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the-angeleno · 11 months ago

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gekko x female reader where like basically finds her super attractive and is nervous to talk to her so reader starts to think he doesn’t like her since hes so social w the other agents I hope that kinda makes sense?? Also hes so bbg<33

FIRST IMPRESSIONS! gekko x f!reader ✴ fluff!! no warnings!

[note!!] ↳ i apologize for taking so long with requests, i was just overwhelmed and flooded with so many and then uni got super chaotic but we made it! merry christmas / happy holidays!

mateo’s introduction to the protocol went as smooth as being introduced to by reyna could go. he’s not sure exactly what she said to get him in, as it seemed to be pretty exclusive and he’s not entirely sure if he has the professionalism they were looking for.

he doesn’t, but they don’t seem to mind. well, brimstone has complained here and there about how difficult the boy was to reach, he never answered his phone or replied to his texts but the motherfucker was always on tiktok whenever the protocol held meetings.

he got away with a lot by practically being reyna’s little brother, everyone was too scared to do anything to reprimand the boy. other than viper of course, nothing scared that woman it seemed.

being one of the younger agents, and the newest, left him anxious, but as time went on, he’s gotten his own seat at the table. he knew what the first day jitters felt like, how everything was intimidating, and he had already known reyna prior and she still kind of scares him so he can’t imagine how intimidating the woman would be to you.

brim asked beforehand if anyone wanted to step up and show you the ropes, before gekko even had the chance to volunteer, almost every head in the room turned to him anyway.

“i’d be honored.” he bowed dramatically, turning to harbor, “i’ll make you proud coach!”

he didn’t. not because he was a bad coach necessarily, he just couldn’t get a proper sentence out without bumbling like a fool.

the new agent was really pretty, and mateo’s had crushes before in the past but nothing like this, where the moment he looked at her he felt the carpet pull out from under him.

nobody else seemed affected by your beauty, even chamber seemed too occupied with his work to ogle at you. the knowing looks from jett and phoenix only made him more flustered as he knew his attraction to you was written all over his face.

neon and raze were stifling laughter, watching his sad attempt at demonstrating how to defuse a spike.

“s-so yeah um .. after y’know c-clearing corners and stuff you uh… um usually brim will c-comm? yeah he’ll comm us uh let us know the game plan.” he clears his throat, looking down at his hands and shaking his head in an attempt to clear out his thoughts.

you watched him with such a kind expression on your face, it was almost a little infuriating how good you were at maintaining eye contact with him, mateo feels like he might die of heatstroke with how hot his face has become.

you notice how nervous he is and hesitantly reach for him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“hey i know we just met and all, but i promise i'm not gonna kill you…” an awkward laugh accompanied your words, and you couldn’t hide some of the hurt in your voice. why was he so terrified of you? “i’m not! scared of you or anything-“

“did i do something that made you uncomfortable?”

“no! nothing like that you’re just uh..” he looks around the room, relieved when he sees the others seemed to have moved on from watching his horrible teaching skills.

he glances at his critters, dizzy curled up as always in slumber, wingman on the couch waving his arms excitedly in support of his train of thoughts.

he breathes deeply, before finally meeting eyes with you.

“you’re just really pretty.” he says, without stuttering, or losing eye contact, and the intensity of it all leaves a red hot flush to climb up your neck and up to your cheeks.

“o-oh.” you stutter, mind going a mile a minute because what the fuck do you even say to that? you just met him, but you can’t deny how attractive he is too. you bite back a smile and look down in embarrassment.

“thank you… that’s sweet of you to say.”

“yeah but i just made things weird.”

“no you didn’t, things don’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird.” you reassure, nudging his shoulder.

“now you said something about brim giving comms, do we wait for an OK before defusing or should we defuse as soon as we reach the site?”

he was grateful for the change in topic, and with that finally off his chest he was able to finally get his wavering voice back under control.

“yeah so he’ll comm with the OK; if everything is clear and it’s safe to defuse then go for it and regroup before evacuating.”

your first mission goes surprisingly well, gekko at your side through the whole thing, watching your back with every corner you turned and alerting you of enemies you missed before taking care of them himself.

he was the perfect partner anyone could ask for really, so when the other agents were hyping you up for your performance you couldn’t help but redirect the praise to mateo.

every mission went on like that, a success, the two of you made an incredible team. it wasn’t until six months later, on one of the biggest missions you’ve yet to go on, that you really showed the other agents in the protocol just how much you’ve grown.

“that quick scope was insane even reyna was impressed!” phoenix says over the sound of his comrades whooping and cheering you on.

“who knew our new agent would be our new little prodigy?” jett cooed, pinching at your cheeks. you swat her hand away, laughing at her teasing.

“nah it was all gekko and really i wouldn’t have gotten off that shot without dizzy and the spike wouldn’t have been defused without wingman. i just have the best coach, right ‘teo?” you turn to look at him and he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug.

“of course hermosa, with me showing you the ropes you’ll kick everyone’s ass, radiant or not.”

his little compliment left you flustered, quick to hide your face into his neck, before feeling the vibrations of his laughter rumbling against his chest. he tilts his head down to peek at you,

“why’re you hidin’ chica?” he smirks knowingly, you were always so easy to fluster, it was incredibly endearing.

he pouts his lips out in a kissy face, laughing when you groan and roll your eyes at him.

the other agents watch silently as the two of you, almost in your own world, tease and bicker with each other back and forth, mateo’s arms still wrapped around your waist.

“i dunno why i let you take all the glory for our missions, i’m gonna stop being humble-“

“you? humble? chalè chica have you met yourself?” his words are all bark no bite, if the grin on his face was any indication.

you stuck your tongue out at him, and he sticks his right back, blowing a raspberry in your face and laughing when you yell and swat at him for spitting on you.

jett and neon share a knowing look, they bet on how long it’d take for the two of you to get together, and neon couldn’t hide the smirk on her face.

“not too late to forfeit~”

“no way, they’ve been dancing around each other like this for months im telling you they’re both too dumb to do anything for at least another two months-“

“yea like how it took you and phoenix two years to finally confess to each other?” she teased before quickly ducking the fist jett sent her way.

“wish someone would look at me like that.” chamber mutters, glancing over at viper who whistles absently, busying herself with some papers on her desk that suddenly need to be reorganized.

“can you let me go now?” you whined at him, giving him your most promising pout, he tilted his head in faux consideration, before shrugging,

“nah. don’t want to.”

“so you’re just gonna hold me hostage here?”

