#nope still def romantic

[sfiyayaya]

not romantic not platonic but cosmically intertwined across every universe

[plleeeepppyyyy]

Hi hi hi!!! If you're still doing requests, could you perhaps do Wally Darling and a reader that's always sleepy?

ofc ofc!!! very cute request! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

(also mind u,, this was not the first request i gotten,, i jus got this one finished quicker (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) )

wally + sleepy reader!!

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

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•every time wally walks around you or sees you, he always sees you sleeping or on the verge of passing out. he finds it pretty amusing, don’t get him wrong he’s pretty worried about you sleeping almost every day. he’s definitely curious.

•he asks some of his friends first if they know why exactly it is why you do this, but they just assure him, “oh y/n is always sleepy!” that answer wasn’t good enough for him tho,,

•he finds you in the weirdest spots sleeping too, like this one time where you were just,,, laying on the ground while holding a plant. he watched you for a bit and just shook you up, he def walked you home as you were back on the verge of sleep.

•another time, you were gone for the WHOLE day, everyone was looking for you, poor julie was sobbing as if she lost her kid just already putting up posters of you,, but nope, howdy found you sleeping in one of the cabinets in his shop. how did you even get there?? you got a scolding for sure, how was that even comfy?

•wally took the opportunity to ask you a question, you were just laying your head on a table, again (for what seemed to be the millionth time) on the verge of hitting the hay. he asked you why exactly were you tired 24/7? he didn’t understand! it was just a silly concept to him, sleeping all of the time. even if he tried, he could never sleep with the house on his mind.

•you just simply replied, “why not?” wally hummed in fascination and watched you for the rest of the time you were about to sleep. but you were a bit talkative that day, so whatever came on your mind you talked about it to wally.

•after that wally admired how much you just didn’t care for much, you were just in your own little world.

•he DEFINITELY wanted to paint you too, you had no problem letting him. he just told you to sleep, definitely wasn’t an issue for you.

•he woke you up for,, maybe about a hour or two? and showed you an absolute masterpiece, you just sleeping. you loved it, and put it up on your wall. he still kept sketching and drawing you from time to time, i mean you were just still, a simple person to draw for sure!

•he also makes sure you don’t end up anywhere to crazy to sleep, its like he keeps tabs on you. its like if you were just walking somewhere, he just tugs on your hand and is like, “no, this way, silly!” he’s like a guide, making sure you don’t end up back into the river situation,,

•he totally wouldn’t mind if you laid your head on his shoulder; or anywhere on him honestly. he wouldn’t bat an eye if you leaned on him and just hit snooze. wally will continue talking to whoever, still making sure you’re fine. he’d rather have this than you accidentally sleeping on the roof or somewhere dangerous.

•wally finds himself giggling at the silliest things you do or say. like; why are you talking about hippos all of sudden? weren’t you just asleep?

•if he wants some quiet time to himself but not be completely alone. he def goes to you, maybe it’s because you’re sleepy but you’re just calm half of the time too. he also likes to ask you for suggestions on what to paint or draw next, you just mumble out the most random of things. you’re like a spinning wheel! to him at least,,

•you for sure were an interesting character in his book, so goofy. a good friend to despite you sleeping daily.

☁︎︎☁︎︎

romantic ver, ( ˘ ³˘)

•wally just adores you,, like why you so sleepy?? he finds it cute, you’re like a sleepy kitten 24/7. for some reason it makes him giggle to himself.

•definitely watches you 24/7, he doesn’t wanna let you go or leave you be. like before, he’s your guide to not falling in a brook. hell, he’ll even carry you around if you’re that tired. the neighbors look at you both and go, “oh look there goes wally and y/n!” as he just carries you around. :]

•theres always quiet moments between you two, you’re probably just snoring on his bed as he sketches,, well probably you. he always has some sort of art for you, pottery, paintings, whatever he can do, he did it for you.

•he’s also noticed how despite you being sleepy, you always try to make sure you talk to him. you’re just on the verge of sleeping yet again as you talk to him about this type of frog you saw early ago. wally really notices the little things. <3

•he gets all gushy and happy whenever you lean on him as a pillow or something. literally he just wants to grab you and just run away. but he keeps it in as he wraps his arm around you. even so, you can still notice the adoration in his eyes. a whole ass gentleman too, he WILL never move when ur sleeping on him. he shushes some people to, likee shhhh my boo is sleeping.

•to be honest, wally sleeps not so often, he definitely does more now that you help him. but whenever he just can’t close his eyes or anything, he watches you. and how peaceful you are, and he gets confused. how can you sleep so much? waking up to wally staring at you with those big old eyes is both scary yet endearing. you ask him what’s going on with him and hes just like, “you’re so peaceful, can’t help but keep this sight of you all to myself.” wit those big eyes,,

(≧◡≦) ♡

•ack,, okay so he for sure def whispers to you or something whenever you’re tired. he just perks his head to you and just whispers ever so softly, as if you’re already sleeping. even when you’re dead asleep he’ll whisper some stuff. if you’re lucky enough, you’ll probably hear him.

•SPEAKING of whispering and such, he def sings you asleep. as if it was hard enough for you to do so,, but still, legit you LOVE it when he sings to you. his voice is soo soft and listening to it is just, hhhhh, makes you malfunction at times.

•he still finds you at random places too, he quickly picks you up and just wakes you up. he’s all like, “oh, what are you doin here :)?” while ur kinda like ,, “hh”

•to him, you’re just admirable. even if ur sleeping in a not so fancy fashion, he admires how you sleep, even if you wake up all jus cruddy, he’s still looking at you with his big lovey dovey eyes.

•if you have any trouble trying to stay awake he helps you def, tries to at least. if you drink caffeine to help you out with it, he’s all for it. but makes sure you don’t over step it, can’t have his lover too hyper! he also tries to have you have a normal sleep schedule (if you want ofc) but if it doesn’t work than it’s perfectly fine,, you guys will find smth to help you out. ♡︎

•calls you snooze bug, literally he’s so corny at times but its cute . <3

•it’s just when it comes to you he’s so gentle wit you,, its very endearing to watch between you both.

•overall he loves you sm,, his sleepy little person. he’s patient with you all of the time, your sleepiness is part of the charm for him. wally wanted an excuse to carry you around anyway. ❤︎︎

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okay this was rlly fun to do!! im prolly gonna do all of ur guys’ requests based on finishing it earlier than others if thats fine,, (٥⁀▽⁀ )

i also wanna thank all of you guys for giving me a LOTTA notes and positive feedback!! im glad ur all enjoying reading these as much i love making these,, 🫶

literally all of ur guys’ requests are so damn cute , can’t wait to have em all finished and have you guys read them!! (eventually)

ミ★

[kanmom51]

Bringing back Only then

I've been missing Jikook so very much and watching song edits, cause why not, right?

And Only then, that is one that is on repeat for me.

JK's cover of this song is so damn good.

And I'm sitting there eating my breakfast (tmi of the day?) and watching the edit and reading the lyrics again and it just clicks in my brain.

Obviously those lyrics and JK's choice to cover the song and his unbelievably emotional singing that just draws you in is not something new. This song meant something to him, way back in 2018. Let's not forget that he released his cover for White day 2018, surprise surprise. Yeah, White day. We know what he was doing on White day 2023...

March 2018, following Jikook's Tokyo trip. March 2018, when members were rethinking if, what, where and how to continue as BTS, as artists.

This one wasn't written by him, but it sure meant A LOT to him!!!

Those lyrics.

They meant everything back then in 2018.

But now. In 2024. Looking back at the two of them, and even more so at the last 3 years, these words, they hit me like a freight train.

The lyrics.

Their past.

Their present.

Their future.

The way to love me isn’t hard Just hold me tight like you are now

We don’t know what will happen to us later But I like that nothing’s decided

Who cares what others say? We can’t live without each other, so what’s the problem? We can be more in love together

I can't...

These lines hit even harder now that we know what they went through in 2023 (well, part of what they went through, but we did see on live just how affected JK was), and to what lengths they went to not be separated during their military service.

But this isn't the end of it.

Because the next lines repeat that sentiment.

If you start to like someone else If I get used to not being with you When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up

And obviously, that ain't happening any time soon.

Nope, not happening...

Not at all.

Oh, and back to this again...

This song, it's lyrics, they just hit so hard.

The way to love you isn’t hard If I smile once more and care for you more

Clip credit to @ nuri  நூரி

The way we love isn’t hard If we look at each other like it’s the first time every time

Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold onto you When I get too tired that I can’t even walk When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up Only then we can break up

Now I am definitley ugly crying. Bawling my eyes out.

I miss them so much.

😭😭

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm, I somehow can imagine Macaque in JTTW Stone Egg au eventually asking the Pilgrims with help getting back in Wukong's good graces. Like, it would take a long tike since A) these are Wukong's friends first and foremost and they definitely started off rocky and B) Macaque od stubbornness his own way and would be too prideful to ask for help trying to rizz up his own mate! But I can also see Wukong being the sort of person to continue to push him away even after he's forgiven Macaque and is too scared to let him close despite clearly wanting to apend tolime with him. He is very much acting like a tsundere throughout and has long since gotten to the point where he should have been able to just give an inch but is too pigheaded to.

And by that point the pilgrim will definitely see this and start an intervention now that it's safe to do so. Ao Lie would join in mainly because he wants to make Wukogn happy since he still isn't the most thrilled about Macaque, Baije because he's tired of the flirting, Wujing because he genuinely wants to help, and Tripitaka kinda got dragged onto it

Immediate "Parent Trap" shenannigans ensue!

Mac goes to the Pilgrims for advice/help after a particualrly bad arguement with Wukong for help regarding how to make it up to him.

Ao Lie is a hopeless romantic, so he'd be the first to jump and help Mac with "re-wooing" Wukong despite his own protective "big-brother" vibe. He ultimately wants Wukong to be happy and reunited with his mate. However, Ao Lie has to be told *not* to take off with both monkeys on his back for a kidnapping/surprise horse-ride date.

Sha Wujing is far smoother, and is the one to organise a quiet area for the two monkeys to have a date/casual alone time together. He's pretty bad at being subtle about it though - he def makes an audible winking sound when he pretends to be busy with something to leave "you two crazy kids" alone.

Zhu Bajie ain't helping. Nope. Nada. Now eat this plate of noodles.

Bajie does give Mac a decent set of advice regarding how Wukong likely feels after all this time + solid understanding for why they broke up in the first place. He works best as a passive supporter.

It takes Tripitaka a while to agree to help Mac with anything deeper than making sure him and Wukong don't claw eachother apart like cats. He covers his ears and mantras the second Mac brings up the topic of romance.

Even with all this help, Mac is still super stubborn/nervous about showing his most vulnerable side again. Wukong is perplexed by his former mate's stumbling and stand-offishness.

A big confession/confrontation occurs during the Sai Tai Sui chapter - in which Wukong glamours himself into the stolen Queen that the monster lusts after.

Sai Tai Sui gets a but too handsy and Macaque drops any pretense of tsundere-ness and yells; "HEY! HANDS OFF MY MATE!" and mauls the Celestial Beast to the point that Guanyin has to intervene since the beast is technically her pet.

Wukong looks relieved, adoring, and... smug?

Macaque: "Peaches, why did you put yourself in danger like that?! The pig could have turned into the Queen!" Wukong, smug smile: "Juweihuli was right." Macaque: "Huh?" Wukong: "Your mentor was right. She said that you have a terrible jealous streak over me - even when we were apart. The second that monster even looked at me, I knew you wouldn't stand for it." Macaque: "...you went to the Vixen for advice? About me??" Wukong: "Of course! I still have a lot to learn about the Macaque of now compared to the one I knew 500 years ago. I want to get to know you all over again. Sorry if it was a little reckless." Macaque: *heart-eyes and purring sounds* (♡〰♡) (meanwhile...) The Buddha (observing for afar): "I declare this a win for me."

It's not a one-way wooing thats for sure.

[jeridandridge]

Enjoy the silence

reader and Melissa go to a Depeche Mode concert and feelings are shared.

I have song fic ideas for days. And others lol. Def not edited. I apologize for any mishaps.

When you walk into the teachers lounge on Friday morning you’re practically buzzing. Well, not as much as Janine but you don’t think that’s physically possible for you at this hour no matter what was going on.

“Dang, Y/N, you look hot!” Jacob whistles from the far table. You and Melissa were going to a concert that night and you decided to wear the tightest, blackest jeans you own since you both were going right from school to downtown.

You playfully roll your eyes and do a little twirl showing of your tight pants and loose, white button up for the day.

Barbara and Janine giggle, but the red head at the table looks at you in awe. You’d caught her many times before over the past two years looking at you that way, but you never said anything. There’s no way a woman like her could be romantically interested in someone like you.

“You okay there, Schemmenti?” You tease as you set your purse and mug down at the table you share with her and Barb.

“Yeah, I’m good, you look good, hon.” She snaps out of it. You chuckle and go on with the usual morning banter before the kids arrive, feeling warm and fuzzy whenever she calls you hon. She called you kid your first week at Abbott and after a simple ‘im thirty two thank you very much’ she switched it up.

“I wish I knew about the concert sooner, I would’ve tagged along!” Jacob chimes in. Gregory gives him a funny look.

“I don’t think they want a third wheel on their date, Jacob.”

Your head snaps over towards Gregory, but before you can say anything Melissa scoffs.

“It ain’t a date. She’s just the only cool one here that likes good music.”

That stung a little bit. You’d had feelings for Melissa practically ever since you transferred to Abbott, but recently it felt like Melissa was driving the point that she didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

Barb must see your face fall before you bring your coffee mug to your lips and stand up grabbing your bags.

“Well I gotta get ready for the rugrats. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” You give the table a tight smile and head to your classroom.

Once the other three clear out, Barb gives Melissa a sharp look causing the other woman to look up from her phone.

“Can you make it less obvious, Melissa?”

“What? I didn’t do anything.” She defends.

“Every time someone mentions you two as an item you get defensive and almost rude. That woman likes you and you like her. How long are you going to pretend it’s not there for everyone to see?”

Melissa huffs leaning back into her chair with a sigh. “Ya know I hate when you’re right.”

“I know you do. You two are going out for a fun time tonight, don’t ruin it by being foolish.” She says as she gets up and heads for the door. Melissa hangs back for a moment longer letting out a sigh.

She took to you right away when you started at the school. You were a young pup, but not young and naïve like Janine and Jacob. You had moxie and she respected you. That turned into movie nights, dinners, and drinks over the course of two years. Now, she found herself hopelessly in love but guarded still.

She takes Barb’s advice and knows what she’s going to do.

Later on in the day at the dismissal bell you found yourself heading to Melissa’s classroom now changed into a tight tshirt repping the band instead of your button up, luckily you had it with you because during your lunch period you spent the hour trying to get bright green paint out of the front of it.

You knock on the door frame like you usually do and stand ready with a smile.

“Let’s get outta here, Schemmenti, I have booze to drink and songs to scream.”

Melissa laughs grabbing her bag. “Am I gonna get to see drunk y/n tonight?”

“Nope. Happy buzzed, y/n? Yes.” You laugh as you two walk arm in arm out to her truck.

Downtown is busy for a Friday evening. People are going home from work, people are tailgating for a Phillies game, and others are getting ready for the concert.

“Babe, let’s go get some food first.” You suggest as you two walk from the parking structure to the bustling sidewalks. Melissa makes note of the nickname, a small smile on her lips as you make your way into a crowded bar.

“You’re taking charge today, huh?” She asks as you both weave through the crowd hand in hand.

“You knew a guy that got us the tickets, the least I can do is get the dinner and drinks.” You beam as you make it to the table tops. You’d brushed off her comment from earlier, happy to take what she could give no matter if it was just friendship or something more.

“Ya know, I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” She says leaning in so you can hear her over the noise.

You stand up a little straighter shaking your head giving her a soft smile. “I’m not worried about it, Mel.” You hum giving her a kiss on the cheek to make your point.

