#and it made me feel soooo silly and I think it kicked me down a bit towards that fic
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Didn't read the update? It lives rent free in my head! You are a fantastic writer, I wish I could leave a kudos on each chapter.
WAHHHHHHHHH 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 thank you anon 😭💖 I had trouble updating ch 23 in that I had to upload it like. 3 times and then I had to edit the chapter unexpectedly and quickly and sort of just wondered if maybe the technical difficulties resulted in lack of update notification?? I’m sure that thought process is just me overthinking however the way I was scrambling to fix that chapter was an emotional rollercoaster LMAO
BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU… 🫶💖 so much 🫶
#anoonnnnnnnn I love youuuuuu#but yeah I think my experience with uploading that chapter kind of damaged me psychically#I won’t get into it bc it is a secret but I fucked the shit up and was rereading it and I was like oh no. I need to edit this#and it made me feel soooo silly and I think it kicked me down a bit towards that fic#but I think im so back for it#a lovely reader gave me comments recently and reminded me that it exists and that it’s worth finishing T_T <3#anyways I’m rambling the point is#thank you so much for reading and also for telling me BFJSBDJ#I knew people read it I was just being dramatic HEHE but yeah I did have that lingering fear that it didn’t upload properly or like#yall caught the mistake before I could edit it SNCJWBFJEB#but no everything is okay and I’m definitely hoping so hard to update it over my holiday break#:-)#ask#anonymous#braincell im looking at you do yall remember when i was freaking out in the chat begging you not to read it because i had to fix it and#didn’t know how#BDIWBCIWBDIBD
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hi hi hi!!! is it possible to request for long distance relationship with piwon? and thank you for your contributions within the p1ece community with all of these masterpieces you've made 🫡
[ 💌 ] long distance relationship w piwon
# author’s note ... ahhh sorry it took so long:(( TYSM FOR RQING THO N FOR UR NICE WORDS HEHE!!! i got a bunch of piwon reqs and u dont even know how excited i am to write them mwhaahahah <333
┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]
i feel like he’d be the strongest soldier amongst them all
because he’s just so chronically online LMFAO
no but even if you don’t text everyday (which happens, given his busy schedules), there’s always a way that keeho will reach out
sends you reels on insta, sends you tiktok’s he found or he filmed, you can see his bereal, you can see what he’s listening to on airbuds … like he makes sure you know he’s safe n sound (i hope that makes sense?!)
and he clings to every notification from you as well!!!
like oh, you just hit another milestone on duolingo?? he’s texting you asap !!!
also the type to spam you with photos of things that remind him of you:((((
he loooves to face time you but more often than not the call always ends up interrupted by one of the boys 😭😭😭
┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]
he’s so loverboy im actually gonna cry
he was not build for this please save him from this misery 😿😿😿
cannot survive without calling you at LEAST twice a day. like for real.
will spam you with i love yous and i miss yous so so much because he just wants to be sure that you know his feelings for you are unchanged:(
facetiming is a must as well, he’ll often do that at the end of his (or yours if you’re in diff time zone) day so you can talk before going to sleep:(
won’t admit but loves when you fall asleep on ft:( like at least he can adore your sleepy face like he does when he’s with you:(
deffo buys everything that he thinks you’d like so when you reunite he has BAGS of gifts:(
(can you tell i love him so dearly.)
┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]
he’s so:<
checks up on you everyday!!!!! tracks your lil icon on find my and calls you sometimes like “oh i saw you’re in your fav cafe, what are you getting?”
i believe he’s a romantic okay? so you two deffo have those apps for couples that like ,, you can draw something and it’ll pop up on his screen
or locket! :( like he loves getting notifs n he deffo stares at the silly selfies you take:((((
he also sends flowers for you, sometimes no matter the occasion <\\3 may or may not send a bottle of his cologne because he just knows you’ll feel less lonely if you can smell his perfume🥹🥹🥹
he’s sooo nostalgic❤️🩹 will scroll through your pics and videos… watch them all the time… m smile so fondly at the screen (while others make fun of him >:T)
has bought tickets to your place impulsively… at least three times
(and obv used them ?! like hellour he won’t waste the money now that he bought them !!! )
┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]
please end his suffering pt2
he is physically sick when you’re not around !!! (his tummy hurts… well, his heart too…)
spams you all day everyday – he saw a cute cat? sent. cool clothes? sent and asking for advice. a dead frog on the street? sent with caption ‘me when you’re 372028193 km away’
selfies too!!! you’ll get soooo many selcas bc he just knows you miss his face (and worry not, you send yours in return!! he kicks his legs like a teenage girl whenever he sees them~~)
facetimes you (or you him) even when doing the most mundane things ever… you could be studying in silence and he’ll be playing on his switch, none of you talking because you’re locked in… but he steals glances at the screen and your face,,, mentally counting down days when you’re gonna meet again 🥹
literally thinks about you sm that he can’t help but mention you whenever he can:( “omg yn would love that!” “oooo this is yn’s favorite snack!!” “i need to take a pic for yn!!!”
atp his friends scheme how to get him to you ASAP!!!
┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]
i feel like he’d handle it the worst actually:( but only bc he’s just such a lover boy, he needs you close:(
keeho or other members will often send you pictures of sulking shota once you hang up on face time <\3
will spam you even with single kaomojis so you’re an expert with those, professional translator if you will
definitely spams you with lots of content too, like pics of plushies, his short blogs, food pics
requires food pics in return (secretly makes sure you do eat this way)
when he’s feeling like a little tease, he’ll send lots of pics with keeho when they’re hugging and caption them with something sassy 😭
deffo tracks you on find my when he’s bored but deep down he just checks up on you and makes sure you’re safe
┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]
you’re literally vlogging to each other 😭😭😭 voice memos or insta stories just for him !!
and you bet your ass he’ll reply to every single one
loves face timing you when he’s writing new songs… you’re his muse (but it’s not like he’ll say it out loud)
definitely looks at your pictures with a whipped smile (and got caught sooo many times but they don’t tease him that much since he’s just so in love it hurts
another one to use every app possible to keep in touch w you HOWEVER he’s not very cheesy,,, so expect him to doodle theo with a big butt in return to your hearts and flowers
sending memes and reels is his love language, will send lots with the caption “us when i get back” :((
masterlist <3
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@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee
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Giving naruto boys flowers ──☆*:・゚
Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆
Naruto🦊-*
“FLOWERS!!!!” He’s so touched by the fact that you actually cared enough to buy him flowers! When you brought him a bouquet of a all kinds of orange flowers he lost it
“I LOVE THEM OMG OMG OMG” he fangirls so hard over you. “THANK YOU!” He rushes in for a very big kiss “your welcome baby! Do you like them?” “I love them! But not as much as you!” He snorts from laughter “your adorable foxy~”
He doesn’t know how to take care of flowers that well but he still gets so sad when they start to wilt. He waits for you to buy him more thought! Tried leaving hints that he wants more flowers. “Ohhh look a coupon for that flower shop you love so much hmmm” “your not sneaky naruto. Just say you want more flowers!” “I want more flowers.”
Sasuke🗡️-*
“What are these for It’s not my birthday?” “You deserve presents other than on your birthday?” “I do…?” “YES!!!” He doesn’t quite understand why you got him flowers yet he
still loves them!
“I still don’t get why you got me flowers?” “because I love you dude!” You use dude in slight annoyance but you weren’t mad! “Well I Love You too darling, and I suppose I like them..” “you love them huh?” “Yes thank you y/n. This is very special, I’ll cherish them” he meant it, those flowers lived much longer than you thought was possible in a vase.
He CARES for those flowers, seriously that’s how they lived so long. This is how his obsession with taking care of plants started, from those first flowers you got him. Now you get him new one every month and he loves caring for them. If you ever have anyone in the house you brag about how much of a green thumb he is, but if someone dares to touch the flowers you gave him he will smack them away.
Itachi🥀-*
He understands why you got him flowers he just feels like it’s undeserved. “Oh flowers, how pretty!” “They are for you~” “oh! Thank you. But wouldn’t you rather have them?”
You don’t understand why he tried pushing them away but you didn’t let it slide. You push the flowers into his hands causing him to softly blush. “No they are for YOU.” He looked up at you before looking back at the flowers “ok…thank you darling, I’ll care for them I promise”
He like flowers but not a crazy amount. A few flowers here and there was perfect. No matter what he thinks of himself he still loves how you still consider him even when going to the flower shop.
Kakashi🍃-*
“Oh thanks!” You were shocked that there was no reaction in his voice. “Nothing? Not even a laugh?” “I don’t blush at everything you do!” You literally looked at him with the blandest expression ever. “Oh really?” You pulled his mask down to reveal his VERY RED FACE. You laugh at his silly attempt to hide it.
“Not blushing huh?” Sigh “fine fine. Thank you y/n I love them.” He doesn’t care for flowers but he still loves them because they are from you. But he prefers succulents and such so when you gifted him one he didn’t hesitate to pull his mask off and smother you with kisses (privately)
Kiba🐺-*
Last time you got him flowers akamaru ate them soooo this time you had to give it to them were akamaru wasn’t around. You leaded Kiba to the bedroom and when akamaru followed you kicked him out, this obviously made Kiba think you guys were going to do something else-
“No no not you akamaru, leave” “what why can’t he be here?” You groan “because i want to do something special” a smirk grew on his face “oh really~ say less” you dropped on his knees and you finally realized what he thought was happening. “NO IM GIVING YOU FLOWERS FREAK!” His face turned red quickly “oh… ehm…give them to me” you handed him the beautiful flowers and he softly smelt them. He can obviously smell more from the flowers so he really likes them.
He doesn’t know how to care for them but he loves the smell and he loves that it came from you
Shikamaru🀄️-*
“Flowers…? Thats really thoughtful thanks” “You don’t like flowers that much huh-” “no dear. Sorry but I like them because they came from you!” He doesn’t like flowers ok they were just never his thing but he appreciates any gift from you so he sucks it up
He just puts them on the counter for a whole day and was confused on why they died so fast until he asked you. “You put them in water right?” “Water…?” “Yes water idiot.” “Uhm no I did not-” You got him another bouquet just to teach him how to actually care for them
Shino🪲-*
The second you handed him the flowers his face turned rosy and a colony of his bees instantly when for the pretty flowers. He sniffs the flowers while his bees buzz around them happily
“Do you like them bugaboo?” (LOL) “yes, I love them. My flower gave me flowers~” “and my bees are very happy with the nectar. Thank you they are perfect!” He plants them if possible to keep them alive for as long as he lives but if that’s not possible he still makes those flowers live a VERY long time, probably because of all his cute bugs!
Neji🎋-*
You leave him flowers everywhere with little notes on them, he loves finding them, reading the love note and then adding the flower to his secret collection (you thought he just threw them away after but NOPE) one day you got him a bouquet of a dozen flowers either with notes on them~
“Y-y/n this is to much..” “nonsense, read them all!” He gladly read them all infront if you, growing redder with each love note. He started tearing up from your sweet notes and giving you a very big hug!
Lee🥋-*
“OH MY GOSH FLOWERS!” “GIMME!” “Ok ok calm down! Here rocky, I picked them all myself!” He grabs the flowers from your hand and gives the bouquet a hug, which caused one of the petals to fall off which he did NOT like
“NOO THEY ARE DYING ALREADY!” You laugh “they aren’t dying they are just shedding don’t worry!” “Uhm…fine. But when they do die can you get me more!!!” “Yes Lee-”
Choji🍥-*
The only flowers he’s use to are those edible ones on the side of his fancy dinners so he was lost when he couldn’t make food with it. But still LOVES themm
“I can’t use them as a garnish?” “No they will make you sick!” He looks at the pretty flowers and smiles “oh well, I love them anyways, just how I love you~” you blush softly at his sweet talk then kiss his cute cheeks
Gaara⏳-*
He understands the gesture but also doesn’t feel like he deserves them. So when you handed him the flowers that match his red hair perfectly he smiled at them but it turned into a frown
“They are so pretty…but why?” “Because I love you~” you grab a flower from his hand then tuck it behind is ear, then you rest your hand on his cheek before speaking “so pretty, I hope you like them” you kiss his nose causing him to cover his face with the flowers
Kankuro🪆-*
“Lameeeeee” “don’t be a brat! He grateful I spend money on you!” “Whateverrr” you leave the room to leave him be but once you left he picked up the flowers and brought them close to his chest before whispering “I love them…” which you heard
You run back into the room to see him huddling the flowers against him while he face is in shock. “Aw your so cute kuro~ my baby loves flowers~” “shut it! I’m not your baby! And I don’t like them I just uh…feel it’s wasteful to not appreciate them-” “oh sureeee, don’t hide your soft side from me.” “Ughhh…yes I love them y/n, thanks..”
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hii flor! soooo, i was thinking, what about Seungmin and overstimulation, like a smut when he makes me cum multiple times, taking me to the limit over and over again... just thinking
(btw, can i be your anon, please? 🎱)
overstimulation ft. seungmin <3
warnings: multiple orgasms, usage of sex toy (vibrating panties), oral (f.), overstimulation, semi public sex bc you and seungmin r new members of the mile high club (no shame)
welcome to my lil anon family 🎱 anon c:! hope you enjoy your time here <333
you should’ve known not to make bets with oh seungmin.
you didn’t believe jooyeon being better than your brother at soccer, which led to seungmin boasting about how good he is due to being on the soccer team back in high school and a bet between you two. your heart dropped to your asswatching jooyeon kick the soccer ball straight into the goal for the final point. and it dropped from your ass into the earth when seungmin had that mischievous smile on his face a week later, holding some purple vibrating panties into his hands.
at first you thought it was a silly gift, but little did you know that seungmin had decided what your punishment was: you had to wear them for the whole four hour flight you two had, completely in his control. you swallowed your pride with your luck being tested, seeing how long you could last.
just to your luck you made it past the boarding gate and to your seat with the low vibrations, leaning into the window seat. and you knew seungmin too well to know that he’d raise the vibrations as the plane took off, startling a yelp out of you that had him snickering beside you. he lowers and raises the vibrations again in intervals, building up the orgasm that’d been on edge for the longest.
you cross your legs and slump against your seat, trying to find a pressure to relieve yourself. you feel the heat seungmin’s hand over yours, quickly snatching your shaking hand away.