“don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“i don’t, you spat on me.”

“okay and you drooled on me on the way back to base-“

“shut up! you were the one who insisted i slept on your shoulder-“

“yeah because i didn’t wanna deal with you whining later about your neck hurting-“

“teo, let me go so i can punch you.”

“no can do, hermosa.”

“i’ll knee you in the balls.”

he pouts again, debating if he should free you from his embrace, before he gets the chance to, you lean forward on your tiptoes and plant an obnoxious smooch on his lips, prying yourself free from him when he loosens his grip in surprise.

“HA!” you laugh maniacally, running away from the boy who was already chasing you,

“oh so that’s how you’re gonna play huh?” he yells, ignoring brimstone who is shouting at the two of you to stop running around HQ.

“did you not just see what she did!” he whines like a child, glaring at neon and jett who are trying to stifle their laughter to no avail.

you run and hide behind raze and killjoy on the couch, catching your breath, you peek your head over and spot mateo,

“you’re harboring a criminal, release her.” he declares to the couple, and raze rises, holding her arms out in front of you, blocking you away from gekko.

“you gotta get through me first.” she stands firm, winking at killjoy who only rolls her eyes at the idiocy happening before her.

“can you guys take this fight back to the playground please?” she asks, turning over on the couch to look down at you. you hold your finger to your lips, a dramatic sh! the only response offered to her.

she tries to flick your forehead but you are quick to swat her hand away, earning a snort from the engineer before she turns to sit forward on the couch.

“what are her crimes even?” killjoy asks and you feel your face burning before mateo even opens his mouth.

“i was holding her hostage in a hug and she kissed me to escape-“

“oh god gross-“ raze’s arms falter.

“are you two fucking serious?” neon says in fake disgust.

“ew guys get a room-“ killjoy remarks with a loud groan.

“GROSS!” chamber shouts from across the room.

with you defenseless, mateo is quick to dive over the couch, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder in one fell swoop.

he ignores your shouts and demands to be put down as he carries you away to an empty meeting room, closing the door behind him with his foot before setting you down with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“look at the scene you caused, mensa. now everyone knows about your dirty little tricks.” he had you pushed up against the door, his face incredibly close to yours, and you were suddenly grateful he had carried you off like that, away from the eyes of your comrades who probably have an idea of what’s going on back here anyways.

the close proximity leaves you flustered, but the competitive side of you can’t seem to back down to mateo.

“didn’t expect you to get so worked up over a little kiss, you got a crush on me or something?” you teased, sounding more confident than you actually felt.

he leans closer, lips nearly touching yours before gliding upwards and caressing the shell of your ear.

“maybe i do, but the thing is cariño…” his lips trail down your cheek, stopping right over yours, “i think you like me too.” he breathes a laugh against you and it sets you aflame, your heart pounding incessantly in your chest.

“should i kiss you this time and find out?” his lips are centimeters away from your own, his hands that are now cupping your jaw tilt your head upwards to brush against his lips, a gasp slipping past them to which he chuckles amusedly at.

the anticipation of his touch practically eating you alive at this point, how desperate you are to feel his lips against yours again.. you swallow, biting back your pride before nodding,

“please… ‘teo-“

his lips are against yours in an instant, eager and passionate, moving with a desperation you hadn’t anticipated. you reach up to pull him closer by the neck, kissing him back with just as much passion and fervor.

he bites down on your lip, smirking against you when you whine and open up for him, he’s quick to use the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste you properly.

sweet like saccharine, he couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your tongues intertwined has him dizzy, his brain short-circuiting.

he can’t believe he’s finally kissing you, finally tasting the lips he’s been craving since the day he first laid eyes on them.

you whine his name, muffled in between kisses as he sucks particularly hard on your tongue, leaving you breathless and desperate for air.

prying the boy off of you, you finally manage to catch your breath, panting harshly against him as he smirks at you.

“yeah you definitely like me, ‘please teo!’ he mocks and you hide your face in his neck, groaning and punching him lightly on the chest.

“you’re such an ass mateo."

[note!!] ↳ this might be ass, ngl i wrote it high on my phone at like 2am, i think the second half with all the other agents is kinda wild n messy but so is mateo so shhh. - feel free to send in more reqs!!

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 1 year ago

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The Jacuzzi Incident

Bradley Bradshaw x reader 4k words

summary: You spend your Christmas holidays with the squad in your uncle's cabin and sharing the jacuzzi with Bradley ends steamy in more than one way.

tagging a bunch of people who said they'd like to be tagged in more parts: @roostergooster @pono-pura-vida @chassy21 @startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs @schreksdoubledeckerhomechecker @sometimesanalice

a (not so) little addition to "Oh No, There's Only One Bed" and “Oh No, There's An Arm Around My Waist”, can be read seperately tho

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This was not what you had expected your Christmas holidays to go like.

To be honest though, it was all kind of your fault. You had most definitely got yourself into this situation. You couldn't even blame anyone else.

Why had you been so social anyway? So generous? Your uncle had offered you his "sanctuary in the middle of the woods", you, no one else. You didn't have to invite the squad to tag along. You could have been up here all alone, enjoying the snow, going skiing, taking walks - meditating or some shit, doing your own thing and living your life to the fullest. You'd have spent a peaceful, happy Christmas, visited your grandparents, maybe taken your uncle's truck and met up with one of your childhood friends who you only ever saw when you were here for the holidays.

But no.

This way you were sitting in a crowded, noisy kitchen, sipping your hot cocoa in a cozy poncho next to Coyote and listening to Phoenix and Jake bicker. Fanboy and Payback were sharing the couch, huddled close together under one blanket and watching their third Christmas movie - some rom com you usually would have been totally into if you hadn't been so incredibly focused on Bradley Bradshaw.

Because Bradley Bradshaw - despite the temperature - was leaning against the counter top opposite you, talking to Bob with a cup of coffee in his hands, a towel snug on his hips and his very naked torso in direct line of sight.

You were freezing your ass off inside and he was walking around shirtless.

Phoenix elbowed you in the side so hard you almost doubled over, your hot cocoa spilling onto your hand, making you hiss.

"Phee, what the fuck?", you complained, carefully putting your cup down on the kitchen table.

"You're drooling", she grinned, raising her eyebrows and you could have slapped her, honestly. You'd been here for about one and a half days now and you felt like you were going crazy already - you needed her support, not her teasing.

"I'm not", you insisted, a bit too harsh maybe, but just maybe.

