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blakeshaw-oracle · 2 years ago

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Al/Finney/Robin/Max foursome where the adults are nervous of hurting their boys at first but in the end they all fuck harder than they ever have in their lives

So, we're just gonna pretend this hasn't been sitting in my inbox for months, right? Right.

Please accept my longer-than-normal drabble as an apology 🙏 (After-writing note: Yeah, I basically wrote an entire oneshot for this... Merry Chrysler!)

Anyway, another NSFT/W one besties! This one ft. our best boys, Max and Robin in the mix!!

The main couples are Al/Finney & Max/Robin but there is a Finney/Robin kiss and Shawcest is there if you use your imagination and context clues 👌✨

Word Count: 3,115

Minors stay back!! Don't make me grab the newspaper 🗞️👿

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They've talked about it before. Not at length, but living in the same house, so close to one another, it's hard not to notice... things...

Al and Max's rooms are right across the hall from each other. The house isn't the most amazing structure in the world, so the walls are pretty thin. It's hard not to notice. Not to hear.

Hell, Max can't even remember the last time that he couldn't hear his brother fucking Finney within an inch of his life from all the way in the living room. The man's headboard is so fucking loud as it bangs against the wall, and Finney isn't exactly the quietest moaner.

It was a little awkward at first, but since then he's been able to either tune it out or... Well...

He's a grown man, okay? He can't help how his body reacts to hearing them go at it like animals nearly every night. Besides, it's not like he isn't already going to hell. He himself is dating Finney's best friend Robin, and they fuck almost just as often. So what if he jacks off to the sounds of his brother and his brother’s boyfriend having sex sometimes?

God, he's fucked up.

Oh well.

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One morning, while both Finney and Robin are still asleep, Max makes his way into the kitchen and is greeted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee. Al is already sitting at the little dining table that barely fits all four of them with the morning paper, humming to himself. Max leisurely makes himself a cup and sits down across from his brother.

Al's hair is all disheveled and slightly tangled in some places. Not having anything better to do, Max just stares at it. At him. When did Al get so grey?

His brother must have noticed, because he asks, "What is it, Max?"

Shit. "Uh-- Nothing, Al. Sorry man."

Al, of course, doesn't buy this. It takes some coaxing, but Max eventually blurts out that his hair is just really messed up today. Luckily for him, Al only laughs, running his fingers through a few tangled strands.

"Ah, yeah. Finney sure does love to yank on it." He says it so casually, like he was just making a comment about the weather or something. Max knows that he and his brother are closer than most, but they rarely talk about their respective sex lives. It's a little strange. But hey, who is Max to really judge?

Soon enough, they both settle into a comfortable back-and-forth. What Al has planned for the week at the hardware store, which R-rated movies Max wants to take Robin to go see, and more of their usual banter. Then, not too long after, Al diverts the conversation.

"Hey, Max. Are you doing anything with Robin tonight? I wanted to ask 'ya something." The other man thinks for a minute and quickly lets his brother know that they were probably just gonna stay in. Nothing special, really.

"Perfect. Finney and I have been talking recently, and we wanted to know if you'd like to join us tonight? If you and Robin are both fine with it, that is."

"Uhh... What? Joi-Join you? Join what?"

Max knows what. He just doesn't want to agree or disagree without knowing if Al is just fucking with him. It's always hard to read his brother.

"Max. You know what," Al begins with a certain knowing lilt to his voice. The man sets down The Denver Post before taking a sip of his coffee, "Look, we know that you like to listen in sometimes. It's alright, we don't mind. I just thought maybe you and Robin would like to actually join us for once. I already talked it over with Finney, and he said he's fine with it."

Max is certain that he's completely dislodged his jaw at the rate that it flies open. "Uh... Al--"

Not paying him any more attention, Al gets up from where he's seated and begins to walk back to his room, coffee in hand. "Why don't you talk to Robin about it and let me know when I get back from work, yeah? I'll tell Finn you're thinking it over." Before Max can even respond, he's gone.

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That’s how Max ends up sat at the foot of his brother’s bed, wearing nothing but his color block patterned boxers. Robin is next to him, pawing at his cock and licking deviously at his neck. A smirk is no doubt painted on his lips.

Al and Finney sit at the head of the bed. It’s hard to see exactly what they’re doing, but Max can fill in the blanks fairly easily. The boy is already in his brother’s lap, both of their lower halves are naked. A perfect parallel to Robin and himself. Finney is rocking his hips and letting out the sluttiest little whines and whimpers Max thinks he’s ever heard.

He swiftly turns his attention to his own little boyfriend when Robin begins to all but yank his boxers down. Right, he needs to focus. Robin gets a little aggressive eager when Max doesn’t give him enough attention.

Max shifts around to allow the boy to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, leaning down to give Robin a kiss for his effort. Once his boxers are fully off, Robin is quick to deepen the kiss, hungrily licking at Max's lips in a silent demand.

Max complies, of course, and opens his mouth for him. The man gently urges Robin to wrap his arms around his neck and then pulls the boy into his lap as well. Robin begins grinding his ass against Max's now bare cock almost immediately, his own boxers still in the way.

It doesn't take long for this to annoy the older of the two; Max slows Robin's grinding and drags the boy's underwear off as well. They part with matching gasps, their cheeks both flushed with exertion.

Max then spares another glance over at Al and Finney. Now, the boy is still in front of his brother, head bowed and panting loudly. Al's arm is moving so fast that Max is actually impressed that Finney hasn't cum yet, being as sensitive as he is.

Max looks back to Robin and brings his arms around the boy's hips that are notably much smaller than his own, hands resting right on the globes of his ass. He makes sure to give a good squeeze that he knows Robin likes and is rewarded with a sweet-sounding moan in his ear. God, Max loves it when Robin makes little noises like that for him.

Eventually, as they both admittedly get lost in each other, Max has worked Robin up to fitting 3 of his fingers in the boy’s hole. The man had made sure to use a little extra lube to allow a more comfortable glide. His small boyfriend is practically clinging to him, nose buried into the crook of Max's neck as he attempts to stifle his own moans.