“cmon, let me touch you, sweetheart.” he says almost sounding coyly, “i can make you feel better.”
you shake your head, rubbing your legs together, finally finding some kind of friction. seungmin watches you squirm in your seat, unable to control yourself as your first orgasm hits you, smiling to himself once the silent gasps pour out of your lips. your left a mess, your panties probably already ruined and the air in the plane suddenly becoming too hot.
but he didn’t stop right there. he left the panties vibrating more vigorously than the first setting and didn’t let you catch a break at all. three hours into the flight, you’ve lost track of how many times you came, but seungmin watched you almost this whole time. six times you had orgasmed in the panties. he watches your self-restraint drop with each orgasm, your voice hoarse, face wet from tears, and the way you shake more aggressively than before.
seungmin slows down the vibrations to a stop and your eyelids lull closed, thinking you’re on the brink of passing out, the thought of finally catching catching a break on your mind.
you don’t have the power to even push away seungmin who’s lifting you by the arm and thanking himself for buying tickets in the back or else the bathroom would’ve been a long, long walk of shame. he steadies your body onto his and you’re leaning comfortably against him, him pushing you inside and gently perching your body against the small counter. he locks the door behind him, the small space of the bathroom making it almost difficult for him to flip you around.
your pants are being pulled down along with the panties, the cold air hitting your swollen cunt harshly due to the mess you’ve made. you twitch at the feeling seungmin’s thumb spreading your release, his tongue soon replacing his finger to lick up your release. his tongue flattens against your cunt in the best way possible, stroking against you and pushing his lips together to meet and close around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud. your head reaches behind you, grabbing a handful of seungmins hair and pushing him even closer, your hips weakly grinding against his flushed face.
“f-fuck seungmin…w-wait…” you pull at his locks, your seventh orgasm already on the way due to the sensitivity and the way seungmin’s tongue starts to move swiftly. judging from the way your hands thread through his hair repeatedly and pull, he knows you don’t want him to stop. he grunts against your cunt, his aching cock that’s been in his pants begging to be touched.
you’re fully reduced to uncontrollably drooling at this point, the haze of pleasure becoming too much to handle, the aircraft far away from your mind as you whimper out loud. you’re almost brought back at the way seungmin squeezes your ass cheek as a warning of what might happen if you two are caught.
your heart beats out your chest, your seventh orgasm washing over you and onto seungmin’s tongue. your legs barely could hold you up anymore and your thighs tremble, seungmin licking you clean once more before he seals his work with a kiss and pulls away from your quaking cunt.
he cleans cleans up your drool from the counter and checks the bathroom before leading you back to your seats, your energy all spent and gone. seungmin lets you lean on him the rest of the plane ride, watching you nap soundly on his shoulder. he didn’t even get to relieve himself, being alarmed that he is still on an airplane with many people, his hard on still slightly poking beneath his loose sweatpants. but he sets it aside.
for now, all he could think about is how good he’ll fuck you when you both arrive to the hotel. for now, he thinks about how many more positions he’ll have you in. for now, he thinks about the privacy you two’ll have once he sets your bags down. he’ll let you recharge, making sure you’ll have more than enough energy for it.
eeeeee this was so shorter than usual but i hope you like it. also, i see what you did there with the emoji anon…
please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.
#—꩜ seungmin#—꩜ smut#—꩜ requests#—꩜ drabbles#xdinary heroes x reader#xdh x reader#xdinary heroes smut#xdh smut#xdinary heroes imagines#xdh imagines#ode x reader#ode smut#sweetie 🎱#love mail ୨୧
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The case files of Jeweler Richard spoiler part 6 ( This is absolutely one of the most adorable moment between them)
Seigi and Richard were going back to the mansion.
Seigi "Maybe I am being a worry worrywart, but what's going on with this Octavia thing? I heard about your meeting with Jeffrey and Henry, is everything okay?"
Richard " I'll have to save both the apologies and explanations for another day. But I am confident that we're slowly getting closer to the heart of the matter"
Seigi "..Well, that's good. Is there anything I can do?"
Richard "I need you to be patient. I don't need a gun that will fire on my word. All I want from you is a friend who will stand right beside me and look at the world in a slightly different light."
Seigi "Huh? Oh....oh....." (totally flustered)
Richard "Seigi are you all right? I know I made you walk quite a distance, and they didn't make you wear a respirator or anything while painting...are you feeling unwell?"
Seigi wants to say he is okay, but no words come out. He stops in place and goes silent. Richard stops pushing the bike, too.
Seigi pulls out his phone and, with the camera mode of panorama open, takes a picture. (He didn't take a picture of Richard, just the scenery)
Richard is puzzled "What are doing?"
Seigi "No, I uhm...I just suddenly got the urge to take a picture. Just one"
Provence's sky, the fields of olive trees, the dry fallen grasses, the plastic bottles carelessly tossed aside, and the white stone paths -<listen to this. Well, don't actually listen, because I can't say it out loud, but just guess.>
<My dear boss called me his friend>
<He said all he wanted from me was a friend. Which meant I was his friend>
Seigi is sooooo happy 😊 so much that he doesn't know what to do. He knows that their boss and part timer relationship lasted only until the fall of his second year at college, and in the meantime, they had gotten closer, Seigi deep down already considered them being friends.
Seigi silly monologue lol --> <What are friends in the first place? Was a friend just a promotion from acquaintance? If that were the case, surely you would know what rank you were at and why you'd been promoted? Had I advanced in that way? Had I made some great leap forward since my second year of college, in terms of compatibility? I didn't really think so. Maybe that was why, even though I knew we were getting closer, I told myself not to get a big head. I convinced myself that it couldn't possibly be that simple.
Which is why now I feel like I've taken a blow at my heart out of the blue, I was so happy that I felt like singing, dancing and screaming, and doing cartwheels, but that would make look suspicious and scare people as well, and then this man would have no choice but to say he didn't want to be friends with me anymore. And that would suck, it would be embarrassing enough for him to notice how happy those words had made me. Richard liked to keep things cool and rational. I should find a way to follow his lead.>
Seigi is soooo happy and resume walking and try to keep his mouth in check. Richard is embarrassed as well and accidentally kick the bike multiple times, and they both seem to not be able to walk straight xD
Seigi tries to straighten himself and start walking like a wooden soldier, reminding himself to be normal.
Richard "....You're so easy to read"
Seigi "Huh? What do you mean?"
Richard "Nothing at all" but "...the feeling is mutual"
Richard keeps on bumping his leg into the bike's pedal twice as much as before until they finally arrive at the villa 😆
Seigi internally commented that it was an odd behaviour for a man who seems to be fundamentally incompatible with the word clumsy.
#housekishou richard#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei#nakata seigi#richard ranasinghe de vulpian#the case files of jeweler richard#jeweler richard
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'in love and scared' prompts
22 & 25 for Olive & Dougie 💙
hello nonnie! thanks for the request - writing this one made me soooo soft and mushy <3
from this prompt list (still trucking on with these, but my inbox is still open for others should any take your fancy!)
under the cut to save space (tw/cw pregnancy)
laying with your back to their chest!!! their hands around your waist
lazy kisses, softly sighing and gasping into each other's mouths.!!
It seemed everyone Olive spoke to these days - once they’d spotted that ever growing baby bump (who could miss it, in fact?) - was telling her to get as much rest as she possibly could, because there’d be none of that once the baby arrived. She runs that thought over in her head with a titter, sleep not having come for her now for the past four nights. If it wasn’t grisly heartburn making her nauseous, it was the being stuck with only two sleeping positions, both of them disastrously uncomfortable. Olive was beginning to miss silly things like sleeping on her back and being able to drink something other than milk to keep that angry acid reflux away. Sometimes, it was a hefty kick in the bladder multiple times a night that got her out of bed to use the bathroom, the act of walking and switching on lights being enough to pull anyone out of drowsiness, but especially a tired pregnant woman. Sometimes, Olive feels like she’s the only person in the whole world that’s wide awake - tonight, especially, that thought is too much to bear.
The kick comes, along with the other small foot tucking itself into her ribcage. This is what makes her yelp in pain as she peels her husband off her to make her way to the bathroom, James Douglass waking up at the sound and movement with his signature snort.
“Babydoll, what’s up?”
“Your darn daughter won’t stop booting me,” she cries, fat, hot tears dripping down her swollen cheeks. “I need to pee again and she’s got a foot in my ribs. A foot, James! It hurts, this all hurts and I am tired and I haven’t slept…” her voice drifts as it cracks with her rambles, her hands now covering her face to muffle the sobs. “How am I supposed to get rest before she gets here if I can’t get comfortable and when I need the bathroom every few minutes?” “Honey, shh,” he soothes, clambering out of the blankets and kneeling in front of her, kissing her stomach gently. “Relax, hm?” “I’m trying,” she snarls through gritted teeth, the foot finally shifting but now kicking at her stomach.
“Hey, now,” he replies, sitting next to her. “I’m trying to help,” “I know, I know,” she exhales, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just–”
She sees the cogs whirring in his head - she’s sure she’d see a lightbulb go off on top of his head with the face he makes when he comes up with an idea. She’s even sure she hears a little ping! as his eyes widen, his cute face totally melting her heart.
“Why don’t I run you a bath?” Amazed she didn’t think of that for herself, she nods keenly. “Gosh, yes please, honey. That would be wonderful.”
He stands, kisses her forehead and pads to the bathroom, Olive hearing the faucet squeak as it turns on. She hears her husband humming softly from the bathroom as he opens cabinet doors to find the bath salt and bubbles, him sniffing at each to make sure they’re up to par for his grumpy wife. Within a few moments, it’s done, the steam billowing out of the door.
“Ready, beloved!” he calls, Olive beginning to shed her clothes and place them on the bed.
***
“Aaah,” she breathes out, the warm water enveloping her and instantly relaxing every aching muscle. The warmth and the ease seems to calm the baby too, the kicks now less violent but more making sure everyone knew she was still awake. “That’s better, huh?” Olive says, stroking at her swollen stomach. “Much better.”
James sits on the floor, head on the sink. His eyes softened in total adoration at the sight in front of him as he smiles, just watching Olive relax in the warm water.
“Honey?” she murmurs. “Wanna get in with me?”
He gets up with such gusto that he bangs his head on the porcelain sink, Olive laughing at the sound. “Holy shit, slow down,” she cackles, her whole body shaking with it. “Are you okay?”
“Yep…fuck, that hurt.” “Come on, klutz. Get in.”
He slips in the water behind her, pulling her towards him and having her back rest on his chest. His hands top hers, stroking bubbles and warm water over the bump.
“I’m sorry I was mean,” she sniffles, taking his hand and kissing it.
“Not mean, just grumpy,” he replies, his cheek resting on her hair. “Cmere,” he whispers, adjusting with a small splash so he can reach her mouth. His hand on her face, he kisses her slowly, the loveliness of it causing Olive to gasp and sigh into his mouth.
“Better?” he asks, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Mmm…much.”
#in love prompts#thank you nonnie!!!#oc: olive lewis#james douglass#Olive x Dougie#honeysuckle rose#james douglass x oc#masters of the air#mota#masters of the air fic#mota fic#mota fanfic#masters of the air fanfic#winnie writes#my writing#writers on tumblr#post war
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writerly questionnaire tag!!!
finally getting around to this, thanks a million @the-golden-comet (here) @harmonic-melodii (here) and @fortunatetragedy (here) <3
About You
When did you start writing?
as soon as i could hold a pen. i have notebooks FULL of little me's stories (i keep everything ive ever written. for nostalgia.) it was mostly silly escapism for a lonely child but now it's sweet to look at and giggle. from when i was maybe eight? nine?: "Pain and fear, like a perfect recipe. Pain and fear, milk and eggs"
Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?
mmm probably. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read ANYTHING. i dont think ill ever write a hockey romance but im down to clown
Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?
poetry-wise Bhanu Kapil has been a massive inspiration for me. also Kaveh Akbar and Ariana Reines (Mercury sits in a place of honor on my bookshelf). for novels? i feel like i emulate whatever i last read. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver did horrible (affectionate) things to the way i write
Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)
my office! my favorite place in the world!! cozy lights (that double as gamer lights), diet coke can graveyard, comfy office chair big enough for me to sit in a way that absolutely destroys my posture. sticky notes everywhere (a fun challenge! can i read my own handwriting?) AND!! i have an audience
What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?
reading something else, talking to someone about whatever im stuck on, setting a timer and just dumping everything in my brain (something in there HAS to be worth pursuing)
Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?
HA!
Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?
overbearing parental figures that believe they're acting in the best interest of their kid... surprising when i realized that it's in almost everything i write characters that are good at heart but commit atrocities due to their circumstances... less surprising oh! and death. i write a lot about death (someone pointed this out recently and i was like huh. you right)
Your Characters
Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)
Missy and Theodore staring at each other like
sorry! Theodore is my favorite!! he got here first!!!! he's my precious loser baby boy who HAPPENS to be the heir of death but he's trying his best! he's pathetic!! he's doomed!! but he means well! he doesn't want anyone to die alone! he wants to be good! he wants to be good soooo bad!! he hates rivers but loves the ocean!! he lies to everyone, including himself! he's simultaneously full of self-loathing and self-righteousness!! AND... he's bisexual!!
Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?
i would kick it with Robbie for SURE. snarky little smarty pants that can't sit still for more than five minutes, we'd be peas
Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?
*looks around nervously* ... Marcella (BOO!! TOMATO!!) im sensitive and she would be mean to me!! i feel like we'd warm up to each other eventually but not before she made me cry
Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.
they just kinda... show up. and reveal more about themselves as i write them
Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?
ougffff. lots of anger in these parts. most of my characters are angry, esp the women. as they should be
How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)
depends on the character! for main guys, they get listed descriptions but i cant picture them in my head (thank you picrew). but others? they're like. blurry shadows moving through the story (do NOT ask me what Uriel looks like! i DONT KNOW!)
Your Writing
What’s your reason for writing?
words in brain make story in head. need story out of head so i can focus on literally anything else no but seriously. that quote that's like "the only thing worse than writing is not writing." it's like. a maintenance activity. if im feeling especially wound up it's probably because i havent written anything lately
Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?
if you leave me ANY comment i am kissy you on the forehead. just knowing that someone read it let alone enjoyed it... waoh
How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)
i am... trying very hard not to fall into self-deprecation here. i think there are things that i do well and things that i can improve on, but even if i write something and think it's "bad" i can still learn from it. all practice is good practice!!! (said through gritted teeth)
If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?
yea! i would find comfort in it i think, same way i do now. have my little characters for company
When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?
i am my own target audience. i am the conductor of the self-indulgence train but there's room aplenty if you wanna hop on
tag! @illarian-rambling @writingrosesonneptune @sarandipitywrites @mrbexwrites @mysticstarlightduck and a wide open tag if you havent done this yet. gimme a peek into your brain!!!
