#anthony boyle fluff

[sagesolsticewrites]

No Rush

Just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Warnings: swearing, absolutely tooth-rotting softness

Word count: 528

Masterlist

“You’re so pretty.”

Your boyfriend jumps at the sound of your voice as you emerge from the bathroom, makeup freshly removed, an old t-shirt of his paired with your favorite sleep shorts serving as your comfy post-night-out pajamas.

Anthony smiles, letting out a soft laugh as you approach his perch on the edge of your bed.

“If I’m pretty, there aren’t any words in any language to describe how beautiful you are, my love.”

He gently tugs you down into his lap, eyes soft as your fingers rake through his slightly damp curls.

Your faces gradually move closer, your respective smiles growing wider and wider until your noses brush.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you reply softly.

His mouth captures yours, arms winding around each other as the kiss deepens. 

There’s no urgency, no haste to peel off each other’s clothes. One hand skims the strip of exposed skin between your shirt and the waistband of your shorts as the other presses gently on your back, drawing you closer.Your arms are comfortably twined around his neck, fingers raking through his soft dark waves and curls.

Anthony sighs into your mouth, the hand resting on your back slipping under your shirt to trace patterns against your bare skin. His hand is warm, just like the rest of him: not just warm from his recent shower, but a natural warmth that exudes from him, relaxing you more than you thought possible. Your heart goes soft and gooey as you realize he’s tracing heart shapes all over your back as he murmurs sweet things against your lips. Not just praise — though there is plenty of that. There’s also whispers of how lucky he is to have found you, how much he adores you, and “I love you”s repeated over and over and over again.

He pulls you impossibly closer as you melt into him, your hand now tracing along his jawline as the other remains in his hair. The only sounds in the room are soft sighs, gentle inhales when you reluctantly break apart for air, and the sweet sound of his lips on yours.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that— settled comfortably in his lap, his lips on yours, time seems meaningless. Minutes, definitely, maybe hours.

What you do know is that as pretty as his kiss-swollen lips and soft brown eyes look as you break apart once more, there’s a tiredness behind them that you’ve become very good at spotting.

“Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart,” you say gently, moving off of his lap to guide him down under the down comforter next to you.

He sighs, though obediently curls up with you, your back pressed flush against his chest as his arms wrap securely around you.

“What would I do without you, darling?” He murmurs, eyes half closed as he presses a clumsy kiss to what you think was supposed to be your cheek, but hits somewhere between your ear and neck.

Already half-asleep yourself, you settle for squeezing his hand three times, your voice soft as you whisper:

“Goodnight, Anto.”

“Goodnight, angel. I love you.”

[tetragonia]

Masters of the Air characters as aesthetics

John 'Bucky' Egan

Bucky was a golden hour, warm hues of gold and amber casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything. Giggles and banters over a sip of liquor. He was a low hum in a pub, filled with chatter and joy. Bucky was a worn sheepskin jacket, familiar and comforting. Waves crash against rugged cliffs, vivid colors pop against a backdrop of blue skiess. He was gentle and dominating, yet he asked to be taken care of behind closed doors. Back arching high against the bed sheet, hands pinned and left marks everywhere. He was a smoky jazz club alive with the sound of saxophones and clinking glasses, the sound of people laughing so loud until the stomach hurts. Grass stained knees. Running through the rain without an umbrella. He was classical music blasting from a cheap speaker. He was Apollo playing his instruments.

Gale 'Buck' Cleven

Buck was a calm before a storm. A misty forest enveloped in fog, with towering trees draped in moss and winding paths leading to hidden glens and secret clearings. He was both silent movies and thunderstorms that you'd feel inside your chest. Raised eyebrows and cold hands, pinching the bridge of your nose. Watching a painting a bit too long before the gallery was closed. Long walks to the library. Winter winds and freezing hands, subtle glances across the room. He was soft murmur of reassurance and a gentle touch behind the doors. Consensual and always asked if it's okay. Dark red lipstick, chilled red wine. A quaint cottage nestled in the countryside with a thatched roof and ivy-covered walls, surrounded by a garden bursting with fragrant herbs and vibrant flowers. He was Hestia tending the sacred flames.

Harry 'Croz' Crosby

Harry was the swirling feelings in your stomach night before a trip. A vintage typewriter sitting on a weathered wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of yellowing paper and antique books. The soft autumn sun. He was handwritten letters and cracked statues. Silver waves lapping at the shore and seashells scattered across the sand like scattered jewels. The rattling of rain against the window, messy and needed direction. He was scribbles and ink stains, messy notebooks, and the tea kettle whistling in the silent morning. He was urgent and hurry, but comforting afterwards. He was everything about pleasure behind closed doors. A disheveled bedroom with rumpled sheets and discarded clothing strewn across the floor, with posters peeling off the walls and sunlight filtering through grimy windows. He was Poseidon guarding with his trident.

