#sweatershirt

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[buninabottle]

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[heartfullofleeches]

Sub Yan + "Motherly" Darling Blurb.

(Reader is G.N, but they're called mother/mommy)

-

"Hand."

The walking signal flashes white as the countdown commences, seconds ticking away as Sammy nervously tugs at the string of his sweatershirt. "Um. You remember that I'm twenty-"

"I don't give a God damn how old you are, Sammy. Either you take my hand or you are not crossing this sidewalk.

You always do this to him. Why do you always do this?- From packing an extra sweater for him in your bag to demanding he walk on the inside of the street away from the path of the cars, Sammy has taken your friend group's title for you as the - "mother of the group" alot closer to heart than before. It was endearing at first, and still is, but he failed to take into account the lengths you'd go to insecure your loved ones' safety.

"O..okay...Mommy."

Sammy's eyes widen as the hood of his sweatershirt tighten around him - fingers yanking the ties as far as they'll give. He wishes it would swallow him whole.

"Shit. I didn't meant to- What I was trying to say was!.....I'm so sorry... Just, just leave me here.. I'll catch up later...."

"I'm not going to leave you here by yourself, Sam."

"...I know.."

[twitchmattentusiast]

SUNDAY AND DEMTRIA ARE WEARING CHRIS AND MATTS SWEATERSHIRTS DID U SEE

yeah they also facetimed me while they cut them in half 😊😊😊 let’s be so fr that’s not their sweatshirts they’re literally cropped and let’s not ruin this like everything else.

[sensenotsense]

ive also been working on my pullover and ive got the length for one of the sleeves and working on the cuff. still need to finish the other side along with the other shit but soon ill have my new work pullover. im thinking of adding pockets then ill really wear it everyday at work

i bought and sewed on flower buttons for the isabelle cardigan i made and its soooooooo cute! i promise ill try and take pics soon

[tsumtsumrry]

(based on an ask i got on my old acc)

thanks so much for the request <3 i hope i brought your idea to life. it’s bestfriendrry h <33

It wasn‘t supposed to happen. Harry didn’t mean to find the vibe in your room. He was just innocently looking for a sweatershirt he’s sure you snagged when he saw it just sitting there on the bed. It was pink and pretty and it felt like it was staring him down.

He’s always had a little innocent school-girl like crush on you. You were his best friend. You were gorgeous and had such an infectious personality, he just wanted to crawl up in a ball of your warmth and stay there every time you smiled at him, and this, thinking about you using this pink vibrator to make yourself feel as good as you always should, almost awakened something in him.

He inched closer to it, cautious but so fucking curious. He didn’t wanna be a creep, but it was like it was begging him to go near it. And he figured if you stole his clothes he could inspect your vibrator.

It’s when he picked it up and brought it up to take a closer look, that the scent hit him.

You’ve used this recently.

And god if his cock didn’t throb in his pants at the realization. Harry loves pussy, knows the scent well but there’s something different about yours, maybe it’s just because he’s so infatuated with you as a person but the way you smell is driving him insane, unlocking deep, carnal passions inside of him. He hums out, bringing his hand down to palm himself over his sweats. He thinks he could possibly get off by just your smell and the thought of you getting off, but the vibrator is right there. And he‘d be wasting a perfectly good opportunity not to use it.

He inspects it a little, twists it around in his hand trying to at least know what he’s getting into. Then he flips a switch. The vibrator buzzes to life, almost shaking his entire hand, he squeezes his eyes shut tightly when he imagines how good this must’ve felt for you.

It’s so powerful and he’s staring at it with wide curious eyes, wondering if he‘d even be able to handle putting this anywhere near any of his pleasure spots. He switches it off instantly, shaking his head in dismissal and pure and utter shock that he would even consider this and walks out of your room to make lunch. He’ll just ask for the sweatshirt when you get home.

Only one problem, though, he’s hard. Oh so very hard and he knows you’re coming home soon, he doesn’t really think he can come that fast no matter how hard he tries or how much he thinks of you sitting on his face, it’s just not how his body works. He’s trying his absolute best to think about dead puppies and soggy waffles (he fucking hates soggy waffles and childish anger is most of the time enough to make a stiffy go down) and hope for the best.

