#(sorry this took so long!) (i have been back in Deadline Hell)

[egophiliac]

I got a really tough question.

What’s your favorite Twst event of ALL TIME?

I like Harveston

this truly is the hardest question. :( but after much consideration, I think Endless Halloween Night wins out for me, because it's nonstop Characters Being Silly the whole way through. the whole thing is just lots of these little dorks having the most ridiculous interactions, which is always my favorite! and of course the big twist is SO delightfully stupid and doubles down SO hard that it becomes AMAZING and I 100% unironically adore it. AND it's Halloween! everyone is in their cute little costumes and having a spooky adventure! it's great!

however, I am ALSO a big fan of the Harveston event! how can I not be! everyone is wearing comfy winter outfits and getting along really weirdly well with Epel's grandma and he's getting a little worried about that! my terrible loud son sews a plush squirrel and then gives it a silly little nickname and refuses to leave it behind when it breaks! the ending shot with the sled! I LOVE IT.

obviously we need the best of both worlds now

[visionofhope04]

Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?

How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.

Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.

It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.

You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.

"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.

Then everything faded to black.

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"Hello?!"

A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.

"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.

"Ah!"

"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.

"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.

“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"

"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.

"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."

"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"

"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."

He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.

"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.

"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.

"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"

"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"

"Good question. What's your name?"

"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."

"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"

"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.

"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."

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They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.

Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."

"You can remember that but not your name?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."

"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."

"Thank you."

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They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.

Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.

"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.

"Yes darling, when is it not?"

"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."

He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.

"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.

He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.

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8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.

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Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.

Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?

As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.

Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you

"How do you know my wife?"

"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.

"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.

All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.

"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.

"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.

The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?

"We're your family."

The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."

This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.

"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"

"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"

"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?

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[bby-bo]

When the Boss Comes Knocking pt. 2

the love on part one has been so wild ❤️ thank you guys sm for reading, I hope this drags you on an even wilder emotional rollercoaster than last time 🤠🤠

I sure as fuck have no proper explanation for my actions here, brace yourselves.

Summary: Sakusa knows he screwed up, but he’s quick to get on his knees to work for your forgiveness.

Warnings: solid combo of angst, fluff, and smut, reader is all over the place, Sakusa eating p*ssy 🫶🏼

“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”

The note had sat on your desk for 3 days, staring you down with the heat of hell tucked into the ink scratched on the paper.  It was Friday, the day the Sakusa Group was to officially purchase the small publishing house you wrote for, but the man himself had yet to show up since your last encounter.  

3 painfully slow days of no contact or sign of Sakusa had felt like 3 years, and you couldn’t help but feel angry. Angry that he thought he could come back into your life at his own convenience, with no explanation of his leaving for so long. Upset that you wanted him to come back. Pissed at yourself for letting him treat you like this. 

The back and forth in your own brain was clouded by the memories of him, one hand on your throat and one in your hair, pulling you in. The look of satisfaction on his face when you finally called him by his first name again. The sweet bliss of his deep voice directed at you. It was inescapable even on your morning commute to work. 

Opening the door to the lobby, you greeted Josie as always. 

“Morning Josie”

“Oh good morning! There was a message left for you, actually. Mr. Sakusa’s secretary called and mentioned setting up a lunch meeting today around 1 pm.” 

Surprise and irritation shot through the fog in your brain. He couldn’t even call you himself?? His behavior was getting ridiculous, and at this point you were going to completely miss the next 4 deadlines for the book you were working on if this distraction kept up.

“What?! Don’t respond please, I’ll just eat lunch here like usual” A guilty blush immediately spread across her face and you just dreaded whatever she was about to say.

“Um… I already scheduled it. Sorry! It felt like maybe you guys got along last time since you spoke for so long in your office and I thought maybe it would be a good idea to-”

“What??? Josie NO!” Complete horror washed across you like an ice bath, and you immediately realized that you were not dressed for a CEO level lunch date. 

“I’m sorry to spring it on you like this. But hey, at least he’s sending a car to bring you, right?” She finished her sentence with a bright smile, totally not understanding why this was the absolute worst thing in the world. 

You gave her a fake laugh and a smile, trying not to be too mean to her in your mind before heading straight into your office and slumping into the seat. 

“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”

The note stared back at you, and you narrowed your eyes at his name. Fuck. Off. Sakusa. If he wanted to play this game, you certainly weren’t going to make it easy on him. 

You had no time to let the regrets from your last encounter stew when time was not on your side today.  Stealing your nerves, you got to thinking of all the things you’ve been wanting to say to him, all the things you’ve been dying to ask.  But time raced against you, and when Josie knocked on your office door it felt as though no time had passed at all. You were still just as nervous as before, but an unfamiliar man in a suit followed behind Josie, ready to take you to your demise- a.k.a the Sakusa Group headquarters. 

It was 45 steps from your office to the car, 30 minutes in the car between offices, and now only 10 steps from the car into the massive lobby of the tower where the beast resided.  Someone greeted you straight away, and escorted you all the way to Sakusa’s door.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Your mind and heart were racing, but you took in a deep breath and reminded yourself to resist his efforts to win you over. Yea right, resist the irresistible. Great plan.

The door opened, and there he was. Goddamn this was going to be more difficult than you thought. 

Sakusa’s deep voice rang out, smooth and rich like dark chocolate. His usual black button down and slacks made him the picture of all your work romance fantasies- not that you were thinking of anything like that. Certainly not.

“Thank you George, you may go.” Your escort bowed in respect, and closed the door on his way out. Sakusa said nothing, just smirked as he stood and walked toward the door, and locked it. 

You stood frozen, feeling the heat of his chest warming your back. A large hand brushed your hair away from your face on one side, exposing your neck as Sakusa planted a soft kiss beneath the corner of your jaw, letting his breath tickle over your skin. You could just feel the smirk widening across his face. But as much as your knees were already growing weak, your anger refused to be forgotten this time. 

Your figure’s sharp turn cut his growing smile off into a small frown, those dark brows furrowing slightly.

“Stop that. You owe me an explanation and I won’t let you near me until I get it.” Your voice was shaky, but you got your words out clearly. 

Sakusa just closed the space between you again, towering over you with slight irritation on his face. This was obviously not how he expected this meeting to go. 

“What is with these horrible greetings each time we meet? I’ll teach you this lesson as many times as I need to-”

“YOU were the one who told me not to call you Kiyoomi all those years ago, so don’t gimme that bullshit!! You don’t get to break up with me, be a total dick during our last conversation, disappear with no contact then return into my life like nothing happened years later! There is absolutely no way I can accept anything you offer me when you have completely shattered the very foundation of our relationship, Sakusa!”

The pent up energy, anxiety and ire that had slowly been collecting in your heart and mind this week was at its boiling point, finally spilling over as angry tears gathered in your eyes, your finger jabbing into his chest. 

His demeanor changed entirely as he listened to your rant, and a serious look crept over his face, but he made no move to interrupt you. Even now, when you were so worked up that you couldn’t see straight, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to push him away or wanted to cry into his arms. He let you finish before speaking. 

“So this is how you’ve been feeling. Come here, sweetheart.” 

Simple acknowledgement was all it took for your tears to fall, and strong arms gave you comfort as he tucked your head beneath his chin. His fingers stroked your hair, and that damn cologne filled your senses as you tried to contain your emotions.

He brought his palms to your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the salty tears beneath your eyes as his gaze softened into something you’ve missed so desperately since high school. His tone was serious but gentle as he spoke his next words.

“I know you’re angry, yes?” You nodded aggressively, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I hear you. I want you to look at me sweetheart, tell me how I can make it up to you. What can I do to fix this?” 

“I don’t know if this can be fixed Sakusa, I thought you just walked off and forgot about me after high school and I-”

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“If I’m wrong then prove it! Some explanation, anything is better than the nothing you left me with!”

Sakusa let out a heavy sign before pushing his hands into the roots of your hair, and kissing your forehead. He took your hand, fingers intertwined with yours as you swiped at the last of your tears. 

“It doesn’t excuse the way that I’ve treated you, and I sure as fuck am not proud of it but I can give you an explanation. Let’s sit while we talk, yeah?”

You followed him into a connecting room, a dining room of sorts, complete with cushioned seats and a glass coffee table. Sakusa settled in a seat next to yours and turned to set his serious gaze on you, so you might understand his sincerity.

His chest expanded as he took a deep breath, and released it slow.

“My family has always been demanding, and I knew their wish for me was to take over the Sakusa Group as early as possible. But I was young and dumb, and I didn’t have the confidence that I could actually do it. I know it’s no excuse for leaving you like that, but I was scared to fail. Disappointing you was something I couldn’t handle, and I wanted to prove to myself that I could become someone worthy of taking care of you one day. So I made sure to cut ties and cut them sharp so that if I did fail, you would hopefully never find out.”

This… this was not what you expected. Had he always been so concerned with your judgment of him? Why did he not let you support him? You had every confidence in your Kiyoomi back then, and you had always tried your best to show that, so why..? Did you not tell him enough? How could you ever possibly be disappointed in him?

“I didn’t forget what I said to you back then. I’m sorry I was so selfish, sweetheart.”

Tears threatened to spill over again, and you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes. There was a soft shuffling sound and the scraping of a chair across the hardwood, and when Sakusa tugged your wrists from your face he was kneeling before you. Still tall enough on his knees to be nearly eye level with you. 

“Don’t cry baby, look at me.” His fingers tucked beneath your chin, raising your head slightly. 

“Tell me what I wanna hear. Come on love” You knew what he wanted immediately. 

“Kiyoomi” Your voice was just above a whisper, but enough understanding was translated in that one word. Not quite forgiveness, but understanding. 

This had always been a thing between you two, even in high school. When first names were used after an argument, you could both recognize that things were back on the right path. So it wasn’t quite forgiveness, but it was a step. 

“Again.” But he was still just as greedy as ever. Gripping your chin a bit tighter, he brought his face right up to your neck and softly nipped at the skin on your jaw, tongue laving over the skin to sooth it.

“Kiyoomi”

“That’s my girl. Now, how should I make it up to you, hm?” His hands gripped your thighs just above your knees, squeezing into the flesh.

The tone of his voice switched, dripping with honey and saturating your mind with memories of twisted sheets and bated breaths. 

“I think I know just where to start” Shit, that voice. You were sure it would be the death of you one day, but right now, it was your lifeline. 

One of his thumbs hooked under the hem of your dress, baring one thigh ever so slowly, as his other hand guided your fingers into his hair. His gaze held yours as he began to kiss and bite a trail upwards following the exposed skin. 

If there was one thing your romance readers raved about, it was the smut that some of your books contained. But you could hardly claim any credit when your inspiration for those scenes came from Kiyoomi. The Kiyoomi who loved seeing you flustered and blushing beneath him, hand around your throat and embarrassment crawling up your cheeks. Loved seeing tears of overstimulation roll down so he could lick them away. That was this Kiyoomi, the one that knelt before you now.  

A hard bite on the inside of your thigh brought you back down to earth, a yelp of surprise escaping as your eyes snapped open.

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me.” You nodded as you tried to catch your breath, small bits of air coming out in light pants. 

Pushing your dress all the way around your waist, Kiyoomi gripped your ass roughly with both hands and tugged your body to the edge of your seat, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. His eyes closed as he turned to bury his face into the thickness of one of your thighs, fingers dipping into the waistline of your panties. He watched completely enamored as he pulled them off your body, the evident wet spot sticking to the source of your arousal. 

In one quick movement, he sat back on his heels and rid you of your panties entirely before settling back in on his knees. Two thick fingers swiped at your slit, gathering the stickiness there and bringing it to your mouth. 

“Open.” You did as he asked without hesitation, and you could taste the saltiness on the pads of his fingers as he pressed down on your tongue. But you knew better than to wrap your lips around his fingers- knew to wait for instruction. His smirk returned in full as he realized you hadn’t forgotten his rules.

“Suck.” 

His grip around your thigh tightened as you obeyed. Taking his fingers from your mouth, he pressed them back at your entrance, teasing you up and down as he finally, finally, brought his mouth to your clit. His tongue circled the nerves as he watched your eyes roll back, your mouth open just slightly. 

Now Kiyoomi was never a religious man, but he would’ve prayed to any god to never forget this sight. Legs open for him, pretty face silently begging him to touch you. He wanted it permanently imprinted in his memory, wanted it to be the only thing he saw every time he closed his eyes. His control snapped.

Fingers plunged forward into you and Kiyoomi was lost in your tight heat as he set a quick pace, teeth tugging lightly on your clit before circling it with his tongue over and over again. He still knew your body so well even after so much time had passed, and he knew exactly how to drive you over the edge. 

“O-omi” 

“Hm?” He refused to pull his face away from your sweet pussy, humming against you in response, sending light vibrations that tickled up your spine.

“G-gonna cum Omi” His fingers curled upward and hit that spongy spot, as he pulled his mouth away for just a moment to respond. He pressed a thick forearm down across your hips, not letting you escape.

“Go on baby, cum in my mouth. Wanna taste you” 

Kiyoomi shoved his tongue inside you, nose buried right up against that sensitive bundle of nerves as he reached up to fill your mouth with the fingers that had previously been fucking in and out of you. His other fingers gripped your jaw roughly as he pressed down on your tongue, sliding them further and further back into your wet mouth. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, doing your best to take what he gave you without gagging.

The release that spread over you had you crying out around his fingers, legs shuddering on his shoulders as his forearm held you in place, never pulling his tongue from you until he was satisfied he had tasted every drop. 

But he only allowed you a moment to catch your breath.

Kiyoomi tugged your whole body straight off the chair, pulling your thighs to sit over his where he knelt.  He secured his arms around you and slotted his mouth against your lips, tongue slipping against yours to let you taste yourself on him. Crushing you against his chest, he let out a low groan and let a large palm tangle into your hair, tugging it slightly. 

“Always been Omi’s favorite girl, you know that? Missed you so much sweetheart. Promise I won’t leave you again. Ever. And I’m so sorry I upset you my love” 

And as he pressed his forehead against yours, you realized the signature on his note had always been true, more so than you realized. 

“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”

[lesbianoms]

Hihi love your writing and was wondering (if you took prompts) to do more werewolf endo stuff?

Anon I am SO SORRY this took 80 YEARS TO WRITE 😭

It Started with a Sandwich

(Includes soft vore, f/f vore, kink, safe vore/endosoma, gentle/caring pred, werewolf pred, same-size) minors dni!!!

I didn’t know her that well, but she knew me. At least, knew of me.

My college had recently implemented a new kind of "supernatural studies abroad" program; currently, they only offered it as a J-term with limited spots. It served to both teach us about the history of other countries, and to satisfy anyone who was super into fantasy and folklore.