The man teases him a bit by just barely grazing his middle finger over that little bundle of nerves inside that sends a full body shiver rushing over the boy. Max chuckles at the downright adorable mewl that Robin lets out; he's not supposed to sound so cute when they're doing shit like this.

Max has been occasionally checking in on Al and Finney the whole time. Over the past couple minutes, they've been slowly inching closer and closer without the boys noticing. Now, they're both comfortably fingering their respective lovers in the middle of Al's bed. Getting to hear both Robin and Finney like this surely is a gift, Max thinks to himself. It's even better now that he gets to see them both, too.

He and Al share a glance, confirming that they're ready. Max slows his fingers until he's reached a snail's pace, getting a disgruntled groan from Robin in return. He only shushes the boy as he pulls his fingers all the way out. Next, he pulls Robin out from where he's hiding against his chest and lays the boy down in front of him.

As Max glances over to his brother again, both he and Finney are now completely naked and in a similar position. Finney is laying down against the sheets, and Al is hovering over his small body, leaning down for a rather passionate kiss. Max follows Al's lead and does the same with Robin, pressing the boy down into the mattress with one hand, the other coming up to tangle in his long hair as he dives in for yet another kiss.

The brothers practically move in sync as they slowly creep in between their boyfriends' legs, making room for themselves. Max draws back from the kiss and immediately latches onto Robin's thin neck, sucking harsh bruises into his tan skin. It’s only fair. At the same time, he lines himself up and slowly inches his way into Robin's tight heat.

He's sure to be gentle and take his time. He knows Robin can take it, he's done so many times before, Max just doesn't want to rush this. Not yet. They haven't even gotten to the good part.

Deep in the heat of the moment, his previous feelings of anxiousness about the whole ordeal have all but evaporated. His entire focus is now on Robin and making him feel good. In the back of his mind, he knows that Al is only doing the same for Finney. Being together in the same room, on the same bed, just adds to that.

After all, they never could keep their boys apart for very long. If they took the time to think about it, something like this happening was inevitable.

With a low groan, Max pulls away from Robin’s neck. He takes a moment to admire the dark splotches now decorating the side of his boyfriend’s throat. It sends a thrum of satisfaction flowing through his entire body, knowing that anyone who sees them will know that Robin belongs to him. He’s Max’s pretty boy.

Once again taking note of his brother’s movements in front of him, Max lifts Robin slightly between thrusts to scoot even further towards the center of the bed. He can hear the gravely sounds Al is letting out a lot clearer now. Finney really does like pulling on his hair, huh?

Without much warning, Al is suddenly flipping Finney over. The boy is startled for only a moment before he quickly steadies himself, clambering onto his hands and knees. The older man above him wastes no time in leaning over and pressing him into the bed, forcing his back to arch lewdly. Finney seems to be enjoying it anyway, what with the pathetic warbly mewls he’s easily letting out now. Max’s brother is no doubt aiming for his prostate on every thrust. That’s just the kind of lover he was.

Following Al’s lead as always, Max carefully flips Robin onto his hands and knees as well. He immediately grabs at the boy’s hips, canting them upwards, and picking back up on his thrusting. He decides not to give Robin much time to catch his breath, knowing the boy likes it that way.

“Hah— Shit,” Max lets out. If he’s not careful, he’ll cum a lot sooner than he was hoping.

With the way Robin’s hole is constantly contracting and squeezing his dick, it’s hard to keep his composure. He needs to calm down though, lest their plan be spoiled for the night. Max slows his hips for only a few moments before picking up the pace once more. He does this for a while in an attempt to hold on a bit longer.

Max isn’t exactly expecting what comes out of his brother’s mouth next.

“Look at them, Max. Our good boys,” Al says in between occasional panting. He lifts one of his hands that was previously gripping Finney’s neck and gestures to the two teenagers between them.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” He’s clearly aiming at something here.

Max nods before looking up at his brother’s face for the first time tonight. Up until now, he’s just been giving quick glances, never letting himself take in the full view of his brother like this.

Al’s face is ruddy from exertion, and his long, sandy hair is clumped into strands where it sticks to his skin. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat, and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. Glancing down at the state of Finney, Max thinks to himself that maybe his brother has.

“Yeah, Al. They’re so fuckin’ cute, huh?” Is the answer he gives. He takes a few deep breaths as he continues his assault on Robin’s insides. He looks back down to see the boy shoving his face into the mattress and gripping hard at the sheets. So beautiful.

“They’d be even cuter together.” Al pointedly comments, nodding over to his brother. “What do you think, Max?”

It admittedly takes Max a second to pick up what Al is putting down. When it all clicks inside his brain, however, Max gives Al a smile and leans back over Robin.

“Hey, baby. Your pal Finney’s lookin’ real lonely over there, don’t ya think?” Max stage whispers into Robin’s ear, moving his long hair out of the way. He waits for Robin to look up and over at his best friend with hazy eyes.

“Why don’t you two hold hands, hm? Then you won’t have to be so lonely anymore.” Al adds, running his hands down Finney’s back, raking his nails across the boy’s milky skin as he does.

They both only get two sluggish nods. It’s all the confirmation that they need, though.

Within seconds, the boys are only inches apart, placed face-to-face by their respective Shaw brother. Taking their cue, they both shakily grab for each other’s hands, locking their fingers together.

Max can see that Finney’s eyes are filled with tears from overstimulation, but even so, he gives his friend a watery smile. He can only imagine Robin is looking much the same.

The man looks back up at his brother and gives a firm nod before continuing.

Just then, both men double down on their efforts. They begin thrusting into their boyfriends with a relentless pace. It shakes the whole bed; Max’s brain barely registers the sound of Al’s headboard slamming into the wall behind him. Good thing their neighbors are away for the week.