Throughout dinner and on your way to the arena, in your mind nothing is different but to Melissa she was about to take a big chance tonight and take Barbs advice. As you two made your way through the crowd, drinks in hand she keeps her arm around your waist as you make it up to a deck near the side of the stage- a spot people would kill for. Luckily Melissa only had to bake for a guys family party in return for the tickets.

You sip your drink and look around, chatting with the people around you as the opening band plays.

“How long have you two been together?” One of the other girls around you asks.

“This is our first official date.” Melissa yells over the noise. You look at her with a grin wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“It took me two years and a lot of bribery to make it happen.” You joke with the stranger.

Well into the concert you’re warm from the drinks and dancing you’d been doing, a sheen of sweat covering you. Melissa grins keeping her arm wrapped around you as you move to the familiar beat.

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Oh, my little girl

You two hadn’t talked, but you turn wrapping your arms around her shoulder as you two continue to bop around with the rest of the crowd.

“All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm”

You tip your head back singing along, Melissa stilling you with her hands on your hips. You let out a breathless laugh when she leans in slowly capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

With your fingers buried in soft curls you pull back with a grin pulling her closer to put her in front of you, finally getting the girl.

[eeclare]

Haikyuu Fic Masterlist Pt. 7

Part 6 here

Part 5 here

Part 4 here

Part 3 here

Part 2 here

Part 1 here

The ever long awaited (by no one) masterlist part 7. I seriously did not think that this would have so many parts. (ps: am high writing this high so forgive for type-os)

One of my fav ships for a little while was YakuLev and yet, I barely have any fic recs for them. They’re just not usually the main pairing in a fic so it’s hard to find decently written fics for them. BUT I still have a few recommendations for them so enjoy!

Haiba Lev x Yaku Morisuke

One Step Closer

Word count: 8,192

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Yaku is an omega who likes to nest, and Lev is an alpha with a really nice scent. Unfortunately.

STOP omg I’m so sorry but you have to admit A/B/O is literally such an interesting and fun trope to read it’s just so strange and yet, so popular

The Lion and the House Cat

Word count: 3,337

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: The lion on Yaku Morisuke's wrist definitely doesn't apply to a certain tall, obnoxious first year. Nope. Not at all. No, Kuroo, he does NOT have a crush!

This one is very sweet and a soulmate AU!

thank god for the day I hear your name

Word count: 2,175

Rating: N/A

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: You’re sure the worst part is that you can feel it as it happens; it starts with fond amusement and escalates to dreams you’d rather not talk about and you’ve stared at the summer night-sky and thought about Lev like you’ve thought about home. You wish the stars would fall right down and shoot you where he’s burrowed his heart against yours and Haiba Lev is a problem.

This one is written in a very very interesting way. Def not for everyone and usually not for me but something about this fic just made me feel things and objectively speaking, it is a well written fanfiction

What Not to Wear

Word count: 4,857

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed: chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Yaku helps Lev dress for success, with no idea of the consequences.

I love this one! They truly are just a cute couple

Flowers and Ink

Word count: 3,903

Rating: N/A

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Yaku went to the flower shop next door to get inspiration for a commission, not to get a huge crush on the awful florist that worked there.

Very nice Tattoo/flower shop AU

Light On the Water <3<3<3<3

Word count: 1,532

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/-

Summary: Nekoma at the lake, in the swing of summer. All things surface from here.

Probably the most romantic and beautifully written fanfictions I have ever written. I have never been more in love with a fic please just read it even if you don’t like this pairing. Nostalgic feeling Drabble piece

i put sugar on everything

Word count: 7,300

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Yaku won’t admit it, but he lives for the smell of coffee.

I meannnnn

Yaku and The Beanstalk

Word count: 4,155

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Yaku Morisuke is many things: a libero, a caretaker, a good student. He's also about to find Lev Haiba stuck in a vending machine. (In which Yaku accidentally recruits Lev to the volleyball team and can't get rid of him after.)

Probably the most iconic YakuLev fic? It’s the one of the only ones with lots of hits/kudos/bookmarks

Innocent Enthusiasm <3<3

Word count: 17,192

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 3/3

Summary: Yaku was perfectly happy with no-one knowing he was an omega. He was also perfectly happy not ever going through a heat thanks to suppressants. And then the wet dream happened. The wet dream that Lev also had. And so Yaku now has to deal with his confused feelings for his kouhai whilst Lev seems oblivious to how his innocent enthusiasm for everything sends Yaku insane...in a good way. It's amazing what can happen in the span of a few days.

Second fav fic for this pairing :D A/B/O but it’s rlly good

Touch <3

Word count: 10,513

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn't want to kick at all. (Or, well... not often.)

AWWWH CUTIES

five minutes <3

Word count: 16,341

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Lev thinks he's great at sex. Yaku begs to differ, but isn't unwilling to help him learn.

I love this one! (Non-fetishized) Trans Yaku and just a tone of eating out it’s fun

Those are my YakuLev fics! Next up, UshiTen! They are another one of my favourite rare pairs!

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Tendou Satori

Ushijima’s World Is Around 71.1 kgs

Word count: 1,071

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/-

Summary: The old crew from Shiratorizawa get together for a drinking party and everyone gets to see first hand just how strong Ushijima still is and how much he loves his boyfriend.

Short and sweet!

Queen of His People <3<3<3

Word count: 40,573

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 22/22

Summary: Six years before Kageyama and Hinata found each other, Tendou Satori found his place among his chosen people.

Second favourite UshiTen fic! This has no smit but it’s so worth it because it is completely plot based and the world building is fucking incredible. I mean it when I say this is my favourite author ever

And they are roommates

Word count: 1,793

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “Wakatoshi, are you ready...to move into the future?!” Tendou yelled, dramatically pointing at him. Ushijima smiled and walked over to Tendou. They had been dating for a few years, and after graduating high school, had decided to move in together. “Of course, Satori.” “Well, then I was thinking-“ “But we aren’t getting this bed.”

This one is a bit of crack bit of seriousness idk guys lol

In the Comfort of Your Bedsheets

Word count: 2,378

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary; There's a bird tattooed across his shoulders, and he knew from the moment he saw Wakatoshi, that they were meant to be.

AWH I love them

i ain’t got anything to be afraid of

Word count: 4,984

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed, chapters 1/1

Summary: 5 times Tendou attempts to scare Ushijima (and fails), and 1 time he doesn’t try (but succeeds).

This one is written well and really sweet!

while i nodded, nearly napping (suddenly there came a tapping) <3

Word count: 10,730

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Of course if there was one thing that could be counted on, it was Ushijima’s blunt, total honesty. “Do you think Tendou is attracted to me?” Reon froze. “T-Tendou?” “Yes.” Tendou was notoriously hard to read, but Reon kind of figured that he wasn’t the type to be anything less than painfully overt with romantic affections. “I... I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I think if Tendou was attracted to you, he would let you know,” Reon said. “I'd guess he just considers you his best friend.” He hoped his answer would satisfy whatever frenzy the guy had worked himself into so Reon could finally take advantage of his last precious hours of sleep. But instead, Ushijima visibly deflated in front of him. “Yes. That’s what I thought too,” he said miserably. Oh, Reon realized. Oh no...

I love this fic! It’s so funny and I love the team dynamics in this it makes me giggle

shuffle

Word count: 13,437

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “I, uh…” Tendou starts, smile going wobbly with uncertainty, “could you… pretend to date me?” Ushijima shockingly doesn’t fall backwards, nor does he immediately say ‘no’. Instead he continues staring at Tendou, fear now overcome by even more confusion.

This feels like a rom-com

miracle boy wakatoshi <3<3

Word count: 4,933

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: he thinks that he has never before wanted this much to be struck by lightning.

Ushijima character study that’s just so beautifully written and poetic, in a way

The Lifespan of Koala’s

Word count: 2,660

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Recently Satori has been feeling pestered by certain inconvenient emotions regarding their captain, and he’s been brainstorming ways to get rid of them. The easiest thing, he thinks, would be to just date him.

This one’s fun!

in the garden i get lost (that is unless I’m getting found) <3

Word count: 2,889

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Tendou Satori’s cause of death: Ushijima Wakatoshi in the garden with his shirt off.

It really feels like Satori is actually a teenager in this one it’s refreshing

Midnight Snacks <3

Word count: 2,090

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: There's nothing like a late night study session to make you a little peckish.

Lady Tendou is so hot I literally cannot fathom it holy fuck

Five Times Ushijima Wakatoshi Absolutely Lost His Shit <3

Word count: 8,241

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: And then that one time he didn't, when he really should have, because Tendou Satori absolutely was.

This fic is so funny! I just love these two together

Let Him Go <3<3<3

Word count: 27,013

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: The story in which Ushijima joins the Japanese International U-21 team and they have to deal with distance.

My fav fic for this pairing! They are just too cute lol objectively Queen of his People has writing that’s more appealing to me but I’ve read this fic so many times it’s just so amazing

That’s if for UshiTen they’re so sweet and such an underrated couple Ushijima needs more love guys

Takeda Ittetsu x Ukai Keishin

Smoothie-Senpai

Word count: 3,692

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “Please let me be the only one who gets to smell you.” The omega froze. He was pretty sure Ukai wasn’t using any sort of pheromones on him, but even so his knees were about to give. That was a confession, wasn’t it?

This is an A/B/O fic but I actually really enjoyed this one!

along dream paths

Word count: 3,228

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Ukai makes the mistake of looking in Takeda's notebook after practice one day, expecting volleyball notes; what he finds is a love poem.

Really really sweet!

5th Time’s the Charm <3

Word count: 3,002

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Takeda had never been one to give up on things easily, never one to just give in when he’d had his heart set on something. And his heart was set on Ukai.

A/B/O porn with very little plot

Kuroo Tetsurou x Tsukishima Kei

of broken and beautiful souls

Word count: 2,982

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Like others too, Kenma wished that his soul is beautiful.

This one is quite sad lol and it’s Kenma-centric idk why I added this here tbh

Say You Like Me <3

Word count: 9,057

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed: chapters 3/3

Summary: It's been three months. And Tsukishima Kei is going to see Kuroo Tetsurou.

I think this one is my fav for these two lol

The Bite Mark

Word count: 520

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “Kuroo,” Kenma blinked at him, faint concern crinkling the corners of his eyes, “What is that?”

This one makes me chuckle lmfao

Only You

Word count: 2,203

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: But Kuroo should’ve known better. Because bonded or not, Tsukki had always been an immensely jealous person. Not that he was the kind to display it openly. But the moment they got behind closed doors, the alpha always let Kuroo know just how upset he was. And Kuroo would be lying if he said he hadn’t been hoping for this exact reaction.

Very rare omega Kuroo A/B/O

Not super huge into these two but I think my recs are pretty good

Kuroo Tetsurou x Sawamura Daichi

Rules are Made to be Broken

Word count: 1,631

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Kuroo has a strict no dating rule when it comes to his co-workers but maybe there's one exception when it comes to that rule.

This one’s fun lol

A Couple of Pervs

Word count: 9,276

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Kuroo and Daichi had only lived together a little while, but already the sexual tension was driving them crazy. All it takes is a combination of thin walls and a gift from Kuroo's grandpa to finally make that tension burst.

The writing is alright but it’s worth the read if ur looking for porn no plot

Print and Press (me between your thighs) <3

Word count: 5,834

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: the time Bokuto is the best/worst wingman ever and Kuroo understands how Blanche Devereaux felt when she wished for death.

One of my favs! Makes me feel things

The faster we’re falling <3

Word count: 3,422

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Sawamura Daichi is really hot. But also so much more. And it’s a huge fucking problem.

Another favourite! Just rlly good

Seen a Million Faces (but i’ve been waiting for you)

Word count: 33,322

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In all his time as a dance instructor, Kuroo has had his fair share of newcomers walk into his classes at Nekoma. But there were dance newbies, and then there was Sawamura Daichi.

Ugh I love this fic

Meet Your Match

Word count: 6,071

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Up until now, he’s managed to keep sex and volleyball separate. He’d learned early on, whether they be teammates or rivals, getting involved in any play outside the court with fellow volleyballers was ill-advised. Ok, there’d been Ushijima in university but who could blame him? And they’d remained friends after. Besides, he didn’t know Sawamura would be one of his players at the time and now that he is that’s that. At least, that's what he's telling himself.

Older DILF Kuroo and younger Daichi I love age gap ones as long as they’re legal

Salt and Lime

Word count: 3,151

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Along with Hanamaki's grin, Kuroo knew he made the unwise decision. "Hey, I know the perfect dare for Kuroo and Sawamura." Kuroo gulped and felt his body froze. "Let Kuroo drink body shot off of Sawamura’s." Kuroo felt like he was dying inside. "I'll prepare the shot," Kiyoko chimed in cooly, as she got up to take whatever she needed from the bar. And Kuroo knew that he was, so screwed.

This one’s a good read lol

Lifeguard Dude <3

Word count: 6,945

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: It's spring break. Everything is going great, until Daichi looks up and sees the hottest lifeguard he's ever seen in his life.

Oh my GOD

Sweetheart

Word count: 1,439

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions"

The sweetest lil A/B/O Drabble

I Wanna be Official

Word count: 4,269

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Tetsurou thought claiming to have a boyfriend would be the easiest way to reject someone's confession. He didn't expect it to backfire though, and ultimately have him falling for his roommate and dear friend Daichi.

Another Drabble that I find fun

go the distance <3

Word count: 5,411

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: daichi has a hard time dealing with the distance between them, and he ends up making the biggest mistake of his life because of it. but he's determined to make up for it, no matter what it takes.

Angst with a happy ending im literally obsessed

we move like the ocean

Word count: 17,722

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Transferring to the University of Tokyo had been in Daichi Sawamura's plans, meeting Kuroo Tetsurou had not.

This fic is literally like 50 shades of grey lol idk how else to describe ht

catch and release <3

Word count: 18,531

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "Sawamura-kun, don't tell me you're actually a virgin?" Daichi flushes a deep red and Kuroo's grin turns positively wicked.

I really love how this fic captures Daichi’s character!

ride

Word count: 28,065

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which there are cars, kissing, and cute dogs.

So cute!

I love these two! Probably even more than DaiSuga lol I’m sorry they’re just not my bread and butter like KuroDai is

Miya Atsumu x Sakusa Kiyoomi

Peace of Routine

Word count: 8,474

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: After Atsumu moved to Tokyo, Sakusa's daily routine never recovered. He no longer worked solo jobs, he doubled his spending on cleaning products, and he rarely slept alone. Sakusa would have hated those things, before he met Atsumu. Now he wouldn't want his routine any other way.

I think this is probably my fav for SakuAtsu

Read the Receipt

Word count: 6,689

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “I think we’re done here, thank you, Osamu. If we could just have the bill?” As though waiting for those words, Osamu removed a small square of paper from his pocket. And leaned over to slam the paper down on the table in front of Sakusa. “You’re paying tonight.” “What?”, Atsumu squawked, his eyebrows traveling further up his forehead. “Why?” “He knows why.”

Probably the ultimate proposal AU ngl

Call Me Maybe

Word count: 1,799

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “What caused your nosebleed?” Dr. Sakusa asks, typing something into a computer next to him. “M’ brother smacked me in the face with a Wii controller,” Atsumu tells him. “We were playing Just Dance 4,” he adds. Dr. Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “What song?” He asks, and suddenly Atsumu feels very awkward. “Call Me Maybe,” he mumbles.

This one’s funny!

In Full Bloom <3

Word count: 9,598

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Sakusa has fallen in and out of love more times than he can count on one hand, his heart's restless endeavours forever marked by the flowers that bloomed across his skin. Just as he wrestles his heart under control, Atsumu comes crashing in once more, awakening long-forgotten feelings and painting Sakusa's life in the warmest rays of sunlight. But as fate would have it, Sakusa cannot stop loving Atsumu when he needs to more than ever.

They just can’t stop loving each other

It’s not Complaining, it’s Questioning <3

Word count: 1,669

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Sakusa is annoyed that Atsumu picked Aran as a roommate and Ushijima and Komori have to deal with it.