On the night of the deadline, just 5 minutes before midnight, I typed up a rushed essay on a whim... now, here I was, studying old European legends in Romania. It couldn't be helped. I'd always loved the strange.

The woman I watched from across the cobblestone street was our guide. She was not a professor at my school, or a fellow student, or anything like that. Born and raised in Romania, she had shown our small group around, pointing out the tall churches and the intricate, weaving designs of stone atop old castles. Crumbling structure. Old structure. Yet the way she spoke of the past somehow endeared me to it.

I won't deny it. As I looked at her— sitting in the empty outdoor seating of a deli, eating her sandwich— I felt really attracted to her. She was older than me, much older, I'd say about 35 or something like that. Early 40s maybe. Just from her deposition she seemed the type to have kids. A husband, a family.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, because my heart was all too familiar with the stupid, stupid tugging pulse of heartache. It came with the territory of being in love with women who were an entire lifetime away from me. But still, I wondered... would she see me?

My thoughts drifted to the sandwich in her hands. Another perk of being a college student is forgetting that you need to eat to keep your energy up. I thought about the places I’d seen along the route to the hotel: there was a ramen place, a burger joint… hm, “Romanian Ramen” had a nice ring to it. Maybe-

I froze as she looked up at me, and with an embarrassed turn of my head I realized that I’d been spacing out and staring at her the entire time. Ugh, I’m such a dork.

But when I glanced in her direction again, I was confused (and admittedly, a bit intimidated) when I saw her waving me over with a smile. I slowly slid off of the wall I was sitting on and walked over, compulsively brushing at my hair with my fingers.

I hope I looked good.

“Hello!” she said. Her voice was sing-songy, with a soft yet prominent Romanian accent. It radiated warmth. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

~~~

I don’t remember how long we both sat there in that Deli, talking and laughing. As the time went by and the world around us changed from bright to dark, we seemed to be lost in ourselves.

She was easy to talk to. At first I’d felt like a bit of a geek sitting down and rambling on about whatever was currently on my mind, but she just sat still and listened. She would nod and look at me with interest, as she continued to devour her sandwich. I’ve never been the best at making eye contact with people, so while I talked, I found my eyes wandering down to her mouth as she chewed…

watching her throat bob as she swallowed…

It’s at this point in the story I need to confess something. I have a bit of a… strange “interest.” This is kind of embarrassing, but a necessary detail to the story-

-Oh who the hell am I kidding? Vore. It’s vore. I’m into vore.

So now, as you can imagine, watching her eat made me feel a bit flustered. I was ready to just ignore the feeling and continue on, but ohhh boy… I had no idea what was coming next.

Somehow, we got back on the topic of the program.

“So? Are you enjoying your stay in Romania?” she asked, licking her fingers. The sandwich was completely gone.

“Yeah! It’s a really cool place, with a lot of history. I thought the stuff you were talking about yesterday was really interesting.”

She giggled. “Real spooky, hm?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“The legends, they are my favorite part of living here. I’ve had an interest in the supernatural ever since I was young. When I was 18, my mother took me to Transylvania— it was a difficult trip to make, but I begged her to go— and, ultimately, I’m glad I did. Some of my best and worst memories come from that trip.”

I leaned back in my chair, a slight chuckle in my voice. “Did you want to go to Transylvania because of the vampires?”

There was a sudden shift in her demeanor after I said that. Her eyes looked sad as she smiled and continued her story.

“Well, yes and no. There was something needing to be done there. I had studied vampires before, and…”

She looked left and right, as if making sure nobody was listening to us from the shadows. I blinked in confusion, then watched her lean in and heard her voice drop to a silky whisper.

“Do you know why Transylvania is the vampire country?”

I shook my head. She licked her lips and continued.

“It is because they need a place to roost. They like old things. Old castles. They need a place to hide, yes. But they can't have Romania, because someone is already here.”

“Who?” I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.

She grinned, and in the rising moonlight, her teeth shimmered like fangs. “The werewolves.”

~~~

It had been hours since I’d let her give me a ride back to her place; the full moon, in that time, had been tucked away behind the clouds. Still. She kept all the curtains closed.

She could tell I was nervous. Even though we’d both been very clear about boundaries and terms, my anxieties were not quite put to rest. I felt stupid for asking, but I also felt like I had to.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

She gave me a warm smile as she stood across from me. "I understand your concern. But I can safely say that no, I'm not in the business of taking any lives. I'm no loup-garou, darling."

“…But you are a werewolf.”

Something dimmed in her eyes, and I felt a little bad for being so pressing with all my questions. But if this was true, and it was all real… I needed to be sure that I wasn’t in any danger.

“In Romania, werewolves are protectors,” she said putting a hand to her chest, “I swear on my life that I will not harm you.”

My fingers drummed along the bed that I sat on, and I took a deep breath before responding with, “Okay. I trust you.”

An excited look lit up her face, as she began to take off her clothes.

I watched, enchanted. Enthralled, by the swiftness of her movements as she pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare belly to me. Even mostly empty, it still sported a bit of a round shape. She had a little paunch that just hung over the waistband of her underwear, straining against the elastic. I stared.

When I heard her giggle, I hurriedly averted my gaze from her stomach and tried, unsuccessfully, to make eye contact with her.

"You like what you see?" she teased.

I stuttered, "Wow... um, I dunno if this is a weird thing to say but your belly looks so... soft..."

"Years of good hunting will do that to you, love."

I didn't really want to think about what she meant, so I slowly shifted my position on the bed, fiddling with the trim of my shirt. Quietly, I asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, never. But you're so small, I should be able to get you down easily. You're like a baby deer."

A hot flush spread across my cheeks as I hummed in satisfactory embarrassment.

"Do you look for baby deer when you go out hunting?"

"No, no! Of course not. That is... not for me. I prefer not to go after fawns. They are in the prime of their life, no? And it feels, for me at least, that it would be cruel to snuff them out at such a tender age."

“So, I guess I'm your first, then..." I chuckled.

A wide, warm grin spread across her face as she approached and sat by me. I felt her strong hands on my thighs. Her voice was sweet, and I shuddered at her hot breath on the side of my face as she leaned in to whisper her melody to me.

"My sweet, sweet fawn," she purred, "these lips and jaws will be so honored to have your small form pass between them, squeezed so snugly into my depths…”

She sniffed at me, licking her lips.

“You smell delectable. Oh, dear, if you could only know how hungry my belly is for you… mmm, yes~ I am quite looking forward to wolfing you down, and keeping you warm during this cold, blustering night.”

"Oh god," I squeaked. I was smitten.

The heat of her round stomach touched my skin like the sun. Tentatively, I reached up a hand. My fingers curled into hers as she took it, grasping it gently. She led my hand over to the soft swell of her belly and I felt goosebumps break through on my skin as I made first contact.

Much like her, the resonance of her stomach made me feel safe. It talked to me with a low and constant grumbling, the groan of a hunger aching to be satisfied. I felt her belly growl against my hand. Oh god, I could only imagine how it must feel to be in there. It actually made me lightheaded.

"Wow…” I whispered, pressing the palm of my hand into her skin. "Your body sounds beautiful."