Robin and Finney are forced impossibly closer by the harsh thrusts, their heads bobbing back and forth without their permission. Little do they know, that’s exactly what the men want to happen.

By the sounds they’re all letting out, Max can tell none of them are going to last much longer.

Just then, on a particularly harsh thrust from Al, Finney jolts forward and ends up bumping his face into Robin’s. The poor boys are so fucked out that neither of them can move their heads to avoid the collision.

It doesn’t seem to hurt them, since the next time Max looks down at the pair, their lips are locked in a sloppy kiss. Absolutely adorable, just as Al said it would be.

“Fuck— Good boys. You’re both so good.” His mouth moves faster than his brain as he says it. Luckily, it’s well received. The boys begin moaning loudly into each other’s mouths upon hearing him.

God damn it, he’s not gonna last.

Shit, shit—

With a final few thrusts and a deep grunt, Max lets go and cums deep inside Robin. He’s been holding back for most of the day. Ever since he’d talked with the boy after Al went to work and they’d agreed to join the two for the night. It feels like hours before his orgasm calms; it just felt that good.

The movement this causes jostles the boys enough to force their lips to part with a wet smack. Their gasps of surprise echo in the bedroom along with the sound of skin smacking against skin. Max is mostly focused on his boyfriend at the moment, however.

Poor Robin. Even with all the rough treatment, he still hasn’t cum. Not to worry; Max is nothing if not an attentive partner. He gives a few more angled thrusts, aiming for that special bundle of nerves his boyfriend loves so much. Max is sure to also reach a hand around Robin’s tiny waist to grip his little weeping cock and give it a few purposeful strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Within seconds, Robin is obeying his silent command and cumming all over the sheets below him. The boy squeezes his friend’s hands harshly as he does. Neither seem to mind or even notice.

“That’s it, babe. Good boy.” Max compliments earnestly. After all, he deserved it.

Coupled with the steady rubbing of the man’s large hands against his bare back, Robin comes down from his high easily. Times like these are when Max’s presence and calming nature are appreciated the most by his boyfriend.

Checking in on Al and Finney, Max notes that they’re both in much the same position. Finney is practically crumpled under himself with Al above him petting his hair and whispering into his ear.

Both of their little lovers are clearly down for the count. They’ve both since let go of each other’s hands and slumped down onto the bed.

“Hey, Al.” Max calls to his brother softly.

When he gets his attention, Max tilts his head to the side to signal that it’s time.

Al seems to agree and begins to gather Finney into his arms without saying a word. Max does the same, carefully getting his arms under Robin’s back and knees before lifting him slightly off of the bed.

Both men position their boys to lay next to each other in the center of the bed, heads on the two pillows at their disposal. They then slowly settle behind their respective boys, cuddling them from behind. It’s a little snug, but they’ve all been in smaller spaces before.

Looking over Robin’s shoulder, Max sees that Finney is knocked out, and Robin is no doubt asleep too. So adorable.

After getting a bit more comfortable, Max chuckles sleepily to no one and turns his gaze to Albert.

“We’re all gonna need showers after this.”

He doesn’t hear his brother’s response before he swiftly drifts off to sleep himself.

- εϊз

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lunaticus-platina · 2 years ago

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It is merry chrysler. I mean crisis. I mean Santa day. The day that makes ya stressed because capitalistic marketing says you gotta buy stuff to give and people start doing charities that they forgot to do for the whole year. Also it makes ya sentimental. Why not write something about Christmas then hahaha.

Travis Hackett x oc where they share Christmas headache and some melancholy that follows it.

Christmas with BK is a chaos. To put it mildy.

Travis being a man he is, he chooses to try and be somewhat present at his own Family's dreadful Christmas. Not that he had that much chance to stray far from North Kill in the first place, but no excuse is enough to bail out of family holidays. Even when there is no longer his mother there to enforce it.

About two weeks prior, however, BK mentions the family dinner he had to attend on 18th, and says his family rarely celebrates any holidays together, so they all decided to have the annual family gathering a little closer to Christmas this time.

Brief shock on Travis' face from the invitation must've been poorly masked, because BK's rare, sheepish side is suddenly searching for words to explain that usually they all bring friends or co-workers to make the party merrier.

"Forget I said anything." He says, now feeling stupid to bring it up at all. "Things are gonna get hectic anyway, always do. No need to-"

But here's the thing. Travis has never been invited to Christmas parties before. His Family's doesn't count, and him having been a hardass cop most of his life didn't help either. Seeing the former hunter this nervous is refreshing too, so he says, "No, no. I'll....think about it."

That was his first mistake.

There's smoke pouring out of the kitchen. For some godforsaken reason the smoke detector is not going haywire, and a man in the corner tossing darts won't stop looking at him intently whenever their eyes meet.

BK's youngest brother has 3 kids, expecting one more. "Where's our preeeesentssssss" "Uncle Renny, who's that?" "Yeah! Is he your boyfriend???" All three erupt into giggle feat. The room's too warm for Travis and BK's busy explaining that T is his friend.

The kids ooh and next thing he knows, they are all running around screaming, 'We have a new uncle'. The smoke is still coming out of kitchen, only this time there is added exclamation from BK. "How the fuck did you burn water???" Some people at the table are discussing about different versions of death gamble around the world, a guy catching a falling kid from the Christmas tree, a red haired woman sneaking a jar of candy canes out of the room and accidentally dropping it, etc.

Headache only grows. Until it stops.

Once a woman with salt n pepper hair and steely eyes enters the room, everyone falls silent. Only when the kids zoom towards her shouting, "Nana!" does he understand that this is BK's mother. He marvels at the way she takes control of the situation, assigning everyone to their roles and places like a commanding officer. Despite his concern, the handshake and knowing look from her are approving enough. And that is all of their exchange. Although the kids keep asking her if 'uncle trav is joining them', which makes his ears burn.