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Rosie was a vintage record player spinning vinyl records, filling the room with the warm crackle of music. He was sweet smiles and clear eyes. Paper planes. Overgrown rose bushes. That one song you always skipped but ended up loving it. He was tweed jackets and loose blouses. A field of wildflowers stretching out as far as the eye can see, with colorful blooms dancing in the breeze and the scent of earth and pollen filling the air. Gentle and nurturing, caring and soft behind the doors. He was a giver and always maintained satisfaction. He was pink-tinted blush. A pair of combat boots scuffed from countless adventures. Smiling at strangers on the street. He was all kind and modesty, but also Athena leading battles.

[aberorca]

Cursed Child Observations: 30/12/16

I went to see the show for the fourth time last Friday and I was close enough to see a lot more details thanks to my seat - I was front row, in AA. This seat is great for the details that you see and hear but if you are short you might not see the back of the stage. I’m tall, so this wasn’t a problem for me.

I’m finally getting around to writing my thoughts down on the variations within each show and between actors. Cast board for this show:

Act One:

Sam’s transition between muggle clothing and Hogwarts robes wasn’t as smooth as normal. It looked as though the transition snagged slightly on his hood but it was only for a split-second and the transition got the same reaction from the audience that it usually does, so this probably wasn’t noticeable to someone seeing the show for the first time.

I love watching the characters on stage who aren’t speaking. For example, if you watch Harry and Ginny while Ron is doing his trick, they are being really cute with each other. Harry has his arm around Ginny and he caresses her back with his hand, and steals frequent adoring, soppy looks and grins at her. He usually sneaks a kiss on the cheek or the ear in somewhere. It’s gorgeous, especially as things become tense between them later on. James Sirius (Tom Milligan) is another one to watch - his reactions to Ron and Albus are entertaining.  He laughs again when Albus mentions Slytherin and often shares a joke and a look with Ron. I love that you can see how strong Ron’s relationship is with his nephews and nieces in this scene.

Lily’s Sorting is bittersweet. On the one hand you’re pleased for her as she’s so happy to go into Gryffindor (she runs to James Sirius and Rose and they have this uber-excited group hug and it’s adorable) but on the other hand you really feel for Albus as he becomes increasingly isolated within his family.

Harry in his office with Hermione was cute. This day was a less angry day for Jamie and I prefer when he doesn’t raise his voice too loud to Hermione about her scolding his lack of paperwork management (contrary to other scenes where the angrier he gets the more I love it, but Jamie’s nuances are a whole other post entirely). When he got home and found Amos, he really tried so hard with him. He took off his jacket, unbuttoned his waistcoat and placed his chair close to Amos, leaning forward and really trying to emotionally connect with him. 

Scorpius really went for the”Yes, a quiz!” line. I love it when he really goes for that. What a dork.

The first General Meeting: the best thing about being front row was being able to pick up things that the ensemble are saying (who don’t have microphones). When Hermione waves her wand and pulls them all toward her before releasing them, one character (played by Martin Johnston) at the back of the meeting, closest to the audience, said in an offended voice “That was unnecessary.” It made the few audience members who heard it laugh, the rest must have wondered what we laughing at. The great thing about seeing this show, or any show, multiple times is that you have the opportunity to pick up on things every time that you missed before. You realise that even the most hidden of background actors have a character and a role and a story within the scene and it brings the story into life just that little bit extra and leaves you with so much awe for just how no detail has been spared.

Act Two:

Helena Lymberry was in her normal role as Petunia. I actually prefer her cover, Lowri James, for this role but they may just be down to Lowri looking the part more. Helena’s Hooch and Umbridge are very good; I prefer her Umbridge to Lowri’s. Swings and roundabouts.

Adam McNamara was covering Bane for Nuno. He did a really good job, I thought and I’m undecided on who I prefer in the role. I will say Nuno looks that part more so I’m possibly leaning more in Nuno’s way. 

Harry, Draco and Ginny in the kitchen: I LOVED Alex in this show. He played Draco softer tonight, which is brilliant. I’ve seen James Howard cover Draco and one of the reasons I prefer him in the role is not because he is better or worse than Alex - they are both great actors - but because James plays Draco softer, and more vulnerable, which is how I imagine Draco evolving into after the journey he goes through in books 6 and 7. He still has the Malfoy swag, but he has less of the arrogance and malice that he had as a child. Alex played Draco closer to this tonight. When he told Harry ”Don’t lose the boy,” he was soft with it; he sounded so much more genuine and empathetic rather than brash. I loved it.