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I LOVE THE ALIEN BIRD YURI YIPIEEEE !! THEY ARE THE CUTEST THINGGG !!!!!!! 💙💜
Harry's first real love interest being an AVIAN is the absolute amazing, silliest thing EVER. The running joke, during the entirety of the show, of Harry being attracted to Avians actually being made into a relevant plotline is the most resident alien thing I could even think of bro. So rewarding for the viewer how they followed through with it instead of it just being a bunch of throw away lines !! It just speaks to how amazing the writing in this show is. It never stops surprising me, I love a story where every little detail is relevant and connected. (And I love surprises) IT'S SO GOOD. !!!
And they have the best, funniest chemistry dude. During their weird makeout scene I had to remember that these are actually actors doing this in front of a camera because it just felt so believable and real lmfaooo. 😭🙏 These actors are so amazing. I'm so impressed with everyone's performance in this show, it all feels so realistic; despite all the crazy alien shit constantly going on. (Especially with D'Arcys portrayal, she's actually my favorite character lmfao. Sorry Harry love youuu.)
I am soooo so glad they didn't do the "guy character is obviously attracted to woman female woman character but makes it really weird and it's uncomfortable and the "comedy" is how uncomfortable the woman is and how pushy the guy is." ...Trope. I was so worried about it when Heather was first introduced bc it's such an easy grasp at comedy that SOOO many shows are guilty of. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders when it was the exact opposite !!!. Making it a mutual crush had me literally kicking and giggling and jumping for joy, it's so cute and silly. The divergence of expectations just gerrr I eat it the fuck up every time. More cute and silly weird aliens in love please.
Ik people are put off by the instant puppy love but believe me. Instant puppy love is some real powerful shit y'all. I have felt that FIRST HAND !!! Plus I'm just a sucker for corny, cheesy romance in general. Whaaat I won't lie...I looooove bitches being cringe together, it's the most freeing thing in the world. And for me, the absolute strongest element of resident alien is how the character's relationships are written. I know some crazy shit is going to go down. But I am genuinely rooting for these two !! 😁 I love how Harry doesn't have to hide or change any part of himself for her. For the first time since he's been on Earth, he's been able to be totally 100% honest with someone. He can't even do that with Asta! I think their relationship makes so much sense. Especially with Harry's longing to find another alien to relate to. (And him actually getting that !!! Ahhh !!!! I love him being happy. He was so cute this whole episode.)
They don't have to be endgame or anything, I just hope it resolves in a way that makes sense. Even if it's not exactly what I would've wanted. I just wanna see more of these two crazy freaky lovebirds (btw.... lovebirds....kind of a cute ship name huh guys...I'm just brainstorming here...lol.) gerr I am SO excited to see all the drama next episode I can barely wait I'm going to shit my pants.
#LALAAA IM SO HAPPY#so. cute.#just two freaky bitches freaking it up 🤩🙏#I want harry to be so happy waaughh 🥲#resident alien#resident alien spoilers#harry vanderspeigle#I just love these two beautiful women...💋💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜lesbains#lovebirds💙💜
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HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ARIIII IT IS IIIIII!!!!!!!!! i'm here to bombard you with the very same questions of the question game bc i really wanna hear your answers too!!!!!! so 1. your comfort characters pleaseeee pretty please andd 2. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times please pretty pretty please!!! luv u btw wait also u are 10000% that gojo cover is the most beautiful thing in the world and nobody can tell us otherwise<33333333333
- @catchuuu
MICKEY IT IS YOUUUUUUUU :33 welcome welcome!!!!!! take a seat……. here is your ari delivered pastry and drink 🍩🍵 <- some tea bc it’s late. it’s gonna help you sleep better trust !!
wahhh you’re so sweet to drop in w these…. i had a crisis answering them bc . i am …. indecisive,.,…… but i’ll try just for you :’3
1/ HHHHHHHHHHHHH what is there to say………… you already know a lot of them i think 😭😭 gojo our belovedest ALWAYS makes me happy and suguru too!!! i think gojo is a bit more of a comfort though… sugu makes me pretty sad��.. ANDDD ofc kenjaku!!! my silly emotional support queercoded villain. he makes me smile :3 would also throw in nobara bc her existence feels like a warm hug. she’s my Everything. i had a crush on her when i first watched jjk and i will adore her always!!!!!
jjk aside though…… THIS is where i start getting indecisive bc i have too many fandoms to keep track of + my memory is bad :’3 but ummmm um. kunikida is my angel wife!! and reki from sk8 the infinity makes me sooo happy 🥺🥺 (you would LOVE him btw he has the brightest smile ever) ALSO NOYA FROM HQ…… and ryoji from persona 3….. and kazui from milgram… and tsukasa and emu from pj sekai……….
i could mention more but!!! i’ll finish by saying saber and archer from fate/stay night :> saber is the reason i started loving knights and archer is the sexiest man on this planet + the reason i’m into motherly men + voiced by junichi suwabe <3333 the fate series is soooo dear 2 my heart mickey…. my favorites r actually sakura and kirei but they both make me too emotional to be called comfort charas…. same w shirou……. and every single csm character too 😔 sigh .
2/ hhhh this one was . also tough……. :cc since you went w a childhood near-death experience i will do the same >:3 i was almost brutally murdered (<- grave exaggeration) by a cow when i was like . 10…. it might’ve been a bull?? i was too scared to look it in the eye 😞😞
it was raining a bunch right … and there was this lil nature reserve near my house . w a path you could walk up on a hill but also down by a river….. and it was raining sm that the whole thing was just FLOODED. you couldn’t see any of the rocks in the river…. or the grass you could walk on beside it…… so little ari decided to go down there anyway. for the sake of adventure. and i made it to the end of the path to a fence that you could jump over to get to The Normal Road Home .
BUT …. gasp ………. little ari came face to face w a bunch of cows . up on the hill. right by the fence. they were eating the grass and i was scared bc they were fucking HUGE mickey :((( i was shaking n shivering and trying to blend in w my surroundings……… carefully making my way towards the fence that they were kinda blocking.
BUT THEN …. another gasp….. suddenly i was face to face w this One cow/bull and it just stared at me. for a couple seconds. and then it ran right towards me and my childhood instincts kicked in …. so i like. ran down the hill and then back up so i could jump over the fence . and then i was ok :) but ever since that fateful day i’ve been scared of cows….. i can only admire them from afar 😔😔😔😔
hehe these were so fun to answer… ty mickey my angel <333 ALSO SO TRUE SO REAL i knew i could trust you…….. he’s so pretty!!!!!! ig we just have to bear the burden of understanding him better than anyone else …. a heavy burden but. it is what it is <//3
#ily mickey ty for stopping by <33 always happy to see you in my inbox i hope it’s comfy in your blanket fort !!! 🫂🫂🫂#and i hope you sleep well tonight :3 and that you have fluffy dreams!!! i am kissing your forehead so softly#will play relaxing lofi music just so you can sleep better#<33333#ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩
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yk the first couple of episode drops were a bit ehh to me but like.. these two just hit Right. maybe bc i knew what to expect pacing/story wise now? either way, they're def my faves so far, especially ep 5. that's my Favorite favorite :]
spoilers for both eps under the cut, mostly just me blabberin abt what i liked (warning: its alotta alastor)
for ep 5, at first i thought charlastors/radiobelles were winning (and while i don't ship it myself, i was happy for em) but then the realization of 'wait wait wait this isn't romo at all, alastors tryna be a FATHER FIGURE?!' hit instead and i went WILD bc thats 1000% my preferred dynamic for charlie and al. so uh.. yippee dadlastors, sorry charlastors..? gsjahafdaj
also the "Ha! Fuck you." im normal im normal im NORMAL im SOOOO FUCKIN NORMAL (IM CRAZY IM VRAZY I CRAZY IM CRASTY IM FUCKI)
mimzy!! (mimzie??) her intro was abrupt, but she seems like a doll, and her hug with al was real cute. tho i do think she needed that metaphorical kick in the ass abt al's thoughts when it comes to her leeching off his strength for protection. about that..
ALASTOR ACTUALLY CARES. HE CARES. (seemingly, at least). LIKE, HE ACTUALLY LEGITIMATELY, NON-FANONILY, GIVES A DAMN ABT THE HOTEL. HE WENT OUT OF THE WAY TO PROTECT THE PLACE AND TOLD MIMZY TO LEAVE IF SHE DIDN'T COME FOR REDEMPTION. MAYBE ITS IN HIS OWN WEIRD-GUARDED-PETTY WAY BUT FUCK FUCK HOOOLLLYY FUCK ALASTOR CARES
and one more thing b4 i move onto ep 6, i've already seen some ppl comparing what al did to husk in the hall to angel and val's dynamic, and while i do agree the two are both trapped in unsavory deals (loser, baby literally confirms this) i don't think al's ANYWHERE near as bad as val. was what he did fucked up? oh, yes, definitely. but it really?? shouldn't be surprising??? al's in hell ‘n has all this status for a reason, so i was really just waitin for a moment like that to happen. however, it didn't do any lasting damage. at least i really wouldn't say so. most it did was scare the shit out of husk for a minute, nowhere close to what val does to angel on the daily (see: episode 6). tho im willing to admit i might be lookin thru rose colored glasses bc i love al as a character. my opinion might change when/if the actual conditions of al and husks deal are revealed, but as of rn, i think al acted as he did there bc husk attacked a reeeally sensitive subject. he would've just been the petty bitch he always is if husk said like.. anythin else. oh and uhh yeah im abt 85% sure he and lilith have SOMETHING goin on. idk who the hell else would be powerful enough to have alastor on a leash
..oh yeah, lastly, lucifer was cool :] silly silly guy (with lotsa trauma) that hit me right in the daddy issues. funny tho, i rlly dont have much to say abt the guy despite the ep literally being focused on him. his song with charile was spectacular though, i need to listen to it on its own immediately
okokok, episode 6, finally, hopefully shorter than the mess of text above
first off. vaggie = fallen angel theorists, i would like to bow down and apologize for ever doubting you. i was one of the skeptics, i really was, but the show did it in a way that (albeit rushed, but what hasn't been so far?, thaaanks, 8-episode limit..) made it seem believable, with assdam calling her out for it..
but putting adam aside, uh, lute?? maam?? holy fuck, step on me??? please???? i mean uh. sick character design yk ahah ^^
whats her name.. emily? the younger seraphim girl, i liked her, she was a cutie. she really did just seem like heavens version of charlie. and the older seraphim woman i (expectedly) have mixed feelings abt. i feel like all would've be great it adam got outta her damn ear cause she might've actually be down to try the hotel with em gone.. angel was doing so well
speaking of angel, ANGEL!! oh lookit that character development, charlie's gonna be so fuckn proud!!! also, CHERRI!!!! saw someone else say cherris the devil on angels shoulder while husks the (heh) angel, and i have to say i agree. they both want the best for him, they just have different ways of goin about it.
unsurprisingly, fuck Valentino. although i did notice he was wearing a dress today, so. (through gritted teeth) slay.
thiiink that's all i gotta say for today?? besides the fact that next week is gonna be agonizing, ofc :] buckle up ppl we might get a genuine, emotional chaggie fight come next thursday
..oh yeah!! molly!!! we briefly saw molly!!!! i hope youre absolutely thriving girl, you deserve no less <3
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my gay uncle trying to explain to me that reagan wasn't that bad and his whole excuse literally being 'he had a gay friend.' 😶 I am ... how can you be this way when you actually lived through the 80's? I know media wasn't as accessible back then but damn man have you not looked back once? And then he has the nerve to frame ME as the ignorant one?
he was giving me a whole talk about how I can't just shut people out of my life for 'disagreeing with me.' (Because he wants me to unblock my transphobic mom because us not talking anymore is making everyone else soooo uncomfortable.) Ugh. 0/10 worst entire conversation I've had recently. He even tried the 'trans people don't deserve the same rights [as us gay guys] because they didn't even exist in the public discourse until recently' bullshit. When I mentioned the story of the trans research from 1930's Germany that was destroyed by the nazis he acted like I was trying to make the holocaust about trans people instead of jews. Not even??? Incredibly disingenuous. When I brought up literary sources he actually got upset and exclaimed that I should read some book about how Fauci is evil. I laughed like... 'okay.' "People only read things they agree with!" he exclaimed triumphantly as if I hadn't just agreed to read it. "Do you know how many right wing conservative christian books I've read? That's how I learned to think critically about what I read, take it apart, and refute it." That kinda took the wind out of his sails but I don't feel like I got through to him at all.
In another attempt to excuse his politics he tried the 'all politicians are evil' discourse so I talked about the minimization of harm and actual harm inflicted by candidates he probably voted for. He jumped that track so fast. Yeah I can see why he wouldn't wanna think too hard about that. He might... I dunno... have to shift his worldview to actually consider the needy and marginalized.
Over and over he kept trying to frame everything as my fault for 'playing the victim.' and 'being too polarized.' I gave the criticism earnest consideration but nah, it doesn't track. I mean I am polarized but in a standing for something so I won't fall for anything kinda way. He tried to say I was making myself the victim by letting my dad kick me out during the pandemic—said it was my fault for saying I was going to vote for Biden. Mmmkay. So I one-upped him by saying 'actually I knew moving in with my folks was my mistake from day one when my dad refused to let me pay rent. That was totally on me and all I've done is deal with the consequences ever since.' (A thing I've been saying since 2018. And it's silly anyway because my dad actually kicked me out like 4 months prior to that incident for refusing to give up any of my animals to a shelter because he believed it was their fault the AC in my apartment kept breaking [the AC broke again months after I moved out—it was a shitty AC]).
It sucks because deep down I know he still loves Reagan and stays right wing because they're the ones who made him rich. It doesn't matter that they would've rejoiced at his death back then. Even that Reagan effectively tried to kill him with gross negligence. I know that to get rich you can't afford to get hung up on the cost. I know we're each standing in vastly different moral landscapes shaped by our learning and our struggles or lack thereof. I'm pretty sure he doesn't see that. He just knows that I'm wrong so he keeps blindly tossing darts hoping he hits a target that proves he's right about me.