She flashed a coy grin at me. “The moon is up now.”

~~~

I watched in a mix of fear and admiration as she transformed. Bones shifting and cracking into place, ears and jaw muscles elongating… despite the awful noises, it didn’t look painful. I’m sure she was used to this.

The top of her wolf head and the tips of her ears just barely scraped the ceiling, and she stared down at me with a lustful glow in her eyes. A sharp-toothed smile curled across her muzzle, but instead of being scary, the expression actually made me feel kind of warm inside.

She licked her chops and beckoned me over with a clawed finger. My eyes widened as I watched this movement; her beastly demeanor, infused with all the graceful nuances of a human woman. Even now, it makes for a pretty picture in my mind.

Looking into her eyes, I knew that I was safe with her. I stared up, now pressed against her furry, somewhat swollen belly. The noises coming from inside were downright monstrous. I felt my core heat up, the sensation delving lower all throughout my body, as I slowly began rubbing my legs together. In sure she must have seen how excited I was, because at that moment, she opened her jaws wide and lowered them down onto my head.

Her tongue curled against my face as I entered the slimy cave, whimpering at the feel of so much warm and gooey saliva assaulting my senses. It seemed that first taste was all she needed for instinct to take over.

The gulps were loud and thick, occurring in rapid succession, and I didn’t have any time to think as I was swallowed up by the undulating movements of her gullet and sent down into her powerful stomach. She slurped on my body and growled as the last of me disappeared into her. I’m sure that, despite my size, I made a prominent bulge in her throat…

I could hear only my own breathing for a few seconds as I curled up in the fetal position— welcomed into my new snug home for the night— and then a meaty squelching from underneath me caught my attention, bubbling up into a series of digestive groans. I felt them echo all around my body, and I moaned, all inhibition drowned in that pool of warm acids.

I felt my sleeping bag shift, heard a big slosh of fluids as she flopped over on her side. She was panting and whimpering… I assumed with pleasure. A shrill bark left her jaws and she rubbed at me, pushing against my form, being sure not to hurt me even as she kneaded her prized catch. Me… a prize… I’d never felt so honored to be won as the shifting walls of her belly began to claim me. And as her stomach squeezed me, I came.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, me and her. Her wolf gut made for a comfy pillow as I yawned and drifted off to the sounds of indigestion I was giving her. She moved towards her bed and tenderly squished me against the mattress, which made me wriggle and squirm. No harm came to either of us as we snuggled together in the most intimate way I know.

I think that overnight, my clothes melted. Or at least, most of them. I remember receiving a text from her days later that my panties were stuck in her intestines. I still don’t know how that happened, but admittedly, it was kind of hot. I got a little wet while I was responding to her.

I’ll never forget my trip to Romania, for several reasons… though if I had to pick one, I’d say that it was because of that stunning tour guide, and her beastly appetite that I had the honor of sating. And to think, that it all started with me watching her eat a sandwich… 💖

[justagalwhowrites]

HEY BESTIE I LOVE THE PROMPTS 21 86 94 114 128 146!!! ❤️❤️

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Thank you for submitting these! I plan to get to the others, too, but to start, here's prompt 21! @1soff also submitted this prompt, with a bit of flavor to it. I hope you both enjoy this non-canon bit with Joel and Doc!

Outside

A run outside the QZ leads to a confession.

Based on Prompt 21: "I fucking hate you"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Lavender pairing)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.4K

“You’d better be almost done,” Joel growled, pacing. 

“Oh, hold your horses,” you rolled your eyes, going to the next row of medication. You felt him glare at you through the grate separating the pharmacy from the rest of the store. “Not like you’ve got something waiting for you in the QZ to get back to…” 

Being outside the QZ with just Joel was strange. You’d been going on more and more runs lately but it was always with Joel and Tess or just Tess. Joel tended to avoid you like the plague. 

Which was fine by you. He so obviously hated you that it was hard to be anywhere near him. The glares, the stiff limbs, the fact that you wanted him anyway. It wasn’t fun. 

Going with Tess meant there was a buffer. You and Tess had developed a kind of rapport - maybe not friends but at least friendly. Enough that Joel was usually there as silent muscle that you could pretend wasn’t there at all - or you could if you weren’t hyperaware of his every move. 

But Tess was sick - the flu that had developed into bronchitis - and you’d all but demanded that she stay home. 

“Why?” She demanded as she went into another coughing fit.

“For starters,” you’d said as you got some anti-inflammatories out of the bag you’d brought to Joel’s apartment to check on her after she’d been down for the count for weeks. “You’re coughing too much. Clicker will hear you from miles out and then you’re fucked. More importantly, if you don’t watch yourself, this could turn into chronic bronchitis. If you never shake it, you won’t be well enough to do any runs ever again. And, just a wild guess here, but that’s not what you’re after.” 

“Not exactly,” she coughed again. 

“Then listen to your doctor,” you said, slinging your bag on your arm. “And delay the run a few weeks instead of getting yourself killed.” 

“Can’t,” she took a shaky breath. “We’re on a deadline and we’re pushing it already… You two will have to go without me.” 

“No,” snapped Joel, his arms crossed, shaking his head. “No way in hell I’m haulin’ her around outside the QZ on my own. She’s a fuckin’ liability…” 

“Joel,” she snapped before coughing again. “This is the deal, she makes it so we don’t die from getting fucked up out there, we take her out when she wants to go. So fucking deal with it.” 

He glared at you.

“Are you planning to go back to that town anytime soon?” You asked. “Or another one where I can raid a pharmacy within the next month?” 

“Probably not,” Tess said, her breath rattling in her lungs. “Jesus, I feel like shit…” 

“Then you’re stuck with me, Miller,” you shrugged. “Sorry to continue to be such a disappointment…” 

He ground his teeth and stalked off to his bedroom. 

“Still such a charmer,” you said sarcastically. Tess laughed and then coughed. “Take it easy, OK? You’ve made it this far, you don’t get to just keel over from bronchitis. You should at least… I don’t know… Go out in a fight with infected or something. While saving a kid. Really amp up the heroism.” 

She smiled. 

“I’ll do my best.” 

It had been you and Joel on your own for four days now as you worked your way down the coastline. It was a gorgeous view, at least, with the sound of seagulls and waves on the rocky shore and the smell of salt making you almost forget you had a gun at your hip and your surly ex-boyfriend at your back. 

“We’ve been here too fuckin’ long already,” he snapped. 

“Is there a reason you’re worried or are you just trying really hard to ruin my day?” You asked, opening a bottle and looking at the pills inside. They looked to be in good shape and high quantity. You stuck it in your pack. 

“There are signs of people all over this fuckin’ town,” he snapped. “There shouldn’t be, from what we knew, there shouldn’t be a goddamn soul around. So I’d like for you to stop fuckin’ around so we can get moving.” 

You checked the last few bottles and went back to the grate over the counter. 

“Alright, Miller,” you said. “Get me out of here and we can head out.” 

Joel pried the metal up and open and you climbed on the counter, sliding below it, before Joel dropped it and it slammed back down. 

“Lucky you could even get back there,” he muttered. “Shouldn’t keep comin’ on runs like this, you’re just slowin’ us down and it ain’t worth it.” 

“Tell that to the patients whose anxiety medications I just snagged for the next few months,” you said, smug. He glowered after you, pushing past you and out onto the street. The ocean was churning, dark clouds swelling overhead, the wind making the strands of hair that had come loose from your French braid swirling around your head. You just hoped you’d make it to a good stopping point before a storm blew in. 

Joel seemed particularly paranoid as you started back toward Boston. You’d picked up whatever he’d had to come out here for - he’d made you stand near the rusting cash registers of the small storefront he’d gone into while he went into the back because “who the fuck knows what’s back there and I don’t want to get my throat ripped out worryin’ about you” - and you’d also managed to grab some things that were more fun, too. Some more books for your classroom, some DVDs to sell on the black market in the QZ, some jewelry that would fetch a decent price from the few FEDRA people who could afford it. 

It had been a successful run so far. Of course Joel wanted to try to cut your portion of it as short as possible. 

“See?” You said as you neared the edge of town. “All that worry over nothing…” 

“Don’t fuckin’ jinx it,” he replied, not looking at you. You rolled your eyes just as a man emerged from a house at the edge of town. You steps stuttered to a stop and Joel’s arm swept out and all but threw you behind him before both hands were on his rifle. 

“Hey stranger,” the man ahead of you called, drawing closer. Joel raised the gun. “What’s bringing you through our neck of the woods?” 

“Just passin’ through,” Joel snapped. “Best let us keep passin’.” 

“Afraid I can’t do that,” the man said, a few more men joining him as you peered around Joel’s arm. “You’re in our territory…” 

“Fuck your territory,” Joel snapped. “So fuckin’ worried about it, let us through.” 

“There’s shit there that we’re after,” the man said. 

“So?” Joel snapped. 

“Can’t let you through if you’ve got it,” he shrugged. “So you can give us your packs…” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Or we can take ‘em off your cold, dead bodies,” he continued. “Up to you.” 

“Joel,” you hissed, sticking close behind him. 

“Shut up,” he snapped at you before turning his attention back to the man. “Ain’t happenin’. I don’t have a problem killing every last one of you, so do yourselves a fuckin’ favor and let us pass.” 

The man looked back to his men, saying something. Joel looked back at you. 

“I tell you what to do, you fuckin’ do it,” he said, voice low. “Understand me?” 

“Yeah,” you swallowed, hard. There was a crack of thunder overhead. 

“Good,” he muttered, looking straight ahead again. 

The men started forward, rifles in hand. As they drew closer, two levied them at Joel. He adjusted his grip on his weapon. You took a shaky breath. 

“Gonna need your packs,” the man said, stopping just 20 feet away from you and Joel. 

“Run!” Joel yelled as he started shooting. 

You listened, taking off for the nearest shelter you could see, Joel moving the same direction as he fired. 

“Hide!” He yelled over his shoulder at you as you ducked behind a waist-high wall around a yard. Thunder cracked and rain started to fall as you watched Joel get hit in the shoulder, knocking him back. 

“Joel!” You yelled, instinctively running for him, the sound of gunshots making you flinch. He fired two more shots, dropping the last two men just as you reached him, pulling him to his feet just as the sky opened. 

“The fuck were you thinkin’?” He snapped as he struggled to his feet. “I told you to fuckin’ hide!” 

“Yeah, well,” you snapped back. “Too damn bad.” 

The two of you went into the nearest house. You dropped Joel onto the couch and drew the curtains in case there were any more men out there. It was dumping rain now, the branches of the trees outside whipping in the wind. 

“How fuckin’ stupid are you?” Joel snapped as you helped him take his shirt off to look at his shoulder. You ignored him, going into your bag for your supplies. “Hey! I asked you a goddamn question!” 

“What, you want me to just leave you to die in the street?” You snapped. You sat beside him and gingerly touched around the bullet wound to assess it. He hissed in pain, gritting his teeth. 

“The rules are you listen to me when we’re out here!” He yelled. “I’m not gonna keep haulin’ you around if you’re gonna be that fuckin’ dumb!” 

“If I’m so dumb maybe you don’t want me pulling a bullet out of your shoulder,” you soaked gauze in alcohol and started cleaning the wound. 

“You’re a fuckin’ burden out here,” his eyes were narrowed, hard. “Can’t shoot, can’t listen, you’re useless!” 

You gritted your teeth against the tears that were welling up and threatening to choke you. 

“I’m good at putting you back together when you fuck up!” You snapped as you pressed fresh gauze to the wound and taped it into place. 

“Wouldn’t need you to if you weren’t so fuckin’ stupid!” He yelled. “And I’m tired of always having to take care of you!” 

You sat back from him, not able to stop the tears now. He looked so upset but he was still Joel.  You’d been clinging to him for so long. For so long that it felt like it was your entire life. But it hurt so much now, loving him. Being anywhere near him was painful, so much that it felt like something was taking you apart from the inside out. You knew he didn’t care about you like that anymore but, for some reason, you thought he’d always at least respect you. Think you were worth something. For so long it had seemed like he was the only person who thought you were worth something and, it turned out, you were wrong.

You were so tired of it. You were ready to be done with it, done with all of it. 

“Stay put,” Joel snapped, getting up and grabbing his shirt before he went deeper into the house. 

You ignored him, throwing on your backpack and going out the front door. 

There were no signs of any other men, at least, but it was pouring rain and you were soaked in seconds. The wind whipped around you, strong enough that it made you stumble a bit. You wondered idly if it was a hurricane. That would be appropriate, you thought. With some luck it would take you out to sea and you wouldn’t have to deal with anything else. Wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that Joel hated you so viscerally, wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that you wished you could hate him too, wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that you still loved him so much in spite of it all that you’d let him bleed you dry if he just asked. 

“Hey!” He yelled from behind you. You ignored him and kept walking. “Stop!” 

“Fuck off, Joel!” You yelled back over your shoulder. “Leave me the hell alone!” 

“The hell do you think you’re going?” He snapped, catching up to you and standing in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders. “I told you to stay put!” 

“And I told you to leave me the hell alone!” You threw his hands off you and ducked around him. 

“Hey!” He yelled again, catching you a lot quicker this time, ripping you around to face him. He was dripping wet, hair soaked. “You tryin’ to get yourself fuckin’ killed?” 

“The fuck does it matter to you for!” You yelled back. “You made it perfectly clear what you think of me…”

“Get back in the fucking house!” 

“NO!” You shoved him back, tears welling up again. “I’m done! I’m done doing this with you, Joel! I love you so goddamn much that I hate it! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

“Well I don’t hate you!” He yelled back, breathless. You just stared at him. “So just come back…” 

“What do you mean you don’t hate me?” You asked, wiping the rain and tears from your eyes. 

“The hell do you think I mean?” He snapped. 

“I don’t know! You just got done telling me how useless you think I am!” You yelled. It felt good to yell at him, to do SOMETHING besides just love him without being loved in return. “You do nothing but try to shove me away from you, you avoid me as much as you possibly can…” 

“Because I can’t handle fuckin’ losing you!” He yelled back, panting for breath. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, calming himself down. “I can’t… I can’t handle losing you, I can’t… I can’t survive that. I don’t want you out here because I can’t watch you get hurt, can’t watch you die. I… I love you too much, I can’t do it.” 

“You love me?” You asked, voice soft, stepping closer to him. 

“Can’t lose you,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “Please…” 

You leaned into him slowly, gently, and kissed him. His lips were delicate but desperate on yours, all the years of denying each other passing between you in that moment. 

“Please come inside,” he said, barely pulled back from you. “At least until the rain is done. Please, Baby.” 

You nodded. 

“Let’s go inside,” you said. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

[bunny-rambles]

“You watch yourself in fragments.”

characters; wanderer/scaramouche, gn reader

cw/tw; burn out, vent post, hurt/comfort, scara is a little teasing but he’s nice I promise

word count; 1.1k

notes; this one’s been in the drafts for a while and I had to post it so it would stop haunting my wips. it’s very personal tbh, and kind of explains why I took such a long break. thank you to venven for helping with the title and reading this over <33 please enjoy (read more function just isn’t working so I’m sorry </3)

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‘I want to give up.’

The paper underneath you is blank, much like your mind. The clock ticks, mocking you with its monotonous sound that permeates the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are glazed over. This felt like hell.

The pen slips from your hand and you let it fall to the ground, watching as it rolls away on the floor. You wanted to scream. The deadline was tonight, and you hadn’t written a single thing.

This is supposed to be what you’re good at.

The only thing you could even call a talent was the way you could weave sentences together to create something beautiful, something wonderful - something better.

Your hand closes harshly around the neatly written words, destroying what little you had and throwing it across the room. It was hopeless. Nothing you made felt right anymore. Nothing was up to your standards. You just wanted to stop.

There’s no point to any of this.

Quietly, you stand, and leave.

The fresh air does little to quell your nerves and worries, your doubts still weighing heavy on your fragile shoulders. If anything, the serenity of your surroundings only makes you sink further into your thoughts, doing very little to distract you from your own self-inflicted demise.

Lightly, you drag your finger over the surface of the waterbank you were sitting by. When the calming ripples finally cease, your empty stare focuses on the now clear reflection in the water, only to see a pair of violet eyes staring back from behind.