Having seen James Le Lacheur as Scorpius on my previous viewing of the show, the library scene always sticks out in my mind as one of the biggest differences between her performance and Anthony Boyle’s. James absolutely NAILS this scene. In particular, I love the way she delivers “Try my life!”. Up until this point she speaks at a normal volume but when she delivers that line it explodes out of her and it just stops the show. It is so, so good. James really emphasised the desperation Scorpius is in, not only over the circumstances he lives under, day in, day out, but over his best friend, not only not understanding, but up until that point, not even considering him. Anthony was back in as Scorpius which was great because I missed his adorable face, but he builds to this line rather than exploding out with and on  the whole I prefer James’s delivery of the emotion in that scene. However, Anthony plays a mentally and emotionally younger Scorpius and I love how that works within the character and his history of isolation and endears him more to the audience. A spontaneous little quirk in this scene - when Scorpius was avoiding Albus’s eyes he picked a bit of fluff off his own robes and blew it across the stage, watching it float through the air. It was adorable and spontaneous and so utterly Scorpius and it simply delighted me. Oh, and Anthony’s tears give me tears. =*(

I love Moaning Myrtle. Annabel Baldwin is brilliant and I can’t get enough of her scenes. There is another cute Harry/Ginny moment to be had here, when Myrtle is flirting with Harry and Ginny has none of it. She storms around the sink and stands right behind Harry. It’s cute because even though Harry and Ginny are already more strained at this point, Ginny still gets so possessive. I love it.

Act Three: Sometimes in the Voldemort AU, Ron does a little thumbs up when he finds out that he is married to Hermione in “the other world”. He didn’t do it last night which was a shame because it’s a cute moment.

Sitting right at the front row, you do see strings on the two dememntors that hover over the stage (but not on the one that flies over the audience). However, the people in the row behind me (BB) couldn’t see them. Other than that, not a single illusion is ruined by being that close. It’s so impressive.

Harry and Ginny had much more heated conflicts in this show. Ginny never shouts, but she almost did this time around.

The audience was very enthusiastic - it’s interesting how audiences vary from show to show. The best audience I was ever part of was undoubtedly a Thursday and Friday night audience back in September, closely followed by a Saturday audience in November. Particular moments of reaction that I love are the hug in the lake, and when Scorpius screams with joy “HARRY POTTAAAAHHHH!” when he sees Harry upon returning from the Voldemort AU.

Act Four:

The Harry/Dumbledore conversation breaks me every time. In fact, I start welling up as soon as I see Dumbledore in Part 1 when he first sets foot on stage. Every time, that is the first moment that beings tears to my eyes. The conversation Harry and Dumbledore have in Harry’s office in Part Two remains my favourite scene of the play and it slightly different every time. Jamie played Harry less angry this time (more resigned, perhaps?) and it took longer to work to the point of tears. The scene is slightly different every time I’ve seen it and Jamie is just phenomenal each time and deserves so much credit for keeping things nuanced, not just in this scene but throughout the play. Returning to the earlier mention of Alex playing Draco softer in this show - it works especially well in his scenes with Harry.

The Harry/Ginny kiss: this is an absolute show highlight for me; I always look forward to it because Jamie and Poppy have such wonderful chemistry and the love story between Harry and Ginny is so incredibly strong. The kiss is another thing that is always slightly different each time, but it never fails to make the audience swoon. You can feel the passion between these two characters, it is as tangible as the clothes they wear. @torestoreamends tells me that on the showing the previous day, the audience actually applauded the kiss. This time, Ginny ran her hands through Harry’s hair as he kissed her (I love how he cradles her face in his hands every time) and honestly, I almost fainted. I may have drooled a little. I most definitely swooned.

I’m noticing Scorpius’s adorable stutter more. It comes out when he is nervous or frustrated. I’d love to know if this was a trait Anthony found in the character on his own. In the penultimate scene of the play when Scorpius and Albus are on the stairs after Scorpius asks out Rose, as Rose approaches him and Scorpius falls over, he stuttered on the “Received and entirely understood” line and it became”R-r-r-re-received a-and entirely understood”. Rose mimicked him in response and replied with “O-oh-oh-okay!” and it was awesome. I love those spontaneous moments from the actors.

Those are the major recollections for this show. I think I might consider actually taking notes the next time I go as it’s really fun to recap it, even if no one reads it!

[sagesolsticewrites]

Pillow Talk

Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it.

This was coauthored by my bestie, light of my life, fellow Anto girlie @winniemaywebber! Ilysm bestie, it’s always so much fun to write with you 🥹🥰

playlist for this fic made by @winniemaywebber!!

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.1k

You glance impatiently at your phone, willing time to move faster.

Anthony was going to be home from his latest project any second, and you couldn’t wait. He had gone on and on in your texts about how excited he was to be home with you, and all the date nights the two of you had to catch up on.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the telltale jingle of keys at the front door and you race to the foyer with a squeal as the door opens to reveal your boyfriend.

He barely has time to set his bags down before you’re launching yourself into his arms, capturing his lips in a tender, long overdue kiss.

“Hi there, darling,” he laughs as you pull away, “Miss me?”

“So much,” you sigh, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“I’m very glad to be home,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as you help him lug his bags inside.

“So,” he says, once you’ve moved his luggage to a corner of your shared bedroom to be dealt with another day, “Shall we go out for lunch, or make something here?”

“It’s whatever you want, my love.”

“Well… I have been missing your grilled cheese…” he confesses with a pleading look.

“Grilled cheese, coming right up,” you reply with a bright smile.