He kept saying something like 'I can love and respect people who disagree with me on all kinds of things. Even people who hate my lifestyle.' —as if I'm not doing exactly that by being here in his house, helping him cook pans of lasagna and potato salad for a bunch of my conservative relatives who are about to spend 24 hours belligerently misgendering me and who I know have voted for candidates up and down every ballot who're actively working to take my rights away & keep me trapped in poverty.
Look, I went in to this conversation desperately wanting any answer that would help me understand his take on this kind of thing. I wanted so badly for him to have a memory of some important historical event that I just wan't aware of yet. I also want to understand how he's been able to forgive the family who treated him so poorly when he came out. Nada. It's always just follow the money. I still hope he'll talk about his own views more (without attacking me) so that I can understand him better, because I still want to think better of him. Because I can and I do love so many people who persecute me. Anyway a little bit later he asked us not to bring up his partner's real estate buying business because the market is 'looking grim'. My hasn't-been-able-to-afford-rent-since-2017-ass was over there going, 'oh noooo that's gotta be so haaaard for him. Lemme just cry a single tear while I'm dicing this onion with one of your new $3000 knives.'
#save me from my family#gosh darn conservatives#ugh rich people#lakehouse shenanigans#personal problems#dialogue from memory#us politics#ex evangelical
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okay so finally got settled down after getting off the high of senior year of undergrad to read this and leave my full annotated reblog and OH MY FUCKING GOD!
sweet boy! i just want to hold you like a newborn and take you home with me! jordan, you never fail to amaze me with how much care you put into this couple and how human you make them. you truly amaze me with your writing and characterization and imagery and you do not get enough credit! now all my cheeky and stupid brain-rotted commentary below
"Last year, when he’d gotten back from three months out near Guam, he’d unabashedly cried from behind his sunglasses when he saw Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting for him. Amelia had even made a sign for him with terrible puns and lots of glitter. They’d had Bradley over for dinner - a family dinner - and he had felt on top of the world. Until he’d had to go back to his brand-new, empty house. Bitter with the sweet, he supposed." - oh my god oh my god oh my god!!! this is what I mean! this is the boy i want to put in my pocket and take home with me and snuggle like no other! ugh i'm just a SUCKER for kicked puppies!
"With nary a glance back at Maverick, who Bradley had just realized was standing next to you, you ran towards Bradley and into his arms with so much force that he staggered backwards." - time standing still! i love this so so much
"His wonderful girl. His sweet girl. His smart girl. His, his, his, his -" - jesus he loves her so much! bring back pathetically in love men 2024!
Bradley’s stride momentarily faltered. Right, he forgot about that - your little lunch dates with Maverick. Was it a little annoying and did it make him irrationally jealous? Sure. But it was also oddly sweet. There were a lot worse things than having your girlfriend genuinely like hanging out with your dad. Plus, Bradley’s didn’t think you really knew you had a crush on him. - the mav crush OMG!!! but honestly, wouldn't we all have a silly goofy little crush on mav?? like c'mon, it would be impossible not to.
"“I’m sure you two had plenty of time to catch up while I was gone, but now you’re all mine, kid.”" - the kid agenda! love to see it!
"Originally, Bradley had wanted to get you some frilly old thing, dainty and cute and proper if only to feed some long repressed kink of his. But the denim apron was practical and you would get use out of it for plenty more years to come. " - housewife kink mention is so SICK AND TWISTED!!!! especially coming from him because he knows that i would know my place with him lol
i would've copied and pasted damn near the entire bit about the email from the thirtieth and oh my GOD i was blushing and kicking my feet the entire time! he's so gentle with her? and they fit together so well?? the chemistry is def on par with phd level chemistry and i had to take several breaks to get through this part because i was soooo overwhelmed with butterflies
"“I love you so much - sometimes I’m scared that I love you this much and that it’s not quite been a year since we met. And I never thought I’d be so heart achingly in love with someone in the Navy, of all things, and just - sometimes it hits me that you’re not even fully mine? That a part of you will always want to be in the sky or out at sea because you have this other entity that tells you what to do? And when to do it and what to wear and how you should act? Where you’re Rooster and not my Bradley?”" - GOD this line tore me up; "when you're Rooster and not my Bradley?" jordan i'm literally SOBBING! tears rolling down my cheeks at an alarming pace.
"And he didn’t want to put you and any future little nuggets through that. He didn’t want to be a rocketman with them. . . .Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home." - annnnnnd yeah. i'm ruined. the mascara is freely flowing down my face now. i genuinely cannot get it together.
"“Got a feeling you’re gonna be my last one,” he murmured against your neck before he pressed kisses against it." - OH MY GOD!!!!! if a man ever said this to me (and was as hot, honest, and sincere as bradley is, of course) i would be on my hands and knees in no time. like full stop could not differentiate me from the walnut hardwood floors i def know he has.
"Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes. Maybe if he just took a quick nap…" - smart aleck is a SAINT because i would never forgive him if he fell asleep on me like that! you're looking that good, talking ALL this game, and away for THREE MONTHS???? and we're not even gonna bone? that's a damn shame!
overall, i genuinely cannot say anything other than OH MY FUCKING GOD! between blushing so hard at all the dirty talk and cheekiness (the way it would be stupidly easy to let this man in my pants irl is kind of ridiculous) and having a wobbly lip because of their sincereness and deeply special they are to each other, I think I've read this a grand total of five times between my initial reblog and this annoted post reblog. jordan, i said it once and i'll say it again, you amaze me like no other and bring such a charming and realistic viewpoint to bradley that i have not seen any other person bring to him before. so excited to see more from these two in the near future and even more ecstatic about the little daydreams I get to make up of them for the next week!!!
rocketman: part ii - from the back of the cab
Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw finally returns stateside for just about the best damn homecoming he's ever had. it's been three months of countless emails and facetime calls between the two of you, but what awaits you both now that bradley's back? and what does it mean for your relationship going forward? [read part i here]
OR a homecoming 159 emails in the making
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 10k
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, and suggestive content. a lot of the italic words are direct references to the emails in part i or direct quotes from the rocket man by ray bradbury (read at your own risk because if you picture bradley as the rocket man, you'll cry). the next part will pick up right where this one leaves off and hopefully won't take too long to get out!
from the back of the cab to the airport // i am happy you and i got this hour
Having multiple people, let alone multiple people who loved him more than anything in the world, waiting for him when he got home from a deployment, no matter how brief or long, was definitely a newer experience for Bradley. There was almost a giddiness about him as he said his goodbyes to Bob and Payback and the other pilots he’d flown with from Lemoore. He couldn’t wait to see you in twenty seconds after it’d felt like he’d been gone for twenty years.
The countless (actually one-hundred and fifty-nine - he’d counted) emails between the two of you had been his saving grace these last three months. You’d emailed him almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, much to the jealousy of his colleagues. He’d become addicted to them almost.
How did your cooking class go? What was your day like at work? Yes, he would love to go on a trip to Mexico. No, your mom is an absolute idiot. How did you touch yourself at night? Were you being a good girl for him?
And in twenty seconds he’d have the real thing. He’d have you in his arms, hugging him, kissing him, talking a mile a minute about any and everything under the sun.
(He knew Maverick would be there, too. He wasn’t being flippant about it or anything - all Bradley had wanted for the last thirteen years was for Maverick to be there when he got home. Last year, when he’d gotten back from three months out near Guam, he’d unabashedly cried from behind his sunglasses when he saw Maverick, Penny, and Amelia waiting for him. Amelia had even made a sign for him with terrible puns and lots of glitter. They’d had Bradley over for dinner - a family dinner - and he had felt on top of the world. Until he’d had to go back to his brand-new, empty house. Bitter with the sweet, he supposed.)
Off to his right, Bradley could see Bob and Callie hugging, and Reuben fussing over his wife’s noticeable baby bump. He smiled at the sight and the thought that he wouldn’t want to leave you while you were pregnant briefly floated through his mind.
And then, like he had conjured you up, there you were. You hadn’t seen him yet. But Bradley could see you as you craned your neck and stretched on your tiptoes, bobbing and weaving and stretching to try and find him in the crush.
He'd known you were taking a half day to pick him up and you looked so soft and lovely in your off-duty clothes - a simple pair of cropped jeans and a pale blue oxford that he'd later realize was his. Pale blue in a sea of khaki with your sunglasses perched on the top of your head as the sun still beamed strongly onto the asphalt.
Like something out of a movie, you turned your head and locked eyes with him. The two of you couldn't have been more than thirty feet apart and it was like everyone and everything around you had stopped - just for a moment. A blip in time. And then a smile crept across your face and your eyes lit up and the world started again.
“Bradley!”
With nary a glance back at Maverick, who Bradley had just realized was standing next to you, you ran towards Bradley and into his arms with so much force that he staggered backwards. His seabag made a solid thud on the ground as he wrapped his arms around you - one around your waist and another around the back of your neck. You burrowed your face in his neck and he couldn't resist holding you tighter, lifting you slightly so that the tips of your shoes kissed the asphalt.
This - this is what he had been missing for the last three months. Home. Home. Home. Bradley was home. With you. And holding you.
"Hey, kid." You tightened your hold on him at the moniker. "You miss me?"
“More than anything.” Not even a second after he put you down, your hands were running across his cheeks and neck. "Are you alright? Do you need anything? I have snacks in the car if you're hungry or -"
He cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss in three months. Thirteen weeks. Ninety-one days. Two thousand one hundred ninety-one hours.
Bradley knew he would have a lot more of these homecomings - had even had some with you already. But he would never forget this one - his favorite homecoming. Two weeks, ten days, three days; it was nothing. Nothing compared to being in your arms again after three months apart. Nothing compared to kissing you again after three months.
There was so much genuine love and longing in you - in him - that Bradley already dreaded when he’d leave you again. Because there would always be another time.
At least until he broke the cycle.
(Don’t ever be a rocket man. Promise me you won’t be like me.)
But for now you were safe in his arms, feeling and smelling and sounding like home and god - for now that was enough.
Your voice was similarly muffled. “Oh, bubs. I missed you so much. I can’t believe you’re finally home.”
“And I can’t believe you’re in front of me right now.”
He wanted to touch you everywhere. Your cheeks, your hair, your shoulders, your legs, your breasts. Everywhere. There was no way he could ever get enough of you.
You tilted your head up and smiled at him. “I love you.”
“Love you, too. Let’s go home.” The smile that lit up your face could guide Bradley home on even his darkest days.
Before setting off, he gave you another kiss, this one just as sweet, and the two of you started making your way to the gate and by the other families milling around. It was a bit awkward balancing his arm around your shoulder with his seabag, but it was all worth it to have you tucked into his side again. You were so soft and warm and smelled so pretty. He couldn’t get over it. Everything about you felt safe and precious.
“I can’t wait for you to see the house! I have almost everything situated, just a couple seasonal clothes and coats at my old place. I thought maybe we could go after work on Tuesday - unless you’re in a debrief or something or have other plans?”
Bradley squeezed you closer to his side. “Nah, I should be done by Monday afternoon, so Tuesday’s perfect.”
You nuzzled your face against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re home.” And then softer still, “I’m gonna keep saying it because it still doesn’t feel real.”
“Well,” Bradley steered you both away from the crush, “I’ll try my hardest to make it feel real for you later.”
And, God, it went straight to his cock, the way you peered up at him, eyes slightly widened. You even bit your lip, cheeky thing. His seabag slipped from his grasp and he wound both arms around your waist pulling you close to him again. All he wanted to do was play out one of those cheeky little emails of ours in excruciating detail. With his girl.
His wonderful girl. His sweet girl. His smart girl. His, his, his, his -
It was definitely verging on improper, the way he was kissing you now. But Bradley didn’t care. Not when you felt and smelled and tasted so fucking good -
“- Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!”
You whined against Bradley’s lips when he pulled away. It felt like he’d just gotten caught necking his girlfriend behind the bleachers by his father - and well…
Bradley cleared his throat and hoped his cheeks weren’t too red. “Captain Mitchell…”
They exchanged salutes, Maverick’s face all serious until Bradley could see him fighting a smile. There was a beat and then Bradley wrapped his arms around Mav in a tight hug.
“Good to see you, kiddo.”
“You too, Mav.”
He let Bradley go to look him over much like you had. It warmed his heart to be fussed over by his dad. To have the two most important people in his life be there to pick him up and bring him home.
“Come on you two, ice cream? My treat?”
You gasped. “Now Captain Mitchell, you wouldn’t be suggesting we spoil Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s dinner with ice cream, would you?”
Bradley hadn’t had ice cream in weeks. And a vanilla soft serve with chocolate jimmies sounded like absolute heaven right now. But as much as he wanted to have ice cream with you and Maverick like he was celebrating a little league baseball win, Bradley wanted to go home with you even more. He would see Mav during the week while you were at the office.
Right now, he just wanted to go home with his girl.
“Nah, I think we’re gonna head home. But I’ll take a raincheck for Monday?”
Mav nodded. “Sounds good to me, I’ll bring the car round then?”
“Sounds good, thanks!” you chirped.
Wait, what? Before Bradley could even question him, Maverick was off towards the parking lot - leaving you in his direct line of fire.
Which, to be fair, you did look contrite. “Pete thought it would be easier if he drove, especially with all the people around…”
And was Bradley really going to be mad at Maverick for caring too much? For wanting to spend time with his kid after he got home from a three month deployment? No. Not even at the expense of a twenty minute car ride home alone with you.
“I should’ve told you earlier he was driving, sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” You both started making your way to the gate again. “Probably gave him an excuse to take the rest of the afternoon off, too.”
You giggled. “I asked if he wanted to get lunch beforehand, but he said he was wrapping something up.”
Bradley’s stride momentarily faltered. Right, he forgot about that - your little lunch dates with Maverick. Was it a little annoying and did it make him irrationally jealous? Sure. But it was also oddly sweet. There were a lot worse things than having your girlfriend genuinely like hanging out with your dad. Plus, Bradley’s didn’t think you really knew you had a crush on him.
“I’m sure you two had plenty of time to catch up while I was gone, but now you’re all mine, kid.”