“Frowning like that isn’t a good look, you know.” The man behind you drawled, folding his arms over his chest. You weren’t in the mood for his teasing, the look of mild shock on your face replaced with a sharp glare at the warbled figure in the river.

“Please just go away if you have nothing better to say. I don’t want to hear it right now.” Usually, the back and forth between you was playful, very rarely stepping over the line - you knew deep down he wouldn’t ever hurt you, not on purpose. That thought was solidified when his smug smirk changed to a frown of his own, his entire demeanour changing.

He turned away.

A shaky sigh left your lips, hugging your knees tight to your chest to try to soothe the sudden sharp pain stabbing your chest.

Oh.

He really didn’t have anything to say, huh? Well, whatever. It’s not like you cared, anyway. It’s not like he did, either…

The young man seated beside you cleared his throat quietly, your breath stilling at the sound. Oh.

“Talk to me.” His words were blunt, but the softness in his voice was undeniable.

You heave a heavy sigh. Where do you even start? And how do you even describe this to him - how do you put this sensation into words? Aren’t you supposed to be good at that? Or, you suppose, weren’t you? What kind of pathetic excuse of a human were you, when you couldn’t do a single thing right? And when you finally, finally could, it was never enough. Someone was always going to be better. So…

“What’s the point anymore…”

From the sound of your voice breaking, to the way your fists were clenching the grass underneath you so tightly your knuckles had become white, distressed was a term that was an understatement for what the wanderer beside you was seeing. Still, he said nothing, his reflection in the river blurry both by the unsteady water and your forming tears. “I used to be so good at things. People used to really care about what I had to say. Me! Can you believe that?” A shaky laugh left your lips. “Now, I… The art that I’m so familiar with - It feels like I’m a stranger in my own home. It doesn’t feel so welcoming and warm. Feels empty, and suffocating. And if I don’t belong at home…” Where do I belong?

You sniffle quietly, rubbing roughly at your wet eyes. “Sorry..”

Still, he’s quiet. Strange. He usually never shuts up. And now all you want is for him to spew an insult at you, or tell you to get over it and stop being pathetic. Or just… Something. Anything. When the silence finally started to become too much, he opened his mouth.

“This isn’t what I expected from you.” At least he’s being honest, you supposed. That thought alone made you scoff quietly to yourself. “Then again… You never are what I expect out of humans. Weak, selfish, cruel… No. You’re different.” The puppet chuckles. “Still annoying, though.”

Lightly, you shove his shoulder. “Not funny.” You lie, finally smiling. He considers this a small victory.

“You remind me of the handful of good humans I’ve met in my lifetime. They all had one thing in common.”

“And what’s that?”

“They were completely unique. Had their own way of doing things, and did it in a way no one expected. From the overly kind to the too smart for their own good, each of them excelled in whatever they did. And every single time, they doubted themselves, over and over. I’ve never understood it.” The mechanical life form shakes his head. “Always asking if they came off a certain way, or if what they did was good enough. It was always more than enough. But is it even important?”

“What?”

The uncrowned god turns to look at you. “Why does it matter if it’s enough for someone else? Aren’t you doing it for yourself, anyway?”

“I…” You’re at a loss for words.

“Being enough shouldn’t even come to mind. Why do the opinions of others matter so much? You know that deep down, you’re better than what you think. And if no one recognises that, it’s their loss.” A cold hand is set on top of your own, the weight comforting, grounding. “You’re enough for me, if it truly matters to you. But really, it shouldn’t. Do it for yourself, and if you enjoy it, if you like it, then it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

For once, you have no comeback, especially when his fingers tighten around yours. There’s nothing more to say to that, other than, “You’re right. Thank you.” All you receive is a nod, and a gentle squeeze. “You’re nice when you want to be, you know?”

The one of many names scoffs. “Hah. Nice? I was simply just pointing out the obvious. Don’t think anything of it.” That makes you smile. He’s won the battle against yourself for now.

And so, troubled minds quieten and the riverbank stills once more. All is tranquil again. Until the next time. But if he is here with you, guiding you through these harsh storms and steering you away from the strikes of self doubt, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. The two of you stay there until sunrise, the silence that was once crushing now a blanket of comfort, warm and loving. The ink-stained sky blends with the bright, golden light of the dawn - the world is bright again.

Hand in hand, you’re ready to face this new day.

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Ten Minutes -

A Sarge and lil Mama fic

Summary: Elvis just might get jealous of his children, the stove, the ironing board and anything else that has your attention one hectic morning before he has to go to the Army Base

Warnings: 18+- Pregnant sex, housewife kink, cum dumping, tiny bit of 60’s style degradation, people knowing you’re going back in the house for this?! free use if you squint, dry humping a frozen pea package

Pairings: Army Elvis x wife!reader

Universe: Sarge & lil Mama

Circa 1958

“Lil darlin’, I-I’m sorry but I -not even your pancakes are distraction’ me this mornin.”

You paused, baby spoon of apple sauce half lifted to Ella’s tiny mouth and a wad of sausage stuck in your own cheek, to meet your husband’s glassy eyes. You were startled, not by what he said, but by the fact that since you had last glanced at him he had morphed, his face was now flushed, lips slack and eyes swimming -he looked so close to finishing just sitting here squirming at breakfast that you feel a tingle of shock rip through you at the sight.

Some mornings are nice and intimate, some mornings are rushed but satisfying, few morning are luxurious due to his need to be at the base early, but occasionally there are mornings like this one -where the babies didn’t sleep for you during the night, he didn’t sleep well either and every second of your waking hours this dawn is spent getting him ready for the day and preparing for the horde of relations and fans bound to flood in as soon as he returns this evening. It’s not ideal and you weren’t unaware of his longing looks but after his initial declining of your offer to have you while you changed the babies’ nappies -well, you had assumed he was too tired to want it that much.

But Elvis Presley, for all his raw need and traditional entitlement to your “yittle cunt” was a caring young man, he saw you worked off your feet and the way you were breastfeeding a baby while flipping pancakes and he knew that it was a bad time, all morning it had been a bad time. And he really tried to tell himself he could go one single morning without release. He had broken a pill addiction, he’d sweated it out and gone manic in the nights and still showed up for duty, surely, surely he could leave for once without being buried inside you.

But watching you capably swivel around your duties, swollen belly lush beneath your apron and pair of heels on, breast hanging out of your dress as his clueless child got to suck on those gorgeous nipples of yours, minutes ticking by and his ride to base about to arrive…he had gripped his fork harder and tried not to let it bother him that you seemed fine about being left empty for the morning. He had told you he’d be fine, he ought to have been fine.

But the babies were getting your attention, the stove was getting your attention, hell!- his ironed slacks got your attention but he was left to scarf down pancakes without so much much as a momentary brush of contact. Lack of sleep was making him testy, then testy turned nearly weepy as his deadline drew near.

You looked so soft and nurturing in your little domain that the once small interest his cock took in the proceedings had grown exponentially, watching you lean over the table with your generous bust displayed as you poured him orange juice and flashed him sleepy smiles, asking him about what he had planned for the day -as if he wasn’t struck mute and pussy dumb.

Now the zipper of his slacks was scraping the skin of his retracting

foreskin and he’d take a million sermons from you about the importance of wearing briefs if you would just, -touch him somehow. So he broke, broke down and admitted he couldn’t distract himself enough to prevent him waddling out of here with a flag poll between his legs. So you stared back at him in confusion, trying to decipher his meaning in the half minute allotted you before-

-Just then the sound of a car horn blared outside, his signal to leave, making you both jolt and the friction of it made him whimper, his first thudding against the table causing the babies’ eyes to widen at the sound.

Your eyes scanned from his own glassy ones down beneath the table, to the sizable tent in his khaki pants and you let out a gasp at the way Little Elvis was visibly twitching in fruitless need against his fly, a tiny dark spot forming on the light fabric from his weeping cockhead.

“Oh daddy, you shoulda told me.” you whimpered in sympathy, eyes locking with his burning one’s, apple sauce sliding off the forgotten spoon and down to the table with a splat. “I-it’s time to go, you’ll be late…”

Elvis may be the man of the house, he may have seen to your every want and provision, he may have chosen your haircut and your exercise regimen, but you were commander in chief of mobilizing the troops. If it were not for your punctuality and stern discipline in this regard, the Presley’s would never arrive anywhere within the range of punctuality. He depended on you for this firmness and it was the first true taste of power he gave you in your admittedly imbalanced relationship.

“Oh lord, we gotta get you calmed down!” you wring your hands and his eyes grew wide at your denial of his need and before he could protest, you hopped up from your seat and booked it to the freezer. Pulling out a pack of frozen peas you came back to your astounded man and placed them in his lap, kissing away the hissing cry he let out as the frigid pack landed home on his crotch.

“I’m gonna go out and tell the Major you’ll be in the drive shortly, I’ll buy you time till that little problem calms down, alright?” you were very earnest and grown up right now, kissing his sweaty forehead while holding his chin in your hand and it sunk in for him at that moment that you still craved an escape.

Abashed by the incredulous and almost angry set of his features, you glanced down to his problem and noticed how both his legs bounced beneath his clenched fists, no doubt trying to distract himself but only succeeding at bouncing the veggies against him, adding to the friction.

“Honey,” he said very low and slow, as if trying to impress a fact of life upon, “this ain’t a boo-boo, it ain’t gonna go away like that-“

“I can’t let you be late!” you wailed and his eyes started towards the babies in concern for their witnessing you raise your voice.

“I am not going out there like this-“ he swore, to himself or to you or to the army you didn’t know, but he looked near ready to cry himself, frantic red splashed across his cheeks and throat swallowing thickly.

“I know, I know,” you soothed, glancing towards the door as a more insistent set of blaring came from outside, “just, just try to think about cleaning latrines or diapers or something, Elvis, please! Please, we can’t have you being court martialed over this.”

“It’d be worth it!” he snarls, and you back away from him on instinct, slowly shuffling backwards towards the door to make that obnoxious horn shush, innocent eyes watching as something vicious takes over your husband’s face at your abandonment. As you put a clammy hand on the door handle, signifying your intentions, his lip curls up in cruel derision and you watch horrified as his lithe body undulates off the seat, hips spearing upwards in a calculated pump, the crinkly bag of peas clasped to his crotch. It was obscene and inflammatory and he leers at you cruelly as you fling the front door open, nearly suffocated by the weight of his glare.

“What about the babies?” he hollers after you as you step over the threshold into the early morning sunshine, suddenly outraged and switching tactics at you abandoning your family to stop his commanding officer from walking in on him putting on an unseemly display with a bag of vegetables. -Like you were the villain here.

“They’re strapped into the high chairs, they’ll be fine!” you assure him, trying to keep your voice unaffected by lust and pausing halfway out the door to look back at him, still glowering from his seat at the kitchen table, legs spread wide in the chair, eyes fiery and dark and the front of his pants wet from thawed frost.

Married though you were, your patience taxed though it often was, petulant though he could be, nothing could cloud your appreciation for that sight and the sheer eroticism that glowed from your man when he was revved up. It shimmered around him like an aura of desire and seemed to make his surroundings shrink and tremble from his ravenous energy. You spun away from his hypotonic stare and the suffocating closeness of your little home, shutting the door to block it out before your knees buckled and he got his way.

You swish your way down the short drive to the gate and buzzed it open, allowing the Major and his car to roll on in, a greeting on his tongue and an inquiry as to where his recalcitrant sergeant was.

“He’s coming right out!” you state confidently as he braked near the door, “I’m afraid baby Jesse dumped a bottle in his lap right as you pulled up.” and you laughed gaily as if at a funny memory, and that made the Major laugh too, because you were a pretty woman laughing and it was the polite thing to do.

More polite than unabashedly admiring the way your breasts jiggled from your mirth or how your cheeks seemed flushed and warm, like maybe you’d just been made love to, or embarrassed within an inch of your life. Elvis Presley was a lucky sod and the Major may have envied his younger subordinate but he didn’t dare try anything more than polite chit chat a good four feet apart from you.

It takes all your self possession not to scuff your shoes in a nervous tick as the moments go by and Elvis doesn’t show, his Major eyeing you up and making the most insane small talk all the while, his eyes drifting to the front door.

“Maybe I should go check on him.” you mutter, voice tight in embarrassment and full of nervousness as to what you would find in your kitchen

The Major nods encouragingly and you scamper up the walk and into your house. You haven’t much time to shut the door behind you before you register Elvis’ still sat in his seat and chewing a pancake, it gives you a swooping feeling that whatever is about to occur will be a first in your relationship. You lean back against the door in a slump and take in his cool and powerful demeanor, army jacket still slung over the chairback and tie not fully cinched, and you know for a certainty that somehow you’ve overstepped.

“You scared of me?” he asks, voice low like a rumble and it contrasts with his soft face, such a large voice for so gentle a man. But there is no anger in it, just a demand for truth.

You ponder his question, realising that there were times that you felt anxious around him, a symptom of learning him still while he had studied you for years. But, “No, sir!”, you did not fear him. There was no doubt in your mind that he would never harm you.

“Alright.” he nods, face schooled into neutral pensiveness, “Then dontchu ever run from me again, lil girl. My woman doesn't run from me, am I understood?” he didn’t need to raise his voice to make you, and plenty braver men than you, shudder and nod obediently. “Here’s how this is gonna go,” he eyes the way you clutch your skirt hem in your hands, balling it up nervously and exposing your knees while at it, “you’re gonna go out there and tell the Major I’ll be driving myself. And he’s not to object, you’re to convince him, and then you’re gonna come back inside where you belong and take care of my ‘lil problem’. Ya hearin’ me, mama?”

“I hear ya, daddy.” you whisper, knees knocking briefly just from anticipation and he doesn't fail to notice it, palms the thawed pack over himself while giving you the first genuine grin you’ve seen all morning.

“Go’on now.” he points to the door like you’re a puppy and swallowing thickly around a numb tongue you do as you’re told, you go out again and tell the Major that your husband has suddenly grown an affinity for taking a cab through the German streets to base. That he’ll make up the ten minutes that may put him behind. You offer no excuse, there’s none to give, your flaming face probably says it all. You distract yourself from his scrutiny by the sight of that old busybody neighbor watching your interaction through her binoculars. The Major is concerned that he’s done something to offend and the moments tick by and you grow more and more weary standing in the drive dumbly shrugging off his questions as you feel the babies kicking inside you and your own slick starting to slide down you leg, your well trained kitty already preparing for your husband the second he said he was gonna have you.

The front door swings open causing you both surprise and a very smiley and smarmy Elvis comes to provide reinforcements, just in his pants and shirt, good mornin’ing the Major as you watch his body buzz imperceptibly.

“Where’s the other parts of your uniform, Sergeant Presley?” the Major asks him with amused patience.

“My cover is in the dryer, sir, just ten minutes’all it’ll need.”

“You put a hat in the dryer?”

“Yessir.” he grins whitely, loping his arm around your waist and tugging you closer to him, hand splayed on your lower belly and it’s like he might as well be fingering you, your pussy contracts and jolts so strongly at his touch. “Baby Ella spilled her juice on it.” and he makes a little motion of benevolent exasperation as if to say: babies, who can tame ‘em?

“Mrs. Presley said it was your pants.” the Major wasn’t a stupid man and he liked Elvis well enough to make life a little hard for him.

“Did she now?” your husband exclaimed, “Aww well, no, no uh, it was the hat, alright, she gets a lil fuzzy headed sometimes sir, don’t ya, sweetheart?.”

“Yes Elvis.” you felt like you were spiraling somewhere high in the deep blue yonder with the feel of him pressed against you and his fingertips rubbing suggestive circles on your hipbone.

“Sergeant Presley.” the Major is grave.

“Yessir?”

