#prompt: Fireworks

[gregorovitch-adler]

Fireworks

Sherlock never understood the tradition of kissing someone at midnight on New Year's Eve. He didn't understand a lot of traditions, actually, especially when they had to do with romance.

John, on the other hand, was extremely excited about it. He had been waiting for it to be midnight for a couple of hours now. Even Mariana had rolled her eyes at that.

Anyway, there they were. Standing on the rooftop of 221 Baker Street, waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

Having been in a relationship together for six months, now, meant they had to bear with John's bouts of energy once in a while.

Mariana was on Sherlock's right side, and John had taken the other one.

The three of them had just been gazing at the sky and had been talking about nothing in particular.

Suddenly, Mariana was shivering a lot, even with her thick coat.

Sherlock unzipped his black jacket and pulled Mariana close by her shoulder to be able share the jacket with her. Well, try to, at least.

Now Sherlock was shivering too. "Is-is it midnight already?" he asked John.

John had been staring at his wristwatch for a whole minute now. "Seven more seconds! Ok, now, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year!"

The whole sky was slowly being covered with fireworks. Apparently, the whole Westminster was at it tonight. Some bursting sounds from a distance made Sherlock adjust his ear defenders properly.

John grabbed his face and pressed his lips against Sherlock's. Sherlock placed a hand on John's jawline to kiss him back. He could feel John smile into the kiss.

Even in the midst of chaos and uncomfortably loud sounds, Sherlock found peace and love in John's sweet kisses.

Not all traditions were stupid, he figured.

Sherlock stepped back, and Mariana walked over to John.

Sherlock zipped his jacket back up as he watched John and Mariana kiss under the beautiful night sky.

His face formed a smile on its own.

John and Mariana broke off the kiss, and now it was Sherlock's turn to kiss her.

Mariana came over to Sherlock again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they both began to kiss each other.

Sherlock would never get tired of the feeling of her soft mouth on his own. He grabbed her waist as they continued to kiss.

Mariana shivered violently, and that's when they had to stop.

"We really need to go back to the flat," said Sherlock, and the three of them laughed.

Mariana decided to hug Sherlock after that.

John walked over to join in.

Sherlock, John, and Mariana were holding each other quietly for a long moment.

They stepped back and broke it off.

Sherlock, John, and Mariana turned around to get back to 221 B to feel more comfortable together, all with the excitement of the new year and new beginnings waiting for them at the doorstep.

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Prompt: Fireworks by @fluff-cember

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A. N. : Now it's finally over. Thanks a lot for reading my stories, everyone! It was a fun challenge. Hope to come back here with my new writing piece soon. :D

Happy New Year!

[bahbahhh]

A princess on the run, a missing hero, and the sword they share.

imposter syndrome

a @zelinktines story / rated T / during EoW / zelink

cw: language and violence

story beta-read by the amazing @mistresslrigtar

Updates Saturdays and Wednesdays

chapter 22 “fraud” excerpt:

Her memory went black after that. The next thing she remembered was waking up in her bed. Tri’s lullaby filled in the rest. There was a perfect version of her slowly descending the snow-capped mountains. Null was going to wear her face to steal the Prime Energy right out from underneath them and use it to return the world to darkness.

And it was all her fault.

Read the rest of chapter 22 on ao3!

[ate-the-wordsmith]

Sebastian schlendert aus der kleinen Kaffeeküche zu Thorsten und lehnt sich mit der Hüfte gegen den Schreibtisch. "Was hältst du davon, wenn wir uns ins Auto setzen und irgendwo rauffahren? Damit wir runter in den Kessel schauen und das Feuerwerk bewundern können?"

[wreckedandpolemic]

sweet as blood-red jam - matty healy

(mdni) in which all of you belongs to matty. all of you. part of the white and gold universe and summer75 2024. 2620 words.

warnings: blink-and-you’ll-miss-it somno, sex toys, anal sex, praise, mild degradation, mild cumplay, general filth don’t look at me

You’ve been squirming all day, tense with excitement and anticipation. The plug you’re wearing jostles with every move you make, cunt dripping in your panties. A dreamy smile crosses your face as you remember the morning, reliving it in vivid, glorious detail.

You wake to Matty fucking into you, moaning low in his throat and kissing you open-mouthed. “Hi, darling,” he says, smiling as you blink blearily up at him. “You just looked so pretty, I couldn’t help myself.”