Anto watches you make lunch, cheek propped up on his hand as the two of you make quiet conversation. He seems… a bit quieter than usual, but you chalk that up to the long flight.

It’s only when his eyelids begin to droop as you’re serving lunch — his grilled cheese adorably cut into triangles, just the way he likes it — that you become concerned, now fully taking in how exhausted he looks: his skin is much paler than usual, large dusky purple bags under tired brown eyes… how had you not noticed sooner?

“Anto, baby?” You prod, shaking his shoulder gently.

He jolts up with a sharp inhale.

“Oh- fuck, m’sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to doze off on you,” he says apologetically, blinking rapidly.

“Honey…” your hand comes up to cup his scruffy cheek, “Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m fine,” he assures you, waving off your concern, “Just a little tired from the flight, ‘s all. I’ll be fine once I spend some more time with my favorite girl.”

He presses a kiss to your palm, but his eyes don’t have the same brightness and surety they normally do as he asks, “So what would my girl like to do on my first day back?”

“Sweetheart,” you say, your voice suddenly serious, brow furrowing in concern, “I love you so, so much, and I know we talked about all the things we were going to do once you got home, but…”

You scan his face, taking in the stark purple bags contrasting with the paleness of his skin, tiredness etched into every line of his face.

“You look absolutely exhausted, honey.”

Before he can protest, you continue, “You asked me what I wanted to do? I want you to hop in bed and let me take care of you so you can finally get some rest.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, his hand tightly in yours. Closing the door, you take another look at his face: his usually sparkling eyes are fizzling, his cheeky grin fading fast with every extra moment of tiredness. You reach out and stroke his cheek, your face still etched with concern. 

Without a word from either of you, you gently begin to unbutton his shirt. He sighs, barely able to keep his eyes open but not protesting this act of service. Next, his pants, bending down to help him out of them. Next is your clothes, your shirt and sweatpants peeling off you quickly. 

“Right, my love,” you say softly, sweetly. “Into bed.” 

He does as he's told, his whole body relaxing under the freshly laundered sheets, starting to curl up under the goose down comforter. You lay next to him, noses touching. You feel him breathe deeply, seemingly fully relaxed for the first time in days. Your hand reaches out, and you begin to stroke the patch of skin where his neck meets his shoulders. 

“This okay?” You inquire, pulling away for a second.

“Darling, it's perfect.” He replies, sleep definitely threatening to take over. He nuzzles his face into the pillow and begins to snore quietly, until he feels you change position in the bed. 

Laying on your back, you delicately pull him from his original position to get him to lay on you. Without opening his eyes, he does so, his whole body wrapping around yours, his hands around your waist and yours finding themselves buried in his hair, lovingly massaging his scalp with your fingertips. 

The room is silent for several minutes, your calm, slow breathing the only sound. You glance down to where Anthony’s head is now resting on your chest, smiling when you see his eyes are still closed. You notice some pattern in the back of your mind, and though it takes you a moment to place it, a part of you goes gooey and soft as you realize he’s breathing in time with your heartbeat.

You continue raking your fingers gently through his curls, believing sleep has finally overtaken him, until he mumbles sleepily against your skin.

“Thank you, my love.”

You smile and brush a gentle kiss to his forehead, your own eyes growing heavy, “You know I’ll always take care of you, honey.”

The two of you drift off, the bright sunlight streaming through your bedroom window fading to a gold-orange sunset as the day passes.

You blink awake, the soft snores you hear a clear indication that your makeshift weighted blanket Anto is still sound asleep. Noting the change in the light and shifting shadows in the room, you figure it must be time for dinner. Anto must be hungry, at least, even if you aren’t at the moment.

You begin to carefully shift out from under him, inch by inch, only for him to whine sleepily and clutch you close once more.

“Baby,” you whisper with a soft laugh, “I was just gonna fix you some dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”

You feel his head shake stubbornly against your skin in a clear “no”

“Jus’ wanna stay here with you. Food can wait.” 

Slowly blinking back to consciousness but staying right where he is, he hums contentedly as he nuzzles himself further into your neck. 

“God, I missed you so fucking much, Y/N.”

“I missed you more, sweet prince.”

“Not possible. Not at all.”

[sagesolsticewrites]

Backwards Hat

a/n: so! I wrote this for funsies like a month ago when Anto posted that pic of him and Raff and Barry and given that we won’t be getting any new Anto content (as far as shows, etc.) until next Wednesday when Shardlake drops (SOOOOO excited!!!), I figured we could use something to tide us over until then 😊 Happy Friday, stay strong Anto girlies (gn)!

Warnings: none! Pure fluff

Word count: 442 (short n sweet <3)

Masterlist

“Good job, my love!” You shout from the sidelines, biting back a smile as Barry and Raff begin their incessant teasing when Anthony meets your eyes with a bright grin.

You had tagged along to one of your boyfriend’s informal football games— organized as a way for him to get to see some of his former costars after Masters had wrapped— and you were having the time of your life watching him run around like a kid with his friends.

