#claustrophobic

[olivexing]

Big fish, small regency house 🧜‍♂️🥲

If shrinking feels like tensing up, is growing like…stretching?

Is it freeing, or does it feel like being pulled on from all directions? Any thoughts on this?

[ghxst-kun]

"Aww, man!"You hear bakugo hiss from the floor. "This always happens!" he cursed, standing up.

You try to breathe as quietly as possible but you knew it was useless.

Katsuki had great hearing.

He turned around at lightning speed looking right in front of your face.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Shhh! Keep it down! I don't want the others to know I'm in here!" You whispered, putting your hands over his mouth.

When he nods, as u finally remove ur hands from his mouth and let them drop to ur sides

You did your best not to look down and admire his half naked body.

"Why are you in here?" he whispered. "Were you spying on us?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"NO! The girls wanted to pull a prank on you guys but I ended up getting stuck in here!" You explained desperately.

"Oh!" he sighed, smiling a little. His face soon dropped. "So...did you hear everything then?" he asked, looking down a little and blushing.

You were way too aware of the lack of room in the closet. You was an inch away from being pressed up against bakugo body and it was driving your mind a little wild. Your imagination was going crazy with the possibilities. You were finding it hard to concentrate.

"Not everything…" you said, wanting to tell the truth but not wanting to sound like you listened in on purpose. Even if you did.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Y/n" he said, a little desperately.

You watch him, confused. What was he apologising for? He still looked down, away from you and he suddenly punched the wall beside him.

You flinched as a bunch of equipment fell off the shelf and landed behind u guys. He jumped forward to avoid u getting hit and ended up flush against You

"You're really close" You whispered, feeling his hot breath against the exposed skin on the top of your chest.

His head was still facing down and his lips were millimetres away from your cleavage. Your closed eyes, trying not to think bad thoughts. He was your best friend. You are not supposed to be in love with your best friend. He was probably in love with another girl.

Your heart was pounding and you could feel your skin getting slick with sweat.

"Y/n" he said, barely more than a whisper. You could feel his lips brush ur skin.

You couldn't help feeling like the room got hotter. You felt a fire spread through your body, rushing through your veins until it pooled at your lower belly.

His head rose until you were face to face. His eyes were hooded and his lips were close enough to kiss.

"Katsuki?" You asked, feeling the whisper of his lips against your own.

"What did you hear?" he asked, his voice deeper and raspier

"I heard you talking to Kirishima about a girl and then you guys all arguing...and the other stuff" you blushed, thinking about katsuki saying he was bigger than Kirishima . You swallowed, trying to dispel your bad thoughts.

“So you don’t know who I like?”he asked, squinting his eyes to assess you.

"No" you sighed, and paused before adding "I'm sure they’re wonderful though…"

You looked down, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

"Why d'ya say that?" he asked.

"Because any girl that you like has to be wonderful. Just like you" you said, sadness seeping through your voice.

"Yeah.. They’re pretty wonderful"

"Well I'm sure they feel the same way and you can get married and have kids. Have the perfect life. You wouldn't need me anymore..."

"Man, I think about havin' kids with them all the time" he said, moving his head so he whispered it in ur ear. You shivered. "But you're wrong. I'd still need you"

"W-Why?" You spluttered, feeling urself go red.

"'Cause they'd need their mum and I'd need my wife." he said cockily, drawing his face away from your ear so he could watch your reaction.

You immediately blushed more than before and spluttered.Your heart was running a mile a minute and you felt the familiar heat settle between your legs.

Before u could think about it any further, he kisses you.

It was a little hesitant at first, like he was worried you was going to push him away, but as soon as you responded, he pushed back with a renewed passion, as if his whole body was overwhelmed with the need to kiss you.

It was like he had caught on fire, he moved his lips against yours in a frenzied passion, not wasting any time as he pushed you against the wall behind you and let his hands wander, not caring about the equipment he knocked to the floor.

Katsuki was actually kissing you. Did that mean you was his crush? It must be, right? He practically told you they were going to get married and have kids. You was pretty sure if he asked then you would say 'yes' immediately to either suggestion.

U moaned, unable to keep it in when realised that having kids with katsuki would mean having katsuki.. seemed to take it as a good sign because he pushed further into you, pressing his body flush against urs so that u could feel his thick erection pressing into u.

