#i write fast so this should be ready tonight or tomorrow.

[duckiemunson]

Diva

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wayne got Eddie tickets to see Iron Maiden in Indianapolis with his lovely lady, you. Thing is, Eddie turns into a bit of a diva when getting ready for an event like this. He wants everything to be perfect so he remembers it for the rest of his life. So when you’re ready to go, Eddie can’t find his favourite ring, and all hells breaks loose.

Disclaimers: Swearing, some light touching??

Side Notes: No upside down, no events of season 4. This is my second time writing a random middle of the night thought, not sure if anyone is even going to see this but if you do, thank you! My writing is very amateur so if anyone has any tips please send them my way. Enjoy!

The steam coming from the extremely hot shower was making it hard for you to do your hair in the small bathroom with the even smaller mirror. Constantly having to rub the small towel over the mirror to clear the steam off.

You’re running your fingers through the messy curls on your head mumbling small “mhm”’s while Eddie is behind the shower curtain talking your ear off about how excited he is for tonight.

Wayne had saved up and gotten Eddie two tickets to Iron Maiden’s Somewhere on Tour Tour with WASP also being in attendance, in Indianapolis. He insisted on Wayne coming with him but he denied quickly saying “I damn near have hearin’ loss just from you playin’ their music. I’ll ‘prolly go fully deaf if I hear the real thing. Take ‘yr girl who listens to that ruckus with you, it’s why I got ‘em for ‘ya.”

He called you immediately after Wayne said that. He was rambling so fast due to excitement he had to repeat himself twice for you to understand what he was saying. That was 2 months ago, and today is the day, the man has been bouncing off the walls since you both woke up in his bed this morning.

“I’m telling you. Come tomorrow morning I’m going to have no voice, probably won’t be able to move my neck, maybe a few scrapes and bruises, who the fuck knows!” Eddie says as he finishes up his shower.

“All I want out of this is a cool t-shirt.” You smile even thought he can’t see you. You love how excited Eddie gets for things he loves. Music, dnd, his books, you.

“Oh, I’m going to buy every piece of merchandise that booth has to offer. I’ve been saving since Wayne got these tickets.” It’s true. He has this special box on his desk that he puts money into when he’s saving up for something special.

You finished up your makeup quick and put everything back into your toiletries bag you keep under the sink at Eddie’s. You stay here a lot, you like to have your things with you always.

“Hurry up your shower babe, I’m almost ready and we should hit the road soon so we can check into the hotel and grab a bite to eat before the show.” You say as you put your bag under the sink. You guys were also able to save a little bit to get a hotel room just outside the arena, so you didn’t have to drive home in the middle of the night after rocking out a little too hard.

You stand and put on your skull necklace that was sitting in the jewelry dish you got for Eddie to put his rings in when he showers. The necklace resembles the skull ring Eddie has. When Eddie got the ring it came with a matching necklace as well. Eddie never wore necklaces but his guitar pick, so he just kept it in his room. But when you came along and were always so fascinated with his rings, especially the skull one, he gave you the necklace. Said you’d always have a part of him. He also said “It’s pretty fuckin’ metal on you babe,”

“Yes dear.” Eddie replies in a mocking tone. You snort and head out of the bathroom and into Eddie’s room to get dressed. You have an outfit laid out on his bed next to his laid out outfit, one of his very well loved Iron Maiden t-shirts, black jeans, and one of Eddie’s older leather jackets that doesn’t fit him anymore but fits you like a glove. Eddie’s outfit is an Iron Maiden long sleeve shirt with graphics on the front, sleeves, back, everywhere. Black jeans with rips in the knees and his battle vest with an extra WASP patch added to it.

Eddie comes sauntering in with a towel around his waist and his hair sopping wet.

“Eds. Dry your hair in the bathroom you’re getting water everywhere.” You try to dodge his clumsy movements as his wet curls sway around and cover the surfaces of his room in drops of water.

“My other towel was in here.” He takes it off his desk chair. “My hair looks better when I scrunch it dry with this towel.” He holds it up, then folds his body over to grip his curls with the towel and dry them into place.

“Does the towel have magic hair curling powers?” You giggle and Eddie looks up at you with a smirk, grabs you and starts to shake his head like a dog after a bath, covering you in spots of water.

“God damnit Eddie I just got dressed!” You laugh and try to push him away. He pulls away and laughs as well.

“And you look very nice my love.” He grins “But don’t be a smart ass.” He lightly taps your ass and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Get dressed. We need to go.” You tap your watchless wrist and step out of the room so he can get dressed without distractions. You saunter into the kitchen to grab some soda’s from the fridge you grabbed for the drive up to the city.

“You kids almost ready?” Wayne calls from the living room as he sits in his chair with a beer, watching some sports game.

“I think so, just waiting on your diva of a nephew to finish getting ready-“

“Fuck! Where is it?! Shit!” You both turn your head the direction of Eddie’s room as you both hear him frantically cursing and things flying around his room. “Babe?! Have you seen my ring?!” He calls in a panic.

“Which one Eds?” You call as you’re already walking to the bathroom, Wayne chuckling in the background, and looking in the jewelry dish. Which is empty.

“My skull one!” He calls back. You’re trying to remember if you saw it in there when you grabbed your necklace.

“I dunno, do you remember having it on before your shower?” You walk into his room, which you didn’t think could become more of a disaster.

“Yes? No? Fuck I don’t remember!” He says as he shoves his body under his bed, random items flying from where he’s lying.

“Okay chill out, we’ll find it. And if we don’t, no biggie” You try to reassure him as you also take a look around his room.

“No biggie?! That thing is my lucky charm! Always has been! And now it’s extra lucky because I have it matching with you!” He jolts himself out from under his bed and starts ripping the blankets and pillows off his bed like a madman, a stray pillow hitting you in the process.

“Okay, just- Eds just take a deep breath” You kick the pillow away as it fell at your feet. “When was the last time you saw it?” You stare at him as you watch the gears turn in his head as he thinks.

“Um, shit I don’t know. They’re just like a part of me now I don’t really think about ‘em.” His hand rubs up and down his jaw as he anxiously looks around still. “I did take them off last night when I was fixing the stereo in my van. I had to get my fingers in small places and the rings were getting in the way.” He sighs.

“Okay, I’ll go check your van and you keep checking your room okay? We’ll find it.” You stand on your toes and give his check a quick peck. He looks at you and gives you a little nod, but you can tell he’s not convinced.

You make your way out to Eddie’s van, grabbing his keys on the way out that were hung by the door. You whip open the drivers door and thank whatever god there is that while Eddie was fixing his stereo yesterday, you hung out in the van tidying it up for him, you wanted to spend time with him. But he had things to do, so you made it that you also had things to do.

You check in the centre console, glove box, cupholders, under all the seats, in the door slots, everywhere it feels like. A defeated sigh leaves your lips as you step out of the van and close the door.

“Well?!” Eddie’s voice comes from the trailer, as you look over he’s half hanging out his bedroom window. You just shake your head. “Fuck sake.” he grumbles and slides himself back in his room. When you step back into the trailer, Wayne has now also joined this fun easter egg hunt. He’s on all fours with a flashlight looking under the couch.

“How nicely did Eddie ask you to help?” You snicker as Wayne huffs out a chuckle.

“Not very, but I ain’t gon’ hol’ it against him.” Wayne gets back up on his knees, then uses the arm rest on the couch to stand fully up.

You and Wayne basically tear apart that living room to look while Eddie is still destroying his room. Curses and thumps coming from it as well. Finally you and Wayne just flop yourselves onto the couch.

“Did you try and tell ‘em it’ll be alright if you don’ find it?” Wayne leans forward to grab his fresh beer from the coffee table. You just slowly turn your head to him and raise your eyebrows a little as to say yeah and how do you think THAT went? He chuckles as he brings his beer to his lips.

Eddie comes flying out of his room, the curls he tried to keep at bay are now going every which direction and seem even poofier than usual.

“I’ve looked fucking everywhere and I can’t find it but- HEY!” You and Wayne both look at him at the sudden screech. “Are you guys- What’re you- Why aren’t you looking?!” He throws his hands up in the air.

“We looked everywhere we could. This trailer ain’t that big kid, not many hidin’ places.” Wayne says and Eddie just dramatically sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Very much resembling Steve when he’s giving the kids, or Eddie, a motherly scolding.

“Eddie, dearest, love of my life. We have to go. I know it’s your lucky charm and all, but the night is still going to be amazing, with or without the ring.” You stand to make your way over to him and Eddie puts his hands in the pockets of his vest, probably to grab a smoke and his head shoots up, same with his hand. Lo and behold in his hand, is that god damn ring.

“Yes! I found it! Oh thank god!” He dramatically kisses it and slides it back on his hand.

“You- You didn’t look in the pocket of your vest? Til just now? The vest you wear practically every single day?” You’re in disbelief he didn’t look there sooner. The only reason you didn’t is because you assumed he did.

“Ha uh, no. I guess I didn’t.” His voice drops a few octaves as he gets a little embarrassed at the mess he’s made looking for his ring, when it was in a very obvious spot. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a small huff and close your eyes.

“Is he still your dearest, love of your life.” Wayne mocks and chuckles behind you guys and Eddie grins at that. You also can’t help but break and laugh as well and look back up at Eddie. Your dearest, love of your life, Eddie.

“Yeah. He is.” You widen your smile and he sends you a wink. “Okay hot shot, we gotta go. Do you one hundred percent have everything?” You say as you head over to the door to start doing up your black converse.

“Yes, wallet.” He slaps his back pocket. “Rings.” Holds both his hands up to show you. “Keys.” He reaches up over you and grabs his keys from the holder on the wall. “My sweetheart.” he pinches your chin and plants a kiss on your lips. You smile into it and kiss him back.

“Weird, I don’t see your guitar strapped to your back, you sure you got your sweetheart?” You smirk at him and he pulls away and gives your cheek a little pinch.

“Smart ass.” He mumbles and you wink.

“Okay lovebirds get outta here or ‘yer gon’ miss ‘yer show.” Wayne grumbles from the couch as he takes another sip of his beer. You pull away from Eddie and give him a small shove.

“He’s right let’s go.” You turn. “Bye Wayne! Thanks again for the tickets!” He just gives you a small wave not looking away from the tv, but he’s got a small smile on his lips.

“Bye Wayne! Thanks again old man!” Eddie calls as he closes the door to the trailer behind you guys. As you round the van Eddie races in front of you and opens the passenger door for you. Kneels, and out stretches his arm to it he van. “M’lday.” He bows his head.

“Oh, you’re going to be an extra kiss ass now aren’t you?” You giggle and get in the van. Eddie rises back up and grins at you.

“Darlin’, you have no idea.” He closes the door and hops in the drivers side.

Let’s just say, after your drive to Indianapolis, Iron Maiden weren’t the only ones who rocked your world that night.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie #is a diva #eddie munson blurb

[amimuu]

never would i have thought i'd ever find myself googling if person is specifically a human-only term but here I am. Anyways have a tiny snippet of my definitely fantastic narration.

#vows to ash au #wip #i write fast so this should be ready tonight or tomorrow. #or idk #im still not sure how long this is gonna be #and im still missing the drawing part #in conclusion dont expect anything for like 4 days #hopefully my writing isn't too amateur-ish...

[pablitogavii]

i miss ur weekly uploads 🫶🫶😭😭

I'm sorry :/ I'm trying to get back to writing more <3 This is just for you ❤️

His special woman

"I'm so sorry I can't be with you tonight mi amor..but you know that you're the most important woman in my life" Pablo said on face time while you smiled blushing and nodding your head.

He was traveling to show support to his team that is experiencing a really hard season since Xavi announced he's leaving. You of course understood that Gavi was the heart of the team, but seeing other women with their partners made you sad that he's not here with you.

The bell rang and you ran to open with Pablo still on your phone screen smirking to himself. You were shocked to see a big bouquet of flowers standing in front of your door with a little letter attached.

"Amor..these are so beautiful" you say showing it to him and he nods telling you to bring them inside and open the note.

"Read it to me guapa.." he said and you blushed placing the basket on the kitchen counter before opening little pink envelope.

"Happy international women's day to mi amor precioso. I love you with all my heart and you're my special woman." you read with red cheeks smiling at him and sending him kisses he pretended to catch on the other side.

y.n.bebe

amore mio❤️

comentarios:

pablogavi:❤️

mikkykiemeney:😍

pablogavihater: he's not even with his woman for march 8th..so much love 😂😂

y.n.fake.account: she's getting flowers but not his attention cause he prob with other girls!

lola.bb: yeah with me ;))

y.n.queen: keep dreaming! 😂

y.n.pablo.gavi: people are so mean 🥺 pablo bought her flowers! leave them alone!!

gavi.pablo: all players were with their women today but Pablo didn't even go to see her after training lololol

You read comments sadly looking at the flowers hating the fact that they made you doubt your relationship. It was just so hard...when everyone hates..and then that girl saying Pablo is with her..you were guilty enough to check her profile.

Pablo was seeing the same comments and knowing what an over thinker his girl is, he immediately changed his plans with the boys.

"I'm sorry, míster. But something important came up..I will travel tomorrow and be there for the game? Bueno?" he said and the man understood already having other players do the same in order to spend the day with their wives. Xavi admired Gavi for treating his girlfriend like so.

You were just about ready to make yourself some dinner when a loud knock startled you. You opened shocked to see Pablo standing there in his suit...this man owns your heart!

"P..Pablo? Pero how are you here?" you mumble and he grabbed your face kissing your lips passionately.

"Get ready, and let's shut them all up amor" he said and you smiled knowing what he was talking about. He wanted to prove them all wrong and stick besides you.

"Pero..your trip?" you say unsure if this was a smart thing to do.

"I'll travel tomorrow morning..but tonight I'm with my special woman" he said and those words had your heart melting..how could anyone say no to that!?

"Don't worry, I'll get changed fast" you say and he smiled nodding and walking in to wait for you dolling up just for him. He smiled at the big bouquet of flowers you organized all around your shared apartment.

"Amor! Can you zip me up please?" you call from the bedroom and he smirked walking in and gasping at how breathtaking you looked right now..he was the luckiest man on eart!

"Ready to go princesa mia?" he said and you smile nodding and grabbing his hand. You went to one of your favorite restaurants in Barcelona, obviously "having reservation" because of who he is. He was Barca golden boy after all and that had it's perks.

"All of this because you wanted to shut up the haters.." you say holding his hands while waiting for desert really having enjoyed the entire night.

"No..to be with my special woman..and yeah to shut them all up because I love you more than anyone in this world..and nobody should questions that!" he said and you smiled brining your hands closer together and kissing his which made him blush.

pablogavi

Tonight is reserved for my special woman. Happy March 8th mi vida!

comentarios:

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pedri:👏🏻

fcbarcelona: happy barça ladies 😍

ferminlopez_: she stole you from me hermano🥺

y.n.bebe:😂

fermin.gavi.fans: jealous fermin!!!

gavifans: THE BEST at shutting up HATERS!

y.n.princesa: she's the luckiest girl on eart!

pablogavi: I'm the luckiest guy

y.n.princesa: OMG😳😳😳👀

"Te amo muchisimo mi chico" you say in bed while the two of you cuddled ready to fall asleep.

"Yo te amo mas mi vida. You will always be my special woman" he said kissing your head and you smile nodding your head and holding your on top of his heart feeling it beat fast knowing he was speaking only the truth.

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[gretagerwigsmuse]

rocketman: part i - it's just my job five days a week

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is on a three month special detachment in the pacific and the holidays have never felt lonelier for either of you. it's just three months, it'll be fine, right?

OR you and bradley write each other 159 emails

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, bradley needs to remember this is a government email server...(okay yes, i am perfectly aware that our esteemed lieutenant commander would probably get kicked out of the navy for some of these emails…that being said, i also don’t particularly care! we’re playing fast and loose with the time stamps too because i may be smart, but math has never been a strong suit of mine!) enjoy the companion playlist! rest of the series can be found here!

12/17 @ 6:19am

I miss you already and I haven’t even left the parking lot. I’m still in my car typing this after having stayed for probably far too long watching your C-40 take off (like people were staring at me I was there so long)(and, yes, I looked up the name of the plane). Pete asked me if I wanted to get breakfast with him, but I said no. Felt too lost. Plus, I need to get ready for work. We’re going to get dinner on Wednesday before I head up to Berkeley Thursday morning, though!

Hope you have a safe transport and settle onboard quickly. I left you something in your duffle bag (yes, it’s safe to open around other people…head out of the gutter, Bradshaw).

Love you and stay safe, x

12/18 @ 5:46pm 

Just dropped off the gifts at the Junior League for Caroline’s adopt a child thing. She was completely in her element (they gave her a clipboard and a bullhorn!), though she did say we went wayyy too over the top. But little Carter asked for all that stuff! We couldn’t just not get it all for him? She also appreciated your wrapping skills, very impressed with the bows and tight corners. I met a couple of her friends there, which was nice and they invited me to stay for drinks (the prosecco was flowing…), but I wanted to head home. 

I miss you so much already, it feels weird not going over to your place after work and making dinner and prepping lunch together - and it’s only been two days. I know you’re on a comms blackout for the next couple days, so I’m just gonna keep sending these so you’ll have a bunch to read all at once.

All my love, x

12/19 @ 11:48am

My brother and Lauren decided to come out here for Christmas after all! My dad was so excited when he called me, but I think Mary’s a little less enthused. Feels like shit knowing we were the backup option for them. Apparently, Lauren’s mom is sick and the whole house is in disarray (not hard in that family…) so my dad is paying for them to fly in from New York tomorrow. I think it’ll be nice, we’ll almost have a full set (baring you, of course, my darling rocketman), so the house won’t be as lonely. Do you think we’ll get to talk on Christmas or Christmas Eve? You should be getting a package soon (‘twas preemptively sent!) and are under strict orders not to open it until Christmas Eve, buddy!

Going to dinner with Pete tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes. Amelia’s coming with us, but I don’t know about Penny? I hope they like the gifts we got them. I’m going to stop by your place, do a once over, and make sure the tree is ready for Pete to take, etc. before I leave on Thursday.

Love you and talk soon! x

12/20 @ 7:03am

House looked good! In my seat on the plane. If my morals were shakier, I would 1000% have taken Max up on his offer to fly me up to Berkeley. But alas! Climate change is real and private jets account for 20x as many carbon emissions as commercial planes, so I am up at the ass-crack of dawn for this 7:15am flight. I’ll message you when I land, love you!

12/20 @ 9:04am

Just landed - easy flight. Now to find my dad in arrivals…

Love you, talk when you get the chance! x

12/23 @ 4:45am

Hey sweetheart! Back online and all settled in. I’m bunking with Payback and we actually have a pretty decent layout. He graciously offered to give me the bottom bunk, due to my ‘geriatric status.’ Honestly, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the bunk room with the ensigns and rest of the crew. I forgot how noisy it is being on an aircraft carrier, which makes Payback’s snoring surprisingly pleasant. I’m glad he and Bob are with me. The rest of this squadron’s from Lemoore and Bob knows some of them. It’s interesting seeing him and Payback fly together, but they mesh really well.

Glad Mav is there to keep an eye on you. 