“Hats are meant to get wet.”

Elvis shuffles behind you a little as he adjusts his grip on your waist and you are certain it is to hide the front of pants. “Yessir, course sir, but, but it’s also ma jacket, sir.”

“Oh no, your jacket!” the Major's face gleams with sympathy, “No soldier should ever have to wear a wet jacket. General Paton said so himself once.”

There is a pause and a eyeing up between the two men over your little head, Elvis now entirely behind you and his chin digging into the top of your scalp as he rests it on your head. You train your eyes at the upstairs window of your neighbors house and the watching figure in it.

“How long will this jacket take to dry?” the Major broke first.

“Fifteen minutes, sir, checked the dial right before I came out.”

“Sure you did.” the Major smiled, “Which means with all this chit chat there’ll only be about five left, am I correct?”

“Ten, sir.”

“Eight.”

Elvis shifts behind you again, “Wearin’ a damp jacket is poor recompense for a fella who bought ya an extra pair of fatigues last month-“ your husband never brought up his own generosity and so to do so suggested he was in dire straits.

“Alright, alright, ten minutes!” the Major throws his hands up and jerks open the car door, seating himself inside, “I’ll be waiting” he adds pointedly as your husband barely manages a salute before shuffling you in front of him back to the door posthaste, hands full of your belly and breast.

“Wave to Mrs. Meyer, lil’, don’t forget your manners, I’ve got my hands full.” Elvis giggles behind you and you wave to her and her binoculars while sticking your tongue out just as he pushes you back over the threshold.

The door clicks behind you both and he sighs at having ten minutes alone with the exaggerated curve of your spine and the feel of your lush bum against his cock -while you survey the mess of apple sauce and sweet potatoes the babies have flung at each other while in your absence, it’s on the walls and maybe the carpet and you’ll have to scrub it before anyone comes over and -and you’re being spun and backed against the entryway wall before you can take another step. He towers over you, hands engulfing your shoulders and thumbs meeting at the base of your throat, and the natural respect he elicits as your husband is magnified by the uniform. The causal dominance that pervades his every action is unbearably strong and you both feel the shudder that rips through you, a slight smirk taking over his face at the effect he has on his little wife.

“Now, we got nine and a half minutes, lil mama,” he nuzzles his nose against yours and his thumbs rub up the column of your throat, “and you best not waste it by making your daddy extract an apology from ya. You better give it willin’ and quick.”

“What’d I do?” you whimper, confused and needy, spreading your legs to accommodate him as he crowds you, trying to trap a meaty thigh between them so you can grind.

“You called poor, achey lil Elvis a problem.” he reminds you, pulling away from you and denying you friction as he undoes the plain army belt from around his elegant waist.

Tears prick your eyes as you realize your good intentions were mistaken for reluctance and you’re quick to gasp out, “I’m so sorry daddy, I didn’t mean it that way, just trying to help!”

He hums as he pulls out his cock, the engorged and vibrant length of it looking particularly lewd sticking out of his drab and pressed uniform, “Don’t need to apologize to daddy, lil mama, I knows what you intended and I appreciate ya,” he murmurs real solem and you wait intently for instructions on how to make this right, “But lil Elvis here needs a kiss for bein’ treated like a damn owie when all he’s ever done to you is fill ya up and rub ya real nice. He gets reeealll weepy and small when you’re mean to him.”

You bend so fast to penitently kiss the goey head of his uncut cock that he has to stumble back a bit to give you room. He cries out as your lips smooch his dripping head and he winds his hand in your hair and yanks you off desperately, pressing you to the wall again and devouring your tacky lips with his own. He pulls away from you panting and wild, looking very boyish again now he’s convinced of your own fever, and without a second thought he grips the front of your dress and rips the fastened placket open, buttons flying everywhere. He groans down at the sight of you in heels with your pantyless cunt exposed, a sign of your obedience to his house rules.

“Turn round now,” his voice is gentle but gone beyond rough as he maneuvers you to lean and face the wall, hands splayed against the dry wall and back arched by instinct, “we ain’t got much time, and while it would serve ya right if I left you clenchin’ round nothin I can’t ever be cruel to the likes of you Mrs Presley, so you best be ready for me.”

“Please, daddy, I’m ready.” you lay your burning cheek against the cool drywall, feeling him flip up the scrap of skirt still left, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as the babies knock the remaining food off their trays.

“Spread those pretty legs, mama.” the toe of his show nudges your instep and you arch and spread further, readying for the burning plunge of his entry.

What you get instead is a resoundingly loud spank against the sopping wet oasis between your legs and it hits just right, pain and pleasure enough for you to shudder and gush through your folds and down your legs to his immense delight.

“Now that’s for being a hypocrite.” he crows and he is suddenly prying something between your stiff fingers and the wall, you realise in a daze it’s his watch. “You count the minutes out to me, alright?” he commands, splaying the hand wet from your cunt across your belly as he does indeed push inside you this time, and it makes you spasm, barely able to hold yourself upright from the feel of him pushing through the fluttering aftershocks of your petite orgasm. The squelch is deafening in the quiet house and it’s all the assurance he needed, his tone cocky as he bottoms out,

“Actin’ like I’m a damn imposition when you’ve got a ‘lil problem’ yourself. And I do mean little, this tiny pussy is a greedy little menace, make no mistake.” he sets a hard and deep pace that is meant to make him burst in under eight minutes, and you take it like he’s taught you to, with deep breaths and moans and a constant irrepressible clenching of your vaginal walls, “Hell, baby, you’re gushin’ so bad I can hardly stay in, why, the Major was liable to smell ya you’re so oiled.”

“I-I-I wanted you!” you wail in protest through the rough smacking of his hips against your butt, “I really did. I-I always do, I-I just d-didn’t want it to reflect badly on you.”

“I know, I know, real sweet of ya.,” he coos in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck as he grunts and huffs from exertion, “But peas baby? Really?”

“I didn’t know-“

“You’d don’t know much of nothin’ but how to take cock.” he chuckles at your answering whine, his large hands wandering ceaselessly over your wobbling curves.

Your legs start to give out from the overstimulation, having hit your peak too soon and now being subjected to a merciless battering of your sweet spot, you mewl out the passing minutes and claw at the wall. Your obvious desperation sends a thrill through him, egging him on through his burning thighs to give you all he’s got before the clock runs out.

“Little problem” he mimics your own voice mockingly in your ear, but it’s huffy as he’s getting worn down too, “little problem. A-a-anything about t-t-this feel little, sweetheart?” he jams himself in deep as you howl, bent at the waist and scratching the paint, head hung between your shoulders as you try to endure the horrifyingly delicious ordeal.

“Elvis, Elvis, Elvis,” you chant, eyes going fuzzy as you stare down at your shoes.

“Almost, honey, almost,” he whines himself, arm coming around your chest and hauling you upright against him, like his own little doll as he mouths at your cheek and ruts up inside you desperately. “Bein’ so good, so good for me, good lil wife like always. Don’t make ‘em like you no more, I got a keeper and, oh Lord Jesus help me I can’t breath, goddamn baby, I -uh, uh uh, huh, uh,”

You throw your arm back and grip his ass, pulling him deep and the drag of him makes you jolt, “C’mon daddy, show me I did good, give me that cream, gonna be raw without it.”

He sounds like he’s choking, burning hand squeezing your bare breast so hard a little milk dribbles out over his knuckles and he bucks up into you deep, so deep and it’s the most blissful feeling being the cause of this complete loss of control on his part as you feel the soothing splatter of his cum paint your walls.

He staggers back into the opposite wall with you still limply impaled, your heels scuffing the floor, and you both pant, his cheek smushed against yours and his hands cradling your full belly. “How’s that now?” he wheezes and you grin at his need to keep the upper hand after the pathetic amount of mewling he just let out, “You all full’n happy now, hmm?”

You nod shyly and take a hand from your belly and guide him down to your dripping foldings and you both hum at the heat coming from the poor abused petals. “Swirl it around daddy,” you remind him, “I’ll get all bruised if you don’t spread it around, ‘member what you taught me?”

“Mhmm, yeah, gotta spread it round, that’s right.” he swirls his exiting spend around your puffy cunt and he gives your little bud one last pat with his broad palm before pulling his cock out fully and picking your boneless body up in his arms.

He lays you on the couch tenderly, eyeing the torn dress falling off your ripe figure, and his heart swells at your sweet acceptance of him, the way you look content and knowing lying there wrecked and oozing. A building little cry from the high chairs snaps him out of his daze, reminding him of the ticking clock and the rest of the world outside of your warm eyes. He bends down and kisses you firmly, a quick but unmistakable show of thanks.

“I’ll get her.” you tell him, making to haul your jellied self off the couch.

“No, no stay, I’ll bring ‘em to ya.” he pushes your shoulder back down softly, trying to wrestle his pant fly closed as he makes his way towards the babies.

“There’s an extra pair of pressed trousers hanging in the laundry room.” you murmur through your tingly haze at the sight of his drenched slacks.

He gives you a grin of his own and shucks off the ruined pants halfway across the kitchen, hobbling with them to the adjoining laundry room, warbling to Ella which predictably makes her hush her crying for a brief moment to watch him pass in infantile astonishment.

“How’m I doin’ mama?” you hear him holler over the sound of the kitchen faucet running, he having stripped the babies of their sweet potato covered onesies and chosen to carry them at arms length to the sink, one by one, and hosing them off there.

“Thirty four seconds, Sarge.”

He appears over the back of the couch, a wet and naked baby in each elbow crook, his shirt sticking to his chest from their dampness, and you laugh at the hopelessness of the Major believing any of your excuses. “Here’s the lil critters.” he plops them on your exposed chest and you clutch them to you as they start to root around for a nipple, never satisfied.

He tugs on his jacket and cinches his tie, smoothing his hair back, hat clutched in his hand and he looks so very presentable striding over to you while you’re here in disarray, covered in children, cum and fabric scraps.

He pauses beside the couch to survey the pile of humans he loves, “Never seen’a prettier sight in all my life.” he whispers earnestly and you know he means it, all teasing gone.

You stretch your hand out to give him his watch back and his fingers linger over yours as he takes, and it thrills you like it’s the first time. “See ya later, soldier.” you whisper against his lips as a car horn blares outside.

[lucagray813]

Anything for Free Noodles

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1,683

Main Characters: Tang, Pigsy, MK

Relationships: Tang & Pigsy (Pre-relationship Freenoodles), Tang & MK, Pigsy & MK

Summary: Pigsy needs an emergency babysitter, Tang was regrettably the only option available.

Additional Tags: Pre-canon, slice of life

CW: None

Link to AO3 Version

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Tang had been coming to Pigsy's Noodles for a number of years, it had started out as somewhere to go and study but obviously with food that good he rarely went anywhere else.

And having become such a loyal customer he also ended up becoming quite friendly with the titular Pigsy. So much so that the pig demon was happy for Tang to sit in the restaurant while it was shut between the lunch and dinner rush.

He'd even had plenty of friendly chats with Pigsy's grandmother, Xiùyīng, and was a friendly face to Pigsy's adoptive son, MK.

He wasn't super great with small kids but turns out that didn't really matter to MK - the boy had endless energy and never seemed to run out of things to say. He'd been the victim of his one-sided conversations a number of times over the years.

A quick look to Pigsy or Xiùyīng was enough to have them whisk him away but as long as he wasn't cramming for a deadline he could tolerate it. His father and grandmother as obviously as they loved him could do with a five minute break now and then.

It was on a seemingly normal day that things took an unexpected turn. MK had been upstairs watching TV, Pigsy had been preparing for the dinner rush and he had been quietly studying at the counter when Pigsy had received a call that he left to take in another room.

Completely frazzled, Pigsy had stormed back into the room shortly after and quickly started to tidy things away.

More than a little concerned he asked, "Er, Pigsy? Everything alright?"

Pigsy whipped around to face him after grabbing some paper. And while writing he explained shortly, "Hospital called. My grandma's had a fall. I need to get there asap. Tang, I'm really sorry but I need to close the shop for the day."

He then moved to stick the hastily written sign on the door as Tang responded with concern, "Is she ok?"

Pigsy responded, "She's not dying but sounds like she's got one hell of a concussion and leg injury out of it. She's going to be in at least overnight. I need to go to her's, pick up her stuff and then get to the hospital."

Pigsy shot a worried look at the stairs that led up to his apartment before turning back to him a little desperate, "Tang, I know I'm asking a lot here but MK does not handle stress well. Would you be able to watch him for a couple hours? Please?"

Even seeing how harried Pigsy was he couldn't help but be reluctant, "Me? Are you sure? You don't have anyone better suited...?"

Pigsy pleaded with him, "Not on such short notice. Plus he knows you and you know he's a good kid." He looked away for a moment before he played his winning card, "Look, do this for me and noodles are on the house for the week."

Free noodles? For a week? For basically sitting here like he had been planning to? He'd be crazy to pass that up!

Trying not to let the excitement take over, he responded, "For you Pigsy? Anything!"

Pigsy snorted, not at all surprised or impressed at his quick turnaround but he didn't pass comment - the important thing was he had a babysitter.

He grabbed another piece of paper, "This is my number. Call me if you need anything. Feel free to go upstairs. I hopefully shouldn't be gone that late but there's enough leftovers in the fridge upstairs for both you and MK."

He handed the number to him and paused for a moment, sincerity clear as he said, "Tang. Thank you for this."

He didn't get a chance to respond before Pigsy turned and sharply called MK's name. A thump was heard from above followed by the thundering of a child running down the stairs.

MK appeared looking worried, "I was just watching TV!"

Given how Pigsy had called him, Tang wasn't surprised that MK had assumed the worst. He'd been given a fright by the shout as well.

Pigsy seemed to realise this too and he kneeled down as he waved MK over to him, "You're not in trouble. I just need to go out for a bit so Mr. Tang is going to watch you, ok?"

MK was immediately distressed, "You're going out just now? But the shop's about to open!"

Pigsy had a hand on his shoulder as he responded, "We're going to be shut for a little bit but I'll be back in a few hours. You won't even notice that I'm gone."

This didn't seem to appease him at all, "But where are you going? Did something happen?" He glanced at Tang, "Where's grandma? Why can't she come watch me?"

Tang watched in real time as Pigsy struggled to come up with what to say, he clearly didn't want to tell MK the truth but a believable lie seemed beyond him.

He settled on, "Your grandma went out for the day, remember? Look, I promise everything is ok and I'll explain it all when I get back but I really need to get going. Can you be good for Mr. Tang?"

Very reluctantly, MK nodded. Pigsy ruffled his hair and kissed his head before standing up, "Thata boy. I'll be back before you know it."

Through out all of this Tang had been doing his best to give them some privacy, playing around with his phone long after he'd saved Pigsy's number and sent him his own.

Pigsy thanked him once more before heading out, and MK looked so sad as he stood by the window and waved goodbye, standing there long after Pigsy was gone from sight.

Tang was starting to regret agreeing to this in the face of such upset. Pigsy and Xiùyīng had both mentioned before that MK was a bit of a sensitive kid but he'd never seen him like this and he was feeling exceedingly underqualified.

Slowly, MK turned around to face him and for a moment they just stared at each other while Tang racked his brain on what to say to an upset looking seven year old.

Glancing at his paper on Chinese mythology and then back to MK he weakly offered, "Er... Ever heard of the Monkey King?"

----

Several hours later, Pigsy returned home to find him and MK sitting upstairs, empty food bowls surrounding them, while watching an age appropriate cartoon retelling of Journey to the West.

Tang paused the show as he saw Pigsy walk closer, and MK had looked ready to complain loudly before he realised who was back. With an excited shout he ran over to his father, wasting no time telling him everything he'd learned about the Monkey King in the time he'd been away.

Pigsy looked confused but nodded along anyway. Though he interrupted MK's embellished retelling of Monkey King's adventures to say, "Sounds like you've had a great time with Mr. Tang, huh? You can tell me all about it after I see him off, ok?"

Tang took the hint and started to pack up his things and as he made his way over. Pigsy picked up MK and prompted him, "What do we say to Mr. Tang?"

Obediently MK chimed out a "Thank you, Mr. Tang!"

Pigsy then gently tossed a happy MK on to the couch with a, "Good boy. I'll be back up in a minute."

Tang smiled and said his goodbyes as he followed Pigsy down the stairs and to the front door.