U gasped as bakugo took the chance to push his tongue into you mouth, tasting and pressing his tongue against your own. He tasted like gunpowder. That was the best way you could describe it; warm and smokey just like his smell. It turned ur legs to jelly and, if katsuki had not grabbed roughly onto ur hips, u would have collapsed in a puddle in the ground.

The shuffling of feet outside only made katsuki pause for a minute, stilling his lips against urs, before he continued again. Obviously deciding that kissing her was more important than being found out. U couldn't disagree, and u found it flattering that he felt the same.

Luckily, no-one entered as Katsuki’s hands wandered from ur hips, pushing under ur shirt until they rested on the bare skin of ur side, his thumbs skimming the undersides of ur breasts.

Your heart was pounding against ur chest, your breath hitched when He pulled away to look at u with hooded eyes.

"Y/n," he moaned, before he ducked his head to kiss ur neck. U raise ur head to give him better access, shivering as u felt all of his burning kisses.

You weren’t exactly sure how they had gotten to that point but you was just about ready to rip ur shirt off when Katsuki started tugging at it. He only paused his hot kisses for a moment to throw the material away, taking a minute to groan at the sight of ur breasts only clad in a lacy bra, before he pressed his lips against u again, taking advantage of the newly revealed skin by kissing his way over the top of ur chest.

You grab tightly onto his back, so tight u swore u must have dug ur nails in, but neither of u noticed as Katsuki’s hands slowly made their way to the back of your bra.

"Shit wait Katsuki~!" You cooed, forgetting that they should probably be quiet considering their surroundings.

He deftly unhooked ur bra.

"Shit, y/n. You're even hotter than I imagined." He groans, watching ur chest intensely, as if he was trying to memorise it for a later date.

Before u could even reply - or question the fact that he had imagined u naked - he had dipped his head down to take one of ur nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it experimentally until u gasped. He used a spare hand to play with ur free breast, pinching and moulding it until u were finding it hard to contain ur moans.

He pressed u further against the wall and grinded against u, swearing at the sweet friction it created. Just as he was about to buck against u again, u wrap ur legs around his waist to get closer together. It was so worth it when u felt his hard length rub u again.

"Ah! Katsu! So good!" You cried, hardly able to make fully formed sentences.

Head clouded with lust, you pulled one hand from his back and snaked it around his front, slipping it into his boxers to explore the one part of him u had never been able to touch before. He hissed as u wrap ur hand around him, moving his head away from ur breast to press ur foreheads together. His eyes were scrunched shut and he let a gasp out as u gently rubbed up and down his shaft.

Before u knew it, bakugo was pulling off ur shorts and diving a hand inside of ur panties. You gasped - unsure whether it was because of the shock or the pleasure - as his hot fingers found ur clit and started gently massaging it.

"So warm," he moaned, moving his face so he could give u a lingering kiss. "Fucking Wet," he said, as he slid his fingers along ur slit, trying to find ur opening.

You was desperately clutching onto both his back and his erection, moving ur hand faster so he could feel just as good as he was making you feel right now.

You bit back a cry as his finger finally slipped into ur entrance. It was new and strange but it felt so good and when he starting moving it in and out u had a hard time remembering what u were supposed to be doing.

"So good," you gasped as he let another finger slip inside you. "So, so good!"

He started moving his fingers fast, teasing ur clit with his thumb.

"Come on y/n." He demanding, curling his fingers until u let out a quiet scream, "Fuck. You need to come."

You weren’t sure if it was his demand or the way he kissed u - hard - after, but it u shattered instantly, Katsuki swallowing your whimpers as u came on his fingers.

U could still feel his hard, throbbing erection in ur hands and u knew u were far from done. You needed him. So bad

[barcoland]

What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on? (Henry David Thoreau)

[topgunruinedme]

Seen not heard - DADvrick

Synopsis: Rooster and Payback pull a prank on Hangman, not realizing it could have been fatal. Maverick and Iceman step in to help the pilot recover.

"He will never be allowed to fly again; do you realize that?"

Word count: 4,023

On A03

Main Master list, Hangman Master List, Prologue.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so they may be mistakes.

It had been a long eventful day. Maverick managed to shoot him down again despite his best efforts the old man just wouldn’t go down, and then he had to deal with the teasing Phoenix dealt out. As if she herself had not been shot down by the man. He was beyond tired, but he had stayed back after class to look at some old flight manuals. If he was going to beat Pop’s he needed to be in the same court, he couldn’t do that if he didn’t have the ball.