Jealous Sakusa is so funny he’s such a whiny baby lmfao

Ode to the Night Sky

Word count: 2,403

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: The concept of a muse was so foreign and out of reach for Kiyoomi before he met Atsumu. He drew inspiration from the world around him, but having one thing, one person be the driving force behind his creativity had sounded laughable. It's in nights like these that he wonders how he could have ever been so naive to the strength a muse could have.

Body worship is just so good guys

Shades of Ink

Word count: 12,667

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 3/3

Summary: It’s fortunate that Miya Atsumu is such a good tattoo artist, because that appears to be his only redeeming quality. He’s too loud, too cocky, and so overtly flirtatious that Sakusa almost leaves the shop before he even steps inside. But he’s seen firsthand that Atsumu does good work, so he stays and suffers through it. The longer he's there, the more he thinks maybe Atsumu isn't all bad. When Atsumu asks for a tattoo from Sakusa’s shop in return, Sakusa knows he should turn Atsumu down. He doesn’t. What should have been a routine business transaction turns into something more hands-on than either of them expected.

Love tattoo AUs lol

Goodnight Kiss

Word count: 4,731

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Sakusa’s fingers curled at Atsumu’s jaw, hovering, before falling away. “We can’t be friends with benefits, considering we’re not friends.” Atsumu smiled, because Sakusa’s voice wasn’t completely flat. There was a familiar twist to it, sharp but not wounding. “Wanna be friends, then?” “No.” Atsumu glanced down at Sakusa’s hand. “Wanna be somethin’ else instead?” Sakusa didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, either. He glanced away and then back. “I don’t know.”

This is a really good one! Well written and a little angsty

ink blossoms

Word count: 8,168

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Opening a flower shop wasn’t the first idea Atsumu had for his future but in retrospect he wouldn’t trade it for anything. There was a certain joy in arrangements and learning the language of flowers so each bouquet meant something perfect. His little flower shop was a humble but bright place among the cobblestone plaza and people came and went with flowers for their loved ones. The business was good, the customers were kind, and the company he kept was amazing. It was perfect. At least until the tattoo parlor across the plaza finally opened.

Flower shop/tattoo artist AU lol

Notice <3

Word count: 7,034

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Embarrassingly, Miya Atsumu is the third person to notice his crush on Sakusa. And it's his crush in the first place.

This one is really funny and def one of my favs for this rare pair! Just such a good lil Drabble

School Bus Yellow

Word count: 4,904

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs. Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.

This is the first SakAtsu I’ve ever read and it’s a little angsty with a lot of happy ending lol

Goshiki Tsutomu x Kawanishi Taichi

Knight and Bishop <3<3

Word count: 52,722

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 35/35

Summary: Three years before Tendou Satori comes to Shiratorizawa, Shirabu and Semi learn to live with each other, and to love.

I’m literally obsessed with this author’s royalty AUs omfg this series is literally incredible

Say Yes

Word count: 3,087

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Goshiki and Kawanishi both want to propose to one another and seek advice from Tendou.

If you’re just looking into some new pairings to read and you come across these two, this fic is part one of a series for them :)

Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurou

Victors <3

Word count: 5,255

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Kuroo and Bokuto were longtime rivals in the ring, but grew into something else behind the scenes. They've climbed to the top of the MMA hierarchy, and find themselves competing against one another for the championship title. It's a hard fight that leaves them bruised and bloody, but that's nothing new. Neither is the way they take care of each other afterward, in more ways than one.

Love MMA fighter AUs and this one is just wow

amarillion <3

Word count: 12,096

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: the story of how Koutarou falls for his best friend.

I fucking adore this fic. Bokuto and Akaashi’s friendship in this is everything they’re so supportive of each other and I just love the lil character study in this

Behind the Scene

Word count: 21,768

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 5/5

Summary: Kuroo is a typical college student. He goes to class, struggles through homework, and goes to the occasional party with his friends. The only atypical thing about him is his choice of part-time job. Kuroo isn't ashamed of doing cam work. He's certainly making more money than his friends who spend hours at a time working in restaurants or coffee shops. He enjoys the work, he makes his own schedule, and the other cam boys in his network aren't bad to look at, either. He's fond of one in particular, the ever-popular NightOwl. As it turns out, NightOwl is a fan of Kuroo's, too.

YAS camboy AU that has my heart I love

I know they’re best friends but that’s what makes their chemistry so awesome even tho I think irl they wouldn’t make a good couple lol

Daishou Suguru x Kozume Kenma

Reliable

Word count: 1,003

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Kuroo makes the mistake of leaving Kenma alone in a club. Frustrated at his best friend, Kenma leaves with a handsome rival who shows him a good night and then takes him home like a gentleman. Kuroo is not pleased.

This pairing is interesting to say the least. I enjoyed this fic tho ngl

Kageyama Tobio x Oikawa Tooru

Not Enough

Word count: 7,640

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 2/2

Summary: Kageyama and Oikawa realized they were soulmates in Junior High. Too bad Oikawa wants nothing to do with Kageyama.

This is the only fic for these two that I have because they are really not my favourite at all

Bokuto Koutarou x Kozume Kenma

I’m Which Bokuto Is Sorely Mistaken

Word count: 566

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 2/2

Summary: Sure, Bokuto knew how good Kenma was at video games. Of course he did, he was best friends with his best friend, he’d heard all the stories of Kenma destroying Kuroo five times a day when they were growing up. But, let’s be honest, that didn’t mean much, considering Bokuto also destroyed Kuroo every time they tried to have a “friendly contest”.

This one is just so weirdly good I never would have considered Bokuto and Kenma being together omfg

Oikawa Tooru x Ushijima Wakatoshi

Old Grudges <3

Word count: 6,475

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa never liked Ushijima. At least, until he accidentally started sleeping with him. Oikawa convinces himself that the sex isn't a problem. It's just a night here and there with no strings attached. They don't even have to like each other. But the more time they spend together, the more Oikawa realizes it's impossible to hate someone like Ushijima.

Another pairing I’m not huge on because I don’t think Oikawa is the kind of person to get over grudges but I fucking LOVE how they’re portrayed together in this fic it’s fucking beautiful

Iwaizumi Hajime x Semi Eita

Blacktop Rivalries <3<3

Word count: 31,006

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 6/6

Summary: When Oikawa first put together the motorcycle gang, Iwaizumi thought it was stupid. Now, several years later, the best days of his life are when he's on the road, lost in the rush of the wind and the thrill of the ride. It's by chance that he meets a fellow biker on a solo ride, and the two of them get along a little too well. Everything is great until Iwaizumi discovers Semi Eita is a member of Shiratorizawa, a rival biker gang that he has been conditioned to despise. They agree it's in their best interest to stop seeing each other before anyone discovers the affair. As it turns out, that's easier said than done

Another pairing where I say, how the FUCK did someone come up with this? And yet. AND YET it works. Like so well

Afterparty <3<3

Word count: 4,961

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Semi hadn't planned to be here, on his knees in the low light of his apartment, with his mouth full of a stranger's cock. He hadn't planned it, but things had escalated, and it was all Semi's fault. He blamed the show. The atmosphere had been electric, addictive. The crowd was loud, his band's performance had been flawless, and Semi had sang better than he'd ever sang before. It had left him with a particular sort of high. He was flying, and when he left the stage, he'd flown right into Iwaizumi Hajime. "Remember what I said to you at the venue?" asked Semi, his voice low, raspy. "I said I want you to hold me down and fuck me until I beg you to stop."

Seriously just incredible chemistry all around like hello???

Okay okay okay this is the LAST fic on my master list! We are really finished. For now, at least. I’m not a huge fanfiction reader anymore but on the occasions I find a new one I like I will add it here! I really hope that I’ve been able to help at least one person broaden their haikyuu horizons then this will all be worth it :)

[echoeternally]

echo echo echo!

i know you def ship bowsario and you have turned me into a very hard shipper of that, but who do you think luigi would end up with if not daisy?

Ohohoho! Proud that I helped bring you aboard the Bowsario ship!

Hmm. With Luigi, his relationships have a good variety. This is probably gonna be a long post...

Daisy is the best of the ladies, but I like either Waluigi or King Boo for the men...or, uh, ghosts? Waluigi is fun because they'd both have mutual pity parties they could help one another with. Waluigi overall has a lot of probably sad and underrated potential, in and out of story context. (Never gonna star in a main game, smh...)

King Boo is like Bowser being obsessed with Mario, just with Luigi, which is all the more entertaining since most villains go ham for Mario, while King Boo would sit there like, "No! Luigi is WAY more appealing...I MEAN A THREAT, I MUST DESTROY HIM!" Not that I've considered that or anything...

For other ladies, I've considered Peach and Rosalina in the past. Though they have more limited chemistry with him than Mario, it's still there. Peach and Daisy feel like they could be paired with the opposite brothers, and I've wondered if they were mismatched in the past. Daisy is bolder and might pair well with Mario's adventurous side, while Peach is softer and sweeter like Luigi. Then again, maybe they balance out one another respectively, hence why Mario/Peach and Luigi/Daisy make more universal sense.

Rosalina, meanwhile, kind of feels like she could be ok with Luigi, but I feel like that's mostly brought about by the one-off treatment they gave her regarding him in Mario Galaxy. After that, it's not really noteworthy between the two. But, they have personalities that mesh together regardless.

Then there are characters from the other games with I guess dubious states of canon. Like, I'd personally love Luigi with Prince Peasley, but he only appears in the story of Superstar Saga and relations. But gooooood, Peasley would be such a fun alternate character to work with, and I'd love to see other royals past Bowser and Peach for mainline, or even past Daisy for spin-offs. (Even if he wasn't a romantic interest for Luigi, he would still be so much fun and so very flamboyant, so that would be a treasure!)

I also would've like to mention Princess Eclair, but like, she went off with the Chestnut King in those stories from Paper Mario, so...nope!

Finally, because of my fanfic, I developed a personal investment in Yoshi as a potential partner for Luigi, which...I admit, has very little support overall. Still, the idea of them seems cute to me! Yoshi tends to be treated as a pet to Mario or Luigi, but I don't think that's the correct way to characterize him, canon or fanon? So, putting him on equal footing as them and then boosting their friendship could be good and from that, well, the potential is there. (Says the leading Bowser/Mario shipper, I know, I know...)

But anyhow, those are my usual suspects to Luigi shipping. It's been like a decade of dealing with it, but I still don't fully get the dynamic of Bowser/Luigi. Lots of people like it because they fit gay male archetypes fairly well, and Luigi fits for those that like him as a substitute for Peach as well. But, I've never considered them over Mario with Bowser instead, and the drama that comes from those two feels more powerful to me.

Others aren't really on the map.

Pauline is worth a mention, maybe, but I don't think they focus on her having a love interest past her history with Mario, which, GOOD. She stands on her own and I'm proud that she came roaring out of the past and forward to the present! (Dream come true for me...now I just need Wart to do the same and I'll feel accomplished somehow!)

E Gadd would probably gross most people out, but that buzzed through my head briefly, so there's a mention. Otherwise, I don't think there's anything much to go for that.

Toad...eh, most people don't even realize he's an adult. Hopefully the movie helped with that? But, I haven't put much stock into that for potential. Limited, but I think doable in a similar vein to Yoshi? Toadette would likely end up in the same place, naturally.

Wario and Donkey Kong don't really interact with Luigi in any special manner like they do for Mario, so I wouldn't really consider either of those. (Though I feel like either would hit the same archetype fulfillment that Bowser does too, so that's at least worth mentioning.)

Hopefully I'm not missing any major names, lol. But yeah, that seems about a longer analysis of Luigi options than I think you were asking for, haha!

Personally, I think that the best options (aka my preferred options) are the earlier mentioned ones, so like, past Daisy: Waluigi, King Boo, or even Peach. Peasley if I can count him on their level.

Whereas the greater conflict and overall drama that surrounds Mario and Bowser for their relationship is what makes their potential dynamic exciting and engaging, Luigi's relationships prime a more introspective look to himself and his partner.

The core is Luigi managing his potential insecurities, and pairing him with someone that likely also has such similar issues, as well as one that would recognize him past everything. Considering the villains getting overshadowed by others (Waluigi gets it from Wario and Bowser, King Boo has the same but mostly from Bowser), they make a lot of sense. After all, they see something in Luigi that no one else will, so, who better than either of them?

Peach herself is nice due to wanting more autonomy from Bowser and Mario, because it feels like her life is too entwined with them. Luigi allows an escape and a chance to help someone who could really use her too, and given that she's a healer type of character, that has a real underrated potential. Peasley could adopt mindsets from both of those, seeing something that no one else does, and could find a welcome respite from his usual lifestyle with someone that he can really retreat away with.

So, yeah! Luigi shipping!

[anemoelliacia]

SOBS HI I’ve got major brain rot for neuvillette and wrio so, I’m going to throw some ideas at you and hopefully one of them rattles around in your brain real good. Uhhhh spoilers for neuvies voice lines + wrios leaked lines also I haven’t actually played the Fontaine archon quests to bear with me if these are horrendously ooc lmao

Neuvilette:

The man is just a tad overprotective. Something something dragons collect pretty things ykwim?

He still lets reader have their freedom like- he doesn’t really act on his possessiveness he’s just anxious about his partner when they’re not nearby.

He is canonically really lonely according to his lines, so I think he’d be suuuper clingy when he and reader are at home, poor man has potentially several centuries of being touch starved.

Wrio:

The FLIRTIEST MF

He’s not even super charming he’s just aware that he’s hot enough for his mediocre lines to work.

He watches reader help the melusines put stickers on all his stuff and is just like “oh, oh I want to marry them oh god.”

Tbh? isn’t used to people actually liking him romantically so he has a Moment when he fully puts it together that reader likes him too.

yes yes the brain rot for these to is getting so bad

neuvillette i think is actually so sweet okay? i thought he was gonna be all cold or whatever. nope, just a good sweet guy. he is def touch starved because he doesn't let people get close to him or get to know him!!

as for wrio? here's what i think. he is tough af but i think he's definitely a goofball imo. the type of person who is hot and charming, but goofy. like he's loves to make you laugh, your laugh is his fav sound.

[empress-of-snark]

Hey I love your fic!! I know you were thinking about including TOW the Flashback where everyone almost hooks up with someone else; if you are writing that (and don’t mind spoiling) who do you think would try to hook up? It was easy in Friends because there were 3 straight men & 3 straight women, I’m curious how would it work with Robin and Eddie in the mix.

(Ignore me this is just me brainstorming) I can def see Steve and Nancy perfectly matching the Joey and Monica story bc that just really feels like a Steve move, but idk abt the rest of them. I guess if you avoid Eddie/Chrissy it would either be Chrissy/Jonathan & Eddie/Robin or Chrissy/Robin & Jonathan/Eddie. I feel like either Eddie/Robin or Chrissy/Robin could go with the Rachel/Chandler story. I could see Robin trying to make a move on Chrissy (maybe she overhears her talking to her friends about how she regrets not experimenting in college at all bc she kinda went straight from Patrick to Jason) and I could also see Eddie trying with Robin before he knows she’s gay. I could maybe see Jonathan/Chrissy having a moment similar to Ross/Phoebe one, like maybe back in college they bumped into each other while Chrissy was upset about Patrick and Jonathan was upset about Nancy and something almost happened. I agree w you abt Jonathan/Eddie having potential: maybe when they first met Eddie thought Jon liking Bowie was a signal that’s he’s gay/bi. Or I could see a younger Jonathan potentially being interested in experimenting w Eddie when they’re high esp if he’s sad abt Nancy. Anyway this is just me rambling, I’m sure whatever you write will be amazing and be the most true to the characters. Have a great day!!

Thank you so much!!

I actually have SO MANY thoughts about the potential of this episode—you’re so right that Robin’s sexuality definitely throws a wrench into the plans (I say with love). It’s what’s kept me from being able to come up with a concrete outline.

That being said…

Totally agree that Steve/Nancy is a given (although I’ve talked plenty about the potential of Eddie/Nancy). They already have a romantic history in canon, so it makes sense. I can definitely see them having a brief infatuation when Steve first moves across the hall before realizing very quickly that they don’t make sense together.