When he hears your voice call out for him when you get home, his cock twitches in his pants and he breathes out a curse. His mind is swirling with thoughts of you calling out his name using that pretty pink vibe that’s still sitting on your bed with his touch all over it and he thinks he‘s gonna lose his mind.

“You alright, H?” You ask when you see him sitting on the couch with a pensive look on his face.

“Yeah yeah m‘alright. How was your day?” he‘s picking at his lips as he talks and that should’ve been your first sign that something wasn’t right. But you let it go nonetheless.

It’s when it’s time for bed and you ask for a cuddle and he declines when you begin to get worried. Harry. Harry Edward Styles. Harry Love Language Is Touch Styles, just turned down cuddles. From you. Your heart drops and you frown. Is he upset with you? It’s like he can’t get to sleep fast enough and far enough from you.

Something to be known about you is that you’re such a sensitive person, and tears pool in your eyes when he gives you a quick, half-hearted “love you” as he says goodnight.

Harry’s confused when he wakes up, when you’re gone and you didn’t stir him awake to let him know you’re gonna be leaving with a quick kiss on his forehead, but he thinks maybe you were just rushing.

He’s typing away at his computer, sending emails when his mind drifts off to you. Your sweet smile and your soft voice, how kind you are, how beautiful you are (drop dead fucking gorgeous, he adds), how soft your lips are, how they would feel against his, how good you smell, and oh, now he’s thinking about the vibrator again and he’s hard again and this cannot happen again.

He realizes he‘s not going to get over this until he does something about it, so his cautiously walks into your room even though he has no reason to, and sits on the bed, he notices the vibrator isn’t on it anymore and has taken residence on a shelf of your computer desk. His stomach swirls, and it feels so good but it’s not enough.

It was a long day of work, you’re tired and you’re kind of annoyed. And you can‘t wait get back home to Harry. Quite literally the light of your life. He always manages to brighten your day, even when you can’t imagine it being brightened. But after last night you aren‘t even sure he wants to talk to you. The word overreaction comes to mind, but, you’re sensitive and you overthink. One wrong move threatens to send you into a downward spiral and you wish that wasn’t the way it was but it is. And you feel like the spiral is not that far ahead.

When you get home you open the door softly, not wanting to disturb Harry in case he’s working or writing but all thoughts of keeping things quiet are gone from your mind when you hear what sounds like a pleasured shout.

“Fucking—fuck—“ he drags out the last word, his voice sounding like it’s wavering and he’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together.

You hear a curse followed by your name and you pause. He’s moaning? And saying your name? You inch closer to your bedroom when you start to hear a familiar steady buzz. Your mind automatically comes to the conclusion on its own and you try your best to hold back a gasp.

Harry, your best friend Harry, is in there with your vibrator using it to the thought of you.

You open the door only to see his eyes squeezed shut, he’s panting out heavy breaths and his face is scrunched up painfully. He looks so overwhelmed in the best way, god if you don’t wanna just kiss that pout away.

“Harry.” you simply say and he jumps. He starts apologizing profusely but you hold your hand up, immediately halting him and you almost hum and how fast he listened to your direction.

“S’okay, H. Just wanna help. Can I help?“

He nods, almost apprehensively cause he was expecting you to freak out but you don‘t and he doesn’t know how but it almost feels like he got harder.

You tsk at him, and he frowns. Your delicate hands pull the vibrator out of his, brushing his fingers in the process and he shivers.

“You weren’t using it quite right, pretty boy. If you thought that felt good you’re gonna feel so much better.”

You switch it back on, putting on a setting that’ll warm him up but also make him feel quite nice. You’re definitely gonna save the best for last.

You notice when you walked in he was using it on his ass, so you put right back there and he gasps while looking right into your eyes. The intense gaze is heating up your core and you almost moan at the sight off his eyes rolling back.

“This why you didn’t wanna cuddle me last night? This what you were thinking about? Proper hurt my feelings you know.”