He hadn’t realized how late he had stayed; he hadn’t realised the light in the look had long past dimmed and the crickets had started chirping. He glanced at the clock passingly before realizing it was almost 8 pm, he stood and rolled his shoulders back with a groan. These chairs were certainly not made for long-term use, he winced as his back cracked loudly in the quiet room. He let out a yawn as he collected his book and pen before stepping out into the hallway towards the parking lot. Thank heavens the classroom he had picked wasn’t far, he really didn’t want to walk halfway across base to get to his truck.

It was awfully quiet for a Naval base at night, he could faintly hear a few janitors and the occasional Admiral talking in their office. That’s why he loved studying at night, it was so much more peaceful. The world was sleeping around him, he stepped out into the parking lot; glad to see his truck, his lip twitched in relief. He had hardly made it two steps towards his truck before it happened.

Jake didn’t have any time to react when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled away from his car. His keys and books slipped from his grip, and he fought his capture.   His shout was muffled by a hand as he was dragged backwards down a familiar hallway. He saw the classroom he had been studying in passingly as he attempted to dig his feet into the ground to stop them, he only achieved in the souls of his shoes creating a loud squeaking noise on the polished floor before one of his captures kicked his legs out from under him; forcing him to lose his leverage as he was dragged along.

The further into the hallway they travelled the darker it got, why the hell was the lights turned off?

He struggled against his captures almost breaking free once when he shoved his elbow back into someone, the man grunted in pain and Jake's eyes widened at the familiar voice before he was recaptured. Tight grips on his arms and waist as they forced him into an office. There was a chair, it looked out of place - clearly being placed there for this purpose alone. Someone shoved their weight on him, forcing him to stumble blindly into the chair. The other capture did quick work at tying his ankles and wrists to the chair while he was retrained. He attempted to strain and looked around in the darkness to find something, a hint at his capture's, anything. His heart pounded in his ears, unable to move as the rope pulled around his chest as he threw himself forward attempting to dislodge it. He managed to dislodge it enough to sink his teeth into the man’s hand, and his capture jerked away with a cry of pain.

“He bit me!” a hand was thrusted through his hair grabbing a fair chunk of it and yanked his head back using their other hand to force his jaw open as something was forced between his teeth. “Shut up you idiot!” the other person hissed as the object in his teeth straps were tightened and dug painfully into the skin of his cheeks. It made swallowing hard, and he felt a moment of panic as if he was suffocating.

“Done,” the first person said stiffly as they yanked the rope tightly, “let’s get the hell out of here!” he stood and herded the other person out of the room. The small light in the hall allowed a small stream of light to tumble in revealing the face of Rooster and Payback.

“See you later” Rooster smirked, and Payback laughed, “let’s see him leave his wingman after this”, as they shut the door leaving him in pitch darkness.

-

Nobody will come for you, a voice that sounded frightening like his father muttered. They don’t care about a pilot like you, dead weight. You’re not even useful, just the spare.

His mind flashed back to the day of the mission when Maverick decided who was the mission leader. He hadn’t slept the night before too afraid to go to sleep spending most of the night throwing up, petrified. This was a suicide mission no one should be happy to go on. It was their job, to go where they are told. There was no guarantee they would come back from this.

He had known the moment Maverick stood in front of them all, he didn’t once take his eyes off Rooster. Don’t, don’t make that mistake he begged silently, don’t let the past get in the way.

But there was nothing he could do, “Rooster” the man declared anyway. Jake felt like his heart had dropped, he had tried. He had worked so hard to get here, he tried to get along with the others. He wasn’t going to pretend this wasn’t dangerous, he wasn't going to put himself in danger because the others were playing house. Why wasn’t he enough? He had tried to work with the others, he had gotten better. He had been flying successfully with the others, he tried to prove himself. He was the only one to pass the mission, the simulation. The only one to get close to the time, the only one to lead without complications or death, Rooster was the only one in the squadron who didn’t pass the mission!

He was going to get them all killed.

“The dagger spare will be Hangman”, dagger spare, that’s all he ever was a spare. Maverick was going to get everyone killed, no one was coming home from this mission.

His father chuckled in his ear; see boy they can see through you. Through that pathetic act, you put on. They can see you.