(For context, I don’t completely hate Stancy, but I don’t like the idea of them being endgame. He wants a big family and she doesn’t—neither of them should have to compromise on that)

I absolutely adore the idea of Jonathan and Chrissy maybe finding comfort in each other when dealing with their respective romance woes. I have a soft spot for them—I think they’d actually make a really cute couple, being so similar. Chrissy kind of needs someone to look after her and Jonathan’s very good at looking after people (it’s rotten work/not to me, not if it’s you vibes honestly)

The comedic potential of Eddie hitting on Robin or Jonathan before finding out they’re not interested… amazing 😂

However, I am also into the idea of both Jonathan and Chrissy experimenting with their sexuality a bit. I can just picture Robin overhearing Chrissy’s comment and immediately tripping over herself like “hi yes, I’m Robin, I’m very gay and I’m more than happy to volunteer my services”

I also had an idea that Robin might be feeling low after getting rejected by a straight girl and thinking hell, maybe she should give men a try, after all. But after one extremely awkward, stiff kiss with Steve (think Chandler and Phoebe in ‘the one where everyone finds out’) she’s like “nope, still gay”

Ugh, there’s so many good possibilities! I wish I could write them all!

Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you have a lovely day as well!

[piperslovebot]

Ditch + Jalisha for the otp asks?

1. Who fell for the other one first? For Ditch, they both end up falling for each other the more they hung out. With Jalisha, def Alisha.

2. Was it love at first sight? Nope (for both)

3. Was it lust at first sight? Also nope (for both). They found each other hot but it was a gradual thing.

4. What do physical trait do they love the most about each other? Delilah loves Mitch’s eyes. And Mitch loves Delilah’s nose. Jared loves Alisha’s eyes and Alisha loves Jared’s smile.

5. What personality trait do they love the most about each other? Mitch loves how loyal Delilah is and Delilah love Mitch’s heart. Jared loves Alisha’s no nonsense attitude and Alisha loves Jared’s kindness.

6. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? Paint makes Mitch think of Delilah and the drums make Delilah think of Mitch. Video games makes Alisha think of Jared and the spa makes Jared think of Alisha.

7. What is something they'd want to change about the other if they could? Nothing.

8. Do they get along with each other's friends and family? Well, they’re all in the same friend group so… Jared’s buddies do like Alisha a lot tho.

9. Do their friends and family like their significant others)? Yea

10. Have they had romantic partners before? Yes

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not? Yes to to both

12. Do they have potential to be healthy if they're usually toxic? Already healthy.

13. Do they have potential to be toxic if they're usually healthy? If they continued to hide their feelings and have the whole miscommunication thing then yes.

14. What song fits them perfectly? Cruel Summer for Ditch and Heart Attack for Jalisha

15. Do they like the same music? Delilah and Mitch hav different tastes. Mitch likes death metal and Delilah is more of a pop girl. Jalisha has similar tastes in music.

16. Do they like the same food? Some, yes.

17. What do they have in common? Ditch are both schemers but loyal and loving at heart. Jalisha are both kind people who mind their business and are very independent.

18. What is their sex life like? Ditch still has a very active sex life even after they became an official couple but they stopped living in denial. Jalisha’s sex life is just like Zenmasters: active but they communicate and like hanging out more.

19. Would they ever lie to each other? Why or why not? Ditch I can see doing that, when it comes to surprising each other with stuff. Jalisha, the only things I can see them hiding is their feelings for one another.

20. Are they interested in marriage? Why or why not? They’re teenagers lol

21. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not? Same answer as #20

22. Do you have other ships that resemble your otp? Ditch has some similarities to Rogan and Jalisha is like Naxi.

23. Is there top/dom and bottom/sub energy? Delilah tries to be the dom but Mitch is just as dominant so…nope. Alisha is very much dominant but Jared is too sometimes.

24. Are there any kinks or fetishes they share or don't? Ditch has used a few toys before and Jalisha, nope.

25. Are they sentimental about gifts they've received from each other? Very much.

26. What holidays do they like? Ditch loves Thanksgiving and Christmas. Jalisha are Valentine’s Day babes.

27. How do they feel about Valentine's day? Delilah and Mitch don’t have anything against it but it’s not their fave. Valentine’s Day is Jalisha’s favorite holiday.

28. Are they jealous/possessive of each other? They all do get jealous seeing each other with other people but not possessive.

29. Do they like public display of affection? Even during their ‘friends with benefits’ phase, Delilah and Mitch would act like a couple. Jared would always have his arm around Alisha and she would snuggle with him.

30. Do they enjoy dancing? Delilah and Mitch like dancing to faster songs but not slow songs. Jared and Alisha also enjoy dancing.

31. What's a perfect date for them? Delilah and Mitch would go to the movies (their first date!) and Jared and Alisha would go on a dinner date.

32. How do they comfort each other? Mitch would hold Delilah in his arms and kiss her head. Delilah would do the same. Jared and Alisha would cuddle and embrace.

33. Who is the big spoon and why? Mitch and Jared are big spoons imo (I just get that vibe tbh)

34. What's their favorite nonsexual activity together? Mitch and Delilah love watching movies together and Jared and Alisha would cook together.

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? They call, FaceTime, text, and write.

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? Jared loves kissing Alisha’s nose and Alisha, Jared’s cheek. Mitch loves kissing Delilah on the head and Delilah loves kissing his cheeks and lips.

(Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident? Yes to both.

38. Have they ever hurt each other deliberately? Delilah and Mitch do try to make each jealous at one point.

39. Who gets hit on the most? All of them lol.

40. Who tries to distract the other when they're trying to do something else? Delilah and Alisha

41. Who is, overall, the smarter one? All of them.

42. Who is the sensible mature one? Delilah and Jared lol

43. Do they fight a lot? Not really (at least not screaming at each other)

44. How do they make up after a fight? Delilah and Mitch talk it out right before makeup sex and cuddles. Alisha and Jared would kiss and he’d spin her around right before heading to coffee together.

45. If one of them forgot to log out of their SoMe, what would their partner do? Delilah would just remind Mitch. Same with what Alisha would do for Jared. For the most part, they’d have no reason to logout.

46. How do they make each other laugh? Mitch would crack a few jokes and Delilah would tickle him. Jared and Alisha would make some light hearted jokes.

47. Are they extroverts/introverts? Jared is an introvert, Alisha is an extrovert, and same with Mitch and Delilah.

48. Who would bring home a homeless animal? Mitch and both Jared and Alisha

49. Do they match outfits for special occasions? Yes

50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation? They’d all protect each other

[ihopeyoulikejammin2]

A) What does the last text you sent say? And to whom?

I want to walk with you to get coffee

B) What does the last text you recieved say? And from whom?

a spam text

C) What time do you wake up most mornings?

Usually 6 or 7 but lately 2 in the afternoon

D) Are you afraid of walking alone at night?

Depends where i am, and what i'm wearing

E) What do you do to relax at the end of a stressful day?

eat food, watch a movie, listen to music, talk to friends and family

F) Where did your last kiss take place and with whom?

outside my house, and sean

G) Do/did you get into trouble a lot at school?

Just for talking or goofing off or attendance but not really

H) Do you enjoy your job? If unemployed, are you content being so?

I love working with kids, there so funny and cute

I) Do you often pick up on double entendres and innuendos?

I think so, i pick on too much usually

J) Have you ever been offered drugs but declined?

Yes

K) Have you ever met someone who has completely altered your way

of thinking?

Yeah,still trying to recover thankyou

L) Have you ever been offered drugs and accepted?

Yes

M) Tell us something weird that turns you on.

Just simple touch, If i feel safe or comfortable. or usually just myself hahah. V sexual over here

N) When did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you?

Probably a month or so

Was the feeling mutual?

No

O) What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately?

How I let the opinions of others dictate my whole day and how i need to live for ME

P) When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation?

Usually with family members

Q) Do you usually initiate hugs?

I think so, not sure

R) Are you a very affectionate person?

Very I think so, but there is def a limit and a cut off

S) Can you roll your own cigarettes?

Nope

T) What are you looking forward to?

Getting back to work, Boston Calling Festival, the rest of my life sober

U) Do you have any tattoos. Do you want any/more?

Yes like 9 and just to fix the ones i have and thats it no more ink for me

V) Are you mentally strong?

I believe so, but not when it matters

W) Are you physically strong?

sOMetimess

X) Do you think you’re a good person?

As good as good is

Y) Name one thing you wish you could change about your life right now?

my living situation , wish i could find a better home for us asap

Z) What do you usually eat for breakfast?

Oatmeal , or breakfast sandwhiches'/burritos are my favorite thing ever

[sevenciircles]

@diffxrentwxrlds asked: 💕 ~Chaz for M&M

this got long so it's under the cut ! This is all headcanon btw !

How did they meet?: Millie had just left Wrath, first time away from her family, and she went out to a proper club and there was Chaz! Sparks flew between them.

Who flirted with who first? Chaz.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? Infatuation/Horniness at first sight. Probably developed into something real later down the line.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? They were friends with benefits before they started properly dating.

What was their first date? Probably to a club or bar.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? Dance, Eat, Explore the Rings.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? Yes I imagine they did!

What is their love language? Physical Touch

Who kissed who first? Chaz kissed Millie

Who started the relationship? Millie

Monogamy or Polyamory? It was supposed to be monogamy

Are they/do they plan on getting married? Chaz didn't, Millie did.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? Nobody did

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? Nobody did.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? Nope.

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? Probably Millie cooking, Chaz setting up a romantic thing, and them dancing together. Or Chaz drawing Millie while she carves a mini figurine of him.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? Millie used to have Chaz lay in bed where she'd bring him anything he wanted. She'd also stroke his hair and sing to him. Chaz probably returned the favor, but a little less lovingly and more snuggly.

How do they like to spend time together? Fucking, talking, or going on adventures.

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? Hugs

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? Millie liked that Chaz was down for anything and seemed to have a great knowledge of all the cool things to in Hell. She also thought he gave great head. Millie also enjoyed how he seemed to really care about her. Chaz liked being dominated, Millie's sex drive, her looks, and the way she protected him from harm. He also liked how spirited she got.

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? Millie would just give him hugs and talk him through things. Chaz would offer to fuck, or if that didn't work, probably just sit with her.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? Chaz

What position do they sleep in? Millie big spooning Chaz.

Do they bathe/shower together? Yep.

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? Ohhhhhhh yeah.

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? Not as kinky as you might think, so just a lil spice.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms? Most of the time, Millie tops and Chaz bottoms.

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? Most of the time, Millie doms and Chaz subs.

What is their favourite sex position? Reverse Cowgirl

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? Chaz didn't, Millie did occasionally leave vibrators in him to edge him.

Favourite place to have sex? Bed

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? Uhhh they've def fucked in one of Chaz's enemies bases.

How often do they fight? What about? They didn't fight up until Chaz left her.

Have they ever broken up? Yes.

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? MESSY. AS. FUCK.

How did they meet? During a mob war.

Who flirted with who first? Chaz flirted with Moxxie.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? Love at first sight.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? They dated right away.

What was their first date? Dinner and then some 'dessert'.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights? Assemble weapons together, Moxxie would sing and play guitar for him, or they'd do some less risky business for Crim and then fuck behind enemy lines.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? Yes.

What is their love language? Physical Touch, Gift Giving.

Who kissed who first? Moxxie kissed Chaz first.

Who started the relationship? Chaz.

Monogamy or Polyamory? Monogamy.

Are they/do they plan on getting married? Moxxie did, Chaz almost planned getting married, but decided against it.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? Nobody did.

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? Nobody did.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? N/A

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? Lots of sex, lots of talks about the business world, lots of downtime to where they just enjoyed each others company. Duets were HUGE.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? Moxxie would be fretting non-stop. Over prepared, dramatic, and taking care of his every little need. Chaz would probably make some microwave soup, have Moxxie take medicine, and then call him when he needed him.

How do they like to spend time together? Duets, sex, and fighting side by side.

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? Musical Numbers

What are some of their favourite things about their partner? Chaz liked how caring and compassionate Moxxie could be, yet how he could also be so skilled on the battlefield. He liked how sweet Moxxie was, despite who he ran with. Moxxie liked the fact that Chaz didn't berate him or was negative. He was caring and attentive. Moxxie also liked how Chaz would indulge him in his non-mob related interests.

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? Moxxie would just whisper how much he cared about Chaz, and Chaz would offer to fuck but if that didn't work I can picture Chaz singing to Moxxie.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? Chaz.

What position do they sleep in? Chaz on his back, Moxxie half on top of him.

Do they bathe/shower together? Yepppppppp

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? You know it!!!

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? A lil spice, probably more kinky than Millie and Chaz.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms? Chaz tops, Moxxie bottoms.

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? Overall, Chaz is the most dominant and Mox is the submissive one.

What is their favourite sex position? Missionary.

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? Depends on the toy!

Favourite place to have sex? The bedroom.

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? Crim's room.

How often do they fight? What about? Yeah they fought, but they quickly resolved it.

Have they ever broken up? Yes.

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? Messy, not as messy as the Chaz and Millie breakup tho.

[sometimesanalice]

Joooooordannnnn!! 💖

I love it when you hit me with the lyrics! (and when you send me songs to add to my playlists!) I don't think I would have gotten this one over the finish line without youuu! (god knows it took days for the man's pants to come off and then another 84 years for him to get that bj, lololol)

I am so happy that it was worth the wait and that their journey was a satisfying one! Because you're right 🎶what a difference…a day makes🎶

more for youuuuu!

His uniform has been driving you wild all night. And for as good as he looks in it you want it off. You want him naked. - okay so the pants Are coming off?-- IT HAPPENED THEY DIDDDDDDD (it only took like 2 weeks!)

“You didn’t have me fooled for a second, I knew you weren’t a good girl.” The way he says it makes it sound like it’s the best compliment in the world. - because it absolutely fucking IS-- I'll have to send you the deep cuts, the bits that didn't make it into this fic. Because she's so tickled by this and how he likes her kind of forward brand of flirting because her ex was always trying to shape her into a version of her that dulled her shine. The type of man who liked to try and cage wonderfully wild things for the sake of making himself feel bigger and better. So the fact that Bradley is so enamored with her as she is, when she's just being herself, is such a nice surprise for her. HE LIKES THE BAD GIRLS THAT ARE WRAPPED UP LIKE THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. And she's his favorite kind of tease 🥰

You always did enjoy a theme. - don’t we all!! first the dress is amazing and so slinky and chic and then the UNDERWEAR??? she’s def on theme (why didn’t i have this experience at my bach?? i was on barbie night theme???)-- we love a lovey unrepentantly ostentatious type of girl, the one who LEANS in! of course the dental floss was going to match the look! (also I lit a candle for you and everything and I am EQUALL devastated we didn't manifest this journey for you, guess we'll have to try our luck at SDFW 💁🏼‍♀️)

“Don’t even think about it,” he states heatedly. Like he is personally victimized by even the idea of you putting a layer back on. - bold talk for someone whose pants are still on…-- he's so huffy about it and it's so funny. He's pissed they're so stringy and that he was so greedy to touch her that he didn't get to see them on, but then there's no way he's letting her put them back on, lolol

“You’re not playing fair,” you whine as he runs his teeth along the tendon of your neck, “I was going to suck your cock.” “It’s all yours, baby. You just need to come for me first. I’ll even let you wear my cap as a reward.” // “You’re going to give me a complex if you don’t let me give you a blow job.- i eat this shit up every time like the reader being absolutely DESPERATE to suck his cock??? whiny and begging and he’s like hmmmmm nope! or not yet!! fucking cruel man-- cocky(literally) cruel man! he knows he's going to make it worth the wait and make the reader work for it! He likes a tease because he is one too! She even told him her plans up front! But like "wreck my plans, that's my mannnn"

“We’re skipping over a few things, let me be a little romantic with you before we smudge that lipstick up.” You try to ignore the way your heart somersaults at his words and the affection in his eyes. - oh she Likes him 🤭 and he likes her 🤭-- he's so cute for this! like she likesss him and he def likesss her! The man is trying to show her the best time, and while he can bring it against the door he knows his top tier work is done on a bed.