BK's in the kitchen stirring pans here and there, seasoning and cutting like he's worked there all his life. Travis helps where he can. Dinner's twice more pleasant with everyone seated and not causing a ruckus. When T heads out the door, it's with full stomach, full hands, and full heart, though his head is light with alcohol and contentment. He'll later grimace at the ugly Christmas sweater in the unwrapped box, but the card still makes him smile.

Christmas arrives. It could be worse, to put it simply.

Kaylee decided to spend her first curse-free Christmas at the party with her friends. College life is doing good for the kid, Travis thinks. He doesn't know if the relief he feels from his mother's absence makes him a piece of shit. Then again, he's always been a failure to her. Jed doesn't comment on BK being there. In fact, he doesn't acknowledge his presence at all. Small mercy, he guesses. Last thing Travis wants is violence on a goddamn Christmas.

Bobby helped with the decorations around the house, laughing like a child on, well, on Christmas morning. Chris and Caleb set the table, Travis is cooking, until they all hear shouting from another room.

Jed standing with heaving chest. BK wiping his busted lip. There's blood on the old man's knuckles. "You ain't get to walk around this house like you own it boy! I'll make sure you go to hell for what ya did!"

BK looks slightly inconvenienced, licking at his newly acquired wound. "First of all, I was invited. Second. She got herself killed by not listening to me. Ain't my fault she dug her grave and jumped right in."

"You sonova-" Chris drags his father out of the room before the second blow connects. Caleb gives him a long look and quietly leaves. Travis grits his teeth. But the anger that bubbles to surface pops and simmers down when BK quietly mutters his apology. It's not like they all didn't do unforgivable things in the name of survival.

She couldn't be saved. He still doubts if his family even deserved to be saved, but that thought is for another drunken night.

Dinner's short and tense. Jed leaves first. When Caleb gets up to leave, BK hands him a small box wrapped in green ribbon. When Travis sees Caleb smile, he lets go of a piece of burden that suffocated him for the whole evening.

BK and the Hackett brothers head to a bar. To enjoy the holiday for once, it's a nice change. There's laughter. Chris wistfully mentions how his little girl is all grown up and away from the nest. Wishes his wife was there to celebrate with. Travis remembers the night his brother wailed like never before, repeating over and over again 'How am I supposed to do this without you?' That's why he needed to be here. With family. They needed him. Even before the curse. Even before he got his job. He looks at the glass and ponders. Some more talk happens. Chris and Bobby head home.

Two remaining men head to T's place, the half empty whiskey bottle stands between the two. It's late. It's snowing. TV volume is at the lowest, some cheesy Christmas Rom-com playing.

Travis' pondering(sulking) is interrupted when a small grey box enters his view. BK answers his confusion with 'merry Christmas'.

"But you already gave me a present."

"That was obviously a joke. Your reaction was worth it though. Why didn't you wear it by the way? Don't like sweaters?"

Travis deadpans. "In that case, I have something to give you as well." He says instead.

BK is smug, clearly already imagining Travis in that monstrosity. "Aw, you didn't have to." He gratefully takes the present.

In the carefully wrapped brown box is a...an earbud?

No. It's a hearing aid.

BK stares at it for a moment. Travis rambles on nervously. "You said the one you have is broken. Kaylee helped me look up things but there wasn't much to choose, some were too big, some were just plain garbages, then I thought maybe it could be something you need. Kaylee said it could work like those airpods she has, and you are always listening to that radio, so I thought-"

"Wait, wait." BK shakes out of whatever thought he was in. "Are you saying this has bluetooth?"

"Yes."

There's that stare again. This time aimed straight at Travis. It's making his palms sweat.

"Travis. How much did you spend on this."

"Not too much."

BK looks at the box again. "Fucking Christ." He looks at Travis. "It's rechargeable. Got the case and all. Pretty sure I know this brand. How much did you spend on this Travis." He sounds incredulous.

"Look it doesn't matter okay? It's for your ear, what use is it if it's crap?"

"It's not like I'm completely deaf. Didn't have to bother getting a good one when I can survive without it. But..." BK purses his lips, lowering his gaze. There's gentle sadness in his eyes. A strange sight. When he speaks again, it's barely above a whisper. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you. Not often I get any gifts, let alone something this thoughtful."

All Travis can do is mumbling 'you're welcome' and start unwrapping his gift. It's a tiny, long and silvery whistle. On the sides there are intricate patterns adorning them. It's attached to a chain, and the whistle itself is beautiful enough to make it look like a jewelry. He arches a brow.

"Go on. Blow it." BK says. And Travis does just that, but the whistle is silent.

Travis isn't sure if this is another joke. "You gave me a...dog whistle?"

BK bursts into laughter. "Not exactly. It's a magic whistle."

"Magic." Travis repeats, unimpressed.

"Yes. And as you've seen before, it's very real. You see, that whistle's enchanted, so when you blow no one can hear it...... But I can."

BK smirks. "I'll tell you how it works later. But for now, all you need to know is I can hear that sound even from the other side of the earth. You blow it, I come and help you out when yer in a pickle. Consider it a thank you for saving my life."

Travis smooths his thumb over the patterns, thinking of the night when it all ended. "You helped me first."

"It's my job." BK shrugs. He knows what the man is thinking. At least the main bits. His ma, his life, his family, etc. Maybe the earlier shit with his dad.

"I saw you wincing."

There it is. BK only looks.

"Earlier. When we were drinking."

"It's just a small tear. It'll heal."

"I'm sorry that he did that."

"Not your fault."

Two are silent.

This time it's BK that mutters out. "I'm sorry about your mother."

Travis grunts.

They empty the whole bottle. BK tries to sneak out but Travis is not having it. He also wouldn't have let BK take the couch if he wasn't already collapsed on it like a log. So instead he heads to bed. When he turns he hears BK say 'Merry Christmas Travis', muffled against the couch. 'Merry Christmas Brennen', he replies, and there's warmth to it.