He wasn’t terribly surprised to hear Maverick go down, or that Rooster ever the stupid impulsive spoilt man he was went back after him getting shot down himself. He was relieved to see dagger, 3 and 4 return, even if they were grieving the loss of the others.

It was inevitable, he had warned them all in the beginning.

But then they had survived, somehow. Wrecking 2, two-million-dollar planes pointlessly in the process. He was ordered to go after them, Hangman fixing it once again.

He didn’t remember much of the time in the air, he said something about putting a tray up, trying to focus on his pounding heart in his ears and trying to force down his own panic. He heard Rooster laugh and forced himself to continue their usual banter. But once they were on the ground, he had been forgotten again, shoved to the side.

Maverick and Rooster reunited, and the crew celebrated, Javy came to his side silently and lead him away. Hidden in his rooms, his hands trembling and his chest constricting in the undeniable panic as his best friend held him as he sobbed. He had killed again, this time he hadn’t hesitated.

When he joined the celebration, everyone seemed to have forgotten his sacrifice, his kill. They ignored him, he sat at the table eating silently with Javy by his side as they watched Maverick and Rooster be flaunted and fawned over. He wasn’t sure he even wanted that; he was somewhat grateful he was so forgettable. His achievements were forgotten.

But they didn’t even acknowledge him in their squadron anymore, he didn’t attempt to sit with them anymore, receiving odd looks. “What do you want Bagman?”, they didn’t want him.

He wasn’t the best, not anymore, they didn’t need him anymore. He had spent every night worrying someone would come and tell him to leave, that Top Gun was only reserved for the best. His anxiety jumped every time he heard someone knock on the door, always keeping a go-bag packed and ready to go. For two weeks straight until they hit land.

His heart jumped, and he swore he had heard footsteps behind him. He strains his eyes to look out in the dark. A familiar chuckle entered the room, and he felt the blood in his face leave, and he pulled at the ropes in desperation.

“Did you really think you could escape me boy?” his father whispered as he leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear, Jake could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I’ll make you pay for staying away so long” the man promised, Jake yanked harder at the restraints, feeling them chaff his skin and the pain of it rubbing them raw. He attempted to cry out waiting for the unforgettable whip of a belt on his back, only becoming more distressed when it didn’t immediately come as the room stayed silent.

Where was he? Why was he drawing it out? Why was he tormenting him?

“Why did you not get top marks, boy?” the man finally spoke again, Jake’s eyes tried to scan the room in confusion. His body jerked as the wind from the window caused the blink the smack against the wall, making a ‘bang’ flood through the room. He could feel sweat rolling down his back, which only prompted the next question.

“Why is your uniform in such disarray?” the man fumed, “Do you have no pride!”. Jake shifted his jaw as if to speak when his father cut him off, “Did I say you could speak?”. His tone was a cold and frightening one, he had become used to it early in his childhood facing down the furious man.

“Little boys are seen not heard” his father whispered softly, the familiar manter he had heard throughout his childhood.

“Stop your sniffing!” his father yelled causing him to flinch, he hadn’t noticed the tears rolling down his face. “Only little girls and weak men cry” he sneered, he heard the terrifyingly familiar snap of a belt hitting the air, and his father’s deadly voice “do I need to give you a reminder?”. Jake couldn’t stop the whimper he releases, his eyes screwed up in fear as he waited for the belt to strike.

-

Maverick signed as he searched through the hazardly stuffed documents he had put in his bag this morning before realizing he was missing one. Damit, it must still be in his office, he had no clue how he had missed it; he had just grabbed the entire lot and stuffed them in. although he didn’t pay attention to what they were, maybe it had just slid his notice. He ran a hand through his hair in exhaustion, it was already making itself aware. He hadn’t been sleeping well, he never did when Ice was away on meetings, he was thankful his husband had returned last night. Although he was glad to finally have a chance to get some decent sleep, he did everything but sleep last night. He left his bag on the bike as he started the short trip back to the office.

Slider had stayed to keep him company while Ice was away, while he appreciated the man’s concern, his taunting and misplaced jokes got old quickly. He really hoped the man was gone when he got home, he didn’t want a repeat of this morning. Slider had smirked at him over his cup of coffee, “Have a good night last night?”. Ice hadn’t even batted an eye at the man, of cause they spend most of their Navy career living in the same room. It was not something new to Ice, Maverick however still couldn’t get used to how casual the man was about sexy to have the gull comment about it to his face not even an hour after.