Bradley’s thigh is taut and tense under your other hand with the strain of holding himself back. - THEYRE STRONG AND BROAD AND BIG AND PERFECT FOR RIDING-- OOF YEAAH THEY AREEEEE

You keen when your nipples catch against his nametag and the ribbons decorating his chest and you’re reminded that he’s not nearly naked enough for your liking. - this is still one of my fave visuals like the medals and ribbons and everything would be so rough and cold against your bare skin??? it’s such a good visual 😮‍💨 and also the fact that he’s still not naked like remind him!!! chop chop pilot boy (and then when they’re on the bed and he plays with one breast and laves his tongue on the other? 🫢)-- like it's so hotttttttttttt! He keeps distracting her and like whoops there goes another thing of yours, and she can't even get his pants off? Greedy boy.

And if you’re only going to have this one night with him, you already know what you want. You knew it from the second he kissed you back at the bar. - oh sweet girl (lower case) 🥺🥺 you guys wouldn’t be this chatty or having this much fun if it was just one night-- like they're having so much fun with each other? that worked up and they're still enjoying teasing each other and dragging it out? like the want is there but not rushing it (until the need gets the best of them and then 💁🏼‍♀️) it's no wonder why the next day she's like "what-ifffffff we hung out all day?". Only one night. Only one day.... that goal post keeps getting moved.

“There we go. Nice and easy,” Rooster murmurs, watching the way his cock disappears into you, “Felt how tight you were around my fingers. I know ‘m big. You’re doing so good for me.” - jesusfuckingchrist (i want it i need it)-make a quinn account (LCCOWEYES) pls and thkx

Somehow through the haze you realize that you’re not just smiling, you’re beaming. - STOP THIS IS SO CUTE!!! like “there! i did it, i made him like this!”-- she's so pleased with herself, she wanted to drive him as wild as he made her, but then also like miss ma'am is having a gooooood time! she's thriving, lol

You know you should take over, it’s too intimate of a gesture. You should, you should, you should. But you don’t. You let him clean you up while you will your heart to stop fluttering behind your ribs. You’re pliant and boneless as he climbs back into your bed and pulls you against his chest. Your body shouldn’t fit so perfectly against his. It shouldn’t, it shouldn’t, it shouldn’t. But it does. - YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD YOU SHOULD IT SHOULDN’T IT SHOULDN’T IT SHOULDN’T?!!? i’m losing it! i love how she already knows this isn’t just one night or that she doesn’t want it to be just one night? and he seems to feel the same like they’re snuggling under the duvet?? he’s warm and soft and big and reassuring and she’s BONELESS-- this and the washcloth bit nearly ENDED ME. like everything about that evening was not in her cards when she got ready for that bachelorette party. I loved how his instinct was just to take care of her a little bit after, like he just DOES IT. Meanwhile she's just melted butter trying to not fall in love with the big broad man with gentle hands.

“I wanted to sneak in a quick shower just in case. You seem like the type of girl who would know about her Third Amendment rights.” - he’s such a fucking nerd but he’s so funny-- he's like i hope i fucked her good enough to not get kicked out before I rise the conditioner out, lolol. I just love how they tease each other?? they're just so cute.

It only took you a few passes of his tongue to realize what he was spelling against your clit before he had you coming on his mouth. L-I-E-U-T-E-N-A-N-T-C-O-M-M-A-N-D-E-R - all 19 letters 🫡 doesn’t seem like a good incentive to get it right if that’s how she corrects you 🤭-- lol the man isn't a big picture thinker... or is he 😏

Swathed up in your silky robe, you sift through your closet looking for something to wear when your eyes catch on a different pink dress. There are other comfier, easier things you could wearbut it’s the tie on the mostly open back that seals the deal for you. - wait stop!!! this is what she wears to pick him up!!!-- IT ISSSSSSS! she's a sentimental outfit repeater, also he was a fan of it the first time she figured he'd be ok seeing it again!

“So much for free Fleet Week drinks,” you tut, taking a sip of your drink. “But I did get laid today, so I’ll call it a win,” he winks. - i love love love that he practically cleared out the concession stand and how easy they are with each other? like the bump on the hip, guiding each other out of the way? all that stuff is so cute-- he keeps trying to woo her and she's like nah sir let me show you how its done. But he still sneaks his moments it, he's trying to get those digits!

If this is it, if this is all you’re ever going to get with him, this is how you want him to remember you. Standing in a nice dress and staring at the sunset. “Say you’ll see me again.” - oh wow. ughhhh the lyrics!!! my eyes are prickling with tears. also i wanna know what she was gonna say when he cuts her off and explains the paperwork?-- it's just so cinematic! like her hair in the breeze! the pretty dress! the golden hour of it all! the man with the moony cow eyes! She wasa definitely going to say "I don't know", lol. Like she is so overwhelmed by how much she likes him? It's been less than 24 hours and she doesn't want like the perfect day they spent together to get tarnished by reality. Like he is TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE and would rather have the memory as it is in that moment vs ruin it with reality. (but of course after 2 months of thinking about him miss ma'am changes her tuneeee)

“This has all the information you need to get on base if you wanted to meet me there in two months when I get back. They give it to all of us when we get our deployment papers mailed to us, I’ve just never had a reason to fill one out for anyone before.” - okay the tears are lining my eyes now, this is so sweet but so sad?? he’s never given this to anyone else before??? and he’s giving it to her because he knows that there’s something here already!!! and by doing this he also gives her all the power, not even for just the day he gets back, but also to find him - period. he doesn’t have her full name, he knows where she lives sure, but he’s def not gonna use that information if he doesn’t see her at the airfield when he gets back?-- it's that same uncertainty like when he asks if she wants him to stay the night! He's already VERY into her, he's the one that brings up his deployment right away and is talking about bad timing because I think when Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to woo a girl, he WOOS HARD. He's getting the flowers, he's asking the questions and listening, he's being cheeky but also a gentleman he lets them set the pace but makes sure they know he is INTERESTED. Babe doesn't even get her phone number! Exactly he KNOWS where she lives, but he'd never take advantage of that, like the ball is in HER court and he's going to respect whatever her answer is.

“Say you’ll see me again,” he repeats, quieter this time, “Even if it’s just pretend.”You hear what he is really saying: lie to me, please. - and i’m blinking the tears away. fuck. i can just picture those big brown cow eyes! and he doesn’t even know her full name?!! they don’t even have each other’s numbers!!!-- he wants that crumb of hope! LCDRCOWEYES!! He wants to cling to that perfect moment too, just a little longer!

And let yourself imagine what it might have felt like if he’d have been there too. - oh 🥺 and then she’s embarrassed for thinking that 🥺-- we know how much she waffles. Like the WANTS to be there, but that logical side of the brain is what holds her back from leaning all in. But I think at the wedding she's tipsy enough to indulge in it, but then feels dumb because what man is going to be hung up on someone he only knew for a day?! I bet her hanxiety the next day was a bitch, lol. that was a "i'm not going day" for sure. I had this whole logical conundrum because in my original draft her BFF was there with Jake as her date, and she was watching them from the side of the dance floor when she has that moment of imagining Bradley there too. (jake was going to be the one to bring bradley's things and then beg her for her BFF's number which she relents and he immediately pulls out his phone) But I changed it because really wanted those stakes at the end to feel heightened? like a real now or never moment because the other way she still could have gotten Bradley's info from her BFF like them running into each other would be inevitable in that scenario. So I pivoted to neither of them getting their future boyfriend's phone numbers that night, haha!

You hope you’re not making an idiot of yourself. You hope that he hasn’t forgotten you. You hope he remembers why he wanted you here in the first place. You hope he still wants you. - alexa…you know this is my weakness. and you do it so well!!-- I'm always worried my readers come off as too insecure?? but I think that anyone in this situation would feel like this! It's such an emotional gamble! It's putting yourself out there in such a big way and opening yourself up for a big rejection! And I think with her in particular, she's had enough time to imagine every scenario, but would rather follow her heart and her gut than to wonder.

He’s still handsome as hell. - i see you!! (agree tho he def looks a little extra pretty with red cheeks)-- we had to circle back to it one more timeeee! messy hair! red cheeks! chapped lips! but his eyes are crinkled around the corners because he's HAPPY

And then he’s kissing you in a way that you’re pretty sure is going to screw you up forever. - oh i giggled!!! this is darling!!! ugh im jealous and wanna live in this!!-- and I'm SWOONINGGGGG OVER IT!! to be kissed by bradley bradshaw in a a way that's going to screw you up forever is the DREAM.

thank you for your support and cheerleading and celebrating when his pants finally came off!

Wildest Dream (Part 2)

Summary: It’s been two months since Bradley showed you whether he was more of an officer or a gentleman that night in your bedroom. But now he’s back and you’re ready to find out if he was worth the wait.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, and Bradley in Summer Whites (minors dni)

(Author’s note: this was written as part of @laracrofted’s 1989(TV) Challenge!)

You don’t remember finding your keys in your clutch.

Or the elevator ride up to your floor.

Or the winding hallway to reach your apartment.

What you do remember is the way his fingers toyed with the flimsy strings of the bows tied at the nape of your neck as you searched for your keys. You remember the heat in his eyes and the way they trailed over every inch of you as the too small lift climbed to your floor. You remember his lips on your neck and the way the embossed wallpaper that lined your hallway felt against your back.

And you already know you’ll never forget what it feels like to be pressed up against your door by Bradley Bradshaw and the way your world explodes into technicolor at the easy slide of his tongue against yours.

His hands can’t seem to stay in one place very long, like he wants to commit the shape of you to memory. You grip his shirt tightly as you try to pull his body even closer to yours. He moans his approval when you rock against his thigh, the thick fabric dragging against the soft skin between your legs.

His uniform has been driving you wild all night. And for as good as he looks in it you want it off. You want him naked. You want to know if he got his callsign for the reason you think he did.

Your hands trail down his chest, down his abs on a mission. You can feel the way he tenses under your palms as they move lower, lower. There’s no hesitation in the way you grasp and stroke him with one hand as you work to unbuckle his polished belt with the other.

Rooster groans into your mouth, the brim of his hat just grazing your temple, “You didn’t have me fooled for a second, I knew you weren’t a good girl.”

The way he says it makes it sound like it’s the best compliment in the world.

You feel his smile against your lips before he moves to take advantage of your amused laugh by dipping down and licking a line up your neck in a what that had your knees threatening to give out in your tall, sparkly heels.

Rooster’s hand slips under the short hem of your shiny dress. His mouth finds a spot underneath your ear that has you gasping as his thumbs slide under the waistband of your panties. He pulls away only to work them down your legs and watch as they puddle at your feet-

“What the fuck are those?” 

“U-underwear?” The word comes out a stutter the moment Bradley starts moving his big hand slowly, purposely up, up, up the inside of your thigh. 

The high-cut thong was something you’d purchased on a whim. The floral embroidery on the barely-there sheer mesh contrasted with the thin silky straps of the bright pink panties that had caught your eye right before you’d gone to check out with the set you’d bought as a gift for your friend’s Bachelorette party. 

You always did enjoy a theme. 

You’d barely felt them all night. That is, until you’d gotten in the cab with him, and then you were almost hyperaware of them and how wet they were getting. But pooled on the floor of your entryway, they look almost indecent.

“That’s some damn dental floss and you know it,” he rasps as his fingers find your clit. You suck in a sharp breath at the contact. His hot mouth returns back to that spot under your ear, “Now I’m mad at myself for not getting to see them on you.”

Your body erupts in goosebumps at the way the coarse hairs of his mustache feel against your skin. You’re so wet that his fingers have no problem sliding and circling and gliding over that sensitive part of you.

“You want me to put them back on for you?” you offer breathily, hips tilting forward trying to seek more of his touch.

“Don’t even think about it,” he states heatedly. Like he is personally victimized by even the idea of you putting a layer back on.

And then he sinks two thick fingers into you.

“Bradley,” you gasp, your hands flying up to clutch his biceps.

“Mhmm?”

“I-” Your words are lost to a keen when he flicks a thumbnail over your clit. It’s a little mean, but it has your toes curling and tensing in the most delicious way.  

His firm thigh keeps you pinned open as he works you. His lips and tongue mapping out the areas that make you squirm and pant. Your whole body seizes when he teases you with the possibility of another one of his fingers.

“You what, pretty girl?” You can feel his smirk against your neck.

Oh, fuck him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You’d be more annoyed at him if he wasn’t so good at it.

“I-I,” you try again, “I had-oh god, that feels good. Your hands.”

“Hands of a pilot,” he says, satisfied and smug, “I’ll be sure to pass along your compliments to the Department of Defense.”

Rooster’s eyes are molten with pride as he takes you in, from your kiss swollen lips to where the tendons of his forearm are shifting and flexing beneath sunkissed skin half hidden under the hem of your skirt. 

He is frustratingly still so put together while you’re quaking against the door like a leaf in the breeze. You want to make him just as needy for your touch as you are for his, you can feel how hard he is pressed against you.

Your hand goes for his zipper, you’re only able to tug it down half way before Bradley catches you by the wrist and pins it above your head with a tsk.

“I had plans, Rooster,” you pant, finally are able to get out the words.  You’ve never had a man make you feel this good this quickly, he’s picked up on every cue your body has given him. He’s got you teetering along that edge, but he’s still toying with you rather than sending you over it.

“And what were those again?” he hums teasingly, his thumb making infuriatingly featherlight circles against you, “Remind me what was on your agenda.”

Bradley doesn’t give you the chance to reply because he’s hooking his fingertips against you and dragging them against that spot inside of you that causes your head to fall back against your door with a gasp. He shows you just how well practiced in giving pleasure he is as he does it again and again and again.

You try to arch into his touch but his strong body pressed against you so securely that you can’t do anything more than take what he gives you. The short hem of your skirt is riding dangerously high, gathered and bunched between the two of you.

“You’re not playing fair,” you whine as he runs his teeth along the tendon of your neck, “I was going to suck your cock.”

“It’s all yours, baby. You just need to come for me first. I’ll even let you wear my cap as a reward.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“Damn straight,” he says before licking deep into your waiting mouth, “Now show me you can be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

You don’t get a chance to reply because Bradley’s thumb changes up the patterns it’s making on your clit making you cry out. There’s nothing teasing about his touch, he’s playing your body to pull exactly what he wants from it. His movements are controlled and precise even as you writhe against his hand.

When you come it’s with his name in your mouth as your orgasm coasts over you in a whiskey wave. The heat and force of it radiating through your whole body from your fingertips to your toes. Bradley murmurs sweet words into your ear as shivers work their way down through your spine.

You’re still breathing hard when you flutter open your eyes just in time to see him pulling his shiny spit-slicked fingers from his mouth with a devastating smirk.

So pleased with himself, so damn handsome.

Not to be out done you kick away that hot pink thong and pull his face to yours seeking the taste of yourself from his mouth. He welcomes your tongue with a satisfied moan, his hungry hands running up your back to tug at one of the sets of ties on your dress.

“Nuh-uh,” you tut against his mouth as you push him up against your door, “It’s your turn, Lieutenant Commander Bradley Rooster Bradshaw.”

You’ve only managed to undo two of the little white buttons on his uniform, and while you’re dying to see more of his skin, the hard length of him against your stomach has your full attention.

Your knees only just skim the floor before he’s hauling you back up.

“Wait, wait. C’mere, baby,” Bradley says, his hands on your elbows, “Show me your bedroom and then I’ll let you have my cock.”

“‘Come on my fingers’, ‘show me your bedroom’,” you parrot back to him, stroking him through his pants, “You’re going to give me a complex if you don’t let me give you a blow job. I have a theory about your callsign and I need answers, Rooster.”

“You can, I promise,” he huffs a laugh, running his thumb under your bottom lip, “We’re skipping over a few things, let me be a little romantic with you before we smudge that lipstick up.”