Travis crumbles on the inviting bed. It's warm, the whiskey boils in him. His chest is warm too, not hollow and chilled like many other nights. All in all, this Christmas wasn't too bad, he thinks, looking at the glittering whistle on the nightstand.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #officer hackett #travis hackett x oc #original character #my writing #oc bk #oc code: lumber #christmas fic I guess #everyone: oooooh christmas!!!!#Travis: Fuck.#big mood big guy big mood #travis hackett and how to survive family holidays #how do two depressed dudes spend Christmas? drinking and gift exchanging ofc #discussing feelings? what feelings. gifts given. enough said.#no more lonely stressed out christmas travis #only somewhat tolerable and I-can-live-with-this type of christmas travis

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barelycontainedrage · 2 years ago

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oh yeah merry christmas i got a gaming laptop im on it right now

i can play sims with mods and cc now its pretty fun but none of my packs transferred

anyways

merry chrysler

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years ago

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Brother Knows Best (Rooster x Sister Reader)

"Hey! I absolutely loved your latest fic! Is there anyway I could request a reader who is Roosters adopted teenage sister she’s like 16 or 17 and he has custody over her.

Maybe she gets involved with a older guy who is around 19 or 20 and Rooster has a huge problem with it and starts a fight because he is so over protective and can see that he is bad news, and the reader sneaks out that night and runs away to the guy but ends up getting hurt and Rooster and maybe Maverick find her and she apologizes and it’s just a cute sibling moment.

I would love if you could write this but I also completely understand if you can’t!! Thanks in advance!!!"

FIRST OF ALL, YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS!

SECOND OFF ALL, I LIKED THE IDEA TOO MUCH TO NOT WRITE IT TONIGHT SO MERRY CRISIS/CHRYSLER/CHRISM TO YOU DEAR ANON! *MWAH!* I KNOW IT'S KIND OF SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

TW: Assault, swearing, and being drunk

*****

You were tuning out your older brother. He was in the middle of scolding you for something you didn’t care about. He was too uptight, being a military man. You on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You weren’t even related to Bradley by blood, which explained so much about the differences between you two.

Carole Bradshaw adopted you when you were six, and she died when you were ten. You loved her to death, but it made you upset to think about her when you ended up with him. Bradley was such a friggin’ control freak and it drove you up the wall. You looked over to find Bradley staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Sooooooo are we done?” you asked him, the boredom dripping from your tone. Bradley made a face that was something between frustration and just giving up.

“You’re not seeing Jared again. He is seven years older than you! You are seven-fucking-teen!” he ordered.

“You joined the fucking Navy when you were eighteen, I’m basically an adult, Bradley!” you shouted back. He looked around and threw his hands up in the air.

“I got a JOB, when I was eighteen, I didn’t date a MINOR!” he countered.

You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs, Bradley shouting after you. FUCK he was so annoying. You slammed your door for good measure, and turned to read the text message that had caused your phone to ding.

“Hey baby, we still on for tonight?”

You texted Jared back with zero hesitation, wanting nothing more than to piss your brother off again.

“Hell yeah. Do you have my fake ID for me?”

‘“Course babe. Can’t fuck shit up without one.”

You turned your phone off and grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Excellent.

*****

Bradley sat on the couch, flipping through the TV blankly. Maybe he was too hard on you. He knew you had been given the crappy cards, crappier than his. But he just wanted you to be safe, that’s all he needed to know. He sighed and turned the TV off, it was nearing eleven thirty at night and Bradley wanted to try and have a civil conversation with you so he could sleep alright tonight.

He trudged up the stairs and knocked on your door lightly. You didn’t answer. He looked at the bottom of your door. Lights are on. He turned the knob and the door creaked open quietly. The pilot stuck his head into your room to peer around. SHIT. He pushed the door open all the way and looked chaotically around your empty room. He opened your closet to make sure you weren’t hiding from him, and he looked around maybe six times until he realized he was just spinning in circles.

Ripping his phone out of his pocket, he called the only person who knew you better than Bradley did.

“Maverick, my sister snuck out, and I think she ran off with that dickhead boyfriend,” he explained quickly.

“Any idea where they might have gone?” he asked, putting his shoes on in the background.

“None, maybe a bar? She wouldn’t go to the Hard Deck, Penny knows her. God, Mav, I have no idea,” he said, his words rushed and nervous. Maverick was quiet on the line for a second, and Bradley waited for the older man to answer him.

“Let me make some calls.”

*****

You were on the beach, sitting in the bed of your boyfriends truck. There was a bonfire going while Jared and his friends drank all the liquor your group of “friends” had collected. You were drunk, but not as drunk as Jared.

Jared was going on a very loud tirade about how all military men were a bunch of cowards and bitches. It was starting to make you uncomfortable. You often got pissed off by your brother, but he was a hero for all the shit he’s done and gone through. Don’t even get started on Maverick. You would defend your uncle until the day you died. You were starting to want to leave.

You saw it before you heard it, what with traveling faster than the speed of sound. An F/A-18 flew in a low pass past the beach, and you smiled a little. Late night training. Jared, on the other hand, threw a bottle into the air, with the hope he could hit the aircraft that only a drunk man could have.

“FUCK! OFF!” he slurred, shouting. Alright, enough was enough. You got out of the bed of his truck, hopping down to talk to Jared.

“Jared, I’m ready to go now,” you stated. He gave you a sneer.

“I’m not going anywhere yet,” he said. You stared back at him.

“But I want to leave now,” you said, trying to reason with him. You didn’t like Jared when he was like this, drunk off his ass.

He turned to look at the rest of the group, who were glaring at you, then backhanded you across the face so hard you fell into the sand. His rings had cut your face in a few places and you stared at him in shock.

You stood back up shakily and he punched you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. You looked at your boyfriend with wild eyes, unsure why he was doing this. He slapped you once more and this time you didn't stick around. You were, literally, pounding sand. You ran into the dark night, unsure of where you were going to go.

You needed your brother.

*****

“They’re down by the beach, I had some late night trainees see if they could find his truck anywhere public they might be,” Maverick said, hanging up his cellphone.