Okay, I had way too much fun picking out all those presents, so I really hope Carter loves them too. And please tell me you have a picture of Caroline yelling into the bullhorn? I can truly think of nothing scarier than Caroline Calloway ordering the young women of San Diego county around like Santa’s chief elf. And speaking of gifts, I loved my pictures. The one from the Christmas party is my favorite, did Fanboy take it? I saw him running around with his Pentax. When the hell did you have time to print it? I’ve got it hanging up in my bunk so I can see it every night. 

I still don’t understand why you don’t fly into Oakland instead of SFO? Like I get it, you’re not a Spirit or SW girl, but kid….it’s an hour and forty minute flight? Live a little. And I think it’ll be nice having your brother and Lauren around for Christmas. How many people do you think it’ll be? I always loved seeing Christmas Eves with large families in movies and stuff, all the chaos and whatnot? But it’s just gonna be you five Christmas Day? I’ve heard rumblings that I might be first in line for a Facetime on Christmas Eve, so save some time for me too, kid. I’ll let you know for sure in a couple days. 

Okay, think we’re all caught up now. Talk soon and love you so much,

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 9:08am

Bubs! I read your email four times since I woke up, I can’t stop smiling. I’m glad you’re all settled in - Payback’s snoring and ageism aside haha. How’s the food? Do you want earplugs? A sleep mask? Are earplugs allowed for sleeping? What if you need to get up right away and you can’t hear? I could send you a white noise machine? Or is there a fear of hacking with that? I should’ve done more research on this before you left. Tell me if you need anything, I’ll send it out express! Oh, I’m just so happy to hear from you. Keep me posted!

Lots of love, x

12/23 @ 8:53pm

You and me, hot date tomorrow night at 11:45pst - don’t be late. (And look cute.)

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 8:55pm

I’ll be there 😉 Love you, x

12/25 @ 9:56am

Bradley Bradshaw you absolute sneak! How on Earth did you pull a Christmas miracle off!?! Mary said she had no clue, so I’m extremely impressed you got my dad to keep that secret!? I was totally not expecting another present from you? The cooking lessons and apron were more than enough - to say nothing about moving in together!?! I love the bracelet so much, you have no idea. I started crying when I opened it! Mary took a video, which I’m sure she’ll send you. God, Bradley? You didn’t have to do that! It’s perfect, it’s like we’re locked together. I’m gonna wear it everyday. Please email me later if you get the chance! 

(Also, Lauren looked really jealous 😉 my brother was sweating)

Love you and Merry Christmas Rocketman! x

12/25 @ 11:38am

Ummm, not sure what you’re talking about, kid? That sounds like something Santa would do? Probably heard about how good you’ve been this year? x

12/25 @ 11:40am

Thank you, I love it so much and wish I could give you the biggest hug and kiss right now. I’ll have an extra slice of babka for you tonight, talk soon and Merry Christmas, Bradley! Love you x

12/27 @ 4:49am

I miss sleeping next to you. Whenever I can’t sleep, I think about the way you looked at me in the living room after our Christmas party. You looked so happy and I hate that I have to leave you for all our firsts. First Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day. And god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous it makes me want to lose my mind sometimes. Always thinking about you, Bradley 

12/27 @ 8:38am

I miss sleeping next to you, too (especially since your body is like a furnace and you hold me close when I get cold). And I know you being away during the holidays is hard, but look at it this way - we’ll just have our firsts next year. Next year will be our first Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day together, not an ocean apart. We have all the time in the world, rocketman. Love you today and every day x

12/29 @ 6:02pm

There’s already so many things I’m dying to tell you and stories about the squadron we’re teaming up with, but the Navy will have my ass if I give away too many details so I’m just going to leave it at this: are we sure Max doesn’t have a twin on another continent? Take that as you will. What’re your plans for New Year’s? Your Bradley

12/30 @ 9:20am

Sorry for the delayed response! A minor issue with my brother and my dad that I won’t bore you with had the whole house in a tizzy. Thankfully, he and Lauren are gone even though my dad still won’t tell me what the issue was? Anyway! God, I wish I could hear more about Max’s twin? I am honestly kind of scared about knowing there’s a Max doppelgänger in the Navy (jokes!). For New Year’s, I’m going to this party with Mary and dad in the city, it’s at this fancy venue and I have a cute black dress! It’s very different for me and I wish you were here to see it! I’ll have to wear it again. Message me when it’s the New Year your time! Love you! x

01/01 @ 12:09am

Happy New Year, sweetheart! They had a little party for the officers - we even got cake and Bob snuck me and Payback seconds somehow. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. You absolutely need to send me pictures of you in that dress, I can’t wait to see it on you in person someday. Hope you have a great time with your dad and Mary, give them my best. Love you and again Happy New Year! 

Your Bradley

01/01 @ 12:01am

Happy New Year, Bradley!!! You got cake!! You broke some rules! I approve! Milk them for all the cake they’re worth! I’ll send some pics of the three of us and one just for you big boy 😉 Talk soon and love you so so much! x

01/01 @ 10:59am

Had a late start! Here are the pics from last night! Try and sneak some more cake xx

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01/02 @ 6:12am

You know you labeled the pictures wrong…luckily no one was behind me…

01/02 @ 9:04am

Who? Me? I would NEVER! (Just trying to keep you on your toes.) Hope the flying is going well and you’re staying safe, B! Love you!

01/03 @ 8:00pm

Yeah, it’s going well. It’s so different flying on the open ocean after so long? Last time was in September when I went to Hong Kong. The desert is cool, don’t get me wrong, but seeing the clouds and the water together is unreal. The pink and purple clouds remind me of you (sorry, that was lame). You still gotta let me take you up, kid. I’ve heard Mav is trying to convince you, but you gotta let me be the one. Can’t trust just anyone with my girl. Love B

01/04 @ 10:13am

Bradley…he’s practically your father, I’m pretty sure you can trust him to take me up in a plane, you silly boy. Not that I’m saying you won’t be my first…but come on! And it’s not lame. I like that the pink and purple clouds remind you of me. Every time I see a plane I send a little call out for your safety. Gotta keep you safe, rocketman! Talk soon and love you! x

01/06 @ 4:45pm

My parents just dropped me off at the airport and no matter how many times I leave them, I always cry. I think the only time I didn’t cry when I left their house was when you were with me over Thanksgiving. You always make it better, bubs.

They’re coming down in a couple weeks to help me start packing, anything in the house you wouldn’t want them to see while dropping off boxes? I can still bring my old bed, etc for the guest room, right?

All my love, x

01/06 @ 9:58pm

I think I get that, having you around this time makes it different. I’ve never had anyone to really write to while I’ve been away before. Sure, I talked to my grandparents when they were still around and my aunts and uncles, Nat, Ice, and a couple others, but not like this. And I don’t ever want to not feel like this again. 

I’m an open book, kid. Ain’t got nothing to hide. And yeah, anything like that feel free to bring with you for the guest room or office. It was the bed, nightstands, and dresser and then your couch for the office, yeah? We can get new bedding and pillows for it if you want? I’m on comms blackout for a couple days, so message me whenever you want so I can read them all when we’re back online.

Your Bradley

01/06 @ 10:07pm

Perfect! Love you and stay safe, rocketman.

01/06 @ 10:09pm

Love you too, kid.

01/09 @ 6:11pm

Bradley, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there was a raccoon in your garage! Scratch that, a FAMILY of raccoons!??! I’m sure Mr Harrington was ready to call the cops when he heard my scream. They’re so cute, but also terrifying at the same time? So, I called Pete and he came right over, a true knight in shining armor! Amelia and I did a THOROUGH sweep of the house to make sure they were relegated to the garage. Pete got them out safe and sound with a random tennis racket and your 4 iron, but somebody’s coming tomorrow to check on how they got in there. And I know they aren’t hurting anyone, but I just don’t want there to be any issues later on? (The babies were actually so cute and reminded me of my cat growing up, Porter.) Anyway! Enough drama for tonight, I hope that gets a laugh out of you - talk soon!

Love you! x

01/10 @ 8:05am

Well, the exterminator got here around 7:30 and sprayed all this stuff and blocked the hole in the crawl space of the garage. He showed me pictures and let me tell you, there was quite the nest up there. These raccoons were living large over the holidays. 

01/12 @ 5:21pm

Okay! I’m in the parking lot, waiting for my first cooking class to start. Is it weird I’m a little nervous? I hope everyone else’s skill level is similar, I don’t like feeling behind. I brought my new apron, ironed it and everything. I feel a little like Ina Garten, isn’t she just divine? Okay, okay, I’m going in now! I’ll let you know how it goes! Thanks again for getting me these xx

01/12 @ 7:03pm

I feel so tired? Like my hand cramped a little bit? We started off the class with knife skills, which we’re going to do every week and then made this “simple” egg dish, which was NOT simple and I overcooked the egg. Ina would be so disappointed. Alas! Onto next week. Love you!

01/15 @ 9:12pm

Bradley you’re not going to BELIEVE what just happened on Succession. My heart is POUNDING? Do you think if I called and asked really nicely the Navy would get an HBO subscription for everyone? That is what I would like my tax dollars to go towards. Can you get me a direct line to someone in charge please? Love you!

01/16 @ 7:47am

Not to worry my little Barefoot Contessa, I have returned back to civilization (ie the internet), though am dismayed to have missed this mind blowing Succession episode? Has Perry Mason started back up again or will we be able to watch that together? 

Bob and I were in the gym earlier and he almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot, I swear my life flashed before my eyes. But I had a new PR on the bench press today, up to 285 pounds. Glad the cooking lesson went well though! What’s the class makeup like? x Bradley 

01/16 @ 9:04am

I’m glad you’re back online and safe! Perry Mason has not started yet, though I’m still certain you’re the only person under the age of 55 that watches it (I guess I should say we’re the only people under the age of 55 that watch it, but whatever). You’ve also missed a couple Top Chef episodes, but we can always binge this season later. 

There’s about 12 of us in the class and it’s pretty evenly split? Though there’s tragically this really annoying couple who were at the station next to me. I hope we get to change next week, I don’t think I can watch them feed each other food another week. 

And I’m still waiting for that direct line to the Navy, Bradshaw! Love you! x

01/1 6 @ 6:59pm

Wait, wait, how did I miss there? There was a WHAT in my garage? A raccoon? Multiple raccoons? We need to get a dog or a cat or something. x Bradley 

01/18 @ 7:02am

Bradley!! I know we talked about a trip once you got home (provided you still feel up for it with the transition and all), what if we went here? I was talking about our tentative plans with my dad and Mary before I went back to San Diego and they went to Punta Mita this past fall and LOVED it! What do you think? Love you!

01/18 @ 6:03pm

Holy shit! That looks absolutely amazing, yes I’d love to go! Can we afford that though? It looks expensive? xBradley

01/18 @ 6:05pm

YAY!! Ahh, I’m so excited you have no idea! I want to hug and kiss you so bad right now! We can fly for free since I have a bunch of AA points (thank you pwc) and then I have like a million Amex points, so it’s not full price!! 

01/18 @ 6:12pm

When you say ‘like a million’ do you actually mean a million or?

01/18 @ 6:14pm

Yes! I’ve had this card for like 15 years! My whole family does the pooling on it! It’s a drop in the bucket, promise! Plus, I always use my other card for work and that has a whole bunch of Bonvoy points on it, too. We could stay at one of those? I think there’s a St Regis next door?

01/18 @ 6:22pm

Sweetheart, I want to go, I just don’t want you to waste all those points on this. 

01/18 @ 6:26pm

What if we go for 6 nights instead of 9? Maybe no plunge pool? Or we could pay cash instead? And then I could get 6x the points from paying that way? So, really….the points just keep accumulating, we’ve got to use them sometime! The points can pay for the flights and the hotel and then we can split the room charges and incidentals 50:50?

Will you think about it? You don’t have to give me an answer right away and we can always pick another hotel? But if we want to go someplace in late March/early April, I think we should book soon with spring break and all? Not that I imagine many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, but you never know…

01/18 @ 6:33pm

You gotta send me a ppt on all this points stuff, you know math stresses me out. And no, I don’t think many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, kid. 

01/18 @ 6:37pm

Can I send you a dossier with everything!?! Even if you say no to that I’m doing it anyway ;) just promise me you’ll think about it, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Bradley <3

01/18 @ 6:40pm

Yes, please send the dossier my way henceforth, Moneypenny. 

And you’ll do whatever I want, huh? Might have to send you a dossier of my own now…

(But yes, I promise I’ll seriously consider everything. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all this money to make me happy. I’d say we’d both be happy camping out on the beach, but I think that might be a security issue down there, plus neither of us like camping - anyway, you know what I mean.)

01/18 @ 6:43pm

Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!! Is this a dossier for my eyes only? What will M say!? I’ll send you mine if you send me yours?

(But seriously, thank you! I’ll send you more specifics tomorrow - like pricing and whatnot - and you can take a couple days to think it over. And thank you for clarifying the camping thing, I was worried for a second there.)

I love you so much rocketman and we’ll talk (email) tomorrow 

x Moneypenny 

01/18 @ 6:46pm

I’d say ‘sleep tight,’ but that’s a given considering you haven’t been fucked in a couple weeks. 

(Perfect, I genuinely am really excited about it, just want to make sure it works out for us both.)

Love you so much, kid 

Your Bradley

01/18 @ 6:58pm

Bradley Bradshaw!! You did not just say that over a government email server! 

Imissyourcocksobadlyit’sdrivingmeinsane

01/18 @ 7:01pm

Couldn’t help it. Plus, we both know it’s true. 

01/18 @ 7:04pm

Oh, shut up. Shut me up

01/18 @ 11:43pm

I’m sorry if I came off too strong about planning earlier, I might’ve gotten a little carried away and been a little too eager about planning something five days after you’re home from a three month detachment. If at any time before you come home or even right after you come home you don’t feel up to the trip, please please please tell me. I want to do something nice for you and give you a chance to truly relax, but I’d hate for it to come at a price. So, just let me know, okay? Say the word and we’ll push it, alright? I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, but tell me if it’s ever too much. I’ll always be here, promise. Love you x

[dossier_for_your_eyes_only.ppt]

01/19 @ 8:29am

Kid, no. I promise I’ll tell you. You know I love how excited you get planning things. I think I like it so much because you take care of it all. Sure, you ask for my opinion and what I want, but I just have to tell you one thing, one idea and you take care of it. 

Funny though, isn’t it? How it’s totally opposite in the other side of our relationship? You tell me one thing, one idea and I take care of all of it? Bet it’s hard for you not having someone around to do that for you? Maybe next time we Facetime we can talk more about that? x B

01/19 @ 10:11am

Luckily, I have a very creative imagination, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. 

See right now, I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, feeling so overwhelmed. It almost hurts how overwhelmed and frustrated I am. And you bust down the door, hair windswept like you’d flown to Del Mar, and you have that slutty flight suit on and I don’t even mind that you’re sweaty and gross. You smell absolutely divine and I rake my hands through your hair as you eat me out underneath my glass desk. I get a conference call, but you don’t stop the entire time. You like how squirmy and fussy I get, I can’t focus on the deliverable I’m working on for the client. You like that I can’t control myself, that I squeeze my thighs around your head. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore, your cock is aching so badly, and you need to fuck me on top of my desk. You’re so strong it almost breaks. You fuck me so good everyone in the office can hear me crying out for you. 

(actually, I’m on the couch, watching college football, but it’s more fun to imagine you fucking me in my office - see, creative imagination! Make sure you get a quiet room for that Facetime...)

Love x

01/19 @ 7:29pm

You think you’re funny, huh? You have any more of those thoughts, feel free to send them my way. ‘m taking out that picture you gave me for Christmas right now. How you taking care of yourself? My imagination isn’t as creative as yours. B

01/19 @ 7:40pm

Guess you’ll have to wait for our next Facetime…

x

01/20 @ 4:24pm

Your dad and Mary write me emails, you know. They aren’t as good correspondents as you are (for how could they possibly be, my dear?), but they check in about once a week or so. Mary sends me some of the articles she gives her students and talks about the show she’s watching with your dad. Your dad mainly talks about you. It makes me wish my parents were still around to do this stuff with me. Just checking in and writing emails and bragging about me to my girlfriend? How was yesterday’s class?

Your Bradley

01/20 @ 5:39m

I didn’t know they wrote you that often and I’m beyond embarrassed that my dad talks about me that much? But come on, Bradley…you have someone who does that, too? He’s about 5’8” (on a good day), looks great in a leather jacket, and just spent about two hours last weekend cleaning your gutters and telling me about how you won your high school’s debate scholarship?? Like how could you not tell me that? It’s literally one of the hottest things I’ve heard about you!

Class was good! They taught us a trick to cut onions without crying and one of the other girls complimented my apron! We’re doing meats next week, cutting, marinating, cooking, etc. and I’m excited!

01/20 @ 5:42pm

Oh gee, I bet it’s just awful for you to have Mav around all the time. Knight in shining armor…

01/20 @ 5:48pm

He’s not a bother! And it’s not all the time! We’re actually going to get lunch together on Saturday! It’s this new place on the water.

01/20 @ 5:50pm

Sounds like a cute little date! You’ll have to tell me how he is. Love you so much B

01/20 @ 5:55pm

I’ll keep ya posted, bubs! Love you!

01/22 @ 10:01am

Breaking news, kid. Your esteemed, naval aviator boyfriend is going to be on 60 Minutes at the end of February. Totally came out of left field, but I couldn’t say anything until they finished filming. It’s about the Navy in the Pacific and “the lost art of shipbuilding.” They even rigged up a camera on my plane and everything, it was so cool. I’ve been dying to tell you, but again couldn’t say anything until it was official. I probably won’t be on it long since they interviewed the Admiral and Pac Fleet Commander for most of it, but yeah, Payback and Bob and I will be on with my girl Norah. I made sure I had enough sunscreen on so I was camera ready at all times. Love you B

01/22 @ 10:09am

YOU’RE FUCKING SHITTING ME????? Oh my god, Bradley! That’s amazing! Margie even ran into my office to see what made me shriek! I am TOTALLY having a viewing party! Oh my god, how do you think it went? Did they get your good side? What about hair and makeup? I know you get helmet hair, bubs. 

Seriously, so so excited and proud of you, Bradley! I’m going to make my dad and Mary come down for it! She doesn’t teach on Mondays, so this is perfect for them to stay over Sunday night! But now don’t go letting all that fame get to your head, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw 😉 Love you so much x

01/24 @ 12:17pm

Rocketman - 

I was sitting at my desk earlier and listening to some music before my 12:30 meeting and Elton John’s Rocket Man popped up on my shuffle. Obviously, as you are my rocketman, I always think of you whenever I hear it, but today the lyrics really scratched that special part of my brain, so I did a deep dive into the song’s origins. 

Please note, I’m including this time in my billable hours to the client (re. you). My findings are as follows:

Bernie Taupin was inspired by a Ray Bradbury story written in 1951 titled ‘The Rocket Man’ - not drugs as the urban legend states! Drugs! Imagine!