She leveled you with that Phoenix stare that could make anyone in the near vicinity squirm, tilting her head to very obviously stare at Bradley and then back at you.

"You so are."

"Shut up!" You swatted at her bicep, turning to look at Bradley too and.... Yeah. Fine. Okay. Maybe you had been drooling just a little bit. But Bradley was an attractive man, who could blame you? You were friends, yes, platonic friends, but you could still appreciate that he was handsome, no?

Phoenix just chuckled, patting your shoulder as she left the kitchen, to go join Fanboy and Coyote maybe or to go shower or whatever - you couldn't even particularly pretend to care, not when Bradley suddenly looked at you, meeting your eyes, the corners of his lips tugging upwards just the slightest bit as he noticed you staring, your throat bobbing, your mouth drying up, setting off your fight-or-flight response instantly.

You decided to flee this time.

Like all the other times.

You looked away and scrambled off your chair, almost slipping on the laminate floors, sprinting through the doorway, through the living room and up the stairs until you could collapse onto your bed, face-first onto the pillows. You were sharing this room with Phoenix (the cabin was big, yes, but it wasn't that big. People had been forced to share) and you could smell her perfume on the sheets, reminding you that you really had to ask her where she'd got it from.

For a second you debated screaming.

You weren't really mad that you'd taken the squad with you. Not at all. The drive here had been fun already and the first evening as well and honestly, despite Jake constantly squabbling with everybody, you'd really been more than happy so far. But peaceful, like you'd wanted your Christmas to be? No, peaceful was a word that didn't exist with the squad around.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You sat up so fast that you got a head rush, blinking twice to make out Bradley leaning against the doorway - with jeans on and a sweater and a genuine smile on his lips.

"Hey", he said, all easy and smooth and you swallowed hard.

"Hi", you croaxed, leaning back onto your palms and staring up at him as he pushed himself away from the door and reached your bed in a few long strides. You forced yourself to stare right at his face, not allowing even your imagination to go any lower than that, because that might just have done you over completely.

"You left your cup in the kitchen. Thought I'd bring it to you before it goes cold", he explained, setting said cup down on your side table and oh yeah. He'd been carrying a cup. Your cup.

"That's- My Cocoa, right, yes! That's lovely, you're lovely, thank you."

You felt like you were stumbling over your own words, a flush of red settling in your cheeks. This was stupid. You were stupid. All of this was stupid. Bradley was a friend. You shouldn't be thinking like this. Why were you nervous? You'd known this man for years. You trusted him more than anyone else (which, perhaps, was just a side-effect of your job, but whatever).

And yet.

And yet you couldn't even say that this was the first time.

But you were fine! This was fine. Seriously fine.

Bradley made an appreciative noise somewhere in the back of his throat and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"No problem", he said, then paused for a second. "Everything alright? You seemed a bit off this morning."

"Oh!"

You were honestly a little surprised by that. You really shouldn't have been - this was Bradley. Bradley was observant - incredibly so - especially when it came to you. You couldn't have counted all the times he'd known exactly what you needed (a cuddle, a cup of tea, some water, a chocolate bar, more cuddles) like a goddamn mind reader even if you'd tried.

"No, I'm fine. Really", you nodded, more to yourself than to Bradley if anything. "Just a bit cold I guess."

"Alright", Bradley agreed, still raising his eyebrows at you like he wasn't quite convinced. And he was right, anyway. You weren't fine. You were more than just cold. But you certainly wouldn't tell him that. "Well then. Bagman actually had a decent idea for once and is pulling the cover off the jacuzzi. He's roped the others into making punch. You won't miss out on the jacuzzi, will you?"

There was a grin on his lips now, an honest grin that you couldn't help but mirror. Oh, the jacuzzi. Perhaps - probably! - your favourite part of this entire cabin. Jake had really had a good thought for once.

"Are you kidding me? The jacuzzi is my best friend! I'll be out in ten with towels for everyone!"

You could only hear Bradley's chuckle as you jumped up and slid (fuzzy socks on laminate flooring) out of the room. You would absolutely do anything for that jacuzzi. And it was just the distraction you so desperately needed.

...

Ten minutes later, you were already feeling a lot better - the prospect of punch and jacuzzi had lifted your mood incredibly. You'd changed into the swim suit you had brought for exactly this situation, had gone hunting for enough towels and had even found a bathrobe that you slung over your own shoulders.

Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Jake were already sitting in bubbling water, laughing and talking, all with cups of punch in their hands. You felt almost giddy, all happy energy fizzling in your stomach, as you put down the towels on the nearby sun loungers and hung your robe over the back of a chair before carefully easing into the jacuzzi. And then you quite literally melted.

Outside was ice-cold, but the water was sizzling hot in comparison, fog rising up and shrouding you. You sat down next to Phoenix and grabbed a cup of punch from the edge of the hot tub, taking a sip and then settling against the back wall. A sigh left your lips. This was perfection. You'd missed the jacuzzi so very dearly.

The conversation the other five were having faded into background noise as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, relaxing into the warmth and simply being present in the moment while being so very far away at the same time. Your body here, in the warm, cozy, comfortable water, the taste of punch on your tongue, the chatter of your friends in your ear and a smile on your lips, your mind losing itself to time and space, breathing in, breathing out, allowing any thought to pass, to come and go however.

You were here. In this wonderful, secluded cabin, in a wonderful, warm jacuzzi, with wonderful, many friends. This was the life. This was, even though you hadn't thought it possible, peaceful.

You settled even further into the water, took another sip of your punch and rested your head against the edge, a content smile on your lips.

Then someone else dipped their legs into the water and you opened your eyes again as Bradley sat down next to you, his side pressing into yours, the grin on his lips making your smile deepen.

"Hi", you muttered, keeping your eyes fixed on his face and just his face (which you had to put a lot of your focus on) because he was way taller than you and while you were settled deep into the water, it barely covered half his torso. In short, his collarbones were mere inches from your nose and you felt like running a line of kisses along them. So yeah, distraction and escapism it was!

"Hey", he smiled back, holding his cup with one hand and putting his other arm around the edge of the tub - also mere inches from your body. If you just leaned back a bit further, he'd have his arm around you........ What about that distraction again? You desperately needed that distraction.

You swallowed and took another sip of punch, just to not have to stare at him for a second.

"Didn't you just shower?", you asked then, frowning to try and keep your mind off of the fact that Bradley was a half-naked god - which, well, thinking about him in the shower didn't really help with.

"Well yes", he laughed. "If I'd known this was the plan, I would have showered after."