Bradley’s phone began to buzz and he answered it before he could even read the caller ID.

“Hello?” he asked, frantic.

“Rooster, I just saw your sister come into the Hard Deck about five minutes ago. She was looking for you, man. She’s got some cuts and bruises on her face,” Bobs voice filled the other end of the line, full of concern, “I tried to make it over to her but she left and I couldn’t find her.”

“Bob! You’re the best!” Bradley hung up his phone and grabbed his keys. On the way out to his Bronco he told Maverick the information Bob had relayed to him.

The drive to the Hard Deck was about ten minutes, and Rooster gripped the wheel like his life depended on it. He was so concerned with finding you, it left the question of what Jared had done to you unanswered. Was Jared looking for you too? Were you in danger? Rooster was so caught up in his thoughts that Mavericks cry of surprise made him jump.

“There she is!” he shouted, pointing you out. Bradley pulled over and his headlights showed in your face. You squinted and prepared to bolt, scared that Jared found you and wanted to kill you or something.

Then you heard your brother and Maverick call your name, Bradley walking out from behind the bright lights.

“Bradley!” you sobbed, running into your brother's arms. You hugged him so tight he could take 9Gs of force and say awake.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again! Oh my god are you hurt?” He pulled you away to look at your face. Bob was right, you were super banged up. “What happened? Did he do this to you? I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

You hugged Bradley again, sobbing loudly, and he just cradled you, rubbing your back and telling you it was all gonna be okay.

“I’m so sorry Bradley,” you cried, pulling away, “I should have listened to you, the guy is a FREAK!” You hugged your brother again.

He didn’t care whether or not he was right or wrong, but he was right. He wasn’t going to ever vocalize it to you, but he just stood there, appreciating the fact that you were safe in his arms, his baby sister.

*****

“Bradley!” you shouted.

“Will you hold on just one second!? God you are so impatient!” he complained across the house.

You sat in front of the TV with the remote in your hands, as Bradley walked in with two bowls of ice cream. You laughed, then looked at him with the most intense deadpan stare that you could muster.

“Bradley, is the ice cream in your hands, fudge brownie?” you demanded.

“What else would it be?” he asked, concerned.

“Thank God,” you smiled. Bradley shook his head at your antics, handing you your sundae.

“You forgot my sprinkles, fucker.”

“Get them yourself.”

“If I ask for sprinkles, I expect sprinkles Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw!”

“Just press play.”

“Okay.”

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw x reader #topgunmaverick

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secret-sns · 7 years ago

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Happy Holidays / Merry Christmas !!! @sasgayandnaruhoe I’m your secret Santa! I hope you like it!

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shirophic · 4 years ago

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Could I request Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, and Tsumugi (separately) with an S/O who loves watching and quoting vines?

LMAOO I LOVE VINES

also uh I didn’t know what pronouns you use for chihiro (I use he/him) but I went with they/them

s/o = significant other tw: gender neutral reader,

chihiro

- they’ve seen some vines here and there - so they know where your references are coming from - and then sometimes they are just confused at what you just said - “road work ahead’... yea I sure hope it does�� “s/o, who are you talking to?” - BAHAHHA poor chihiro - sometimes they’ll finish some for you - “TWO BROS, CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB-” “five feet apart cause they’re not gay..” - okok yes I know it’s a little ooc but shh

mikan

- aww poor girl - she thought that she had something wrong with her at first - “I can’t believe you’ve done this” “a-ah s/o?! did I do something wrong? I’ll do anything please s/o-” - you’ll have to explain it to her to get her to calm down - she gets it, but she’s a little confused - one day she sees you watching vine on your computer/phone/tablet/whatever watching vines - she was intrigued with what you were watching so she sat down beside you - and as the video was done she asked if it was a coping method for anything - which it might be but it wasn’t specified in the ask soo - “ah no mikan, I just love quoting and watching vines!” “o-oh ok dear..” - so yea a little confused but happy if you’re happy

ibuki

- oh she 100% watches vines - “I am confusion” “AMERICA EXPLAAIN” - she loves watching vines with you! - after knowing you quote vines too, she started quoting her vine knowledge as well! - “I smell like beef” “hi, welcome to chillis-” - so yeah it’s extra fun with her when you learn she watches vines too! - I feel like she would have some vines she would love quoting - “it’s an avocado! thaanks..” “(what does that say, anya?) whaaa? whaaa?” - BAHHHAAHA - yea so just like I said, super fun when you learn she watches vines too!

tsumugi

- omg hey shawty - anyways, it’s kinda the same as chihiro, she would know where you’re quoting from and sometimes finish some - “hi my name is trey and I have a basketball game tomorrow” “oh, that’s a vine reference, right?” - you were happy she got that it was a vine reference and she sometimes finished off your quotes! - “I’m lesbian” “I thought you were american?>???” - but she gets so used to you quoting vines that she just ends up saying a random one/finishing your sentence without even looking - “how do you know what's good for m-” “that's my opINION” - “freshavacado” “merry chrysler” - oh tsumugi makes the best avocado iykyk - LMAOO

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starrysamu · 4 years ago

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happy ho ho ho :D check out @wateringlily

hey merry toyotathon — look at @starrysamu :3c

#yeah so we woke up and decided to be ANNOYING #anyways merry chrysler everyone!!#misc.

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warriors-hellhole · 4 years ago

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43.3 Firestar - Thunderclan

the real og mans in all his glory, firestar to cleanse our pallets of the current chaos goin on

anyways this was actually accidental, but i kinda fuck with the idea of him "catching fire" when he became leader so yeah

i have a more reg vers thats closer to squirrelflights design that im kinda iffy on, but ill add it under the cut at some point whenever my computer charger wants to stop being a bitch 🖤 EDIT: finally added it under the cut merry chrysler

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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wahoo sleepover time!!!!! today's my birthday and the guy i thought i was sort of in a long distance relationship just... didnt say anything to me all day despite being online & liking my posts & knowing its my birthday so!!!! i'm pretending clyde logan is here celebrating with me since he is now the only man i trust lmaooo 😭 but anyways enough about me, how about 24, 32, 44, & 95 from the weird asks list? 💘💘

Oh happy belated birthday my friend! Want me to kill him for you? (just kidding not really) I’m sorry boys are schmucks, but tbh Clyde would never let you down this way! I hope that despite his poor actions, you still managed to have a wonderful day :)

24. favorite crystal?