A brief time-out is called, and he jogs over to you.

“Hi there,” he grins, pretty brown eyes shaded from the bright spring sun by his beloved 100th Bomb Group hat.

You grin right back up at him, “Hi. Having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he laughs, his eyes flicking over to where Raff and Barry are shoving each other on the field like teenagers, “It’s really good to see these guys again.”

“It’s good that you guys stay in touch,” you smile, reaching up to flick the brim of his hat playfully.

“Hey,” he laughs, adjusting it back so it sits properly on his head again, “What was that for?”

“Well you’ve been standing here for at least thirty seconds, and I still haven’t gotten a kiss yet,” you pout.

He looks positively scandalized at the thought.

“I’m so sorry darling,” he says softly, though there’s a playful sparkle in his eyes, “Let me fix that.”

You rise up onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway as he leans in…

And jolts back as the cap protecting his fair Irish skin bounces off your forehead.

You laugh through your wince, rubbing the spot where it hit you.

“Or not, I guess.”

He frowns slightly, though the concern on his face eases as you assure him that you’re fine. You can see the gears turning in his brain as his friends call him back over.

“Honey, just go,” you wave him off with a smile, “I’m alright, I promise.”

“No, I’m not leaving until I’ve given my girl a proper kiss,” he retorts gently.

In one smooth motion, he flips the hat backwards and swoops in to plant his lips on yours.

You giggle into the kiss, squeezing him tight before releasing him as he steps away, eyes sparkling.

“There we go,” he grins with a wink.

“Get back out there, you dork,” you say through the wide smile stretched across your face, waving him off as Barry and Raff begin their good-natured teasing once more.

He stops to blow you a kiss as he jogs back over, making your smile grow impossibly wider as his friends playfully jeer about what took you so long?

[sagesolsticewrites]

In My Arms

Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff)

Cowritten with @winniemaywebber! Also shoutout to Winnie for making yet another incredible playlist for this fic!

Warnings: mentions of cheating (but not really bc there was a war on come on y’all), definitely some historical inaccuracies in here, and plenty of tooth-rotting fluff with a touch of Emotions™️

Word count: 1k (short n sweet!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

In the months since Harry Crosby had returned home, your husband hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you.

He’d always been like that in your more… private moments, of course, but now it seemed to be seeping into your daily lives.

You’d be walking past him to the kitchen and he’d trail his fingers along your arm, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume as it lingered in the air.

He’d wrap his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you were bustling around on a cleaning day.

He’d pepper kisses over every bit of skin he could reach every chance he got.

It wasn’t that you minded— on the contrary, you loved it. But you were curious as to where the behavior had come from.

“Honey?” You ask softly one rainy afternoon as Harry has you tucked under his arm, his fingers trailing over every inch of you he can reach.

“Hm?” He hums contentedly, “What is it, love bug?”

“I’ve noticed that… well, since you’ve been home..” You fumble over your words, trying to find the right thing to say, “You’ve been… touching me, a lot? More than you used to before you left, at least. Not that it’s a bad thing,” you scramble to add, “It’s wonderful, and I’ve missed it so, so much, but… is there a reason for it?”

Harry sighs deeply, seemingly collecting his thoughts before he answers.

“When I was… away…” he begins carefully, “there were lots of things the men used to distract themselves from the anxiety and… well, our day to day lives over there. Physical affection was one of them.” He glances at you nervously, ensuring you understand his meaning before he continues, “I did partake in that once or twice, when it got really bad, but truly aside from that, all of my thoughts and wants were directed towards you.”

“I know, honey, I understand,” you assure him, eyes soft, “There was a war on, you— you did what you had to do to keep yourself sane.”

He relaxes, a weight you hadn’t noticed he’d been carrying since he’d returned suddenly lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathes, brushing a kiss to your forehead before continuing.

“There wasn’t a lot of… softness, on the base. We took affection where we could find it on weekend passes, but if you didn’t do that, then it was just a bunch of claps on the back from your fellow airmen, maybe a dance or two with a WAC girl at the Officer’s Club, and not much else.”

You reach up to stroke through his soft curls as he speaks, and he unconsciously leans into your touch as he continues.

“So being home, being with you again…” he sighs, continuing softly “Having someone to touch me again… it’s almost like I have to make up for everything I missed out on. Everything that war made me miss.”

“Oh, my love,” you breathe, hyperaware of every inch of his skin touching yours.

It made sense. Surrounded by other men— soldiers, no less— of course they wouldn’t get the amount of physical affection they were used to, especially if they had wives or sweethearts, and to be stuck there for a year as your Bing had…

Harry lets out a soft sound of surprise as you move into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You nuzzle into his neck, pressing every inch of your body against him as your fingertips return to raking through his hair.

He melts, his head nosing at the crook of your neck, eyes closed, even as he asks, “Darling?”

“Shhh,” you breathe, “Just let me hold you.”