You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cheers then", you grinned as you clinked your cup to his and raised it to your lips, closing your eyes to savour the taste on your tongue.

Oh yes, this was a real Christmas holiday. A cabin in the woods, cold air freezing your nose, hot water keeping the rest of you warm, punch settling in your stomach, your friends' conversation all around you.

You let out a content sigh and leaned an inch further into Bradley, enough for his bicep to press to your skin, your breath quivering for a heartbeat - this wasn't unsual, you'd often been tucked into his arms, lingering for just a second too long, but normally he was wearing a bit more than swimming trunks and you a bit more than a bathing suit. There was a heartbeat of uncertainty, then you felt his fingertips skimming along your shoulder, a barely-there touch that froze you in place with a smile on your lips that felt as though it would split your face in half.

You didn't dare to move further.

The heat of the water, the heat of the cup in your hands, the heat of him. The cold of the air that you didn't realise was there anymore. The simple, soft touch of his fingertips. The firm press of your side to his. The sound of the squad's conversation as Bob climbed into the tub - "You didn't think that it looked a bit baggy?" "Baggy? What kind of question is that?" "That's an absolutely appropriate question! It was an incredibly important Halloween costume - right, Bob?" "I don't really want to comment-" "It was important! How could it not have been important? There was a contest! You should have told me that it looked baggy!" "I didn't say it looked baggy, I asked if it maybe looked a bit baggy." "There's no difference!" - but you barely registered any of that actually happening.

You just existed there, for a moment, in Bradley's arms, love in your chest that curled and unfurled, burned softly into every part of your body, in a totally platonic way. Honestly, you weren't sure if maybe you'd dozed off at some point - it was cozy and comfortable and peaceful and you just couldn't help yourself. The alcohol slowly taking effect, the water, the steam, the warmth, all of that was easily making you feel drowsy. Though you couldn't say you were complaining, not in the slightest.

It was just a bit confusing, truly, when you opened your eyes, yawned and realised that not only was the tub empty except for you and Bradley, but also that your head was resting on his shoulder. Sometime in your (half-)nap it must've rolled to the side - right onto the first available pillow: Bradley's very wide, very naked shoulder.

You straightened your back and turned to look at him, blinking a few times to clear your hazy view.

"Mornin' Sleepyhead", Bradley greeted with a grin, immediately making you blush and chuckle a bit.

"Sorry", you said and scooched a little further away from him, just to be safe. You tried to ignore the fact that you'd just slept in his arms. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on- on you?"

"As long as you were comfortable", he laughed - pulled his arm away though and stretched it. You bit your lip and swatted at his shoulder.

"Did your arm fall asleep? Bradley, you should've said something. Or moved. Or-", you paused, eyebrows pinching together. "Where's my cup?"

You couldn't remember putting it away. You hadn't put it away. You hadn't even finished it.

"Oh, I rescued that cup before you could dump it in the water", he grinned and pointed at two cups far away enough from the edge of the tub to definitely not run any risk of being droppedd into the water. You had to smile. This was exactly what you loved about Bradley - just how considerate he was. How much attention he paid to every little detail around him. Around you.

"Thanks", you muttered. "The others went inside?"

Bradley nodded.

"A while ago", he said. "They're making dinner."

You swallowed at that. The kitchen was on the other side of the cabin. And for the first time, you really realised how very alone you and Bradley were here.

Just you and him, the hot tub, two half-finished cups of self-made punch, the silence, your breath forming little clouds and mixing with Bradley's somewhere in mid-air as you looked at him - damp hair and droplets running down his chest, hazel eyes that you were too familiar with already.

You didn't know what to say. They're making dinner. The others. Right. The others, in the kitchen, in the cabin, making dinner. You and Bradley, out here, in the hot tub, all alone.

You'd been alone with Bradley countless times.

This shouldn't feel different. This didn't feel different. Did it? Maybe you'd always felt this way about Bradley. Like some thick, heavy, heady fog was hanging over you, clouding your vision and poisoning your mind, like every fibre of your body was vibrating somehow, vibrating with hope and warmth and happiness, with anticipation, your teeth digging into your lip and snow catching on your lashes.

Snow.

You let out a gasp as you tilted your head back, staring up into a darkening, cloudy, white sky, a white sky with snow falling down, tiny little specks of white.

Snowflakes.

Snow, it was snowing!

"Bradley!", you squealed, laughter in your voice, dripping down like honey into this syrupy tension between you, glancing at him to make sure he was looking up - he wasn't, he hadn't been, not until then, no, he'd been watching you, but now that you were meeting his eye, he tilted his head back too. You felt heat crawl up your cheeks, felt the smile on your lips that you just couldn't push down.

You didn't know what this all meant. You didn't really want to think about it.

You were sharing a hot tub with a friend. This was no different than it had been with the rest of the squad here. Just that there was snow now.

Snow! Actual snow. God, how you'd missed the snow here! So far you hadn't had snow in San Diego. You weren't even really sure it snowed in San Diego at all. But it definitely snowed here. Soft little flakes, painting your skin as you looked up into the sky, painting your hands as you reached up into the air, painting your tongue as you opened your mouth and tried to catch a few of these white flecks.

"Last time I saw snow has to have been four, five years ago", Bradley said softly, his voice quieter than usual, as though he was almost afraid if he talked too loudly, he'd scare the snow off again.

"That long?", you asked, matching his volume, tilting your head to watch him smiling at the sky like a child, beautifully happy. You were grinning too, you knew that, you knew that you couldn't help it and that he probably couldn't either.

"That long", he nodded. You paused for a second to admire him - hair wet at the ends now, throat all on display for you, lips parted and breathing deeply. He may have been in awe of the snow, but you were in awe of him. Of this incredible, kind, supportive, observant, loving man who'd always been there when you'd needed him. Who was here now. Who'd always been here and who'd always be here.

He turned to face you then, white snowflakes catching in his hair and a genuine smile on his lips, and usually you'd have been embarrassed that he caught you staring but right now, you didn't care - you couldn't care, because you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, not when he was looking so much like... Like what, exactly? You didn't think there was anything to compare him to. He looked ethereal, heavenly, celestial, so much child and adult at the same time, human and yet somehow more than that. You felt like you were looking at all of him in this heartbeat, at any and every part of his soul, bared for you, unfolding here, right now, while you were simply watching, reading him, every strength and every flaw, every nook and every crook, every joy and every fear. In this breath, he wasn't a fighter pilot, he wasn't even your best friend - he was just Bradley Bradshaw, just himself.