You wrapped your hands around his upper arm and gave it a squeeze. With a few nods at his fellow aviators and other assorted crew members, you two made it through the gate and to the parking lot where Maverick was waiting in his 1962 Ferrari 250 GTE.
Otherwise known both as the smallest car in the world and Bradley’s inheritance.
The car was in really good shape and drove like a dream. But it was very much not designed for a 6’1” naval aviator - especially when one was relegated to the back seat. Because Bradley didn’t want you to be in the back seat alone and you had refused to sit in the front.
So, now his knees were up to his shoulders and you two were separated by an armrest because the damn Italians hated fun and had foregone a bench seat.
Though this did not stop you from laying a cheeky hand on his knee, inching it higher and higher up his thigh as you crossed the Coronado Bridge. You glanced over at Bradley and winked, stopping yourself from getting higher by holding his hand instead.
It was never a long drive back to his - your house, but today it seemed to fly by ever faster. Maverick was unusually chatty in the front seat, asking about your upcoming trip and if you needed a ride to the airport on Thursday morning, while also telling Bradley about the newly renovated ready room on base.
The chatter petered off into the background as Bradley suddenly zeroed in on the song playing on the radio - Everlasting Love. He found himself mouthing the lyrics.
Need you by my side, girl you’ll be my bride
You’ll never be denied everlasting love
That was you. That was you and him. Everlasting love.
He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. And while you and Maverick chatted and told Bradley some of the more lighter happenings of the last three months - mainly the raccoon garage saga - he was counting down the minutes till it was just you and him. Peace and quiet with his everlasting love.
Which was really everything he could ever want.
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After a long shower with all his favorite products and even some new ones you had brought over, Bradley made his way downstairs and was greeted with the unfairly adorable sight of you chopping potatoes at the kitchen island. There was music playing, candles lit, and the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He smiled, seeing you wearing the apron he’d picked out for you all those months ago and was relieved to see that it looked broken in from wear. Because, to be honest, it was nearly impossible to pick out clothes for you.
Originally, Bradley had wanted to get you some frilly old thing, dainty and cute and proper if only to feed some long repressed kink of his. But the denim apron was practical and you would get use out of it for plenty more years to come.
And he could always get you another one for special occasions. Because he had had a lot of time to think about all those special occasions with you while he was away…
A beautiful smile lit up your face as you saw him pad down the stairs. “My, my, don't you look cozy?”
Once his socked-feet were firmly on the hardwood floor, Bradley spun on his heels showing off his comfy joggers and plain, grey t-shirt. “Do I pass muster?” He pressed a kiss to the cheek you tilted up for him.
“I’ll think you’ll do, bubs.” He pulled you in for a hug from behind. “Mmmmm, you smell so good.”
He swayed you back and forth in his arms. “I should, I used all your shampoo…”
“Cheeky boy.” You craned your neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You want a drink while I make dinner? You can lay on the couch for a bit if you want? You must be exhausted.”
“Oh?” He hadn’t even considered going into the living room, not when you were in the kitchen. “Uhhh, sure, yeah. I’ll take a drink.”
You smiled and pulled back from him. “Old fashioned?” He nodded. You got out a rocks glass from the cabinet and went over to the bar cart in the dining room for the whiskey and bitters. “I got those fancy bitters at that liquor store you like.”
“Did you take care of everything?” He said it to hide his own reddened cheeks, but you appeared equally as bashful.
“Tried too.”
“You gonna have one, too?”
You nodded. “Yeah, but we’re also having wine with dinner, so just one for now - here you go. Got to start you off slow, Bradshaw.” You slid the glass over to him and held your own out to toast. “To your long awaited homecoming.”
Your eyes locked over the rim of your glasses and you had both barely set them back down on the table before Bradley pressed a kiss to your lips. You tasted like sugar and whiskey and felt like home.
“Missed you, kid.”
“Missed you, too, rocketman. You have no idea how happy I am that you’re home.” You kissed him again. “Now, you gotta let me finish cooking. The table’s already set, so there’s nothing for you to do, but relax.”
“Fine, fine,” he heaved out a great sigh, “banishing me already and I’ve only been home for a few hours, I see how it is - owww!” You smacked his ass with a dishtowel. “Alright, I’m going, I’m going.”
The living room looked nearly identical to how it had when Bradley had left in December - minus the Christmas tree, of course - but there were still little touches of you everywhere. The pillows were arranged far nicer than Bradley had ever been able to manage and there were three new candles of differing heights on the coffee table. Plus, the cream colored cashmere blanket from your apartment that he always stole was artfully strewn across the back of one of the leather sofas.
With one glance back towards you in the kitchen - you were completely focused on some Russet potatoes - Bradley flopped onto the couch and tucked himself under the blanket. It was warm and cozy and so comfortable under there in his couch clothes in the house you two shared. Quiet, too, even with some Van Morrison playing from the kitchen. It was the kind of quiet that could lull Bradley to a peaceful sleep, especially after having been ensconced in constant noise for the last three months.
And he tried for half an hour - he really did. He thought of how excited you were to show him the perfectly organized closet and how you’d put all the little bits and bobs you’d gotten for him over the last three months in the guest room for him to look over at his leisure and how he’d corrected you on where the mail should go.
It was just - it was too quiet and too perfect and too comfy and he just wanted to be with you. Even if it meant sitting on one of the uncomfortable kitchen barstools.
You shook your head, but smiled as he approached. “You don’t have to watch me, you must be exhausted?”
Bradley shrugged. “Just wanna be near you, kid.” Were you nervous about cooking? Was that why you didn’t want him in the kitchen with you? He backtracked. “If that’s alright?”
You bit your lip and gestured for Bradley to sit at the island in front of you. There were a couple mise en place bowls laying around, but you quickly made room for Bradley and his drink.
“It’s like a taping of the Barefoot Contessa.”
You chuckled. “Let’s just hope the food’s as good as Ina’s.”
“Walk me through it.”
With a teasing smile on your face, you went back to mincing the garlic - with a glowing comment from Bradley on your newly acquired knife skills - and he just sat there, chin propped up on his hand watching you explain the next couple steps. You even got a yes, chef out of him when you asked him to turn the music down. The roasted potatoes smelled absolutely divine cooking in the oven and you had just finished snipping the ends off the asparagus when your demeanor suddenly changed. You fiddled with your apron tie and abruptly turned around to face him, looking almost surprised by the action, though you wouldn’t exactly look him in the eye.
“Actually, now that you’re here - or here at the table,” you huffed out a laugh, “there’s something I want to talk to you about that happened while you were gone - no, that’s not - something I was thinking about while you were gone?”
You put the burner down on the sauce pan, leaving the minced garlic to simmer before you were facing Bradley yet again. You looked nervous, unsure of yourself, as you played with the bracelet he had gotten you for Christmas. Had something happened while he was gone that you hadn’t told him about? Were you sick? Hurt? Was there someone - no, no, you’d never.
Bradley leaned back in his chair and hoped he sounded surer than he felt. “Sure, uhh, yeah, go ahead.”
“It actually has to do with some emails I sent you - last week, in particular. One of them is actually that email.” You looked down at the granite countertop as Bradley tried to think of which email would constitute italics. “But I also want to talk about one of the other emails, when I messaged you about that dream I had and kind of how that all falls into everything that we’ve been going through and probably will be going through -”
“- Because this is it,” he interrupted. Because you and I are it.
“Yeah. Because this is it,” you returned, equally as resolute. “So…”
Bradley sat up straighter in his chair and cleared his throat. “Which one do you want to talk about first?”
You fiddled with your apron bow. “Maybe the one from the thirteenth?”
“Which one was that?”
Now you definitely were avoiding looking at him. Your words came out slowly, like you dreaded saying them and Bradley had a sudden inkling that he knew exactly which email you were referencing.
“The one about me needing you. Needing you to take care of me,” you whispered the last part.
He could feel his cheeks coloring. “Oh. Right, yeah.”
Bradley had never received an email like that before. Had never even received a text like that before. It was just so raw and almost animalistic the way your need for him jumped off the page.
nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours.
“I shouldn’t have sent that one to you - especially since if I could’ve waited five more days, none of this would’ve happened. It’s just - I needed you so badly and wanted you - ugh, no! No, I shouldn’t have sent you that email. It wasn’t proper, it was embarrassing for you and me and I was just missing you so much and in such a different way that I’ve never experienced before when you’d been gone and - I couldn’t bear not telling you for another moment. Because no one was there to tell me what to do or -”
You threw your hands out and put them on the top of your head. God, it looked like you were about to cry. And it broke Bradley’s heart. He pushed his barstool back from the island and padded over towards you.
“Come ‘ere, kid.”
You let out a sigh and your eyes were swimming with tears as you fell into Bradley’s arms. You felt small in his arms - not necessarily in the physical sense, but like you were folding in on yourself. He needed to take care of you - take you, take you, take you -
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, whenever you want, it’s fine.” Bradley pressed a kiss to your forehead and squeezed you tighter. You held on to him tightly, which muffled your next words.
“I’ve never had someone who I need in that way. And it’s not even necessarily about the sex, itself. I could go months without having sex - had before I met you. It was never something I really needed to get by, I guess? I could take care of it on my own.
“But then - then I met you and you just? You make me need you - make me crave you, you tell me what to do, make me want to please you. And then you just leave for three months and I have to learn how to do all that on my own and it was just so hard? It felt like I dropped? Like everything caught up to me after all those months and weeks and I felt scared and lonely and needy and desperate for you and for you to tell me I’m a good girl and take care of me and be my d - be dominant with me.”
Your breathing quickened as you talked and Bradley felt you getting more worked up. He rubbed his hands across your back, hoping it would soothe the ache inside of you, if only a little bit. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, kid.”
i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley
You sniffled. “I guess I just didn’t think - I mean, I knew other people would see it - and I did think that was kind of hot, especially when you called me out for it - it was only after, when I’d realized what I’d done that I saw how embarrassing it was for you.
“Like Joe from Comms being like hey, did you know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s girlfriend is a horny, pathetic, subby mess for him? You gotta see it, man. She couldn’t even make it three months without getting fucked. He can’t even take care of his g -”
“- Stop it.” Bradley grabbed your chin. “You know that’s not true.”
“Maybe.” You shrugged. “But I was already feeling shitty about my mom and being so busy at work and how I loo -” you broke off and Bradley desperately wanted you to finish the thought. “I guess it all caught up to me.”
“But I wrote back. I wrote back and told you everything I wanted you to hear and what you needed to hear. And god, I’d do it again, I’d do it in a heartbeat if it brought you comfort and I probably should’ve done it sooner.”
nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do
You squeezed your arms around his stomach and breathed him in. God, he loved you so much, he’d say anything and do anything to make you realize that.
“I needed it, what you wrote me, and I needed to tell you what I said, but I should’ve waited so, I’m sorry, can you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive, kid. You message me when you need me, no matter how.” He kissed your temple. “I know we’ve never really talked about how that part of our relationship would work while I was gone, so maybe next time we just make a plan?”
You nodded. “I’d like that. I know it’s not like that all the time between us, so I didn’t even think of it before you left.”
“I hadn’t either,” he confessed.
Long distance d/s relationship reddit would be Bradley’s best friend over the next few days. Neither of you would have to go through that again, not if he had something to say about it. The whole idea of not being allowed to use anything besides your fingers to masturbate was a good start, but it was just that - a start. Because like you’d said, you two weren’t in that dynamic all the time, but you both needed it. It was new for both of you. You’d just have to come up with a list together.
But just to give you a little encouragement in the meantime…
“And let’s not forget…��� You peered up at him. “You did tell me you read my email seven times…”
You giggled and shoved his shoulder. “Might’ve been an understatement.”
“Oh?”
“I think I came three times that first night alone.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmmhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair. “‘Kept picturing you in your bunk writing it while fisting your cock. And then I was laying next to you in your bunk - and it had to be a secret. I had to keep quiet - just like at Thanksgiving - and not make a peep.”
“But you don’t like to be quiet…”
He crowded you against the island and rolled his hips against yours. The thin fabric of his joggers did little to hide how much he desired you, especially after the conversation you’d just had.
His subby little girlfriend. God, he couldn’t wait to take you apart bit by bit later.
Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl.
Though, that’s not to say that you couldn’t partake in a little preview now. Bradley’s lips crashed against yours, caught up in the furor and headiness of it all, and your body melted against his. Three months later and you still responded so well to him. Your breathy little sighs as he bit your lip and pressed countless kisses along your jawline and neck sounded like heaven. You smelled so sweet, tasted so sweet, felt so sweet - he kissed you again, coaxing your mouth back open.
“Bradley, bubs, I -” you gasped against his lips, “I need to turn the stove off if we’re going to -”
Without taking his lips off yours, Bradley reached behind his back and turned off the gas burner. The garlic still sizzled in the pan, but now without the risk of burning the house down. You could put fresh garlic on later, now he just wanted you.
His hands went back to their place on your hips before the left slid underneath your oxford and up your body. You stiffened slightly, but welcomed his touch, if only for a moment before you pulled back from him.
“We have to - I have to finish dinner.” He nodded, albeit reluctantly. You pecked his lips again.
There was something deeply erotic about waiting - even if it was just for a couple of hours.
Where are you going to have me first?
In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen.
Bradley cleared his throat. “You said you wanted to talk about another email? The one about your dream, right? The one with our kid.”
It felt right saying it - our kid.
God, Bradley, I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you
“We can wait until dinner - or even after dinner, if you want?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond. “I’m sorry I’m dropping all this on you. I know you’ll say otherwise, but I shouldn’t have done this right when you came home - the dryer hasn’t even finished your first load yet. I know you’re exhausted and definitely have your own stuff to work through after being gone and we should be having sex on the floor or over the arm of the couch, not listening to me blubber -”
Bradley shook his head and interrupted you. He didn’t want to give you another moment to doubt yourself.
“- Hey, hey. I wanna talk about the heavy stuff with you, it’s okay. And I’d rather we do it now so we can really enjoy these next few days together - and maybe then have sex on the floor and over the arm of the couch. I don’t want this hanging over your head, kid.
“And you’re not alone in thinking about that over the last few months - it’s probably been even longer for me…”
You wiped at the tears pooling in your eyes. “Really?”
“You know you’re it for me, kid.” Have been since our fourth date went unsaid. “So, come on, walk me through it.”