He stilled when he heard a noise, he frowned and flicked on the lights in the hallway. Why were they off? It was far too early for the janitors to leave yet. He heard it again. A small whimper, and then someone cried out, it was muffled but definitely there. He followed it to his office; he was not looking forward to interrupting two lieutenants who decided to try and have a tumble in his office as an idea of fun.

He opened the door with an air of caution.

-

Jakes’s eyes flew open when he heard the door open, light flooded into the room. Maverick stood in the doorway with a look of confusion and horror.

Please! Please help me, Maverick! Please chase away my monster! Don’t let him hurt me!

-

He hadn’t expected this, the terrified clouded blue eyes that were stretched wide. Visible strips ran down his face where tears had been previously, the red ball gap shoved between the man’s teeth preventing him from speaking. His arms were tied behind him on the chair the rope stretching across his chest all the way down to his legs efficiently pinning him to the chair, making it impossible to be in any type of comfortable position forcing him to sit up straight.

“Jake?” he rushed to the man; the boy was trembling in the chair. He pulled the boy’s head forward resting it on his stomach as he quickly undid the buckle of the gag. He carefully pulled it from Jake’s skin and gently urged the man to open his mouth wider to pull it out. There were distinct marks on his teeth where he had subconsciously bitten into the ball in an attempt to escape. He then allowed the man to rest his head against him as he rubbed the man’s undoubtedly sore jaw; his other hand running through the man sweat covered hair. Allowing the panicking man to pant against him, chest heaving as he whispered to him soothingly. It’s alright, just breathe. I’m here now.

“Are you ready to continue?” he asked softly, Jake whimpered “no? that’s ok we can stay here for a bit. Whenever you’re ready” he stroked the man’s hair softly. Very slowly, Jake’s breathing started to settle into a steady rhythm.

Jake nodded giving him permission to continue, he stepped back releasing him; stepped around behind him as he went looking for the pocketknife, he kept in his desk drawer. He heard the desperate whine, and Jake let out in distress.

“I know Jake, I’m going as fast as I can alright” he tried to soothe as he found the knife and rushed back to the man’s side. He grabbed Jake’s wrists and mumbled softly to the terrified man, “I’m going to start cutting now, try not to move”. Maverick focused on the boy’s grip that was holding his wrist desperate for contact as he pulled the rope away from his wrists to ensure he didn’t cut the younger man, wincing as the robe tightened somewhere else on his body; cut the robe thread by thread.

He waited anxiously as the robe strained against more and more weight until it finally snapped, cut through and dropped to the ground. Jake sagged forward without the strict rope holding him back, Maverick quickly shifted the knife out of the way, so the man didn’t skew himself on it. Jake cried out in pain when he attempted to move his numb arms, “they’re going to be sore for a little while, darling” Maverick said as he rubbed up his left arm carefully to his shoulder and then repeated it on the other side, paying extra time to carefully rub his raw wrists where the ropes had down the most damage.

“Alright, I’m going to move on to your legs next alright?” he warned waiting until Jake nodded, Maverick knelt to cut the robes around his ankles. He felt the man’s hand grip the back of his t-shirt. He was still trembling still, he stood back up chucking the knife to the side when Jake was free. “Alright I’m going to lift you Jake”, he warned lifting his arms under the man’s shoulders and knees standing adjusting to the man’s weight.

Thank God it was after hours, he stepped out into the hall quickly using the back hallways towards the med bay.

He moved swiftly not wanting to risk raking to much time, this may not have hurt the man physically but who knows what it did to him psychologically?

“I need help over here!” he yelled out as he shouldered his way into the med bay, startling the idle medical staff. Forcing them to jump into action as he placed the trembling man onto the bed.

He attempted to bring the covers over Jake to give him something to ground him, but it only made him panic more, “please don’t” Jake asked with a small voice. Looking up at him, “don’t tie me up again, I’ll be good” Jake whispered his jaw trembling. Maverick swallowed hard and gripped the boy’s hand, he wouldn’t leave him. He couldn’t.

He dug out his phone from his pocket confident he would be spending many more hours here and sent a message to his husband.

-

He stood in front of his class the next day after spending all night in the midday by Jake’s side before Ice took over. He stared at the empty chair in the otherwise full classroom he didn’t miss Rooster and Payback’s grins. Please no.