You felt him, learned him, studied him, every part of him.

Maybe that was why you knew that he'd move before he did, why you weren't scared or embarrassed to meet him right in the middle.

Until he was mere inches from you.

You swallowed.

He glanced down at your lips.

And you felt the moment melt into more. Into less, in a way. You felt the heavy silence that you hadn't noticed before. You felt the heat, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You felt the lump in your throat, the rush of blood in your ears, the tingle in your hands, willing you to reach for him.

His fingertips brushed along your waist, a short moment of hesitation (Was it hesitation? Was it anticipation? Was it reassurance, hope, suspense?) and then-

His hand closed around your waist. You choked back a gasp.

Tentatively, because your mind was silent, entirely and wholly quiet for once in your life, as though your body, your soul knew something it didn't, you reached out, water dripping, dripping, dripping down from your hand as you let it dangle in the air, an inch maybe from his skin, not sure where to put it.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Then your fingertip grazed his skin, so soft, so light that you could barely feel it, could barely feel anything but wet, wet water. Then another. Then

"Dinner's ready in five!"

You snapped back to reality so hard you flinched and pulled back, away from Bradley as quickly as humanly possible.

Jake had called from inside, hadn't even bothered to take a single step out into the cold and for once, you were glad that he was such an ass. If he had come outside- God, if he'd seen that- Oh sweet Jesus.

You couldn't even look at Bradley as you stumbled onto your feet, as you straightened up and almost slipped on the edge of the tub in your attempt to flee.

"Careful!", Bradley called out, hands reaching up to grab and steady you, but you made some sort of high-pitched sound that sounded nowhere close to human and wriggled away before he could touch you in the slightest, one foot already on the cold (Cold! So incredibly fucking cold!) floor of the patio.

"I'm fine, i'm fine!", you repeated, snatching your towel as you sprinted away, away from the tub and away from Bradley and away from temptation, into the house and into the pleasant warmth, wrapping the towel around your body and taking two stairs at a time to reach your room before anyone (especially anyone called Bradley) could have the slightest chance of intercepting you.

You didn't know what had just happened.

But what you did know was that this was stupid - that you were stupid, that oh dear lord yes, you were stupid! Bradley was a friend, a platonic friend - not even that, a colleague, a man you had to trust with your life to protect you in multi-million-dollar air planes! Bradley was not a man you could or would snog. Especially not in your goddamn uncle's hot tub with the rest of your colleagues in the next fucking room!

Yes, you had no clue what had just happened, but you knew very, very well that it could never happen again. And that whatever it was, you had to forget it had ever happened right this second.

But as always, things were easier said than done.

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

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blair-jbsn1 · 12 days ago

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Someone special

Pairing : Jacob Black x reader

Word count : 1914

Summary : based on the song “Last Christmas” in a way!!!

Warnings : some angst, but fluffy ending!!!

A/n : sorry i haven’t made a fic in a few days, I’ve been busy packing for a trip !!

You, Jacob and Bella grew up together, all three of you being close, though, you could tell Jacob and Bella were a bit.. closer. It was obvious there was a duo in a trio.

Despite that, you had a little crush on Jacob, even as kids, he was your best friend, you didn’t have a good understanding of love, but you felt like he was special to you, and you hoped you were special to hum, too.

You were! But obviously, Bella seemed to be more special to him than you were, this hurt, obviously. Even though, you tried staying close to the two, though, it felt like third wheeling the older you guys got.

Soon, Bella moved to Phoenix with her mom, leaving you and jacob. In a way, you were happy, but you obviously didn’t show it, But now it was just you and Jacob. This was your chance to get closer to him!!

That’s exactly what you did, you spent loads of time with Jacob, your feelings growing, but you never openly admitted them. You didn’t want to ruin your bond with him, especially ‘cause you knew.

His heart was set on Bella.

Years pass, you and Jacob stayed close, until Bella came back to Forks to live with her biological dad.

Jacob was thrilled, obviously, you were happy too, but you knew he’d spend more time with her.

Soon, as you expected, your hangout time with jacob lessened, from almost every week day to weekends, to one day a week, you always got excuses lime “i’m showing Bella around, things have changed since she last got here,” “i’m catching up with Bella,” or “Bella needs me today.”

It’s always Bella.

You were supposed to be a trio! What happened to that?? It’s always just those two nowadays, leaving you in the dark.

Yes, you spoke to Bella, you still have her number, she hadn’t changed it. But you two never really hung out anymore.

Even after Bella got a boyfriend, Edward, Jacob was still around her! Though, he spent. A little more time with you, but even then, he spent the majority of his time with Bella.

Soon, Bella’s boyfriend left, and she went into a not-so-good state, and Jacob was the one to always be around her, like it was his time to shine.

You tried talking to Bella too, but she never really answered, it was either a dry response or no response at all.

And more excuses from Jacob came along with Bella’s depression. Always “I’m with Bella,” “Bella needs a friend right now, and I want to help her.”

At first it was understandable, but the more time went on, it seemed like she was just using Jacob as a rebound guy, ever since her boyfriend came around, she spent less time with Jacob, but mow that he’s gone, Jacob’s suddenly her favorite person??

It made you mad, she shouldn’t be using him like that! The worst part, Jacob just goes with it!

But soon, Jacob just.. cut contact, sith you and Bella, it was.. weird.

But soon, Bella was pounding at your door.

You opened it.

“Yeah?”

You said, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.

“Somethings up with Jake, he’s not answering my calls or texts.”

Bella said, obviously pissed off.

“Maybe he broke his phone?”

“Billy would’ve said so, but billy says he’s sick with Mono, but it’s been weeks!”

“Maybe it’s-“

“You’re coming with me to see him.”

“Wha-“

Before you could even protest, you were sitting in Bella’s truck, driving to La Push, Jacob’s place.

It was pouring outside, Bella was crazy for wanting to drive in this weather, but there was nothing to stop her now.

As you two got there, there was four shirtless men there, was that… Sam Uley and his “goons”? Jacob always said how they were showoffs. Why were they at his place?

Bella put the her truck in park and immediately got out, going up to the four of them.

Before you knee it, Bella slapped one of them, making them extremely angry.

You got out of the truck, running over to them, had to save Bella from whatever situation this was.

“Bella!”

You said loudly, grabbing her wrist and moving her away from the group, and just in time, there was a large wolf replacing the man that was just there, what the fuck??

And as if on cue, Jacob came out.!

“Bella, Y/N!”