You feel him sigh against your neck as his hands come up to squeeze you closer, even as he protests, “But didn’t we have things to do—”

“That can wait,” you assure him softly.

The only sound for several long moments is the soft sighs of your heavy breathing, until you speak up again.

“When you got back,” you whisper, “I was so, so happy. So ready for things to go back to normal, to be us again, that I skipped the part where I just let it sink in that you were home, and here.” You lift your head to press a kiss to his temple, “And I’m sorry, my love. I promise I’ll do better.”

You feel your husband shake his head against you, lifting his face to meet your gaze as his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheek.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweet girl,” he murmurs, “I’ve got all the time in the world to hold you, now.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss as the two of you melt into each other, a soft bubble of sunlight amidst a dark and gloomy day.

You keep holding him for what feels like an eternity. You start to hear him whimper into you, his whole body tense and shaking. You feel wetness from his eyes drop on to your shoulder and you pull away, concern all over your face. 

“My love,” you say, your voice slightly strained. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“Oh, darling,” he sniffs, wiping the tears as quickly as they come, obviously embarrassed at showing this emotion. “I'm just–just so happy to be home with you.” You reach a hand out to touch his face, your eyes also filling with the same emotion. You swipe your thumb under his darling puppy eyes, your heart beginning to swell. 

“I'm so–” You struggle to formulate the words, your throat closing around all the swallowed emotion. “I'm so happy to have you home, too. I don't want us to ever be apart again, honey.”

“We won't be,” he replies, holding you close and kissing your temple, clinging to one another until your tears are spent. 

“I love you, Bing,” you breathe into his ear, fingers toying with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“I love you too, darling,” is his soft response, mumbled against your neck as he squeezes you tighter, and you know that you won’t let each other go again for a long while.

[sagesolsticewrites]

so guess what I’m working on besties 👀

[sagesolsticewrites]

Ok y’all, I’m working on both a Curtis and a Harry fic right now… which one would you like to see first?

Harry’s prompt continued bc I ran out of space fjskhd: “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

[sagesolsticewrites]

Masters of the Air Masterlist

Major Gale “Buck” Cleven

Kiss It Better? 💋 - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts “boo boo kisses” & “ pet names” (base nurse!reader)

Kiss It Better pt 2 💋 - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

Major John “Bucky” Egan

Oblivious - Bucky’s been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt “carrying the other one in their arms”)

requests are open!

Lt. Harry Crosby

Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guy™️ - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it

Dear… - A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her 😏 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Heat Wave - It’s the hottest summer Iowa’s had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)

Yes, Major - … I mean. Do I even need to say it? 👀 Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

requests are open!

Sgt. Ken “Kenny” Lemmons

• requests are open!

Lt. Curtis “Curt” Biddick

To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it

requests are open!

Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house

Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him 🫠 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

It’s Been A Long, Long Time series:

Kiss Me Once - The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here — your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home

Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏😉 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family 😏 (18+ minors dni!)

requests are open!

Captain John Brady

Brady’s Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue 👀 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Love’s Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

Pen Pal - Jules gets a letter from her boy an ocean away— as well as a message from a new friend. (taking place pre-LLW prologue, just a little blurb about Jules getting the letter Olive wrote to her in Part 7 of @winniemaywebber’s masterpiece Honeysuckle Rose!)

Hot Summer Night - In which John Brady helps his wife through a stiflingly hot New York summer night (18+ minors dni)

Yes, Captain - Things are getting steamy for the Bradys when Jules lets a certain title slip— John decides he likes it (18+ minors dni)

Prologue (“for stony limits cannot hold love out”)

Chapter 1 (“as boundless as the sea”)

Chapter 2 (“the course of their love never did run smooth”)

requests are open!

Captain Bernard “Benny” DeMarco

Pyaar Dosti Hai - Benny DeMarco x Ruthvika Patel (OFC)

Chapter 1 - Ruthie Patel runs into a certain furry member of the 100th Bomb Group— and his owner— on her way to celebrate her friend Juliet’s engagement to John Brady. The gang quickly welcomes her into their found family, but there could be something more between her and Benny DeMarco— if either of them ever finds the courage to make a move.

requests are open!

Anthony Boyle

Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic y’all ever saw (feat… uh, Things Happening in cars 👀) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)

Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb

Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

[sagesolsticewrites]

I promise at some point I’ll get back to writing pure fluff, y’all, but uh…. today is unfortunately not that day fjskfj

Scheduled fics for this week (so far):

- Anthony Boyle smut (written by my bestie @winniemaywebber!!! She’s amazing and I can’t wait for y’all to read it, I melted) to be posted Monday, March 4th at 10am Central Time

- Rosie smut to be posted Tuesday, March 5th at 10am Central Time 👀😏

[blakelysco-pilot]

This is so cuuuute! 🥰

Backwards Hat

a/n: so! I wrote this for funsies like a month ago when Anto posted that pic of him and Raff and Barry and given that we won’t be getting any new Anto content (as far as shows, etc.) until next Wednesday when Shardlake drops (SOOOOO excited!!!), I figured we could use something to tide us over until then 😊 Happy Friday, stay strong Anto girlies (gn)!