Bradbury’s ‘The Rocket Man’ was first published in Maclean’s, a weekly Canadian magazine, before it was published in the short story collection ‘The Illustrated Man’ that same year

‘The Illustrated Man’ later was made into a film, though ‘The Rocket Man’ story was notably absent

Some of more popular and renowned stories from the collection include ‘The Veldt’ and ‘The Long Rain,’ the latter of which is commonly read in high school honors English

Was client in honors English? Please confirm in follow up correspondence

Client has mentioned extensive library resources at disposal - perhaps he can check this collection out on his next visit? But for now, an executive summary has been provided:

With space travel more commonplace in society, Doug’s father, an astronaut, is sent on frequent, three- month journeys into space

Despite missing his dad, Doug also longs to be a Rocket Man, though his mother frequently prevails on Doug to beg his father to stay on Earth and be with the family

“What’s it like, out in space?” Mother shot me a frightened glance. It was too late. Dad stood there for a full half minute trying to find an answer, then he shrugged.“It’s the best thing in a lifetime of best things.” Then he caught himself. “Oh, it’s really nothing at all. Routine. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked at me, apprehensively. “But you always go back.” “Habit.”

The father finds that his work is ruining his life, but the draw of the stars is too great: "You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, if I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I got out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”

Even while on vacation with the family, having Thanksgiving dinner, or sitting on the back porch, the father’s eyes are always on the sky…

Doug’s father begs him to not be like him, to not be a rocket man, but what happens when his father goes on one last journey to the stars?

Through much reflection, I have decided that ‘The Rocket Man’ was written about you - and your mom and your dad and me and on and on until there is no longer a need for Rocket Men - or the rocket man simply stops and breaks the cycle

You are both the Rocket Man and the little boy, forever waiting for his father to come home from space

The allure of flying, of being a ‘rocket man,’ is both too great and too sad for you to ignore

None of this is to say the rocket man is selfish, no. He simply cannot resist the temptation. He knows nothing other than the thrill and peace of being amongst the stars

And his mother shielding Doug from the sun at the end is like your mom asking Mav to pull your papers, she does it to save him, but it cannot keep him from becoming his father

Needless to say - I had to postpone my 12:30 meeting until tomorrow as my eyes were far too puffy and any word I tried to say felt like cotton in my mouth.

I miss you and I love you - your ‘Lilly’  

01/24 @ 8:22pm

Fuck - I love you so much. My clever girl.

01/24 @ 8:28pm

I pour my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say, rocketman? ‘Fuck - I love you so much’

(of course, I also love you so much, my clever boy.)

01/24 @ 8:30pm

Darling - it’s going to take me a little longer to come up with any commentary you deem appropriate, so for the sake of time, yes. I gotta read this story in full. I’ll be at the library at my earliest convenience. ‘The client’ will send an annotated copy with his notes henceforth.

01/24 @ 8:32pm

Of course, sweet boy. Goodnight, I love you so much. x

01/25 @ 11:44am

As promised, my darling girl. Love you.

[b.bradshaw_the rocket man_final paper.pdf]

01/25 @ 7:14pm

Oh Bradley! I love you so much, rocketman. Yes, I couldn’t have said it better. Yours x

01/26 @ 10:39am

Bradley! They’re sending me to London in February for two weeks! I even get a swanky corporate apartment for the stay. I wish you could come with me - even if it was just for a long weekend? We could go to all my favorite restaurants and afternoon tea and for walks in all the parks. One day it’ll work out! 

But tragedy of all tragedies! I just realized I’m going to miss a couple cooking lessons when I’m in London! I already emailed the instructor before today’s class and she said there’s other classes throughout the week that are behind us, so I can make it up with them! Ahhh I’m so excited! Talk soon, love you!

01/26 @ 11:13pm

I didn’t realize how nervous I was about the trip until I went to bed tonight. It’ll be my first trip abroad since I got my promotion in November. Plus, it’s a completely different client than my last trip abroad and I’ve only met one person on this new London team before. Sometimes I go into these meetings and still feel like a little kid? I’m always the youngest person in the room and normally the only woman and on one hand, that’s cool? But sometimes I feel like someone’s daughter instead of their colleague? Like these guys are my dad’s age? And they’re actually supposed to listen to what I have to say about their company? Do you ever feel like that? Like you don’t really belong, despite knowing you’ve earned your place? I wish you were beside me right now. My bed feels way too big tonight. Love you.

01/27 @ 7:48am

Sweetheart! I am so unbelievably proud of you! That’s amazing! You gotta celebrate, go out to dinner with Caro and Darcy, maybe even Nat! I know you’ve been working so hard these last couple of weeks, you absolutely deserve this. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, but yes. I have absolutely felt like I haven’t belonged or deserved something despite having ‘checked off all the boxes.’ I felt that way when I got promoted to LC and when I got that award in October. Everytime I see it on my uniform, I feel a bit like a faker? Like do I really deserve this? But then I remember the way you smiled at me when I got back to my seat that night and how proud of me you were and I think maybe I do deserve it? Plus, I also think of how goddamn gorgeous you looked all fucked out later that night. 

And please note, I would happily slip into bed alongside you, especially since my bed feels way too small tonight. Love you, Bradley

01/27 @ 10:56am

Thank you for earlier. I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like I’m just too soft for all of this? Like I’m always trying to prove something to everyone and I get a little lost. Tell me something good? x

01/27 @ 7:01pm

How about this? Every time I go up in the sky and see the way the sun hits the clouds, I think of you. I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love you so much, kid

Your Bradley 

01/27 @ 7:06pm

Sometimes I can’t believe we love each other this much, it feels like a dream  x

01/27 @ 7:11pm

I can. Your Bradley 

01/30 @ 7:08am

i slept in one of your shirts last night. it doesn’t smell like you anymore, but it feels like you: soft and safe and warm x

01/30 @ 7:23am

Well I spray my pillowcase with your perfume whenever I miss you so I guess we’re even

Your Bradley

ps - can you send me another bottle?

01/30 @ 7:34am

You’re already out? What sort of illicit behavior are you engaging in with that perfume bottle? 

01/30 @ 10:33pm

I burrow my face in my pillow so I can smell it while I fist my cock, why? What’d you have in mind?

01/30 @ 10:37pm

How does that work though? Like genuinely? Do you jack off with Rueben in the top bunk? Or wait till he’s in the gym? I’ve been curious about this for a while now. What about the showers? Is it like an open floor plan thing? Or are there stalls? Is there a Zillow listing for this aircraft carrier?

01/30 @ 10:41pm

Now why would I ruin the mystery? 

01/30 @ 10:43pm

Bradley!!!!

01/30 @ 10:44pm

Atta girl, that’s the spirit! Love you 

02/02 @ 6:30pm

I am so sick of going to the gym. It seems like it’s all Payback and I do lately. We got this new workout regime that’s been killing me - don’t say it’s because I’m old. Though, I have been using my Theragun. Payback does my back if I do his in return. It was only awkward the first time he turned it on too hard and yelped (please tell everyone that). 

02/02 @ 6:46pm

Oh, so you and Rueben Theragun each other, huh? Say more Lieutenant Commander!

02/04 @ 2:45pm

Going to Pete and Penny’s in a bit to watch the Super Bowl! Max is at the game, apparently his golf buddy Jimmy G hooked him up, though he neglected to bring me or Caroline. I feel like you would’ve been his first choice, so take that as a compliment I suppose. Do you guys do anything onboard for it? I have $350 on the 49ers winning by 3. Have a lovely day my darling boy x

02/04 @ 9:30pm

Guess who’s as snug as a bug on a rug in her bed AND $1400 dollars richer? That would be me! When you get home we’re going to Juniper and Ivy, my treat, bubs! x

02/06 @ 4:57am

Awww sweetheart are you gonna sugar mama me again? 

02/06 @ 7:03am

You do know the only reason you’re getting away with that is because there’s an ocean between us, right? 

02/06 @ 6:00pm

Sorry, couldn’t resist! Love you! B

02/06 @ 6:10pm

You’re lucky I love you so much. x

02/08 @ 9:58pm

Can you imagine if I was gone for 20 years?

02/08 @ 10:11pm

Bradley that’s not funny 

02/08 @ 10:13pm

It’s not supposed to be. I’m reading the Odyssey and it got me thinking. 

02/08 @ 10:16pm

Bradley I love you something awful, but you are such an old man sometimes. 

Are you going through some sort of midlife crisis reading the Odyssey while you’re at sea?? Is the Old Man and the Sea next?

(ps i love the thought of you reading in your bunk in your spare time and being so struck by something composed thousands of years ago that you have to email me)

02/08 @ 10:20pm

They wait 20 years to get back to each other - practically half their lives. They miss so many things and barely knew each other before he left, but they’re still so - I don’t even know? They’re just so intent on getting back to the other in Odysseus’s case? While Penelope makes sure there’s something for him to come back to? And I must’ve read this stanza ten times before I had to email you: 

"...the gods cast me upon Ogygia, Calypso's island, home of the dangerous sea nymph with glossy braids, and the goddess took me in in all her kindness, welcomed me warmly, cherished me, even vowed to make me immortal, ageless, all my days - but she never won the heart inside me, never" 

And I know it’s not a perfect comparison or parallel, but I read that last bit and I couldn’t help but think of you? And how you’re the one who won my heart and it’s always going to be that way. Whether I see you in twenty seconds or twenty years.

02/08 @ 10:23pm

You’d come home to me whether it took twenty seconds or twenty years. You’d come home to me and I’d know you anywhere. I love you so much. 

02/08 @ 10:58pm

“Now help me, please, to get back home, and quickly! I miss my family. I have been gone so long it hurts.” 

Your Bradley

02/09 @ 7:03pm

At the airport for London! Taking off! And I may or may not have used points to upgrade to a Club World seat…but like? It’s a nonstop flight, so it’s okay, right? Work’s already paying for business class? It’s points from my work card? It’ll be fine, right?

I had to take an ativan in the lounge. I just hate that I still get so nervous whenever I fly long distance? I fly all the time, I shouldn’t be like this? You know, one time, I pretended you were flying my plane. I know it’s kind of dumb and silly and a completely different type of plane, but it made me feel better because you’d never let anything happen to me. 

Anyway, we’re book buddies!! I went to the bookstore a couple days ago and got a copy! I read the Odyssey back in high school, but forgot so much. I was reading in the lounge and this part made me think of you:

“...this lovely house, my marriage home, so full of wealth and life, which I suppose I will remember even in my dreams.”

I’ll text you when I land my darling boy, love you x

02/10 @ 6:02am

You gotta squeeze every last bit of your per diem out of pwc. You’ve been working way too hard lately. Fuck it, on the way home just put the upgrade on your work card or put it on mine. Have a safe (rest of your) flight - maybe one day you’ll let me take you up. Love Bradley 

02/10 @ 10:08am

Just landed and on my way to the office (already…)

I thought of you as I read and stared out the window on the plane. I could pretend I’m flying towards you, rather than further away. I can’t imagine how you feel doing this everyday, but I imagine it’s like feeling limitless, like everything is in front of you, there for the taking. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me up one day. 

I’ll keep you posted on how everything’s going if you do the same. All my love x

02/12 @ 5:49am

How’s it going, kid? They working you too hard? You’re in London! Try to enjoy it, you deserve it. One of the guys I’m with gave me a restaurant recommendation for you, said the drinks were amazing, his wife loved it. Do something fun while you’re there! And send me some pictures dammit!

Love you, 

Bradley 

02/12 @ 8:22am

Bradley! It’s been so so crazy here! I feel like I haven’t stopped since I landed. My ‘flat’ is so cute and right by the client’s offices, so it’s an easy commute. I feel so professional taking the Tube places too! It’s one thing I’d like us to have in San Diego as opposed to all the traffic. Also, it’s CHILLY here and I’m so glad I dug my big coat out of storage. I’ll try and check the restaurant out this weekend, I’m gonna sneak in a trip to the Tate, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Turners. Talk soon and love you bunches! x 

02/14 @ 9:54am

Bradley Bradshaw! You absolute SAP! HOW!?! Did you conspire with my dad again? Thank you for the flowers! I’m going to have the biggest smile on my face all day. I love you and hope this is the first of a lifetime of Valentine’s Days together. Always x 

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid. I’m not gonna lie, I gave your dad very specific instructions for the bouquet (I was going to ask Max, but he’d probably swap it for something ugly and cheap and keep the change…kidding (not)), so I’m glad they turned out well. It was a very big day on board today: we got special red heart cookies for the holiday. The mood was infectious, I can still taste the sprinkles. Maybe you could cook for me on our next Facetime? Have you learned anything good in class lately? It doesn’t have to be fancy, just wanna see you (and maybe also live vicariously through whatever you’re making).  

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Bradley! I think I can swing that for you, when do you think our next call will be? 

02/16 @ 3:18pm

Kid, you spoil me. This package is amazing, I don’t know where to start (just kidding it’s with the Cadbury chocolate and the Sudocrem as my burnt shoulders thank you), but everything is wonderful, thank you. I love hearing about London and seeing the pictures you sent last time. But I do have one complaint…you’re not in any of the pictures, kid, and that’s truly egregious. (Think we won’t be able to Facetime for a while, I gave Payback my slot the other day.)

02/16 @ 3:23pm

That’s not true! I’m in the one in front of the Tate!

02/16 @ 3:25pm

Yeah, but I can’t see you under all those layers! Just want to see your face. It’s been way too long since our last Facetime.

02/16 @ 9:52pm

As requested, Lieutenant Commander. I had one of the girls in the London office take this at dinner tonight. She really did wonders with the lighting and even managed to get my sidecar in the pic! x Love you

02/17 @ 6:55am

You look pretty. New dress? B

02/17 @ 7:17am

Maybe…it was on sale, couldn’t resist. But you’re gonna hate me because all of my clothes are very much not going to fit in your closet. Also, I bought you a new jacket and some socks. x

02/17 @ 7:20am

Ehhh I’m not too worried about the closet thing. But if you keep buying me clothes we might have a problem.

02/17 @ 7:24am

It’s so cute though!! You’re going to look so handsome in it! I got the green one for you!

02/17 @ 7:29am

Okay, admittedly a very nice jacket, thank you. But you are aware that we live in San Diego…

02/17 @ 7:31am

I am aware of that fact, LC Bradshaw. You can wear it when we visit my parents. Hell, I had to get my coat out of my storage closet for this trip. 

02/17 @ 6:53pm

Sighhhhh you raise a good point. Alright, alright, thank you for the jacket and socks my darling girl. What’d you have for dinner last night? We had chicken with these absolutely awful biscuits, tasted like saw dust, my stomach was growling for some more of that Cadbury chocolate (yes, Payback and I ate all of it already, though it was mainly Payback) for hours afterward. 

02/17 @ 6:59pm

Oh my sweet boy! Who do I need to call about your meal plan? Give me the number and I’ll call the Navy up right now. And I had scallops with truffle risotto. It was delicious. Wanted to lick the bowl clean. Love you bubs x

02/19 @ 10:22pm

Bubs, I cannot eat another meal out. I feel like I’m going to burst. I’ve gone to so many work dinners and lunches even before coming here, it almost makes me feel like a glutton. 

I miss you and your cooking (though I’ll have you know that my skills were vastly improving before my trip abroad!) and you standing behind me at the counter while I try to perfectly cut peppers. Sometimes I do it wrong on purpose so you’ll put your arms around me and I can feel the rumble of your voice. Would we call that weaponized incompetence? You better be ready for some Michelin Star meals when you get home, buddy. I just can’t wait to be home with you and roll over next to you in the morning and to tell you to stop snoring and that the battery in the smoke detector needs to be changed. I can’t wait to be home with you and make a life with you. I’m going to be really sappy now, but let me have this because I was reading this poem the other day and thought of you. 

“I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” (x)

Only a month until you’re home with me, I hope you’re hungry. 

All my love x

02/20 @ 4:50am

It’s only weaponized incompetence if the other person minds. I, however, do not mind. I loved that quote you sent me, going to be thinking about that one for a long time. I hate to tell you this, but I’m gonna be offline for a couple days. I hate that it’s at the end of your trip, but please please message me when you’re leaving/taking off and again when you land, you know I worry. Love you and am so unbelievably proud of you, kid! You killed it in London. Your Bradley

02/20 @ 7:03am

That’s okay, I totally understand. I’ll give you all the details on our next Facetime. In the meantime, I message you when I leave. Stay safe and love you, Bradley! x

02/23 @ 3:45pm

Taking off soon! I got an upgrade again, thankfully! And I made sure to put your new coat in my carry on - I don’t trust British Airways not to lose it! Taking an ativan again so hopefully I’ll sleep the entire flight - love you and talk soon!

02/24 @ 10:33pm

Just landed, slept through….90% of the flight! Apparently, there was bad turbulence, so probably for the best. Now, I know you would never have me deal with that my darling rocketman! Talk later - love you! x

02/25 @ 7:09pm

Feels kind of weird being back? I can’t quite get back into my routine. I’m not sure if it’s jet lag or something else? Feeling a little lost? x

02/26 @ 7:55pm

Bradley!!! You were so good, I’m so so proud of you! Max had everyone over at his place for us to watch you! We have quite the party here including my parents, Pete, Penny and Amelia, Natasha, Mickey and Cielo, Caroline, and Darcy. I’ll have to tell you about the parents meeting later. I wish you had been here for it, they took to each other like bees to honey. 

You looked tragically handsome, I practically had to hold back a moan when you were standing on the flight deck talking to Norah O’Donnell (is she as nice in person as she is on TV?). God, I want to ravish you, you sounded so fucking smart. You know like half the country is going to be in love with you now, right? I’ve got to get back to everyone, Max ordered dinner for us afterwards, but I had to email you as soon as you finished!

Just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am and how much I love you x

02/27 @ 5:09am

Thanks, kid. Sorry it took me a bit to respond, things have been getting a bit crazy, you know, now that I’m a celebrity and all? We’re winding down this training, so the next couple weeks are gonna be full of debriefs and paperwork, which means I should have a more stable schedule. Love you B

02/28 @ 11:48pm

Sometimes I wonder if you were here what would you do? Hold me? Love me? I never feel small except when I’m in your arms. x

02/29 @ 11:48pm

Some nights in bed, if I try really hard, I can imagine I’m laying down next to you. And it makes everything just a little easier. Bradley

03/01 @ 12:56am

I haven’t taken anything besides my fingers in months. You’re going to stretch me out so well when you get home. 

03/01 @ 7:19pm

And I’m gonna mark your ass pink for that comment. I can’t believe you sent that in the middle of the day. You getting yourself off at work? Dirty girl. 

03/01 @ 9:41pm

Never feels as good as when you do it. 

03/01 @ 10:01pm

And my hands pale in comparison to your pretty little cunt. You know that first time we slept together you were so fucking tight, I knew you hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. It gonna be like that again when I come home?

03/01 @ 10:05pm

Where are you going to have me first?

03/01 @ 10:06pm

In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen. 

03/01 @ 10:09pm

Just over two weeks now, I can’t wait to see you. x

03/03 @ 5:55am

How you holding up, kid? You doing a little better this week work wise? Try and log off around 5 if you can. Don’t want you getting all worn down on me. 

They had us doing these war games yesterday that made me think of you. You would’ve walked circles around some of these other guys I swear. Think I can get a Facetime for us in a couple days? Probably will be our last one before I come home. Love you, B

03/03 @ 7:12am

Bradley! That's the best news I’ve had in ages! I can’t wait to see you! Definitely felt a little lost after coming back from London, but I hope my rut will be over soon? Tying things up with a client is always so lengthy and tedious. 