He shouted, jumped over his fence and running towards them all, suddenly in the air and transforming into a large wolf himself, you and bella were flabbergasted.

Though, you and Jacob make eye contact, and he seems to pause for a moment, staring at you like you became his world, but then, quickly tore his gaze away and over to the other wolf, tacking them and into the woods they go.

“Embry, Take them back to Emily’s.”

Sam said sternly before going after the two.

“Guess the Wolf’s out of the bag.”

The boy, Embry said, heading over to Bella’s truck, you and Bella following.

Soon, you made it to Emily’s place, stepping out of the truck.

“Some advice, don’t stare too much at Sam’s fiancé, it bugs him.”

Another boy said as you all walked in.

Walking in, there were some muffins on the table.

The boys immediately sat down.

“Save some for your brothers.”

The girl, who you and Bella assumed was Emily, said.

“And ladies first, you two hungry?”

She asked, bella declined while you took a muffin.

“Thank you.”

You said politely.

“So, you’re the vampire girl,”

Emily said, vampire?? You weren’t aware of that!

“And you’re the Vampire girls.. friend?”

She asked, not completely sure

“Yeah,”

You confirmed, giving Bella a look.

“Vampires??”

You said.

“I..- I couldn’t tell you, sorry, Y/N.”

Bella said, somewhat muttering.

Soon, Jacob, Sam and the other boy came back.

Jacob stood by the door, giving you a look to follow him.

You went up to him, followibg him.

You two walked along the shore of La Push Beach, in silence.

“So, you’re a werwolf.”

You spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Yup, last time I checked.”

He said

“..but there’s more to it, and you’re involved.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

What could you have done to get involved?

“..elaborate.”

You said

“I…”

He seemed a bit nervous.

“imprinted… on you..”

He said, the hell was that?

“Am i supposed to know what that is?..”

You ask, extremely confused.

“Imprinting on someone is like... Like when you see her...Everything changes. All of a sudden, it’s not gravity holding you to the planet. It’s her. And that her; Is you, in simpler terms, you’re my soulmate.”

Jacob explain, flabbergasted was an understatement! Was this really happening?? The guy you’ve loved for years was YOUR soulmate??

“..and-“

“But.”

He interrupted you before speaking.

“I don’t want anything romantic, I just want to continue being friends.”

He said

His words were heart breaking, he could probably hear your heart shatter.

“Oh… oh yeah.. that’s fine..”

You muttered, in the most calmedt wya you could.

“Y/N, you know I love Bella.”

Even if you know, it still hurts

You swallowed hard

“Yes, i’m aware.”

You said,

“I’m planning on perusing her, and if everything goes correctly, you’ll be together.”

He said in a hopeful tone.

“..yeah.. okay, good luck..”

You said, and you two went back to the rest of the pack… and Bella.

Later that night, Bella went to Italy on very short notice, apparently going to save her “boyfriend” from killing himself or something.

Obviously, Jacob was worried, and decided to rant to you about it.

“I just can’t believe it! She just leaves to go to her ex, she’s gonna get herself in danger or something, gosh. How can she just leave me after all i’ve done! He left! He said he didn’t need her, yet she still goes after him??”

Be ranted, frustrated.

“Mmh, seems like you got a taste of your own medicine.”

You murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, what do you mean.”

“You did the same thing to me, in a way.”

You said, you were finally going to say how you felt after all this time, let out all your frustration.

“Y/N-“

“No, Jacob, let me speak for once, you ALWAYS ditched me for Bella, always by her side like a puppy, even when she got a boyfriend, who she was clearly in love with, you were after her! When he left, you were her rebound, she was using you to make herself feel better!”

You said, and Jacob seemed mad, of course.

“Y/N, Bella made the wrong choice by dating that leech, i need to show her how much better i’d be for her, even if she is just using me, i’m not giving up.”

He said stubbornly

“That’s not the point, Jake, i’ve loved you since we were kids! Can’t you see that?? I’ve always been here for you, even while you go after Bella.”

You spoke, your voice becoming dhaky.

“Y/N.. i.. you know i love bella, i’m sorry, i know you’re my imprint.. but i really don’t see you like that.”

“You’re my best friend.”

His words hurt, even if he was trying to be kind about it.

“I know! But it hurts seeing the person you love go after another, it hurts like fucking hell Jacob, you should know how it feels.”

You didn’t want to sit around anymore

“Y/N, I-“

“Save it, Jacob, i’m done, i’m done sitting around watching you go after Bella, go peruse her, do whatever, i’m just.. tired.”

Mentally tired.

You walked off and into your car, starting it and driving home, not letting Jacob have a say in your decision, you couldn’t watch him go after another person anymore.

Though you didn’t know was that it hurts, mentally, to be away from your imprinter, you were practically in HELL, i missed Jacob, but this was your decision, it’d probably hurt more to see him and Bella together.

Some time passes, and from what you’ve heard is that Bella’s back with her boyfriend, good for them, but you were still miserable.

And then, there was a knock on your door.

You got up from where you were sitting, shuffling to the door and answered it.

And there stood, the one and only Jacob Black.

“Y/N..”

“What do you want?”

You said, not really fond of seeing him.

“I-i’m sorry, for everything,”

He muttered

“Are you only here because Bella’s busy with her boyfriend again?”

You spat,

“No! No.. i’m over Bella, i want you.”

That made your heart rate speed up.

“…you’re serious? Is this only became you can’t have Bella?”

You asked in disbelief

“No! It’s not, i realized i loved you more, i’m an idiot, i didn’t realize what i had when you were around, i want you and only you, i love you, Y/N.”

He said, taking a step towards you.

“I gave Bella my heart, but she just.. tossed it aside and stayed with edward, not giving a danm about me.”

He said

“This time, i’m giving it to you, you’re so, so special to me, Y/N, i didn’t realize it before, but you’re a special person to me, so i’m giving my heart tot you, and only you, forever.”

You were SO happy.

You just went up to him and gave him a BIIIGGG hug, and he immediately hugged you back

“You owe me big time.”

“I know.”