He feels a twinge of pain in his chest. “I—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. P-Please.”

”Please what? What do you want? Hmm? Say it, Harry.“

“C-Can you please, put it…inside?” It‘s so hot to you the way he can’t even get his words out, that fact that he feels good enough to lose the ability to be coherent makes you feel like you’re gonna come right this second.

”Inside? Is that what you want? You want it inside?” you know you’re dragging this out, cruelly teasing him, but he’s too high on you and the pleasure to really notice what you’re playing at.

“Please, baby. I’m b-begging you. I need it inside. Please. God, please please.“ The innocence in his voice strikes you so fiercely. He’d do anything for you right now if you asked. Genuinely.

You reach up to stroke his cock while you lube him up and he‘s moaning so beautifully, you almost want to turn it into a song.

When you feel he’s slick enough, you swipe the tip of the vibrator on his hole and he pushes his hips down to try to make you go faster. He‘s caught on go the fact that you’re teasing. That you want to make him beg, that you like to hear it. And he truly meant that he’d do anything for you.

“Inside, inside. Please? Do anything, I‘ll—do anything.”

You finally push it inside of him and he fucking melts. His eyes roll closed and he slurs out “thank you, thank you, thank you“

It’s when you angle it to hit his prostate that he loses it. He‘s no stranger to stimulation on his prostate, but the foreign strong vibrations directly on it thats he’s never felt before is messing with his head.

“Oh my f-fuckin’ god. Right there, right there.“

“There? You like how that feels?“ you taunt, getting drunk on how much power over him you have.

“I do, I do. Love how you make me feel.“ You have an inkling he’s not just talking about how you’re fucking him with a vibrator and your heart warms.

You turn up the setting and he yelps quietly, keeping his eyes trained on you with so much desire swimming in them.

His hips start to shift, he thinks he might be getting close but that’s probably just the amount of pressure that he feels at the bottom of his tummy. It just feels so good, everything feels so good that he thinks good night not even be a good enough word.

He says your name and his voice cracks on the syllables. You look down at him to see his face, looking so fucked out with his eyes glassy and his lips parted. You know it feels good, but this good? There’s something else.

He’s just loves you so much and he trusts you so much and he‘d do anything for you and it’s only know that he’s realizing he’s slipping into subspace. It’s only happened to him once and it was the best thing he’s ever felt. He’s so glad he gets to experience it again with you.

He tries to warn you but his words slur together and he‘s quickly losing himself in it, his eyes rolling closed with a flutter.

You catch on though, and you’re determined to see him through it.

“S’okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” you tell him, leaning down to his ear knowing his hearing might be spotty. “Promise I’m gonna take such good care of you.“

“M’gonna cum. Can I? Please can I?“ his voice is nothing short of a whisper. Hoarse moans and whimpers still leaving his lips.

“Cum for me H.“ you tell him.

You don’t even have to touch his cock for him to burst. And it’s so much. So much cum and you can’t deny that you have a bit of a breeding kink. Thinking of all of that inside you just making you wetter than you already were.

“Harry?”

“So good to me. So good.“ he mumbles out, still swimming in subspace.

You manage to clean him up, his hands planted firmly on your waist, wanting as much contact with you as he can get.

He’s still mumbling incoherently, some words you catch and smile at them. You know sometimes in subspace it’s like you can still feel some of the pleasure. You wonder if thats what he’s feeling.

You hear your name coming from his lips and you figure it’s more of his babbles so you just thread your fingers into his hair and scratch his scalp gently.

He rasps your name again and you look down at him. He smiles up at you lazily and you return it.

”Hey pretty boy. Feeling okay?“

“Feel so good. Thank you.“ his voice raspy and hoarse from all the moaning he did. “I—um, I’m sorry about this whole—“

“Shh. You don’t have to apologize H. M’just glad you felt good. Sleep.“

And so he does, deciding he‘ll worry about figuring out what this all means tomorrow.

For now, your touch is enough to soothe him.

[chamisss]

[CW]SWEATERSHIRT&MINISKIRT

THE SIMS 3

Original mesh by me.