War games! ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I’d ask if you won, but no one ever wins in the art of war 😉Love you!

03/05 @ 8:54pm

So, here’s a new one. My mom called? She’s going to be stateside and wants to get lunch tomorrow. Could’ve done with a bit more warning, but apparently, she has a layover in San Diego on her way to New York to see my brother? I didn’t even know she was going to see him? I don’t even know if I want to see her? It’s funny, I can already tell you exactly how it’ll play out:

We’ll go to lunch at some sort of vegan restaurant, probably Donna Jean

She’ll make me pay

She’ll try to get me to use some sort of herb to promote weight loss since I’m looking a bit “pudgy” around the face

Though she’ll forget to ask about you, she’ll tell me about her latest string of failed relationships with bartenders and surf instructors in Canggu. Or is it Ubud? I genuinely don’t remember, she started in Ubud, but honestly my knowledge of Balinese geography is rudimentary at best 

She’ll ask how ‘that woman’ is doing as if Mary is just the woman my dad is seeing, not the woman who raised me and my brother

And finally, she’ll ask for money though betting is still open as to what for!

So, what do you say? Wanna put a wager on it? Your terms.

Love you! x

03/06 @ 6:30am

$100 she orders the caesar and makes you pay. I’m not even going to entertain the third parlay, pretty girl. Oddly feeling like she’s got a winner on her hands so yes she’ll talk about her new paramour. Does she really call Mary ‘that woman?’ And yes, without a question, she will ask you for money.

Your move my gorgeous girl,

Bradley

03/06 @ 7:49pm

I really wish you were here right now. She doesn’t even know me, but she somehow always manages to make me feel small. 

Caesar - no croutons 

I paid

Pudgy and frumpy, but she was hawking shakes not herbs

Failed relationship? No, she’s actually GETTING MARRIED

She did not ask about you much other than to say I need to watch my figure for you (see bullet point no. 3)

Mary was called ‘that woman’ six times before I stopped counting

She asked for money as a wedding present 

So, you didn’t get them all, but not a bad showing. Love you. Talk tomorrow on Facetime. x

03/07 @ 6:09am

God kid, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Actually, I don’t even think she deserves to know what she’s missing. Did you talk to your dad or Mary about it? I know we’re talking later, but I just wanted you to have a message from me before you start your day. What’re you wearing to the office tomorrow? Have you worn that polka dot dress with the bow lately? You know it’s one of my favorites and that I always love unwrapping it when you get home from the office. 

Can’t wait to see you tonight. All my love, Bradley

03/07 @ 9:55am

The dress doesn’t fit. My mom was right, I shouldn’t have gotten the french toast.

I’m planning on talking to dad and Mary later today before you and I have our Facetime. I know they’ll make me feel better, much like you have my darling boy, but it still feels pretty crummy. Especially since I’m sure she’s going to have wonderful time in New York with my brother 🙄 and I’ll have to hear all about it next time I talk to him. 

And I’m not sure if I’ve unpacked that dress yet! I’ll have to do some digging. Talk soon! x

03/10 @ 3:26am

We had a little baby. He was always giggling and laughing and we were making silly faces and he looked so small in your arms, Bradley. So small and little and he was ours. And then I turned around and he was toddling around the house and we were chasing him and his little legs were moving so quickly and we all wound up on the couch in a tangle of limbs, giggling under the blankets as we tickled him and he called you daddy. 

It wasn’t our house - or what will be our house, I guess? Instead of the leather couch you have, it was white and big and wide and the three of us could easily fit on it, snuggled together. 

And I could feel your arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I could feel you humming in my ear and kissing my neck and telling me you loved me. I could feel it. I could feel you. I could feel him and you. And it was nice and I felt warm and safe and cherished and loved. Because I felt so much love for this little boy in my arms - the perfect mix of me and you. Everything felt right and perfect. 

Except when I rolled over in bed to tell you about it, I realized I was alone in my bed, in my apartment, and not in the house that we shared or with the little boy that looked so much like you and I haven’t felt so empty and sad since I can’t remember when. 

And I just miss you so much, Bradley. I know I can come across as glib and unfeeling sometimes and like this doesn’t affect me as much. But it does and sometimes I feel like my heart is going to burst because I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before? It’s never been so easy for me to love someone and let them love me to the point that I always want to be beside them. And I know with your job - and mine - that can’t always happen, but god Bradley I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you. 

I love you rocketman x

03/11 @ 12:49pm

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I realize that’s a lot to drop on you, especially since we can’t talk in person. I guess I’ve just never missed a person more in my life and seeing that future showed me what we could have when you come home. God, Bradley I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here - in twenty seconds, not twenty years. 

How did your hop go today? x

03/11 @ 7:03pm

I have dreams like that, too. I’ll be little, but still older than I was when my dad died and we’ll be at the beach, running around, and he’ll pick me up and spin me around like I’m flying on an airplane. 

But then it’ll be me and my kid, running around and I’ll pick them up and spin them around like they’re flying on an airplane. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a little boy. But I always just can feel and tell that I love them and I’d do anything for them. 

And I used to hate waking up alone after I had them and I’d feel empty and sad and like I had the feeling that they should still be there? Except now I have you and I know it doesn’t just have to be a dream?

Sorry it took me so long to reply. Today was hectic and I didn’t get to check my email until later. But if I checked it earlier, my day would’ve been a lot easier on my heart. 

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/12 @ 7:11pm

How do you always know exactly what to say? I’m sorry for springing that all on you, know it wasn’t exactly a quick/easy message, but I love that you knew exactly what I meant. My day’s always a lot easier on my heart when I hear from you, too. Love you x

03/13 @ 10:17pm

i miss having you around to take care of me. and telling me what to do and what to wear for you and how you want me and where you want me and when you want me and and and. and how good i feel around you as you come, how you take what’s yours. how i need you to take control and tell me what i need because i’m too much of a dumb slut to figure it out on my own. i need you so much bradley. and it’s so hard because i’m trying to take care of myself like you do and imagine what you’d do if you were with me right now. but i’m so frustrated since no one takes care of me like you do. i feel so empty. nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours. 

i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley

3/13 @ 10:39pm

Awwww sweetheart, did you get yourself all worked up over me? It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you all by yourself. Must’ve been real bad for you to risk this getting flagged, huh? Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. 

Want you to pretend I’m next to you, leaning over you as you lay down and touch yourself. Say yes Bradley, more Bradley. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Good girl. 

Want you naked under the covers, no frilly little pajama set or anything. No, I want your cum to stain the sheets and then for you to have to clean up in the morning, all embarrassed because you did this. You made yourself like this because you can’t control yourself without me around. All that cum being wasted. Nobody around to lick it off your pussy. So what doesn’t get on the sheets, you have to taste. Good girl. 

Want you to use your fingers - only your fingers, I’ll know if you use anything else. Start with your breasts. Think of how perfectly they fit in my hands and how yours aren’t quite the same. They aren’t as big. Aren’t as strong. Play with your nipples, drag your nails across the soft skin on the underside of your breasts.

Want you to sigh my name as you slide your hands down your stomach towards your pretty little pussy. Have you shaved? Gotten a wax? You know how I like it, want it just like that when I get home. Pretend it’s my fingers sliding into your cunt. A few touches and you’re already clenching on air and I’m not even around. 

In and out, in and out. Circle your clit with your thumb. Add another finger, then another. You rocking your hips yet? I know you’re soaked. I know you want more. Three fingers can’t stretch you out nearly as much as you need. But I don’t know if you can handle anything else without me around. And I know you would never disagree with me, right? Because you’re my good girl and good girls do what they’re told. 

Don’t hesitate to get loud. You’re in our house, in our bed, you can be as loud as you want. Bet you’re getting close, huh? Try and last a little longer, can you hear yourself and how wet you are? Are you shaking yet? I know you’re close. Go ahead, speed up your fingers, just the way I do. It’s okay, you can come. Know you’re gonna get sleepy soon, wish I could sleep inside you, nice and tight.

Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl. 

03/14 @ 5:49pm

Thank you, Bradley. Thank you for taking care of me last night 

You like chicken piccata, right?

03/14 @ 7:33pm

Yeah, kid, I like chicken piccata. 

03/14 @ 7:39pm

Okay, that’s good. I’m going to make it when you come home. I ran it by my cooking instructor. Ina’s recipe of course. 

(I’ve read your email seven times since you sent it. I’ve thought about it constantly. I want you to take me softly and slowly that first time. But after that? I can’t wait to let go and float. Love you so much x)

03/15 @ 6:09am

You’re the boss. Good thing I’ll be home soon, you’re gonna run out of material. As is, I had to type that last one with one hand. 

Love you,

B

03/15 @ 7:21am

I’ll be good till you get home, promise. 

Have a good day, do you think we’ll get to talk much from now till Friday? Love you x

03/15 @ 7:24am

I’ll hold you to it. 

I don’t think so, might be able to send one out before leaving the boat. Better make it a good one. 

All my love

Your Bradley 

03/15 @ 7:25am

You got it! Love you bubs 

03/18 @ 11:08pm

Kid - there’s this lyric that keeps running through my head: ‘and I want you right here.’ I want you beside me - today, tomorrow, all my days. I want you right here, beside me forever. In twenty seconds, not twenty years. See you tomorrow.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/18 @ 11:11pm

See you tomorrow, rocketman. I’ll be the one in blue.

Love you x

a/n: thanks for reading! i'll be back with part ii and part iii (hopefully not in...4 months). i had so much fun writing these and getting to explore a different format and side to their relationship! thanks to alexa @sometimesanalice, kylie @ofstoriesandstardust, cass @notroosterbradshaw, elle @dissonannce, nik @cherrycola27, and loren @heartsofminds for all the support!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #bradley and smart aleck #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster x reader

[finalgilmoregirl]

can you please do a writing piece on a night in with Mike? I just read your headcannon blurb and loved it so much! :) thanks!

☆ a night in with mike would include :

a/n : i’m glad you enjoyed my post, thanks for the request! no gender specified, no use of y/n, established relationship, no film spoilers

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a night in starts with mike coming home from work. he’s exhausted from a shift that ran longer than he’d liked and with your plans to spend time together in mind, he immediately goes to shower after greeting you and abby.

the shower does a good job at washing off both the stale smell of work and his stress of having to do it all over again tomorrow.

his coming home a little later than expected seemed to have worked in his favor, because as he steps out of the bathroom, he notices the door to abby’s room is slightly ajar. once he steps through it he sees that abby is fast asleep, with you running a hand through her curly hair.

he walks over, replacing your hand on abby’s head and leaning down to place a kiss on it. he smiles at the peaceful sight, it’s moments of calm like this that he feels a small sense of pride, like he’s doing something right if abby is safe enough to have a warm bed to sleep in every night.

he looks to you and nods his head towards the door, signaling for you both to leave the room and as you walk through the hallway, mike places a hand on the small of your back, following you around.

“she go down easily?” mike asked, leading you towards the couch once you entered the living room.

you let out a light laugh, “yeah actually, she was practically falling asleep on her drawings by the time she was supposed to be getting ready for bed”

mike chuckles at the image of abby barley keeping her eyes open even while doing her favorite thing in the world. he leans back on the couch, pulling you into him as you begin to click through the different tv channels. the light from it being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

“so what are we thinking for tonight?” you ask beginning to list off what what playing at this hour, “sitcoms? black and white movies? there’s westerns…”

“sitcoms” mike answers, what he always answers with. you jokingly roll your eyes but find the right channel anyway. although he knows they’re corny, mike loves the simplicity of them, and you love to hear mike laugh.

you both settle in, a hand resting in his stomach with your body turned towards his, your legs thrown across mikes as he rubs your shoulder with the hand he has reached behind you. just twenty minutes pass before you hear and feel a distinct rumbling from mike. you sit up and bit and look at your boyfriend.

“was that your stomach?” you ask.

“yeah i didn’t get a chance to eat yet.” he responds a bit guiltily, knowing you hate when he doesn’t eat.

you immediately stand up and mike sighs, calling your name to sit back down but you retaliate with “there’s some leftover chicken in the fridge, do you want me to heat it up for you?”

“no no no” mike says, quickly standing up and pushing your shoulders to sit back down, “i got it”

he makes quick work of reheating his dinner and getting a glass of water to take back to the living room, where you’ve made him room so he can place his food on the coffee table in front of the couch where you two sat.

mike sits himself down as you sit up and start to lightly scratch his back while he places his elbows on his knees to have closer access to his plate.

every time he laughs at a stupid joke or dramatic one-liner you glance over at him. it seems like with every chuckle more and more weight is lifting off of mike's shoulders, and he's enjoying his life as he should at his age instead of worrying about bills or whether his car is going to start tomorrow morning.

once mike finishes (which was pretty fast. he was obviously a lot more hungry than he lead on to be), he leans back and pulls you into your original position again, this time with a warm full stomach and no more interruptions. he mindlessly traces shapes on your calf as you run a hand through his still damp hair, making it even more messy than it already was.

at some point during one of many commercial breaks, you suggest drinks, which mike is quick to accept. with the day he's had he could use a bit of alcohol to better send him to sleep later.

as you grab a few beers from the far back of the fridge he hears you make a comment on how you guys' hadn't drank in a while. mike lets out a dreamy "yeah?" as he tries to think back on the memory. he either must be real tired or it had to have been a while ago if he couldn't remember. which is a good thing honestly, you both tried your best to not make drinking a habit no matter how hard things got, especially with how much amy needed you both there for her.

"yeah." you said, bringing the now open bottles back to the couch. "it was last month at abby's school's fundraiser. they had spiked cider for the grown ups..." you trailed off, effectively jogging his memory.

"that doesn't count!" mike laughed, taking a sip from his drink.

"what do you mean it doesn't count?"

"well for one, it was at an elementary school, it was basically just apple juice."

"if i remember correctly, you were the one that started swaying after four glasses." you retaliated, causing mike to look at you in disbelief.

"only cause that's how many it took to make me feel anything!"

you cackled at his defensiveness, "don't give me an attitude just cause you're a lightweight. remember when i had to drive us home after my cousins wed- ah!"

mike tried to stifle your shrieks with his hand and he pushed you onto your back, almost dropping your beer in the process.

"you said you would never mention that again." he said through giggles but still trying to look serious while he pointed at you.

you pushed yourself onto your elbows, causing your faces to be merely inches apart. mike watched your mouth carefully as you brought the beer to your lips and took a sip. you held back a smile as you reached over to place it into the coffee table next to you, mike quickly pushing his lips to yours right after you did. you breathed a laugh through your nose, laying back again as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back.

mike continued, switching between pecks and long kisses before moving towards your neck, nipping at the skin there. your eyes began to flutter shut at the feeling.

"do you want to go to bed?" mike asked breathlessly, moving his kisses back to your lips.

as much as you hated to, you pulled away, causing your lover to pout.

"god i want to," you paused, looking at your forgotten drinks. "but we just opened those." you playfully whined.

mike rolled his eyes and sat back onto his knees, keeping his hands on your sides. "you're kidding."

"i'm just saying, we just started and there's four more in the fridge. it would be a waste!" you tried to defend yourself, but mike ignored your protests, leaning down to continue his assault on your neck (you swear he could do this forever).

"oh i get it," he mumbled into your ear. "you're just trying to get me drunk."

you smiled mischievously. "well we both know how easy that would be."

mike pulled away and looked at you incredulously, "oh you're done."

you took advantage of the space between you two and rolled off of the couch, running to mikes room as quietly as you could to avoid waking the nine year old in the next room while also escaping the arms of her brother. you could only avoid your fate for so long as mike came in a minute later after he put the dishes in the kitchen and turned off the tv as fast as humanly possible.

it only took him a second to find you sat on the edge of his bed and another to reach you, immediately attacking you with his lips, your shushes falling on deaf ears as he continued to tease you.

it's nights like these that end with the two of you in each others arms, your hearts bursting with love and affection, that make any trouble you might have faced in the day worth it.

feel free to send any more requests ☆

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #kelly : mike thoughts 💭

[fiapartridge]

late night talking | jack hughes

summary: jack’s having a terrible day and decides to call you late at night…

warning(s): swearing

kinda not in love with this one but what can ya do!

Jack hated calling when it was late at night because he knew you'd answer every single time— even if it meant sacrificing precious hours of sleep and living like a sleep-deprived zombie by the time the sun comes up. 

But tonight, he just couldn't resist it. 

His day was absolutely terrible. It all started with waking up an hour later than his alarm was set, then missing breakfast with the team because he couldn't find his tan T-shirt anywhere which resulted in him tearing apart his entire hotel room searching for the missing piece of clothing that was simply rolled up at the bottom of his suitcase, then getting a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his new AF1s on his way to the arena, and as the stupid cherry on top, the Devils lost their last road game of the—almost clean sweep—West Coast roadie to the fucking Seattle Kraken. 

And he knew you were tired. You spent all day texting him about all of the essays and projects your professors were assigning you. You were awake until 2AM (New Jersey time), hacking away at all of the assignments. You couldn't wait to go to sleep. 

You finally put your writing utensils away and stored your laptop in the drawer of your desk where it would be waiting to be opened tomorrow for more work. Your hair was in a messy bun and your pajamas were strapped against your body. You were so ready for bed. You pulled back the covers and shimmied yourself in, careful not to move the pink blanket resting at the foot of the bed. 

Skimming through your emails one last time, making sure there wasn't any last-minute work assigned by your professors, you turned off your phone and placed it on the bedside table. Your arm stretched a little farther to click the button on your lamp, but when you saw Jack's caller ID and the photo of him giving you a piggy-back around the Prudential Center, all systems were on high alert. 

You sat back up, pulling the phone to your ear. You were terrified. You knew Jack hated calling you late at night— even though you told him loads of times that you didn't mind. So if he was calling you now, knowing it was 2AM where you were, he must've really needed something. 

The line was silent when you answered. Nothing else other than a faint static could be heard between the two of you.

"Jack?" you called. "Are you okay?"

You could hear his breathing. It wasn't calm, but it wasn't rapidly fast either. It sounded like a boy with something on his mind.

"Hey, Y/N/N," he said. He was so quiet, it felt like you had to lean into the phone to hear him better. 

"It's eleven in Seattle. Why aren't you asleep?" you asked.

"I wanted to, I just," he paused. Static. Calmer breaths. "I just missed you so fucking much, Y/N."

"I miss you, too, but it's only two more days. I'll see you on Sunday. What's going on?"

You couldn't see him, but his head was shaking back and forth on the other side of the line and he was rubbing his forehead like a middle-aged man after seeing his kids scribbling all over the walls. He was stressed and tired and all he wanted was to come home and see you, to sleep in your bed tonight, and to be with you.

"My day was just... terrible. It was unbelievably terrible. It was like one bad thing would happen and then ten minutes later, another bad thing happened. It was like God was just shitting over my entire day. So much fucking shit."

You laughed softly, a slight yawn mixed in between. "I don't think God was resting at the toilet, shitting all over your day, but it sounds like it was pretty bad. What happened?"

He sighed. "No, I should let you go to sleep. It's what? Two o'clock over there?"

"You called, and I answered. Tell me."

He took a moment, like he was actually debating whether to tell you or not. He knew you would go to extreme lengths to get it out of him, and he didn't want to tire you out even more. "We lost."

That was all he said.