After a long, slow, indulgent fuck, curled up in his arms, you’re still starving for him, hunger gnawing between your legs. “Need to be yours, Daddy,” you whine. “Everywhere. Every single hole.”

Matty’s breath hitches, fingers tracing delicately across your cheekbone. “Shit, princess, are you sure?” You nod, biting your lip as your cheeks flush red. “Fuck, m’gonna be thinking about that all fuckin’ day. That’s cruel and unusual punishment, darling.”

Your heart drops. “You’re leaving? I thought you stopped working Tuesdays?” you frown, clinging to him and burying your face in his chest like you could pin him to the bed and keep him there. 

Sighing, Matty rakes a hand through his hair. “S’just this stupid meeting. Should only be a couple of hours, but it’ll be boring as all fuck.”

A smirk slides across your face. “Well, if you won’t be gone long…” You trail your fingers along his side. “Could always get me ready for you… Fill me up with a pretty plug while I wait for you to come home and fuck my slutty little ass.”

“Jesus, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, one day,” Matty groans. “Where’d my good little girl learn to talk so filthy, hm?”

You giggle. “Learned it from you, Daddy.” Pouting up at him, you turn on the wide, pleading eyes that get you whatever you want. His resolve visibly crumbles, carefully easing his way out from under you to retrieve your box of toys from under your bed. Pure want throbs thickly between your legs at the sight of Matty with the silicone plug between his fingers, his smirk filthy.

You roll onto your front, shaking your ass teasingly, and Matty chuckles darkly. “Little slut. Want Daddy to open up that pretty ass, yeah?” His fingers swirl delicate patterns across the skin of your ass, and you squirm. You hear the quiet snick of him uncapping a bottle of lube, the wet sound of him slicking up his fingers, arousal dripping from your cunt. “You ready, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan, widening your legs a little so he can kneel between them. His wet fingers trace softly around your hole, the muscle quivering under his touch. Achingly slow, he inches a finger into you, pausing at the first knuckle to let you adjust, a low moan falling from your lips.

It’s not the first time you’ve done this, but it’s rare enough that the feeling is unfamiliar, pressure mounting as Matty sinks his finger fully into you. “It’s okay, princess. Relax, darling, s’just me, just my fingers. You take me all the time, I know you can take it, angel. That’s it, that’s my good girl,” Matty murmurs, your body relaxing under the praise as he slips another finger into you. The stretch, the fullness, the pressure is indescribable, pleasure pooling at the base of your skull and making your head hazy.

“Feels s’fucking good, Daddy. Always so good to me, give me everything I want,” you moan, back arching as Matty slowly thrusts his fingers. He leans down, kissing over your shoulder blade and scissoring his fingers, gently stretching you open as your hands ball into fists in the sheets.

Liquid heat throbs in your veins, Matty’s breath coming quick and short against your skin. “Anything my girl wants,” he echoes, his smile audible. “You ready, darling? Or d’you want one more?”

It takes a long moment to process his words, lifting your head weakly off the mattress to murmur, “M’ready. Fill me up, Daddy, please.” You clench involuntarily as Matty slips his fingers out of you, slick silicone pressed against your hole moments later.

Matty coos reassurances in your ear, slowly pushing the plug into you as you whimper and whine, your brain melting into liquid with every second. “So pretty, baby. Such a good girl. Greedy little hole taking it so well, angel. You still feeling good?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, electricity arcing up your spine. It takes a few moments for the plug to be fully seated, the crystal shining up at Matty as he stares, tracing entranced little patterns into the flesh of your ass.

“There y’go, princess. Nice and full for me, ready for me to fuck that tight little hole when I get home, yeah?” You roll over to face him, gasping as the movement presses the plug deeper into you. Matty descends on you ravenously, kissing you with a frantic hunger and cradling your jaw. “God, m’so hard for you, darling. Gonna drive me fucking crazy, thinking about you waitin’ for me like this.”

A slow smirk crosses your face, your nails digging into his back as you arch up against him. “Think you should cum on my ass, Daddy. Wouldn’t I look so pretty, all dripping with you?” You roll back over, pressing your ass up against him and grinding on his cock. The plug pushes deeper into you, a needy, whining gasp falling from your mouth. “C’mon, Daddy. M’your little cumslut, I need it.”

