#happy august baby! for the love of god get me out of here | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kickbutts-singsongs · 4 months

Text

I know no one asked, but I have exactly zero (0) people to talk about bkdk with irl so here you guys go

My BKDK Journey

Yes, this sounds stupid, but my god it’s been almost three years of an absolute rollercoaster of feelings and denials and tears and revelations…

and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna rant about it.

(not spoiler free)

_____

May 2021

To start off, i wasn’t always a bkdk shipper.

I shipped izu*cha at first (not saying it’s a bad ship btw; it’s actually quite cute. im just afraid people’ll be mad if I accidentally invade their tag lol), primarily because I assumed that would be the ship that became canon.

But also, my veryyyyy leasttttt favorite character… was Bakugou Katsuki.

When I tell you that I would’ve loved nothing more than to somehow spawn into the bnha universe and punch that brat in the face— AGHHHHHHHHHH

Now this wasn’t all his fault: A) I watched the dub first lol, and B) he reminded me of someone that i was not in a place to stand up to at the time, and his constant anger, yelling, and harsh treatment of Izuku—who i began to relate to—made me hateeee him.

There was a time when I literally said “if he died, I wouldn’t miss him.” <- this was later proven false lol

So, I was watching the anime dub with an absolute animosity for our resident deuteragonist, but on top of that…

I was watching it with a friend with a crunchyroll account who lived in another state that I was visiting and staying with for two weeks, so by the time i had to go back home, we’d only gotten up to the part where All Might was getting Inko’s permission to let Izuku stay at the UA dorms.

Anddddddd in my drive to consume more bnha once I got home, i somehow stumbled across an Instagram account that posted bnha sub episodes divided into parts,

but they only had season four and onwards.

Sooooo I never saw the second half of season three… more importantly,

I NEVER SAW DEKU VS KACCHAN 2!!!!!

(I will say that I had seen a couple photos/edits/etc, but I never knew what had been said, or why they fought)

_____

June 2021

At this point in time, I’d been exposed to a lot of the fandom. My fyp on both IG and Pinterest were filled to the brim with all things bnha (because this is what happens when one has a hyperfixation), so I saw a lot of stuff.

Especially fanart.

This is where I started learning about the different ships.

I saw a lot of the side character ships and thought they were adorable (kamijirou, todomomo, even kiribaku), but then I saw some with Izuku.

Izu*cha was a given for me. I didn’t think there was a single person that didn’t ship it. But then I started seeing fanart of ships like tododeku, shindeku, and bakudeku.

And my first reaction to finding out that people shipped my beautiful baby sunshine boi with the person who bullied him for years?????

HELLLLLLLLLLL NO

So with my (unknowingly) limited knowledge of their relationship, i was very much an anti (i never spoke out or anything, i just reallyyyy didn’t like the ship lol)

(And then, you know, I started to see all the bkdk hate online and kinda went “okay not touching that”)

But that began to change…

_____

August 2021

…after I saw a manga leak for the first time.

I was scrolling thru my feed and all of a sudden. BOOM!

I was like 😧

IS THAT IZUKU?????

And i looked in the comments and yes it was.

I checked out the page and found that they had an entire account of manga leaks and was so happy.

I quickly began to read from the very bottom of that account, and it started from right about where Izuku first began his vigilante arc (i had no idea how much was in between then and where I left off on the anime, but I was willing to read it lol)

And so I waited diligently for the leaks every week (a practice I have continued to uphold lol), until one day, i came across an untranslated series of panels from the latest chapter. I looked at it and it was of Katsuki and Izuku, facing each other in the rain (you know the one). I knew the leaks would be coming a day later, but I wanted to look through them anyways, so I did.

I didn’t understand a word they said, but the pictures and imagery of them as kids then middle schoolers then where they were now seemed so touching…

And then I came across a pair of kanji that I recognized.

I was like “wait WHAT???”

I zoomed in and went “that— isn’t that—? That’s part of Midoriya’s name, right???”

And then I was like “wait a second… omg that’s Izuku, isn’t it. That’s the freaking kanji for Izuku.”

And it was!!!!!

So inside I’m having a mini freakout cuz—

Bakugou just called him IZUKU

Fast forward to the next day, and I looked at the translated version, and found out that not only did he call him Izuku,

Freaking

APOLOGIZED

And I was like “huhhhhhhh”

What happened between now and the most recent anime episodes for this to occur???? For Bakugou to do a complete 180 and apologize????????

Well, I finally got my answers…

_____

November 2021

…when I started reading the manga.

I started from the beginning, cuz I wanted to see Horikoshi’s art style and the extra drawings and all the other stuff…

And when I tell you that Katsuki became a whole new character to me—

First, I read everything about early-on Bakugou— without hearing him yell in his dub voice—and realized “oh wow he really is just a kid with issues and a worldview that he’s now having to change.”

Then, I finally read what happened in that space between moving into the dorms and the beginning of season four (most importantly, DvK2).

Cried.

Then, oh then, I got up to where season five ended and the rest of the manga began.

. . .

Funny thing: back when I read the leaks to ch322, I remember thinking to myself, “huh. what did Bakugou mean by Shigaraki making swiss cheese outta him?”

😦

THE WAY I GASPED

AND THEN CRIED

OH MY FREAKING GOD

That was the moment where i truly ceased to hate Katsuki cuz holy character development batman

Then, of course, we see them in recovery

And then the vigilante arc and apology scene *sobs*

And then I was caught up.

(Btw I finished the entire manga up ‘til ch334 in just over a week. I read for nine days straight. During the school year. My emotions were all over the place goodness gracious I could barely concentrate.)

So that’s how I went from being a Bakugou hater to going “you know what he’s a complex character and he’s slowly becoming a better person” and realizing that he was now one of my fav characters and therefore cursed to die but I’ll talk about that later

Was I now a bakudeku shipper?

Hah nope.

_____

December 2021

I began my dive into the true essence of any fandom: fanfiction.

Over the course of winter break, I had started off with fics that had no romantic pairing (I just wanted to see my boi Izuku), but then somehow stumbled across Mastermind: Strategist for Hire and then read the entirety of the For Want of a Nail series (shoutout to Clouds btw ❤️) cuz I was like “ok whew no bkdk fics” which was my mindset at the time.

But somehow (I can’t even remember how I found it) I came across a bkdk fic. It was called For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin (okay now that I think about it there’s probably a simple explanation lol).

I don’t quite know what compelled me to start reading it, but I did.

And I really liked it.

But not in the “I’ve been converted” kinda way.

It was like an “I shouldn’t be enjoying this why am I enjoying this?” kinda feeling. Like my head says no but my heart says yeah.

A really really really really guilty pleasure.

So, from that day on, whenever I came across any form of bkdk media, I would simultaneously feel discomfort and yet an odd sense of satisfaction.

A snippet of my daily life:

Me: *comes across bkdk fanart on pinterest*

Me: eww

Also me: *stares at it for like five minutes straight*

Me: who even likes this?

Also me: *saves pin to my mha board*

Me: not my ship

Also me: *scrolls down to more like this*

Bless my heart I was in such denial.

_____

July 2022

Bit of a timeskip, but nothing of note really happened in those last six months so here we go.

We’ve gotten to the point in the manga where the final arc is underway and Bakugou is about to KICK SOME BUTT

He’s revealed his Panser Strafe support item and I’m gushing about it to my friend (she kinda fell out of the fandom but still tolerated my rants bless her)

Oh, side note: it was then that I also expressed my concern for Bakugou’s “alive” status

Evidence:

For reference, some of my favorite characters are:

Beth March (Little Women)

John Reese (Person of Interest)

Joss Carter (Person of Interest)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

Fantine (Les Mis)

Eponine (Les Mis)

Jean Valjean (Les Mis)

Simon (Lord of the Flies)

Piggy (Lord of the Flies)

Grace Stone (Manifest)

Bubaigawara Jin — Twice (BNHA)

Wanna guess which of these guys died?

Trick question! It’s all of them (:

Yeah so anyways those following chapters really made me excited and nervous cuz YEAH KICK HIS ASS BAKUGOU but also IZUKUUUUU WE NEED YOU

hah hah.

_____

August 2022

Utterly gobsmacked. Cried. Disbelief. Horrified. Confusion. Anger. Went through the five stages of grief and then some.

Sometimes I hate being right 🥲

But the good thing that came from this was that my positive view of Katsuki only grew after seeing his utter faith in Izuku (and his thoughts being on him in his final moments???? 🥺🥺🥺)

And it was at this point in time where I could admit to myself “you know what? i see it. i see the appeal. i wouldn’t mind this actually becoming canon.”

Did I think that it would actually become canon?? No.

_____

September 2022

I don’t know how I thought Izuku was gonna react to seeing Katsuki’s body on the ground, but GOOD LORD IT WASNT THAT

Even sweet little blind me realized “oh wow he like really feels intense stuff for Katsuki huh”

(But some things I missed—cuz I was still a bit wired for izu*cha—were shigarakis implications “yeah u looooove the present I got u” and the freaking HEART that blackwhip caused??? when Izuku reeled himself back in???? like how did i miss that i read that chapter like fifteen times??)

So this is all to say that I’ve missed any and all actual bkdk hints up until this point. I finally lifted my head out of the izu*cha fog when…

_____

July 2023

…Ochako and Toga had their chat about romance.

The first actual hint was when Ochako had told Toga “I’ll give you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Little blind me became a bit less blind that day, cuz I was like “um. ochako? that— that sounded kinda like a proposal. like. a marriage proposal. ochako??”

And then those chapters just kept getting better!!

Bebe Ochako’s determination???

The Spirited Away moment?????

“I’m envious of your smile”????????

“YOU REALLY THINK IM CUTE?” “THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD” LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭

For the first time, I was looking at the manga without the assumption that izu*cha would be endgame. And it only got better after I…

_____

August 2023

…got Tumblr!!!

Everything was downhill from here folks.

In the best possible way.

I came across some analyses of what was going on with togachako, and consequently led me to some bakudeku analyses. I read them and my goodness they made so much sense.

Like not even just personality-wise!! Those metas brought in actual things Horikoshi said about wanting to go outside the norms of shounen (and about not liking the Naruto ending 💀), and compared bkdk to tropes in different works of fiction, and even discussed how bkdk made sense narratively. They properly convinced me of the ship.

And then for good measure, I reread the manga in its entirety thru a bkdk filter, and lo and behold things took on new meanings and my eyes were opened.

I totally and irrevocably shipped them! And I actually thought they had a chance at being canon!!

(And then I binged so much bkdk fanfiction omg you wouldn’t BELIEVE like I read the ones with the highest kudos first and then just picked the biggest collections I could find and read down the line

It was like being on drugs like each fic gave me more dopamine than the last I was so happy oh my god)

_____

October 2023

And then finally, the day came.

The answer to “is bakugou alive yet?” became a yes.

We screamed. We cried. We jumped for joy. We told bakugou antis to suck it. But most of all, our bkdk hearts soared to see our boys make eye contact with each other for the first time in over a year 🥹

And from that moment on, I truly began to believe that bkdk would indeed become canon.

_____

And so, this concludes my 42672288 page rant about how I came to be a bkdk shipper.

Thank you for reading, and before I go, I want to ask:

How did you guys get into bkdk?

Did you convert over from izu*cha? Or perhaps tododeku? Or maybe kiribaku? Or are you one of the few who have shipped them since the beginning??

In any case, I’m happy you’re here. And while it may have taken me a couple years, I’m happy that I’m here too :)

(and thank you @animelover32456)

113 notes · View notes

starysky1289 · 3 months

Text

Alpha! Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. I'll keep you here PT 2

A/N: Stacie and YN have a PLATONIC relationship! So every time they say ‘ I love you ‘ ( it’s like twice ) they aren’t having a affair or something

" shhh, I know Elizabeth...cmon, let's fall asleep "

You held your daughter close to your chest, as she wailed into the night. You were desperately trying to get her asleep, you knew she was a bother to the other Soroity girls in the house. It had only been a month since she was born, and god could she cry.

" I-I know Elizabeth, it's a lot, it's a lot for mama too....i just need you to sleep, please... maam needs to go with her friends to get her pretty dress...and I'll be getting yours too. You'll be so pretty, just please go to sleep. "

You felt your eyes swell with tears, her wails continuing. God this was too much, you let this happen, you could have done so many things to stop this, but now you were stuck with Vanessa. You had school assignments piling up, and you were getting married in August, only months away.

" y/n...give me her.."

You glanced up, seeing Vanessa figure in the doorway, the little light in Elizabeth's room lit Vanessa green eyes up. She gently walked towards you, taking Elizabeth in her arms, who settled down almost instantly.

"d-does she not like me.?"

" no y/n. She's just had you all day, she wants her mother for a bit. Go lay down, please. I need my girl rested for her huge day tomorrow

Vanessa kissed your forehead gently, and you left the room, laying down in Vanessa bed and falling asleep instantly. Vanessa scent of vanilla and citrus flooded your nostrils, and comforted you as you drifted to sleep.

*~*

" why are you having me take a picture of you y/n, no one can see! "

« Vanessa wants to see the options I like. Then she'll tell me what one matches the theme best. "

It was just you and Stacie, your best friend, in the boutique. You had plenty of elegant gowns lined up on racks for you to try on. Your current one was a ball gown, with lace ruffles and beautiful sequins down the dress.

" what do you mean she's going go see it?? The whole point is she doesn't! "

" I know Stacie...but she just wants it perfect, and these are the only ones with matching baby dresses. Vanessa only wants me, her, and Elizabeth wearing white. It's gotta be perfect. "

Stacie sighed, helping you fluff your dress before standing back to take the photo, and sent it off to Vanessa as you went into the back to change.

" she says no. She wants some sorta sleeve."

" alright! One minute! "

You went for the next dress, with lace lining the edges of the dress, that lead up the chest part in beautiful flowered swirls. It had puffy lace sleeves that only had the cuffs touching your skin. You stepped out of your changing room and onto the small stage in front of Stacie.

" oh, this has to be it. Its gorgeous!! "

" we'll take a picture! Oh I hope she says yes.."

Stacie quickly took a few nice photos of you in the dress, and sent the to Vanessa. Your heart raced with anticipation, you loved this dress, she had to love it, please let her love it.

" she says yes!! She loves it! She says you're absolutely stunning in it and she can't...you can read the rest "

You squealed in joy as you snatched the phone, blushing almost immediately as you read the rest of Vanessa's message.

" Oh it's gorgeous. Yes, 100% yes. God I can't wait to rip it off you after the wedding~ "

You laughed, sending her back a heart as you hugged Stacie tightly, squeezing her into you.

Stacie chuckled, pressing her forehead against yours.

" you seem so happy about all this...are you really? "

You smiled softly, glancing off into mirrors around the boutique.

" I am. S-she's great..really.... an amazing mother to Elizabeth..."

" really? Even though she wasn't there...? "

You looked up at Stacie, nodding silently, still holding your smile.

" she is. She's stayed up late and changed and bottle fed her...she watches her when I have exams...she's such a good mother to her...unlike me…”

" don't say that y/n. You're a wonderful mom..."

You sat down on the small stage,you were exhausted, you could hardly sleep after last night, kept up by the thought you were an awful mother. You couldn't get your a daughter to sleep without help.

" i-i just feel like Elizabeth hates me...she just cries and cries when I hold her, and the other sorority girls complain that she keeps them up, a-and-"

" well if A bunch of girls are annoyed by a baby that's there problem. Vanessa said they could move out for a bit, but they insisted on staying.And Elizabeth is just a baby, she's going to cry. It doesn't make you a bad mom that you need some help with her. It's normal..."

" I just...I feel bad she has to grow up around these people..."

Stacie sat besides you, pulling you into a tight hug, wiping away your tears and pressing her forehead against yours.

" it won't be forever. Vanessa graduated, your almost about to graduate as valedictorian. Do you know how incredible that is. You haven't let this pregnancy stop you. Your passing with flying colors, you get to go on that stage and say ' hey losers, guess who's valedictorian and a mother. ‘ “

You chuckled, hugging her tightly. Stacie was always there for you in your ups and downs.

And she would always be there, she was your child's Godmother, and she swore she'd do anything for her. She'd do anything for you.

" yeah. Yeah. Thank you Stacie....cmon. Let's pay for this dress and go get something to eat. “

You stood up, smiling once more, going back into the changing room to change back. You were valedictorian, and you were about to marry a successful lawyer, with your beautiful daughter. You were loved.

*~*

“ Vanessa Dean Shelly. Are you kidding me??? A huge ass party the day before my finals?? A huge party with our baby in the house?? “

“ relax baby, it’s the last party I’m throwing as president before Bailey takes over. The upstairs is off limits, and- “

“ It dosent matter!! You promised me months ago that you would watch Ellie while I studied!! This is ridicules. “

You turned around and stormed upstairs, grabbing your empty backpack and heading into Elizabeth’s room, packing up her necessities, diapers, bottles, clothes, wipes. Elizabeth was still sleeping when you were done packing, as you quickly dialed Stacie’s number.