Two words.

We lost.

You were confused to say the least. You knew he lost. You kept up with every single one of his games. They won every single road game before that: the Hurricanes, the Ducks, the Kings, the Sharks. So what, they lost to the Kraken? It's not like they won't have another chance to win again on Sunday against the Penguins, or Tuesday against the Golden Knights. There were so many more games to play. What was the big deal?

"Okay... is that it?" you asked. You dipped your toe in, scared that he might blow up and tell you something dramatic like 'it's more than a game, it's my life.'

But the line went quiet again. Nothing more than a bit of static and breathing. But then he talked and you wanted to do nothing more than book a flight out to Seattle and run to him with your arms out. You wanted to be there for Jack— you always did. 

He sighed. "It's just— we were losing for so long and when we were winning again, it felt so good, like we were finally back. Like we were a team again. But then we lost and, I don't know, it felt as if we were back on that losing streak, like it was yesterday. Like none of the road games even happened. We were just— losers again."

You rolled your eyes, and laughed. Yes, you laughed. Jack was confused, too. He wondered why you were laughing. He just poured out his entire thought process, all of his feelings, and you were laughing. Why were you laughing?

He frowned. "It's not funny, Y/N/N."

"I know, I know," you wiped your eyes. You didn't know if you were tearing up because you were deliriously tired or you were just laughing too hard. "It's just— you lost in overtime. You were close. It wasn't an 8 - 1 loss, or a complete shutout. You almost won, Jack. It was one goal that separated you and the other team. So what, you lost one game? This one game won't cost you your chances at playoffs and it won't make me love you any less. No one thinks that you are a loser. I'd rather be with you than a guy that's won every single one of his games. I love you, Jack. Win or lose, it's always you."

"So you don't want to be with Pastrnak?"

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Not into beards."

He laughed. "Really? Because I think I'm starting to grow something here, Y/N/N."

You scoffed. "In your wildest dreams, Hughes."

"Speaking of dreams, I should probably let you get back to that."

"Alright, just— know that I love you, okay? Win or lose; I'm always gonna come home to you, and I'm always gonna love you."

You could hear the sound of a light switch on the other side of the line. Jack was getting ready for bed, too. He crawled underneath the covers, knowing his teammates were probably out getting drunk somewhere at a bar nearby. But he didn't care about grabbing a beer and throwing all of his feelings into Taylor Swift karaoke with Nico Hischier (that was more of a 'you and Nico' thing). All he wanted was to hear your voice, to tell you goodnight, that he loves you, and that he'll call you again when the sun comes up.

Because to him, you were worth more than a lifetime of wins.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #jack hughes fic #hockey fanfiction #nj devils imagine #jack hughes one shot

[hearts4hughes]

could you do an imagine with jack hughes inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift? i love your writing :))

cruel summer - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, reading will be drunk, let me know if i miss anything :)

a/n: grab your reading glasses because this is a long one, loves. also, this idea is so cute. i love cruel summer, so i hope i did it justice. enjoy reading!

the italic and bold works are song lyrics. just italic words are thoughts or emphasis on words.

gif is not mine

killing me slow, out the door window. i’m always waiting for you to be waiting below.

as i lay down in my bed, fast asleep, i’m awoken by a phone call. my eyes still shut, i reach around my nightstand until i grab my phone. i squint, my eyes adjusting to my phone’s lighting as jack’s name appears on the screen.

i answer the call, putting the phone up to my ear, “hello?” i mumble, my voice still groggy. i sit up, rubbing my eyes.

“hi, sleepyhead.” i can practically hear his cheeky smile.

“jack, what do you want? it’s literally,” i grab the digital clock on my nightstand, “1-am!” i huff, throwing myself back to a laying position.

“yeah, sorry for the early call.” he giggles and i can picture him running his hands through his long hair, “but, i’m outside your window.”

“what?!” i sit back up again, throwing the covers off my body and looking out my window. sure as shit, jack was standing underneath it, waving up to me with the cutest smile. i can’t help, but grin a little.

i hang up the phone and open my window, “what are you doing here?!” i whisper yell trying to be caution that my roommate is just down the hall from me.

“i came to save you, m’lady.” he winks, doing a small bow. i laugh, cringing at the pet name.

“how do you expect me to sneak out of here? everyone would hear me.” i furrow my brows in confusion, making jack smirk.

“that’s why you’re going through the window.” his eyes light up like a little kid.

how does he expect me to sneak out my window, without breaking any bones?

“ok,” i say unsurely, “you’re going to catch me if i fall?”

“promise!”

ok, let’s do this.

i open my window fully and begin to climb out of it. my feet are the first thing that exit out my window. i step onto the roof ledge below my window, trying to keep my balance. safely, i get into a sitting position on the roof and lower myself down, with some help from jack.

“just call me your knight in shining armor.” he wears a cocky smirk on his face.

i roll my eyes before replying, “more like, knight in under armor.”

“i’m offended! you know i only wear nike and gymshark!” he inhales a fake gasp, pulling a small laugh out of me.

“let’s go.” jack says, grabbing my hand and leading me over to his car.

~~

after our short drive, jack revealed this little cliff that overlooks the city. it’s been about an hour and we are halfway finished with a bottle of vodka. it’s safe to say we are shitfaced.

“why have you been hiding this little hot spot from me?” i grab the heavy bottle from jack’s hands and take a good slug of it.

“to be honest… i don’t know.” jack stares at the sky, legs dangling off the cliff. “i think i was just waiting to share it at a special time.” he leans back, his arms supporting his body.

“what’s so special about tonight?” my brows furrow and i look at him. jack sits up again, trying to either remember or think of why tonight was so special.

“well,” he stares at me and i don’t even realize how close we are until i look at jack’s lips. he notices too and looks back and fourth between my lips and my eyes.

kiss him.

kiss him!

but as i get ready to gain the courage to, we snap back into reality and pull away.

“we should get going.” i suggest and he nods.

“you’re coming to my game tomorrow, right?”

“i’d never miss your games.” i admit, making jack smile. he stands up, holding his hand out for me to grab onto. i grab his hand and we head out.

what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more.

sitting at the prudential center, the only thing keeping me warm is jack’s oversized jersey draped over my body. the things i do for this boy.

after our little, incident… the other night, we haven’t addressed it. i’m actually pretty glad we didn’t yet though because nothing really happened.

the game passed by fairly quickly considering they won and now i’m waiting outside of the devils’ locker room for jack. i grab my phone out of my pocket and check the photos i got of him during the game. while scrolling through the photos, i stop on a specific one. the photo shows jack’s celly after getting a goal. noticing it’s a live photo, i hold down on it. now it shows jack’s celly, but also him looking straight at me, with the biggest smile on his face. my cheeks begin to flush as i break out into a toothy smile.

“whatcha lookin’ at, cutie?” jack walks towards me, raising his eyebrow. i quickly close my phone, putting it into my pocket.

“nothing,” i brush off his question, embarrassed to admit i was basically drooling over a photo of him, “you did so well today!”

he smiles proudly, bringing me into a big hug. i appreciate the warmth of his body on mine. he looks gorgeous… not to mention how buff he looks.

i snap out of my wild thoughts, realizing i’m not supposed to think of my best friend in that way.

“the boys and i are going out to celebrate, wanna come with?” jack pulls away from our hug, a childish grin on his face. i shake my head, knowing i’ve lived this same night a million times, and it all starts with ‘going out to celebrate’.

“you already know my answer to that.”

i’m drunk in the back of the back of the car. and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar, oh.

after about four shots, two vodka martinis, and a few too many white claws, jack decided it was time to take me home. he’s had a few drinks, but he’s definitely not wasted like me.

“ready to go, love?” jack asks, holding my waist, supporting me so i don’t fall over.

“no way, jacky! it’s too early.” i whine, grabbing my drink, trying to take another sip out of it, but jack intercepts. he takes the drink out of my hand and i whine once again.

“you are very drunk.” he laughs, “let’s get you home, ok?”

“fine.” i huff, loosing my balance for a moment and falling into jack. he catches me, making a ‘woah’ face before leading me out of the bar. with a hand around my waist, jack opens the backseat to his car, slowly helping me in.

“yay! the backseat!” i slur, laying down in the big backseat. soon after jack shuts the car door, he opens the front door, adjusting his seat settings before he leaves the parking lot.

he’s so perfect. i mean i’m literally plastered and he’s driving me home. i wish i could just kiss him, but i know he doesn’t like me like that.

my drunken thoughts start to take control over my emotions and soon tears begin to swell in my eyes. i sit up and try to stop the tears streaming down my face, but i can’t. i let out a small sob, causing jack to look at me through the rear view mirror.

“hey, woah,” jack coos, “what’s wrong, cutie?” his expressions are worried as he waits for my answer.

“nothing.” i mumble, rubbing my eyes as tears spill out of them.

“it’s obviously not nothing if you’re crying about it.” he points out. he’s not wrong, but…

“i really just want to kiss you.” i blurt out. my eyes widen at what i said, but i’m not sober enough to realize what i just admitted.

“oh yeah?” jack grins, giving into my drunk confessions. his eyes flick back and fourth from the rear view mirror to the road.

“yes!” once again i respond something before thinking, “i’ve wanted to for so, so long. you are so pretty!”

shut up, y/n!! shut up!

“i think you are just very drunk.” jack giggles making me bark out a huge laugh.

“drunk isn’t even in my vocabulary, jacky!” i exclaim, a little too loud. he giggles in response. “also, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

why did i just say that?

finally, i shut up, closing my eyes i fall into a small slumber.

i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

when i wake up, he’s carrying me bridal style into my apartment. getting my senses back, i mumble something incoherently.

“shh, it’s ok,” jack looks down at me, smiling. i nod my head, eyes shutting once again. my eyes stay closed as jack lays me down on my bed. he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before saying his goodbyes.

thinking i was still asleep, jack confesses, “i want to kiss you too, y/n.”

“what?” i open my eyes, shooting up from my laying position.

jack stops short turning around. his eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. “wait, um-” he trips over his words.

“jack,” i cut him off. he nods, “shut up and repeat that.”

silence fills the room for a few moments before jack speaks up, “i want to kiss you too.”

it felt as if time froze.

as if nothing mattered anymore.

i stand up from my bed, stumbling a little due to my now tipsy state. jack immediately comes to my aid, holding me up right. we both stare at each other, my eyes flicking to his lips, then up again to his eyes. i start to get a déjà vu feeling, remembering the last time this happened.

last time this happened i chickened out. i didn’t kiss him, but this time i want it to be different.

i lean in, pressing my lips against jack’s. in shock, he doesn’t kiss back, just yet. but after a few moments, he’s kissing me too. i put everything i’ve bundled up for so long into this kiss. it seems like jack did too.

breathlessly, i pull back. i take a deep breath before looking at jack. he wears a cheeky smile on his face.

“wow.” is the only thing he says.

“wow.” i agree, running my hands through his hair.

“i’m in love with you,” i confess, still high on my adrenaline rush, “and i have been for so long.” i close my eyes, waiting for his response, but instead of words, his lips meet mine, once again.

this kiss has less passion, but more hunger. his hands grab my waist. he slips my tongue into my mouth, causing me to gasp.

before the kiss can heat up anymore, he pulls away. “i’m in love with you too.”

#hearts4hughes #jack hughes #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #nora's writings 💐

[givemea-dam-break]

Hello! I love your work!! If possible, could you do a Lockwoodxreader story where the reader has to rescue Lockwood from some peril and comfort him through the aftermath please?

a/n: ahhhhh yes absolutely! i'm so glad you like my writing, so i can only hope I've done your request justice!

warnings: minor injury detail gn reader

"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to take my rapier, and I'm going to run you through."

"No point in telling me your murder plans. Now I know exactly what you're going to do. And, might I ask why exactly you want to kill me?"

You mutter some very insulting things under your breath before saying, "Because we currently have two Type Twos waiting down the hall for us, when this was meant to be a simple Type One job, hence why Lucy and George are back at home, relaxing and probably drinking my tea."

Lockwood looks over his shoulder at you, offering up that infuriating smile. "We'll be fine. We've dealt with worse together. Remember the ghost of Eleanor Hart?"

"Eleanor Hart was a Visitor whose only purpose for haunting her old house was because her cat had died and she never buried it."

"And, yet, she still tried to kill us, but we defeated her."

"You're not helping your case, Lockwood," you growl. "We should postpone for tonight, come back tomorrow with Lucy and George."

"No," Lockwood says, keeping his rapier steady in front of him. "I'll distract them, and you find the source."

You want to scream at him, but you keep your voice light. The Visitors are already getting agitated. "And what are your ideas of what the source is? These are two murder victims, judging by the gunshot wounds in their chests, but I don't think the goddamn gun will be the source if it's even here."

"Well, it's your job to find that out. Ready?"

"No, Lockwood, let's take a minute to think about -"

Before you've even finished your sentence, Lockwood leaps out of the iron circle and sprints towards the ghosts, capturing their attention. He darts into one of the rooms - the massive lounge - and you can hear the banging of exploding salt bombs as you hurry over.

Your Sight isn't your greatest Talent, but it's enough for you to see faint deathglows in the study, just beside each other. As the sound of Lockwood's battle increases, you creep into the room, placing your hand on the ground between the glows.

Echoes of voices fill your ears, the words unintelligible, but the tones clear enough: anger, insecurity, rivalry. Something about a competition where something went wrong - one betrayed the other. A gunshot, followed immediately by another, so loud that it knocks you off your feet.

"They killed each other?" you murmur, frowning. "So what would the source be...?"

Lockwood yells in the other room, and you jump to your feet, clutching your rapier tightly. You need to figure out what the source is and fast.

"(name), hurry!"

Panic flares in your chest, but you bury it down.

You don't think, you just run through to the Lounge.

Lockwood is stumbling, holding his side as if in pain. His rapier is in his left hand rather than his right, which looks like it's bleeding. He throws a salt bomb - his last - at the spirit on the left, and it dissipates, reforming over to the side a little, and... there.

A portrait hangs on the wall, depicting a beautiful woman. It's not a modern painting by any standards, but it's no more than a few decades old, and it clicks.

The men, the Visitors, had been fighting over her and, in a fit of rage when one sabotaged their competition to win her heart, the other drew his gun. Both were armed, and both shot each other, killing the other instantly. You want to roll your eyes at the stupidity, but you have more pressing matters.

Lockwood slashes at one of the ghosts with his rapier, but he's weaker with his left hand. The spirit draws nearer, reaching out a spectral hand as the other circles around to the side.

"Lockwood, duck!" you shout.

You throw a salt bomb at the spectre on the right, momentarily getting rid of it, and leap forward, cutting through the other with your rapier. When you reach Lockwood, he's panting heavily and limping as he moves. There's a look in his eyes, a glimpse of doubt and regret, and it spurs you on. You toss him your remaining salt bombs.

"Watch my back. We left the silver net in the hall."

Without giving him a chance to respond, you slice through the newly formed ghosts and tear the portrait off the wall. It's heavier than you expected - probably because of its massive frame - but you know that your guess was right. The ghosts wail with rage, following you as you sprint away with the portrait.

The hall seems longer than you remember, and you're sure you would've been ghost touched if not for Lockwood throwing salt bombs to protect your retreat. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and it hurts a little to breathe, but you can't stop. Your feet slide, and you crash into the wall, cracking your head on the old brick, but you manage to make it to the iron circle and fish out the silver net from the duffle bag, wrapping the large portrait in it.

Immediately, the hall becomes silent, and the Visitors disappear. All you can hear is your gasps for breath and the limping footsteps of Lockwood before he slides to the ground beside you, leaning against the wall.

"You okay?" you ask, turning to look at him, shaking off the wave of dizziness that occurs.

"Always."

You frown at him, shuffling closer on your knees until you kneel beside him. Gently, you pry his hand off his left side, eternally grateful to find that there's no blood. His right arm is trembling in your grip, possibly overextended or whacked on something.

"This will hurt," you warn before pressing your hands onto his left side.

Lockwood grits his teeth as you feel around his ribs. They're swelling a little, and they're obviously sore, but nothing feels broken. It's a similar process for his arm, probably sprained, and you sit back on your heels, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You're alright," you say softly. "Nothing broken, but you'll be sore and probably bruised for a little while. What happened?

He takes a deep breath, shifting slightly. "Threw me across the room, whacked against the fireplace."

You try for a smile. "Well, you're okay. I'm okay, it's all good."

"You're bleeding," he says with a frown. "(name) -"

Gingerly, you touch the side of your head, fingers coming back red and sticky. You don't remember hitting the wall that hard.

"I'm alright," you say. "Just a scrape."

All of a sudden, his fingers are gently brushing your hairline just beside the cut, brows furrowed and lips parted. Something in your heart squeezes at the sight of his worry.

"Lockwood, I'm alright. I promise."

"I'm stupid," he says, his hand travelling down your face slowly, cautiously, until his hand cups your cheek. Instinctively, you lean into his touch, ignoring the warmth of your face. "You were right, we should've left and come back tomorrow."

Your hand grips his, intertwining fingers. "Hey, yeah, you were a bit stupid, and I'm still tempted to run you through, but we're alive. We've done it."

"You've done it."

"Okay, I might've secured the source, but I wouldn't have been able to do that without you lobbing salt bombs at the Visitors."

His eyes are angry, but not at you, at himself. In the dim lighting of the hallway, he's awfully pale, and the faint bags under his eyes seem so much darker. From the corner of your eye, you might've believed him to be a ghost himself.

"Listen," you say. "It's done. It's over. We're alive, yeah? We're alive, Lockwood."

He hesitates, looking up at you with eyes you could just fall into. "But, what if it had gone wrong? You're all I - I can't lose you."

You turn your head in his hand, pressing a light kiss to his palm. "It didn't go wrong. You haven't lost me, see? I'm alive, I'm breathing, and I'm going to take you home and make you a nice cup of tea, then I'll put you on bed rest for a couple of days."

His pulse beats fast in his palm, and you could probably chalk it down to the adrenaline rush you always feel during a case fading off, but some part of you feels triumphant - a little action on your part flustered him.

"Let's go home, yeah?" you say, squeezing his hand softly. "I'll get you all patched up and fed."

"And will you -" Vulnerability flashes in his eyes, something you've rarely ever seen from him before. "Will you stay with me?"

Your heart flutters in your chest. "As long as you want, Lockwood."

His hand moves from your cheek to brush through your salt-encrusted hair, and a little, slightly smug, smile plays at his lips.

"There's the Lockwood I love, eh?" you murmur before blanching. Did you just say...?

Lockwood has a similar reaction, his jaw becoming slack as he stares at you. Your face feels hot.

"Um." You stand abruptly. "Come on, let's get you home."

You grasp his arms gently, pulling him to his feet and looping one of his arms over your shoulders. As you begin walking, all you can hear is your heartbeat pounding in your chest, deafening.

"Did you mean that?" Lockwood says, free of his typical charming tone. No, now he sounds... nervous?

Trying to act nonchalant, you shrug. "Maybe."

"Maybe, huh?"

He laughs, and the tension writhing in your stomach eases. His laugh is contagious, and, soon, you're laughing together, shouldering your bags as you trudge out of the abandoned mansion.

Something in your chest feels at ease from the absence of Lockwood's rejection. Part of you wonders if he feels the same, but the other part waves it off. You're both injured and probably out of it, right?