“Last night, there was an incident involving Lieutenant Seresin” he started sullenly, his eyes scanning the class; “I’m giving you a chance now to step up and take responsibility before I start my own investigation”. Rooster’s lips twitched and he nudged Payback who laughed, “it was just some harmless fun sir” Payback smiled, “Rooster and I, we just wanted to teach him a lesson”.

-

Ice stared at him from his crouched position beside him, “go, ill watch over him. I promise nothing will happen; I’ll get you the moment he’s awake” his husband promised with a kiss.

-

Maverick clenched his jaw, oh god please no. “Congratulations” he watched confusion fall over the class, “Lieutenant Seresin had been removed from active duty and handed in his wings. You have single-handedly dragged a man out of the sky for your own entertainment”.

-

The nurses looked at him in sorrow “I’m Sorry Captain Mitchell, He failed his physiological exam. I can’t in good conscience let him fly any time soon”.

“When?”

“He might never recover”

-

“What?” Rooster asked in shock, “we didn’t do anything to him!”. Maverick closed his eyes for a moment to retain his anger and despair, we didn’t raise you like this.

-

“What do you mean he won’t recover?”

“It will take time, a lot of time. He will need someone to be there for him. Every moment of the day-”

“I’ll be there, we both will”

-

He opens his eyes and forces himself to look blankly at the man, “There will be an investigation and a trial. Please hand in your wings”. Don’t make me take them.

He watched devastation and anger crawl onto Bradley’s face, this was like when he pulled his papers all over again.

Expect this time he hurt someone; he couldn’t stand for that.

He held out his hand palm face up as he watched Rooster stand and shove the pin into his outstretched hand storming out to the door, Payback was much quieter placing it carefully down on the palm.

“Bradley” he stopped the boy before he could storm out, his form almost vibrating in anger. Bradley stopped in the doorway standing stiffly but did not turn to him, this was exactly like his papers.

“He will never be allowed to fly again; do you realize that?” Bradley stood there for a moment before storming out, he had lost 3 pilots in a day.

The room was silent for the most of it, surprisingly it was Bob who broke the silence pulling his gaze away from the empty doorway the two men have long left. “Sir” Bob broached carefully sending him a concerned look, almost nervous “is he ok?”.

Bob was asking about Jake; he hadn’t even realized the two men were talking. But Bob seemed worried almost, “Stay after class Bob, Class dismissed” he waved his hand clenching his fist with the pins as the classroom emptied.

Bob silently stood and came to his side as they waited for the classroom to empty. Once the last person left, and the door slid shut, Maverick leaned back on his desk with a wearily sign.

“I’m not going to sugar-coat it, Bob. It’s not good” He held out a hand before the younger man could talk, “I can’t tell you what happened, but you can come to see him” he added hesitantly, “if you want that is”.

The WSO nodded silently and followed him without prompting, they walked down the busy hallways moving around people. Not once did Bob move from his shoulder, when had this happened? He didn’t remember Jake talking directly to bob once, surely this wasn’t a hidden in private friendship. He watched the man out of the corner of his eye, the man was fiddling with his book, bending it before soothing the creases out of It; moving determinedly but also attempting to keep to the same pace he was. He could see the man’s pace speed up almost anxious when the med bay came into sight, perhaps the man wasn’t aware of it.

Bob walked straight into the hospital bay without any hesitation walking past his husband to Jake’s bedside. He wasn’t sure if Bob just didn’t care at that point or if he hadn’t realised the man in civies was Admiral Kazansky but he didn’t stand at attention or salute. Ice let it pass silently moving to give the man space, Bob didn’t look at him once his attention was captured by Jake who looked at him with a dopey smile.

“Hey,” Jake said quietly as the younger man who pulled the man over the bed and brought him into a hug, “hey” Bob grinned at the man shyly.

Ice moved to the side and came to Maverick side, “How is he?” Maverick asked his husband softly. Ice signed and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s not good” he admitted, “they think he’s claustrophobic, he won’t let the nurses give him any blankets. I’m not sure how he’s going to get back into the cock pit Mav”.

“Well take care of him” Maverick smiled, Ice returned it and kissed his husband on the cheek as he pulled the smaller man in for a hug, “the spare bedroom is already set up for him”. Thank God Slider had left, he couldn’t deal with the man on top of this.

Maverick laughed softly, “God I knew I loved you for a reason”.