“ Hello?? “

“ sorry Stacie, can me and Ellie crash at the dorm? Vanessa’s throwing the big song the year party, and I don’t wan Ellie to be in the house for it. “

“ Seriously?? Your kidding. Alright, I’m coming. Love ya. “

“ love ya to “

You hung up, finishing packing your stuff as you gently picked up Elizabeth, kissing her forehead gently. You placed her in the carrier, slinging the backpack on as you made your way back downstairs, people already beginning to pile in.

“ Yn?? Hell are you doing with Ellie. “

“ we are spending the night at Stacie’s. And we won’t be back till you’re sober. She’ll be here any moment. “

You made your way outside, waiting on the sidewalk. Vanesssa chased after you grabbing your shoulder.

“ C-cmon yn!! Have a drink, relax! You haven’t been in a party for months! “

“ cause I’m taking care of our daughter! Do you remember last time, you were drunk, banging on the door to see her. Your not ok when your drunk. “

Just then, Stacie’s car pulled up. You opened the back door, sliding Ellie in and sitting besides her. Vanessa tried to hold the door open, you could tell she was angry, desperate for you not to go.

“ I’ll cancel the party if it’ll make you happy, ok?? No one’s gonna hurt our baby!! “

“…it’s not the others I’m worried about…”

You finally closed the door, Stacie quickly drove off and you watched Vanessa storm up the steps, kicking a flowerpot off the steps before going inside. You looked down at Ellie, holding her small hand with your finger.

“ I’m sorry Stacie…”

“ don’t be. Your bed is still nice and made, it’ll be like you never left. “

“ yeah…I don’t wanna be a bother again but. Could you maybe…watch Elizabeth while I’m at my final tomorrow…? “

“ yeah! Of course! You have all the stuff, so no problem. “

You looked back down at Ellie, watching her yawn, as she slowly blinked her eyes open to look at you.

“ thank you…”

*~*

You had stayed with Stacie for two days before Vanessa finally called back. Ellie had just ran out of diapers, and you had neglected to pack your own clothes, so you stank in your outfit. Stacie had given you one of her hoodies to borrow, to try and help. You stepped out of her car, Elizabeth in the carrier and the practically empty backpack slung over your shoulder.

Vanessa stood on the front step, watching you as you made your way up to her.

“ give me my daughter. She needs her mother. “

“ My English final went great, thank you for asking. “

You gently handed over the carrier, shoving past and into your bedroom to change. You could hear Vanessa following after you, her presence heavy over you.

“ and burn that hoodie why don’t you. You don’t need to be wearing her clothes. “

“ wow i missed you to Vanessa. Why are we even getting married if your like this. “

“ don’t talk to me like that. Look. “

She turned you around with her open hand, pulling her collar down enough to show off to show off the set of bite marks around the base of her neck.

“ look. You have me this mark, the night after I proposed to you. You did this to show me you loved me. Why are you treating me like this. “

You froze, glancing up at her, then down to Ellie, before at the ground.

“ I’m…I-I’m sorry Vanessa…I was just….stressed about my final. I should sleep on the couch tonight, just so I can cool down…I-i love you. “

You clung onto Vanessa, leaning your head against her. You were a bit…rude lately…you just needed some time to unwind.

“ aww…I love you too sweetheart. I’ll Watch Elizabeth tonight, mkay~? “

“ alright…t-thank you…”

*~*

Finally. Today was the day. You sat in your dressing room as your stylists did your hair and makeup. The pretty wedding dress fit you perfectly, and Ellie was already in hers, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Stacie was nearby as her stylist fixed her up. She was your maid of honor, and one of the few bridesmaids you had.

“ you ready yn? I just got the text there ready when we are. “

“ mhm…a-as ready as I can be…”

You could see Stacie from the corner of your eye. The stylist finished up and left. You gently picked up Elizabeth, holding her at your side as you looked into the mirror. You’ve never looks so pretty, you where gorgeous in the dress.

“ cmon…lemme see Ellie. Your bouquets right there. Remember the plan? “

“ M-mhm…first is Vanessa, then her girls, then my mom will bring down Ellie, then you girls…then I walk down with dad…”

Stacie held your hand, giving you a gentle smile. You returned the smile, squeezing her hand.

“ I love…”

“ no. Don’t say that right now yn. Today’s the day you put all your love onto one girl. Ok? “

You nodded, wiping away your tear before it messed up your makeup. Stacie smiled once more, leaving the room before you and leaving you alone. This was it, the moment you waited for. You were excited, it just felt so. Off.

You were getting married in the most beautiful chapel you’d ever seen. Everyone was coming, even though your family was much larger than Vanessa’s. All your friends and almost every sorority girl was there.

You made your way out into the hall, holding your bouquet of hydrangeas and lilys. The walk down to the entrance felt like it took forever. When you finally walked through, the photographers immediately began to take photos, you pulled your smile onto your face, staying back as everyone else lined up. You could see your mother settling Ellie into the small wagon to bring her down the aisle.

Then the music began. Your smile only grew brighter, you were getting married to the women your loved. You had a beautiful baby girl with her, and an amazing life. You could see Vanessa coming in the other way, blocked by her bridesmaid to not see you. Then she was followed by her girls, then your mother carried Ellie down, then you watched Stacie and the few others, then it was you.

Your father took your arm, giving you a gentle smile. The music began to change, as you made your way down. The eyes of every person in there were on you. It would have scared you if you weren’t so fixed in Vanessa.

She was wearing a gorgeous long Lacey dress, covered in laced flowers and small jewels. Her shoulders and neck were bare and open, with a beautiful rose gold chain around her neck, with a beautiful diamond on it. You could see the mark you left on her, small but deep. She was holding Ellie in one arm, smiling at you as your father let you go, as you stood across from her. Elizabeth turned and reached for you, and you took her with your open hand, as the preacher began to speak.

“ Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today for the holy union of these two lovely souls. Today they are to be united permanently, love bound for eternity. Vanessa, if you’d like to start with your speech. “

Vanessa nodded, clearing her throat before talking. Her green eyes beautifully starring into yours.

“ Y/N L/N, or, shall I say soon to be Y/N Shelly. Sense the moment I saw you in our college class, I knew I had to have you. I knew you would be the one to spend the rest of my life with. I know, we have had our ups and down in our relationship, but, what couple hasent. I’m the luckiest women in the world to be married to a college valedictorian, a wonderful mother of our wonderful daughter. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mate, my wife Y/n. I love you. “

You watched Vanessa get teary eyed, before wipping them quickly. Elizabeth made a small coo, and turned to Vanessa. Everyone let out a small chuckle as Vanessa took Elizabeth back.

“ Y/N, now you may give your speech. “

You cleared your throat, holding Vanessa open hand.

“ V-Vanessa….i know we have had our rough moments. But I’ve seen you grow, and I have grown besides you. I knew that when I first saw you, there was something. Something special about you, and now here we are, with our perfect daughter at this perfect ceremony. I love you. I love you more than I can ever possibly show you. I’m the luckiest to have you as my mate Vanessa. “

The pastor cleared his throat, signaling for a girl to bring up two small cases. He took them both, and opened the first one. Inside sat a gorgeous silver wedding band with the date etched on it. He handed it to you, and you took Vanessa had.

“ Repeat after me,’ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

“ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

You gently slide the ring onto her finger, you could see her smile growing. The pastor took out the next ring, a thinner silver band with the date etched on it.

“ Repeat after me. ‘ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife ‘ “

“ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

Vanessa gently slid the ring onto your finger. You felt your eyes swell with tears, you could latch onto right now if you wanted.

“ And now, with the power vested in me, by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you Wife and Wife, you may now kiss the brides. “

Vanessa turned and handed off Ellie to one of her bridesmaids, and immediately scooped you up, kissing you deeply. The roar of applause and cheers filled the room. She carried you in her arms as you both walked down the aisle. You pulled her face you yours, kissing her deeply.

“ Well, Mrs Shelly, how does it feel to be married to the best women on earth. “

“ I don’t know Nessa, how does it feel~ “

Vanessa laughed, kissing you once again and putting you down. The bridesmaids followed after you, returning Elizabeth to your hands. You both bent down and kissed her small cheeks. You haven’t felt this happy in months, this was the best feeling you’ve had. And now you were married to the best Women ever.

*~*

You sat besides Vanessa at the brides table, she was loudly talking to her friends, laughing about stories from college. Elizabeth sat besides you, gently feeding her the baby food you had brought, not to focused about the atmosphere.

The After-Party was in a beautiful hotel convention room. It was adorn with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, with gorgeous and colorful rose bouquets across every table.

“ Well, Mrs. Shelly, why aren’t you enjoying yourself? “

You glanced up, seeing William standing infront of you, he was dressed ins a deep violet suit, his greying hairs combed back.

“ oh, I’m just feeding Ellie, the party just started, I’ll have time later “

“ you and Vanessa haven’t even had your first dance. Everyone’s waiting. I’ll finish feeding little Elizabeth, and you two have your dance. This is just as much your night as it is hers. “

You smiled, giving and gentle nod as you handed him the rest of the small jar of baby food, letting him pick up Ellie and go back to his seat.

“ nessy….i think it’s time…”

“ Hm? Oh yes! Bailey go tell the band we’re ready. “

Vanessa stood up, taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone went silent, as the slow rhythm of the music filled the room. You held onto both of her hands, as you both gently began to waltz, your eyes locked onto eachothers.

“ Oh..yn you look gorgeous..”

“ your just as stunning Vanessa….i love you..”

Vanessa spun you, before pulling you into her, and kissing you gently. Her Ivy Green eyes glowed in the slight.

“…I love you too..Mi Amor~ “

You chuckled pulling back a Little to sway better.

“ Spanish Vanessa? Rather romantic…it’s still early dear~ “

“ I’ll be very romantic with you later then dear~ “

You felt like you were floating, like no one else was here with you, just you and Vanessa, dancing under the beautiful stars. She was the best thing to happen to you in years, like she has changed everything in one night.

The music stopped, and the clapping started. Vanessa walked you back to the brides table, looking around and beginning to panic slightly.

“ Where’s Ellie!! Where did she go-! “

“ it’s ok!! No worries, William has her, see? “

Vanessa looked over, her eyes like daggers as she saw William feeding Elizabeth.

“ I see. Whatever, just get her back soon. “

“ please, just don’t hate your father for the night. He’s just being helpful, he wants us to have fun. “

“ alright…I still want Ellie back soon..”

You pulled vanessa closer, hugging her arm close to you. Vanessa rolled her eyes, kissing your forehead.

“ I love you YN…I hope your having a good time “

“ I’m having a wonder night Vanessa…thank you so much…I love you. “

Vanessa smiled softly, looking over at the table of her friends who were waving her over.

“ go, we’ll have all night together, go hang out with your friends. “

“ you sure? “

“ positive Vanessa. “

Vanessa smiled, getting up and walking over to her friends. You got up and went over to Stacie, who sat nearby.

“ you having fun? “

“ I am! It’s great. “

“ I’m so happy for you YN. I really am. “

You sat besides Stacie, and began talking about your highschool and college years. You were married to Vanessa, but you both still knew you could be separated at times like this. You glanced over at her, and saw her starring back at you. What a lucky girl you where

*~*

The whole night had been filled with dancing and talking, and amazing food. Vanessa really haven’t wasted a cent on it. You were sitting in front of the vanity in yours and Vanessa’s room, brushing your hair out and prepping yourself for bed. Elizabeth had just gone down, and she was fast asleep. Suddenly, Vanessa rushed through the door, chuckling softly.

“ YN! “

“ Vanessa shh! I just got Ellie down…what’s the matter? “

“ the hostess told me they just finished cleaning up. Cmon, head down with me. “

You tilted your head, standing up and walking over to her. You were wearing simple grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

“ Why? And what about Ellie? “

“ Elizabeth is a heavy sleeper, and it won’t be that long, just cmon! “

Vanessa took your hand, quickly pulling you into the hall and gently shutting the door. You chuckled as she rushed you to the elevator. She must be drunk, she’s never been this excited about something so small.

You both entered the elevator, Vanessa his the lobby button and held your hand tightly. You leaned your head against hers, and with her open hand she turned your head and kissed you gently. You didn’t taste a drop of alcohol on her tongue.

“ your sober Vanessa? “

“ of course I am. Ok I had one drink at the beginning of the after party, but nothing else. “

The elevator dung, and Vanessa quickly rushed you out, heading towards the center your wedding was held in. The hostess smiled and nodded, and Vanessa walked you into the middle of the floor. All the tables had been packed away, it was empty. Just the two of you.

Vanessa pulled her phone out and scrolled through, pulling up the two of yours favorite song. She smiled softly, holding your hips and beginning to sway gently, you followed suit after.

“ I wanted to give you one last dance. Just for you baby. “

“ Vanessa….i-I…”

“ I love you YN Shelly. “

“ I love you more Vanessa Shelly…”

You kissed her gently, and pressed your forehead against hers. The two of you stayed like this the whole song, swaying and humming softly, embracing each other’s love. At the end, Vanessa gave you a twirl, before pulling you into a gentle kiss. You giggled, hugging her tightly.

“ I love you…”

“ I love you more “

Afterwards, Vanessa lead you back through the lobby, up the elevator, and finally back to your room. Elizabeth was still asleep, like nothing had happened. You both snuggled onto the bed, hugging eachother tightly.

“ sleep well yn. I hope you have the best dreams…”

“ you too Vanessa….thank you…”

Vanessa kissed your head as your drifted away to slumber. The last things you heard her say was a simple.

“…thank you….”

*~*

“ Baby…get up…”

“ Vanessa…? “

“ fuck…I’m so hard baby…”

You groggily rubbed your eyes, sitting up and seeing Vanessa sat up in bed, panting slightly with a visible tent in her boxers.

“ I-I couldn’t sleep and I let myself daydream about…about how sexy you looked in that wedding dress…a-and I’m..I’m so hard yn…please…”

Vanessa whined softly, you blushed lightly as the sight. You gently pulled down her boxers, taking her girth in your hand, stroking it gently.

“ shh…I’ll take care of you nessa~ “

“ Please…I-i need my pretty omega…”

You smiled, tossing off your sweats and panties, stabbing her hips.

“ wet already? “

“ well when you get all hot and bothered like this I can’t help myself Vanessa…”

You grinded slightly against her length, before placing your arms over her shoulders and letting yourself slip onto it.

“ o-oh fuck vannessa~ “

“ Y-Yn~ “

Vanessa gripped your thighs, holding onto you as you bounced on her cock. Her ivy eye where the only thing glowing in the room, just you two in darkness, loving eachother with such force, such dedication.

“ S-so big nessy…p-please give me more…”

“ you want m-more princess~? “

“ P-pretty please…”

Vanessa smirked, flipping you backwards. She threw your legs over your shoulders, and thrusted hard into you. You let out a shrill moan, before quickly covering you mouth.

“ yeah, that’s it…keep quiet for me baby…I-I’ll fuck this pussy nice and good…”

Vanessa continued her pace, kissing up and down your neck, leaving small marks every now and then. Your moans were muffled but audible, fuck she was big. And you got to keep her all to yourself now, what a lucky little omega you were.

“ v-Vanessa…p-please…”

“ F-Fuck! Take it…take my pretty load and keep it in your pretty cunt all night long…like a good slut~ “

Vanessa’s thrusts grew faster, as she gripped your sides to hold you better. You cried out louder, as Vanessa’s muffled you with a kiss.

“ cum with me…show me how much you love me YN Shelly. “

“ F-fuck…I-I….i love you n-nessa- F-FUCKKKK “

You cried out as your came, feeling Vanessa thrust in again, her hot load following after.

“ that’s it….you like being filled with my pups don’t you slut~ “

You were too exhausted to answer, panting heavily as you expected her to continue.

“ I won’t push you…rest…but next time we aren’t stopping. I love you YN. “

Vanessa kissed your forehead, pulling out slowly and laying besides you, pulling you into her arms as you drifted asleep once again in her strong, loving arms.

*~*

“ Yn Get up. We have to get ready for brunch. Make sure Ellie’s changed and dressed. “

You yawned, sitting up in the comfy hotel bed, your legs still hurt from last night. Vanessa was up and in her new dress already. You were groggy, exhausted from the day prior.

“ where are you going nessa….”

“ I’m going to the restaurant early to make sure the buffet is set up perfectly. Dont worry, I’ll be back to get you two. Your dress is hanging in the bathroom, Elizabeth’s is there too. I’ll be back “

Vanessa made her way to the door, looking back at you before leaving. You sighed, sitting up and heading into the next room, Ellie was still asleep.