Pigsy looked exhausted but he at least seemed less stressed than he had earlier. His gratitude was clear though, "Thanks again, Tang. He behaved himself right?"

Tang nodded, "Oh yeah, he was totally fine. He was a bit upset after you left but he bounced back fast. How was your grandmother?"

Pigsy sighed, "She'll be alright but she's dislocated her hip so she's going to be out of action for a while. She'll be in the hospital for a few more days so that gives me time to get my room set up for her."

Tang hissed in sympathy at the injury but curious he asked, "Where will you sleep?"

Pigsy shrugged, "Guess I'll be on the couch for a while. Might have an old futon hidden away somewhere but I'll sort it out."

He supposed there was no way around it - she wouldn't be able to move on her own for a while and Pigsy wouldn't be able to work and take care of her if she wasn't here.

Still he felt bad at how busy Pigsy's foreseeable future was looking so he offered, "Well, if you need me to, I'm sure I could babysit MK again for a bit."

Pigsy laughed slightly, "Trying to earn yourself a lifetime's worth of free noodles?"

Tang grinned. He couldn't say the thought hadn't crossed his mind, "Well, if you're offering..."

Pigsy rolled his eyes but smiled at him, "I appreciate the offer and I might have to take you up on it sometime. But thanks again for today - sorry I've kept you here so late."

Tang waved him off, "We both know I've been here way later than this." He then paused a little concerned, "You're not going to open the restaurant again tonight, are you?"

Pigsy shook his head, "I had thought about it but I need to go tell the kid what's happened and I already know he's going to be pretty upset over it... Not to mention I'm exhausted. I think I'll survive missing one night."

Glad to hear it and not wanting to keep him from MK any longer, he said his goodbyes and started his walk back home.

He was surprised to find himself a little excited to come back and share more stories of the Monkey King to MK. He'd never met someone as enthusiastic as himself about the old legends.

It wouldn't take him, or Pigsy, long to realise he'd sparked a love that would last a lifetime.

--End--

LMK Fanfic Masterlist

[riewritten]

Idk I love every scene you write, mostly Erwin physically touching the Mc, hugging her, comforting her etc. or you can draw one of your favorite scenes

this got nothing to do with what OP was originally talking about (they r talking about dusk in the brightest fanfic btw) but hey. the prompt is suddenly in line w/ my mood.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄?

ERWIN X GEN!NEUTRAL READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

WORDS: 1.2k

idk what to tag aside from fluff & comfort bc the author is having an utterly terrible day again. i am scraping every bit of serotonin boost i could get because :( it’s just so :(

Heap of documents splattered across the table, to-dos that you weren't able to note hence long forgotten, the messages you intentionally leave unopened because it makes you sick, and all your utterances of "Okay, I'll get on to this one once I'm not burdened by the other task," which is, in hindsight, very counterintuitive because you can't even function anymore — because everything makes you sick. And there's this looming worry that, what if, what if this is all I could get?

"Hey,"

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

"Look at me,"

If I can't accomplish more—if I won't be able to finish this all, how dare I say I'll reach places farther than where I am?

What if—

Thoughts were cut off when a warm huge palm took a hold of your cheek.

"I told you to look at me."

"Oh, Erwin, regarding the deadline, I'm currently on it now. Have you seen the email I sent for your approval? A-and—" you panicky roamed at the papers in search of something you can't even mentally grasp as of the moment. 

Only to halt in sheer terror when you hear Erwin sigh as he sat on the table.

Now you can't look at him in the eye, "I'm so sorry. I'll do better next time."

"There's something more important for you to do better right now."

You met his eyes in a hitch. But even before you could respond, Erwin took hold of your hand; his fingers then started massaging your palm.

He first pressed on your thenar—a point just below your thumb. It was an utterly gentle massage, perhaps aware that with wrong pressure, his broad and strong fingers could instead hurt you. "Does your head hurt?"

You think there are lots of questions that are more important to ask right now, but still, "Yes, a bit."

He hummed, then his hands moved a bit. Still below your thumb, but leaning towards its edge. He pressed on it—repeatedly, languidly, while looking at you with features tranquil—perhaps he's trying to pass the same mood to you.

"Erwin, I have lots to do that will become backlogs if—"

"Shh,"

You purse your lips out of instinct.

You could laugh—hell, you would, but that doesn't erase his gentle command. For long you've been with Erwin, you already know that the most serious favors (or orders) are the ones he delivered with sheer gentleness. 

"How about your back? Does it hurt?"

"Uh huh. I've been seated all day."

After a last press, his fingers transferred to the point below your pinky. He silently did his work yet again, and now you feel the effects of it.

"Wow. Where did you learn this?"

"It's called acupressure. I actually already do this to you during the most random of times. Bet you thought I was just playing with your hands."

You chucked; yes, all this time you thought Erwin was just mindlessly fumbling your hands.

"And, for the last one…" He didn't ask a question this time around. His silly giant fingers just automatically shifted to the lower part of your palm, parallel to where your ring finger rests. "Here we go."

"What is this part for, Mr. Smart?"

The question was followed suit with a bell—the signal that the work shift is over. 

Finally, Erwin clicked a warm smile, scooted his head lower and gave your lips a small peck. After all, when the work shift is over, he can go all lovely on you again.

"Thank you," you whispered as soon as he withdraw his lips on yours. "So, what does this part of my palm cure, hm?"

He pressed on that spot again, his smile—while not gone at all—toned down a bit. A slight squint of your eyes and you'd think he turned quite lamentful.

"This part eases anxiety."

Your smile faded, something Erwin already anticipated. 

It's not because he confronted you so subtly, but he also didn't bother asking if you really are before pressing on that part. He saw it so well.

"I'm all fine now," you halted his fingers by squeezing your hand on it. "Let me get back to my work."

"Nuh-uh, shift's done now."

To establish the off-work mood, Erwin worked on removing his necktie. If you weren't so tired you'd gush at how hot the sight was, but then again, he didn't give you time to process everything. He slyly stood up and covered your eyes with the tie.

You are being blindfolded by your man. Why?

"Hey, the hell—"

"Shh," he landed a kiss on top of your head. You heard him roam his pocket, then a opening pop came. Not long after, a strong scent tingled your senses. 

"What is that? It smells like lavender."

"Heh," Erwin proudly huffed. "Levi bought me one. It's an essential oil."

You laughed a bit loudly. Now, despite his eccentricities, you can't help but be endeared. Oh, what were your concerns again? What about staying in the same place for the rest of your life?

Not like the bother would subside just like that, but this is one of the things you'd be willing to stay in for the rest of your life.

"Old fart."

"Am I, now?" Erwin cooed as his finger damped the oil on the tip of your nose—just so you'd smell it more. "Such a handsome old man, am I not?"

You grinned softly. "And all mine."

Despite the constricted vision, you're sure as hell Erwin's smiling from behind too. He genuinely loves whenever you speak of owning him.

"See, your handsome old man wants you to sleep a bit but your mind is not being kind to you right now."

"And what does it have to do with getting my eyes blind?"

"It is so your brain momentarily shuts the fuck up. It would most likely start when it doesn't see anything anymore, no?"

"Watch your mouth, mister."

You felt his lips on yours, teasingly so, with fingers—pleasantly reeks of lavender—gliding over your cheeks. The sweet exchange, soft chapped lips, and little bit of tounge playing at the corner of your lips covered you in utter solace. This is all you could wish for, all you needed. Just the thought of your needs being met at its most tipping core renders you lightheaded.

That's why when Erwin withdrew from the kiss, you were already panting.

"Yeah? What's with watching my mouth, hm?"

"More."

"I'll give your demands once you grant mine."

"What's your demand? Fuck."

"Sleep."

"How can I sleep with this. Please."

Just as if he knew the answer. Erwin grabbed you to stand up, sat on the chair, and had you sit on his lap instead. He urged you to burry your head on the crook of his neck, engulfed your figure to his embrace, and uttered soothing hums.

Indeed, it was answered. Seconds away and you're already lulled to sleep.

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

Well, if you have this lovingly eccentric man on your side, the farthest could never be absolute.

What if this is all I could get?

What is more to get than a love this gentle?

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MORE OF SWEET SUBTLETIES: EPISODIC SERIES HERE

sorry. i know there are some series u want to be updated more than this, but im just too down and mind fucked to strategize. all i can do is a self-insert. yes, this is the first ever genuine self-insert ive made

bc today i emptied my bank acc due my mom's hospital emergency, spilled coffee on my work laptop, and almost cried with all the work i had to do bc it daunted to me that im not even keeping up with the schoolworks that i missed yet due to the weeklong out-of-town conference we had in work.

and it's seriously taxing questions of what if this the farthest i could get bc of how incapable i am? honestly, i'd rather die than stay in where i am rn.

DILLEMA ASIDE, erwin is the embodiment of my support system in my previous environment! yes, the acupressure and ointment is a habit my ex taught me (hope they’re in a good place rn. theyre such a kind person!!)

[viktormaru]

Some new years rambling

I dont want to get too personal bcs this is the internet but still I want to get something out... for me at least! For posteriority, since I dont really keep journals or anything like that

But anyone who wants to read me ramble is welcome to read this as well, and well... happy new year you guys!

Its been a very long year for me personaly

I made a lot of big changes in my life: Took a big step by moving on my own for the first time, became almost completely independent financially, started my transition, saw my first concert, worked on keeping friendships even at a distance, grew close to someone i care a lot about... it has not been easy at all, hell its been a roller coaster of emotions and problems and I havent really solved them all and Im still struggling with a lot... but... im taking steps towards having a better life... or a REAL life, something I want to live or that I can be content with. its... well, its a big deal!

I remember when I was 18 and the year was turning, i was tipsy and alone at my mother's house hiding from the noise of fireworks and sobbing my eyes out because i thought i hit my deadline to "Fixing" myself and I didnt manage to do it but also didnt have the courage to end things. I felt pretty fucking lost back then, I thought life would always be this... this sludge of nothingness, and I felt a lot of guilt abt it too

But now here I am, struggling but making an effort, and aiming for something more despite how far behind I feel I am. I feel optimistic, hell, I feel like happiness is achievable. Its both scary and a huge relief.

IDK... I guess I'll keep doing my best, and I'll try to be kinder to myself regarding my flaws and my mistakes. I'll forgive myself more, and because of it I'll push myself more as well to be better, to do better, and aim for something good for me.

here's a few concrete wishes I have for my next year!!!

Get a driver's liscence: Now that my legal name is changed and my face is changing as well... doing anything regarding legal documents isnt as scary

Manage to work out for a year: hormones are giving me more confidence to look at myself. And now is the perfect time to try building muscle mass! Oh and be healthy i guess LOL

Figure out a better cleaning routine: My poor house has suffered so much under my carelessness and stress... im so sorry...

Get a bycicle: much needed means of transport in my city to be more independent

Work harder on portfolio and job seeking: again the legal documents thing made it very scary for me to do this... im a bit more confident now

Adopt a pet: this one will happen if I feel ive become responsible enough both with chores and money

thats all

Again, happy new year to anyone reading this, and for me... well... you know what you gotta do

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Maybe

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, platonic friends

Summary: Hondo knows something is wrong one night when Maverick isn't acting like himself. After a little persuasion, he gets Mav to reveal some painful secrets that affect his past and present. But maybe there is still hope for the future.

Word Count: 1724

TW: Hurt/ Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Angst, Drinking to Numb Pain, Mentions of Cancer, Mentions of Betrayal, Hondo being a supportive friend

Note: Thank you so much to @green-socks for not only the discussion that this idea developed from, and for beta reading, but also for being such an amazing and supportive friend 💖

Hondo deserves so much more love than he gets so here is my part! I hope you like it!

This was not what Hondo had expected when Maverick asked him for drinks after work. Usually when they went out, Maverick would have a few too many beers, flirt with anyone within a twenty-foot radius, and – if he struck out – would have Hondo drive him home. But the Warrant Officer didn’t mind. Now that his son had left for college, he was never in a hurry to return to his empty apartment.

However, tonight was different. Mav had been downing beers as usual, only this time he was becoming more and more withdrawn with every one he drank. Hondo couldn’t understand it. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened at work that would put him in this kind of mood, and as far as he knew, Maverick wasn’t seeing anyone that might be causing relationship drama. 

But it wasn’t until Maverick finished his fourth beer and started to order a whiskey that Hondo spoke up. “Hey man, maybe you should have a water next? Just slow down a bit. There’s no rush, we can be here all night.”

Mav ignored him and took the drink that the bartender offered him. In a single shot, he downed it before slamming the now-empty glass onto the bartop. “Another.”

But as the bartender turned to get one, Hondo waved him off. Standing up, he grabbed Mav’s arm and tried to ease him off his stool. “No, we’re done here.”

However, Mav just yanked his arm away and growled, “No one’s keeping you here. Go if you want. You’re not my babysitter.”

“Well, it seems like somebody should be if you’re gonna be acting like an idiot…. More of an idiot than usual.” 

Maverick grumbled something under his breath and hunched down deeper into his jacket. Hondo sighed. There was more going on tonight than just a few too many beers and a bad attitude. 

Settling back onto his own stool and adjusting his glasses, Hondo placed his hand on Mav’s shoulder. “Talk to me, Mav. Something is clearly bothering you. Whatever it is, it won’t leave this bar. Just let me help.”

Maverick stared down at the bartop for a long moment. But when he spoke, his words had lost all their harsh bite. Instead, he seemed almost on the verge of tears. “He got his wings today.”

Hondo waited for him to explain further but the Captain remained silent. Softly prodding him, he asked, “Who did?”

“Bradley, my godson. He got his wings today and I couldn’t be there.”

This was the first time Maverick had ever mentioned a godson, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. Whenever Hondo talked to Mav about his son, the other man seemed to understand exactly what he was dealing with. Like he had experience raising, or at least dealing with a teenage boy before. It also perfectly explained this depressive mood Maverick was in. 

Squeezing his shoulder tighter, Hondo said,  “Aw, man. I’m sorry, Mav. You should have said something sooner. Maybe I could have talked to some people, pushed some deadlines. We could have found a way to get you there.”

For the first time that night, Mav gave him the ghost of a smile. “Thanks, Hondo. But getting leave wasn’t the issue. Hell, I would have gone AWOL and faced ten court martials or even let them take my own wings if it meant being there today. But he didn’t want me there. He hasn’t wanted me there for years.”

Maverick tried to catch the bartender’s eye once more, but Hondo drew his attention back to their conversation with an accusatory, “What did you do?”

Mav was taken aback. “What do you mean ‘what did I do’? Why would you just assume–”

“Because I know you, Mav. You’re brass, outspoken, don’t listen to others, and bend the rules to do whatever you think is right. So, if I had to guess, you did something the kid didn’t agree with?”

“Something like that.” When Hondo continued to stare at him, Mav sighed. “He applied to the Naval Academy his senior year of high school, but I got his papers pulled.”

That was not the answer Hondo had been expecting. “Why the hell would you do that? Especially if you are this upset about missing him getting his wings?”

“It’s a long story, but I promised his mom.” Maverick chuckled mirthlessly. “You know, I’ve never told anyone about this except for Ice.”

Hondo released his hold on Maverick’s shoulder and settled back on the stool. “I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I just want to help. I hate seeing you like this, man.”

“I know.” Maverick’s smile grew stronger as he looked at the Warrant Officer. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe it would be nice to get it off my chest.”

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Bradley’s dad was my RIO and my best friend but I got him killed during a training exercise while we were at Top Gun. After that, I tried my best to help Carole out and tried to be half the dad Goose was.” Maverick’s voice shook slightly and he rubbed his eyes with the cuff of his sleeve. “I thought losing Goose was the hardest thing I would ever have to go through, but then Carole got sick. In less than a year she went from the most vibrant, energetic soul to this shell of a person. It was heartbreaking, as was watching Bradley try everything he could to help her through it.”