The sound of pure lust that drips from his lips falls straight to your cunt, the air around you suddenly thick and choking. “Such a little whore,” he coos, groaning as he strokes over his cock slowly. Filthy praise wraps around your brain, vision blurring as you lose awareness of anything but him. He cums over your ass with a low groan of your name, skin painted white as you writhe under him, desperate. “Fuck, you look so pretty, darling.“

“Gonna think about me while you’re gone?” you tease, watching him dip into the bathroom to retrieve you a cloth.

“Don’t ask me stupid questions, princess,” Matty grins, gently cleaning you up and flipping you over to face him. “Always think about you.” He leans down, kissing you softly and pulling away to go get dressed as you pout. 

You trail after him to the door, already missing his touch. “Am I allowed to get off today, Daddy? Don’t wanna be greedy, just feels so good.” Your cunt is clenching with every step, fire licking along your thighs.

Matty pulls you in for a long, slow kiss, hand wandering down to trace over the plug and swallowing your gasp against his lips. “You can cum as much as you like, princess, s’long as you tell me when you do, okay? Wanna know how much of a slut you are when I’m not home,” he grins, snapping the elastic of the panties you’d slipped on against your waist. He kisses you sweetly, pulls back and holds you by the waist. “Be back soon, princess. Soon as I can, promise.”

Of course, it takes a good five minutes of needy kisses before he’s actually out of the door, muttering Gonna be so late. Worth it, under his breath as he goes. Your hole clenches involuntarily around the plug, a constant, low-level hum of need buzzing around your brain. For an hour or so, you try to go about your day as normally as possible, but the second you sit down with a mug of coffee, a pulse of pleasure rips through you savagely. Every slight movement you make shifts the plug, waves of sensation overtaking you as you fall onto your back on the sofa.

Sliding your panties aside, you push two fingers into your cunt, soaked and dripping. You feel so fucking full, pressure between your thighs working up into your belly as you lose yourself in ecstasy. When you come to, you text Matty a picture of yourself, fingers shoved into your mouth.

just came soo hard thinking of u

can’t wait for you to come home and fuck me in the ass, daddy

God you’re fucking killing me

There’s no answer after that; Matty must have been pulled away to actually do the job that funds your lives. Boring. You cum three more times, accompanying your text to Matty with an obscene picture and a needy plea. It’s impossible to fall asleep with the plug filling your hole, and going anywhere is obviously out of the question, so you resign yourself to the endless loop of laying down, the movement making you needy, getting off, trying to get up, rinse and repeat.

The relief that floods your body when Matty’s key turns in the lock is immense, and you scramble off the bed to meet him, flinging off your shirt somewhere along the way. “Hi, beautiful,” he grins, laughing against your mouth as you press needily against him. He kisses you long and hard, your body melting happily against his, insistent desire throbbing between your legs.

“God, I need you,” you whine, loosening his tie and shoving his jacket off his shoulders. “I need you in my ass, Daddy, need you to fuck me dumb,” you plead, soaking in the warmth of his chest as you practically rip his shirt free of his body. 

“So needy, princess. Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Matty scoops you into his arms, gently setting you on the bed and shoving off his trousers and boxers in one movement. He collapses on top of you, kissing hungrily over your lips, cheeks, neck, chest, fire blossoming under your skin everywhere he touches. “God, couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ day, princess. Think I might have agreed to give someone a million dollars ‘cause I was so distracted by you and your pretty ass,”

You giggle. “Well, m’here now. M’all ready for you, Daddy,” you grin, arching your back and squirming under him. Matty’s hand creeps down, taps against the plug, swallowing your gasp into his mouth.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Matty tugs on the plug, lust pooling in your belly as you clench around it. “This is gonna feel a bit weird, angel. Promise you can take it. My good girl, yeah?” You nod frantically, dizzy and lust-sick as he slowly inches the toy out of you. Your hole flutters needily, tears brimming on your lashes as you whine out incoherent pleas. Eagerly, you watch him slick up his cock, lube dripping from his fingers as he groans low in his throat. “Oh, princess. Fuckin’ gagging for it, aren’t you, baby? Need Daddy to fill up your pretty hole, yeah?”

“Daddy, please,” you whimper, gasping as the tip of his cock teases gently at your hole. Slowly, he inches into you, cooing praise down at you gently.

“Good girl,” he moans, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in, deeper this time. You choke on air, arching up as your cunt flutters needily. Hot pleasure rolls over you, your brain melting into liquid that drips from your ears as Matty pants harshly against your lips. Your vision whites out, your body a messy string of pure desire as he bottoms out, groaning harshly against your lips. “Shit, you feel so good, princess. Y’so fucking tight, your pretty little hole feels so fucking good, god,” he praises, delicately swiping your sweat-damp hair off your face.