Compatible with any body type.

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Do not convert to other games without my permission.

THE SIMS 4

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Сompatible with HQ mod.

DL(FREE ACCESS 20/02/2023)

My tumblr with edit screenshots @chamomilewine

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[theboldandthebeautifulsims]

more repositoried clothes

So... Today I’m sharing some texture-referenced tops that aren’t complete sets. I knew I wouldn’t use every color in the set so I picked favorites. May not be useful for all.

Simsimi Loose Fit Tee retextured by Azaya for af [download]

8 tops for af. I ended up editing Azaya’s original files (x) - I removed extraneous textures, disabled bumpmaps etc. Replace original files with mine. Meshes by Rented-space included.

memento’s Jacket Plaid retextured by Io for tf and ef [download]

2 colors for tf and ef sims on meshes by TaylorSims (x). Original Io’s textures here (x).

ThruTheNever by Astraea Nevermore for af androgyny [download]

3 tops for af sims on androgyny mesh by M. Original tops for am sims here (x).

Msms Sweatershirt for uf [download]

It’s one of my favorite tops and I loved these textures by Misomoso too (x). I’ve made 4 of them available for teen, adult and elder f sims. Meshes by Trapping included.

Knit Hoodie by Amaryll for more ages [download]

It’s my favorite retexture of this old Amaryll hoodie. Originally only for am sims (x), I’ve picked black and white colors and made them available for af, tf, ef, tm and em sims. Meshes by Trapping and DeeDee included.

Dashka Lacy top for af and am androgyny [download]

Lacy top in charcoal for af and am sims using androgyny meshes by M. I’ve included the original file by Dashka since their tumblr was deactivated but their original post can still be found reblogged, like here (x). Meshes by M included.

[falsegod]

taylor looks so cute in jeans and a sweatershirt, i wish we got to see her casual fits more often

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Dani Phantom, in her human form, riding on the back of Joan's old-fashioned blue motorcycle. Joan is a chubby young woman with light skin and freckles and a scar across her nose, short caramel hair, and light brown eyes, wearing a gray shirt under a maroon jacket, jeans, and scuffed yellow sneakers, as well as a gold star of david necklace and a number of earrings. Danielle is wearing her blue sweatershirt open over a red and white tee, red shorts, red gloves, and blue boots, and has one knee up on the seat and is hanging on to Joan's arms. The two girls are grinning at each other, and have launched the bike into the air.]

@crossoverdanuary week 2024, day 7: supernatural

Dani & Joan, @jus-a-lil-mouse's Gabriel's kid oc, having adventures. Are they going to crash that bike? Eh, they're hard to to keep down for long

[aceinthefreakinspace]

Ace crushes are kinda funny with breaking allonormative stuff because instead of like wondering what they look like shirtless, I'm like "what if they wore that one sweatershirt they wore like a month ago. what if they wore it while we watched some movies so I could cuddle them even better"

Like I'm really out here picturing my crush with more clothes on, lol

[abellehayford]

Lovely turtleneck Sweatershirt➰

Available for limited Preorder start January 26th

1:00 pm EST/10:00 am PST

[1ight]

still haunted by this one secondhand sweatershirt-thing i didnt buy at ecofest a few weeks ago… i had no idea part of me possesses such a deep desire to dress like a young boy attending english boarding school in a movie. but dyked out

[fxreflyes]

music asks: 20, 21, 22?

hi nonny!! thanks for asking <3

20. do you have any band tshirts or other band related items of clothing and what are they? oh nonny, i dont even know where to start... i just went into my closet for this. i have 2 bowie tshirts, 2 the cure shirts, 2 bruce springsteen t shirts, 3 rise against tshirts, 2 guns n roses t shirts, 2 the 1975 tshirts, 1 new order t shirt, 1 joy division shirt, 1 slipknot hoodie, 1 meatloaf sweatershirt, 1 beartooth hoodie, 2 metallica shirts, 1 nirvana tshirt, 1 def leppard tshirt, 1 dire straits tshirt, 2 avenged sevenfold t shirts, 1 linkin park shirt, 1 green day shirt... i think i have too many shirts..... i think i have even more than this too

21. best album of all time? oh my... i am unprepared to answer this.......... all time seems objective and i am an entirely subjective music listener

22. what band has the best or most interesting history? again i feel unprepared to answer, but i would love to hear yalls thoughts!! i am immediately leaning to think of fleetwood mac w stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham but unsure!

music asks <3

[crinkled-emotions]

I'm so excited you're getting back into writing!!