“She never asked me for a single thing as long as I knew her. But laying there, in her last moments, she asked me to keep Bradley from flying. He had never actually told us, but we both knew he wanted to join the Navy and get his wings. And after what happened to Goose…. She had done so much for me over the years, I had to at least try to honor her wishes. Plus, I just don’t think he was ready. So, when Bradley applied to the Academy, I pulled his papers.”

“I’m so sorry, Mav.” Hondo shook his head, unable to imagine how hard that must have been knowing how much Bradley wanted what Maverick was being asked to take away. Talk about a rock and a hard place. “What did he say when you told him it was what his mother wanted?”

Mav shrugged. “I never told him. I considered it at first, but after I saw how much he hated me for what I did…. He had already lost her. He didn’t need to lose the memory of her too. There was no point in that.”

Hondo didn’t stop him this time when Mav flagged down the bartender, but he was pleasantly surprised when Mav just asked for water. Maybe getting this off his chest really was helping. Hondo didn’t want to push it too far, cross the line and make Maverick shut down, but he took a chance and asked, “When was the last time you saw Bradley?”

“The day he found out about his papers. He came home furious, accusing me of destroying his future. I tried to come up with some explanation, but without being able to give him my real reason, it just felt hollow and he knew it. He cursed me out and said he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I tried reaching out a few times afterwards, hoping he calmed down, but he always refused to talk to me. Eventually, I realized it was just better to leave him alone. Though I still kept tabs on him from a distance, which is how I knew about today.”

The bartender placed a glass of water on the bartop in front of Maverick, but he just stared into it as if maybe the clear liquid held the answer to his years-old problem. If only it were that easy. 

Running his finger through the condensation on the side of the glass, Mav said, “ You know, I always sort of thought he’d follow in his old man’s footsteps and become a backseater, but no. He’s gonna be a pilot.”

“Like you.”

“Like me.”

“Then maybe, somewhere deep inside, Bradley hasn’t written you off completely. Maybe he still looks up to the man who helped raise him despite what happened. And maybe, there is hope for the future,” Hondo said softly.

“Maybe. But not today.” Maverick finally picked up the glass and took a long sip. As he placed it back down, he stood up. “I think you should probably drive me home. We have a busy day tomorrow. And…. thank you for tonight. You’re a really great friend, Hondo.”

Hondo smiled and climbed off his stool. “Anytime, Captain.”

Hondo thought back to that night in the bar as he stood at attention while Maverick walked into the hangar to address the recruits. In the years since, Mav had shown him numerous photos of Bradley – or Rooster – so Hondo had been able to pick out the younger pilot instantly amongst the other aviators. Mav had already warned him the day before that Rooster would be here and that there was no telling how he would react to seeing Mav there. 

It hadn’t been easy to watch. As Rooster realized who their new instructor was, the happy, excited smile that had been on his face just seconds before was instantly replaced with a tight-jawed glower. He shifted in his seat and, for a moment, Hondo wondered if the man was about to bolt from the room. But he remained where he was, and when Maverick managed to catch his eye for just a moment, he glanced away. Maverick’s chest seemed to deflate slightly at that, but he began his speech as if nothing had happened.

As Maverick spoke, Hondo examined Rooster’s face closely. There was anger, hurt, and betrayal – as was to be expected – as Rooster’s eyes darted around the room, trying to focus on anything but the man in front of him. However, there was also a tiny glimmer of something else. Something soft and tender. Something Hondo had seen many times on his own son’s face when he looked at him. Something that made Hondo smile. 

Maybe he had been right and was hope for Maverick and Rooster’s relationship after all.

“And we’re off.”

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[arxxq]

CHAPTER ONE — SILLY NICKNAMES?

The soft glow of dawn filtered through Y/N’s curtains, casting the room in gentle hues of pink and orange. The city outside was still quiet, save for the occasional hum of early commuters. To her own surprise, Y/N found herself awake at this ungodly hour, blinking in disbelief as her phone’s alarm flashed 5:30 AM.

“Ugh, I actually woke up on time,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She wasn’t the type to rise before the sun unless absolutely necessary, but today? Today was different, like the universe had aligned to make sure she had more hours to conquer. Maybe it was the adrenaline from yesterday’s debate, still fresh in her system, or the looming deadlines she had to finish by the end of this day? Who knows?

Dragging herself out of bed, she headed for the bathroom, hoping the warm shower would shake off the remnants of sleep clinging to her like a fog. The water cascaded down her back, a soothing reminder of the calm before the storm—a storm called ‘highschool deadlines.’ the girl groaned in the showers having reminded of the large pile of things she has to do today.

Once dressed and ready, she padded out to the kitchen, where the smell of frying eggs and toast wafted through the air. Her roommates, Izumi and Haruka, were already up, bustling around the kitchen like two chefs preparing for battle.

“Morning, sunshine,” Izumi greeted, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she flipped a pancake in the pan.

“You’re up early, for once,” Haruka chimed in, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “What, did hell freeze over?”

“Ha ha,” Y/N deadpanned, sliding into her usual seat at the kitchen table. “I have deadlines, okay? Thought I’d be productive today.”

She took a chair and shoved toast into her mouth. She reached for her laptop, which had been sitting untouched since last night, and flipped it open. The bright screen illuminated her face as she took a bite of toast, scrolling through the various tabs she had left open. There were assignments she needed to finish, readings to catch up on, and… an email notification. Her heart did a small leap as her eyes caught the subject line.

From: Anonymous.

Her mysterious pen pal had replied.

They've been talking once in a while, it's mostly just Y/n talking about her day since of course her mysterious pen pal had already told her they weren't amazing with words.

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, her curiosity piqued. She hadn’t expected to hear back so soon, but here it was. The email she had been half-expecting, half-forgetting about amidst the chaos of her life.

She clicked on the message, her fingers lightly tapping the keyboard as she read:

---

Hey,

Sorry for the late response. I’ve been swamped lately with practice and classes. I hope you’ve been well.

I still liked the idea of keeping things a little mysterious between us. Makes it more interesting, don’t you think? Not that I haven't mentioned this multiple times but now...

Y/N snorted softly, amused by his dry tone. He—or whoever this was—seemed to have a similar sense of humor to her. She liked that. Leaning back in her chair, she pondered her reply, her fingers hovering over the keys before she began typing.

Hey there!

No worries about the late reply—I get it. Life’s been chaotic on my end too.

Also, since we’re keeping things interesting, how about we drop the whole ‘pen pal’ or ‘anonymous’ thing? It feels kind of... detached, you know?

I had this embarrassing childhood nickname, “Honey.” Long story short, I used to smear honey all over myself as a kid—don’t ask. It stuck. Why don’t we use nicknames instead? Could be fun!

Looking forward to hearing your story,

— Honey (I can't believe I'm actually owning up to it HELP)

Y/N smirked as she hit send, the adrenaline of the moment leaving a lingering excitement. Of course, she didn’t expect an immediate reply; whoever this was seemed just as busy as she was. Still, the conversation was a nice escape from the usual university grind.

“Was that your mystery email person again?” Izumi asked, sliding a plate of pancakes in front of Y/N.

Y/N glanced up with a raised brow. “Yep. I think I suggested the nickname thing just to see what he comes up with.”

Haruka, who had been sipping her coffee quietly, chuckled. “Watch him come back with something worse than ‘Honey.’”

“Can’t be worse than yours,” Y/N shot back, making the girls laugh.

As they chatted, Y/N noticed the time ticking by faster than she expected. She glanced at her laptop again, realizing she had spent way too much time enjoying breakfast and procrastinating on her assignments.

“Crap!” she exclaimed, bolting upright from the table. “I’m gonna be late for class!”

Izumi smirked, unimpressed by the sudden rush. “Told you not to get distracted.”

With her backpack hastily thrown over her shoulder and one last gulp of coffee, Y/N was out the door, racing against time. As she hurried down the bustling campus paths, she couldn’t shake the feeling that today held more than just deadlines. There was something about her anonymous pen pal’s email that lingered in her thoughts, like a thread connecting them in ways she couldn’t yet understand.

But for now, she had to focus on getting to class. Everything else could wait.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Meanwhile, Rin's POV:

Rin sat on the sidelines of the soccer field, a towel draped over his shoulders as he watched his teammates run drills. His mind, however, wasn’t entirely on the game for once. His phone buzzed in his bag, reminding him of the email he had sent last night. He had taken a chance responding to his pen pal, though he had kept his message brief and to the point.

With a quick glance to make sure no one was paying attention, Rin pulled out his phone, checking for any replies. When he saw her message—Honey?—a faint, amused smile tugged at his lips.

Honey, huh? he thought, rolling the word over in his mind like a soccer ball at his feet. I wonder what kind of person smears honey on themselves as a kid.

His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, contemplating a response, but the weight of practice still lingered. Sliding his phone back into his bag, Rin let out a quiet sigh and shifted his focus back to the field. His body was present, but his mind still wandered, the image of this mysterious “Honey” now stuck like a sticky note in the back of his thoughts.

Who even calls themselves that?

“Yo, Itoshi!” a voice broke through his daze, pulling him back to reality. Rin blinked, looking up just in time to see Bachira waving his arms wildly, his grin as infectious as ever. “You zoning out or what? Come on, we’ve still got drills!”

Rin frowned, his focus snapping back like a rubber band. He hadn’t even noticed that the drills had moved forward without him. A few of the other guys—Isagi, Chigiri, and Reo—were glancing in his direction too, clearly picking up on his distraction.

“Get your head out of the clouds, Rin!” Chigiri called, tossing a ball in his direction. “We don’t have all day.”

Rin caught the ball with ease, his fingers curling tightly around it as a subtle flush crept onto his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he muttered, shaking off the lingering thoughts about the email. His focus narrowed as he stood up, tossing the towel aside and joining the rest of the group.

But even as he moved into the next drill, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to Honey. The distraction was fleeting, but it was there, simmering just beneath the surface, like a puzzle piece he couldn’t quite fit into place yet.

13:15:

It's afternoon now, Y/n was currently in Mrs Rei's class, History class. History wasn't bad it's just that she hated how the next class she has to go to next was calculus with the most annoying and boring Professor ever. By boring, she meant he was strict asf and she had no clue exactly why he had a stick up his ass. Sighing softly the girl pulled up her phone from her pockets when she felt vibration from it. No doubt it was Nagi being so lost as usual.

'well that certainly helped!" The girl tried to cheer herself up. It didn't. She knew who Rin was but not that much. He was intriguing but cold and harsh hence why Y/n tries not to approach him to get on his bad side. All Y/n knew about him was that he was part of the soccer team and the Blue Lock program, people fawn over him and that he was this so called prodigy that Isagi and almost everyone in Blue lock probably wanted to beat.

As the morning dragged on, Y/N focused on her assignments and the lectures, occasionally glancing at the clock. The bell rang, and she gathered her things, heading to her locker where her roommates, Izumi and Haruka, were waiting.

“Did you see Nagi’s last goal? It was like he was dancing on air,” Izumi said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yeah, and Bachira was practically bouncing off the walls after it,” Haruka added, leaning against the lockers. “It’s a good thing they’re all on the same team—Blue Lock is really making them shine!”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she unlocked her locker. “They’re just having fun out there. I wouldn’t call it dancing. It’s more like… organized chaos.”

“Organized chaos?” Izumi echoed, laughing. “You mean like how you navigate your life?”

“Exactly!” Y/N replied with a grin, tossing her textbooks into her bag. “Chaos but somehow still getting things done. That’s the dream.”

The girls continued chatting about their friends on the soccer team, and Y/N found herself rolling her eyes at their playful admiration. “Honestly, it’s like you two have a crush on every guy in the program,” she teased.

“Can you blame us?” Haruka shot back. “Have you seen how cute they are? Especially Chigiri and Isagi! And then there’s that Itoshi Rin guy—they say he’s basically a god on the field.”

At the mention of Rin, Y/N fell silent, trying to hide her disinterest. She had heard plenty about him—how he was a prodigy, a genius with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable. Still, she felt a twinge of curiosity. “He’s just another player,” she said dismissively, trying to keep her tone casual.

“Just another player?” Izumi said, raising an eyebrow. “Have you seen his highlights? He’s unreal!”

Y/N shrugged, closing her locker with a firm click. “Yeah, but I’m not here to fangirl. They’re all like brothers to me.”

“Still, it wouldn’t hurt to appreciate the talent,” Haruka added, nudging her playfully.

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and light. “I appreciate them for their skills, but it’s different when you’re friends. They’re just a bunch of goofballs to me.”

As they talked, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful for her friends. They were a solid crew, supportive and endlessly entertaining. However, as the bell rang again, the lightheartedness of the conversation faded into the background as they made their way to class.

The day passed in a whirl of lectures, notes, and the occasional side-eye at her phone. Every time she checked it, she reminded herself that the world outside was alive with soccer, but her friends were busy grinding on the field for Blue Lock. Her thoughts drifted, and she caught herself wondering about her pen pal again. Did he play soccer? What would he think of her suggestion? Would he laugh, or roll his eyes? She was both excited and nervous about his response.

As she headed toward her next class, her mind was interrupted by a familiar voice calling her name. It was one of the teachers, and her heart sank slightly as she approached.

“Y/N! The principal wants to see you in his office,” the teacher said, a serious look on her face.

“Me? Why?” Y/N replied, confusion washing over her.

“Not sure. But it sounded important. You should head there now.”

“Great,” Y/N muttered under her breath, her mind racing with possibilities. What could the principal want with her? As she walked toward the office, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something unexpected.

Just as she reached the principal’s office, she took a deep breath. Whatever was waiting for her behind that door, she would face it head-on, just like she tackled every other challenge in her life. Little did she know, the principal had a proposal that would link her closer to the Blue Lock program—and perhaps lead her down a path she never expected.

→ really sorry for the short chapter, I've been busy since I just finished exams and my national debate competition

→ extra info: your author does not have a schedule to post this. I'm very busy with my life off screen which makes it difficult for me to make one. I'll only post when I have time

→ about y/n she sort of sound like an oc, I get it but that's a guide for her backstory that I have for her to add conflict in future chapters. Not much to complain about this tbh but if you are you know you're just one click away to just not read it right? you didn't need to waste your energy complaining 😭 plus I did it as y/n because it's to make people imagine easily. Don't know if this makes sense

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→ TWO/PROLOGUE/BACK TO NAVIGATION/ABOUT Y/N

[queenofcats17]

Hello! Sorry if I’m interuppting something but I would love to see hell’s studio sammy having an accident where he ends up in the infirmary unconscious or something 👀

You're not interrupting.

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted, but I didn't really want to write Sammy just being injured for no reason

Also, I’m sorry this took so long. Thank you for your patience.

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Sammy had been having a difficult week.

Joey had assigned a new deadline, a careless band member had sat on a violin and set back recording until they could find a replacement instrument, he and Susie had had a fight, he’d spilled ink all over his composition notebook, and another pipe had burst in front of his office. It had all been one thing after another, leaving him drained and frustrated.

Today was no different. His favorite pen had broken just as he’d begun to write and, even after searching through every drawer in his desk, he had been unable to find a new one. He groaned, beginning to bonk his forehead against the wood of the desk.

“Just my fucking luck,” he muttered.

After a long minute of sitting there with his forehead on the desk he pushed his chair back, getting to his feet with a long sigh. Time to see if anyone else had a spare pen.

As he opened the door to his office, he noticed some ink dripping onto the floor from the ceiling. Another leaky pipe? He let out another groan. He’d have to tell Bendy and Wally about it to make sure it would get fixed. Better to nip it in the bud before the pipe burst or something.