You try to ignore the way your heart somersaults at his words and the affection in his eyes.

“It’s longwear,” you reply, with a cheeky half shrug,  “But you’re certainly welcome to try.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, dipping down a bit to get an arm underneath you and picking you up like it’s nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you from your entryway and past your kitchen towards the open door on the right where your bedroom is, the lamp on your nightstand that you’d left on before leaving for the evening guiding the way.

“How is your hat still on?” you mutter before laving at the scars on his neck that had caught your eye earlier at the bar.

“How is your tiara still on?” he tosses back, leaning his head to the side to give you more access to the skin at the base of his throat.

“It’s a headband.”

“It’s cute.”

You pull away with a grin, “I knew you wanted to try it on. Big, strong, Naval aviator has an affinity for pretty shiny things.”

“Guilty as charged,” Rooster agrees. His hands run down the sides of your waist as he sets you down, his fingers stroking the material of your sparkling pink dress. “Where do you want me, baby?”

You don’t answer him, instead you press him back lightly until he takes the hint and sits on the side of your bed, legs wide so that you can step into the space between his thighs. He makes an enticing contrast of tan skin and white uniform against the pale blue of your comforter.

Holding Bradley’s heated gaze, you take the pristine white hat off of his head and set it on the nightstand next to you. The sight of his sunkissed curls is a treat you weren’t expecting to see and you can’t help but run your hands through his hair.

You take a minute to indulge in the feeling of his soft strands between your fingers as he leans into your touch. There’s a ribbon of desire that is still wrapped around the two of you, one that pulls tighter with every pass of your hands.

“Take your cock out,” you murmur.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a wink, his voice like rich espresso.

He’d gotten his way, now it was your turn.

You lean forward to kiss him, wet and deep, before finallyfinallyfinally sinking to your knees in front of him.

Rooster is all efficient hands and fingers as he unzips those dizzyingly snug pants the rest of the way down. You swear that smirk of his gets a little wider as he pulls his cock out for you. 

You’re almost annoyed at how perfect it looks, at how big it is. But that feeling fades quicker than it came on at the pretty way his large hand fists and pumps himself. It makes your breath get caught in your throat as you watch.

And then he’s holding it out for you like an offering, “This what you wanted, sweetheart?”

You don’t shy away from his intense gaze as you flatten your tongue underneath him and obscenely lick up the length of him.

“Goddamn,” he says hoarsely, as he throws his head back.

You beam, pleased and preening, before you pull him fully into your mouth. That smirk is entirely wiped off his face and you can see the way his jaw is clenching and releasing as his face is angled up towards the ceiling. Your hand replaces his on his cock to stroke him in time with the bob of your head. He groans low and ragged at the twist of your wrist at the base of him as you swirl your tongue right underneath the firm ridge of his head.

You feel your Bridesmaid headband slide back on your head with all your enthusiastic movements, and it falls to the floor with a metallic clatter. You wait until he’s looking back at you before you hollow your cheeks as you draw his cock further into your mouth.

“Knew that smart mouth of yours was going to look so good around my cock. God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he says, running his thumb along your jaw, “That little pink dress of yours did a number on me, I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

Bradley’s pretty praise and compliments goes straight to your head, like a rush of bubbles from a freshly popped bottle of champagne. You like the way he is gazing at you- his eyelids heavy but his eyes greedy- and the way he looks sitting on your bed, his presence filling the space of your room.

“If you like it so much I can tell you where I got it from,” you tease, “Don’t think they’d have your size though.” You treat him with another long lick, taking a moment to catch your breath to work him in your hand. It slides easily over him with the mix of your spit and his pre-cum.

“We both know how much I like pretty shiny things. I like seeing them on pretty girls, but I think I like seeing them on the floor even more.”

Rooster reaches out to slide his hand up the valley of your breasts and up around your neck to the back of your dress where the duo of bows of the halter top are still tied and starts tug on the ends of them.

You run your fingernail gently along the underside of his cock, smirking to yourself when it jerks in your hand. You take the tip of him between your lips, flicking him with your tongue as you let him work on the bows.

“Jesus, what kind of knots did you tie on this thing,” he grunts, still pulling on the thin pink strings.  

“I thought you Navy men were supposed to be excellent with knots,” you say with a laugh, moving your hair aside so that he can see better.

“I fly planes that land on ships, the only knots I’m tying are the ones on my boots.”

“Well now, that’s a shame,” you say with a sigh, blinking up at him with your best doe eyes. You give him a couple more slow pumps and watch with pleasure as his eyes flare with heat as he catches on to your meaning.

The way he moans your name sounds like both a curse and a prayer.

You pull away from him and sit back on your knees reaching up behind your neck. He watches you with rapt attention as you untie one and then the other. You hold it up with one hand at your collarbone and run the fingers of your other hand over the swells of your breasts before sliding it behind your back to release the final bow dancing along your mid-back.

And then you let go of the top.

It flutters down to your waist and you’re bared before him.

“Fuck me, knew you couldn’t be wearing a bra with that sexy little dress,” he groans as you pull him back into your mouth.

His fingers fly to your hair as you work to take him further and further into your mouth. It’s impossible to look away or close your eyes when his heady gaze is trained on you so intensely. He goes slack-jawed as you swallow around him, humming your approval to his reaction around his cock.

It’s easy to lose yourself to the rhythm of it. Of the staccato of his breath and sounds of satisfaction coming from in his broad chest. Of the weight of his cock pressed against your tongue.

Bradley’s thigh is taut and tense under your other hand with the strain of holding himself back. You are almost tempted to tell him to use your mouth how he wants, but there is something so exciting about having this man wrapped around your finger and at your mercy. He’s looking at you with such open want in his eyes that it makes that place low in your stomach spark with desire.

You pull off of him to drop a few open mouth kisses to the length of him. You look up at him from under your eyelashes, making sure you have his full attention when you use your tongue to trace along the thick vein on his shaft.

“How’s my lipstick holding up, Rooster?”

He barks a laugh, his smile wide and broad with amusement, “Hasn’t budged. Guess I’ll have to work harder to make a mess out of you then, huh?”

“I guess you will.” You shift forward like you mean to brush a kiss to his lips, but pull away with a mischievous smile right before his lips could meet yours. He groans and leans forward chasing after your mouth.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” Bradley says, hauling you up off of the cream-colored carpet of your floor. He hastily shoves your dress down the rest of the way down your hips and onto the floor before pulling you into his lap.

“But-” The words die in your throat as you whimper at the contact of your soaked cunt as it rubs up against his thick cock. Rooster runs his nose along the line of your neck as your hands tangle in his curls. He squeezes your ass with his hands encouraging you to continue your rock and grind against him.

When you tug him back up to your mouth, he goes willingly with a self-satisfied smile. You keen when your nipples catch against his nametag and the ribbons decorating his chest and you’re reminded that he’s not nearly naked enough for your liking.

“Why are you still dressed?” you huff, your insatiable hands roughly pulling at the buttons of his shirt, “If you were as interested in furthering those civilian-military relations as you claimed to be earlier, Sailor, you’d take that uniform off.”

“My apologies, ma’am,” he drawls, not sounding the least bit sorry, “Please allow me to show you just how committed I am to cultivating strong bonds with the local community at hand.”

And in a move so smooth and powerful, Bradley’s got you pinned to the bed. It doesn’t even register to you until he’s crowding into you, his head dipping down to drag his teeth over your peaked nipple. His large hand comes up to cup and massage your other one as he laves over you in broad and long strokes of his tongue.

He rolls against you teasingly and the way your thighs come up to bracket his hips is almost instinctive as you sink further into the cloud of your bed under his sturdy weight.

That mustache feels even better against your chest as it did against your neck when he had you pressed against your front door. But the drag of those damn buttons is impossible to ignore even as his hot mouth works its way down your sternum and stomach.

“Bradley.”

“Yeah, baby?” He nips at your hipbone as he strong-arms your thighs open further for his wide shoulders to settle under.

You’re so tired of feeling that sure-to-be-well-made fabric under your hands and against your body. You want to feel his skin against yours. You want his heat. You want to smell like the cedar and spearmint scent of his cologne.

He’s been derailing your plans since the moment you saw him enter the bar, but in this you will not be swayed, “If you’re not naked in the next ninety seconds, I swear I’m going to kick you out.”

“I can work with ninety,” he says with a toe curling glint in his eyes right before he licks into you.

The coarse hairs of his mustache against that most intimate part of you has you seeing not only stars, but entire galaxies. He slides his hand under your back to get you to arch further towards him. His tongue is relentless against your needy clit and when he sucks it has your hips canting right into his charming mouth.

“Can’t keep those hips on the bed, can you? Keep tryin’ to chase my mouth,” he smirks at your frustrated whine when he pulls away from you all too soon. He’s all lithe grace as he moves and stands up at the end of your bed.

You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. There’s no reason to be when he shoots you a wink so easy and playful and so endearingly cocky that you think you might just melt on the spot.

“Tick-tock, Lieutenant,” you say breathily as you sit up and lean back on your elbows.

“Now you’re just being difficult on purpose. That ok, baby, I think you’ll enjoy it when I fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“Promises, promises.”

You already know that lazy smile he’s wearing is going to take you down as he starts to undo the buttons of his uniform. He’s definitely past the ninety seconds you’d threatened him with, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to kick him out now.

Rooster does it slowly. One by one until he is shrugging it off his frame. He looks like sin standing there tall and broad with his belt dangling open and his cock hanging out proudly from the open fly of his formfitting pants.

“Oh, this is getting good now,” you muse, not unaffected by the increasingly unclothed man in front of you.

Feeling brave you bring your fingers down to your clit, teasing yourself lightly as he pulls his thin undershirt up and over his head. And finally, you get to see all of that bronzed skin on display. The sight of the smattering of chest hair between his full pecs and the ridges of his abs in the soft light of your nightstand lamp has your mouth watering at the sight in front of you.

“That’s it,” Bradley says lowly, his eyes glued to the shiny, slick part of you, “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

You let your legs fall open wider for his gaze as you continue to touch yourself. Your heart hammers against your chest as you put yourself on display for him. As you show off for him. With every passing second your need for him ratchets up even higher. He gives himself a few pumps, his cock still shiny and wet from your mouth and pussy, before he’s shoving his pants down his thick thighs and kicking them off.

He works his way back up your bed and props himself against your tufted headboard and pulls you back into his lap. You sigh as you lean into him, your bare skin against his. At last. He feeds you his tongue as he tips up your head for a fevered kiss, his hands skimming up the length of your spine and into your hair as he commands your mouth with his.

“What’s it going to be, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your lips, “Do you want to be fucked by an officer? Or do you want me to be sweet with you? I’ll show you just how much of a gentleman I can be.”

A shiver works its way through your body and you feel the way his lips pull up at your response to his raspy voice and the sultry promise laced in his words. The night has been building up to this, the feeling of his hands in your hair and having his clothes on the floor in your room shouldn’t feel so right. But it does.

And if you’re only going to have this one night with him, you already know what you want. You knew it from the second he kissed you back at the bar.

You pull back just enough to lean over him to grab his hat off your nightstand. His hands flex on your hips when you set it on your own head. It’s heavier than you’d thought it would be and it tilts down your forehead a bit. Rooster tips it up for you and adjusts it, his eyes seeking an answer you have yet to give him.

“I want to be fucked by an officer, Lieutenant Commander,” you say, running your thumb down the divot of his chin.

You’ve never felt more powerful than you do at the sound of his wrecked groan.

“Grab that condom, baby,” Bradley’s voice is thick with need.

“Yes, sir,” you say cheekily, pulling open the drawer next to the bed.

You aren’t expecting the hand that connects with your ass or the sound of the sharp slap that seems to reverberate throughout your bedroom or the way it makes you even wetter than you already are.

The tequila and champagne from earlier wore off long ago, now you’re just drunk on him.

You pass him one of the gold foiled squares and watch as he rolls it on with ease as you hover above him on your knees. He’s got you so spun up in such a short amount of time, you’d know from the moment you saw him that he was trouble, you just didn’t realize at the time that he was going to be your kind of trouble.

He holds his cock in one hand and guides you onto it with his other hand heavy on your hip. You expect him to rock up into you, to give you both that air stealing bliss, instead your jaw drops open at the way he’s coaching you to sink onto him slowly, slowly, so so slowly.

It’s been awhile since you’ve taken something other than your fingers or one of the toys discreetly hidden in your bedside drawer and he has you whimpering as you stretch and spread around him. You can feel his want in every devastating touch, in every heated kiss. You cling to his shoulders to keep you from floating away.

“There we go. Nice and easy,” Rooster murmurs, watching the way his cock disappears into you, “Felt how tight you were around my fingers. I know ‘m big. You’re doing so good for me.”

He’s got a hand wrapped around the base of your neck and around your waist holding you there when your hips finally connect, keeping you from squirming as your body works to relax around him. Your pussy flutters around him at the sheer size of him.

You gasp in surprise as a shiver of an orgasm flurries through you unexpectedly. 

“Goddamn,” he grunts, you can hear the relief in his voice as he continues to rock up into you gently pulling out more of those ripples from you.

He’s still holding you in place, controlling just how much of him you’re getting, his fingers are pressed tightly into your hipbones. His hair is a mess and his eyes are hungry. Bradley is flushed the prettiest shade of pink along his cheekbones and across his chest.

You’re about to tell him so when your eyes snag on a patch of scarred skin on his shoulder and you suddenly must know what it feels like under your tongue.

The second your seeking tongue glides over it Rooster’s hips jerk into you in a way that steals all the air from your lungs. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck as he does it again and again in smooth, measured strokes.

But it’s not enough. That whisper of an orgasm was nothing like you know it could be. It did nothing to take the edge off, all it did was make you more desperate for him. 

He feels so solid beneath you that you need more of him. You start to roll your hips against him trying to get him to move faster, to fuck you in the way he promised he would.

“Oh, you wanna take the lead, huh? By all means,” Bradley says, putting his hands behind his head in a way that makes his biceps look massive, “C’mon, pretty girl, show me what you got.”

Not one to turn down a challenge, you reach behind you to brace your hands on his thick thighs and lean back. You’d show him alright.

Show him just how good you look wearing his hat. Show him just how good he looks buried in your cunt. Show him just how good he looks covered in your arousal. Show him just how good you look working his cock as you roll your hip and raise yourself up and down on him.

“Jesus, fuck. Look at you. Good girls don’t ride cock like that. Shit, you look so damn pretty. You feel so good like this, you’re taking me so well.”

His eyes are torn between watching your face and the way your breasts bounce and the way his hat on your head bobs in time with the rhythm you’ve set. The new angle has the pressure building up swiftly in your lower stomach. And it’s so good, but it’s not what you want. It’s not what you need.

“Stop being such a gentleman, Rooster. I thought you were going to fuck me,” you say, leaning forward and nipping at his bottom lip.

“Pretty sure I told you I was both,” he says tracing a finger down your soft stomach to your pussy, you shiver as he starts making tight circles on your clit, “But if you wanna be fucked, then you’re going to be fucked.”

Bradley shows you just how honed his body is in the way he pulls you off of him and onto your hands and knees in front of him. Your arms never had a chance at keeping you up when he roughly pushes into you. He grips your hips tightly forcing you to bend and arch up further to meet his powerful thrusts.

His hat topples off your head and onto the edge of the bed, where his next drive of him into you sends it dropping onto the floor.

“Tell me how much you like getting fucked by an officer, sweetheart, I want to hear it.”

“It’s good,” you moan into the crevice of your elbow, trying to muffle some of your whimpers.

“Just good? The way your pretty pussy is clinging to be, I’d say you’re feeling more than ‘good’,” he taunts, slapping your ass for good measure in a way that makes you jerk back against him.

“Just think there’s room for improvement, you’re so chatty for someone who could be fucking me harder.”

“Had to work you open before I could fuck you. This how you want it?” he snaps his hips harder and faster into you. You gasp at the sensation and clutch at the comforter beneath your hands.