Warnings: none! Pure fluff

Word count: 442 (short n sweet <3)

Masterlist

“Good job, my love!” You shout from the sidelines, biting back a smile as Barry and Raff begin their incessant teasing when Anthony meets your eyes with a bright grin.

You had tagged along to one of your boyfriend’s informal football games— organized as a way for him to get to see some of his former costars after Masters had wrapped— and you were having the time of your life watching him run around like a kid with his friends.

A brief time-out is called, and he jogs over to you.

“Hi there,” he grins, pretty brown eyes shaded from the bright spring sun by his beloved 100th Bomb Group hat.

You grin right back up at him, “Hi. Having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he laughs, his eyes flicking over to where Raff and Barry are shoving each other on the field like teenagers, “It’s really good to see these guys again.”

“It’s good that you guys stay in touch,” you smile, reaching up to flick the brim of his hat playfully.

“Hey,” he laughs, adjusting it back so it sits properly on his head again, “What was that for?”

“Well you’ve been standing here for at least thirty seconds, and I still haven’t gotten a kiss yet,” you pout.

He looks positively scandalized at the thought.

“I’m so sorry darling,” he says softly, though there’s a playful sparkle in his eyes, “Let me fix that.”

You rise up onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway as he leans in…

And jolts back as the cap protecting his fair Irish skin bounces off your forehead.

You laugh through your wince, rubbing the spot where it hit you.

“Or not, I guess.”

He frowns slightly, though the concern on his face eases as you assure him that you’re fine. You can see the gears turning in his brain as his friends call him back over.

“Honey, just go,” you wave him off with a smile, “I’m alright, I promise.”

“No, I’m not leaving until I’ve given my girl a proper kiss,” he retorts gently.

In one smooth motion, he flips the hat backwards and swoops in to plant his lips on yours.

You giggle into the kiss, squeezing him tight before releasing him as he steps away, eyes sparkling.

“There we go,” he grins with a wink.

“Get back out there, you dork,” you say through the wide smile stretched across your face, waving him off as Barry and Raff begin their good-natured teasing once more.

He stops to blow you a kiss as he jogs back over, making your smile grow impossibly wider as his friends playfully jeer about what took you so long?

[winniemaywebber]

SO CUTIE THAT I MAY PERISH <3

Backwards Hat

a/n: so! I wrote this for funsies like a month ago when Anto posted that pic of him and Raff and Barry and given that we won’t be getting any new Anto content (as far as shows, etc.) until next Wednesday when Shardlake drops (SOOOOO excited!!!), I figured we could use something to tide us over until then 😊 Happy Friday, stay strong Anto girlies (gn)!

Warnings: none! Pure fluff

Word count: 442 (short n sweet <3)

Masterlist

“Good job, my love!” You shout from the sidelines, biting back a smile as Barry and Raff begin their incessant teasing when Anthony meets your eyes with a bright grin.

You had tagged along to one of your boyfriend’s informal football games— organized as a way for him to get to see some of his former costars after Masters had wrapped— and you were having the time of your life watching him run around like a kid with his friends.

A brief time-out is called, and he jogs over to you.

“Hi there,” he grins, pretty brown eyes shaded from the bright spring sun by his beloved 100th Bomb Group hat.

You grin right back up at him, “Hi. Having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he laughs, his eyes flicking over to where Raff and Barry are shoving each other on the field like teenagers, “It’s really good to see these guys again.”

“It’s good that you guys stay in touch,” you smile, reaching up to flick the brim of his hat playfully.

“Hey,” he laughs, adjusting it back so it sits properly on his head again, “What was that for?”

“Well you’ve been standing here for at least thirty seconds, and I still haven’t gotten a kiss yet,” you pout.

He looks positively scandalized at the thought.

“I’m so sorry darling,” he says softly, though there’s a playful sparkle in his eyes, “Let me fix that.”

You rise up onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway as he leans in…

And jolts back as the cap protecting his fair Irish skin bounces off your forehead.

You laugh through your wince, rubbing the spot where it hit you.

“Or not, I guess.”

He frowns slightly, though the concern on his face eases as you assure him that you’re fine. You can see the gears turning in his brain as his friends call him back over.

“Honey, just go,” you wave him off with a smile, “I’m alright, I promise.”

“No, I’m not leaving until I’ve given my girl a proper kiss,” he retorts gently.

In one smooth motion, he flips the hat backwards and swoops in to plant his lips on yours.

You giggle into the kiss, squeezing him tight before releasing him as he steps away, eyes sparkling.

“There we go,” he grins with a wink.

“Get back out there, you dork,” you say through the wide smile stretched across your face, waving him off as Barry and Raff begin their good-natured teasing once more.

He stops to blow you a kiss as he jogs back over, making your smile grow impossibly wider as his friends playfully jeer about what took you so long?