I love seeing you mix it up with the characters, and I hope you don't mine this request. I was thinking Penny and Rooster? She gives me such adoptive mom vibes. I know your only just back taking requests for Rooster so if you're not into this, no problem at all!

I too love emeto, lol poor Roo, so maybe from the prompts, the one about retching and losing their voice, a deep breath that triggers a cough then a gag, and the one about staying in puke stained clothes (I had an idea about this one that's kinda off from the prompt, but Roo not wanting to change its his comfort sweatershirt, like maybe an old one belong to Mav, Goose, or even Ice. Penny calling Mav frantic about how to fix a stubborn Rooster, because he NEEDS to change, and Mav just being like "he's not being stubborn, he's scared and lonely 🥺)

Ohhhhhhh oKAY, oW! I'm fine, totally... fine... uh. Peel me off the floor, why don'tcha? 😂

I've been thinking about Penny helping Rooster for so long lmao. You read my mind!

We're getting some more teen!Bradley, being his usual angsty self. He's sick, leave him alone.

Warnings: emeto. Rooster is still lil Bradley Bradshaw, good with words when he wants to hurt those around him. He's a little emotional but he's not having a panic attack or anything.

-

"Hey, Penny, I gotta- there's an emergency on base, I have to go. Bradley should be fine, but would you mind keeping an eye on him?"

Penny glanced over her shoulder at the fifteen year old curled up on their couch, an eyebrow raised.

"What do I know about caring for teenagers, Pete?"

"Just do whatever feels right; except coddle him, whatever you do don't coddle him. Gotta go, love you."

Pete pressed one last kiss to her lips, kneeling in front of Bradley on the couch.

"B," he began softly, "I gotta run to base, but I won't be more than a couple hours. Do you want me to bring something back? Gatorade, pedialyte? Soup?"

Bradley shook his head, rolling on to his side facing the back of the couch. Penny grimaced, watching Pete kiss the top of his godson's forehead anyway before legging it out the door.

-

Look, I should start at the start.

Bradley had been off all week- he'd been rude, then quiet, and then randomly that morning he'd burst into tears before he had to go to school and Maverick had been scared something was really wrong so he'd let him stay home. It was around the time Pete and Penny were trying to live together for the first time, before she'd met her (now ex) husband and had Amelia. She'd been struggling to bond with Bradley, as much as he was polite he also insisted he didn't want another mother nor did he want her in Pete's life for her own good. For the time being, he was reserved around her. Pete insisted it was just everything that had happened; he didn't want to let anyone else in despite both Goose and Carole knowing Penny years before he was born.

That morning, Maverick had enough of his emotional turmoil and gave in, letting him stay home from school. Sure enough, the fever started twenty minutes later and he was gagging in the bathroom within the hour. Penny felt a little panicked; she'd never had to take care of a sick teenager, she wasn't a parent, and parenting didn't come naturally to her like it seemed to come to Pete (a majority of the time).

-

For the time being, he was asleep on the couch, unwilling to move to his room because he'd wanted to be close to Pete. Now that Pete was gone, Penny rounded the corner into the living area and knelt by where he was curled up.

"Do you have a fever?"

"Mav already checked it."

"Do you think you could keep some water down?"

"Mav already tried."

"Bradley-"

"-look, I appreciate the gesture, but please, just- leave me alone."

"Pete left you in my care, I have to make sure you see the light of day tomorrow."

Bradley glanced over his shoulder.

"He's gonna be gone that long?"

"Hopefully not, but we both know how it goes with base emergencies."

Bradley sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"You look a little pale-"

"-yeah, well, my stomach hurts."