“ heavy sleeper huh? Even after last night. Pft…cmon baby girl, let’s get you all pretty “

You lifted her up and carried her into the next room, and as soon as you did she stared crying.

“ no no shh…shh its ok Elizabeth…mamas gonna get you all pretty for yummy breakfast. “

You bounced her in your arms, looking out the window. You could see the whole city from the top floor. Thats when it hit you. Vanessa was elsewhere, you were with your crying baby, it was just like months ago.

You sighed, turning to head into the bathroom. You loved Vanessa with all your heart, but she was a busy woman. She could clearly make time for you, like last night. But maybe she just needed to be busy.

But she had kept her promise. She kept you here. And you weren’t all to upset about it. She loved you, even if she couldn’t alway show it. And you definitely loved her.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #vanessa shelly smut #alpha!vanessa #omega!reader #omegaverse #sorry i was gone #but I hope this is good!! love you all!!

66 notes · View notes

reallyromealone · 11 months

Text

Uncanny Valley reader 7

Warning nsfw

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

(Name) stood before his plush toys with an intensity Rans never seen before, he never thought this would be the thing (name) would be so stuck on but here (name) was.

"How about this, what ones are you less stressed about cleaning when I bend you and fuck you" Ran whispered in (name)s ears and watched the man straighten up a bit, back stiff and Ran smirked at his reaction as he grabbed his non rare stuffed toys that could easily be washed and wandered back to the bedroom and set them down on the bed.

Rans penthouse--- their penthouse was less showroom and more homey, the cats enjoying the sunlight from the large windows and Ran placed (name)s throw blankets around when the man was hesitant to take up space.

Rindō was already being an annoying sibling to (name), he could see how (name) and ran looked at one another, (name)s looks far more discreet than Rans blatant love struck expression whenever he looked or thought of (name).

Rindō and Ran also bought (name) clothes, casual clothes that matched the man's love of cute things.

"Maybe you could wear this... In the bedroom" Ran asked (name) while he hugged him from behind, the information broker looking at the maids dress "this isn't very good night wear" (name) said to him almost like he was stupid and ran chuckled "not for sleeping smart ass" Ran said groping the others hips "what...Oh" (name) said with realization and ran didn't miss the slight blush on the man's face "perhaps" he said letting ran pull him close "yeah? Gonna let me dress you up all pretty and fuck you good?" Ran said sneaking his hand up (name)s shirt to fondle his flesh and kiss his neck "can I introduce something to the bedroom?"

Ran wasn't expecting to be tied up while (name) touched the pretty ribbons "shibari? Who knew you were so kinky" ran teased as (name) kissed him "you look good like this" (name) said methodically as he traced rans tattoo "you look pretty good too, lower the top for me baby" ran commanded his boyfriend who did so and Ran suck on his chest while (name) stroked his cock, the two had a very fun time experimenting sexually.

(Name) had taken the time to deep dive into things sexually and Ran was more than happy to test those curiosities.

Ran had the memory of (name) hung up by ropes getting fucked by ran and fucking a flashlight in his mental spank bank forever.

(Name) rubbed their cocks together and both men let out soft breaths of pleasure as ran moved to kiss (name) and slipped his tongue in, enjoying seeing his boyfriend so flushed and needy.

Though Ran wasn't much better.

Bonten was persistent but (name) had a way to deter them.

"August sixth, 2004" (name) said simply as he looked Kakucho dead in the eyes "kakucho couldnt find a--""Ok! Thats enough" kakucno said shutting (name) up "you have made your point" he said seriously "really because im more than happy to talk about april fourth 20-""NO!"

They forgot (name)s profession.

He could find anything about anyone.

He found people who were "dead" god knows what he could find about criminals like them.

It was impressive truly.

(Name)s office was bare, no personal affects and the bare minimum.

Everything he needed on: 3 usb sticks, an external hardrive and his laptop, All secured in a triple armored safe hidden not in his office but around bonten itself. His other laptop hidden under a fake flooring in the penthouse. He had dirt on politicians to average people, he had reason to be paranoid with it all, the computer fundamentally impossible to hack into from everything he had done to it along with his phone.

(Name) was truly valuable and even more terrifying with the advancements bonten had given him, the reach he had was horrifying.

(Name) never looked real, somehow he always looked slightly photoshopped when conducting business "I-I swear I have nothing" a traitor cried out as (name), Sanzu and Rindō stood around for "questioning" as (name) looked absolutely unsettling "you signed your life to Bonten yet you betray the thing that keeps you alive" (name) said simply as he pulled out a binder "you die regardless though I should tell you, did you know you had a daughter?"

"W-what?"

"Yes, a daughter... With that woman you loved? What was her name... Ah yes Yuu" (name) said and the man looked wide eyed "they are coming tomorrow to see you, so she could introduce you to your daughter and maybe start a new life..."

"No..."

"Yes and you threw all that away because like the grub worm you are, you branded yourself a traitor" (name) smiled softly, not uncomfortable but sadistic "it will be quite tragic... What they will see"

"Food?" (Name) looked curious at the food Ran was preparing as he returned home, it was Rans day off and he decided to surpise his boyfriend "it is, thought you might be hungry" (name) looked VERY interested in it and Ran let him taste and it was worth it as his reaction was pure bliss "go set the table its almost done"

(Name) set the table quietly as ran put the food into (bowls/serving plates) and set it down.

"whens your birthday?" Ran asked curiously as he looked at the daily horoscopes "I dont have one" (name) shrugged as if it were nothing and ran looked genuinely startled at this "how do you not have a birthday?!"

"I don't have any family to tell me, the people I grew up around didnt care about those things"

They spoke in snippets about his past, it was vague and confusing and left ran with more questions than answers.

"... why not make today your birthday?"

"How would we know its my birthday?"

"How would we know its not?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #ran x reader #ran x male reader #uncanny valley

232 notes · View notes

e-nonsense · 2 years

Text

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

⇢ *ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟʟꜱ*

You had no idea where Jason had slipped off to. It would be pretty hard to just disappear, especially when this whole gala was for and about him.

16th of August, had come around fast and you found yourself in need of a gift for your boyfriend. You wanted something special and meaningful, something that would last and remind him that he is loved.

You two had been dating before his death and resurrection and when he came back thing were a little rocky, neither of them really coming to term with his death. But that had been a year ago and now you two were stable and happy, never fighting - a small argument here and there - he made sure to come back to you every night, worrying when you stopped sleeping because of nightmares and worry.

Back to the gift topic, you knew he hated grand gestures so Bruce and Dick were a no, Tim sucked at relationships and Damian was to young to know anything about that stuff, you would’ve asked Alfred but he had a lot on his shoulders.

So naturally you went to his best friend Roy Harper. Things between the two of you had been awkward, you to had hooked up once at a bar, both apparently sober enough to remember everything that happened that night - yes you both got over it and told Jason, he was shocked and didn’t talk to either of you for a couple of days. But you still got lots of okay advice, in the end you brought a ring, black with a singular red line and red on the inside.

After minutes that felt like an eternity, you found him in the garden on the grass with Ace’s head on his thigh, Jason’s hand scratching his head. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, the moonlight making his green eyes sparkling, the lighting from the moon made his hair look shiny, his jacket discarded behind him, he was breath taking.

You walked softly, bending down a little to pick up his jacket, nervously playing with the small ring box in hand. You lowered yourself tot the floor beside him, his head coming down onto your shoulder, inhaling your scent. “Hi sweetheart”

“Hi baby” your voice low and soft, turning your head softly to kiss his head. “Didn’t get to see you all night”

“sorry, running from the questions ,you know” wrapping his free arm around your waist.

You hummed in acknowledgment “well I have a question, you don’t have to answer it, now or we can pretend it never happened, don’t wanna make it awkward. Jay, oh god-”

“Sweetheart it’s alright, ask away”

“How do I do this- right okay, Jay look at me please”

He lifted his head and looked towards you, soft smile showing you how tired he was.

Okay this is it- fuck I forgot to ask Bruce for permission, oh yeah I asked Alfred

Sliding the back towards yourself from under his suit jacket, opening the box to see the red and black ring “Jason Todd, I love you so much and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, but I know whatever it is I what to do it with you. So will you marry me?”

Now it was his turn to stumble over his words going speechless.

“Sorry, I knew this was a bad idea” before you could start insulting Roy and yourself Jason had pulled you into a kiss, it didn’t last very long but it told you everything you needed to know. Breaking away from him, you pulled the ring out of the box took his hand in yours and slipped the ring onto his ring finger.

ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ:

“They what?!” Bruce’s voice echoed louder than usual causing all the Wayne resident to come into the kitchen.

“They proposed- wait they didn’t ask you?”

“No-”

“Who proposed?” Damian asked

“Fuck-” all their heads turned to you. All of a sudden your slippers seemed interesting.

“Y/n explain” Bruce’s words stern as ever

You had never been this happy to see and hear Alfred as you were now “They asked for my permission”

“And why is that Y/n?”

“Well Jay’s always been closer to Alfred so I asked him before I asked Jason to marry me”

You were in for a big talk from every single one of Jason’s family.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #enzo writes [📝]

541 notes · View notes

herrmannhalsteadproduction · 3 months

Text

Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Road Trip, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing, Eventual Happy Ending

Chapter One

Monday, August 31st, 2015

Sam

Dr. Fredericks sat in the cushy armchair across from him; the picture of calm compared to Sam’s jiggling knee and hands that didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves.

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here, Officer Kent,” she began. That was probably supposed to be some kind of a soft lob of an opener, but god, what a loaded question.

“Well, uh—” Sam took a shaky breath. “Sergeant Platt said that, uh, the department had someone for people to talk to after—after tough calls and that I might want to consider it. And that…”

Dr. Fredericks nodded gently. “And?”

“She said that walking in on a scene like that—you saw the file, right?” Sam slumped back in relief at her nod. He knew they’d be going over it all eventually, but knowing that she’d read it made starting this conversation that much easier. “She said walking into a scene like that is hard enough, but it’s that much worse when—when your loved ones are involved. Your family.”

He swallowed hard against the painfully fresh memories of that day.

“She said it wasn’t required or anything and maybe I was fine, but, uh—” Sam gripped at the armrests of his chair, hoping that would make his hands stop shaking. “But in her experience, it could be helpful and I talked to my partners about it and we all thought it would be a good idea for me to try because—because I’m not.”

“You’re not what, Sam?” The question was asked so softly, he could almost forgive it for how thoroughly it was cracking him open.

“I’m not fine,” he choked out. “None of us are and it feels like—like we never will be again.”

“What constitutes as fine is always a bit of a moving target after a trauma like you and your family have been through,” she said.

Images of Emery in her hospital bed flashed through his brain.

Still going through, really.

“Being willing to talk about it is a good first step,” Dr. Fredericks continued. “And not an easy one, either. You might not be okay right now, Sam, but be proud of yourself for that.”

He jerked his chin in a nod, not trusting himself to speak as he let that sink in.

A first step.

One of many, probably.

Shit.

Okay.

“So, how, uh—how do we do this?”

***

Will

It was early, seven am or so, but time never really meant much in a hospital anyway. The sounds of people bustling around in the hallway was muffled slightly by the door.

And by the snores coming from Jay on the couch.

Connor had left a few minutes ago to check in on Emery. Bex was asleep in the bed beside him—a bit restless, but that was better than what he’d seen of her every time he’d woken up throughout the night. The stomach issue side effects of a concussion were hitting her hard.

Chris and Mouse were sitting in chairs beside her, talking quietly. Probably trying to make plans since she was scheduled to be discharged today.

Will was not.

And look—he was a doctor! He understood all of the hows and whys of this, but holy hell was he already tired of staying in bed and resting.

He was tired.

He was in pain which was also pissing him off.

…and he was really thirsty.

Will snuck another glance at Mouse and Chris, but they both looked exhausted and very wrapped up in their intense little conversation.

Jay was still completely sacked out.

His cup was right there on the bedside table. He knew there was water in it. Connor had poured some for him before he left.

It wasn’t that far. Will could reach it…if he stretched…carefully…just a little bit more and maybe if he twisted—

There was a little pop as a ripple of pain went through Will’s abdomen. He looked down to see a small patch of red bloom through his hospital gown.

Well, shit.

***

Jay

No one was allowed to say anything about Jay being a bad patient ever again.

Ever.

“Stay in bed means stay in bed, Dr. Halstead,” Jenna, their nurse for the day chastised Will as she finished administering his medication. “You know that better than most patients.”

“I was just trying to get my cup,” Will began, cut off by Jay’s snort.

“There’s three people in here who could’ve grabbed it for you, man,” Jay said. “You didn’t have to pop a stitch—”

“Two stitches,” Connor piped up from where he was sprawled in the arm chair, eyes half closed as his head lolled against the arm rest.

Jenna flashed two fingers at Will with a pointed look.

“Right,” Jay said. “Two stitches. They’re gonna take your doctor cred if you keep this up.”

“It’s actually pretty on brand for doctors,” Jenna muttered.

“I know! Okay? I’m sorry.” Will slumped back against his pillows with a wince. “I’ll be more careful.” He gave Jenna a contrite little grin that actually seemed to work on her. “I promise.”

“We’ll be holding you to that,” she said, smiling back at him. “Now rest.”

Will raised his arm to give her a salute, only to lower it quickly, curling his hand into a fist as he hissed. “Ow.”

Idiot. Jay barely managed to hold back an affectionate snort. He and Jenna had to maintain a united front.

Jenna shook her head, shooting a glance at Jay as she headed out the door. “Keep an eye on him, will you?”

Jay managed to knock off an actual salute, ignoring the sneaky middle finger Will was giving him. “You’re getting me in trouble with the nurses,” he whispered at Will. “Aren’t we supposed to be trying to stay on their good side?”

“Yes,” Will and Connor replied in unison.

“So, no more messing around, okay?” He pointed a stern finger at Will who nodded sheepishly.

Seriously. He was so much worse than Jay had ever been. At least Bex was behaving herself.

Although that might be the concussion.

Jay frowned to himself, peeking at the other side of the room where Chris was talking with Bex while Mouse hovered close by. His radar started pinging at how serious they both looked.

“Psst.” Will motioned for him to come closer and Jay made his way around to the left side of the bed. Will ‘pssst’d at him again so he leaned in a bit.

“Jay.” Will looked up at him with wide, definitely drugged up eyes.

“Yes, Will.”

“Pass me my cup?”

Jay shook his head at the sound of smothered laughter coming from Connor’s chair. “Yes, I’ll pass you your friggin’ cup,” he said. “I’ll even put more water in it for you.”

“Thank you, Jay.”

He watched to make sure Will didn’t spill all over the place before taking the cup back and returning it to the bedside table.

“Chris, you’re not listening to me!” Bex’s raised voice caught both of their attention.

“I am, but you’re not thinking straight—”

A groan from Bex cut him off as she closed her eyes, rubbing at her forehead. “Just stop.”

“Hey.” Jay made his way over to their side of the room. “What’s going on?”

“Bex’s being stubborn,” Chris sighed and Mouse exchanged an uneasy look with Jay behind his back.

“I’m not—” Bex took a shuddery breath and started again. “I just want to go home, Chris.”

“You can’t,” he said, gearing himself up. “Not alone. You’re in no shape to take care of yourself. We can move the kids around temporarily and get you set up—”

“No!”

Chris jerked back at Bex’s tone and Jay stepped closer to the bed, making room for Connor to come and join their little huddle.

Bex looked up at the four of them, tears forming in her eyes as she let out a frustrated huff. “I just—I can’t—”

Jay crouched down beside her, reaching out to take her hand in his. “Whatever you need, we’ll make it work.”

“…I don’t want the kids to see me like this,” she whispered. Chris deflated, as gut-punched by her words as the rest of them. Jay understood. She—she looked rough still. Almost worse now that all of her bruises were blooming across her skin. “And I love you guys, Chris, but I need to be in my own space. My own bed. I’ll be okay. I can—”

Jay made eye contact with Mouse and knew without a word they were on the same page. “Mouse and I will stay with her,” he said. “We can talk to Voight and do whatever we need to make our schedules work so that one of us is always there.”

“Don’t you need to be here with Will?” Chris asked, shaking his head, already dismissing the idea. “Connor’ll need help—”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I can handle him on my own.” Connor jerked a thumb over at Will who was completely passed out and drooling on his pillow. He grinned when that got a little giggle out of Bex. “We’ve got people here who can help out,” Connor said. “Jenna’s probably going to tie him down at some point so that’ll make things easy.”

“I know you’re joking,” Jay said. “But I think she actually might.”