"I feel the same, for what it's worth."

Those four words, god, they're enough to make your knees weak and set off fireworks in your blood. You can't help the grin that parts your lips.

"Good," is all you can say.

Maybe it's the head injury, but you swear you can feel the gentle press of lips on the top of your head as you step back out into the outside world.

#lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #x reader #fanfiction #lockwood and co netflix #givemea-dam-break

[serhum]

[Part 1] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

🖤🖤🖤🖤

I have been living with my partner, Yuki Ishikawa, for almost 2 years. His apartment in Milan is close to his volleyball training centre and here I am, working in the heart of Italy as a fashion PR. Today is our day off and we decided to stay indoor and spend quality time together.

“Babe, are we expecting a guest today?” ask me while he is doing the dishes and reorganizing the tablecloth. 

“Actually yes. Do you remember Shohei? He will be coming tonight. He took a vacation in Italy for several days.” my eyes went into shock. Did he mean Shohei Ohtani? 

“Shohei from the Angels?” ask me one more time. 😳

“Yes. Your idol.” he replied with a small chuckle. 

“Well, I thought he is in recovery mode as he recently underwent a surgery. Anyway, do you think we should prepare food or something?” 

“I think wine and pasta is enough.” I nodded in agreement.

“Sure. Let’s go to the grocery then. It’s 4pm already and I don’t want him to be disappointed when he sees nothing on our table.” I reply and hurriedly go to our bedroom to change.

“You are okay with him coming tonight, right?” Yuki suddenly pops out behind me with his arms lingering my waist. I turn my head to see him and smile.

“It’s fine. We can have quality time everyday but welcoming him in person is such a rare one.” He smiles after hearing my thought. I feel his lips on my temple and I hug him.

“Tomorrow is your special day and I have present ready for you.” Yuki told me.

“Oh what is it? I can’t wait to see it!”

“You’ll see. Soon.” He smirks. 

— 

“Ding dong ding dong” I stopped my hand from scrolling the tv channel when I heard the bell rang. It must be Shohei! 

I look around and realized that Yuki is still in the bathroom so I get up and walk to the door. I don’t know why my heart is beating fast knowing that Shohei is right in front of our apartment. I’ve met him so many times before but it feels different each time. I am indeed his fangirl! 

“Hi! How are you?” I said as I open the door and see him smile with a bottle of wine.

“Hi y/n! Long time no see. How are you? I’m great.” He leans closer and hugs me for a second.

“Likewise. You look great in that polo shirt! Come in!” I complimented and his smile turns bigger. 

“Thanks. I brought you and Yuki a wine from Cali. It’s really tasty to be paired with cheese.” He follows me to the dining area and puts the wine bottle on the table.

“You don’t have to. Thank you, Shohei. Umm Yuki is in the bathroom and please make yourself at home.” I said and sit down on the sofa with him following beside me. He then places his bag near the sofa.

“How’s life so far? I saw the news that you undergone a surgery. Are you okay?” I open the conversation when I noticed that his elbow is still covered with bandage.

“Well it happens you know. I’m totally fine now. How about you-“ 

“Shohei Ohtani!! My brother! How are you man?” Before he finished his sentence, Yuki came up and patted his shoulder. Shohei immediately stood up and gave Yuki a brotherly hug. 

“Great! You look bigger now hahaha” Shohei jokes to Yuki. 

“Yeah I’ve been lifting a lot these days. But look at you! Bulkier than ever.“ And the convo continues around their life. It’s so warm seeing their interactions and how they become close to each other because of their profession as athletes, representing their country in the global stage. They had so many things alike.

While they are on it, I started to prepare the dinner. The time is 8.00pm already. 

“Yuki, can you help me open the wine that Shohei gave us?” He stopped talking for a sec and walked across the room. “Thanks” I smiled when he opened the wine and poured it to our glasses. “You guys are so cute.” I added and he just smile coyly and returned to Shohei. 

“Well the dinner’s ready guys! Let’s eat” I announce and take a sit first. Yuki and I made carbonara pasta and tiramisu.

“So how’s your relationship with Yuki, y/n? He doesn’t give you a hard time, right?” Shohei asked. He’s now sat across me while Yuki is beside me.

I chuckled and turned my head to Yuki. “Sometimes haha.. But I am so proud of him. He worked so hard and he deserves what he have now. I just don’t like it when he started to blame himself when his team lost.” I rub the back of Yuki’s head softly to showcase my affection. 

“Aww.. look at these two lovey dovey couple. I’m happy for you both.” Shohei added. His aura is so calm and cool, similar to Yuki but there’s something different.

“Thanks, babe. It’s hard not to blame myself though. You don’t have to expose me to Shohei like that” and with that, all of us are laughing. 

“The pasta is delicious. Did you make it yourself, y/n?” Shohei asks while chewing. I nodded, “Yuki helps me with the tiramisu as well. You should try it with the wine!” 

“I’m so happy you guys made the tiramisu. I’ve been wanting to taste it for a long time.” He added. 

“Her cooking skills is no joke, bro. I can gain weight easily but thanks to her, she always looks after my diet.” I can feel his hand and stare on mine. I love this guy!

“Can I make a toast for both of these gentlemen?” I asked and both Yuki and Shohei nodded. “You guys are hardworking, successful, and love sports a lot. Be it volleyball or baseball. I just want to say, keep going and make your country and fans proud. Cheers!” the sound of wine glasses clash each other can be heard with big smiles on their faces. 

After we finished dinner, we continue to chit chat in the balcony. “How long will you stay in Italy?” asked me. “It’s short. I’m here for 5 days. I want Yuki to show me around, of course when he’s not working.” Shohei pokes Yuki’s belly in a friendly manner. “I can do that! Let’s take time off together.” Yuki replied him.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Shohei excuses himself to the bathroom. 

“Babe, are you happy Shohei is here?” Yuki take a seat next to me and holds me in his arms. He is so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. 

“What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“I am thinking that maybe we can try something new for your birthday. Not tomorrow but tonight.” my head tilts towards him. I don’t know what he’s talking about at all.

“I don’t get it, Yuki. Talk clearly please.” 

“I know for a fact that Shohei is your biggest idol. I want you to feel intimate with him.” I shiver after listening to what he just say. “Why don’t we have a threesome?” My mouth went wide. I am shocked to hear him saying that thing.

“What? Are you kidding me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think of him in that way, Yuki. I can only be intimate with you, my boyfriend. Don’t you feel jealous by saying that?” I pull my body from him. Standing up and staring at him. A bit irritated.

“Of course I am jealous. But, tomorrow is your birthday. I want you to have pleasure you haven’t had experienced before. We can have sex anytime but imagine having it with your specific idol too? Won’t you be on the cloud nine?” He stood up and came closer to me. As if he want to convince me, I see seriousness in his eyes instead of jealousy. My heart went racing right now. Did Yuki just give permission to me to have sex with Shohei? His best friend?

I take his hand and place it on my chest. “Do you feel it? I feel really nervous with your statement. What would Shohei think about it?” I am blushing so hard right now. Yuki started to grin and whisper to me. “I already told him and he agreed.” He hugs me. “Don’t be afraid. I am here with you.” 

Is this the present that Yuki mentioned to me earlier? And Shohei agreed to do this already? Yuki is so unpredictable! How dare  you! I felt dumbfounded now.. 

“If you say so,” I paused for a moment. “But I am shy.” 

“Don’t be. You will take the lead and we are all yours.” he winked. “You dirty boy.” I added and punch him jokingly. 

How should I act now that I know Shohei is here to have threesome with me and Yuki? I am totally embarrassed. I don’t know what to do. I get more surprised when Shohei walked towards the balcony with no shirt. W-wait… is this starting already? 🥵

“Shall we have fun now?” Shohei lends his right hand to me as if he wants to reach me. I tilt my head to Yuki and he nods. “Are you okay with this, Shohei?” ask me. I don’t want things go awkward after this if he doesn’t want to then I shall not start the fire. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.” he smirks and reaches my hand without hesitation. 

His footsteps are fast, just like Yuki’s, and I follow him. He makes me sit down on the sofa. This time he is facing me and holding my hands gently. I can see clearly his toned body. He is slightly bigger and chiseled than Yuki. His skin tone is warmer than Yuki. Wait.. I shouldn’t compare him to Yuki.. 

“Babe, don’t be shy.” I felt Yuki’s arms suddenly around my body. He hugged me from behind. I feel like he tries to encourage me to make the first move. 

“Alright. We can play this game unless both of you follow my rules.” I bravely said. “One, you can do whatever you want with me tonight. Two, you can be rough but make it gentle. Last, you guys have way higher stamina than me and I might unable to keep up, so give me chance to breath. Ok?” saying that feels unreal and I feel like explaining to two school boys. 

“Of course. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Shohei replied me with smile. I can feel Yuki nods on the crook of my neck. “So, what do you like the most during sex?” Shohei’s hand started to trace my knees in circle. Oh god, I’m not your strongest soldier tonight. “I like dirty talk. What about you?” 

“I like women on top of me.” he said with eyes staring into my soul. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE WHY IS HE SO BRAZEN. “Ugh.. okay.” was the only word that came out of my lips.

“Yuki, do you want to watch us first before you join?” Shohei asked him and I felt Yuki’s arms are no longer holding me and he pulled himself. “Yeah, you guys can warm up the game. I will follow.”

Right after he said that, Shohei took my body and lifted me without a warning. We have no space left between us. I can feel his hot breath on my face. God, why did I wear short dress in the first place, my legs hug his waist and my skin was revealed too much in this position. I feel his right hand on my ass, trying to keep me in this position. Hence, my hands are holding his shoulders tightly. 

“Where are you taking me?” I gasped when he brings me closer to the kitchen. He put me down on the island, “Have you tried doing it in the kitchen with Yuki?” I nervously shake my head. He smirks and leans closer to my ear, “Let me show you how good it is without your boyfriend touch.” I AM DONE. He made sure Yuki doesn’t hear that as he lower down his voice. I shudder hearing his husky voice. 

He started to kiss me passionately while his hands are grabbing my neck softly. I kissed him back and moved my hands on his chest, roaming his chiseled body. His body is built different. I can feel it. “Ahh” I react when his tongue tried to play with mine. He is getting deeper in my mouth and he tastes so sweet. 

His hands are now exploring my body here and there. “Shohei” I called his name when he starts to caressing my covered breasts. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head. “Keep going.” I mumble in his kiss. 

That sentence triggers him to undress me. He unclasp my bra and pull my dress together with it so easily. He throws them on the floor, leaving me naked with my panties. Why do I feel so shy? I try to cover my body with my arms only to make him say, “Don’t cover it. You are beautiful and I can’t wait to feel you.” his voice was so low but really calming me.

“It’s my first time getting naked with other man. I’m too shy to stare at you now..” then he chuckles lightly. “You’re so sexy.” Then he kissed my neck and traced down to my shoulder and boobs with his lips. Leaving some saliva traces on me and I’m getting shiver all over my body. After removing my hands, he licked and sucked my nipple so hard that I feel stimulated down there. I play with his hair while feeling so good with what he did to my body. “Ohh yes” I finally let that moan out. Did Yuki hear it too? 

I turned my head back to see where’s Yuki at. He’s standing in the corner watching us. His face seems quite red and he smirks when our eyes met. I can’t comprehend whether he’s mad or enjoying the view. 

Shohei’s fingers are now trying to pull down my panties while he nibbles my ear. The cold surface of the island gives a tingling sensation to my body. “Are you wet for me already, princess?” More dirty talks coming out of his little mouth. I felt his fingers in between my clothed pussy. I put my hand on his finger down there, trying to pause him. I didn’t realized I was that wet when I touch the fabric of my panties. “Be gentle.” I told him when our eyes met. He nodded and get down on his knees.

He pulled my panties, spread my legs and I saw his amused face when seeing my pussy. He blow some air before I feel his lips kissing me there. “Ohh sweet Jesus!” I scream when he gets to the right spot with his playful tongue. My body automatically jerks on his face. I feel the pleasure hits me.

His technique is different to Yuki’s, he keeps unfold and folding my vaginal lips and he shows how passionate he is by caressing my inner thighs while doing his magic. “Faster please..” I beg and I feel him smiles. He gets faster and I lay down on my back, feeling the cold surface, and biting my lips out of pleasure. “Uh-huh, I feel it coming.” I close my legs created more pressure from his mouth. He then caressed my clit real fast and I was sent to heaven.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him standing and lick his fingers. “It’s unfair how you’re still in your pants, Sho” I cry while punching his area in a teasing manner. It feels as if my order is his command.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I’m lying if I act unsurprised with how huge his  boner is.  He reached my hand and pulled me until I sit on the edge. He removed his brief and then located my hand on his bulge. Seeing his puppy eyes, I rub it slowly while staring at him. He whimpered every time my hand reaches the tip. “Is it enough, Sho?” I innocently ask him on the pace. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I take it as a yes.

I think it’s time for me to take actions after what he done to me. I keep doing the handjob while I trail kisses on his upper body. “Faster” he said. Not long after, he hugged me and put his lips on my ear, “You are amazing”. I can feel his broad shoulders on mine and his heart beats quickly. This feels different to hugging Yuki. 

“Hold me tight. I like it.” I whisper back to him while holding his strong biceps. “Do you like it when I touch you there?” he whispered back. I nod and see him smile. His little eyes are very attractive when he smiles. “Yuki, any ideas what position should we all try?” Shohei speaks up while still hugging me. I was smiling like crazy underneath his body when hearing that. He’s so blunt and careless. I heard Yuki laughs. 

“Come here and bring me my girlfriend.” Yuki replied with his hand signaling us to follow him. All of us chuckles together. “Did you enjoy watching us?” I asked him but he doesn’t respond and walked away to the bedroom.

Shohei didn’t let go of me and he carries me bridal style towards the bedroom. “Your eyes are beautiful, Sho. Are they brown?” I asked him before we reach the bedroom. “Yeah. You like what you see from that angle?” he teases me with his fingers caressing my cheek and I can’t help but smile. He is such a warm and lovable person. This is the only time I can compliment and touch him without Yuki being mad. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤

To be continued

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani au #yuki ishikawa #yuki ishikawa imagines #yuki ishikawa au #fanfic #alternate universe #volleyball #baseball #mlb fandom #smut

[knight-princess]

I don’t really know where this came from, it’s just a bit of writing just cos I felt like it. A little oneshot set as they cross the Shattered Sea. Header by @hgstuff

Kit was getting real fed up with this thrice blasted sea. She was sick of looking to the horizon and seeing nothing more than an endless seascape, monotonous and unbroken save by the odd, sad, sandy little island. She was sick of the endless travelling, she was sick of the food that grew ever staler and scarcer, sick of the grating rattle of the sleigh, but most of all she was sick of waiting.

She’d lost track of how long they’d been out here. How long Airk had been gone for. How long the Crone had had him.

They’d stopped for the night, and with no convenient little island in sight, they’d had to settle for making camp in ankle deep water again, and wet feet all evening. Cooking would be fun, setting everything just above the waters reach.

She was even fed up of the sloshing sound of the water.

She didn’t realise she was grinding her teeth until Jade made her jump by setting her hand on her shoulder. “Hey. You startled me,” she said, by way of greeting.

“Yeah, you looked like you were somewhere else, up here,” Jade tapped her temple. “You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired.”

“Mmhm. Well, are you gonna help set up? We’ve still got enough rations to make a good meal of it tonight. Tomorrow. . . well, that’ll have to take care of itself, but we should be able to have a good time of it tonight.”

“I . . . think I’d like to be alone tonight.”

Jade paused, an eyebrow flicked up in silent doubt. It was a Pause, and like all of Jade’s signature Pauses, full of meaning if you knew how to read her. This one was her I know when you’re lying, Kit pause. “Okay, spit it out. What’s wrong?”

Kit turned away, her feet carrying her splashing across the uneven sand beneath her feet and the hateful never ending awful water. “Nothing. Nothing, except, you know, my brother. Being held by them. For . . . God knows how long, at a place you can only reach by doing this ridiculous journey, with some terrible old hag who Willow talks about like she’s the worst thing in the whole goddamn world. What if they’re . . . What if . . .” She took a breath that shuddered and ran her hands through her hair, which was crusty with salt and too long since it had been properly cared for. “So. Aside from all that? Nothing. I’m just tired.” She kicked the water. “Go back to the others.”

The silence was almost worse. “Kit. I’m sorry. We’ll be there soon. We’re going as fast as we can.”

“I know.”

“You heard Elora today. We’re nearly there, and she’s been training, and we’ve been training.” She sounded almost as if she were babbling, a most un-Jade-like thing. When Kit flicked her gaze to her and their eyes met, she found Jade’s deep with worry. “We’ll get Airk back.” She licked her lips, hesitating, like she was wondering if her next words were altogether wise. “I promise.”

Kit felt a spark of old anger. An empty promise, that’s all it was. How could Jade promise such a thing? They had no idea what they’d find when they reached the Immemorial City. Kit had a retort ready to go, but it died in her throat. She bowed her head, her shoulders curling in. She felt cold as the anger deserted her. And what was the point in getting angry, really? It wouldn’t get her to Airk faster. It wouldn’t undo what had happened the night he’d been kidnapped. It wouldn’t change the fact her friend was just trying to make her feel better.

She felt Jade’s arms wrap around her and leant into her. “Yeah. We’ll fight the Gales and the Crone and get him back,” she whispered. “No problem.”

“You scared?”

“No.” A beat. “Yes.”

Jade held her tighter, a steady warmth, a comforting pressure. “I’m here,” she said. She rested her chin atop Kit’s head. “I’ll be with you. No matter what we face.”

“What if it’s too late?” Kit whispered. “What if Airk . . . the Crone . . .” She trailed off, afraid to speak her deepest fear.

Jade brushed a kiss to her forehead. “Then I’ll be with you for that too.”

#willow 2022 #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #tanthamore #willow fan fiction #I don’t know where this came from but it was fun #it’s been ages since I’ve done any proper creative writing

[readyplayerhobi]

Because, I Love You | 04

; Jungkook x Older!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, very brief angst

; Word Count: 3.5k

; Warnings: MIL issues, anxiety about meeting the parents, insinuated fatphobia/age insults

; Synopsis:  According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should  be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time  on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks  then.

; A/N: Sorry it took a while! I had a minor crisis of confidence...hopefully you all enjoy this chapter. Please leave me comments or an ask about what you enjoyed or didn’t enjoy in this, it really does help me to get the inspiration to carry on writing to know that you still like reading what I’m writing! ❤️

; Masterlist

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“Jungkook…Jungkookie,” You sing, letting the syllables of his name dance in your throat as you gently push at his shoulder. “Wake up Jungkookie, nap time’s over. Wake uuuup.”

Your boyfriend of six months is currently fast asleep on the couch, his large body curled up into a fetal position with his white-socked feet crossed over each other. It’s a Saturday, and you’d spent the morning doing some DIY in the yard by painting your fence. Jungkook had helped, and you were pretty happy that half your yard now had a newly painted fence, with the rest to be finished tomorrow.

That knocked him out, though, and he’d been napping now for the last hour. He needed to wake up though, as tonight you were going over to his house for the first time. This might not sound too scary, but it was when he still lived with his parents. So when he’d invited you to his place for dinner, it hadn’t been a casual invite but instead a request for you to meet his parents.