Penny glanced over, locating the bucket Pete had thankfully left by Bradley's side just in case. She'd been hearing that phrase my stomach hurts all morning, and it was usually followed by a round of vomiting. Sure enough, he sat up and she handed the bucket over, hesitantly rubbing his back. Bradley rested his arms on the rim, wincing as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Penny cleared her throat.

"It might help if you take a deep breath, sometimes you can breathe through the nausea and you won't get sick," she offered. Brown eyes glanced up at her, and then she heard him try to get a full breath in. The deep breath triggered a cough and Penny winced when he retched, dry heaving into the bucket.

"Oh god, fuck, I hate this," he croaked hoarsely. Penny went to move her hand over his back but realised he'd sweated through his hoodie and slowly retracted, grimacing.

"You're burning up," she murmured. Bradley glanced up from where he'd had his head in the bucket, eyes darting around the room nervously.

"What is it?" Penny asked.

"It hurts," he complained. Penny frowned.

"Your stomach? I thought we'd established that-"

"-no, my throat."

Penny reached for the water bottle Maverick had left with him, offering it to Bradley as she took the bucket from him.

"You weren't actually sick, you need to drink something."

"Don't make me."

"Bradley..."

"Penny, dammit, I'm not drinking anything, okay? Nothing sits right, at least I won't bring anything up."

"It can tear your throat. It already hurts; the pain of tearing it is excruciating. Please, just a couple sips. I'm pretty sure Pete would dump me if he came home and you were worse."

"That's true... fine, hand it over."

Penny passed him the water bottle, watching him take a couple of hesitant sips. It must have clicked how dehydrated he actually was because before she could stop him, he was downing the whole thing.

-

"Do you think you should change your shirt?"

"No."

Penny knelt by where Bradley had migrated to the toilet bowl, grimacing as he looked up at her. She sent him a sympathetic look, but tried to keep it casual. Pete said not to coddle him, but to be fair she didn't really know how to coddle a teenager... or not coddle him. She reached for the hoodie again but Bradley tightened his hold on it.

"I need it, please leave it."

Penny raised an eyebrow, looking over the older hoodie. She wasn't sure where it was from but it had a familiar cologne on it under the- well. The reason she was trying to get him to take it off.

"Bradley... it's covered in puke."

"I don't care, Penny."

"Okay. Okay, alright."

Penny got up, carefully backing away from the bathroom. Bradley sniffed, shivering on the bathroom floor. Penny made her way through the house, locating her phone sitting on the kitchen counter. Pete was notorious for forgetting his, but she had to hope he'd remembered because she really needed his help.

"Maverick."

"Pete, it's Penny. Uh, how much longer do you think you're going to be?"

"Is Bradley worse?"

Maverick immediately sounded concerned, and she could almost feel him about to leave base against orders. She winced, glancing at the bathroom door that was now closed.

"No, he's- he's in this hoodie, it's covered in puke, and I keep trying to get him to get changed but he won't. His stubbornness is killing me here, Mav, what do I do?"

Maverick was quiet for a moment.

"What colour is the hoodie?"

"Uh- green? Dark green. Why?"

"It's Goose's. When he's really sick or feeling vulnerable, it comes out of his closet. I've been dousing it in Goose's cologne for years. Uh, look, don't worry about it. I should be home soon, we're still trying to get things under wraps here."

"He's just so stubborn."

Maverick chuckled.

"Penny, he's not stubborn, he's scared. This is the first time he's been sick without me or either of his parents there, and as much as he's trying to prove he's an adult he's still just a kid. I know he has his reservations about you being in the house, but he's a teenage boy and he's never adapted well to change so don't take it personally."

"How do I get him to not be scared?"

"You don't. Is he keeping down fluids, is he sleeping, have you been able to get him to eat anything?"

"He can keep water down for a couple hours, but it seems to come back up. He's been sleeping for the most part, and I haven't tried to get him to eat anything, he said even the smell of something solid will make him puke."

"That sounds normal. Okay, alright, look, I'll be home as soon as I can. Please just... be kind to him."

"I will. Thanks, Pete."