“Oh, I’m only like, fifty percent joking about that,” Connor laughed. “But I’m serious about it being fine. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Chris said, raising his hands in surrender. “If you can make sure someone’s always there, I’ll trust you and leave you to it. But—” He pointed a stern finger at Jay, Mouse, and then Bex. “Cindy and I’ll be stopping by regularly. No arguments about that.”

“No arguments,” Bex agreed.

“Alright.” Chris slapped at his knees as he stood. “Let’s break you out of this joint.”

***

Chris

Chris left the room under the excuse of tracking down Bex’s discharge paperwork, but ducked down the first quiet hallway he found. He tried to take a slow and steady breath as he leaned against the wall, but it came out in one harsh exhale.

Christ.

He pressed his palms against his eyes and cursed at himself. Get it together, Herrmann.

Bex was the one who went through a trauma. He had to respect her needs—respect her choices—even if the thought of not being able to keep an eye on her 24/7 until every one of those horrific bruises faded away made him feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.

He rubbed at his face, swiping away any evidence of tears. He could be okay with this because this was Jay and Mouse they were talking about. They were probably going to be even bigger…what was it Bex and Jay always say?

Mama chickens.

Chris chuckled to himself as he straightened up, shaking his head.

Right. Jay and Mouse were going to be huge mama chickens about this and he and Cindy could check in as often as they needed.

Which he would be doing with that key that Bex gave him when she first moved it.

So there.

His brain settled as numerous plans for check-ins and meal drop-offs began to form. Maybe he could talk Cindy into making a spreadsheet or something. Chris nodded. Yeah, they could make this work.

But first, the promised discharge papers.

He set off with renewed purpose, ready to get the ball rolling on his promise to spring Bex.

***

Bex

Jay left shortly after Chris, saying something about packing up enough stuff to stay at Bex’s for awhile and promising to stop by Mouse’s place to grab some things for him as well.

She waved him off and settled back against her pillows, trying not to wince as she was well aware of the two sets of eyes still on her.

“Hey.” Mouse pulled up a chair and sat beside her. “Are you okay with this plan?” he asked quietly. “We kind of steamrollered you there.”

“No, it’s good,” she said. “I just—I can’t be at Chris and Cindy’s, but Chris is right. I probably shouldn’t be alone. If you and Jay don’t mind—”

“Not even a little bit.” Mouse jumped right in with that. He reached out to squeeze the fingers the were poking out of her cast. “I’m glad, uh, you—thank you for letting us. For letting us help.”

“Will, no—” Connor’s voice cut through their moment. “Let me get your cup. You are ridiculous. Don’t make those eyes.”

Bex met Mouse’s eyes and they both barely managed to push back their giggles.

“Hey,” Mouse whispered, leaning in. “Can I sign your cast?” He pulled a black Sharpie out of his pocket and waggled it at her.

“Where'd you get that?”

He grinned. “I have my ways.”

“Okay, keep your secrets.” Bex stretched her arm out along the bed. “Have at it.”

She closed her eyes, listening to him hum softly as the marker scratched over her hard cast. They’d finally put it on last night after another round of being poked and prodded and scanned. They weren’t worried about her internal bleeding anymore—yay—but her concussion symptoms were rearing their ugly head.

Chris and Cindy had picked up a pile of delicious food and she hadn’t been able to eat any of it. Her stomach was off. Everything tasted weird and gross. Jay even went and grabbed her more French fries, but she couldn’t even make it through one bite.

It was like, everything from Friday to Sunday felt so unreal and now reality was creeping back in, sharpening everything up, and Bex was completely weighed down.

By pain and exhaustion and all of the medication and now freaking nausea. She couldn’t wait to go home to her own bed and, well, probably continue to have crap sleeps, but at least it would be quieter and comfier there.

“There.” She opened her eyes to see Mouse capping the marker and gesturing at her cast with a proud flourish. On the inside of her wrist was a doodle of a tiny mouse.

“I love it,” Bex said and he quirked his little grin at her.

“Okay, campers,” Chris said, charging back into the room. “It’s go time.”

“Finally,” Will sighed and both Chris and Connor were on him in a flash.

“Not you,” Chris said, shaking his head.

“If you move from that bed,” Connor began. “I swear—”

“Jeez, can’t a guy make a joke?” Will help up his hands.

“Probably would have landed better two stitches ago,” Mouse said.

“Now that,” Chris grinned, pointing at Mouse. “That’s a joke.”

“You guys are jerks,” Will grumbled. “Bex, remember me when you’re on the outside.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you pout,” Connor said. He leaned in to kiss Will’s forehead, giving him another on the lips when he tilted his face up for more. “Now cut it out.”

Will didn’t stop pouting, but at least he stayed in bed while Mouse and Chris helped Bex out of hers. Cindy had already helped her get cleaned up and dressed earlier that morning. She was definitely going to have to figure out some kind of system for that once she got home.

Moving slowly, because wow walking didn’t feel that great, she made her way over to Will and gave him a careful hug goodbye.

“I’ll see you soon,” she promised. If he could manage to keep himself out of trouble, he should be out in a few more days. Then they could all be at home together.

She was in the middle of hugging Connor when Jenna showed up at the door with a wheelchair. “Hospital policy,” Jenna said cheerfully. “We take you right to the door.”

Mouse and Chris hovered as she carefully got into the chair, giving her a flash of what the next week or two was going to be like. She might as well put the hovering to good use.

“Chris.” Bex reached out to touch his arm before he could move around and start pushing the wheelchair. “I want to make to see her before we go. Please.”

Every single person around her got a pinched look on their face at that request and she knew, okay? She knew that Emery was in bad shape and seeing her was going to be hard, but there was no way she was leaving her before doing that.

She needed Emery to hear her voice. To know they were both still here.

And that she had to keep it that way.

“Okay,” Chris sighed. “Hold on tight. Herrmann Express is leaving the station.”

He looked down at her expectantly.

“Yeah, I’m not—”

“Choo choo,” Mouse offered helpfully.

“Good enough for me,” Chris said as he wheeled them out of the room.

***

Mouse

Watching Bex sit beside Emery’s bedside, holding her friend’s limp hand as she talked to her—it was…rough. Mouse couldn’t stop thinking about how that could have been Bex too.

Or worse, that Bex might not have even made it to the hospital.

But she did make it, he reminded himself. And she was hurt, but she was going to be better and he and Jay would be there every step of the way.

“Her stats are better,” a voice popped up beside him. He looked over to see Kira, Bex and Emery’s friend standing between him and Chris. She’d given up her seat when they’d arrived so Bex could have a visit, claiming it was a good time for a coffee run.

“Emery’s stats,” she clarified, sipping at her to go cup. “They’re not great, but they’re better so…that’s something.”

“Have they said anything about when they’ll start bringing her off the sedation?” Chris asked.

“Maybe in the next day or two,” Kira said. “I’ll keep you guys posted.”

“Appreciated.” Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. They kept watch for a while longer, clocking when Bex started to flag and starting the slow process of actually getting her to leave.

Eventually, they managed to get her out of the hospital and into Mouse’s car. There was no way they would have been able to get her into Jay’s truck which was he drew the ‘go pack up their shit’ short straw.

After Chris had triple-checked that Bex was safely buckled in, he finally stepped back and shut the car door. He gave Mouse a measured look. “Take care of her,” he said.

“Every minute,” Mouse promised.

“I’ll be stopping by too so no funny business or walking around in your underoos or anything like that,” Chris said, jumping when Bex banged on the car window, scowling up at him. “Ooh, I did not think she could hear me. Okay, okay, I’m going.” He blew a quick kiss at Bex before quickly jogging off to the van. “Be seeing you!”

Mouse waved him off and got into the driver’s seat, ignoring the grumbling coming from the passenger side. “Let’s get you home.”

Bex let out a quiet sigh at that. “Please.”

The drive was surprisingly quiet. They were in that after-commute window and it seemed like a light day for construction. Mouse kept the radio off, mindful of Bex’s headaches, and focused on getting them there. Bex didn’t make a peep for the longest time. When he glanced over at the next red light, she was slumped against the back of the seat, totally passed out.

He was tempted to just keep driving and let her sleep for as long as she could, but she had to have some kind of internal radar because as soon as they got close to her street, she started to stir.

“We almost there?”

“Almost,” Mouse said, turning down her road and pulling into the parking lot. “Hang on, I’ll help you out.” He got out and dashed around to her side of the car. Working too quickly for her to argue about it, Mouse opened the door and undid her seatbelt. He carefully helped her out of the car, cataloguing every wince she tried to hide. Getting her upstairs was going to be a battle.

“Bex,” Mouse said, trying to figure out how to broach the subject as best he could. “I think, uh, don’t get mad, okay?”

“What?” She frowned faintly at him, swaying a bit before leaning against the car.

Crap. He did some quick math in his head. She was definitely due for another round of pain pills too. He really needed to get her upstairs. “Will you let me carry you in?” he asked, biting the bullet and putting it out there. “It’s far and I know—”

“You want to what?” “Uh, carry? You?”

Bex squinted at him and then groaned. “You know what? Go for it.” She raised her good arm and Mouse didn’t wait for her to second guess it before scooping her up gently into his arms.

“This okay?” She’d winced again when he’d picked her up, but she settled, wrapped her good arm around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” she said. “Hurts, but not as bad as walking did.”

Jay chose that moment to pull into the lot, doing a double take as he drove past them. He parked quickly and jogged over to meet them at the front door. “Everything okay?”

“Just getting Bex upstairs,” Mouse said. “Figured we could come down for everything else later.”

Understanding crossed Jay’s face as he checked his own watch, realizing where they were in the schedule. “Good idea.” He went ahead, getting the doors and managing the elevator, then opening the apartment door.

The place was a little musty after not having anyone around for the last couple of days, but Jay turned the air on and it started to clear up quickly.

Mouse set Bex down and she already seemed more relaxed by being in her own space.

“You hungry?” he asked and she made a face. “Bex, you need to eat.”

“I know, but everything tastes awful and I feel so pukey—” She stopped when she looked up and met his eyes, sighing at whatever she’d seen in them. “I’m sorry, I know I need to eat.”

He didn’t want to guilt trip her, but she really did need to eat, especially with the kind of meds she was one. “Maybe a bit of toast now? And we could try soup later?”

Between the two of them, they managed to gently bully her through a piece of toast, taking her medicine, and into trying for a nap. After getting her tucked into bed, Mouse closed the door to her room, leaning against it with a sigh. Jay was waiting for him in the hall.

“She asleep?”

“Not yet,” Mouse said. “But close.”

They stood there in silence for a moment.

“Think we can do this without fucking up?” Jay asked.

“Gonna try.” Mouse pushed away from the door and headed toward the kitchen because that was it. He was gonna try. No matter what. “You have any idea how to make real soup?” he asked Jay over his shoulder.

“No, but that’s what Google’s for, yeah?”

Mouse laughed, smiling as Jay hip-checked past him into the kitchen and started rooting around the cupboards.

Okay. Plan of attack.

Figure out how to make soup. Bring their stuff up. Make soup. Feed the soup to Bex.

It was a start, at least.

“Hey, do you think this carrot is salvageable?”

Right, soup.

***

Bex

A quiet knock on her door was the only warning she got before Jay poked his head in. “Hey,” he whispered. “Ready to get up?”

“Not really,” she grumbled, keeping her eyes closed.

“So, does that mean you don’t want to go see Emery and Will?”

He laughed when she shot up out of bed. “I’m up, I’m up,” she said. “Give me two minutes to change.” He left her to it and she changed into fresh clothes in record time. She grabbed the door handle, pulling it open and stepped out—

Into the hallway of the hospital. The ICU floor. “Jay?” she called out, but there was no answer. The only sound was a flat whine coming from one of the rooms.

A sound she was way too familiar with.

One that made her stomach fill with dread and panic and—

She found herself moving toward the noise, pulled toward a doorway, into a room.

“No,” Bex whispered.

Will and Emery, lying side by side in twin hospital beds, motionless as the monitor screamed out the flatline behind them.

“NO!”

“You did this.” Connor stepped toward her from the side of the room. “You were too slow. Too weak. You didn’t save them.”

“I tried—”

“You let them die,” Connor snapped out at her. He looked down at his own chest where growing patches of red were forming, blood starting to run down it in little rivers. “This is your fault.”

“Connor!” She screamed as he fell to his knees, eyes staring out at nothing. “No. No, no, no! Help!” Bex turned back out to the hall, searching for someone, anyone. She spotted someone lying on the floor a few feet away.

It looked like—

No.

Bex ran, falling to her knees beside him and carefully turning him over. Chris flopped back, dried blood crinkling the side of his shirt. His lips were blue. Eyes as empty as Connor’s.

And Will’s.

And Emery’s.

“I need HELP!” Bex yelled into the empty hallway. “Please. Someone, please help!”

“It’s too late, Bex.”

She whirled around to see Mouse falling to his knees as blood poured out of his mouth.

“There’s no one left to help,” he gasped before collapsing to the floor. Behind him, the hallway was filled with bodies.

Jay. Cindy. Uncle Bo. Uncle Mouch. Trudy. Matt. Gabby. Shay. Kelly. Kevin. Adam. Kim. Sylvie. Otis. Joe. Kira. Malia. Sam. Everyone.

All of them.

Every single person she loved.

Dead.

“This is your fault,” Ty said, slamming a knife into her chest and pinning her to the wall.

Bex woke up with a gasp, doubling over as pain throbbed through her at the sudden movement. She couldn’t—where was—they were all—

No.

She took a shaky breath.

Then another.

Slow.

Waiting out the panic.

It was a dream. It wasn’t real. They were all alive.

It wasn’t real.

Bex carefully let herself lie back against her pillows and ran her good hand over her cheeks, wiping away the tears. “It wasn’t real,” she reminded herself.

A knock on her door had her jolting again. Heart pounding.

“Bex?” Jay called before he cracked the door open. “You awake?”

“Um, yeah,” she croaked out. “Just now.”

He poked his head inside, peering at her. “You okay?”

She took in the sight of him, alive and okay, but with massive bags under his eyes and concerned lines etching across his face. Stress and exhaustion seeping out of his bones.

This is your fault.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Sure about that?”

“Yes,” Bex said firmly, willing away her headache and sore ribs for long enough to flash him a convincing smile. “I’m okay…and I believe I was promised soup?”

He grinned back and started in on what had apparently been an epic soup-making adventure with Mouse. Bex let his words wash over her, pushing away the remnants of her nightmare.

See?

Fine.

Click here to read Chapter Two. Click here to read Chapter Three. Click here to read Chapter Four.

Click here to read Fine is a Four-Letter Word on ao3:

And here is the tag list (let me know if you wish to be added or removed):

@sorry-i-spaced, @iunnowatuwant, @thegirlwhowishedeveryonelived, @ivyalmighty, @thewannabewriter, @lexhalstead3, @multifandomgrl08, @foxes-and-cats, @sensitivemallysix, @thebewingedjewelcat, @emme-looou,

21 notes · View notes

sailoryooons · 2 years

Note

for the yoongi request!!!

basically him and reader get locked out from just anywhere of your choosing. somehow they fall into a deep talk where yoongi then proceeds to reveal he's never gotten head before... and well... whatever you want to happen make it happen ;) [leaving a lot up to you cause i know u can with your genius ass brain]

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❀ Summary: You've been friends with Yoongi for as long as you remember. When he tells you he's never - and he means never - received oral in his life, you take it upon yourself to lend a mouth hand

❀ Word Count: 2,704

❀ Genre: pwp, friends to lovers (implied)

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (male receiving), spit and cum play, deep throating, Yoongi is a shy mess, implications to previous hookups, recreational drinking if you squint

❀ Published: August 10, 2022

❀ A/N: Lati baby, I am so glad you requested this. Your mind is elite and I expect nothing less from my wife. I’m so sorry I’m posting this after your mini-hiatus / going back to school – please take this as my apology. I completely forgot the part about being locked out somewhere when I wrote this pls forgive my idiotic brain. I love you very much and you mean the world to me – enjoy sloppy toppy for Yoons.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust Request Fill |

“What?” you demanded, almost dropping the beer in your hand. Your knees were pulled to your chest, tile roof rough under your ass as you stared at Yoongi. He hid his face in hands, neck flushed. Ears red. Cute. “I need you to say that again.”

“Please don’t make me.”

There is no way Min Yoong – beautiful, soft, with eyes like a stormy night and a smile a soft autumn morning – has never received a blow job. The thought makes your head spin and you lay backward on the roof of your childhood home, where you’re both catching up on summer break.

“We’re about to be seniors in college,” you accuse him, pressing a clammy hand to your heated forehead. “Yoongi - you fuck.”

He groans. “I know, but I don’t like asking for them to return the favorite.”

“So, you’re just out here going down on people with no reward?”

“I mean, I have sex.”