Oof can I be honest? I’m not really one of those people who like, is Into Crystals. I don’t have a great knowledge about them or anything, I’m not even that familiar to have names off the top of my head other than like, quartz? lol, so i’ll say quartz.

32. top five favorite vines?

In no particular order: yeah.. i sure hope it does, adam!!!, is that a weed?, im a bad bitch you cant kill me, merry chrysler

44. favorite scent for soap?

Citrus! I don’t really have a very good sense of smell, but one of the things I know I like is really bright like orangey scents. Maybe because I’m a florida gal, lol who knows. But I love a good citrus or like, ylang ylang smell.

95. favorite app on your phone?

Instagram because that’s where I chat with all my friends :^)

#runhbo #cowboy answers

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issamhysa · 6 years ago

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Dating Ben Hargreeves would include...

You meet at a nightclub on an average Friday night

Ben’s sitting by the bar doing his best to keep his dear brother Klaus from making a complete fool of himself, and he’s failing miserably

So he’s sitting back and watching Klaus stumble his way to the dance floor when he hears the greatest exchange a few seats down

“Hey Y/N.” “What, Emily?” “Happy Crimus… No, it’s crismun…” “Emily, shut up.” “Merry crisis. “Emily.” “Merry chrysler.” “Emily!” “What?” “It’s the middle of June.”

There you are, having the world’s strangest conversation with your best friend, who’s drunk off her ass

You let out an exasperated sigh as you watch Emily lamely dance in front of the bar before you turn to look around

You and Ben lock eyes, and you suddenly recognize him as the guy whose brother had been drunkenly hitting on you earlier

You figure Emily won’t go far, so you move closer to him with a smile

“Mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all.”

And so it began

It became a thing with you two

You’d let Emily drag you out to the club

Ben would let Klaus drag him along

You’d both sit by the bar together and watch your respective idiots do their own thing

Until the tables turned

“Em, are we going to the club tonight?” “Nah, I’m not really feeling it.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Get up, we’re going anyways.”

“Hey, Klaus-” “Not tonight, Ben.” “Oh come on!” “Fiiiine.”

So on and so forth

You’re quick to become best friends

He’s super sweet and kind

Not to mention, he’s fucking hilarious

Or at least he thinks he is

“Hey Y/N, hey Y/N.” “What is it, Ben?” “What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” “Benjamin Hargreeves, I swear-” “Oh sheet!” “God damn it.”

And uh, he’s pretty cute

Okay, really cute

Emily never fails to point that out

She also has a thing for telling you how into you Ben really is

“Don’t be so oblivious, Y/N! He looks at you like I look at my vodka.” “Emily, do me a favor.” “Yeah?” “Shut up.” “Noted.”

You kinda notice it, though

So you confront him about it

Ta-da! You are now dating Ben Hargreeves

Your dates consist of babysitting Klaus and Emily at the club

Going to Griddy’s for lunch

Going to the movies a lot

Sometimes you’ll go to the academy to hang out with him

You’ll spend the day in his room, talking and dancing

Klaus is your second best friend

He’s constantly popping into the room with a dumb grin

“You kids keeping it PG in here?”

Cue the pillow throw, courtesy of a flustered Ben

But he’s super happy Ben finally found someone he can be himself around

Other than Klaus, of course

His siblings seem to like you

Especially Allison

She kinda treats you like a big sister and gives you advice and stuff

She’s great

But Ben enjoys spending as much time with you as he can

If you work, he’ll randomly show up at work and bringing you lunch or something

If you don’t work, he’ll stop by your house and help you with anything you need help with

With usually ends with the two of you cuddling while watching Netflix

You’re both hooked on the series Sex Education but that’s a story for another time

Dude, he’s a sucker for neck kisses

Giving and receiving

Like if you’re cooking in the morning, he’ll sneak up behind you and press a few kisses to the back of your neck

Or when you two are cuddling, you’ll bury your face in the crook of his neck and leave tiny kisses

He loves it

Cheek kisses are a close favorite

Not that he’d ever admit it

Of course, there are some days Ben is feeling down

His powers can really get to him

He’s always afraid you’ll fear his abilities and leave

But you’re always there with kisses and a warm blanket to reassure him that you love him, powers or no powers

You two are hella cute, okay?

Please keep him safe, he’s tiny

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #number six #the horror #tua #tua x reader #gif cred to owner #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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bobfillmore · 5 years ago

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how are you so chill about talking to us? we're just out here casually bein like "yeah anyway merry chrysler from the zones" and you're just like "thanks" like don't you even realize who you're talking to? this other guy works for blind he'll just be like "fucking die" if you so much as say hi! it's weird.

He is not representative of City life. BLI are actually very accommodating and kind, I hope you will see this for yourself one day. Also, I feel like I’m going to black out at any moment, so I may be more docile for now.

#customer service #post

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cypress-tree · 6 years ago

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ho ho ho merry chrysler~~

a christmas present for sweet bee @geniusbee: soft fluff and happy herm. <333

Hermann wakes up at 9am to a small patch of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

“Mmmph,” he mutters, lifting his head from where it rests on Newt’s arm. Newt grabs a tissue from the nightstand and passes it to him. “Thank you,” Hermann mumbles. He wipes his mouth and rolls onto his back. “Sorry,” he says, as a sleepy afterthought.

“No problem, man.” Newt takes the tissue from him and tosses it in the vicinity of the trash can. “If I had a problem with you drooling on me, I’d have kicked you outta bed five years ago.”

“Five years, seven months.”

“And three days.”