“Yes, yes.”

The pace he sets is desperate, hungry, and unrelenting. When he skims a hand up your back, tangling it in your hair and tugs, you swear you’ve never made the sound that he pulls from you before.

Every time you adapt to rock and grind of his hips and start to thrust yourself back to meet him, to take him deeper, he changes up his tempo forcing you to only take what you’re given. His touch is so electric you feel like you could light up a whole city.

Your room is filled with the sounds of skin connecting on skin, of sharp breaths and shattered sighs and pitchy keens. The angle he pounding into you has the ridge of his cock rubbing against that spot that has you trembling and writhing beneath him.

“Oh fuck, fuck. Bradley. Please.” You’re babbling nonsense now and you know it, but you’re so, so close.

He knows it too because when he slides his hand around you to run his thumb over your aching clit you shatter around him with a choked sob into your arm. You don’t fight the waves of pleasure crashing over you, you let them pull you under.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he rasps as you quake under his touch, “Good girl.”

His own hips start to stutter against you and his breathing starts to run ragged as he fucks into you. He is clutching your hips so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if you were wearing his fingerprints tomorrow. His groan as he comes is the best sound you’ve ever heard.

Somehow through the haze you realize that you’re not just smiling, you’re beaming.

Bradley is so perfectly heavy on top of you and so warm. You’re so thoroughly worn out and well fucked it’s all you can do to lay there with your eyes closed as you float in that post-orgasm bliss. You make a noise of disapproval when he pulls out of you.

“Gotta get rid of the condom, baby,” he says with a little laugh. You feel the bed shift as he makes his way to your bathroom, already missing the feeling of his body against you.

You know you should get up. Maybe take your makeup off or get some water, but you’re just so content. So satisfied. You’ve had a few one night stands before, but you’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before.

You hear Bradley’s steps get closer as he comes back into your bedroom, but the feel of a damp washcloth gliding up your thigh to the center of you takes you by surprise, “Oh, that’s warm.”

“Is it too warm?” he asks, pausing. You were lucky if your ex would hand you a tissue, so Bradley’s thoughtfulness makes something in your stomach flutter.

“’s nice. Thank you,” you sigh, arching into his tender touch.

You know you should take over, it’s too intimate of a gesture. You should, you should, you should. But you don’t. You let him clean you up while you will your heart to stop fluttering behind your ribs.

You’re pliant and boneless as he climbs back into your bed and pulls you against his chest. Your body shouldn’t fit so perfectly against his. It shouldn’t, it shouldn’t, it shouldn’t. But it does.

“You still with me?” Rooster teases lightly, brushing back some of the sweaty strands of your hair that were clinging to your forehead.

“Just resting up for round two.”

You feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Mmhm.”

Time slips away under the gentleness of his warm hands. Your breathing slows down to match the way he smooths his palm up and down along your spine. You don’t realize how close you are to sleep until he’s pulling you back from the wisps of slumber that were rising up to meet you.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks quietly. You think you hear a string of hope threaded through his words.

It’s late, but not too late that he’d have a hard time finding an Uber or a cab to take him back to wherever home is for him, but you’re not quite ready to let go of him just yet.

“Yeah, you should stay,” you murmur into his chest.

You feel as he pulls up your comforter around the two of you. You nestle in even closer to him, draping your arm over his stomach and tucking your head under his chin. He reaches over you carefully and turns off the little lamp on your nightstand.

“Ok, I’ll stay.”

It doesn’t take long until the sound of Bradley’s steady breathing lulls you to sleep.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the way your body aches in the most pleasant of ways. You allow yourself to stretch luxuriously, your high thread count sheets skimming against your still naked body.

The second thing you notice is the sound of the shower running in your bathroom.

You’re glad to have this moment to yourself to grin madly into your pillow.

Because he stayed. He’s still here.

Once that rush of giddy energy works its way through the rest of your body, you get up to find your clutch with your phone in it and bring it back to bed with you. You shoot a text off to your best friend so that she doesn’t worry and get caught up on all the things you missed in the chaos that is the group chat. The amount of missed notifications are in the triple digits, you love to see girls supporting girls.

A few minutes later Rooster comes out of the bathroom with one of your fluffy white towels wrapped low around his hips. There’s still a part of you that still can’t believe last night even happened even as he stands in front of you, giving you a wide grin when he sees that you’re awake. 

His hair is damp and the sight of those curls make you want to run your fingers through them again. Those muscles of his look even better in the morning light that is filtering through your blinds, you’re getting more than an eyeful of him.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Bradley says gesturing to the open bathroom door, “I wanted to sneak in a quick shower just in case. You seem like the type of girl who would know about her Third Amendment rights.”

“You never know, there’s still time,” you say with a coquettish little shrug and a Cheshire cat smile, “Although it seems rude to kick someone who made me come three times last night.”

“Four,” he says, the left side of his mouth ticking up a bit as he leans a hand on your dresser.

“Four?”

“Mmhm, four. I know what I felt.”

“Would you be up for reminding me how that fourth one went?” you ask, teasingly pulling the soft sheet down your body to sit up on your knees at the edge of your bed.

“Sure would, ma’am. Anything to solidify those civilian-military bonds,” Rooster says, strutting towards you.

He’s ducking down to greet you with a kiss when you stop him with a hand on his chest, “Wait, what time do you have to be back?”

You see that easy smile of his falter for just a moment, “18:30. Sorry that’s-”

“I know military time, Bradley,” you say with a smirk, toying with the loose knot of the towel. You do the math in your head, there’s still almost seven hours before he has to go. It’s an easy decision when you offer, “What do you say, Lieutenant, you want to spend the day with me?”

Rooster answers with an enthusiastic kiss and greedy hands that tell you everything you need to know. It doesn’t take long before you’re pushing off his towel, pulling him on top of you and getting  tangled up with him again.

It only took you a few passes of his tongue to realize what he was spelling against your clit before he had you coming on his mouth. 

L-I-E-U-T-E-N-A-N-T-C-O-M-M-A-N-D-E-R

And then after he reminds you of just how that fourth orgasm went, you set him up with some coffee in your kitchen as you go take a shower and get ready feeling entirely too weak in the knees for a man you’d just met.

You opt to skip the make-up and go fresh faced to have those extra minutes with him instead. Although you do end up finding a spot beneath your ear, a remnant from his mouth last night, that you do have to take a minute to conceal.

Swathed up in your silky robe, you sift through your closet looking for something to wear when your eyes catch on a different pink dress. There are other comfier, easier things you could wearbut it’s the tie on the mostly open back that seals the deal for you. You grin to yourself as you tug open the bow before pulling it on.

He lets out a low whistle when you emerge from your bedroom.

“I know it’s not sparkly, but I think it’ll do,” you joke, twisting your hips a bit so the material of your floral print ruffle sundress floats around your calves.

“It’ll more than do,” Bradley says, staring at you with the same open desire as you’d probably given him when he’d emerged from your bathroom wrapped in that towel.

You turn and look at him over your shoulder, “Do you mind tying this for me?”

You could easily tie it yourself, but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as having him do it for you.

“That ok?” he asks, his voice dropping a few notes lower as he fiddles with tying the flimsy straps in the back for you.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Rooster.”

He drops a kiss to your shoulder when he’s done and then spins you so that you’re facing him.

“What about me? How do the Summer Whites measure up?” he asks, clearly fishing as he gestures to his uniform. It’s still white and pristine and surprisingly devoid of any wrinkles from the night it spent on the floor of your bedroom.

You give him a contemplative once over taking him in, “It’ll more than do. Although, you’re missing a little something.” 

You walk over the island where you’d set his hat earlier so that it wasn’t forgotten on the floor in your bedroom and pick it up. He bends a little for your benefit as you place it on his head. 

“Cute,” you say, adjusting it so it sits just right, “But I think I wore it better.”

“I think you did too,” Bradley says, tugging you in for a thorough kiss before he laces your fingers together, “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get this show on the road,” you say with a wink, repeating the same thing that you said back at the bar when you decided to take him home with you.

The first stop is to your favorite little café not too far away from your apartment. Coffee and food were very necessary after the way the two of you had worked each other out the night before.

Bradley had looked so cramped in your little VW Golf on the way over that you decided to ditch it there and walk around the area instead. The two of you popped in and out of the bookshops and plant shops and record stores that dotted the area. You were surprised to learn he had really great taste in music and ended up picking out a few new vinyl records to take home with you.

In line at the checkout, he’d plucked your credit card from your hand, nodding to the sign advertising the store’s military discount and whispered into your ear, “I won’t tell Uncle Sam if you don’t.”

A ten percent discount never felt so thrilling.

You caught more than a few men and women checking him out in his Summer Whites as you walked around. But you couldn’t blame them because he’d caught you checking him out more than once. But it wasn’t your fault that his ass was a revelation in those tight pants. And he clearly knew it.

When you see the marquee for the small theatre on this side of town that is known for playing the classics and art house films advertising a showing for State Fair you offhandedly mention how much you like that movie as you peek in the widow of one of the antique shops, and then next thing you know he checking his watch and pulling you with him to the box office window for tickets.

“If you don’t let me pay for something here soon, you’re going to give me a complex,” he complains when you stop him from pulling out the credit card that he has tucked in the pocket of his uniform.

“Sorry, Rooster, it’s still Fleet Week and rules are rules,” you joke, bumping him out of the way with your hip sliding your card to the attendant before he can argue with you any further.

“Baby, I need you to stop Richard Gere-ing me,” he says, taking the tickets and wrapping an arm around your waist then leading you in the building.

“Alas, they’re playing Pretty Woman today, but I think you have the potential to make a pretty Julia Roberts,” you tease him, “I’d bet red would look very fetching on you with those undertones.”

The pinch on your right butt cheek makes you jump, startled. You whirl to see if anyone caught him, but the lobby is fairly empty. You turn to send him a heatless glare, but his face is the picture of innocence.

You shake your head at him amused, “Ok, fine. Just for that I will allow you to buy me a small soda from the concession stand, Bradley.”

He looks very pleased ten minutes later when he’s carrying a large bucket of popcorn, three types of candy, and two giant cups of fizzing soda as you go to find your seats.

“So much for free Fleet Week drinks,” you tut, taking a sip of your drink.

“But I did get laid today, so I’ll call it a win,” he winks.

The two of you trade whispers as the lights go down and the music of the opening credits starts to play. You grin as you reach over for some popcorn and hear him humming along.

Just as Vivian Blaine starts strutting away from Dana Andrews, her hair bouncing vivaciously with each step, Rooster angles over, “Hey, that’s how your friend looked last night walking away from Hangman. He’s been harassing me all day to get you to give me your number so he can call her.” 

You hold back the snicker that tries to escape your throat when he gets shushed by someone a few rows back, whispering even louder, “Sorry!”

You lean in closer, admiring the way half of his face is illuminated from the screen and confide, “Where do you think she learned it from?”

You and your best friend had taken the same film studies class in college and she tested out the move that night at the bars near campus with an almost perfect success rate. It’s been her go-to move ever since.

“No shit?”

“I’m serious,” you say with a giggle.

The shusher makes their displeasure known again and this time the both of you burst out laughing.

“We should probably go before they start throwing popcorn at us. I don’t think even with military grade detergent that you’d be able to get butter-flavored oil out of those Summer Whites.”

Bradley agrees readily and your heart flip-flops knowing that he’d rather be talking with you than sitting silently for the next two hours. He even tosses one of the boxes of candy to the shusher on the way out as an apology.

The two of you head to the beach instead, sitting on the sand and watching the waves. Tossing some of the popcorn kernels to hungry seagulls who approach. The two of you are both a little overdressed for it, but if anything, that makes it more fun.

You’re surprised at how easy it is to talk to him, to tease him. Surprised that he’s more than just a pretty face with a good body. The way he is so at-home and comfortable in his own skin makes you feel like you don’t have to try to be impressive, you can just be yourself. 

As the sun sinks lower in the sky, you’re both increasingly aware there’s a ticking clock above your heads and that this has to come to an end soon. And far too soon you end up making your way back together to where you’d left your car a few blocks away from the café you’d taken him to for brunch.

“Do you need to drop by your place for your things?” you ask Rooster, toying with your car keys.

“I packed last night. I asked a friend who is shipping out with me to grab them for me,” he says, scrubbing a hand down the side of his face.

“Not Hangman?” You wonder fleetingly if your friend ended up caving and giving him her number or not.

“Not this time. Which I’m not too mad about since he snores.” You know he is trying to make you laugh, but you just press your lips together and nod.

“So I should head there.” It’s not a question. You know your time is up.

“You probably should,” he says, with a sigh and a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

It’s a quiet ride as he directs you to a public lot near the Naval Air Station where he says his friend Bob is going to meet the two of you, explaining that he doesn’t have the pass that would allow you to drop him off inside the gates.

There are a few cars in the lot, but he points out where you should park near an older, but well maintained Chevy truck. When you look over as you pull into the space a couple spots away a man in glasses waves, you don’t miss the two duffle bags that are in the second row of his cab.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Don’t leave yet, please,” Rooster says, unbuckling and getting out of your car. And for whatever reason, you do too.

You linger in front of your Mini Cooper as you wait for him to come back to you. You watch as his friend Bob passes him a pen and some paper, you can tell he’s trying to fill it out quickly based on the way his hand seems to be flying over it.

There’s an intensity to the way that Bradley walks back to you. Your feet are pinned to the asphalt beneath you as his eyes stay trained on you.

You both stand there nearly chest to chest just taking the other in. 

He’s still too breathtaking for words in his uniform as the golden hour light makes the sun-streaked strand of his hair gleam like threads of gold. His eyes slowly run over your face and down the dress he’d carefully tied you in this morning.

If this is it, if this is all you’re ever going to get with him, this is how you want him to remember you. Standing in a nice dress and staring at the sunset.

He reaches out and cups your face in his warm hand.

“Say you’ll see me again,” he says, holding your gaze. You can see every color of brown reflected in his pretty eyes.

Your heart seizes in your chest, “Bradley, I-”

He lightly puts his thumb over your lips to stop you before you can finish.

“Listen, I really like you. But it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to wait for me, so I’m not going to.” You’re unprepared for the rock that sinks to the pit of your stomach. “What I’m going to do is give you this,” he says handing you the thin paper packet, “This has all the information you need to get on base if you wanted to meet me there in two months when I get back. They give it to all of us when we get our deployment papers mailed to us, I’ve just never had a reason to fill one out for anyone before.”

You hold it in your hands and look at it. The letters are slightly sloppy in that way that men seem to have. The sheet is filled out his full name, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, as well as what you assume is his military I.D. number and other crumbs of information about the handsome man standing in front of you.

And you’re reminded again, that you’ve only gotten to see just the tiniest sliver of him.

“Say you’ll see me again,” he repeats, quieter this time, “Even if it’s just pretend.”

You hear what he is really saying: lie to me, please.

His friend is waiting for him in his idling truck.

And Bradley is waiting on you.

But you feel like you’re out of time.

This was supposed to be one night.

One night, one moment.

So why does this feel so big? Like you were on the precipice of something monumental.

You haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours and yet you’ve never felt like this about anyone else before. The potential of him and of what this seemed like it could be was too good, too perfect. And it scares you. Because the reality of it could crush you if you let yourself give into it and he changed his mind. You don’t want to get swept up in a daydream or a flight of fancy.

What-ifs are just heart aches, not heart breaks.

You can’t give him what he wants, not right now. But you can’t lie to him either.

Even if you want to. Even if you’re dying to.

“Stay safe, Lieutenant Commander Bradley Rooster Bradshaw,” you say, softly not trusting your voice.

Bradley leans in and tips your chin up with a finger under your chin, your eyes flutter close and your breath catches in your chest when you feel his warm breath ghosting over your face. He brushes the softest kiss you’ve ever been given against your cheek. The sweetness of it melts against your skin like a snowflake, like a wish.

“I hope I see you again,” he murmurs, lips lingering.

And then he’s gone, taken away on a summer breeze.

Those two months had moved slower than you thought possible.