“I’m just. Wow. Never?”

Bo, your neighbor’s dog, starts barking, the only sound besides the crickets. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek you recognize the look as mounting irritation.

“Shut up, Bo!” you holler, trying to diffuse the tension.

It doesn’t work.

Yoongi is not often irritated. He’s been your friend since high school – your what if for even longer – and you know everything about him. You know that he isolates himself when stressed, chewing his nails until they're red and you threaten him with princess band-aids. You know that sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking, he watches cat videos on his phone while you cook dinner. You know that Yoongi is selective about the people he sleeps with, preferring steady and consistent hookups to one-night stands.

So it absolutely baffles you that Min Yoongi – with his silky black hair tucked gently behind his ears, with his feline-sharp eyes, and his blush pout – has never gotten head. He is – god – he is stunning. You've always thought so. You know others do too. So how has his giving gotten in the way of receiving?

You admire him. He’s in an old flannel, a t-shirt and ripped jeans tonight. Something inside of you heats up. You lick your lips. Your throat feels dry.

Shoving thoughts of what his dick must feel like away, you focus on him. The way he won’t look at you, and the way he picks at his cuticles, his bottle of beer forgotten. His jaw jumps and he tongues the inside of his cheek again before wiping his palms on his knees.

“It was a stupid thing to admit,” he mumbles. “It’s late, I’m gonna head out.”

“Yoongi.”

He ignores the cashmere-soft way you say his name. He pushes himself off the piece of roof tucked under your bedroom window, dusting his jeans and flannel off. You call after him again, but he grabs his beer. Ducks inside of the window.

Flees.

He's embarrassed. You only hesitate for a moment before your foot is catching on the windowsill, sending you spilling onto the floor of your bedroom. Your beer is still out on the porch, humidity making it drip onto the dark tile.

“Are you okay?” he drifts back from your bedroom door. “Jesus, slow down.”

You’re a tangle of limbs and fussy apologies. You right yourself, managing to get to your knees. You blink up at him and your words pause. His brow is creased as he looks down at you. His face is still rosy from the beer and the embarrassment.

For a moment, Yoongi looks small. Not in size or stature, but shy. Tucked into himself. His fingers play with the end of his old flannel, and he’s chewing on the corner of his lip. He’s beautiful. It isn’t the first time you’ve thought it. It isn’t the last. But with you on your knees, looking up at him, everything else seems to drift away on the August breeze.

“Let me.” Your words barely carrying to him. His gaze darkens but he cocks his head to the side, unsure what you’re asking. You sink your weight onto the back of your calves, hands splayed on your thighs. “Let me show you.”

He scoffs. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“I don’t need my dick sucked out of pity.”

“I don’t pity you.”

He’s frowning, but you see a flicker on his eyes. It’s so quick that you’re not sure if you’re right. You squirm and lick your lips, looking up at him through rounded eyes and fluttering lashes. His foot slides back, a step toward the door.

“I want to,” you whisper. You don’t move an inch, terrified of chasing him away.

The words are true. Even before you became best friends in Mrs. Myers 10th grade literature class, you’d admired him from afar. He was always quiet. Not in a weird way, but in that way that Yoongi didn’t speak unless he felt like he had something to say.

When placed next to you in Mrs. Myers class, you paired together for a project on Dante’s Inferno. You’d discovered that he was a little warmer after time spent together, and he discovered you enjoyed dry humor. There were a few other things you had in common, but often, you found yourself sitting in the lunchroom with him.

Yoongi was easy. He didn’t make you question where you stood with him. You had always harbored a soft crush, but that took a backseat to friendship. It had worn away with time. He saw other people and so did you. You enjoyed things together, but never like that.

You didn’t resent the partners who stole bits of Yoongi’s time. But you did resent the fact that they never once thought about him. Never once considered that they should return the favor.

“You don’t want to,” he scoffed. But it was half-hearted and unsure, upturned at the end like a question. “Why?”

“You’re beautiful.” He flushes red and tucks his chin against his chest, letting his hair hide is face. “I’ve always wondered.”

“Wondered what?”

“What it would be like to touch you. To taste you.”

His head tilts toward the ceiling. “Fuck. You’re serious?”

“Please. Unless you don’t want me to.”

Yoongi relents. “I do...”

“Let me. Please.”

He moves toward the bed slowly, as though any sudden movement will chase you away. You crawl toward him, eyes only for him. Your stomach flips as you settle on your knees in front of him. They're a little sore from baring your weight, but you ignore it, quick breaths fanning between your lips.

Your eyes drop to his jeans. They're light wash and well-fitted. Dragging your eyes back up, you look at him. He props himself up, leaning backward with his palms spread on your bed. He looks down at you, somewhere between frightened and something... darker.

“Can I touch you?” you whisper, squirming back and forth on your knees. He nods, catching his bottom lip with his teeth.

Gently, you put your palms on his knees. He jumps a little but settles. His eyes don’t leave you as you brush your hands up and down his thighs, applying a little pressure in the tips of your fingers to massage the muscle through the thick material.

He sighs, almost inaudible. His fingers tighten in your sheets a little, spurring you further. You lift yourself between his legs, extending as high as you can on your knees as you squeeze his thighs. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

You huff. “I want to kiss you.”

Yoongi must hear how deadly serious you are. He surges forward with a new-found confidence, nearly knocking you over as he steals your mouth with his. His hands catch you, cradling your face as his fingers press bruise-hard into your jaw, desperate to keep your lips against his.

Everything is white noise. You no longer hear the chirping crickets outside of your window. You don’t hear the neighbor's dog barking anymore. It's just Yoongi and the warm taste of his honey-wheat beer. His lips are petal soft, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs, drawing a deep whine from the back of his throat. It sends you into a frenzy, licking into his mouth. His tongue eagerly meets yours, hands moving to the sides of your neck, holding you in place and oh that feels good when he squeezes a little, reasserting some level of dominance.

Sucking on his tongue, you break away for a moment, a single glossy line of spit connecting your lips. Your eyes open just a bit to find him heaving, flushed, and lips red. He opens his eyes and it's like he has no irises, pupils blown out and starving.

Has this hunger inside you always been so severe?

Yes, you think as you connect your mouths eagerly once more. Always.

Brave hands drift to Yoongi’s semi-hard cock. You grip him firmly through his jeans, drawing succulent sounds from his mouth. You moan too, spurred on by the noises he makes for you. Your heart is pounding as you stroke him through the fabric, gasping between kisses turned messy with tongues and spit.

“Please,” he begs between a kiss.

You don’t hesitate. You pull the zipper of his pants. He lifts his hips for you, leaning back again on two hands. He's hard now, straining against stark briefs. Your mouth water, zeroing in on the size of him just through his boxers.

“Fuck, maybe that’s why no one returned the favor.”

“Huh?”

You realize you’ve spoken your fear aloud. You look up at him. Your face is burning and you’re so giddy with excitement laced with anxiety that you might pass out. “Um, your cock is sort of huge.”

He arches a brow. “You asked for it.” Your nails dig into his exposed thigh and he squirms. “Fuck, okay. Thanks for the compliment, I guess. Yeah, I’ve had someone tell me a time or two they didn’t want to try.”

“Fuck them,” you growl. “I’ll take care of you.”

You lean up again, hands playing with the elastic band of his briefs. Your tongue darts out to kitten-lick the dark spot forming on his briefs. He gasps, hips twitching at the contact. Your mouth continues to explore newly exposed skin. You bite his inner thighs, thicker than you remember them being. You suck marks on his hips, pulling his t-shirt up a bit to give you access to smooth skin.

“Off,” you mumble, pulling the elastic after a single kiss to his tip. “Wanna see you.”

Once again, he lifts his hips. You pull on the briefs, swiftly discarding them. Your eyes drink him in. Long and thick – your fingers definitely won’t touch when you grip him – pretty, flushed tip leaking pearly beads of precum.

Larger than you’ve had in your mouth. But you’re willing to take on the challenge for Yoongi. Anything for Yoongi.

“Fuck,” you whisper, kissing his knee absently. “You’re so fucking pretty, Yoongs.”

“Shut up.”

You smile and bat your lashes at him. You grip him at the base, skin velvety under your touch. You give a slow experimental stroke and his head falls backward, eyes shut. “I mean it,” you whisper. You gather spit in your mouth, leaning up and tilting the head of his cock toward your lips. You let the spit dribble out, dripping down his head onto the shaft. He curses. “So fucking pretty.”

Using the mixture of spit and cum, you pump your hand slowly up and down his shaft, watching with rapt attention as he reacts. He shudders under your hands, Adam’s apple bobbing, throat pink. His eyes are closed, head tilted back, fingers white knuckling the sheets.

Tentatively, you lean down and flick your tongue under the crown of his cock. He moans loudly then, lips parting in a rush of air. He is a work of art. Soft planes, swaths of pink, silken at the edges. You take the tip in your mouth, suckling and running your tongue slowly around the head, drawing more noises out of him.

“Fuck, I am not going to last.”

You remove your mouth with a pop. You kiss the tip and grip him at the base, tracing the underside of his shaft with your tongue, greedily licking at the in there. His hips buck again. You don’t care as you lap him tip to base, taking a moment to stroke him with your hand while you lick at his balls.

“Baby,” he growls. A warning.

The new nickname softens you. You don’t want to ruin the experience by making him cum from teasing. It's about him, as much as you want to see him pant.

“Sorry,” you murmur, kissing a thigh. “I like the sounds you make.”

“Don’t be sorry. Feels good.”

You hum, pleased.

Settling, you take him into your mouth properly. You moan in the back of your throat, the salty sweet taste intoxicating. Yoongi is difficult to fit in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and flatten your tongue, slowly bobbing your head, taking more in the warmth of your mouth each time you descend.

What you can’t fit in your mouth, you make up for in a steady grip with your hand, pumping and twisting. Yoongi is immediately affected, whining and cursing softly. He can’t stop squirming, a hand shooting to the back of your head, fingers pressing desperately to your skull. He doesn’t force you, just grips, hanging onto you for year life.

“Fuck,” he curses again, voice rumbling in his chest. “So fucking good, please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of stopping.

You're messy, sucking him with vigor. Drool leaks out the side of your mouth, dripping down his hard shaft. You alternate from bobbing your head up and down, sucking generously. You come up to release him with a pop, licking hungrily around the tip and down his cock to catch a breath.

Yoongi gets more and more worked up. His fingers press against your scalp and he’s rambling. You want to see him fall apart. He deserves it. Sweet Yoongi who has always done his part with his partners. Caring Yoongi who held your hand when you suffered breakups.

Taking a breath through your nose and digging your nails into his thigh, you take him all the way into your throat, swallowing around him. Your eyes smart as you choke for a second. He makes a panicked noise, but you pin him down, claws to thigh, breathing through your nose as you let up a little, coming up to pop.

Drool dribbles down your chin with a mix of cum. You stroke him quicker, looking up at him as you blink tears out of your eyes. He's so fucked out you can’t help but rub your thighs together. Yoongi is beautiful and blushing and messy.

Your Yoongi.

“I can handle it,” you promise, tongue experimentally flicking his slit. “Don’t worry. Let me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

Yoongi watches you, hypnotized as you do it again, deep throating him in one motion. The choked noises are delicious, accompanied with the soft bass of Yoongi’s deep moans and the staccato of his breathing.

His cock twitches in your mouth. Your hand ventures from his base to his balls, fondling gently, reverently.

“I’m gonna-”

Yoongi chokes himself as he falls backward on the bed. You feel him go taught like a bowstring, coming up just slightly as he cums down your throat. His noises are light and gasping, stroking your ego as you suck him through his orgasm.

His thighs are twitching and the hand in your hair goes slack. Yoongi turns boneless as you swallow the saltiness of him, lifting your mouth. Spit and cum gloss over your chin and lips, a sinful sheen. He is panting, his hand shooting to your hair again, grabbing onto you and pulling you up from sore knees.

“Come here,” he growls.

You're pulled on top of him, knocking limbs and numb knees. He crashes your mouth to his, licking at you, devouring your lips, tongue, and the slick between. His hands squeeze your hips, his nose brushes yours.

“That felt so fucking good,” he growls. “Now let me.”

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bangtan boys #haliiimede writes #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfic #suga bts #yoongi x you #suga smut #yoongi x reader #halishappyagust #halis requests

635 notes · View notes

callsignspark · 1 year

Text

Mar[r]y Me | part two

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.4k

main masterlist

note: happy Friday! part two is here! and we meet Bradley today! thank you for the love on part one, I hope you all have a great weekend <3 (side note: if anyone recognizes where I adapted the very last line from, we are now best friends)

part two - strawberry shortcake

“Can we eat now? I’m tired of waiting for the chicken man!”

“Hangman, he’s five minutes late, and if you keep whining like a baby, you will be the last in line for food.” Mary’s hand shoots across the island, slapping the blonde’s hand away from the food. “Don’t even fucking think about it! Go sit in the living room!”

“Ow! I liked you better when you were too shy to yell at us yet.” He sulks into the next room, holding his hand to his chest. Only his ego is bruised, but Mary can hear him looking for sympathy from his best friend, giggling when she hears Coyote’s less-than-loving response.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Oh my god!” She whips around, hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to slow her heart. “Bradley! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“Sorry, Miss Mary, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The smirk on his face contradicting his apology.

She narrows her eyes. “Oh, you find this funny, bird boy? Hey Hangman?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re no longer at the back of the line for food! Rooster will be taking that spot from you.”

A celebratory shout comes from the living room while Bradley protests, “That’s not fair!”

“Guess you shouldn’t have laughed at me. Okay! Come get food while it’s still hot!” She’s almost bulldozed by the herd of hungry aviators storming their way into the kitchen. Bradley pulling her out of the way of Harvard and Fritz playfighting to be first in line.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to catch an elbow with that cute lil nose of yours.” His thick arm wrapped around her waist, and the way he has to bend down to talk into her ear gets her heart pumping. She feels small next to him; she never feels small. Mary pats his arm in thanks before wiggling away to establish order of the buffet she laid out in the Fitches' kitchen, her face feeling as hot as the sausage she’d cooked up.

“Boys, stop fighting.” She thumps Fritz’s head as she passes, “Danielle and Reuben get food first; it’s their house.”

“Traditionally, the hosts go last!”

“It may be their house, but I cooked everything, so I’m the host, and I say the pregnant lady and her husband go first.” Danielle smacks Mary’s butt as she passes by to grab a plate. “This isn’t officially Reuben and Danielle’s anniversary, but it’s very close, so I’ve made a lot of their favorites tonight. All the food is labeled, but let me know if you have questions, and drinks are in the cooler in the yard, so help yourself before you sit down! Coyote?”

“We’re ignoring the slap?”

“Yes. It’s been over fifteen years, and nothing has stopped her yet; it’s just part of my life now.”

Danielle scoffs, “Oh, please. Like you don’t love it. I know for a fact that when you dated-”

“Okay! Hey! Have you guys ever heard the story of how Reuben and Danielle got together? It’s really embarrassing for Reuben.”

“No, but I would love to hear it!” Fanboy pipes up, just like she knew he would, getting Danielle off the topic of her former boyfriend, the one who had a thing for spanking.

“You haven’t even told Fanboy? Your WSO?” Danielle looks at her husband in faux shock. “Well, now Mary has to tell it!”

“Please do not tell this story.” Reuben groans from his seat, realizing his two favorite women aren't joking.

“Picture this. It's August 2007. The Phoenix spacecraft is on course for Mars, Ed Hardy is taking over men’s fashion, and it’s the first week of classes at SUNY Buffalo. I’m waiting outside of my 8AM chemistry lab with like twenty other students, all of whom are lax bros. This tall, lanky kid,” Mary jabs a thumb in the direction of Reuben, “-comes walking up, plants himself next to me on the bench outside the lab, and says, “Yo, I know the formula for table salt; what else could I possibly need to know?” and me, being the wonderful person I am, I took pity on him and made him my lab partner.”

“You just didn’t want to get partnered with those guys from the golf team.”

“I will not lie; that was a factor in my decision. Anyway, it turned out to be a huge mistake because he barnacled himself to me for the rest of the semester and apparently for the rest of my life.”

“I am a delight!”

“I dragged us through that class, kicking and screaming the entire way.” She explains how their duo became a trio after Reuben walked directly into Danielle. “She hit the sidewalk so hard, and Rico Sauvé over there froze, staring at her like an idiot while I helped her off the ground and apologized for him. I wish I could remember what I said… do you remember Danielle?”

“You said, and I’m quoting here, “I’m so sorry about him. I would make a joke about him being so tall that he doesn’t get enough oxygen, but the fact of the matter is that he’s just a fucking idiot.” And then she smacked him in the stomach to reboot him.”