Because you were now at that stage in your relationship.

You were nervous - no, you were shit scared. What if they didn’t like you? What if they didn’t think anyone was good enough for their little boy? You knew that he was the youngest of two boys, which could either mean he was truly the baby of the family or that he was the one more likely to be ignored in favour of the golden older brother.

But given how much Jungkook adored his mom, you were pretty sure he was the baby.

Which was terrifying, because you’d read enough horror stories on r/JUSTNOMIL on Reddit to know that there was nothing worse than a mother who couldn’t let her son go. Sure, she might turn out to be a charming lady and you might end up loving her, but she might also go the opposite way and see you as a threat.

Jungkook didn’t think there was anything to worry about, but he wouldn’t. He loved his mom and she was the best thing since sliced bread to him. So you were just going to go along with him and see what happened.

You just needed to get him up.

“Come on, get up!” You say louder, shaking him harder and he finally groans loudly before his eyes flutter open. It’s hard to feel too much annoyance at him when he looks so adorable upon waking up, eyes puffy with swollen cheeks and the cutest pout.

“Okay, I’m awake.” He grunts, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Smiling at him, you cup his cheeks and press a close-mouthed kiss to his lips before rubbing your nose against his cutely. It makes him shyly smile, which had been your goal.

“Come on, time to get ready. This was your idea, after all, we could’ve stayed home and had sex after watching She-Hulk but someone wanted me to meet their parents.” There’s a moment of hesitation from Jungkook as he tongues his cheek, probably considering whether it was worth it to cancel on his parents before he shakes his head.

“It’ll be alright, you’ll get to try my mom’s food, I swear she’s the best cook,” At that, you raise your eyebrow in amusement and he pauses with widened eyes. “Apart from you, obviously.”

Snorting you pull him up with his hands before pushing at his shoulder and directing him to the stairs. You’re not going to be under any illusion that your cooking is great, it’s passable and he’s never complained about it but you’ll let his mom win this one. His attempt to pacify you was sweet though, and you appreciate the fact he immediately recognised a potential problem. Even if you weren’t bothered about it.

He starts climbing the stairs, his hands moving behind him as he protects his butt from any pinches you might do. You may have done that once or twice, or maybe more than that. He had a nice butt.

“You don’t need to get dressed up or anything, it’s just dinner.” Jungkook states as he heads into the bathroom to freshen up. You know he’s right, but you still feel the need to look a little nicer than normal. His parents probably wouldn’t be happy to see you turn up like some kind of a slob.

“I know, but I want to look nice at least. I can’t exactly go in this when it’s covered in paint. Especially when someone painted my ass, it looks like I shit myself.” You say pointedly, wiggling out of the old sweatpants you’d put on to do your painting. The seam on the inside leg is pretty worn out from your thigh, threatening to become holes so you’d sacrificed them for your DIY project.

“You walked into my paintbrush, I would never do anything so childish,” You snort at that, rolling your eyes as you grab a pair of clean jeans in dark denim. “Anyway, I can’t wait for you to meet Bam! He’s gonna love you.”

Smiling to yourself, you think of the adorable Dobermann that you’d seen plenty of pictures and videos of. Jungkook loved Bam to pieces, but you knew that he was also well loved by his parents as well. You may not be excited to meet his parents, but you were looking forward to meeting the cute dog that your boyfriend’s heart.

Bending over to get your foot into one leg of the jeans, you squeak in surprise when Jungkook squeezes your ass twice before letting go and cackling that lovely laugh of his. Looking back at him with narrowed eyes, you pull on the jeans and wriggle to make sure they’re perfectly positioned on your thighs before buttoning them closed. 

Looking over in the mirror, you pout your lips out and make a mental note to buy some new jeans as these are getting faded faster than you’d expected. It was an odd thing to have to buy them because the colour was going and not because your thighs had worn away with the inside but either way, it meant more money to waste on clothes.

Pulling out a striped black and white shirt, you pause and look over at Jungkook. He’s sat on the bed, already changed into some jeans and a shirt in that fast way guys could do, and is watching you dress with interest. When he sees you looking at him, he raises his brows with an innocent expression.

There’s a brief stand-off between you both before you sigh, taking off your dirty shirt and throwing it into the clothes hamper before turning to him with open arms, the new shirt dangling from your hand.

“Alright, get it out of your system.” That gets an immediate grin from him and he eagerly jumps up, moving over and reaching out to you. Both hands move to rest on your boobs and he squeezes happily, even though you’re wearing a bra so he can’t feel them properly. He’s easily pleased though, and after a few seconds, he sits back down, his desire sated.

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you quickly pull on the new shirt before moving into your bathroom. It takes only a few moments to freshen up and spritz yourself with some fruity spray before you add on some lip gloss. You’re not someone who cares much about make-up and you weren’t going to sacrifice that principle just for his parents.

If they didn’t like you, then make-up wasn’t going to change that.

“I don’t smell sweaty or anything, right? We don’t have time for me to shower.” You mutter, frowning in the mirror as you try to smell your armpit. Jungkook comes up behind you and buries his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply before letting it all out with a satisfied noise.

“Smell great to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you gently push his face away before grabbing a light cardigan and pulling it on. His flattery is sweet but you also know that he’s smelled you when you smell even worse, so he probably thinks this is completely fine. Either way, it settles your nerves a little and you turn to him, resting a hand on your hip as you give him a small smile.

“Alright then, let’s go meet the parents.”

-

It had taken exactly one look from Jungkook’s mom to know that your worries were justified and to know you were going to be in for an awkward evening. You’d been immediately welcomed by Bam as soon as Jungkook had opened the door, struggling to get your shoes off as you’d ended up giggling when the Dobermann kept snuffling around you excitedly, his whip-like tail slapping the wall in an almost painful frenzy.

It had only been when you’d heard Jungkook say hi to his mom that you’d frozen a little, your shoes carefully put away with Jungkook’s and your hand resting on Bam’s head. The dog had pushed into your side, big eyes looking up at you and you’d like to think he was concerned about your sudden pause.

Jungkook’s mom had been introduced to you and you’d given her a warm smile as you’d said hello, hoping to make a good impression. She’d taken one, long, scan up and down your body before her eyes had zeroed into your stomach and then to where Jungkook’s hand was resting on your hip. The slightest lifting of her nose and the flattening of her lips told you everything - she didn’t like you and she didn’t think you were worthy of her son.

The next hour as you’d waited for dinner to be done had been excruciating as you’d made pleasantries and listened as Jungkook tried earnestly to make things less awkward. He wasn’t stupid, and he’d picked up that something was wrong but you were pretty sure that he just thought you were feeling shy at meeting his parents. You doubted he’d noticed that his mom hadn’t spoken one word to you, instead directing any questions or comments to him.

His dad had been nicer, giving you a welcoming smile and a half-hug. So whilst Jungkook had been making conversation with his mom, you’d taken to conversing with his dad and finding out more about the man who’d helped to raise Jungkook. It amused you to see that Jungkook had his nose and his laugh, but his eyes had come from his mom to your chagrin.

He was a genuinely nice person though and he seemed to be interested in your life, asking questions about your job and what it was like to work in PR. You guessed that Jungkook had discussed you with him a few times, as he seemed to be pretty knowledgable about you. It was sweet to know he took an active interest in his son's life.

Despite that, the iciness from his mom left you feeling distinctly uncomfortable for the entire evening. You were far too polite to say anything and you didn’t want to rock the boat so early in your relationship, but you were pretty positive that it would take a lot to make his mom like you. The worst thing was that she was doing that annoying subtle insult thing that you truly hated with a passion.

She didn’t comment on your weight, but she plated up less food for you than anyone else on the table and gave a feigned expression of concern when you’d asked Jungkook if you could eat his potatoes. Something about them being her son's favourite food and that she’d made them just for him. He’d given her an odd look before smiling awkwardly and putting two of them on your plate, saying that it was okay.

Her sour look at his, admittedly oblivious, deflection had caused a small spark of victory in your stomach but you’d tried to push it away. You didn’t want to fight with his mom, and you didn’t want her to dislike you. Jungkook adored her, and you wanted her to like you for him.

Her other insults had come even more slyly, with pointed questions that indicated she wasn’t happy with you being older. His dad had asked about your college major, and you’d been happily talking with him about how you’d majored in history and minored in marketing when his mom had butted in and asked when you’d graduated.

You’d thought, stupidly, that she was actually interested in you finally and that maybe the knowledge you were college educated had been enough to sway her. Instead, when you’d responded, she’d pursed her lips before looking at Jungkook with an overly bright smile and pointed out that he would’ve only been sixteen and in high school when you’d graduated.

It had made you feel extremely uncomfortable, your stomach roiling with nerves and something you couldn’t even name as she’d said it. His dad had laughed awkwardly before pointing out that it was hardly like the two of you had known each other back then.

This time, though, Jungkook had seemed to sense the targeted insult to you and had pointed out that his brother had also graduated college whilst his girlfriend would have been in high school but she hadn’t seemed to have an issue there. You hadn’t known that his brother had a similar age gap relationship until then, but the way Jungkook pointed out that it was sexist for it to be okay for men to be with younger women but not for women to be with younger men had admiration and affection building in your chest for him.

You’d grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed thankfully, giving him a gentle smile that he’d happily returned. His mom had narrowed her eyes and stayed silent for the rest of the evening, refusing to talk to you or even acknowledge your existence. Thankfully, Jungkook had finally noticed the tension between you both and had taken you out to the backyard to throw a ball for Bam.

The Dobermann was just endlessly happy to catch the ball that was thrown for him, his ears flapping funnily with each bounding stride and you’d played with him for a solid half an hour without talking about what had just happened. It was easy to lose yourself in the innocent joy of Bam, and how his requirements for liking people were just that they were nice to him and played with him.

Finally, you held up your hands to indicate that you were done and smiled as Bam whined softly in acknowledgement. Jungkook had spent the whole time sitting on a swinging bench that had been built on the patio, gently rocking himself as you’d played with his dog. He smiled at you as you moved over to him and opened his arms, welcoming you into them as you curled up as close as you could to him on the awkwardly shaped bench.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other and the quiet sounds of the yard. His parents lived in an area occupied by a lot of older people, so there weren’t any screams or squeals from any kids to ruin the moment. The sky was slowly darkening, blossoming into reds and pinks and purples as the sun set and the breeze was cool enough to make you shiver even with your cardigan.

Jungkook immediately tightens his arms and begins to stroke along your back, trying to warm you up. It feels nice, just enjoying his company whilst his dog laid at your feet, chewing on a rope toy quietly. You could almost forget the insults his mother had quietly thrown your way.

“I’m sorry about my mom…she’s not normally mean like that. I’ll talk with her about it, but I’m sorry still.” He murmurs, and you feel sad that he’s having to apologise for his mom. You should be thankful that he’s at least understood that there was some antagonism going on, but you didn’t know what he could have done.

“I won’t say it's okay because it’s not. She’s clearly not happy about me being older than you, or my weight-”

“When did she say something about your weight? When was that?” Jungkook shifts beneath you, leaning back and giving you a look that’s a combination of distress, anger and embarrassment. It makes you sigh softly before you kiss his cheek, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“She didn’t say anything, it’s what she did. I think I got half the amount of food as everyone else…she may as well have just said that I’m clearly too fat and need to diet. Plus that whole thing about the potatoes.” You point out, watching as his brow furrows.

“That was just because I love those potatoes, but I didn’t mind sharing them with you.” There’s doubt in his voice, though, and you know he’s replaying the scene in his mind.

“I know you love them, which is why she didn’t give me a single one. But also because I’m obviously fat enough that I shouldn’t be eating anymore, she was annoyed that you encouraged me. And before you say anything, yes I am fat and it’s fine, I’m also self-aware. It’s why I haven’t said anything tonight even though I wanted to stand up for myself. She’s your mom, and you love her and I don’t want to be the reason a wedge is driven between you both.” Explaining yourself to him is easier than you’d expected, even if you have to press your fingers to his lips to push away the pout he gets when you call yourself fat.

You love that he doesn’t care about your weight and has more issue with you insulting yourself, but that’s not the takeaway you want him to have from this situation.

“So, we’re going to clash with each other. I have no doubt she wants me to leave you, or you to dump me, but I have no intention of leaving you. That leaves your choice, but for the moment, I’d rather not interact with her, if that’s okay. I don’t think I should be forced to make nice with someone who’s going to try and hurt me, even for you.” Raising a brow at him, you wait for him to think about everything you’ve just said before he sighs deeply and nods.

“I’m sorry, I wish…I’m sorry. I’m not gonna leave you either, so…yeah…you don’t have to meet up with her if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna force that on you. I wish you’d both get on, and I know it’s on her end, not yours, but I have to be realistic. She’s just gotta understand that I love you and I’m not some teenager who’s going to listen to her when she tells me I can’t be friends with someone.” It doesn’t surprise you that she’d been like that with him, but it makes you smile anyway.

What makes you smile even more is the slip of the tongue he hadn’t even noticed he’d made, and you cup his face gently. He gives you a confused look as to why he’s getting sudden affection, though he doesn’t push the issue when you kiss him.

“I love you, too.” Is all you say, and he pauses for a moment before his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

“Oh shit, this was a terrible time to tell you that! I’m sorry, shit. I’ve just made you sit and get insulted by my mom and then I just say that? That wasn’t romantic at all.” The distress in his voice is genuine, and you can’t help but laugh as you link your hands behind his neck. The fact his mom doesn’t like you isn’t even on your mind as you beam at him, your heart beating faster and happiness bubbling through your veins.

“No, this was a perfect time. I was a little sad and hurting about your mom, but now…now I’m happy and excited. You always know how to make me smile.” And you grin for him, watching as his eyes brighten and he grins back at you.

“Okay, how about we go back to yours? I’m not in the mood to stay home tonight and I don’t want to leave you alone. We make the rest of this evening fun and happy, yeah? No more rudeness. I’ll argue with my mom another day.” He states, nodding his head in faux seriousness that makes you snort with laughter.

“You wouldn’t argue with your mom, you’re too much of a momma’s boy.” You say, laughing harder as his lips immediately purse out into a pout and he whines that he’s not. There’s a brief argument between you both, though it’s more like playful bickering, as you try to convince him that he is but he eventually ends it by just kissing you.

You don’t bother arguing with him anymore.

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[belit0]

s/o has a sexual fantasy to give a dear boy a blowjob with bright red lipstick and leave those vulgar marks there

huhuuuuuuuuuu🛐🫱🏼‍🫲🏼(today is friday and I can stay up until 6 am writing!!!)

you know that any dirty fantasy, for me, involves izuna, so ……. with nothing more to say:

There's something inexplicable about seeing (Y/N) kneeling in front of him that will always drive him crazy, but even more so if it's in a tight party dress and full makeup on her features. His wife is beautiful, gorgeous, talented in everything she does, and the way she applies her foundation without any imperfections, how the contouring enhances her cheekbones, the blush sits on her cheeks, it's all wonderful.

Izuna could spend hours watching her curl her eyelashes, apply highlighter to the bridge of her nose, that lip gloss she loves so much. But his head exploded when his girlfriend confessed about wanting to devour his cock with vibrant red lips, one night of several cocktails and disinhibitions lost behind alcohol.

(Y/N) probably doesn't remember it, but there's no way a statement like that would ever disappear from the Uchiha's mind, and this very night when he saw her getting ready for the party they had to attend, he knew it was his perfect opportunity.

He watched every step of his wife's makeup routine, dressed in his suit and adorned with his most expensive jewelry, but when it came time for her to apply lipstick, Izuna took the audacity to stop her and tell her which one to wear.

Having never intervened in such a way, it is out of pure curiosity that (Y/N) doesn't question it, indulging him and applying the most expensive lipstick she has in her collection, crimson red and thick on her mouth. "Take it in your purse, just in case." Was all the Uchiha said to her before leaving, as if she wasn't going to do it anyway.

The party they had to come to is extremely superficial and pretentious, one of those celebrations that his brother's girlfriend loves to throw against his Aniki's wishes. Izuna learned to put up with them, deal with it, crowded spaces and too many people trying to flaunt wealth, seeking to engage him in awkward conversations just because he is Madara's brother.

Eventually, he found a way of genuinely enjoying himself with thoughts and fantasies, ideas he didn't get a chance to put to the test, until tonight.

The clock strikes twelve, the music plays loudly on the speakers and alcohol swirls from hand to hand, dark atmosphere providing the perfect escape. Izuna dances next to (Y/N), waists intertwined in an obscene style that has them hot from the start. Bodies collide on the dance floor, people giving it all up like there's no tomorrow, and no one notices when the Uchiha takes her to one of the rooms away from the commotion, hiding in the enormous privacy of Madara's house.

They enter the suite with mouths engaged in a fiery kiss, tongues darting back and forth and hands working desperately fast for a common goal. Izuna is sporting a prominent erection from the moment (Y/N) decided to treat him to some good steps, and it's the perfect time to put her lipstick to good use.

"On your knees." He whispers against her lips as he guides her to the floor, shoulders pushed down and a curious glance in his direction. "Time for you to fulfill your fantasy, love." Izuna undoes his belt, and unzipping his fly he pulls down his pants to reveal what he's wearing between his legs.

(Y/N) tries to pretend she doesn't understand, that she knows what she should do, but not what Izuna means by fantasy, of course, until she is fully exposed with her dirty mind in evidence. "Didn't you say you want to paint all over my dick with your lipstick? Go ahead, show me what you've got."

But the Uchiha already knows what she has, an arsenal of tongue movements that could make him come in 2 minutes, yet a good challenge is always what his woman needs to develop confidence and dominance in front of him, seeking to outdo and make him eat his words.

Inhibition disappears when Izuna leaves her in evidence, unable to take refuge, and instead of flinching, she grabs the base of his cock with one hand and squeezes his balls gently with the others, tongue starting from the bottom up "Ah… fuck (Y/N)."

She doesn't leave a single mark at first, and the Uchiha knows that's exactly what she wants. He strokes her hair, delicate as he looks down intently, addicted to how good she looks eating his dick. "Mark it all, eat it whole." It's not a question, and the demanding tone is what sets his girlfriend off on a furious rampage.

She swallows the entirety of his length in one motion, reaching the base with her lips and gagging the way Izuna likes it on his skin, holding the position for as long as she can until sliding back, hand accompanying, and masturbating the rest. The woman provides the necessary lubrication for a good blowjob with her saliva, slippery skin and easy access for her mouth.

She stares him straight in the eye, making sure her boyfriend sees every vibrant red mark painted on his skin before disappearing between her lips, ambitiously devoured by a tongue intent on disarming him beneath it. "You have no idea how pretty you look eating my cock, do you?" he asks agitated, and she could smile if it didn't involve losing the perfect stride she carries.

Izuna holds her hair in a ponytail, grip from the back, and a few strands raining down on the front of her face, soaked with saliva and smeared with lipstick. It's a wonderful scene, and he moves his hips in rhythm with her to let his pelvis find her mouth with each thrust.

(Y/N) releases control, gripping his sack and the base of his cock all at the same time, delicious pressure that makes him see a clear path to what he desires. The hand she leaves on his length acts as a barrier to keep her from drowning in him, but when the Uchiha notices her technique, he picks up a more brutal pace, forcing her to swallow him whole even as she tries not to.