Hermann smiles. He looks at Newt properly for the first time this morning. Newt has his glasses propped low on his nose, his phone resting on his chest as he checks his email.

“It’s Saturday,” Hermann says, still waking up. “Do we have any plans?”

Newt closes his email and drops his phone on the comforter.

“Not that I know of,” he says. He rolls onto his side and cuddles up close. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

Hermann likes this plan. He presses a kiss to Newt’s hair, and they lie together quietly. He can feel Newt’s breath against the open neck of his pajama shirt. He closes his eyes and drifts back to sleep.

-- -- --

When Hermann wakes up again, it’s 10:30, and Newt is crawling back into bed with a plate of bagels and two mugs of coffee.

“Time for breakfast!” he says.

Hermann sits up and takes a mug, sipping carefully and sighing with contentment.

“I got you onion,” Newt says, passing him a bagel with cream cheese.

“That’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

They get crumbs all over the bed sheets while Newt describes the dream he had last night and Hermann makes the appropriate comments, encouraging him to continue while really only half-listening.

“Anyway,” Newt says. He wipes his cream cheese fingers on a napkin that Hermann passes to him, then leans back against the pillow with a sigh. “You wanna watch some Youtube?”

-- -- --

Around noon, they get sick of Youtube, and Newt starts talking about a snack. Hermann is slouched under the covers and doesn’t want to stop using Newt’s shoulder as a comfortable pillow, but eventually he relents and allows Newt to get back up.

Once Newt is gone, Hermann shifts into the empty space left by his body. It’s warm, and smells like him. His shampoo, his skin. Hermann takes deep breaths, his mind getting hazy. It’s like Newt has put him under a spell. That, or Hermann is starting to hyperventilate.

“I got us a healthy snack!” Newt says. “Fruit! Well...fruit gummies, anyway. They have vitamin C.” Hermann hears the slap of a plastic bag hitting the nightstand, then the comforter pulls back from his face. “You stole my spot!” Newt says, mock-offended. He frowns dramatically, then climbs on top of Hermann, covering him with his whole body. “That’s not allowed, and the punishment is squishing!”

Hermann laughs as Newt shifts his weight from side to side, squishing him, but doing so gently so as not to hurt him.

“Alright, alright!” Hermann says. “I’ll move!” Newt leans in to kiss him on the cheek, but Hermann turns his head so that Newt’s lips will land on his own.

“Oh, you want the real thing, do you?” Newt murmurs. Hermann nods, and Newt kisses him properly.

-- -- --

They fall back asleep until 2:00. That’s when Newt gets hungry for real food, and Hermann starts to get sick of sleeping.

“Let’s order pizza,” Newt says. “That way we don’t have to get up.”

Hermann frowns. “Are you going to answer the door in your pajamas?”

“Uh, yeah? They don’t care. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.”

Hermann begs to differ, but he doesn’t bother arguing. Newt can look silly all he wants--Hermann is going to stay right here under the covers, thank you very much.

Newt scrolls through the restaurant menu on his phone, and Hermann settles his head on Newt’s shoulder so he can watch.

“Let’s get an appetizer too,” he says.

“Okay. Mozzarella sticks?”

“Very funny.”

“Hey man, one day I’m gonna get you to eat mozzarella sticks and you’re gonna be so mad you missed out all these years.”

Hermann doubts that. He suggests garlic bread, which Newt agrees to, and they order a small garlic bread and large pizza: half extra cheese (for Newt), half sausage and onion (for Hermann).

“You know what we should do until it gets here?” Newt asks. Hermann responds with a monosyllabic grunt. “We should make out. ‘Cause we’re not gonna do it after we eat garlic bread.”

Hermann smiles. Newt does have good ideas sometimes.

-- -- --

At 3:00, once they’ve both eaten and washed their hands (at Hermann’s insistence), they climb back into bed and try to decide on a movie to watch.

“I vote for a documentary,” Newt says. “Because then I can zone out and play games on my phone.”

“What’s the point of watching anything if you’re going to zone out?” Hermann asks.

“I mean, I’d still be watching! But I don’t have to follow plot or anything.”

“Are you saying that documentaries don’t have a plot?”

They argue about documentary as an art form for about fifteen minutes before getting bored. Afterwards, they still can’t decide on a movie, so they watch an episode of Jeopardy because it’s only 20 minutes long.

“Well we can’t stop there,” Hermann says. “We have to see the rest of the semi-finals.”

They end up watching ten episodes.

-- -- --

At 6:30, they finish off the pizza, and Newt goes into the kitchen to make them tea. Hermann lies on his back, staring at the ceiling. He feels lazy, but not in a bad way. More like a luxurious way. An indulgent way. It’s Newt’s fault. Hermann never did frivolous things like this until Newt came along.

“Do you want peppermint or jasmine?” Newt calls from the kitchen.

“Jasmine, please,” Hermann calls back.

When Newt returns to the bedroom, he’s carrying two mugs of tea and a plate of cookies.

“You’re spoiling me,” Hermann says.

“You deserve it.” Newt passes him a mug and kisses him on the cheek. Hermann can feel himself blushing.

-- -- --

They decide to sleep at 8:00. Hermann doesn’t understand how he can be tired after an entire day of doing nothing, but sleep sounds so good and so satisfying that he doesn’t care to question it.

“G’night babe,” Newt says, turning off the light.

“Goodnight.” Hermann turns onto his side. Newt sidles up behind him and wraps an arm around Hermann’s waist. He slides his hand under Hermann’s shirt and rubs slow circles against his skin. It’s gentle. Soothing.

“I love you,” Newt says. “So fuckin’ much.”

Hermann chuckles. “I love you, too.” He feels so utterly satisfied. So at peace. So full. He closes his eyes and reaches for Newt’s hand on his stomach. He gives it a squeeze, then sighs. He welcomes the soft tug of sleep.

-- -- --

#pacific rim #newmann #hermann gottlieb #newt geiszler #merry christmas bb :'>>#my fic

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