The team erupts in laughter, Yale heckling him. “Bro! You knocked her over? That’s so bad; I can’t believe she went out with you!”

“Oh, I didn’t! Matchmaker Mariella convinced me to give him a shot after she and I became friends sophomore year. He was too scared to ask me out.” Danielle’s statement makes the laughter worse, tears gathering in Fanboy’s eyes.

“And it worked out, didn’t it?” Reuben leans over to kiss his wife. “We’ve been together for fifteen years, five moves, and two kids. Not too bad, huh, baby?”

“Oh god! Keep it in your pants; there are impressionable, young minds present!”

Danielle flips Hangman off, “Annie isn’t old enough to realize what’s going on!”

“Forget Annabeth! I was talking about Bob!”

That begins the biweekly argument of Phoenix defending her back-seater, which then spirals into whose dating life is the most pathetic. Omaha has won the past nine times for his horrible flirting techniques that have a 4% chance of working, according to Yale’s calculations. Mary always takes this as her cue to escape, knowing her romantic luck is the worst of them all, and she would win hands down. This time around, she collects the dinner dishes and sneaks through the back door, making a clean getaway until Bradley turns to whisper a joke in her ear and realizes she’s gone.

He scans the backyard, coming up empty until his eyes hit the kitchen window. For a minute he watches her doing dishes and bobbing her head to the radio perched on the windowsill in front of her, admiring how the pieces of hair that have escaped from her claw clip frame her face. The dark strands making the rosiness of her round cheeks stand out as she cleans up.

She’s so beautiful.

The same thought had passed through his mind eight months earlier when he first met the Fitch family’s best friend. It had been a regular night out at the Hard Deck. Everything was going as expected, except for Payback’s behavior. The normally calm and collected pilot bounced between groups, his neck on a constant swivel to the front door. After minimal prodding, he announced that his wife and his best friend from college were running late. Rooster was expecting another man similar to his teammate; a funny, chill guy, probably someone who had been on the swim team with Reuben.

He was thrown for a loop when Danielle stormed through the door, yelling about the babysitter being late and pulling a gorgeous brunette behind her.

Payback had tucked the mystery woman under his arm and introduced her to the group. “Everyone, this is my bestest friend, Mariella Vertucci. She is a brilliant mechanical engineer, an excellent cook, and an even better baker. Also, she’s single.”

“Oh my god, Reuben, stop it!” She had blushed and tried to duck away; her wide smile made Bradley’s heart flutter. He immediately wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, play her favorite song on the piano, anything to get her to smile at him like that.

He had been disappointed when he learned she was only visiting for a few days. His disappointment had grown when Hangman and Coyote monopolized her time after finding out she had a knack for darts. The best part of his night was when she sat on the stool beside him for a breather. Bradley bought her a drink and made small talk; his brain unable to create meaningful conversation once he felt the soft material of her dress brush his calf. And then she was gone again, pulled back to the dartboard by Jake, who was happy to have someone to compete against. He had spent the rest of the night watching Jake joke with her. Mary’s laugh was the only thing in Bradley’s head when he went to bed that night.

He looks over at Jake now, where - for his own entertainment - the blonde man is turning the dating life comparisons into a game of cornhole. Content to stand on the sidelines with Annabeth snuggled on his chest and watch what is sure to turn into a disastrously overly competitive tournament.

When Bradley realizes no one is paying attention to him, he gathers the rest of the dirty dishes and heads inside. “I saw you sneak away; you missed my joke about Hangman getting stood up twice in the same week.”

“I try not to give Dani a chance to bring up my past mistakes; it works out better for everyone considering how often she’s set me up on a failed blind date.” She makes a face over her shoulder, making both of them laugh.

“Dinner was great, by the way. I haven’t had a homecooked meal like that in years.”

Mary feels her cheeks get darker at the compliment. Damn him for being handsome and sweet.

“I’m glad you liked it. I always- oh! I love this song; can you turn it up? My hands are all soapy.”

“Big Steve Miller Band fan, huh?” Bradley laughs and twists the knob. “What are we listening to?”

“The oldies station - 105.6 - they play everything from before 1990! I love them; it’s just like when I used to spend the day with my grandparents. They have a Big Band Music Monday, and if I close my eyes when Glen Miller is playing, I swear I can smell my Nona's perfume.” His smile matches hers, the joy of childhood memories splayed across her face as she rinses plates.

“Which towel should I use to dry?”

“You don’t have to-” Her voice gets louder as she talks over him, sensing the protest that’s coming. “But! If you’re going to insist, grab a fresh one from that drawer right there. And don’t worry about the pots and pans; Reuben likes to let those air-dry overnight. I just want to make sure everything else is as done as possible before I bring dessert out; those dishes can run in the dishwasher tonight.”

Bradley pauses where he’s putting silverware away, watching Mary sway to the music. “You made dessert too?”

“Yeah, we’re having my version of strawberry shortcake. It’s a twist on their wedding cake which was vanilla cake with strawberry filling.” She answers distractedly, closely examining a roasting dish that won’t come clean.

“You made their wedding cake too?”

She giggles at his shocked tone. “No, I had just moved to Missouri when they got engaged, so most of my maid of honor duties were performed virtually. But I did help pick the cake flavors out when I was up for the shower.”

“Lots of yelling at vendors on the phone?”

“Occasionally, when it was needed. I’m not a fan of yelling at people if it’s not necessary.”

“You yell at work all the time.”

“That’s because you idiots don’t listen to me! My entire career has been learning the best ways to fix those expensive ass planes you fly in every single day, yet you don’t listen when I-” She cuts herself off and flicks water at him when she realizes he’s teasing her. “You’re not funny, mister.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just too easy sometimes.” He knows he’s not really in trouble when she can’t hold her grin back.

“Just keep drying so we can have dessert.”

The two work quietly together, cleaning and packing up leftovers, seventies hits floating through the kitchen. As Mary cleans the sink, she looks at Bradley, who is trying to figure out which cabinet the serving platters go in. “When you get those put away, could you grab the strawberries from the garage fridge?”

Bradley hums his agreement, grinning at her when she points to the correct cupboard before heading out to the garage.

“As you requested.” He laughs at the grabby hands she makes towards the green container in his arms as he reenters the kitchen, eyes going wide when she removes the lid. “Shit, those look awesome.”

Mary’s nose scrunches at the compliment. “It’s because they’re super fresh. I picked them up from my favorite farm stand on the way home. And I used the sugar-to-berry ratio my Aunt Denna perfected years ago.”

Bradley watches in awe as she moves around the kitchen with an ease he’s never seen before; it’s like watching a one-person waltz. Her hands carefully fold the strawberries together, gently stirring them so they don’t break. Once combined to her standards, she plucks a sharp knife from out of nowhere and begins cutting the cake into even slices without any measuring. Mary does this while instructing him to get dessert plates out; her hips never stop moving to the music.

She stacks everything onto a serving tray that was hiding next to the fridge. It looks precariously balanced, and Bradley is about to offer his assistance when she swings the tray onto her shoulder and makes her way through the sliding door with no problems. He stands there for a second, stupidly staring after her like a lump on a log when he realizes she forgot the serving spoon.

He grabs the utensil and follows her path to the deck, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he watches her realize she forgot something. She turns as Bradley brandishes the spoon in front of him like a sword and bows. “For you, m’lady.”

The peanut gallery pipes up. “Oh my god, Bradshaw. That was painful to watch.”

“No dessert for you, Jake.”

“Oh, come on!” Jake holds Annabeth up from his chest. “I was gonna share with little Annie Oakley here! You can’t take dessert away from me! You’re depriving her!”

“Dude, you have got to stop using my kid as a bargaining chip every time you make M&M mad.” The defeat in Danielle’s voice sends laughter through the group.

“For dessert, we’ve got strawberry shortcake with a Vertucci family twist. And a limited amount of whipped cream to go around, so please don’t go crazy until everyone has some, okay?”

A chorus of “Yes, ma’am” comes back at her as she hands the first plate to Dani, who had elbowed her way to the front of the line, using her pregnant belly to her advantage.

Mary is fulfilling Harvard’s request for extra syrup on his cake when Callie’s voice raises the question on several aviator’s minds. “Hey Mary, why is your callsign M&M?”

“Oh… uh….” She hesitates for a second before remembering she can trust these people. “Growing up in a bakery, I’ve always been the designated person to bring treats. Even in college, I was that person. After people found out I was the one who made the food, I would always jokingly get proposed to, and people started the “Marry Me” nickname. Which is such a brilliant play on my name.”

“Which was funny for a while, until a guy she used to date and his group of assholes caught wind of it and turned it into something decidedly not funny.” The anger in Reuben’s voice stops any potential questions.

“Yes, and then my knight in shining swim trunks over there almost got kicked off the team for fighting, and my ex got a knee to the family jewels courteous of the knight’s red-haired partner.” She rolls her eyes at the memory of how proud her two friends were to be in trouble for defending her honor. “Anyway, that pretty much killed the nickname, but M&M took its place.”

The yard is quiet, no one entirely sure what to say.

“I still can’t stand Austin.”

“I’m pretty sure he can’t stand you either after you sent one of his balls back into his body.” Mary snorts, feeling uncomfortable that the conversation about her emotionally abusive ex is still going. “It’s okay, everyone. That was a long time ago, and I brought M&M with me as my unofficial call sign when I started working with the Navy.”

It’s awkward for another minute until Hangman gets cornhole going again, handing Annabeth off to join the women at the picnic table. The game quickly gets competitive between the guys, and the evening returns to normal. As the attention moves away from her, Mary curls in on herself, feeling vulnerable about the information she had shared. The other women notice and make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between them.

“What a dingus. If I was your ex, I would have proposed to you for real after trying your mac and cheese.”

“Callie, I called dibs after she made those cupcakes at Easter.” Natasha protests.

“Absolutely not! Of anyone, I get the first crack at her; I’ve known her the longest.”

“Danielle, I know you’re pregnant, but I will literally fight you.”

It’s enough to break the tension and make Mary laugh. “Ladies, ladies, please, no fighting. There’s enough of my food to go around.”

“And what about you? There’s only enough of you for one of us.” Nat throws an arm around Callie’s shoulders, winking at her fellow aviator, silly smiles spreading across their faces.

“I think if we really tried, there would be plenty of me for both of you.” She winks back before taking a stack of empty plates inside.

The table settles into a stunned silence, Danielle’s laugh interrupting after a few seconds. “I forgot you guys haven’t seen Mary flirt before!”

Bradley’s heart stops from where he’s eavesdropping in a lawn chair. Is that why she never responds to my flirting? He feels like an ass, trying to catch the attention of a woman who potentially doesn’t even like men.

“She flirts with Jake all the time!”

Bradley chugs the rest of his beer.

“No, that’s not flirting. They’re just bantering each other. Besides, Jake is a good-looking guy, but he’s not really what she looks for in a man.”

“Oh! Forget Jake! She is single, right? Because I have a friend who would be perfect for her, she’s a middle school math teacher, and she has the same sense of humor as Mary!”

Danielle lowers her voice, “She is single, and she’s said now that she’s more settled out here, she wants to try dating again. But if everything goes the way I think it will, there will be no need for us to set her up.”

“What do you-” Natasha gets cut off by Danielle pointing at something off the deck.

The three women turn their attention to the backyard. At some point during their conversation, Mary had slipped past them and settled next to Bradley on the two-seater Adirondack chair. They subtlety observe as Mary leans into his side, giggling and whispering in his ear about something as she gestures towards the game. Bradley throws his head back as he laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and dipping his head down to respond. They watch as Mary buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her laughter, and three sets of eyebrows raise in unison as the back of Bradley’s neck turns redder than the strawberries they’d just eaten.

“Wow. I vote that we only intervene if those two take longer than three months to get their shit together.” Callie looks around the table for concurrence.

Natasha grimaces. “Usually, I’d agree, but they’ll probably end up needing a nudge. Rooster moves slower than molasses in January when he’s interested in a woman for something more than a night.”

“They’ll definitely need a nudge, and I’m already working on it because, lemme tell you…” Danielle pauses, her heart warming at the shy smile on her best friend’s face as Bradley pulls her further into his body. “He’s in there with the champ.”

thank you for reading <3 if you would like to be added (or removed) from the tag list just send me an ask! have a good one!

fic tag | credit for dividers here

#top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick au #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fic #top gun au #top gun imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster imagine #DSS universe #MM fic #elle writes #mar[r]y me fic

75 notes · View notes

lover-girl-estxx · 22 days

Note

Nick Diaz x reader. Nick revealing to the reader that he’s going to fight again. Fluff?

Thank you 🙏🏻

Again

(N40 R28)

We've been in Texas for about to months now waiting for nick to get a fight, he wanted to come here and train hard with nothing else on his mind. He could leave me and Sidney alone at home and not be nervous, as much as he loves his Brother and family it was hard for him to train with them just down the road but he had plans to go back almost as soon as he go a fight. I don't understand it and I don't really ask questions if it works for him I just follow really.

I was watching The Walking Dead on the TV with three year old Sidney in my lap when we heard Nick come in the front door of the Air bnb, she hopped out of my lap and ran to her dad "hey sweetheart!" he smiled picking her up. They walked into the living room "hey baby" "hey!" i smiled as he leaned down and kissed me "can I talk to you?" I nodded "yeah of course" I got up as he set Sid down on the couch.

"whats up?" I sat on the counter he stood in front of me "so I had a phone meeting with Dana today" he smiled "you did?! and!?" "I got a fight August 3rd at Welterweight hes ranked 14" "Really?! oh my god Nicky thats great!!...is it?" he slightly chuckled "yea it is!" I hugged him "I can't wait love you got it on the bag" he held me tight "what in the bag?" Sid asked "daddys got a fight!" Nick said picking her up "can I go?!" "nope, mommy doesn't even go" she groaned and threw her head back i chuckled "you can watch with Mom and auntie misty that okay?" he asked "yeah thats fine" he laughed "okay".

"your happy?" I asked sitting in his lap playing with the little curls on the back of his neck "yeah babe i'm happy.... Happy with everything" he rubbed my thighs "good" I smiled and kissed his cheek "can I go weight?" Sidney asked "what?" he asked "she wants to go to the weigh ins" she got next to him on the couch "ummm sure that's fine" she smiled and clapped her hands "that means I get to go to" I said "yeah both my girls can go" I clapped my hands mocking Sid he chuckled.

I gave them dinner and rubbed his shoulder "do you want to go back to Stockton?" I asked him "um....no" "no?" "no I mean maybe you go back to California but Stockton is just nothing but bad memories I don't really wanna be in that mindset.... don't want her to grow up like that" "okay i'll look into somewhere else then whatever you want" he smiled "thanks....We can go back to Stockton for the weekend whenever you guys want" I smiled and leaned over and pecked his lips.

#nick diaz #ufc #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #ufc x reader #nick diaz imagines

9 notes · View notes

allemantheias · 6 months

Text

Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

#alejandro vargas x original female character #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x original female character #parent triangle #allemantheias #mangomikamochamuffin #alerudy

19 notes · View notes

harryforvogue · 4 months

Text

Part Three | Chapter Eighteen: Lord Save Me, My Drug is My Baby*

August 1919

Newport, Rhode Island

Harry doesn't take long in the bathroom, rubbing the towel against his scalp when he steps out, monitoring my reaction. His eyes soften when we both look at each other.

"Are you alright?" he asks, sitting down besides me. He takes the letter from me and tucks it back into the book before placing the book on the floor. His hands are warm and wrinkled from the water. "I may have been able to give you the letter, but I couldn't be here to watch you read it." He watches me for a moment before pressing his index finger under my eyelashes.

I can't stop looking at the white scar on his eyebrow and noticing how it jumps whenever the expression on Harry's face changes.

I recall Aunt Geraldine telling me how hard it is to keep a brave face when your loved one is suffering so bad. I don't think I've been keeping one because I complain about our relations often, sometimes out of anger, but I haven't fully accepted that Harry was a different person until now. Because he's a different person than he was at the beginning of this vacation, even when we were at Atlantic City. The man who could barely look up at me long enough to express he wanted to get out of New York for some time.

"I don't think so," I admit suddenly, taken aback by the shakiness of my voice. He is too, eyebrows creasing immediately at the sound. "You weren't alright either, for years. And maybe you still aren't now, but... Harry, do you feel like something has changed?"

The corner of his mouth twists up. "Maybe something good did some out of this vacation. I feel..." he trails off, "exposed?"

"It's crazy what forced proximity will do for you."

I expect some kind of amused reply from him, but definitely not the bark of laughter he lets out, rubbing the stubble on his jaw with his fingers. I watch him laugh like the sun has come out of hibernation. And then I think of the last time he laughed like this, from his belly, one hand on his chest as if to calm himself.

"Quit bringing that up and come here."