You leaned against the back counter near the stove, while Bradley mirrored you against the island. You sighed.
“I love you so much - sometimes I’m scared that I love you this much and that it’s not quite been a year since we met. And I never thought I’d be so heart achingly in love with someone in the Navy, of all things, and just - sometimes it hits me that you’re not even fully mine? That a part of you will always want to be in the sky or out at sea because you have this other entity that tells you what to do? And when to do it and what to wear and how you should act? Where you’re Rooster and not my Bradley?”
Bradley frowned at the use of his callsign coming from your lips. It didn’t feel right, it didn’t sound right. He didn’t want to be Rooster around you. He liked that he didn’t have to be Rooster around you.
“And it makes me absolutely crazy because you love it and you’re not going to stop - and you shouldn’t stop, not for me! But, god, Bradley, sometimes I want to shake you and hold you down and beg you to stay. Like that fucking story.” You wiped your eyes.
“It’s all I wanted to tell you when I had that dream. About how I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here. I don’t want you looking at the sky when you’re here and wanting to be up there. And I know you don’t either, Bradley. You give everything to everyone, you don’t do things by halves.”
You both stood there, Bradley stunned by your words, and you, seemingly stunned that you’d actually said them. He took a step towards you, but didn’t cross that final barrier to touch you. He remembered highlighting a particular passage from the story in his response back to you and how he never wanted you to feel the same way as Lily. He didn’t want to let it - flying, the Navy, all of it get a hold of him.
“Don’t ever be a Rocket Man.” I stopped. “I mean it,” he said. “Because when you’re out there you want to be here, and when you’re here you want to be out there. Don’t start that. Don’t let it get hold of you.” “But-“ “You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, If I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I go out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”
You sniffled and wiped your eyes on your sleeve. “And I was so scared when you didn’t get back to me right away. Thought I’d scared you off…” You glanced down at the floor and played with your bracelet. It looked so fragile and dainty on your wrist. “I think I wrote five different responses to you after - deleted all of them.”
Bradley nudged your foot with his own and got you to look up at him. Even though it felt like his tattoo was burning into his skin - xxxix, xxxix, xxxix, the number ran through his head constantly as of late - he tried to put on a brave face. Everything you were saying was what he had been mulling over for the last three months. Thousands of miles apart and you both were still so in-sync. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“You turned my life on its head when you sent me that story.” Even weeks later, he was still in disbelief. “And I know it wouldn’t have changed anything - not really - but I kept - I keep wondering how my dad would’ve reacted to it? Or my mom? I don’t think it would’ve made anything different, but just knowing about it? Because I don’t want us to have kids and still be a ‘rocket man.’ I don’t want them - that little boy in your dream - to wonder if I want to be up in the sky more than I want to be with him. And be with you. I want to be around, I want to be their dad and your husband. I love it, I love flying. But I don’t love it more than being with you and having a family with you. I don’t want to die in an F18 with a family at home.”
You let out a sob and he wrapped his arms around you and slowly swayed you from side to side. “Kid, I got six more years and then I’m all yours.” He could feel your tears seeping into his shirt as you cried. “It’s like what I said after you sent me that story - I don’t want our kids chasing ghosts. Not like I did.”
“You’d give us your wild?” you whispered.
Bradley nodded and felt his own eyes welling up. “I want us to have what my mom and I didn’t. And it’s not that my mom wasn’t enough, but there was always a piece missing for both of us - Maverick, too.” You wiped the tears away from his eyes. “I love you, so, so much, kid. You know I’m gonna marry you. And I just want to be yours when it comes time for us to have a family.”
Honestly, it was a relief that you’d brought all this up. It only reaffirmed the thought that had been bouncing around Bradley’s head lately.
You two wouldn’t have kids until he was out of the Navy.
There were six years until Bradley could put in his twenty years and retire. It was a little fucked, honestly, and he was sure his therapist would have plenty to say about it. But why not avoid something that could end in tragedy for everyone involved?
Why run the risk?
Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home.
And he knew his logic wasn’t exactly sound. It didn’t entirely make sense even to himself. There would be plenty of times over the next six years where he could get into an accident or not come home from a mission. He understood that.
Except, currently, there wasn’t a kid waiting at home for him. There wasn’t a three year old Bradley waiting at home and being told by his mom that his dad wasn’t coming home. He knew that if you had a family, it would be harder for you to move on if something happened to him. And he didn’t want to put you and any future little nuggets through that. He didn’t want to be a rocketman with them.
Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home.
He wasn’t going to do that to your family. So, why not just wait to have a family until after he got out of the Navy? It seemed obvious. Perfectly so. The words had been ready to pour out of his mouth, except you beat him to it.
“I know,” your cleared the scratchiness out of your throat, “we talked about waiting to have kids until a couple years after we get married, but if you want to wait until you retire, we’ll do it. And then we’ll get all of you. I want to do everything with you, Bradley.”
Give you my wild, give you a child.
Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and squeezed you hard. “I love you, I love you, I love you. God, I love you so much.” He kissed your forehead and cheeks and lips and tried his damndest to pour all the love he had for you into it.
“I love you, too, Bradley,” you said simply.
And maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to wait and almost be consumed by this desperate need to control both your lives and have a countdown clock to when everything would be okay. Because maybe things wouldn’t be okay in six years? And maybe you and Bradley would get in a car accident tomorrow or maybe you both would have trouble having kids or or or…
But Bradley wasn’t dying in an F18 with a family at home.
He would need to talk about this with his therapist at some point. The therapist the Navy gave him eighteen months ago after he ‘recklessly’ went back to save Maverick. The therapist that he just never stopped seeing even though he was cleared from last April.
“We’re a bit of a mess, aren’t we?” Bradley asked after a moment.
You pulled back. “Maybe? And maybe it’s a little extreme for both of us to think like that, but we’ll make it work, okay? However we have to, we’ll make it work for us.” You punctuated your words with a quick kiss over his heart.
“Oh dear,” you said suddenly. Bradley tensed up. “I got tears on your shirt.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, I know you can afford to get me a new one.” You shoved his shoulder and you both laughed. And just like that, the mood was lifted.
Bradley had been right earlier - he felt lighter. You looked lighter. And that wasn’t to say that you’d looked gloomy or upset or scared before, but your shoulders weren’t as tense and you kept smiling, at him, at whatever you were cooking, at nothing.
This could be his life every night. You could be together like this forever. Cooking dinner side by side, talking about where the mail should go (it very much was not on the hall table, that was for damn sure), complaining about Mr. Harrington next door or arguing over who should vacuum. All the little things that made that big life together. The one you both wanted so badly.
And contrary to your earlier statement, you did make you and Bradley another drink before dinner. In fact, it probably was what gave you the courage to attempt to flip the chicken in the saucepan like a regular José Andrés. (Even more surprising was the fact that you didn’t drop any.)
Once the potatoes finished, you swapped them in the oven for the asparagus, hoping the former would cool while the latter was roasting. All the while, you talked Bradley through everything - how much oil you added to the asparagus, where you’d gotten the potatoes, and the recipe for the chocolate cake you’d made for dessert.
It was - well, Bradley didn’t really have a word for what it was. His first thought was how nice it was seeing you so confident and capable and proud of yourself. But his second thought was that it was also oddly stirring seeing you do all this for him while he just watched.
Watched his pretty little girlfriend bopping around the kitchen, bopping around the house making sure everything was perfect for him. All you needed was a pretty little dress and a string of pearls to match your earrings. His pretty little housewife. Mrs Bradshaw. Bent over the kitchen island, wearing nothing but a frilly white apron and a pearl necklace as he fucked you from behind -
“All set!” Your cheerful voice interrupted Bradley’s fantasy before it could really start. He had zoned out while you’d been prattling on about the herb cutting scissors you wanted to get at Crate & Barrel. “Shall we?”
Bradley readjusted himself before getting up from his seat and helping you bring the drinks and serving dishes into the dining room.
Mrs Bradshaw.
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“So, how is it?” you asked once the food had been served and the wine had been poured. You had your chin propped up on your fist as you watched Bradley take the first few, slow bites of food.
It was good. It was more than good, it was excellent. It was hot and perfectly seasoned and all the textures were just right. And it wasn’t just because he’d been on an aircraft carrier, eating out of the officer’s mess everyday. Because the food was actually pretty good on the carrier and the Aussies had even treated him to a couple meals.
But he wouldn’t be Bradley and you wouldn’t be you if he didn’t mess with you a little. He tilted his head back and forth, trying to look like he was mulling it over. “It’s good…”
You nudged his foot under the table once you saw the smile threatening to break out on his face. “You ass.” The words lacked any heat.
Bradley took another bite of potatoes before speaking. “It’s really good, kid, seriously. You killed it. Seemed like you really enjoyed it, too.”
“I did,” you nodded, “I just always used to be so nervous I’d undercook something and make everyone sick, you know? Or that people would be lying to me about the food and that it was burnt or under-seasoned or something? But those lessons really helped and made me more confident, which is exactly why you gave them to me, so thank you.”
Maybe it wasn’t exactly why he had given them to you, but…
“You’re very welcome.”
Dinner continued on with only light hearted conversation after that. What Reuben and Bob were planning for their leave (Reuben and his wife were going up the coast for a mini-break and then building out the nursery for their baby, while Bob was going home to see his parents), the work you had to finish up before your trip, and what you both were hoping to get out of your vacation (good food, a tan, reading plenty of books, and having copious amounts of sex).
All the while, Bradley had another helping of everything, except the potatoes, of which he had two additional helpings - you refrained from seconds entirely. You two must have sat at the table for over two and a half hours, talking and eating and laughing. It was perfect. Bradley helped you bring the dishes back into the kitchen; both of you were more than happy to deal with them a little later.
And then there was the dessert. The chocolate cake looked heavenly - Ina’s recipe, of course - and you asked Bradley if he wanted an espresso martini to wash it down.
“What? ‘You trying to get me drunk?”
You put your hand over your heart. “I would never! Though, I know your tolerance might be a little shot. Did that affect your stamina, too?”
“Ha, ha, ha hilarious.” He took the cake plate and knife from you while you went over to the bar to make the martinis. “I’ll have you know that the Aussies were very accommodating hosts.”
“The Aussies, huh?”
Bradley shrugged. It wouldn’t be an issue to tell you now, not after he’d been dying to mention it for the past few weeks. “It’s not classified or anything, they just don’t like us talking about it in the moment.”
“Wait,” you came back into the dinning room with a coupe half filled in your right hand. “Did you go to Australia?”
“Possibly…” You shot him a look. “We do this joint training exercise with them every year. Last year was my first year.”
“That’s so cool! Did you spend much time actually on land or…” You went back to preparing the drinks and tossed your next question over your shoulder. “When was it? I think I saw something about it in the news.”
“After you got back from London. It was just a week for the actual exercise, but there were a lot of meetings in the lead up, we did a couple war-games, too. We were mainly in New South Wales with the aviators, but went up to the North Western Territory for the actual exercises.”
Last year, Bradley hadn’t had the opportunity to really get too involved in the planning aspects and being on base - his promotion hadn’t come through yet, so he had been just a lowly lieutenant - but his elevated rank granted him that privilege this year.
“Wait, that’s so cool, I’ll have to read up on it more! I definitely remember hearing about it on the news, should’ve made the connection.” You came back over with the drinks. “How were the other pilots? This isn’t going to be some Manchurian Candidate bullshit, is it?”
Bradley barked out a laugh. “Nah, that’ll be Bob.”
“Did it have a fun name? They always seem to!”
Bradley took a sip of his martini. Damn it was delicious. “Exercise Talisman Sabre - R-E. You want me to cut the cake?”
You nodded. Bradley pulled the cake stand closer to his seat. The cake was stunning. The frosting was definitely homemade and the white piping on the top looked perfect. “‘You take a picture of it yet?”
“Of the cake?”
“Gotta commemorate this, it’s gorgeous. Need one with you, too!” You smiled bashfully as Bradley snapped a couple pics with his phone and then put it face-up on the table. The picture of the two of you at your Christmas party before his deployment smiled back up at him.
You sat back down in your chair. “Here’s hoping it tastes just as good.”
There would still be plenty of cake for leftovers, but Bradley thought the two of you deserved a little something extra tonight and measured the first piece a little bigger than he normally would.
“Oh. You can have that one. I’ll take a smaller piece.” He went to cut another piece, slightly smaller than his. “Little smaller.” He kept scooching the knife closer and closer for your approval until it was only about a third of the size of his piece. “That’s perfect, thanks.”
You took a huge first bite of cake and Bradley did the same. “Oh, god. It’s so good,” he said. “I need the recipe so I can make this every week.”
Your fork froze midair for a moment, before you took a slightly smaller piece this time. “I don’t know if I can handle this every week...” You chuckled.
Bradley moaned. “But the ganache! The whipped frosting on the top! Sweetheart, it’s so good. The world cannot be deprived of its beauty.”
That got a proper laugh out of you. “‘You writing sonnets about cake now?”
“I’ll write sonnets about you, this cake, anything you want, you got me in a good mood, kid.” He licked the frosting off his fork and then went back in for the final two bites.
“That might just be the martini talking, bubs. Here,” you slid your barely eaten plate over towards him, “you can have the rest of mine.”
Bradley frowned. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I had extra batter and made some cupcakes. Had one this morning. I’m chocolate cake’d out.”
He was a little dubious since you loved chocolate cake, but took your words at face value.
“But first,” you swiped some extra frosting off your plate and streaked it across Bradley’s cheek, “you got a little something on your face, bubs.”
“Oh no,” he laid it on thick, “guess you’ll have to come over here and help me clean it off.”
In a flash, you were on him - arms wrapped around his neck, legs astride his thigh. Your feet remained firmly on the ground, but Bradley wanted all your weight on him, reminding him that he was here in the house you shared and not back in his bunk on the carrier.
“There we go.” You swiped the frosting off his cheek and sucked the excess off your finger. “My pretty boy again.”
He smiled. “You say that like you haven’t wanted to fuck me since we got home.”
Your jaw dropped at his words. “I’m trying to draw out the anticipation!” Bradley squeezed your hips and you shifted your weight on his thigh. This time your words came out quieter. “Thought you wanted me in our bed the first time back?” You pressed light kisses across his neck and jawline until you nipped at his ear. “The same bed I’ve been getting myself off in every night since I brought my stuff over.”