#twilight fanfiction #fanfics #jacob black x reader #jacob black #the twilight saga #taylor lautner #angst with a happy ending #Fluff #Love #romance #Twilight x reader #Embry Call #Paul Lahote #Emily Young #Sam Uley #jared cameron #wolf pack #quileute #Spotify

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fulltime-bigtoe-remover · 11 months ago

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The truest of all holidays

Need to get this out desperately

#happy almost christmas means it wasn't christmas day to all who celebrate #ace attorney #phoenix wright #almost christmas #christmas #I don’t even celebrate Christmas but this is the true holiday

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silentsneezes · 3 months ago

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HC that Remus is allergic to peppermint (smelling it makes him sneeze all day and eating it gives him hives) and super embarrassed about it bc he doesn't want to be seen as “weak” but Sirius didn't know and made their shared flat smell like peppermint for the Christmas holiday

thank you for the prompt anon! i’ll (hopefully) write another fic eventually that’s more specific to your request, but for now i hope you enjoy 2.1k of a very sneezy R/emus L/upin at the P/otter’s Christmas party

The Potter’s have always been known to throw extraordinary parties. Between James’s charisma as a host and Lily’s beautifully charmed decorations, every ‘Potter Party’- as Sirius calls them- is extravagant. Their Christmas party this year is no different, despite the ongoing wizarding war.

Their house is filled with enchanted garlands that drift through the air, shifting colors through a spectrum of festive hues. A few paintings have been charmed to sing carols when people pass by, whereas others wish people ‘A Very Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year.’ There are candles suspended mid-air, casting a warm, flickering glow in every room. The candle’s soft, elegant glow is accompanied with the scent of peppermint. A sweet, sharp aroma with a hint of menthol.

The guests- who are mostly members of the Order- have forgotten about the chaos existing outside of the Potter’s household. Tonight is a night for celebration, nothing else. They’ve all lost so much to the war, and refused to lose Christmas to it too.

Which is why Remus Lupin is walking hand in hand with his boyfriend Sirius, approaching the Potter’s home with an expensive bottle of wine. He’d thought about bringing a different gift, but he and Sirius had both been too busy with missions to get something in time. So he supposes a bottle of Chardonnay will suffice.

Remus lets Sirius knock, watching his boyfriend’s excitement with a little grin. He isn’t necessarily looking forward to spending the night at a party only a few days after the full moon, but he rarely gets to see his friends anymore. Besides, seeing Sirius so happy is reason enough.

As soon as James opens the door, Sirius pulls him into a hug, smiling ear to ear, “Prongs! It’s been too long.”

Remus can’t help but grin, especially when James drunkenly exclaims, “Pads! Moony! My old friends, oh I’m so glad you could make it,” keeping an arm slung around Sirius’s neck.

“Well, I guess you won’t be needing this,” Remus jokes, holding up the bottle of white. James guffaws at the joke, proving Remus’s point as he hiccups after laughing.

Remus steps into the bustling home, smiling as he looks around. It’s relieving, seeing all his friends celebrating and happy; he’d become accustomed to only seeing people at meetings for the Order of the Phoenix, and those were downright depressing.

Tonight, however, is quite the opposite. James pulls Sirius away to get a drink, leaving Remus by the entryway. Remus walks to the kitchen, setting the bottle of wine on the countertop and admiring the decorations.

As a candle floats by, Remus is greeted with an overwhelming scent of peppermint, mingling with the warmth of the festive atmosphere. His eyes immediately start to water, and he can’t help but cough lightly, a telltale tickle forming in his throat.

“Remus! It’s good to see you,” Lily exclaims as she makes her way through the crowded room, “How’ve you been?”

Remus smiles, his discomfort temporarily forgotten as he sees Lily. He accepts her hug, replying, “I’ve been well, all things considered. How are you?”

“I’ve been good, honestly,” Lily says with a smile, a hand placed habitually on her stomach, “We’ve almost finished the nursery, and…”

Remus tries his best to listen as Lily keeps talking, but his body has other ideas. He ducks against his shoulder slightly as he stifles two quick sneezes, “ngt! ngk!”

“Oh, bless you!” Lily says before continuing on, “It really is lovely seeing everyone again.”

Unfortunately, the stifles did nothing to relieve the itch in his nose- an irritating, persistent buzzing. Still, Remus tries to reply, “It is, it’s not often we- hh.. hHngk! ngxt! Excuse me. It’s not often we get together anymore.”

“Bless you Remus,” Lily says with a hint of concern. Sure, Remus sneezing isn’t uncommon, but Lily’s well aware of the full moon cycle and how frequently he falls ill after his transformations, “You’re not sick, are you?”

Remus offers Lily a wry smile, “No, not sick. Just a little sensitive after the full moon, I suppose.”

Lily nods, seemingly buying Remus’s quick dismissal. “So, what’ve-,” she starts, but then Marlene McKinnon spots Lily and shrieks happily.

“Lils!” Marlene exclaims, and a moment later Lily is frisked away into an embrace.

Remus doesn’t mind. In fact, he’s rather grateful for the opportunity to slip away into an unoccupied hallway. His nose has already started twitching again, and he can feel the sharp scent of the peppermint coating his throat.

Remus pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger, his head bobbing towards his chest as he stifles a series of sneezes in quick succession, “hhnGxt! hd’gsh! ngxk!”

He waits a moment, releasing his nose and taking an experimental breath. Wrong choice.

“hgXxt! hngt! nkXT! hh…. hhGDsxh!”

Remus lets out a little sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before searching through his pockets for a handkerchief. He almost always carries one, especially leading up to or following the full moon, when his nose is particularly sensitive.

“Hey love. You hiding out over here?” Sirius teases with a smirk, “Or is this just an especially interesting hallway?”

Remus turns around to see Sirius leaning against the wall, a drink in hand. He looks undeniably beautiful, his hair pulled back in a bun and his shirt partially unbuttoned.

Remus rolls his eyes, “Why, are you trying to escape the spotlight Pads?”

Sirius grins, about to quip back when Remus cups a hand over his nose, his shoulders shuddering as he stifles another little fit of sneezes, “hhNGxt! hnxt! hhN’gxt!”

“Bless you, bless you, bless you baby,” Sirius says in a slightly sing-song tone.

“Thanks,” Remus mumbles, but he’s more preoccupied with holding back. His nose is twitching, and he turns away from Sirius slightly as his breath hitches.

Sirius’s smile fades a little, replaced with concern, “You alright Moons?”

“Yeah just- hngt! j-heh-hgt! hxkch! Snf, just a little itch,” he dismisses. Admittedly, it’s much more than that. There’s a constant tickle in his nose and throat, his eyes are itchy and watery, and he can’t keep his nose from twitching.

Sirius raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend, his expression making it evident that he doesn’t believe Remus’s dismissal, “C’mon love, what’s up?”

Sirius moves closer, resting a gentle hand on Remus’s back, “You feeling okay?” He murmurs.