I move to him quickly, not giving him a second to pause and reconsider. Harry smiles softly, touching my chin. His fingers move to my jaw and then my cheek, running his thumb over.

"Have I become good at touching you?"

I nod, leaning my hand into his cheek. "Yes. So good, Harry. It makes me happy."

"You're happy, right? You mean that?" he murmurs. "Even though at this moment you're not alright?"

"I am." I step closer, holding his shirt now, tightly. "Please tell me you are too."

A few seconds pass before his hands move, tentatively wrapping around my shoulders, and then one hand presses my head further into his collarbone. A firm hold.

I clutch him closer, closing my eyes. Overwhelmed by his body enveloping mine, I desperately cling to him, silently thanking God and the heavens and every particle in the universe for this hug. And then I beg him to not release me for all of eternity. I'm not ready to be released.

In previous years, his arms would hide me from the cruelty of the world, the coldness from my parents and the unforgiving friends who refused to reach out to me to talk to me. I can only hope my arms have done the same for him even though other parts of my existence bother him.My voice, accent, and way of living often disturbs him, but I hope for his sake that he feels happy in my arms.

How must he feel? His heart beats fast in his chest and his fingers soothe me by rubbing against my scalp, but how do my arms wrapped around his torso help him? Is it even helping?

"I never wanted this to happen," I hear myself saying suddenly. "I thought I was helping when we were married and when we came to America. I'm scared...I'm scared I've made matters worse, Harry."

Harry's fingers stop moving in my hair.

"Annaliese," he says quietly, shock in his voice. "I didn't go to France because of you."

"Maybe... maybe we should have stayed in England and pushed your luck."

"I don't think that would have been smart."

"Then we should have gone somewhere else. Anywhere!"

Harry suddenly grasps my shoulders and pulls my body back to examine my face when my vision presents itself to be blurry.

"Have you been blaming yourself?" he whispers incredulously, watching me carefully. I want that smile back on his face. I want it back so bad.

Instead, he waits for my answer with that stupid frown pushing his eyebrows together.

"Harry. Mon cœur. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'd do anything to keep you. I'd rather go myself than--"

"Don't say that," he says sharply, holding my face. His heavy hands on my cheeks. "My love, I'd never allow that."

Hearing him say those two words makes me crumble against his torso. Suddenly, I can't stop crying. My eyes produce tears before the ones sitting against my waterline have dripped down my face. Harry's eyes widen with alarm. My cries don't sound like my cries, but like a child's. I don't recognize the noises I'm making, never had cried this hard before. I cry harder when I catch a glimpse of his own tears in his eyes.

I've been asking him what they did to him at the Western Front. Only now am I realizing what I've done to him.

"I've been selfish, haven't I? Picking fights with you about things you can't help. God, why didn't you tell me off?"

To my surprise, Harry laughs through his tears, swiping a hand over his cheek. "But I love arguing with you."

My heart jolts in my chest. "I love arguing with you!" I protest. "I love you. I love you so much. I just want..." I've wanted the old Harry to return to me for so long, but I know I won't ever have him back. But this new Harry is still forming, still evolving and from what I can tell in these early stages, I love him very much. "Just want you to be happy. I will do anything to make sure you're happy."

Harry leans in and makes me meet him half way by pulling my face in, catching my lips with his in a soft kiss. I quickly entangle myself with him, shuffling closer until most of our bodies are met up together. I kiss him harder than he goes for, and with a breathless voice, he says when he pulls away, "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

I pull him back in quickly, afraid he'll think that I'm finished with kissing him. I don't think I'll ever be. My heart is beating fast in my chest, finally not out of fear and I hope Harry's is doing the same.

Harry, however, slowly pulls out of my grasp when it weakens, my arms falling to my side with fatigue. He has a knowing look on his face mixed with sympathy as he draws away and puts a hand on my forehead.

"Why don't you get back in bed?" he murmurs quietly, tucking my curls behind my ears a few times to get all the loose strands. "You're not well."

I have no reason to argue with him, letting him tuck my body back into bed, draping the sheets over me.

"Stay with me," I protest when he gets off the bed and I rush to grab his arm. His eyebrows raise.

"You're so warm, Annaliese. Christ."

"Stay," I demand quietly, releasing him. "Please."

Harry doesn't have to consider it at all, nodding almost immediately after the words are out of my mouth. He gestures me to slide a bit, since the bed is so small, so he can lay down fully. But the size of the bed doesn't matter when he gently pulls me onto his chest and tucks us both in.

I'm trying hard to control my shivering, but I can't tell if it's because I'm excited to be so close to Harry or because of the cold. Either way, Harry tries to help by pressing his hand to my head and making it stop trembling manually. I hope I don't get him sick, but my drowsy, fever ridden state makes me selfish and stuck to him.

"Harry?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for more than five minutes," he laughs, resting his head on mine. "Yes?"

"I'm not disappointed in you. You thought I would be, but I promise I'm not. I've never felt that way. I was just upset that you wouldn't talk to me, but I understand now and I won't be annoying about it again."

Harry laughs once more, patting my head as if I'm a child. "Thank you, Annaliese. I know you and I knew even back then that you'd love me unconditionally, but I doubted how much you knew about me for a while after returning. Now that you know everything," he says, "you still feel the same about me and I couldn't ask for anything more. Can you try going to sleep now?"

"I think so."

"Okay, baby."

The hand on my head stops patting and begins to scratch my scalp, lulling me to sleep. I clutch Harry tightly, making sure he's still under me as I'm slipping away, and then I send a quick prayer up that Harry gets some rest too.

***

The next time I wake is in the evening, my fever broken and my stomach empty. Harry's awake, reading one of his books as I lay on him. He looks peaceful, eyes moving over the paper and then his fingers silently turning the page, continuing the pattern.

He catches me looking some time later, blinking a few times as if to focus his eyes, and then the smile on his face that I dreamt of returns his face, wrinkles crinkling around his eyes. "Hi."

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?" He puts his hand on my head and hums thoughtfully. "Your fever is gone. I think it's safe to shower."

We both look to the bathroom and my nose scrunches. "Fine." I turn my head and cough to get all the sleep out of my voice, reaching for the water next. "I won't sleep tonight."

"Be happy you weren't too sick. We'll take more medicine just in case okay?"

"Yes."

He grabs my arm when I struggle to sit up, helping me into my feet. I feel his eyes on me when I remove some clothes from my suitcase and bring walking to the bathroom.

"Hotel rooms are sexy," I say once I open the bathroom door, peeking over my shoulder.

Harry looks confused and then slowly smiles. "I've said that before, haven't I?"

"Yes. I dream about that night that went spent in the hotel in London for the first time."

"You dreamt about the place we first had sex?" Harry says, biting the inside of his cheek. "You really were sick."

"I'm all better now."

My shower isn't too cold. I'd like it to be freezing, but Harry's voice echoes in my head telling me not to since I'm still not out of the woods with this cold. I don't spend much time in there either, eager to return to my husband. With my clothes back on and dry, I pad out and back into the room.

He's in the same position, as expected. When he sees me in front of the mirror detangling my hair, he gets out of bed and takes out my medicine, tilting two pills into my hand. I swallow them without worrying him about it and then look at him through the mirror, his towering figure casting a shadow over me, using the moonlight streaming in past the curtain-less windows.

The summer air isn't too sticky tonight, but the humidity of the air causes me to immediately reach for the buttons on my shirt and begin to undo them, wanting nothing more than the remainder of the cool air to hit every inch of my skin. My hair is tied next, leaving an exposed neck and curls off of my already sweaty forehead. I briefly think about taking a walk since we've been stuffed in this room for hours, but the look in his eyes makes me reconsider any plans I had of showering, or sleeping.

I haven't seen that expression on his usually tired face in over a year. Nor have I heard the gruff desperation in his voice when he speaks. "What are you doing, Annaliese?"

Prior to listening to his voice, I had half an idea of where this night would go, but after the words leave his mouth, I think that I'd rather do whatever he'd like.

I turn back around and glance at him through the mirror once more. His hand raises and presses to the back of my neck, wrapping around my jaw.

"What am I doing?" I tell him, stepping backwards until my back collides with his firm chest, and his hand tightens on my jaw. The brightness in his eyes grows more intense, despite the darkness. His throat moves as he swallows and wavers for just a few moments before bringing his head down, pressing his lips to the outside of the shell of my ear.

"Are you tired?"

I shake my head and gently cup his hand with my own. "Far from it."

He nods his head once and pulls away. He steps back and then begins unbuttoning his own shirt. "Annaliese."

My lips pull into a smile. "Harry."

There is a thick silence. A tense pause. We don't blink.

He finally speaks, blinking slowly. "Will you come to bed with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, mon cœur."

He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his hand out. The moonlight hits the side of his face with the scar, but the white mark is barely visible under the white light. He looks at me with darkened eyes, hand outstretched and fingers barely flexed. When I put my hand in his, he tugs me close and lets me stand between his parted legs.

"Are we really doing this?"

"I want to," I say a bit breathlessly. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes." He hesitates. "But I'm nervous."

His hand traces up my arm, past my shoulders and collarbones until he touches the buttons of my shirt. He slips his fingers past the two undone ones, and then touches the fastened ones, raising his eyes towards me briefly to catch permission. I smile and nod, my chest rising and falling quickly, giving away how I actually feel despite my collected appearance.

"Nervous? What for?"

His eyes stay on my face, reading and studying, as he begins to unfasten the remainder of the buttons. His brows pinch. My index finger automatically hurries to press against the skin without thinking, soothing the crease. When I pull my hand away, the crease is gone.

"It's been over a year."

I laugh. "I think you and I still know what to do."

Once the final button is undone, his large palm runs over my waist and makes its way north, covering most of my skin at my hips and stomach before continuing up. I tilt my head back and gasp when he gently cups one breast, not bothering to hide his effect on my body anymore. My hands reach out and touch his shoulders, grasping firmly to balance myself as his other hand joins the connection with my left breast.

There are no words exchanged between us after that, but it feels like coming home. The intimacy is gentle and private, something we've been frightened of for months, tiptoeing around each other. I lean forward and cup his face instead, and then lower myself into his lap. His strong arms immediately wrap around my waist and tug me closer, moving back on the mattress so I have more room.

"Annaliese," Harry whispers, cupping my face. "My beautiful Annaliese."

"I'm here. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

A smile spreads across his face and he leans in, manually tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my mouth. "I hear you," he whispers, pressing his warm lips to mine, eyelashes fluttering against my skin as he closes his eyes. His mouth is addictive, his lips synced with mine so well, I want to cry out and grab him, clutch him to my chest and scold him. Never leave me so cold and heartbroken. Not just for my sake, but his too, because without his happiness, mine is nonexistent.

He breaks from my mouth and kisses down the side of my neck. "Fuck," he whispers, tightening his arms even more. "Do you feel me?"

I do feel him, more than I could ever remember feeling him. He strains against his trousers, pressing against my thigh urgently. With a gentle movement, I rock my center against his. When he grunts, I draw my head back and check his reaction. His eyes are clearer than before and his hand finds its way to my hair, grabbing it, hesitantly at first, but more confidently when he hears the moan tumble from my lips.

"I feel you," I tell him, laying a hand on his chest where his fast heart beat presses against my skin. "I feel all of you."

The hand in my hair flattens and urges me to come back to him. His mouth is hot against mine, the other hand on my hip, encouraging my movements against his length. "Annaliese," he growls against my mouth. "You drive me fucking insane. What do you want? I'll give you anything."

"You," I answer immediately, clutching his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. "Please."

I've never wanted him this much, not even before we were married or the few blissful months we had after. I expected this need to feel far more tame than it is right now, a feeling of coming back to the man I've wanted to be with for years, but instead, it's a flame, one that towers over me and burns every inch of my skin. I feel feverish at the thought of seeing all of him, having him inside of me, the weight of his body on top of me.

My hands roam over his chest, catching one nipple and then stopping at the scar his father left under his pec. After kissing him once more, I whisper desperately, "Harry. Can we do this? Can we please?"

His curls tickle my face as he nods, releasing my hair and smoothing my ruined curls. "Yes, my love. I'll give you anything you want, in whichever way you'd like. Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want you on top." I stop pressing my hips against his. "Please. I want... I want you everywhere. Everywhere."

He nods again and releases me, letting my roll off of him. My shirt falls to the floor as I turn around to watch him work on his belt buckle, slipping the leather off and letting it fall to the side of the bed. His button is undone and I watch with excitement as his hand moves to lower the zip over his bulge until his fly is open. He stands up and walks towards me with a hungry look in his eye, reaching for my waist again, pushing me down onto the mattress until my back lays flat against it.

"You look so good," I whisper, holding the back of his neck when he snakes his hands under my back and unclasps my bra, letting the material fall away. "So good. Missed you. Missed seeing all of you. Please, Harry, I'm so impatient. I want to see all of you."

Harry stutters out a laugh, letting me dip my fingers into his underwear. "You're telling me. I'll burst if I don't see you, my love."

"Get on with it then, Styles."

His hands trail down to my own trousers, pushing them down, leaving me under him in just my underwear, and when he removes his trousers, he's the same as me. The hungry look in his eye returns and he gathers my wrists up in one hand, pressing them above my head.

"Annaliese," he says with a squeeze of my wrists. "Look at me."

My eyes focus on him. "Anything for you."

"I'm going to go get a rubber. Stay here and don't move."

A shiver runs up my spine at the sound of his delicious command. I nod and watch him get off of me. I feel cold in his absence, too addicted to him already. When returns, he's holding the packet between his teeth.

A memory violently takes me, my eyes widening. Harry always held the rubber packet between his teeth as he climbed the bed up to meet me, claiming it was easy to just grab onto with his teeth and then rip it with his non dominant hand. He used to say that he didn't like to hold the rubber in both hands because it was easier to just rip with his teeth.

He does the same now, climbing onto the bed, ripping the foil with his left hand, and removing the rubber. He rolls on the condom and then glances at me, tilting his head questioningly. "What is it?" He reaches towards me, catching the moisture running down my cheek. "Annaliese?"

I hastily shake my head. "I'm okay. I'm just...remembering something."

"What is it?"

My harsh breathing stops as soon as it starts and he relaxes, sliding his palms up to my thighs, gently parting them.

"You would always hold the packet like that. It hasn't changed."

His cheeks go pink. "Well. That's a weird memory to have."

"You look so good," I whisper again, looking up at him. It's been so long since I've seen him naked, I've almost forgotten how hard his thighs and the firm muscles of his torso are. I realize, however, that I've never seen Harry this fit before. His training is what made him this new evolved Harry. I hold my hand out to him. I want to get to know him. "I want you so bad."

He takes my hand and places it on his chest as he crawls between my legs. His heartbeat returns under my fingers. "I want you," he murmurs, kissing my wrist.

"If you don't do it already..."

Harry drops my hand and laughs again. He lays his body, spreading my legs some more, gently teasing me by dipping his fingers into my underwear before sliding it off my body.

"Fuck," he murmurs, gently pressing a thumb to my clit without warning. I jolt, hands flying to grab his curls as he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over me. The pleasure shoots up my spine, causing me to gasp and twist his curls.

"Harry!" I exclaim, throwing my head back when he continues running his thumb over me, his finger gently rubbing circles on my clit. "Fuck."

"Walls are thin," he reminds me, muffled against my flesh.

"Fuck the walls."

"Our poor neighbors," he teases, pinching the fat around my hip.

"Don't care," I moan, wrapping my legs around his strong shoulders. "Missed you so much."

Harry raises his head and frowns, kisses my thighs. He opens his mouth but then closes it and kisses my thigh again. I hear something wet, like his mouth on something and then a finger presses against my opening. A low groan escapes me when he presses in until he reaches his knuckle, glancing down at him. He gently crooks his finger up and then runs his tongue across his lip when I gasp at the intense pleasure.

He's not working on stretching me. Not even when he works a second finger into me, pressing his fingers against the spot inside me that has been neglected for too long. He's keeping me on the edge, the bastard.

"Harry," I whimper impatiently, reaching for his hair.

"Is it feeling good? Do you think I remember your body correctly?"

He watches his fingers push into me and disappear and then he looks up to watch my face. I can't help but throw my head back. "Feels perfect. Oh!"

He brings his head down and slowly licks, watching my face. At the feel of my fingers trembling, he lets out a soft, satisfied laugh, and then contrasts the gentleness by pushing his fingers harshly and repeating the motion.

"Je vais jouir!" I cry, tightening my hold on him, however, as soon as he hears the words, he pulls away and wipes his fingers on the sheets.

He leans forward and kisses me roughly, tangling his fingers tightly in my hair, tilting my head to his liking. His mouth is eager and desperate, teeth biting down on my lower lip and gently pulling it away to make me desperate. It works.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight. "I want you so bad. Please don't stop, Harry."