"See you soon."

Penny hung up her phone, tucking it into her pocket. She was surprised when she turned around to find Bradley leaning against the kitchen counter, sniffling.

"Sorry," he finally said. She crossed her arms, but she couldn't stay mad at the poor kid.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"It might be gross to you, but I can still smell my dad on it, and I miss him."

“I know that now. That’s Goose’s hoodie, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. How about I get you some paper towel, and we can make it tolerable until you feel well enough to wash it.”

Penny was already rounding the corner into the kitchen, producing a roll of paper towels followed by dish soap from the edge of the sink. Bradley regarded her for a moment.

“Soap?”

“Not going to wash it, I’m just worried about it staining. Can you give me the end of your sleeve? Either side.”

Reluctantly, Bradley stretched his arm out and let Penny dab at the stained fabric, frowning when she reached for the dish soap.

“It’s not going to change the smell, right?”

“Other than the barf smell, no. Mav told me this is the brand your mom used anyway, so if anything you get both parents.”

Bradley’s eyes watered and he reached his other sleeve up to frantically swipe at them. Penny glanced up at him.

“It’s okay to cry. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

“I miss them,” he choked out hoarsely, voice gone from vomiting and crying. Penny put a hand on his shoulder but didn’t push it, focusing on the puke stains.

“Is Mav mad?”

“What- no! No, Bradley, he’s just really worried about you. He’s coming home as soon as he can.”

He stifled a sob, abruptly getting up and walking away. Penny watched him for a moment, sighed, and suddenly had the urge to call her father and apologise for being so difficult after her mother died.

-

"Penny? Pen, Bradley?"

Maverick dumped his jacket and duffel bag at the door, kicking off his boots. Penny was asleep under a blanket on the couch, snoring softly, but she looked peaceful. Maverick frowned, rounding the corner to Bradley's room. He too looked asleep at first glance, but Maverick knew he had to check his fever so he carefully navigated the mess on the floor to kneel by him and put a hand to his forehead.

"Hmmm... Mav?"

"Hey, kid. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Your stomach is still upset?"

"Not like it was. I think I'm out the other side."

"Your fever's lower, which is a good sign. When was the last time you puked?"

"I think it was around eleven, nothing since. I can't really remember what happened since then; what time is it?"

"Nearly two am."

Bradley hummed, yawning. Rolling on to his side, he reached out and Maverick wrapped him in a hug.

"Wait; where's your hoodie?"

Maverick glanced around the room frantically when he realised Bradley was in a simple black t-shirt, no green hoodie to be found. He gestured toward the bedroom door.

"Penny managed to peel it off me, she said it was going through a recovery process and should be good to go in five to seven business days."

Maverick stifled a snort, pressing a kiss to his godson's temple.

"Alright then, I'll make sure it gets back to you. Go back to sleep, I'm only down the hallway."

"I know Mav, thanks."

Bradley yawned again, before burying himself back under his blanket. Maverick made his way back out of the room, grimacing.

"B? This weekend, if you're feeling a little better, can you pick up a little?"

"Sure thing Mav," Bradley replied drowsily. The way he replied told Maverick he'd have grounds to deny the conversation ever happened.

-

"Hey, what time did you get home?"

Penny wandered into the kitchen the next morning, stretching as she yawned to herself. Maverick offered her a cup of coffee and a kiss, smiling at her.

"Good morning. I got in around 2 but I went straight in to check on Bradley. I hope he wasn't too much yesterday, I'm sorry for leaving you like that. I could have taken him to Ice and Sarah's, I was just worried-"

"-he's been moved around enough already, Pete. If you ever need me to, I'm happy to watch him. He's a good kid, just fighting his own demons."

Maverick's eyebrows raised, and then he relaxed. He suddenly looked a lot more like the man she knew when she was in her twenties, fun-loving and kind. Ever since Carole died, he'd constantly frowned.

"Thank you," he finally said, "thank you."

"Is there waffles?"

Bradley wandered into the kitchen, but paused in the doorway when he realised Penny and Maverick were kissing.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. I just stopped puking."

"Bradley!"

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