-

“Maverick?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Did you ever get that document you were after?”

Maverick mind blanked and he let out a startled laugh, after all, that had happened in the last two days, he had forgotten all about it. He laid his head back on his husband’s shoulder the man just rolled his eyes fondly.

A/N: What does everyone thing about possibly turning this into a series?

Tag List: @tallrock35, @inthestars-underthesun, @luckyladycreator2, @fortunatelycrazyyouth, @lgkoval.

[jusivthefourth]

Pixel Dailies #2190 - Claustrophobic

I think cats have a different definition of claustrophobic

[tomholland1996simp]

Could you do one where Tom decides to prank reader by locking her in a closet or something but doesn’t know she’s claustrophobic

Claustrophobic || Tom holland

Warning: Panic attack, tears

This is short sorry

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a very long time now. You are very close to the Holland’s, you even have started a little prank war. However when the brothers try to prank you by locking you in the closet, it doesn’t go to plan.

You don’t even know when the pranks even started. But they eventually got serious and  escalated from there. At first you wasn’t involved, until one day, by accident, you got pranked by Tom instead of Harry who was meant to fall over the marbles on the floor. Obviously you was the one who had to run through the hallway and fall. Tom did apologise multiple of times, but you wanted to get him back.

Now you were all waiting for someone to pull the next prank. The last prank was one you and Tom had done on Harry. You both had taped clingfilm to the door entrance so when Harry would run in he would run into it. And Of course he believed the fake shouting about Tom needing help. He ran straight into it, it pulling him back harshly throwing him back and onto the floor. To say he was angry was an understatement.

You was now sitting in the kitchen on one of the tall stalls, talking to Nikki with a cup of tea in your hands. Nikki was like a mother to you, she knew everything about your problems or your needs.

“So I was thinking into looking for a apartment” You told her, you now being eighteen meaning you should be able to afford one soon with your job.

“That’s amazing sweetheart, do you know if it would be close by?” She asked, standing across from me with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ve actually seen one near here in Kingston. It’s small but it’s perfect for me. I’ll let you know if I look into buying it then you can come look at it in person with me if you want?” I take a sip from my tea.

“I would love to come. Would be nice for you to finally live by yourself”

“Yeah I was also-“ You we’re cut off by the feeling of someone’s hands pulling your waist, you instantly let go of your tea placing it down. You simply thought one of the boys were giving you a hug, when your head turns to the side you see a smirking Tom. “Stop-Tom No! I’m trying to have a conversation” You scream as he picks you up from the stall, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Darling it’s prank time” He smirked as you kicked about.

“I’m so sorry Nikki!” You shout as he started to walk up the stairs. “Thomas put me down!” You start punching his back as he walks up the last couple of steps. You then hear giggle from the top, you turning around a little to see Harry, Sam and Paddy.

“Oh look who it is. y/n. This should stop your little pranks” Harry smirked as Tom put you down, still keeping his hands on my waist.

You were all in the hallway so you was confused on what they was going to do. Then Paddy opened the small closet behind you, making your eyes widen.

The closet was very small, it just had some cleaning products and random things inside. “No, No. STOP” You yell as they start to push you into the small closet, them being stronger so you were now inside.

“We will let you out in 5 minutes” Tom told you before slowly closing the small doors. You bashing it right after, panicking looking around the tight space.

The boys didn’t know this but you was extremely claustrophobic. You hated tight spaces, they always brought panic attacks and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

“Tommy! L-let me out! I-I can’t breathe” You start to feel your breathing get heavier as you spoke, kicking the small doors with your legs. “PLEASE LET ME OUT” You cry.

You felt like the walls were closing in on you, like there was no oxygen in the small room. Your chest kept falling up and down as you tried to slow your breaths, but more tears came out.

“I-I can’t breathe. P-please let me out. Tommy!” You sob once more, the boys then caught on hearing your cries. They didn’t open it at first as they thought you was joking about with them. You had now been in there for 2 minutes, your panic attack starting.

Tom worryingly opened the small door, looking inside to see if you would laugh and say it’s a joke. But when he saw your tear stained cheeks, while body shaking and hearing your heavy breathing, he knew it wasn’t a lie. He quickly pulled you out, feeling guilty as ever.

“I’m so sorry, love. Shit. Breathe, y/n, Breathe” He cooed trying to help you, your sobs just escaping more. He looked towards his brothers and they had the same expression as him, guilt.