His lips hover over yours, gentle and sweet, letting you adjust to the blunt pressure in your ass until you’re digging your nails into his back and whining. “You can move now. Need you to fuck me, m’ready. You feel really fucking good, Daddy,” you add, eyes lust-blown and begging.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Matty pulls out until only the head is inside you, swallowing your whines as you thrash under him helplessly. “Shh, baby, shh. S’okay, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so fucking good, promise.” He pushes into you in one languid, fluid motion, your bodies fitting together so perfectly that you marvel, head spinning and vision blurred. “Fuck, thank you for lettin’ me do this, angel.”

A breathless little giggle spills from your lips, breaking into a moan as Matty thrusts deeply into you. “M’not letting you do anything, Daddy. I want this. Always wanted this,” you add, cunt clenching wantonly around nothing. “I wanna be yours, need all my holes to be yours.”

Matty groans, cock twitching deep inside you. “You’re unreal,” he breathes. “You are not real. Couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girl. Such a good little girl, always actin’ so sweet, when really you just want Daddy’s cock in this sweet little hole, yeah?” You nod dizzily, letting pleasure overtake you as Matty fucks you hard and fast. “You feeling good, angel? You want me to touch you?” You whine out something incoherent and desperate, rocking your hips as your cunt drips against the sheets.

You cry out as Matty’s fingers find your clit, swollen and sensitive and fucking soaked, the barest touch electric as it shoots up your spine. “Fuck, don’t stop, need you s’bad, m’your good little girl, your pretty little slut, all yours,” you moan, Matty’s motions over your clit speeding as he works you into a frenzy. 

“Aw, baby. Should’ve told me how needy your pretty little pussy was gettin’, princess, y’so wet for me.” Your back arches, a pulse of pure need washing over you. Matty’s thrusts don’t slow, pace measured and sweetly torturous.

“Mhmm, s’all— ohh— all for you, Daddy. I— God, yes— love you so much,” you whimper, hurtling towards your orgasm at breakneck speed. 

Ecstasy curves up your spine, setting you ablaze as Matty fucks into you, hips stuttering as he draws close. His moans against your skin come hot and fast, melting into sticky sugar that glues your lips to his, head hazy and eyes closed in bliss. “God, I love you, my perfect girl. You gettin’ close, princess?” You’re powerless to do anything but nod, letting pure pleasure wipe your mind clean, saturating your body and dripping out against Matty’s fingers. “Don’t hold back, baby. Give me everything you’ve got, darling,” he murmurs, pairing one last slow, deep thrust with a harsh pinch to your clit that sends you spiralling.

Your orgasm crashes over you, the weight of it physical, pressing on your very bones. Your entire body is wracked with it, cunt pulsing against Matty’s fingers as you writhe on the mattress, sweat dripping against the sheets. The sensation of Matty buried deep inside you as you cum is new, liquid fire poured along your spine. “That’s it, good girl. You still with me, princess?” With the last of your strength, you moan out an affirmative. “Yeah? Good. Alright, pretty girl, where d’you want me?”

“On me,” you gasp. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, whining as he pulls out of you, slow and gentle. Your hole clenches around the loss, still dizzy from your orgasm. With lidded eyes, you watch Matty pump his cock, and it’s barely a minute before he’s spilling against you, cum splashing over your belly as he groans against your mouth.

His eyes roll back in his head, moaning your name and shuddering as he pains your skin white. “Fuck, that was fuckin’ unbelievable. You’re unbelievable,” Matty grins, rolling off you to lay on his back, panting hard. His fingers come up to trace idly over your stomach, and you suck eagerly when he lifts them to your mouth. “Such a good girl,” he croons. “Just relax for a minute, then I’ll get us cleaned up, okay, princess?”

You stretch out, catlike, luxuriating in his arms. “Mhmm, okay. Love you.”

“I love you, darling.”

[talshiargirlfriend]

Trip’s use of language sometimes reminds T’Pol of pre-Enlightenment Vulcan poetry, so colourful and evocative... and often overly dramatic.

Occasionally, she concedes, it can convey meaning far more effectively than simple literal descriptors.

He leans toward her now, his intent conveyed with a glance.

His hand finds her cheekbone, her ear, her hair.

Anticipation buzzes between them.

He pauses, so close that they share a breath, and they close their eyes in unison.

At last their lips meet.