“But just like I asked, right? Just your fingers?” You nodded. “Good girl.”
You ducked your head at the praise and then pulled yourself even closer to him before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. You tasted like espresso and chocolate and Bradley wanted to take you right there on the dining room table with little regard for the state of his stem and dish-ware. Slowly, you rocked your body on his lap and let out a breathy gasp against his lips. The seam on your jeans must have been driving you absolutely crazy, but you didn’t let up. And, frankly, Bradley didn’t want you to - all he wanted right now was to keep kissing you, keep pressing his chest against yours, keep grabbing at your hips over your shirt. Except that soon wasn’t enough.
He slipped his hand underneath your shirt and went straight for your lace bra. He smiled against your lips. Good girl. You wore his favorite one. His hand slid lower to drag his fingers across the soft skin of your stomach and side. God, you were so warm. So soft. But he couldn’t linger on the spot for too long after you pushed his hand away and gestured for him to get up.
Without separating yourselves for too long, you and Bradley made your way from making out on his dining table chair to making out on the couch. You were on your back, half wedged between the back cushion, and entirely under Bradley’s bulk.
God, had he missed this. Touching you, kissing you, holding you, fucking you. You’d already talked for hours, now he wanted to kiss you for them.
The couch felt ten times more inviting with you now than it had earlier in the evening when it had just been Bradley. Because now he had you underneath him with your head on the throw pillows he had made note of earlier, now the candles on the coffee table were lit and were the perfect complement to your perfume, and now the cashmere blanket he had always loved was half draped over you both.
This was where you’d watch movies together at night, where you’d open Christmas presents, where you’d ride him after a long day at work, where you’d have meals with the news on in the background, where your kids would watch TV.
“I love you,” you rasped against his lips. “I love you so much.”
“Love you, love you, love you,” he repeated.
It could have been twenty minutes or an hour later, but now the two of you were just laying side by side on the couch. You were wrapped in Bradley’s arms, nestled against his chest, where you had been pressing little kisses against his neck for the last five minutes. Occasionally, you’d play with the ends of his hair or drag your finger across the scars on his neck.
Bradley pressed a light kiss to your temple. “This has been really nice, thank you. I’ve never had someone to come home to - not like this.”
You tilted your head up and bit your lip, looking adorably flustered. “I always want to be here when you come home. And I wanted to do something nice for you, make you happy.”
“You made me very happy, always do.”
“Always, huh?” you teased. You kissed his neck. Nipped at his neck.
Bradley mimicked your tone. “Well, not when I saw the way you put the mail on the hall table…”
“You gonna punish me?” There was a little glint in your eyes as you said it.
While the idea had plenty of merit, Bradley didn’t want that tonight, he wanted everything to be soft and slow, so he could really get his fill of you. Plus, you’d be so fucking tight for him, so responsive to his touch, he wanted to make that drag out as long as possible. He wanted you to babble, he wanted you to beg.
“Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow if you’re good for me?” He pinched your side and you let out a giggle and then suddenly sat up on the couch, almost startled.
“I should do the dishes, don’t want to leave them for too long. You can head upstairs, though.” You cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You sure you don’t need any help?” he said the last word through a yawn.
“Nope!” You smiled over your shoulder and headed off to the kitchen. “You’re off the hook. I’m gonna finish putting these in the dishwasher and lock-up while you go upstairs and get ready, okay?”
Bradley scrunched his nose. “Is this gonna be a normal thing? You doing all the housework? Because that’s not gonna slide, roomie.”
“Oh, so I’m just your roommate now?” you teased. You bent over the dishwasher to put some larger plates in the back. “I see how it is, Bradshaw.”
He doubled back over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. “Got a feeling you’re gonna be my last one,” he murmured against your neck before he pressed kisses against it.
It was like you melted against him. God, you smelled so pretty and tasted so pretty and looked so pretty and sounded so pretty giggling. And Bradley had never felt so welcomed home before. He couldn’t wait to do this with you every night.
“Bradley,” you sighed and turned around to face him. “The sooner you let me finish, the sooner I can come upstairs…” You pecked him on the lips.
Upstairs. Where Bradley would take care of you.
Take care of you. Take you. Take you take you take you -
He groaned and gave you a longer kiss. “Okay, okay, okay.” He kissed you between each word. “But this is the last time you’re getting away with this...”
“I’ll hold you to it.” You kissed him again. “Now go! Get into something comfortable, powder your nose, touch up your hair -”
“I’m going, I’m going,” he promised. “Don’t be too long, we can always do everything tomorrow morning.”
You waved him off good-naturedly and went about setting the kitchen to rights. Bradley smiled at the sight of you already appearing so at home in his house - your house and headed upstairs. With startling alacrity despite the numerous drinks he’d had and the late hour, Bradley quickly brushed his teeth, did his skincare routine, and turned down the bed for your arrival.
Even a floor apart, he could still hear the sounds of you puttering around downstairs. If he concentrated really hard, he could imagine exactly what you were doing.
You had just opened the silverware drawer, probably had just washed and dried something - oh right, he had noticed you used the hand-wash-only salad tongs for the asparagus. Then you opened the tupperware cabinet and got out some snapware and eventually opened the freezer, putting the leftover chicken piccata away for another meal. Then there was the sound of the cake plate on the granite countertop and more snapware. He was still surprised you hadn’t eaten much cake, much of any of the food really, but chalked it up to nerves or excitement at his homecoming.
With a sigh, Bradley laid back against the fluffy pillows lining the headboard. God, he had missed this. His high thread count sheets, your fancy Laundress detergent, his side of the bed - and more importantly, you being on the other side. He stretched and let out a groan, getting comfortable.
This was perfect. He was home - in the house you now shared. You were going to come upstairs - probably in some cute little outfit - and give him a proper welcome home. Bradley bet you even got a new matching set just for the occasion. The two of you had gotten all the tough conversations out of the way - for the most part - so now you could really enjoy these next few days together before your trip.
And Bradley was so excited to go to Punta Mita with you. You had done such an amazing job planning everything. He had done some additional research on his flight home earlier and definitely wanted to hit up the spa and maybe sneak in a round of golf over the ten day trip. Plus, you definitely had the cutest fucking outfits planned. He always liked that, imagining what you were wearing while he was gone. The sporadic pictures hadn’t been enough. You always looked so pretty and he always needed to tell you.
Pretty, pretty, pretty. His pretty girlfriend. Downstairs, making sure everything was all set. He yawned. Mmmmm, he hoped you’d be upstairs soon. His eyelids were getting heavy.
And it was so warm and comfy and his stomach was full and everything smelled so good and he was here.
Finally, he was here with you.
In your house, talking about your future.
Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes. Maybe if he just took a quick nap…
a/n - sorry for the cliff hanger, but it's the PERFECT spot for a break! next part will have that first night back AND the lead up to their trip, which will be in the final part! couldn't have gotten this done without all the encouraging messages and texts over the last few weeks - special shout out to @sometimesanalice @callsignspark @notroosterbradshaw @ofstoriesandstardust @cherrycola27 @heartsofminds and @greenorangevioletgrass xxjordan
#audibly insulting myself while reading this because my reactions were so visceral#like why are you blushing and kicking your feet at this fictional man you dumb fucking liberal#the way that bradley irl would have me down BAD for him should be studied#fic rec#comment reblog
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One month abroad
Hello. I thought I would write more often, but I felt I didn't have enough to report on. In reality, studying abroad can be quite mundane.
In these past few weeks, I've spent my time learning the bus system and how to feed myself. I've never been responsible for all three meals before. Everytime I actually cook, I start by chopping up onions and garlic and caramelize them on the stove. I think of my papa every time I do that-- he never shies away from bold flavors, and back home some well browned onions and garlic are often the base that allows the meal to be built so flavorfully. I like to listen to whatever novel is assigned for my contemporary dystopian literature course via audible while completing tasks like cooking and cleaning. Having a manual task to keep my body occupied helps my mind stay focused and I get my chores done, so it's a win-win really. I've listened to Herland and 1984 thus far, Fahrenheit451 is up next.
I like to open my window in the morning to get some fresh air in the room and hope enough sunlight comes in to dissuade any seasonal affective symptoms that could occur in my silly little brain due to the change in climate. I like to put on my big headphones blasting music as I power-walk to class (I'm often supposed to have left three minutes prior). Recently I've been listening to a lot of The Smile because I am insufferable and seeing them in concert next month with jena (THOM YORKE IN THE FLESH!) as well as the usual shoegaze indie pop burlington vermont listening location shit. There is something so wonderful about the sensation of the wind on my skin as I speed through campus to my Existentialism and Humanism lecture blasting Mac Demarco.
I do really love learning, and my classes this term are pretty fun. I think my favorite emotion ever is curiosity, I love the feeling of wanting to know more and giving myself unbridled permission to explore whatever I've stumbled upon. Me and Jena love just trying random doors and seeing if they will open, walking down corridors and pathways in directions we are uncertain of, exploring new random hobbies and chasing new experiences. The two of us are destined to either live long fulfilling lives filled with whimsy and joy or to get kidnapped quite young due to our foolishness and trust.
We joined several clubs at UCD including; film, horticulture, taekwondo, juggling and circus, i joined the lgbtq one as well but jena did not because she is busy being such a good ally to the community. i wanna join orienteering soooo bad they give you a compass and you have to run to spots on a map it sounds so beautiful. We tried to find the gardens for a hort soc meeting but failed miserably, got some fantastic pics from that hero's journey though. Every now and then I get so lost I think I know what Odysseus felt like.
We did attend a two hour Taekwondo training and will continue that I suppose, we had no prior ambition of doing Taekwondo but the girls running the recruitment table were so cool and made a great pitch. I really enjoy getting sold to. It's mostly queer women on the Taekwondo team, but we are instructed by black belt men who I think perhaps attended UCD like a decade ago??? Idk really but it's kind of fun and I've been saying I need a hobby. I love to kick.
We went to our first Juggling and Circus event yesterday, and we didn't vibe with the people as much. Did get to make some balloon flowers though so that's pretty cool. Probs gonna garden this week as well. The campus is kind of inconveniently located (realistically about 1 hour away from the city centre if you want to go anywhere other than Grafton st), so we're trying to find a good amount of things to do on campus.
I've definitely learned a lot about Ireland, credit is certainly due to my personal irish cultural guide Síofra who I've become close with this last month. It's been great getting to know people and to build a new life. I suppose it's reassuring that I've been able to get by these past few weeks without being miserable.
It's a bigger deal to study abroad than I give myself credit for, especially given that three years ago I wasn't sure I would graduate high school. I think often of how my younger self might react to my current life; my teen self would be astonished and disbelieving, but my child self would be reassured and excited. I am quite proud of myself. I feel an obligation to be appear particularly wise when I write or speak about emotions and past life experiences which often manifests in me writing blog posts and such with some kind of message in them once I start wrapping up my thoughts.
I don't have anything specific to offer. What I can say is that I'm excited, and looking forward to exploring this city, country, and continent more. I'm excited to keep getting to know the cool folks I've met here and to see where life takes us these next few months. The world is weird. I'm tired.
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Oh Harold what have you done?
All one can start with is thank The lord HMTQ isn’t alive today to witness this open brutal assault on all the royal family! Yes Harold has attacked almost every body in his famous long standing family to the point where us British are now getting sickened by his one sided narrow minded missile firing even his much loved cousins father has come under the launch,how does she feel today after having his back throughout most of it ! Harold bangs on about his king in waiting brother, has he forgotten that his beloved mother instillled into them that they watch each other and must support each other I cannot imagine if she where alive today that Harold would be doing all this ! Therin lies the quandary let’s change things up The Princess of wales is still alive and Harold has married his first love Chelsey Daley would this spoilt poor me Prince be kicking up a Dust storm ?? I don’t think so!!! So what happened Harold who and what has made you so angry and hostile that you emotionally damage your own family! If one was to take an educated guess one would point a finger straight at your odious narcissistic wife! Did she whisper in your ear that monetising your pillow talk would be a great idea as let’s face it you don’t have much else! Oh yes Harold you where in the British Armed Forces but it seems you have now brought them in too the firing line so to speak… are you that closed up that you put out into the world that you killed 25 human beings, do you not understand the unwritten rule of not speaking about the happenings of war …Guess Not!
Ironic isn’t it how your evil overlord bangs on about sexist titles for women but gives Kate “Baby Brain!”.
“I want my father back my brother” are you kidding me after this silly shindig your family are going to come running “Darling Boy we are soooo sorry we love you come back and all will be as before”. You and Your wife will be the star of the show your children will be running around protected under the Titles from the king? My God Harold what planet are you on? The only one I can think of is one in Meghan’s solar system. The thing is now what do we believe? Meghans cap doffing street dancing version or the Royal family who have remained dignified and silent? Now no one is saying your brother and you did not have ballistic rows most siblings do but publicly putting it out there whilst raging that your need for privacy reeks of hypocrisy!
Can I ask you Harold in what context was it ok for your wife to visit HMTQ on her deathbed and you absolutely know this is why you never caught that plane so blame the right person who caused a huge fuss that you missed spending time with Gan Gan in her final moments!
So let’s get to the raw meat of it all The Title’s now we all are pretty aware there is a call for you and your evil overlord ..I mean Wife to be stripped but you Harold will remain as from birth a Prince ergo if you lose the titles she could become Princes Henry of Wales almost equal to Katherine right? Is that why your wife is constantly calling now for you to just give the titles back and why are you resisting Harold does your narrow small mind realise that this would be the final straw for your family???
My last words to you Harold is… please for Gods sake shut your whining self adoring wife down and shut Your extremely huge complaining GOB!!! ….just to give our ears a long needed rest!.
This is all subject to rumours of course 🤣🤣🤣
By Jus Tiz …Who Was Forced To Be Quiet For A While!
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Hey, Little Songbird
Chapter 26 - AO3
Felix whirled around, eyes wide.
But there was no one there. The room was just as dark and empty as it was when he broke in. Was he just imagining things? But he definitely heard a voice just now…
“Yoohoo! I’m talking to you, blondie!”
His knees buckled at the loud, high-pitched voice. It was two in the morning, why were they yelling!? “Will you stop that!” He hissed, ducking behind the desk in case someone came to investigate the noise. “Where are you!? Who are you!?”