"If you're sure, baby."

"I am. Please, I am."

He finally listens to me, hovering just enough to leave room for me to look at him comfortably. His curls fall over his face and brush against the frame of my face, but I don't bother to push the strands away, caught up in the intensity of his eyes.

I briefly see his hand reach down.

He holds eye contact with me as he slowly pushes in. My breath hitches, my body accepting him while enjoying the burn of the stretch. I gasp, wrapping my trembling arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Are you okay?" he asks me after staying still for a moment.

I pull back and whisper against his mouth, "I've never been this good."

"Yeah? I can move, my love?"

I'm nodding before he's finished with his sentence, pulling him back down. He hesitates for a moment before placing some weight on me, monitoring my reaction and my breath to make sure I'm breathing. In the midst of pleasure, I want to tell them that I don't care if he suffocates me here because I'd be dying happy. He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead and mutters a swear under his breath, touching my face to get me to look back up at him.

His green eyes are darker and more focused, the hand on my face curls and lifts my jaw up. He stares, unashamed, brows furrowing just a little bit when he pushes again deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"I've missed you so much," I whisper, tucking his curls behind his ears. "Do you know that? No you have no idea."

He turns his head and kisses my palm, his thrusts slowing. "I've missed you," he murmurs, squishing my cheeks together. "Tell me how you want it."

"I'll have you any way I can."

Harry smiles. "I didn't mean that. You've got me. I was talking about us... doing this."

"Wow," I say, struggling through a whimper when he thrusts roughly, "is Harry Styles afraid to say the s word?"

"S word?" he laughs, resting his head on my shoulder. He places more weight on me and then pushes his arms under my back to cradle me to his chest as I cradle him to mine.

"Sex."

"Absolutely not. Wow, you feel so good." The last part is whispered into my ear, accompanied with a bite of my earlobe. I shiver and tilt my head away but he kisses my neck and paralyzes me right there. "You feel," he whispers again, groaning under his breath, "like you were made for me. Don't you think we fit so well, my love?"

"We do." I push his hair back and then hold him against my chest tightly, my thighs trembling when he picks up his pace. "Fuck!"

"Have I ever told you," he groans, "how much I love your voice. Especially when you're like this. When you h-have me at your mercy."

"I have you at my mercy? Harry, look at us right now."

He grins down at me. "Think we have each other in a hold. Tightening your legs around me, love. You won't hurt me. Go ahead."

I do, my hands slipping down to his chest, digging my nails in. The pleasure on his face is transparent, a chill rushing through me when he bends down and softly kisses my mouth again, angling his hips a bit better, using one hand to raise my left leg over his.

"Tighter, I said, Annaliese."

"Harry, you have to give me some credit for how tight I'm holding you. I haven't been in this position in over a year."

"You're acting like you're an old lady," he teases. "But fine. If it's hard for you, I'll hold them."

He slowly pulls out and holds himself firmly as he tells me, "Slide down a bit."

I do as I'm told, mesmerized by him. He nods when the back of my thigh touches his thigh and then he wraps my legs around him and holds them there with his arms around my knees. He lets go just briefly to push himself back in.

I don't know if it's the position or that Harry can hold me better like this, but the pleasure is doubled. My free hands clutch the sheets under the bed and I try to swallow a moan for the sake of the neighbors, but I can't keep the noises in for too long. It's feeling way too good to remain silent.

"Merde! Je veux que tu me baises, Harry."

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, chest and neck flushed. His grip on my legs create imprints on my skin but I'm excited and wish for him to press further.

"You have no idea," he says, rolling his head back, "how fucking good you look. You make me want to be buried inside of you all the time. Just look at you."

His stomach jumps when I run my fingers over the muscle, poking at how hard his skin becomes when he thrusts. I squeeze him experimentally.

"Annaliese," he warns me, "you're going to me lose it."

"Do it," I groan. "Please. Please, do what you want."

"It's the first time we're having sex. I want it to be romantic," he laughs, unwinding one arm to gently hold my jaw, pressing his thumb into my mouth.

"It can be even if you go fast."

He obliges, starting his thrusts faster, filling and removing over and over until I'm at a point of no return and there's nothing I can feel, hear, or taste except him. He brings himself down and kisses my mouth roughly, finally, grunting against my mouth.

I want it to be sensual and everything that has been missing between us, but the rush of emotions after he murmurs, "You're all I want," in my ear is something unpredictable. It hits me in the middle of my chest and all the fatigue of the day or strain in my thighs I felt is gone. I throw my arms around him and force him to fall onto my with a small groan, making it harder for me to breathe. But I fucking love it.

Now he's everywhere, affecting even my breathing. He puts his arms under my body and raises me to meet him halfway while I pull him down to make him meet me and this new angle is everything I've wished for.

"Annaliese," he murmurs in my ear, kissing my cheek and jaw. "You always make me feel so good."

I don't have anything to say, afraid that if I make the slightest noise, he'll be scared and run off. I tighten my legs around him, enjoying the wave of pleasure that accompanies his every thrust.

"Annaliese," Harry says again, raising his head. He pushes the hair out of my face and kisses me very gently. His green eyes look more vibrant than usual. "I don't want to crush you."

"Please crush me," I whisper. "I could die so happily here."

A wide grin split his face as he lifts himself off a bit and rests himself on his elbows and forearm. "Tempting," he says teasingly. "But no."

I want to stare at him for hours, his curls falling into my face and tickling the skin. I shakily hold the back of his neck and shudder through the pleasure, groaning. "I can't believe I stayed away from you for so long."

Harry peppers kisses to my face, those barely present kisses. "How disappointed would you be if I told you I'm going to cum soon."

At the sound of his words, I can't help but whimper. "Never disappointed in you. I-I've told you that already and it counts for here too. I want you to feel good."

Harry stutters through a laugh, my heart jumping at the sound. I always want sex to be like this: playful and loving. It's all I could ask for. I sink my nails into his skin.

"I think," I whisper, "that I'll cum before you."

"I like that better."

I watch as Harry kisses me once more, breathlessly, and then brings his hand down to where we connect, rubbing quick circles perfectly. The euphoria shoots through me instantly, and I feel bad for Harry when I tighten around him and press my nails further into him, but I can't help it. My moans are muffled by his shoulder when I bite down on it, but it takes only a few moments to get me to achieve the orgasm, Harry's hand holding my head tightly to his body, working me through it.

"Fuck, you're so warm!" he swears loudly, tightening his fingers in my hair and pulling when he begins to orgasm as well, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, a low groan falling from his mouth.

His fingers release my hair from their firm hold when he regains feeling and apologetically smooths my curls back. He gently lays me back down and raises my head to kiss me, slowly pulling out of me.

This is the closest I've felt to Harry in a year. I refuse to let him go after this day, rolling him onto his back and laying on top of him, holding him down. He can't run anymore, and I can't either. I am here with him. Harry is present.

"You are a wonderful fucking woman," he whispers against my mouth after tens of kisses later, tangled in the sheets, hands roaming over my body because he's not yet had enough. "Deadly, but wonderful."

I'm not scared anymore and I'm delighted to see Harry under me, breathing softly, eyes trained on me. I can tell from his expression that he is not scared either.

"I love you," I tell him, my words muffled against his bare chest.

He takes a deep breath, heart beat slowly returning to normal. "And God do I love you, ma femme."

11 notes · View notes

dooksofearl · 1 month

Text

PLEASE SHARE AND HELP MY REACH

Squeak Speak

May Newsletter

Happy May, Friends!

This is a little later than I planned because I wanted to update everyone on my medical situation. I will be having surgery mid June and my infusion treatments go through July so hopefully by August I will be feeling much better and back on track. I know some of you have requested pictures. Please bare with me and don't be afraid to send me reminders if you don't hear from me for several days. I am doing the best I can.

What's going on with the kids.

For the most part, they are doing well. Evee is starting antibiotics for her eye infection. The brain tumor is too deep to operate. We are treating her with medication but she got it irritated and an infection followed so we are taking care of that. She takes her medicine with no problem. She is the sweetest and best little ferret. Please keep her in your prayers.

I lost three more ferrets to old age and my heart is broken. One was Justin's favorite boy, Dorbad. I'm taking this harder than I thought I would because of that. Mr. Spooky says he is going to live forever and take care of me. He's a good boy when he's not trying to bite our friends and visitors. Lol

Maru, the hamster, Cal, the sugar glider, and our bunnies, Daisy and Basil continue to thrive. We have all suddenly decided that we love celery and snow peas and hate raisins. So I am changing up their daily salads.

We are still struggling and I am not sure how long we can continue like this. This is my calling and I will keep doing it as long as God keeps making a way for me to do it but it is getting harder. I keep requesting grants but none are coming through and donations are hard to come by. Except for a couple of amazing angels that commit to sending in funds regularly, we have nothing else coming in. I picked up some part time contract work but it barely covers the bills. I'm grateful for it but we really need more support.

That being said our fundraising goal this month is $1,094.90

It will go towards:

$488 to pet foods

$260 for their produce

$138.46 for medicine

$208.44 for cleaning supplies for the month.

We also need immediately:

Food bowls

Carabiners

Pee pads

Here is our wish list links if you are able to help with those items:

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2FVRFVAXT9IO4?ref_=wl_share

https://www.walmart.com/registry/RR/bc3ba14a-6e84-45fa-a086-c59a76789351

Also we have a friend (Thanks Shannon!) of the rescue who is selling freshies air fresheners that are super cute. When she gets the mold for the ferret one a portion of sales are going to be donated to our rescue. Please follow her on TikTok

https://www.tiktok.com/@morrisshannon?_t=8mNZZ9LXj0F&_r=1.

Our sweet Mitzki posed for the mold design 😊

THANK YOU SO MUCH for sticking with me and supporting the rescue during grief. It was just mine and Justin's going steady anniversary and that was such a hard day for me. But I know you are out there praying for me and believing in me and my mission to take care of these babies and I appreciate it. Sometimes it is all that gets me through the day. Thank you.

Tax ID 88-0945277

Donations can be made in app at:

https://www.jotform.com/app/213234930973154

Zelle and PayPal

[email protected]

Venmo @DooksofEarl

Cashapp $dooksofearl

Checks or money orders can be mailed to:

Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

4826 US HIGHWAY 70 E

BROWNSVILLE, TN 38012-8412

#animal rescue #cute animals #animals #rats and crafts #ferrets #bunnies #cats #kittens #save rats and crafts #funfundraiser

7 notes · View notes

jungle-angel · 2 years

Text

“Mo cheann beag” (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: The littlest ones are often the ones who have a deep impact on our lives

Notes: Title roughly translates to “My Little One” in Gaelic

Tagging: @eagerforthesky I promised ya’ll a fic and I have delivered (lol)

Movie nights were something that you and Bob loved above all, even if the kids were too young to understand what was going on.

You and Bob had let the kids stay up a little bit later to watch the movie “Rudy”, a movie that you and Bob loved and had bonded over when you had first met and knew that the kids would appreciate when the time came.

Deidre giggled as the family mutt laid down beside her, all of three of them curled up under their little blankets while you and Bob had taken the couch. The work on the ranch was done for the day, the cows and horses in the barn and the snow falling softly outside, the winters of the Midwest beginning to arrive.

You rested your head against Bob’s, his arm around you with one hand on the bump in your abdomen that was beginning to show a little more each day. “God I love this movie,” he murmured. “Reminds me of when my Dad went to Notre Dame and played football.”

“Your dad went to Notre Dame?” you asked him.

“Yep,” Bob answered. “Got a full ride on the GI bill and everything.”

You and Bob watched, totally absorbed in the story of Rudy’s struggle and drive to play football for Notre Dame. You felt your little one, not yet born, beginning to stir inside you, the little feet pressing against the top of your bump as Bob’s hand moved over the spot where you felt the kicking. “Guess the little one has spoken,” you chuckled.

A laugh escaped your husband’s throat as his hand gently began rubbing circles where he last felt the kicking. Deidre, Patrick and August suddenly jumped up when they finally saw Rudy’s big win, chanting his name as though they too were in the stands. You and Bob couldn’t help but laugh, amazed at the connection your kids were having with this movie.

*******************************

“Alright honey, you ready to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” the doctor asked.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” you chuckled.

Bob helped you lay on your back as you rolled your shirt up to just below your tits, exposing your abdomen. You shivered a little as soon as the cold gel hit your skin, the probe tickling a little bit as she pressed it against your skin. Bob was just as nervous as you were, even though you had already been through it three times.

“Alright, here we go,” the doctor said cheerfully as she pointed to the screen. “So there’s the head, there’s the little heart right there, there’s the little feet....”

You felt Bob’s hand getting a little sweaty as it gripped yours. The build up to these moments were often when the excited nervousness crept in.

“Looks like there’s a little something, right there,” the doctor chuckled as she pointed to a spot on the screen you and Bob could hardly make out. You looked a little bit closer and Bob’s eyes went wide behind his glasses, his hand clamping over his jaw which caused you to laugh. “Oh my God,” he said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “Is it really?”

“Congratulations you two,” the doctor said excitedly.

“Oh man,” Bob chuckled, shaking his head a little. “Deidre’s gonna flip when she finds out she’s getting a baby brother.”

You laughed and kissed the back of his hand. Bob returned the kiss, happy beyond words that the rest of the squad were going to have another nephew.

**********************************

No matter how many times you had done this.

No matter how many times it had brought you and Bob unimaginable joy.

Labor SUCKED.

You leaned against Bob as the warm water in the bath relieved some of the pain in your lower back, one of his hands gripping your own and the other rubbing up and down your back. “I love every one of them,” you groaned. “But this one is really putting me through the ringer.”

Bob felt your hand tighten around his, you drawing in a shaky breath and letting it out as the muscles in your belly tightened and relaxed. “You’ll make it through, baby,” he assured you. “I promise you will.”

It went on for what felt like an eternity, both Bob and the midwife assuring you that everything was going smoothly You could feel it already, the pressure, the sweat standing out on your forehead and the shakiness in your body. You didn’t fight it. The minute you felt the need, the midwife told you to push.

It was quick. Five good pushes and in no time at all, you felt that familiar relief wash over your body. The midwife lifted your son out of the water and into your arms, the little one’s face scrunched as he let forth his shrieks. You and Bob couldn’t believe how tiny he was, fitting perfectly into your arms, his fingers and his toes barely the size of yours.

“Oh baby, shhhh, it’s ok,” you murmured trying to calm your baby boy’s cries. Bob gently stroked his son’s hair, the baby’s hands clenching into little fists. He still could hardly believe that the two of you had made something so perfect.

“You wanna hold him Daddy?” you asked him.

“Of course,” Bob answered.

He slipped his shirt off as the midwife helped you in turn, gently taking your newborn son in his hands, towel and all and cradling him against the bare skin of his chest. “It’s ok baby,” he whispered. “We’re gonna get you all warmed up and get you back to Mama once she’s all ready.”

Bob felt the baby growing a little warmer as he held him, switching out the bath towel for the crochet blanket his mother, Irene, had made, the yarn shades of blue, gold, white and pale bronze. “There we go,” he whispered. “Now you’re nice and warm.”

Bob was still in disbelief that such a perfect little human had been made by the two of you, the tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, mo cheann beag,” Bob murmured, the baby squirming as a gentle little coo escaped him.

You were laid up in your bed in the bedroom of your house, with Bob beside you a short time later, your son rooted at your breast as he fed, his eyes half closed as Bob stroked the baby’s soft tufts of dark blonde hair. “You know he’s gonna need a name right?” you pointed out.

Bob made a face, realizing that the two of you hadn’t decided on a name yet. You went through every possible name for boys that you could think of for a boy, but none of them sticking.

“Guess the only name we haven’t mulled over is Rudy,” Bob said.

To your surprise, the baby let go, his head turning sharply to look right up at you with his little eyes that had gone just as wide as Bob’s. “Did you see.....?”

You laughed, nodding until you felt the sharpness of the baby suddenly having let go of your nipple. “I think the little one has spoken again,” you half laughed.

Bob kissed the top of his son’s delicate little head. “Rudy,” he murmured. “Rudy.......babes, it’s perfect.”

Rudy Sean Floyd’s name was put beside the names of you, Bob, Bob’s parents and Bob’s siblings as well as Deidre, Auggie and Patrick’s. You couldn’t help but smile as well when you put him in his warm little pjs, dark blue and emblazoned with a little teddy bear holding a football and big gold letters that read “Notre Dame” across the top. When you had taken as many pictures as you had wanted, Bob picked Rudy up and placed him in the crib at the foot of the bed, covering him with the blanket. “Goodnight Rudy,” he whispered, placing a kiss on his tiny little cheek.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick short stories #dagger squad

138 notes · View notes