As they sink into one another, heat, electricity, and emotion seem to flare and spark between them.

It really is like fireworks.

[a-ladyman-in-waiting]

Fireworks

When I gazed upon the bold, brilliant lights, an idea washed over my being.

I quickly tussled with my pocket dimension to take out a piano to celebrate it.

As I graced the balcony with the message from my heart, the fireworks complimented the stricken melodies, turning this piece into a roaring symphony.

I was sure that everyone else felt the same experience

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 31 - Spoopy

Happy LATE Halloween!

[ reminder that this blog follows a 'rf2 Kyle is rf1 Lynette's son' headcanon♥ ]

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

A whumpee afraid of fireworks

[devilsrecreation]

Outlander drawing prompts I got from Wannadraw

- Jasiri gardening

or as Deadpool

or as a model

- Madoa as a warlock

or as a popstar

or steampunk

- Janja drawing a picture of himself

or chibi style

or as a popstar

- Chungu as an evil queen (king)

or wearing an outfit made of flowers

or as an artificer

- Cheezi made of cheese (hehe…CHEESE-i)

or playing with fireworks

or skydiving

- Nne riding a dragon into combat (a komodo dragon lol)

as a demon

or as a puppet

- Tano adopting 50+ cats (bonus if they’re all disney cats)

or dancing in a music video

or as a bard

- Mzingo chibi style

or as a cowboy

or if he was one of the mean girls

- Mwoga as a lego character

or going to prom

or as a ranger

- Reirei as a bard

or rocking a ballgown

or at the Olympics

- Goigoi going to highschool (new au??)

or on Valentine’s Day

or traveling the desert

- Dogo if he was a disney prince

or sporting a giant anime sword

or as a superhero (SUPER JACKAL)

- Kiburi wearing 50’s clothing

or dressed like Nicki Minaj (WHEEZE)

or gardening

- Tamka as a model

or drawn in hayao miyazaki’s style

or on Valentine’s Day

- Nduli as a barbarian

or flying on a magic carpet

or as a Mortal Combat character

- Neema as a rogue

or running from a bear

or surfing

- Shupavu as a llama

or as a druid

or as a character from your fav video game

- Njano as a plant person

or as a wizard

or stranded on an island

- Kenge as a druid

or as a pirate (PIRATE AU?????)

or made of cheese

- Sumu going to a Ren faire

or stranded on an island

or as a ballerina

- Ushari climbing a tree

or drop dead gorgeous

or wearing a bikini (ig as a human-)

Bonus: Vitani’s guard

- Vitani falling in love with an ice cream

- Shabaha as a warlock

- Kasi cooking

- Imara in Lady Gaga’s clothes (bonus if she wears her meat dress)

- Tazama as a character from your favorite video game

Double bonus: Makuu and Hodari

- Makuu if he was two inches tall

or in a Halloween costume

or as an angel

- Hodari at comicon

or as a paladin

or wearing an outfit made of flowers

[fanfics4all]

Fireworks

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 31!

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 442

Warnings: Just explosive fluff!

Prompt(s): Fireworks

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Christmas with the BAU team was nothing like I imagined. I expected it to be a simple, quiet evening, maybe with a few festive decorations and polite small talk. But I should have known that nothing could ever be ordinary with this group. 

The conference room at Quantico had been transformed into a cozy holiday haven. Twinkling string lights were everywhere, and Penelope had somehow convinced everyone, even Aaron Hotchner, to wear Santa hats or reindeer antlers. Mugs of hot cocoa steamed on every table, and Christmas music filled the room. 

Spencer was sitting beside me, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. His hair was slightly messy from the Santa hat Penelope had plopped on his head and he kept pushing his glasses up, cheeks pink in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched the team share stories. He looked like he was soaking every bit of warmth and joy the night had to offer. 

“Are you having fun?” He asked, leaning over. His voice was soft as he watched me. I nodded, smiling. 

“More than I thought I would. It feels like home.” He smiled back, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m glad you came. It wouldn’t feel the same without you.” The warmth of his words filled me with quiet happiness, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. I was content to just be with him and everyone I’d come to care about. As the night went on, David suggested we head to the rooftop. 

“I heard there’s going to be a surprise tonight.” He said with a mysterious glint in his eye. 

“Fireworks! What better way to end the night?” Penelope squealed, clapping her hands. 

We all bundled up in coats and scarves before making our way up to the rooftop. The night was chilly but clear, and the lights of the city twinkled below us. Spencer slipped his arm around me, pulling me into his side to keep me warm. The others gathered around, chatting and laughing. Their faces were lit by the soft glow of the city lights. 