“I’m right here, silly-billy!” A blue… thing rushed up in his face and Felix flinched away, falling on his backside. Before him floated a… bird-bobblehead monster, staring at him with unsettlingly large eyes. The details made it look like a peacock, a strangely familiar one at that. “My name’s Duusu!”
“What the seven-hells are you?” He didn’t have time with this hallucination nonsense! He was in the middle of a heist, why did his brain have to pick that very moment to kick a curveball at him?
The bird-thing perched on the desk in front of him, its tail feathers splayed on between its tiny feet. “I’m a kwami, duh! And you never answered my question, Adrien! What are you doing in here? It’s soooo late. You woke me up, you know!”
His thoughts raced. This kwami, whatever it really was, seemed to think he was Adrien. It either didn’t know Adrien that well—since he wasn’t disguised as his cousin, so there were differences—or despite its large eyes, it didn’t have very good eyesight. Hallucination or not (and Felix was getting a dreadful feeling that this was leaning towards the ‘not’ category), he could use this. “Father asked me to get you. I’m sorry for having woken you up so late,” he apologized, not sorry at all.
“Geeze, is he trying to do the Sand Boy routine again? He has, like, no originality.” Duusu flew up and over to Felix, crawling inside the pocket of his pants. “Do you mind if I nap in here before Mayura is needed? It’s waaaay too late for this.”
Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. Felix swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Go ahead,” he managed. “I’ll wake you up when we’re ready.” With a yawn, the creature fell asleep in his pocket, leaving Felix to contemplate the implications.
Gabriel was Hawkmoth. If this kwami was somehow necessary to create Mayura, Hawkmoth’s sidekick, and was somehow inside Gabriel’s office, then there could be no other answer.
Funnily enough, he wasn’t surprised. While Felix hadn’t expected his already low opinion of his uncle to nose-dive all of a sudden, he didn’t find it out of character either. He might be terrified, he might be furious, but it wasn’t surprising.
Gabriel Argeste was Hawkmoth.
A hysterical laugh bubbled out. he slapped a hand over his mouth. Focus, he had to focus. He had to escape now. There was another day left of his suspension, but that didn’t matter anymore. He knew Gabriel was a terrorist; his safety was at risk staying in this house. He couldn’t go back to his apartment. Marinette’s? But Adrien knew how close they were, he’d tell Gabriel immediately and they’d be sure to check there.
Wait. Almost every member of his class had been akumatized at some point. Was that… Adrien’s doing? Was he helping create targets for Gabriel? And the first akuma had occurred around Adrien’s first day at school, that couldn’t be a coincidence!
No, focus. He needed the miraculous. Hawkmoth was after miraculous, the Ladyblog had confirmed that he had one himself, so Mayura had to have a bird miraculous, right? And if miraculous were jewelry…
Returning to the safe, Felix picked up his aunt’s brooch. She’d always worn it when Felix visited, pinned over her heart, and it was exactly the same down to the crack through the center of the largest gem. It was silly to think that this piece of family history was magic, but the slight weight on his hip reminded him otherwise. Like it or not, this all seemed to be very real.
He could blackmail Gabriel, he realized as he pinned the brooch to his jacket. Gabriel would stop making a fuss about the rings if Felix had actual evidence of his crimes. He might even stop backing Rossi, freeing himself and Marinette from the Italian’s torturous presence. Rossi was clearly working with both Hawkmoth and Gabriel, even if he had no idea if she knew the two were one and the same.
Or Gabriel could just send an akuma after him.
He checked the safe again; there was nothing that resembled a butterfly inside. Felix knew mixed martial arts, but would that be enough for the akuma sent after him? He could try to use the Miraculous, but who even knew if the kwami would be willing to work with him.
And… blackmailing Gabriel meant leaving Hawkmoth be. The terrorist would still be free, still attack innocent people for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous. He didn’t even know his uncle’s motives. For all he knew, Gabriel could be after world domination, and that… that just wouldn’t do.
He’d continue to Alya’s, he decided. Even if she hates him, she hates Hawkmoth more. With her help, they can contact Ladybug and make a plan from there. Felix had no desire to fight supervillains, thank you very much. He’d leave that to the professionals.
Studying the safe one last time, Felix started stealing things at random. He had a Miraculous, and his ring, so now was the moment to make it look like a robbery. Sure, Gabriel and the police would suspect it was him, especially when they found him missing in the morning, but once he wiped for prints, they’d have no way to know for sure. Even if they saw a trace of him on the cameras, he could argue that it could be Adrien, who had a history of sneaking into his father’s office.
Soon, he thought as he flipped up his jacket’s hood before leaping from the office window, onto the wall that guarded the property. He ignoring the alarm he set off and the camera that couldn’t see past the shadows of his face, bolting off down the road before the Gorilla could start searching the grounds or the police could be called.
Everything would be alright soon.
A/N: Just FYI, I will explain why Duusu isn’t confined to her miraculous in the next chapter. There is a reason, the peacock is still broken tho.
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Story Prompt: Mina does the Coke and Mentos challenge and ends up with a bubbly belchy belly afterwards.
Warning: contains belly kink bloating burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea tummy play tummy rubs
"Is it recording?" Mina asked in her casual wares standing in a field.
Kirishima gave a thumbs up from behind his phone whilst recording his girlfriend.
Mina grinned and waved back at the camera. "Hiiiii guys! Soooo we read your comments on the last challenge video and since so many of you requested it we're gonna tackle the coke and mentos challenge!" She held up a thick 2 liter bottle of diet coke with a pack of mentos. "Seems easy enough don'tcha think?"
"You got this dude!" Kirishima encouraged her from behind the camera.
"Let's find out!" Mina said excitedly then pouted at the camera. "If I get sick though I'm totally blaming this on Mineta. Don't act like you weren't one of the commentators you little purple creep!"
Her pout turned to an eager and confident grin.
"Anyway! Let's do this!"
She opened the mentos pack and popped a mentos into her mouth.
"Now I keep hearing mixed things that you're not supposed to chew them or anything right? So," she dipped her head back and swallowed the mentos whole which made a tiny lump emerge from the front of her pink neck until it sank down her gullet with a light squelch. Mina popped another mentos into her mouth and did the same thing of swallowing it whole. She did that for about five or six mentos then huffed softly. "Wow swallowing those whole doesn't feel the best," she complained rubbing her throat softly but that discomfort was short lived. "But that should make them more reactive so lets get this challenge started for reals!"
Now came the fun part.
Mina cracked open her 2 liter bottle of diet coke and lifted it up to her lips so she could begin chugging it down. She rested her eyes shut as she took in big thick gulps of soda. Her throat throbbed and rippled with the passage of fizzy diet sugar water flowing down her gullet all at once.
"Wow you're really guzzlin' that stuff down!" Kirishima exclaimed with an impressed whistle.
Mina continued chugging at an impressive rate. She got the soda down to its label in one go without stopping and Kirishima cheering her on for every second of her chugging.
Eventually she pulled the bottle away and panted so heavily that some soda dribbled from her mouth. In the midst of her panting she gave a short but foamy sounding burp. She covered her mouth after then immediately blew her hand back with a massive burp. That one belted out of her so hard that Kirishima would've sworn that even he could feel it.
The boy laughed heavily behind the camera. "Gahahahah! Dude nice! That was real manly!"
"Whew! Wow!" Mina exclaimed and patted her tummy in an impressed sort of way. "Ungh man that was so loud!"
"How're ya feelin' so far?" Kirishima asked.
Mina rubbed her stomach experimentally and pouted in contemplation. "Kinda full but..." she paused while she rubbed and gave a look of discomfort. Then she gripped her stomach a little more firmly and gave another powerful burp that left her panting and left Kirishima laughing. "Unf...'kay I'm definitely feelin' a lil bubbly," Mina admitted and rubbed her belly gently from side to side. Then she grinned again. "But nothin' I can't handle!"
So she went back to swigging her beverage down. Mina could always get a lot of liquids down since her body burned through whatever she ate slightly faster from the acid she secretes warming her body temperature up. The more soda filled her tummy up though the more the mentos began to react. By not chewing them up first those minty shells fizzed with the soda in her stomach and reacted much more violently than they otherwise would have. It was getting so bad that Kirishima could actually hear Mina's belly gurgling from where he was standing.
"Dude I think I can actually hear yer stomach gurglin'! This is pretty intense ain't it," Kirishima asked.
Mina nodded while she chugged her bottle down. One hand rested on her tummy and rubbed it softly up and down. It was beginning to look bloated from both the soda she's downed and all the bubbles filling her up. And the churning noises were only getting louder by the second.
She eventually had to pull away again and catch her breath. Only for a grizzly sounding burp to erupt out of her mouth with extreme force. Mina gasped when that one left her system then patted her belly and burped again. "Oooh dude I don't feel good," Mina complained and held her bloated tummy with both hands. She held a hand over her mouth and gave an incredibly thick closed mouth burp.
Kirishima frowned with concern for her girlfriend. "D'ya wanna stop? We can take a break or call it quits. I don't want'cha gettin' sick or anything."
But Mina shook her head. She opened her mouth to start speaking but ended up burping hard instead which made her cover her mouth. "Nuh uh. Plus ultra right? It's just some silly challenge. Nothing we can't-" Mina interrupted herself with a large burp then covered her mouth again. "...Unf...handle."
She brought the bottle stubbornly to her lips and was about to chug but had to stop and burp again. One thing was certain this challenge was making her incredibly gassy. But that didn't stop her.
Mina powered on through. She guzzled the drink down while the fizz in her belly intensified. Her stomach was expanding more from the carbonation and all the soda she was drinking to the point where her normally flat tummy was looking a little round behind her tight shirt.
She continued chugging with a fiery look of determination in her eyes.
Kirishima cheered her on inspired by that very determination. "You got this dude! What's a lil soda compared to a hero right?!"
...He got really inspired by her determination.
It was getting painful though. The churning bubbling in Mina's tummy was growing aggressive with a sickly acidity to it. It made her throat feel sour and raw with a light burning in her chest.
But still Mina chugged on without any signs of quitting.
Until she somehow managed to down every last drop of the bottle. After swallowing the rest down she flipped the bottle upside down and shook it to show not a drop fall out.
"Ha! Done...!" Mina panted confidently yet exhaustedly. Suddenly she dropped the bottle and her hands flew to her belly in time for the girl to unleash the single loudest and longest burp she'd ever uttered clocking in at ten seconds straight!
Kirishima fell in love with her all over again.
"...Dude. That was the manliest thing I've ever seen...!" he muttered in absolute awe.
Mina just gasped like she was out of breath then burped again.
"God I feel so bloated," Mina moaned and took a moment to massage her bloated tummy with both hands. But she managed a grin back at the camera. "Okay guys! Challenge beaten!" She paused to give a really deep closed mouth burp that rumbled heavily behind her lips. "Ungh...mostly. Anyway! If you have any other challenges you wanna see me or my boyfriend doing hit us up in the comments below! And as always th-aaAAAAAANKsss-for watching...!"
Kirishima snickered when Mina accidentally burped the word 'thanks' out but that seemed like as good a time as any to stop recording.
The second he did Kirishima put the phone in his pocket and helped Mina sit down on the grass so he could help her feel a little better. He very gently started to rub her tummy up and down while she leaned back and groaned.
"Ooooooh I don't feel good..." Mina groaned out. Her stomach gurgled thickly in agreement.
"I'll bet. That sounds gnarly..." Kirishima admitted. He gently rubbed over the rounded crest of Mina's stomach using the heel of his palm to knead into it as he rubbed. "Still. Ya did a real good job! That was so manly the way ya powered through yer own discomfort like that!"
Mina turned her head and held a fist against her mouth in time to let rip a big closed mouth burp that she could barely contain behind her lips. The sound rumbled in her mouth heavily for a few seconds and left her breezily blowing the gas off to the side. "Unnngh...urhp...I'd call it a draw really. The challenge is kinda kicking my butt right now..."
"Naw you got this," Kirishima encouraged her and kneaded an especially tense part of her belly. The burp that the pink girl released after that was so strong that even Kirishima could feel it reverberating in his own body.
"Ohhhh that felt good," Mina moaned palming the side of her tummy in a deeply satisfied way.
Kirishima grinned while he kneaded her belly some more to help work more gas out. "Hahah~ I love that."
"What me burping?"
"Naw! Like-well okay that's pretty awesome too-but like the way ya don't get all embarrassed by it even though we're out in public. It's so fearless and manly!"
Mina giggled and instantly regretted it when the giggles jiggled her tummy around and made her hiccup. She covered her mouth but managed a grin back at Kirishima. "Got a thing for tomboys do ya?"
The red-haired boy scratched his cheek and blushed lightly. "...Kinda."
"Well for the record I have a thing for manly boys like you. So..." Mina leaned over and kissed Kirishima's cheek making the boy blush even harder than he already was.
She grinned satisfied but her belly gave another painfully gaseous grumble that left her groaning with discomfort. "Ohhhh man that still feels rough..."
"Here lemme help," Kirishima said.
He eagerly kneaded into Mina's tummy sliding his hand under her shirt so he could knead his fingers directly against her soft pink stomach. His fingers were hardened ever so slightly by focusing his hardening quirk into them. Kirishima compressed them into the tightest part of Mina's belly hoping to unknot her stomach muscles.
But in the process of pressing into her belly like that he dislodged a sizable pressure pocket.
Mina lurched sharply when that happened and covered her mouth like she was about to be sick. Instead her hand was blown back as she let out a giant record breaking burp. It carried on for several seconds. Not as long as that ten second burp she gave when she finished the bottle but around there and arguably louder and gassier. In fact Kirishima could feel the gas exiting so hard from her stomach that he felt her flesh jiggle ever so slightly. The feeling had him blushing even harder.
When that enormous gas bubble had been dislodged from her tummy Mina gasped breathlessly like a weight had been lifted from her stomach. Then she slapped her belly with one hand and gave another huge burp. And with that came another long throaty burp. That massive displacement of air caused the rest of the air in her stomach to come rushing up.
After letting out one last especially lengthy burp Mina flopped backwards onto her back with her arms at her sides and sighed heavily.
"Hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...ohhhhh that feels soooooooo much better..."
Kirishima grinned a big fang-filled grin and gave her a thumbs up. "Dude that was epic!"
Mina smiled heavenly back at Kirishima. "Couldn't have done it without my manly man's help."
At this rate Kirishima was blushing so hard that his face was matching his red hair after a while.
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