You couldn’t control your breathing at all. “T-tom.. I-I can’t breathe.” You cried once more into his chest feeling the same feeling as before.

“What’s going on?!” Nikki walked up the stairs hearing all the commotion going on. She saw you in Toms arms, having a panic attack.

Harry spoke up, “W-we wanted to prank her we locked her in that closet for a joke-“ Nikki interrupted him thinking about how stupid her sons are. “She’s claustrophobic how did you not know that!” She panicked looking at her idiotic sons for letting this happen.

“y/n look at me…breathe” Tom told you holding your face in your hands.

“I-I can’t.” you finally looked into his eyes, calming a little just by them.

“H-hey. It’s me, Tommy. Focus on my breathing. Take a deep breathe in…and out. In….out” He repeated this with you a few times until you had finally calmed down. Your head buried in his chest. “I’m so sorry darling, we didn’t know you was claustrophobic“ He kissed the top of your head.

“i-it’s okay Tommy. You guys didn’t know-thanks” You smiled taking the glass of water Nikki brought from downstairs for you.

“Just very small in there” You chuckle a little trying to make light of the situation.

“Boys how long was she in there for!” Nikki had her hands on her hips waiting for one of her sons to answer.

“2 and a half minutes?” Paddy said scared of what his mum expression would be, it wasn’t a good one.

“You dickheads, you should’ve let me out when I first said. I was literally crying and you lot just laughed holding that fucking door” You tell them.

“We’re so sorry y/n” They all apologied again feeling really guilty.

You couldn’t stay mad at them, there too cute, especially Tom. “It’s okay guys. I’m just out with this prank wars now, it’s getting a bit frustrating” You all chuckle in agreement by that comment.

[robertmatejcek]

Tableaux Automatique: Passage - 1″:1′-0″ diorama - mixed media - robert matejcek - 2023

“You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia.”  - Irvine Welsh - Filth

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[chaoticdesertdweller]

[pitchblackcore]

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[gallavichfanficlibrary]

Omg I found your blog a few days ago and I literally adore it! I’ve been reading so much oh my. Do you have any fics where Mickey (preferably) or Ian get claustrophobic?? I’ve only been able to find one (and it was in a train) so I was wondering if you knew of any more? And if not - do you have any soft hurt comfort fics with pretty good characterization?? Those are so hard to find and I love when it’s Mickey who’s trying to hide it or smth. Lol I hope this isn’t too much to ask for so thank you! (And feel free to ignore this if it’s too much)

Hii, thank you so much, this is so nice of you ^^ We're glad you could find some good stuff for you to read through us, this is what we're here for :) For claustrophobic fics check out those (it's expectedly mostly about elevators):

elevator music - He’s late, he’s covered in coffee, and he’s trapped in an elevator with the biggest asshole he’s ever met in his life.

Hold the door - Meet ugly AU. Prompt: You get stuck in an elevator with the person you've been secretly crushing on from afar but as soon as they speak, it becomes clear they're the biggest asshole on the planet.

Ups And Downs. - Mickey and Ian get stuck in an elevator and Ian quickly finds out that he's claustrophobic. Mickey takes care of him.

Nobody gets out alive - Mickey and Ian never met before and they are stranded in an elevatore during an entire night and Mickey is claustrophobic.

I'd like to see more suggestions, if anyone knows!

For hurt/comfort fics, our hurt/comfort tag is pretty full, as well as emotional hurt/comfort (because we somehow ended up using both:D) so check those out. The second one probably includes more of what you're looking for :)

[reinekoya]

I made a new wallpaper for my phone

I want him stuck in my phone and he will never be able to escape me because I love him

Also I tried to put nightshade on this but I don't think it worked? If someone knows how to fix this can you text me 💀

[barcoland]

We have accepted to live in boxes that make us believe we are free (Anonymous)

[389]

okay, there's too many ppl in this kitchen. im having anxiety

[khr-guilded-cage]

One of the best quotes of Black Sky, from the most manipulative Arc of all.

Because the old fart doesn't like it when his plans go awry and will take it out on you brats, because you're soft targets. He will drag you into the Family and claim it can't be helped, ruin your lives and ensure you can never, ever leave. Because in this particular case, winning the battles and getting the rings is losing.

Those kids are delusional and need a wake up call.