Then, all at once, the sky exploded in color. Fireworks burst above us in dazzling patterns of red, gold, and green, casting a glow across everyone’s faces. Spencer’s eyes lit up as he watched them, his mouth curving into a small, genuine smile that I always loved seeing. He looked so peaceful. So completely at ease in the moment. I felt his arm tighten around me and I looked up at him. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the fireworks. 

“Merry Christmas.” I whispered back.

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[reverseprompts]

Reverse Prompt Challenge #20 - Fireworks!!

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[the-coffee-fandom]

A Firework In The Sky (Don’t Worry Love You Are Mine)

For @girl-in-thechair

The bang of fireworks lit the sky for a split second, an explosion of golden sparkles sprinkled the air, decorating the black with shimmer light like stars, but they did not possess the ability to last like they did. It only lasted a moment but the memory lasted longer.

Marinette covered her ears as tears pricked her eyes. She took in ragged breaths, trying to get her heart to beat right. She stumbled away from the windows, tripping over a chair causing it to tip along with her causing quite the ruckus. Rather than getting up though, she curled into herself, eyes squeezed tightly shut as her ragged breathing became the only noise in the room.

"Marinette? That you? You ok?" A male voice called.

Marinette couldn't hear him though over the pounding of her own heart. Another bang rang through the air; the window allowing the light of the firework to shine through for the mere seconds it was alive in the air, but that was enough for Marinette to see it through her eyelids and curl tighter, whimpering.

Jason looked through the doorway at the sound and saw his girlfriend in a fetal position on the floor and immediately ran over, scooping her up against him, worry seeping off him in waves.

"Hey hey Mari?!? What's wrong?!?!?"

Marinette's eyes opened in shock at being picked up. As soon as her bluebells met his chocolate she buried her face into his neck. Right on time as another ball of dynamite blasted in the air to explode. She whimpered again and latched onto Jason tightly. His eyebrows creased together as he looked up at the window where the fireworks for the fourth of July were going on.

"Hey Mari," he gently stroked a hand through her hair as he stood up and began walking out of the kitchen, heading to the sound-proof basement, "It's ok, it's ok. You're not there. It's just fireworks. You're safe. Everyone is. He's gone."

Marinette kept her head buried in his neck. Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder as he descended the stairs. He got to the bottom and walked over to the lounge area, gently setting her on the couch.

"It's ok doll, it's gone now," he told her softly, still holding her close as he stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled after a long while.

"Hey no apologies."

"But…"

"No, everyone has gone through shit. And with it comes trauma. You can't just flick a magical wand or wish in a well to get rid of it, Pix. You're not the first one to break and you certainly won't be the last. But there's no shame in that. Ok?"

Marinette nodded and leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I love you Jay."

He smiled softly looking down at his girlfriend, "Love you too Pixie."

They sat just cuddling up for a while before Jason checked his watch for the time.

"You don't have the fourth of July," It wasn't a question but Marinette shook her head anyhow, "Fireworks. They happen every year."

"They sound like…" she couldn't seem to finish that sentence as her eyes misted over.

"Hey, it's ok. I know. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I forgot."

"It's not your fault."

Jason remained quiet, not agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Jay…"

"It…"

"Is not," she told him firmly.

Jason sighed and nodded reluctantly as a smirk sneaked onto his face, "Yeah yeah Pixie Pop. So bossy."

She stuck her tongue out at him childishly. He chuckled and captured her lips quickly in a kiss, pulling away with a smug grin and moving so his lips just barely grazed her ear, "Fireworks are over darling. Wanna go back upstairs and bake something?"

He pulled away with a cocky grin. She looked at him with a raised brow and a smirk once she collected herself once again, "Absolutely."

[gelidemperor]

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[jurassicsickfics]

Some Quick 4th of July Hurt/Comfort Prompts

1: Character being afraid of fireworks and clinging to another character the whole time they're going off

2: Caring character covering someone's ears for them so they can watch fireworks without the sound upsetting them

3: Character with PTSD being triggered by loud noises or flashing lights

[52drabbles]

Happy Monday :)

Welcome to the second week of The Year of the Drabble. This week's prompt is the following image -

Pick one of the following lengths for your drabble:

100 words exactly 150 words exactly 200 words exactly up to 300 words 300 words exactly 400 words exactly

... and happy drabbling!