Remus bites his tongue for a moment, debating between admitting his allergy and potentially ruining Sirius’s Christmas, or powering through. Unfortunately for him, his nose chooses something else entirely.

“tschHh!-kKTSch! hh-hNgxt! hhN’Kgtsch!”

“Bless you,” Sirius murmurs as he rubs Remus’s back, “Something setting you off?” He asks, knowing Remus well enough to recognize an allergic reaction.

Remus just nods, knowing he won’t be able to deny it. He keeps a finger curled under his nose, hoping to dissuade the itch.

“How bad is it?” Sirius asks, his worry evident.

“I’m okay, just… c’mon, not agaihhhnGXt! nnG’DSch!”

“Bless you, bless you,” Sirius blesses each stifle as he wraps an arm around Remus’s waist, guiding him towards the backyard to get some fresh air.

Unfortunately for Remus, they pass by not one but two of the floating candles on their way out, and the finger curled under his nose becomes useless in preventing another fit.

“hh- hDtsch! hn’Gxt! hhHGDsch!”

Remus stifles against his finger, letting out a little cough after the triple. On top of the persistent itch in his nose and throat, his eyes are starting to become increasingly irritated and watery. He resists the urge to rub them, knowing it’ll only worsen his discomfort.

“Bless you love,” Sirius says as he opens the back door, keeping his other hand on the small of Remus’s back.

Remus feels a little relief as he steps into the brisk air, a flurry of snowflakes drifting downwards, but he knows the damage has already been done. He’s had a few encounters with peppermint in the past, and he has no doubt he’ll be sneezing all night.

“Better?” Sirius hums, wrapping an arm around Remus’s waist. The werewolf nods, pressing his handkerchief to the base of his nose and sniffling.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s setting you off?” Sirius asks, smirking at his boyfriend, “or are we going to have to play Guess That Allergen.”

Remus rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but grin a little, “You’re an ass.”

“Now now, Moony, we were talking about your sneezy predicament, not my ass,” Sirius teases, “So, what’s-”

“n’Gck! hngXt! hhHDTsch!”

“Bless you, bless you, bless you. What’s setting you off?” Sirius asks, not minding the interruption.

Remus hesitates before letting out a little sigh, realizing there’s no use in trying to dismiss the reaction or imagine an excuse, “The peppermint,” he answers simply. His nose twitches, as if his body is even sensitive to him saying the word, “hhHGXt! hNG’tsch!”

“Bless,” Sirius says with a little frown, suddenly remembering Remus’s last run in with the scent of peppermint at a potions store- it’s safe to say Remus doesn’t go to that store anymore, “Baby why didn’t you say something when we got here? You must’ve realized right away you were allergic.”

Remus lets out a defeated sigh, shrugging and answering, “It’s Christmas, and you’ve been looking forwards to seeing everyone for ages. I figured I… hh… could dhhdeal with-hhGNSxch! hhHtschew! ktsChh! with a little allergic reaction.” Remus lets the last two sneezes out unstifled now that he’s only in Sirius’s company, catching them in the folds of his handkerchief.

“Bless you love,” Sirius murmurs, gently rubbing circles on his boyfriend’s back, “You do realize this is more than a little allergic reaction, right? You look downright miserable.”

Remus doesn’t have the energy to argue with that, and he’d only be lying. The effects of being in the peppermint filled house have already set in, despite him only being inside for eight minutes.

“Let me guess: itchy eyes, itchy throat, and incessant sneezing?” Sirius asks, grinning at the way Remus’s eyes narrow in annoyance, “I’ll take that as a yes. Any rashes?”

Remus shakes his head, holding the handkerchief over his nose again as he feels the itch return with a vengeance, “Not y- hhKTsch! hhtxchew-tscCHh-kkDSch!” The last triple comes too rapidly for him to draw a breath between each of the sneezes, leaving him slightly breathless, “Not yet,” he finishes lamely.

“Bless you,” Sirius says as he presses a kiss to Remus’s cheek, “Why don’t you wait here, I’ll let Lily know we’re heading home,” he suggests gently.

Remus frowns, looking at his boyfriend with a guilty expression, “You don’t have to, I’ll just stay out here for a while. Go enjoy yourself.” He insists, gesturing to the festivities inside.

Sirius grins, rolling his eyes playfully, “Remus Lupin, if you think I’m going to leave you sneezing outside in the cold on Christmas, then you’re poorly mistaken.”

When Remus’s guilty expression doesn’t change, Sirius softens a little, “C’mon, we’ll pick up some food on the way home and we can watch a movie. I’ll even let you pick which one.”

“Sirius-” Remus starts to protest, but Sirius is already opening the door to go back inside, “Don’t move. I’ll be back in a few minutes and then we can head home.”

As guilty as Remus feels, it’s hard to ignore the flush of affection he feels towards his boyfriend. He knows Sirius has been looking forward to this party for ages, but here he is, ready to leave in an instant all because of Remus’s discomfort. Sure, it’s not an ideal situation, but to be loved so unconditionally is something Remus can’t help but cherish.

Before Remus can even reply, Sirius slips back into the bustling house, on a mission to find the hostess. The door remains open for a moment, and Remus is hit with a waft of the intense, biting scent of peppermint. To anyone else, it might be perfectly sweet, but to Remus, it means a night of incessant fits.

“hhTSxchew!-ktsxch! tsxg’t! Ktsch-etschiew!”

Remus’s shoulders shudder as he lets out a series of rapid sneezes into the handkerchief, grateful he’d remembered to bring one with him. Each sneeze is itchy and desperate, tumbling out after one another with no hesitation.

Remus spends the next few minutes caught in a cycle of hitching breaths and little fits, his nose becoming increasingly pinker as he waits for them to subside- though he knows they won’t, not yet, at least.

Luckily for him, Sirius returns before long, leading Remus around to the front of the house and apparating the two of them home.

They spend the rest of the evening curled on the old sofa in their living room, watching Christmas classics and sharing a bottle of wine- Sirius insists that it wasn’t really Christmas if he doesn’t at least get tipsy. Remus keeps a handkerchief in hand the entire time, sneezing every few minutes in quick, rapid fits until they finally start to die down. Sirius, of course, blesses him each time.

All in all, it’s not a terrible Christmas for the couple. After all, they have each other.

The End

i hope someone enjoys this, sorry for the rushed ending and any grammatical/spelling errors!

#sneeze kink #sneezefucker #sneeze blog #snzblr #sneezefic #snzfics #allergy snz

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