Unfortunately, it seemed luck was not on his side, as when he passed under the pipe, it began to rattle in a terrifyingly familiar manner. Before Sammy could say “oh no”, the pipe had burst, dousing him in a flood of acrid ink.

Sammy sputtered as his vision was blotted out by the ink in his eyes. He rubbed furiously in an attempt to regain his sight, but that only seemed to make things worse. His eyes were burning from the ink. Water. He had to get water. Which way was the bathroom? He tried to stumble in the direction he thought the bathroom might be.

Once more, luck was not on his side. 

Instead of finding a wall or even a door, he found the top of the stairs down to one of the exits. By the time he realized where he was and what was happening, he could already feel his momentum carrying him toward the ground. He hit his head on one of the stairs, and it all went black.

Sammy came back to consciousness to the muffled voices of his coworkers and friends.

“You fixed the pipe, right?” He could hear Bendy saying, sounding very worried.

“Yeah! I did it as soon as I heard!” Wally replied. “He’s gonna be okay, right?”

“He should be,” Henry said. His voice sounded much closer to Sammy. “It seems like he just hit his head. He’ll probably be fine. He just needs to rest.”

“This is all my fault...” Joey murmured. “I should have checked to make sure the pipes were solid before trying to perform a ritual.”

“Don’t say that,” Susie scolded him. “Yes, you should have checked the pipes, but that doesn’t mean you were responsible for this.”

“And you’re definitely gonna check the pipes in the future, right?” Bendy prompted.

“Right.”

Sammy let out a pained grunt, shifting in what he assumed to be his cot and beginning to blink his eyes open.

“I think he’s waking up!” Boris barked excitedly.

When Sammy opened his eyes, he found a large group of his friends and coworkers crammed into the small space of the infirmary. Henry and Boris were seated by the right side of his bed, while everyone else was crowded either around the foot of the bed or milling about a bit farther back.

“What are you all doing here?” Sammy managed to mumble out. “Shouldn’t you all be working?” He tried to sit up, only to be forced back down by the stabbing pain in his head when he tried to do so.

“We were worried about you,” Susie said, moving a bit closer. “We had to make sure you were alright.”

“We thought you were dead or somethin’. It was pretty scary,” Wally added.

“You’re definitely going to have to take some time off from this,” Henry pointed out. “You took quite a fall.”

“I need to get back to work.” Sammy tried to get back up again, but Boris was the one who pushed him back down this time.

“No, you don’t. You need to rest,” the wolf insisted. “You hit your head really hard.”

“You’re taking the week off after this.” Joey stepped forward. “I’m not letting you work when you’re hurt.” For once, he sounded firm and authoritative, leaving no room for discussion.

“Don’t worry, though, we’ll take care of you,” Susie assured Sammy, putting a hand on his.

Sammy allowed himself to relax into the bed, doing his best to remain outwardly irritated. “I suppose I don’t have any other choice than to rest, do I?”

“Nope!” Bendy grinned. “We’re forcin’ you to take a break!”

“Alright. Fine. I’ll rest.” Internally, Sammy couldn’t help but smile. After the week he’d been having...It was nice to know he was cared about. To know he wasn’t alone.

Maybe some rest would do him some good. He certainly deserved it.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Maybe

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, platonic friends

Summary: Hondo knows something is wrong one night when Maverick isn't acting like himself. After a little persuasion, he gets Mav to reveal some painful secrets that affect his past and present. But maybe there is still hope for the future.

Word Count: 1724

TW: Angst, Hope, Drinking to Numb Pain, Mentions of Cancer, Mentions of Betrayal, Hondo being a supportive friend

Note: Thank you so much to @green-socks for not only the discussion that this idea developed from, and for beta reading, but also for being such an amazing and supportive friend 💖

Hondo deserves so much more love than he gets so here is my part! I hope you like it!

This was not what Hondo had expected when Maverick asked him for drinks after work. Usually when they went out, Maverick would have a few too many beers, flirt with anyone within a twenty-foot radius, and – if he struck out – would have Hondo drive him home. But the Warrant Officer didn’t mind. Now that his son had left for college, he was never in a hurry to return to his empty apartment.

However, tonight was different. Mav had been downing beers as usual, only this time he was becoming more and more withdrawn with every one he drank. Hondo couldn’t understand it. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened at work that would put him in this kind of mood, and as far as he knew, Maverick wasn’t seeing anyone that might be causing relationship drama. 

But it wasn’t until Maverick finished his fourth beer and started to order a whiskey that Hondo spoke up. “Hey man, maybe you should have a water next? Just slow down a bit. There’s no rush, we can be here all night.”

Mav ignored him and took the drink that the bartender offered him. In a single shot, he downed it before slamming the now-empty glass onto the bartop. “Another.”

But as the bartender turned to get one, Hondo waved him off. Standing up, he grabbed Mav’s arm and tried to ease him off his stool. “No, we’re done here.”

However, Mav just yanked his arm away and growled, “No one’s keeping you here. Go if you want. You’re not my babysitter.”

“Well, it seems like somebody should be if you’re gonna be acting like an idiot…. More of an idiot than usual.” 

Maverick grumbled something under his breath and hunched down deeper into his jacket. Hondo sighed. There was more going on tonight than just a few too many beers and a bad attitude. 

Settling back onto his own stool and adjusting his glasses, Hondo placed his hand on Mav’s shoulder. “Talk to me, Mav. Something is clearly bothering you. Whatever it is, it won’t leave this bar. Just let me help.”

Maverick stared down at the bartop for a long moment. But when he spoke, his words had lost all their harsh bite. Instead, he seemed almost on the verge of tears. “He got his wings today.”

Hondo waited for him to explain further but the Captain remained silent. Softly prodding him, he asked, “Who did?”

“Bradley, my godson. He got his wings today and I couldn’t be there.”

This was the first time Maverick had ever mentioned a godson, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. Whenever Hondo talked to Mav about his son, the other man seemed to understand exactly what he was dealing with. Like he had experience raising, or at least dealing with a teenage boy before. It also perfectly explained this depressive mood Maverick was in. 

Squeezing his shoulder tighter, Hondo said,  “Aw, man. I’m sorry, Mav. You should have said something sooner. Maybe I could have talked to some people, pushed some deadlines. We could have found a way to get you there.”

For the first time that night, Mav gave him the ghost of a smile. “Thanks, Hondo. But getting leave wasn’t the issue. Hell, I would have gone AWOL and faced ten court martials or even let them take my own wings if it meant being there today. But he didn’t want me there. He hasn’t wanted me there for years.”

Maverick tried to catch the bartender’s eye once more, but Hondo drew his attention back to their conversation with an accusatory, “What did you do?”

Mav was taken aback. “What do you mean ‘what did I do’? Why would you just assume–”

“Because I know you, Mav. You’re brass, outspoken, don’t listen to others, and bend the rules to do whatever you think is right. So, if I had to guess, you did something the kid didn’t agree with?”

“Something like that.” When Hondo continued to stare at him, Mav sighed. “He applied to the Naval Academy his senior year of high school, but I got his papers pulled.”

That was not the answer Hondo had been expecting. “Why the hell would you do that? Especially if you are this upset about missing him getting his wings?”

“It’s a long story, but I promised his mom.” Maverick chuckled mirthlessly. “You know, I’ve never told anyone about this except for Ice.”

Hondo released his hold on Maverick’s shoulder and settled back on the stool. “I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I just want to help. I hate seeing you like this, man.”

“I know.” Maverick’s smile grew stronger as he looked at the Warrant Officer. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe it would be nice to get it off my chest.”

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Bradley’s dad was my RIO and my best friend but I got him killed during a training exercise while we were at Top Gun. After that, I tried my best to help Carole out and tried to be half the dad Goose was.” Maverick’s voice shook slightly and he rubbed his eyes with the cuff of his sleeve. “I thought losing Goose was the hardest thing I would ever have to go through, but then Carole got sick. In less than a year she went from the most vibrant, energetic soul to this shell of a person. It was heartbreaking, as was watching Bradley try everything he could to help her through it.”

“She never asked me for a single thing as long as I knew her. But laying there, in her last moments, she asked me to keep Bradley from flying. He had never actually told us, but we both knew he wanted to join the Navy and get his wings. And after what happened to Goose…. She had done so much for me over the years, I had to at least try to honor her wishes. Plus, I just don’t think he was ready. So, when Bradley applied to the Academy, I pulled his papers.”

“I’m so sorry, Mav.” Hondo shook his head, unable to imagine how hard that must have been knowing how much Bradley wanted what Maverick was being asked to take away. Talk about a rock and a hard place. “What did he say when you told him it was what his mother wanted?”

Mav shrugged. “I never told him. I considered it at first, but after I saw how much he hated me for what I did…. He had already lost her. He didn’t need to lose the memory of her too. There was no point in that.”

Hondo didn’t stop him this time when Mav flagged down the bartender, but he was pleasantly surprised when Mav just asked for water. Maybe getting this off his chest really was helping. Hondo didn’t want to push it too far, cross the line and make Maverick shut down, but he took a chance and asked, “When was the last time you saw Bradley?”

“The day he found out about his papers. He came home furious, accusing me of destroying his future. I tried to come up with some explanation, but without being able to give him my real reason, it just felt hollow and he knew it. He cursed me out and said he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I tried reaching out a few times afterwards, hoping he calmed down, but he always refused to talk to me. Eventually, I realized it was just better to leave him alone. Though I still kept tabs on him from a distance, which is how I knew about today.”

The bartender placed a glass of water on the bartop in front of Maverick, but he just stared into it as if maybe the clear liquid held the answer to his years-old problem. If only it were that easy. 

Running his finger through the condensation on the side of the glass, Mav said, “ You know, I always sort of thought he’d follow in his old man’s footsteps and become a backseater, but no. He’s gonna be a pilot.”

“Like you.”

“Like me.”

“Then maybe, somewhere deep inside, Bradley hasn’t written you off completely. Maybe he still looks up to the man who helped raise him despite what happened. And maybe, there is hope for the future,” Hondo said softly.

“Maybe. But not today.” Maverick finally picked up the glass and took a long sip. As he placed it back down, he stood up. “I think you should probably drive me home. We have a busy day tomorrow. And…. thank you for tonight. You’re a really great friend, Hondo.”

Hondo smiled and climbed off his stool. “Anytime, Captain.”

Hondo thought back to that night in the bar as he stood at attention while Maverick walked into the hangar to address the recruits. In the years since, Mav had shown him numerous photos of Bradley – or Rooster – so Hondo had been able to pick out the younger pilot instantly amongst the other aviators. Mav had already warned him the day before that Rooster would be here and that there was no telling how he would react to seeing Mav there. 

It hadn’t been easy to watch. As Rooster realized who their new instructor was, the happy, excited smile that had been on his face just seconds before was instantly replaced with a tight-jawed glower. He shifted in his seat and, for a moment, Hondo wondered if the man was about to bolt from the room. But he remained where he was, and when Maverick managed to catch his eye for just a moment, he glanced away. Maverick’s chest seemed to deflate slightly at that, but he began his speech as if nothing had happened.

As Maverick spoke, Hondo examined Rooster’s face closely. There was anger, hurt, and betrayal – as was to be expected – as Rooster’s eyes darted around the room, trying to focus on anything but the man in front of him. However, there was also a tiny glimmer of something else. Something soft and tender. Something Hondo had seen many times on his own son’s face when he looked at him. Something that made Hondo smile. 

Maybe he had been right and was hope for Maverick and Rooster’s relationship after all.

“And we’re off.”

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[more-than-fluff]

De-stress ft BTS

BTS x Y/N

Summary - After a long day, the boys practically beg you to join them for the night.

Today had been one of the most stressful days in your career. Deadlines, demands, and just too many people are asking questions about your work. You always smiled and gave them the answer they wanted, but as soon as they turned their backs, your smile disappeared.

You logged off from your computer, and when you raised your head ready to say good night to everyone, the office was empty. Looking at your phone, the clock had just struck 9:00. Your eyes widened, and you promised yourself not to overwork yourself again, but here you are, the last one in the office. Even the cleaners were gone and had turned the lights off.

Walking to your car was a blur from tiredness and just the want to be home. Opening the car door, you heard your phone buzz. The contact instantly made your shoulders drop, and your face softened. Jimin. You instantly picked up.

'Hey you.' You said sitting in the car.

'Y/N please don't tell me you just finished work.'

As he finished his sentence, you could hear just noise coming toward the phone.

'Y/N it's practically bed time! Why are you still working?!'

That was Tae.

You could hear Jimin get control of the phone back and shushing everyone away.

'Sorry Y/N, everyone is just itching to see you. We all think you've been working too much and need to relax. Fancy some company? We're all here waiting and would love to spend Friday night with our favourite girl.'

You smiled, that last sentence brushed away most of the tiredness from the day. You didn't even need to think of an answer to respond.

'That's the best thing I've heard all week. Of course I'll come, let me just head home to shower and cha-'

You were interrupted.

'Nope, no detours. I can picture you crashing on your sofa alone, and I'm not letting that happen. Come straight here, Yoongi is also on his way home and said he'll meet you by the doors. And you know he doesn't like to wait longer than needed.'

You sighed and couldn't help but laugh a little.

'Fine you win, I'll be there in 10.'

'We can't wait to see you Y/N.'

You put your phone down and left the car park, heading straight for the boys' place.

They always leave you a car space between theirs. Ever since Jungkook got a bike, you pretty much stole his car space. He didn't mind. He said it meant you had to come more often so no one else steals it.

Walking towards the doors you saw a familiar figure waiting for you. You picked up your pace a little.

"Yoongi!' You said almost running towards him.

He turned and gave a little smile, opening his arms as an invitation. You happily took it and ran to his arms, you needed the warmth of this hug. After the day you had this felt like heaven.

'Long time no see stranger.'

You looked up and smiled. It had been a few weeks since you'd seen everyone, but work had been so hectic you barely had time to sleep.

'Come on Y/N let's head in. Everyone's waiting on us and I think food is also.'

Your face lit up, especially when food was mentioned. You hadn't eaten since a croissant at breakfast, so food sounded amazing.

You got to the apartment and walked in to an array of hellos and welcome backs. At one point you practically lived with the boys so spending this much time away didn't feel right.

Hugs came from left and right before being ushered to the sofa.

'Thanks, guys. You have no idea how much I need this. I've had the day from hell.'

You felt a pain of hands squeeze your shoulders. You looked up and saw Namjoon looking down at you.

'Well you'll be happy to know that I've set the bathroom up for you, with comfy clothes and the showers already warming up.'

You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have these boys in your life.

You showered the day away and got dressed in the clothes left. One of the boys' shorts and t-shirts. You love nights like these. You love the boys, and they love you too. The relationship you guys had was kind of a blur, but you all loved each other, and they were enough.

Coming back to the sofa, you all shared a pizza and jokes about the day. You would say something your boss said, and either Jungkook or Tae would make a snarky comment about them, making you laugh.

Hobi stood and changed the tv to a movie. You all sat together. Arms were wrapped around you and you sank into the comfort of their arms.

'Thank-you boys, I needed this so much.'

Jimin leaned over and kissed your shoulder.

'You don't deserve to have days line today, Y/N. You deserve yo be treated like a princess.'

Hobi sits in front of you on the floor and leans on your crossed legs.

'We hate seeing you so stressed, and we guessed from not seeing you for so long that something wasn't right. We love you and care for you.' He rubs your knee with his thumb.

Jungkook scooted next to you.

'I never want you to go back to that job. You're way to good for them. They don't know the Y/N we know."

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

'Thanks guys, I love you so much.'

'We love you too.' Tae said, giving you heart eyes. 'But this is getting way too cheesy. I declare a love attack on Y/N!!'

He said before pouncing on top of you, giving you tickles and random pecks, and before you know, you had almost all boys puncing and attacking you with their love. The apartment filled with laughter and love.

This night was just what you needed, and you never wanted to leave.