[winniemaywebber]

this one was so so sweet to write 🥺 Thank you to my darling bestie for letting me co-write ilysm 💕

In My Arms

Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff)

Cowritten with @winniemaywebber! Also shoutout to Winnie for making yet another incredible playlist for this fic!

Warnings: mentions of cheating (but not really bc there was a war on come on y’all), definitely some historical inaccuracies in here, and plenty of tooth-rotting fluff with a touch of Emotions™️

Word count: 1k (short n sweet!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

In the months since Harry Crosby had returned home, your husband hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you.

He’d always been like that in your more… private moments, of course, but now it seemed to be seeping into your daily lives.

You’d be walking past him to the kitchen and he’d trail his fingers along your arm, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume as it lingered in the air.

He’d wrap his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you were bustling around on a cleaning day.

He’d pepper kisses over every bit of skin he could reach every chance he got.

It wasn’t that you minded— on the contrary, you loved it. But you were curious as to where the behavior had come from.

“Honey?” You ask softly one rainy afternoon as Harry has you tucked under his arm, his fingers trailing over every inch of you he can reach.

“Hm?” He hums contentedly, “What is it, love bug?”

“I’ve noticed that… well, since you’ve been home..” You fumble over your words, trying to find the right thing to say, “You’ve been… touching me, a lot? More than you used to before you left, at least. Not that it’s a bad thing,” you scramble to add, “It’s wonderful, and I’ve missed it so, so much, but… is there a reason for it?”

Harry sighs deeply, seemingly collecting his thoughts before he answers.

“When I was… away…” he begins carefully, “there were lots of things the men used to distract themselves from the anxiety and… well, our day to day lives over there. Physical affection was one of them.” He glances at you nervously, ensuring you understand his meaning before he continues, “I did partake in that once or twice, when it got really bad, but truly aside from that, all of my thoughts and wants were directed towards you.”

“I know, honey, I understand,” you assure him, eyes soft, “There was a war on, you— you did what you had to do to keep yourself sane.”

He relaxes, a weight you hadn’t noticed he’d been carrying since he’d returned suddenly lifted off his shoulders.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathes, brushing a kiss to your forehead before continuing.

“There wasn’t a lot of… softness, on the base. We took affection where we could find it on weekend passes, but if you didn’t do that, then it was just a bunch of claps on the back from your fellow airmen, maybe a dance or two with a WAC girl at the Officer’s Club, and not much else.”

You reach up to stroke through his soft curls as he speaks, and he unconsciously leans into your touch as he continues.

“So being home, being with you again…” he sighs, continuing softly “Having someone to touch me again… it’s almost like I have to make up for everything I missed out on. Everything that war made me miss.”

“Oh, my love,” you breathe, hyperaware of every inch of his skin touching yours.

It made sense. Surrounded by other men— soldiers, no less— of course they wouldn’t get the amount of physical affection they were used to, especially if they had wives or sweethearts, and to be stuck there for a year as your Bing had…

Harry lets out a soft sound of surprise as you move into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. You nuzzle into his neck, pressing every inch of your body against him as your fingertips return to raking through his hair.

He melts, his head nosing at the crook of your neck, eyes closed, even as he asks, “Darling?”

“Shhh,” you breathe, “Just let me hold you.”

You feel him sigh against your neck as his hands come up to squeeze you closer, even as he protests, “But didn’t we have things to do—”

“That can wait,” you assure him softly.

The only sound for several long moments is the soft sighs of your heavy breathing, until you speak up again.

“When you got back,” you whisper, “I was so, so happy. So ready for things to go back to normal, to be us again, that I skipped the part where I just let it sink in that you were home, and here.” You lift your head to press a kiss to his temple, “And I’m sorry, my love. I promise I’ll do better.”

You feel your husband shake his head against you, lifting his face to meet your gaze as his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheek.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweet girl,” he murmurs, “I’ve got all the time in the world to hold you, now.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss as the two of you melt into each other, a soft bubble of sunlight amidst a dark and gloomy day.

You keep holding him for what feels like an eternity. You start to hear him whimper into you, his whole body tense and shaking. You feel wetness from his eyes drop on to your shoulder and you pull away, concern all over your face. 

“My love,” you say, your voice slightly strained. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“Oh, darling,” he sniffs, wiping the tears as quickly as they come, obviously embarrassed at showing this emotion. “I'm just–just so happy to be home with you.” You reach a hand out to touch his face, your eyes also filling with the same emotion. You swipe your thumb under his darling puppy eyes, your heart beginning to swell. 

“I'm so–” You struggle to formulate the words, your throat closing around all the swallowed emotion. “I'm so happy to have you home, too. I don't want us to ever be apart again, honey.”

“We won't be,” he replies, holding you close and kissing your temple, clinging to one another until your tears are spent. 

“I love you, Bing,” you breathe into his ear, fingers toying with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“I love you too, darling,” is his soft response, mumbled against your neck as he squeezes you tighter, and you know that you won’t let each other go again for a long while.