You’d learned that your best friend hadn’t been able to give Hangman her number when she’d ended up being the one to try and corral the gaggle of drunken bridesmaids at last call and shepherd them into the waiting cabs. Apparently, she’d tried to look for him but by the time she’d had a moment he’d already left.

That packet of paper you’d kept on your island had taken on a life of its own.

At your friend’s wedding, you’d stood off to the side in your intricately beaded bridesmaid dress watching on with a glass of champagne in your hand as she had her first dance with her new husband. And let yourself imagine what it might have felt like if he’d have been there too. The next day as you had nursed your hangover, you’d regretted indulging those thoughts in addition to drinking the full bottle of champagne you’d snuck away with.

It felt like you were just going through the motions. Like your head was somewhere else, with someone else.

The more you tried to talk yourself out of it and forget about how he’d made you feel, the more he chased you in your dreams.

All the hours you’d spent wondering about what-if you went, what-if you waited, what-if you met him there had led you to this moment here and now. 

The drive had been made, the papers had been handed over and you were approved for entry, it was all happening.

You at Naval Air Station North Island wearing the same pink floral ruffle sundress that you had dropped him off in two months ago.

The smell of jet fuel and rubber mix with the ocean air as the planes start to land one by one and make the slow taxi along the long airstrip that leads to the ramp where they are to park. The perfect lines of them were just as immaculate on the ground as they were in the sky.

As more and more of them make their final descent, the more antsy the crowd of friends and families of the squadron members get. There’s an excited tension steadily building as they wait for the go-ahead to leave the hanger to greet the people they’ve been missing.

You can hear your heartbeat beating in your ears like a drum.

He’s here. He’s here. He’s here.

You hope you’re not making an idiot of yourself. You hope that he hasn’t forgotten you. You hope he remembers why he wanted you here in the first place. You hope he still wants you.

When the final engine of the final plane is turned off, the officer in charge announces that everyone is free to exit the hanger and another cheer goes out. This one much louder than before when the aviators had done the flyover in their faultless formations.

It’s a rush of people as they stream around you out of the domed arch of the hanger and onto the open tarmac under the cloudless blue sky.

The names on the planes had been clocked well in advance by their keen, anticipatory eyes. They know exactly which aircraft they’re heading to and who is going to be climbing out of that cockpit to greet them with equal enthusiasm.

You can see the beaming smiles, you can hear the giddy laughter.

Yet your feet stay stuck on that line between the cracked industrial cement floor and the sundrenched tarmac as you watch all those happy moments happen around you.

It’s the sound of a raspy, full bodied laugh that catches your ear and has your head whirling to the left.

And there he is.

Even from a distance the sight of Bradley Bradshaw has your heart fluttering in your chest.

You see him meeting up with a couple of other pilots with his helmet in hands. You recognized Bob by his glasses, but they’re joined by a fierce looking woman. Rooster is all smiles as she gives him a friendly, playful shove before slipping her hand into Bob’s.

There is nothing you want more than that smile of his to be directed at you.

You catch the way he seems to be checking over his shoulders and looking around to observe the joyful homecoming scenes unfolding around him.

It feels like half hope, half agony when you take that first step out of the shady hanger, onto the tarmac, and into the bright San Diego sun. There were still more than a few warm summer days to look forward to.

Summoning more courage, you take a few more tentative steps in Rooster’s direction. You feel like you’re holding your breath, waitingwaitingwaiting for him to look over and see you.

You’re noticed by his dark-haired female friend first, who nods her chin in your direction. You see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he takes a deep breath before he turns towards your direction and sees you for the first time in two months.

And for a moment, it’s just you and Bradley.

Across a crowded bar. Across a teeming tarmac.  

His eyes locked on yours and yours locked on his.

That easy smile he’d already been wearing is transformed into a wide grin that lights up his whole face.

Your stomach swoops and your feet start moving like they have a mind of their own towards him. He hands his helmet to Bob before he’s taking long strides to meet you halfway. You’re almost toe-to-toe with him, but you stop a respectable half-step further away than you’d like to be.

The two of you are a little greedy in the way you take in the other up close.

You can almost feel the warmth of his brown eyes on your skin, he’s looking at you like he is trying to soak up every inch of you. He has a heart-fluttering crinkle around his eyes as his gaze sweeps over your dress. And you know you’ve made the right choice by wearing it.

Rooster is more tan than the last time you saw him. Sweat dots his temples and his pretty curls are a little flat, no doubt from the shiny red and yellow helmet he’d all but blindly shoved into poor Bob’s hands. You notice that his lips are chapped and his nose a little sunburnt.

He’s still handsome as hell. Maybe even more so now.

“Hey, Sailor,” you greet him, giving him a grin of your own. “You look awfully familiar. Although I think the flight suit is throwing me off, maybe if you put those Summer Whites back on it’ll help jog my memory.”

He laughs and slides a finger under the thin strap of your dress and gently tugs you in even closer.

“Huh, that’s funny because I definitely remember you,” Bradley says, scooping you up with one arm, “Pretty sure you’re the girl of my dreams.”

And then he’s kissing you in a way that you’re pretty sure is going to screw you up forever.

Your wildest dreams never could have prepared you for the reminder of how good it feels to be held in his arms.

Your wildest dreams never could have prepared you for how good it feels to have his lips sliding against yours again.

Your wildest dreams never could have prepared you for a man like Bradley Bradshaw.

He was real and he was in front of you and he wanted you.

“I need you to stop smiling so much, sweetheart, so I can kiss you properly,” he says, pulling back to nudge your nose with his.

“My apologies, I’ll try to take this more seriously,” you tease, still smiling as you pull his face back to yours.

As Bradley presses you even closer, you realize this might not be a bad idea at all, but possibly the best one you’ve ever had.

There's no man quite like Bradley Bradshaw! Whether he is in his Summer Whites or in a Flight Suit he's That Man™️!

Many, many, MANY thanks to @gretagerwigsmuse for her support and endless cheerleading! He's finally got his pants off, Jordan, we did it!

If you missed Part 1 you can read it HERE! Or if you haven't read the story that started it all check out Hey, Sailor!

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Out of curiosity is there anything else besides sex pollen you wouldn't write or read?

im gonna assume you mean nsfw lol so see below the cut

Im uncomfortable with the vast, vast majority of stuff on ao3 tbh. Not just bc i think that the vast majority of stuff would be really ooc/upsetting for my ships (i have 3 ships in 3 fandoms and theyre all victims of abuse/trauma/have mental health issues....... lol i have A Pattern if you can tell) but also just for my own personal preferences. Pretty much anything with dubious consent or physical/emotional/sexual abuse (regardless of whether or not its a kink) isnt something im comfortable with. Most of the nsfw stuff i write is stuff that i didnt even know were kinks and just thought were like normal parts of sex that everyone did lmao stuff like praising and what is apparently called cock warming (?) and eating out and whatever. Altho i will say that if im referencing a previous shitty male partner in my fic i will almost always write them as refusing to go down on their girlfriend/wife/whatever so uh make of that what you will lmaooo

The only real kinks i feel like i might write that are most definitely not everyday sex stuff is pegging, roleplaying (as in like pretending to be strangers meeting at a bar, or something like that), and menstrual sex (esp menstrual eating out which may or may not be in the works 👀👀👀) which i know is def not everyone's cup of tea

But yeah thats all folks

Also as an aside - i usually wont write a fic outside of My Ship unless its in reference to My Ship and generally canonical. I.e i wrote a fic abt daryl and leah (who were canonical ugh) and the entire thing was 100% abt how daryl was so in love w carol and was desperately trying to move on and mask his emotions and failing miserably lol.

So if this is a thinly veiled reference to steddie i wont write it or even reference it bc eddies only interactions w steve were after chrissy died and were either in a group setting and/or talking abt how steve was still desperately canonically in love w nancy and how eddie was trying to manage his canonically romantic feelings for chrissy so like... yeah no. Also the shippers who publicly and privately directly harass grace and joe and joe abt steddie and the shippers who are so fucking misogynistic towards chrissy and nancy have ruined what could otherwise have been a ship that i just shrugged at as a ship and let ship thing secure in my knowledge and proof that hellcheer is canon? Nope sorry

Well there i go rambling at what could have been a v short bullet point answer. See why all my fics are usually 20k+ words longer than i intended? Thats why

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Cap'n: Ferdi///bert won't be a main ship cuz it'd take too long to develop their relationship into being romantic

Cap'n, Chapter 30:

Cap'n, Chapter 45 (context: Duke Aegir is being punished for shit):

Cap'n: See I could only write them as friends :)

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hiii may I request alastor w a super cheery and sweet s/o? Basically everyone is terrified of him but then there’s reader who they think is the sweetest angel who somehow got sent to hell. Even alastor has never seen reader mad, but then an incident happens (you can decide what!) and reader loses it, later they’re covered in blood but they still have a cute lil smile even though there is a dead body underneath them. Alastor is watching respectfully. He’s stunned but is incredibly entertained. Def wants to see it happen again.

Oh I love this! Sweet sweet sweet.

Sweet Dangerous Thing

Romantic: Alastor X Sweet Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ descriptive injuries, blood, fluff, soft Alastor ⚠

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Alastor was always unpredictable, chaos wise and just in general. Everyone around him would always be on edge. Waiting for his next plan of attack.

This time however, the hotel crew (who all knew of the Radio Demon's shenanigans) were surprised by the soft looking demon he brought over one day.

"This is the establishment I'm working with my dear.", he says softly.

Mouths hit the floor at the way he looked at the demon on his arm. It was like the way Gomez would gaze at Morticia, but ace.

"Oh its absolutely lovely!", they say with glittering eyes, looking around the lobby. "How does the kitchen look? Is it big?", they asked looking at him with a head tilt.

"That's what she said-", Angel coughed.

Vaggie whacks the spider quickly and Charlie shushes him.

"It's a chef's dream!", he says, walking them over to the kitchen. "A baker's too!"

The crew follows, peeking through the kitchen door windows to see the two demons interact.

"Who is that?", Charlie asks. "Hun, do you know?", the blonde looks to her girlfriend.

"Nuh-uh. Deadbeat?", Vaggie looks to Husk.

"Hell, I'm surprised that they ain't dead yet. Niffty?", the cat demon looks up at the little cyclops sitting on his shoulders.

"Nope! Not a clue!", Niffty says, face pressed against the glass. "Sparkle?", she says, not taking her eyes off of the two.

"How the fuck would I know?", Angel says.

Meanwhile, the two in the kitchen are looking at the oven.

"So much space! I could make pie, cake, bread, cookies!", they list off, opening the oven door.

"I assume its to your liking?", he asks with a smile.

"You bet'cha! And there's a sink in the island counter! It really is a baker's dream!", they gush.

The others just outside the door began arguing about who it could be.

"Must be another poor fool who made a deal.", Husk says.

"No way! Have you seen that smile! Its totally different.", Charlie shakes her head.

"What if he's just playing nice until he kills them?", Vaggie shrugs.

"Maybe a friend?", Niffty guesses.

"Nah. That's his fuck buddy.", Angel smirks, crossing his arms.

Everyone looks at the spider demon with a grossed out face. Vaggie literally kicks his ass and he hits the doors, falling face first onto the kitchen tiles.

It's quiet.

Charlie steps over Angel, watching out for his hands and looks up with a smile. "Hi! I'm Charlie and welcome to the Happy Hotel!", she says clasping her hands together.

"That's nice but are they ok?", they ask, pointing at the fluffy demon.

"I'm-", Angel is cut off by Vaggie.

"He's fine, just an idiot."

"Um-", they go to speak but the other two also enter the kitchen.

"Who the fuck are you?", Husk bluntly asks.

Alastor's smile twitches. "That's quite rude Husker, ask properly."

The cat demon quickly changes his tone after clearing his throat. "We don't know who you are, can you tell us?"

Everyone is shocked at the answer they give.

"I'm Alastor's significant other!"

.

After introductions, you all sat in the lobby.

The group asked for details, so you settled with telling them about the day that you and Alastor had met.

"I was trying to order something at a café and some brute of a demon tried to lay a hand on me.", you explain.

"Of course being the gentleman that I am, I couldn't let such a thing happen!", Alastor says proudly.

Most of them want to say bullshit but kept quiet.

You smile at your darling and place a hand on his. "He defused the situation and offered to pay for my things.", then you look back to the others. "Its quite the café cliché but we've kept in touch since and one thing led to another. Now we're here!"

They sat in front of you both, a bit shocked at you holding hands with the red dressed demon.

"I'm very glad that I took care of it. I got to meet such a lovely being worthy of my attention.", Alastor lifts up your hand and kisses the back of it.

.

That was nearly two weeks ago. The shocked look on their faces made you laugh.

And you being so kind, gentle, and naturally sweet. They wondered how exactly you ended up in Hell, deeming it a mistake.

(Also wondering how the hell Alastor got you. Especially with him being...well, him.)

You were at the hotel today, helping Niffty with making and setting up baked goods for guests to take. She would ask a lot of questions, but you surprised her by keeping up with things you could answer.

The doors open and a demon rushes in. "I need help!", they gasp out.

"Is everything alright?", you ask confused, stepping out from behind the check-in counter.

Husk's ear twitches and moves it to the side to listen in from the bar.

"Please! I n-need somewhere to hide!", the demoness says and looks back towards the doors.

"Calm down now, I'll help but I need you to explain at the counter.", you usher them over to hide under the counter and give a pen and paper. "Niffty, would you be so kind to finish up?"

The little demon nods and speeds her way into the kitchen to get the rest of the sweets.

Getting more check-in papers, you gently whisper to the scared demon. "Stay quiet and write down what's-"

The doors are kicked open by someone with a loud bang.

"WHERE ARE YOU!? YOU FUCKING BITCH!", a bull demon shouts.

The noise gains the attention of the others in the vicinity. Including Alastor.

"Hello sir! Would you like to check into the Happy Ho-", you don't get to finish as they stomp over, grabbing your face and pulling you forward.

"Where. Are. They.", he demands.

Before Alastor can take a step, there's a loud snap.

"AAAAARGH!", the bull shouts out in pain, his wrist twisted all the way around and to the point of muscles ripping and blood spilling out.

Your mouth split open with a sharp row of teeth, your smile is wide as you laugh in such a disturbing tone it sends shivers down everyone's spine.

"ꁸꐇꂑꍟ꓅! Quiet~", you shout and then repeat softly, tapping the demon on his nose.

He hisses as you pull at his hand, making the skin stretch at the wrist, the pain getting worse.

"I ought to teach you a lesson on proper manners! You just stormed through here as if you were the ruler of Hell! Tsk tsk.", you shake your head in disappointment. "And to treat staff so poorly. How awful."

The demon before you scowls. "I'm here looking for a bitch-"

Another twist of his wrist and he shuts up after letting out another shout in pain.

"Disrespectful too!", you say, ripping off his hand completely and tossing it to the side.

He screams in pain, moving away from you and holding his bleeding arm. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!", the bull shouts.

Then he makes the mistake of trying to hit you.

Most of the bystanders watch with fear or disgust. However, Alastor watches with fascination and awe. His heart skipping a beat as you tear the demons neck open with your teeth.

You drop the body of the now double dead demon and sigh when looking down at the messy floor. "Oh jeez, Niffty is not going to like this.", you say with a frown, blood stains covering your form.

Alastor goes up to you and holds you close. "That was magnificent my darling!", he says, picking you up with a spin. "You had my heart racing! You sweet, dangerous thing!"

You just giggle and wrap your arms around him.

The others just stand there stunted by how you both just ignore the body. Even the girl you helped looks weirded out. They watch as you both leave, Alastor still carrying you and not minding the blood at all.

Niffty quickly goes to work, disposing the body and cleaning the floors.

"So..that happened.", Angel says with a shake of his head. "Who knew Sweet-cheeks was crazy like Smiles."

Charlie walks over to the new demon behind the counter. "Hey.. Would you like to stay at the Happy Hotel?"

~

"It was like the way Gomez would gaze at Morticia, but ace."- I want this.

~Seline, the person.

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