Her hands fall surrendered on the Uchiha’s thighs, squeezing the skin half-covered by his pants and unable to look him in the eyes with the speed he's pushing, eyelids squeezed tightly and constant gagging at the end of her throat. Izuna is unforgiving, and the addiction he gets from seeing his cock covered in that wonderful red lipstick is an exhilarating sensation, impossible to satisfy and beautiful at the same time.

Spit runs down her cheeks and binds her to his cock as Izuna allows her to breathe, taking in puffs of air and spitting the excess liquid on the floor, staining her dress in the act. " Now look at you, all face fucked by me. Aren't you beautiful?" He slaps his cock against her cheeks making her reflexively close her eyes, savoring every second of having her at his feet as he desires.

"Are you going to make me come or what?" Defiantly, Izuna plants himself as if unprepared to let loose completely, struggling internally to stretch this moment out as long as possible, to enjoy this scene in its entirety. It's maddening, and although he wants to fill her mouth with cum, he also wants to see her work for it for at least another hour.

(Y/N) accepts her fate with no problem, and with eyes full of lust she closes one hand over his cock to cup the head with her mouth, unpainted lips sucking and tongue in charge of caressing the underside of it. She moves her head up and down quickly, fingers pressing on that vein Izuna adores and mouth concentrating on what she can cover, her other hand squeezing as hard as he likes on his sack.

It's overwhelming and marvelous, a scene the Uchiha sees in his dirtiest dreams, and nothing seems to matter as he stops holding back the excitement and jumps right into what (Y/N) craves, taking the prize in her mouth and not leaving a drop out.

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[eternally-smitten]

A Little Nervous

summary: Finally, Jimmy works up the nerve to ask Natalie out on a first date. Unfortunately, his nerves get the best of him during said date.

word count: ~ 1.5k

author's note: I've been feeling this need to write while on break from commissions but my mind has been blank with ideas. My friend gave me this idea for an awkward first date and I took it and ran

“Hey, are you free Friday?” Jimmy asked suddenly, slapping his palms against the front desk.

Natalie blinked a few times, “Whatever happened to ‘Good morning! How are you? It’s so good to see you!’, hmm?”

“Fine, fine,” He took a breath, “Hiya! Good morning, my most favoritest secretary in the whole wide universe! How are you? Yadda, yadda, are you free Friday?”

“That’s better.” She smirked up at him, “If you’re talking about tomorrow, then yes. I’m free after work. Why?”

His clumsy hands fiddled with his tie, “Well, uh, I was wondering if we should maybe have dinner tomorrow night? Just you and me?”

Natalie paused and tilted her head, “You mean like a date?”

“Is that what they call it?” Jimmy joked, laughing nervously, “But, yeah. Yeah, like a date. So…whaddya say?”

A very subtle, soft pink tint dusted her cheeks as she smiled at him, “I say that I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for a very, very long time, James.”

“Really?” He swallowed an anxious lump that was sitting in his throat, “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes.”

“Great!” He exclaimed a little too loudly. It turned some heads in the quiet law firm. Jimmy gave Natalie a sheepish smile after his voice echoed and then whispered, “I’ll pick you up then, yeah? How does 8:00 sound? That’s the time that all the movies pick.”

“Oh, and we must follow those cheesy rom coms to a T, right?” She giggled, “8:00 words just fine for me.”

He nodded, “Then I’ll see you at 8:00.”

“See you then, James.”

Jimmy smiled and spun around to exit the building. He realized a little too late that he actually didn’t have a plan for the next day, but figured that it wouldn’t be that difficult to come up with something. He also bet everything he had on hoping that the nerves in his system would fizzle out when dinner came. But, he chose to focus on what he wanted to wear instead of that for the time being. He was sure everything would smooth over as soon as they went out.

~

Friday evening finally rolled around. The entire day, Jimmy anxiously checked his watch every two minutes in hopes that it would suddenly fast forward six hours. When it was finally time to go, he didn’t hesitate to rush out to his old, beat up car to go grab her. He was convinced that he broke several traffic laws on the ride over to Natalie’s apartment building with how fast he was driving. This date was just that important to him. Once he arrived at her building, his car screeched to a halt and lurched forward. Jimmy cursed his car under his breath as he waited for Natalie, silently worrying that she would judge his hunk of rusted metal with wheels. Not long after he parked, Natalie walked out her building and excitedly waved at him. She ran up, her heels clicking against the parking lot, and hopped in on the passenger side.

“Are you ready?” She asked, “I am.”

“Definitely.” He replied, his nerves definitely not fading away like he hoped.

She studied his outfit, “You look nice tonight.”

“Oh, this old thing? Thanks. I wanted to leave a good impression but I can only do so much with my closet.”

“Well, I’m just glad you’re not dressing up like a Dr. Seuss character anymore.”

“What? I thought you liked that peach suit!” He feigned heartbreak, “I even picked that out special for you. Maybe I should’ve worn that instead.”

Natalie laughed and tapped his arm, “Excuse me, I don’t want people thinking I’m going out with a hotdog! I’m grateful for you putting together an actually nice outfit for me.”

He took his eyes off the road to look at her briefly, “You look nice yourself. You look like a fancy Hollywood starlet.”

She smoothed down her dainty light colored dress, “Why, thank you! I’ll be honest with you, I just about tore down my whole closet to find something suitable enough for a first date.”

“Well, it’s more than suitable!” Jimmy commented, “Having such a pretty girl in my car is making me nervous.”

“Oh, shush! Flatterer.” Natalie shushed him and nervously toyed with her dress.

“What? It’s true!” He pulled into the restaurant he picked out at the last minute and parked the car, “Now, I know this isn’t a red carpet but I hope this dinner will be fancy enough for you.”

“Anywhere with you would be perfect.” She stepped out of the car and cracked her knuckles. 

Jimmy hopped out of his side and rushed over to her, extending his arm out, “Now, allow me to escort you to our five star meal! Meaning I found the closest restaurant that didn’t have a rating of two stars or lower.”

Natalie locked her arm with his and laughed, “Wow, you did your homework for this! I’m impressed, James.”

“Should I be offended at that?”

“Well, you’ve been known to cut corners.”

“Not when it comes to charming the ladies!” Jimmy held the door open for her and followed her inside, “You make it sound like I’m too lazy for my own good!”

“I never said you were lazy.” She replied, letting him lead her to their table, “I merely mentioned the fact that you tend to find…creative solutions to the problems you face at work. If anything, that means you work harder than someone a little more honest.”

He took a seat in front of her and fixed his tie, “As long as you’re not calling me lazy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They then quietly studied the menus before a waiter came by to ask for drinks. Jimmy jumped on the chance to order red wine for the both of them, desperate to not seem cheap. Before their glasses arrived, they engaged in some light chit chat because that was all Jimmy could handle at the moment without stuttering like a madman. He mentally kicked himself for it, but Natalie found it endearing.

“Ah, thanks!” Jimmy squeaked when they were served their wine. 

“I never took you as a red wine drinker.” She took a slow sip of hers, “But, I’m pleased to know we have similar taste.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to pick something fancy.” He said, reaching for his. Only he miscalculated and knocked the glass over, getting wine all over the front of Natalie’s white dress. They both froze and went completely silent. Jimmy could only watch in horror as the wine dripped down her dress. Natalie winced a little at the uncomfortable feeling and pinched the front of her dress away from her so it didn’t cling.

“Oh, God,” He finally stuttered out, “I’m so sorry. Oh, God, fuck, let me just-shit!” Mortified, he tried to soak up the mess with the flimsy cloth napkin he found on the table. It was pointless, unfortunately, because her dress looked like she just slaughtered a cow no matter what he did. Jimmy continued to apologize over and over, his face burning with embarrassment. Of course, the one date he’s had in years that he’s been looking forward to and he messes it up instantly. There was no way she would agree to a second date.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Natalie started to laugh. He looked up at her, confused, and she grabbed his shoulder, “You didn’t tell me you were a fan of tie dye, either.”

“I’m sorry,” He sighed in defeat, “I wasn’t kidding when I said having a pretty girl so close to me made me nervous.”

She shrugged, “It’s okay. I can always get a new dress. I look a little silly, though.”

“Oh!” Jimmy stood up suddenly and threw his jacket off, “Maybe this can cover it up a bit.” He threw it around Natalie’s shoulders and retreated to his seat. 

She slipped her arms in the suit jacket and pulled it towards him, “Perfect. I was a little chilly anyway so this works out just fine.”

He chuckled sheepishly, “I’m uh, assuming you won’t wanna stay for dessert?”

“Of course I do!” 

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Why?” He asked without thinking, “I mean, of course I want you to! But I mean, look at what I did to you.”

“Listen, first dates are always a little awkward in some way.” Natalie grinned, “This just makes for a good story.”

“I guess so.” Jimmy thought for a moment, “Did you mean it when you said you have been waiting for me to ask you out for a long time?”

She nodded, “Yes. I would’ve asked you out first if it weren’t for my nerves.”

“I can relate to that.” He pursed his lips, “I’m guessing I ruined our chances for a second date?”

“Not at all. I was actually going to ask you about that.”

“Really?” He asked again, dumbfounded, “Even after I turned your dress into a crime scene?”

She rubbed a sleeve of his jacket between her thumb and fingers, “I was thinking of seeing a movie, maybe. Then inviting you back to my place for dinner. Less pressure that way.”

“I like that. I like it a lot.”

“Next week?”

“Sure.”

“Great.” She smiled at their very brief deal, “I’ll see you then.”

Jimmy smiled back, feeling a little better now, “Yeah, and in that time, I’ll buy you a new dress.”

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[kitsuvil]

Velvet Cigarettes - House Party

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masterlist | next chapter

"Is this too much?" Yunjin comes out wearing a beautiful purple dress. "I say you either go big or go home, you should wear it," Yoimiya comes out wearing her own fashion piece. "The time is ticking guys, figure out your outfits fast, we don't want to show up mid party, right?" Beidou calls out from the kitchen portion of the relatively large dorm that Lumine, Yoimiya, and I share. "You're right," Yoimiya agrees.

"I have my car parked outside, start coming out when you're ready!" Thoma waves, grabbing his car keys and heading out the door. The few of us walk outside, leaving the girls to finish their decisions and join us.

"I know I have an assignment due tomorrow but I'm so excited to get wasted for the first time in months," Thoma starts, "Whichever one of you guys is sober enough to drive us home, keep this car safe or I will-"

Lumine cuts him off as she climbs into the car, "Don't worry, we'll make sure someone stays sober to drive and keeps your car in good condition, you don't have to worry."

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and took in my surroundings, party music and people’s conversations filling my ears. I crouch down beside the person that’s also hanging around the corner of the place. The smell of smoke came from him... The source being the weed placed beside him.

“Want some?”

“No, I’m good... Wait,” His voice sounded eerily familiar but I couldn’t place it. “You know what, why the hell not,” maybe it’ll help me enjoy this night. “’Course. The name is Kazuha, by the way,”

That. That’s why it sounded familiar. “Kazuha as in... The vocalist of Velvet Cigarettes?” I whisper. “Oh, you know us? Yeah,” He looks up towards me and smiles at the recognition. Maybe I REALLY need to smoke something. There’s no way a sober brain can comprehend this. “Uh, yeah I’ve actually been a fan since I was in high school... Does- Does this mean we go to the same college, then?”

“A long time fan? Thanks for being there from the beginning, we do in fact go to the same college...” Kazuha ponders for a second.

“I must be stupid, I’ve never seen you or the rest of the band.” I pull out my phone, trying to find some sort of distraction so I don’t have a major freak out.

We continued making simple conversation, I recounted adventures I had while living on a farm while he explained a lot about the band. By the end of the night, I was completely knocked out, but I wasn’t the only one. Kokomi found Kazuha and I asleep, head leaning against head. She woke me up to go home, but not before having me leave a note that had my phone number on it.

There’s no way tonight happened.

first chapter is finally out lets go ! this was a pain in the ass to write ngl

(not proofread)

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[whoslaurapalmer]

there's like a space of time when you're recovering from like, months of depression and anxiety and Not Giving Yourself Enough Nutrients Or Water Which Makes That All Worse (which was my state of being from like. most of 2022-may of last year) where you like. you feel yourself in the space between All Of That and Not Being Like That. like. you feel your body readjusting but you aren't There yet. and you have to be like, kind to yourself like you're talking to a child or something, idk how to explain it. like, you have to make the effort to identify things and remember you have like, options. okay you're anxious, that means you should do something else. you can look at your phone if you're eating. you can talk to someone. you can work on your math book. you can do x or y or z. and sometimes if it's late at night you should just go to bed early. you aren't going to get anything done when you're anxious like this, bc you can't really do anything productive. you can just try again tomorrow. tomorrow is there!! and eventually you're in Not Being Like That (which is This Me!! from like, september of last year. yeah the last few years were a rollercoaster for a variety of reasons and i still am not sure about the passage of time.) and you don't have to do any of that. like. you're not in that fragile space anymore.

and you think when you're in a better place that you should consistently be able to be in that better place? that you don't have to like. talk to yourself in that certain way bc you shouldn't have to? and you almost forget how to do it bc you haven't had to do it. you think that you aren't capable of like. doing old habits bc you're anxious again bc, well this body is anxious and there's no way around it, you get better at dealing with it. but also being better at dealing with it means you DO still have to sometimes treat yourself like you're still in that space. and sometimes you need Those Strategies Again. no, lulu, you aren't going to do anything productive tonight if you're ticcing that much. you can just, like, go to bed early, and try again tomorrow. and like, i HATE not being able to do an activity that i want bc my brain won't chill. like, i want to sit in the living room and not go to bed early, i want to keep reading the maltese falcon and making my notes but i cannot keep it in my head right now. so i should go to bed.

and it's not like, a bad thing!!!!!!!! to sometimes still need that!!!!! no one is immune to recovery is not a straight line and sometimes you just gotta tuck yourself into bed and do it on time and get up on time and be a little more careful with yourself!!!!!

the POINT of this. is that i spent so long trying to word this for my own purposes that now it is in fact time to go to bed. almost. i have a two minute head start on my 10:45 girl get ready for bed alarm. i am going to Tuck Myself Into Bed and tomorrow. i will read the maltese falcon and make my notes. also bc i i played so much pokemon today that i have blasted through 3 gyms in pokemon sword in 5 days which is. really fast for me and i should do something different tomorrow and my notes are something i'd really like to work on (i'm not. writing a fic. but i'm not. not. writing. a fic. i know what my wips look like and i, too, am suffering.) but i am enjoying sword a great deal but the point is i have ace attorney to play too and other Things to do with my day and also the grinding for each gym does in fact get to me which is why i go long stretches without playing pokemon and why i take so long to do a game. sword is really fun though. outfits are cute as fuck. anyway. that was a tangent but. valid. (i had a six minute head start before i talked about pokemon. what can you do.)

[neptoons1998]

More than that

Summary: Okoye was recovering from giving birth. Attuma and Okoye are enjoying the new lives they created. Too bad a family member sees something else in the twins.

A/N: I'm on a roll tonight. It pays to write and outline your ideas who knew.

It was a successful birth both for Okoye and the twins. She couldn’t wrap her mind that her body made two perfect beings. Well, she did have help from Attuma. The big blueberry was over the moon when the pair realized they were about to have children. 

“My sun gave me stars,” Attuma said one night as they cuddled in the bed. It was during the time Okoye was still reeling from the fact she was carrying two children instead of one/ but the easy part was over, now Attuma and Okoye are officially parents. For the pair, they were ready for it. The pair were back to their lovely home, that sat by the river. They chose this location when Okoye realized how serious Attuma was about her. The new mother was mentally preparing herself. To be bombarded with guests during their social call and giving the new parents more gits. She’ll deal with that tomorrow. 

“This one is Yunuen,” Attuma said as he cradled one of the newborns while Okoye handle the other babe. Okoye shook her head, “No, that Yaxkin. His birthmark is on his left foot.”

Attuma has been trying to tell the twins apart since they got home two days ago. Who knew having identical twins would be so hard? Attuma thought as he pulled Yaxin’s socks off to see the birthmark. 

Attuma got from the couch as he placed Yaxkin in bassinet. “I will be back as fast as I can.”

The warrior was needed for a meeting in Talokan that he could not miss. Attuma placed a soft kiss on Okoye’s lips. 

Attuma took to being a father like a rhino to grass. He might have worked on which twin is which, but his heart was in the right place. It was so sweet that it could give Okoye a toothache. Before she could express her love for attuma there was a knock at their door. Who was it? It cant be their friends they respected the pair wish until tomorrow. Okoye got up to open the door.

“Uncle M’Kathu?” Okoye was shocked seeing her uncle. The last time she saw him was during her wedding. To Okoye,she felt the reason why he was there at the ceremony was because everyone who belong to the upper class was there. “I thought I would see tomorrow.”

The man let himself into Okoye’s house. “No, why should I wait. I’m family afterall.”

Family was a stretch, Okoye grimance. She could recall her childhood, when her uncle took her in when her parents died. He was much colder than he was now.  Okoye would say her family dynamic with her uncle was always working hard to get at least one euraguring comment from the man. 

Uncle M’Kathu viewed Okoye as a tool, something he could use to move up the social ladder. Okoye knew in her gut he wasn’t here just for a social call. But who was she to deny her only blood-related family to see his grand-nephews. The man sighed as he sat on the couch, while rubbing one of his knees,

Okoye placed Yunuen in M’Kathu’s arms. “My he’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, Uncle, “ Okoye said. The young mother anxious wanting to take her baby back. 

“So do they have powers,” M’Kathu questioned.  There it was, Okoye thought. She knew the man wasn’t truly here to see his grand-nephews. 

Okoye shook her head, “Not yet. It’s too early to tell.”

“Ah,” He said as he continued to cradle the babe. “I guess would not matter. If they are big like their father, they will do great.

“What do you mean?” Okoye asked. This whole conversation . Her uncle looked at her as if she was same tool he used from before. 

“I swear your womanly emotions are preventing you to see the potential here,” Uncle M’Kathu said. The uncle gave her a her simple smile like she was still just a dumb little girl, “To join. To be a warriors.”

This was different when Aneka, Ayo or Attuma said it. It was mostly jest, but with M’Kathu she knew the man was dead serious. 

“Or they could be a paintr or a teacher,” Okoye supplied. Quickly taking her baby out of her uncle M’Kathu’s arms. He shook his head, “Okoye be serious.”

“I am not raising soldiers. I am raising kids, good kids; and when they grow up it will be up to them to decide what they do with the powers they were given,” Okoye said looking at her uncle. If she had her own way with her children they would never join. “Now kindly leave my home.”

M’Kathu could only smirk. Her stubbornness remind him of his brother. Always had see it his way, he thought.  The man got up from the couch walked to the door, “Okoye.”

Okoye’s eyes locked on his, “It’s going to be a lot worse for your family before it gets better.”

Okoye figured as much, her and Attuma, much less Shuri knows if the twins would have some mutin powers. Like Attuma told her one night while the twins were still in her stomach. They’ll figure it out as a family, that’s all Okoye need to hear. 

“Then we’ll be ready,” Okoye said as she heard the soft click of the front door.

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