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some things about me :)
the basics: 22, she/her, from the us :)
i'm a third year pharmacy student! also minoring in justice, law, and society
along with writing, i also intern at a retail pharmacy during the summer and a psychiatric hospital during the school year
so naturally my pharmacist series is my absolute favorite to write and research!
𝓶𝔀𝓲𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 - the full masterlist
don't know where to start? here's a few readers' favorites :)
❤️ - izzie’s favorites
💌 if you want to peek at all of my writings
S E R I E S
"your prescription is ready for pick-up" - 141 x pharmacist!reader
all of my works and our pharmacist reader
a panacea❤️ - 141 meets the cure to all their ailments
sick day visit - you prided yourself on never getting sick but the day has finally come. as you’re resting in your quarters, a certain group pays you a visit :)
fake hypochondriac ghost x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - ghost goes to extreme lengths to see his favorite pharmacist
pain-killer fueled thoughts price x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - price landed himself in the medic tent and his pain killers are making him tell the pharmacist his feelings.
keep your weapons hot and bodies hotter (18+) - stripper!141 x fem!reader (codename: Phoenix)❤️
hunk-o-mania 141 edition - feast your eyes on Delilah's Den's newest male dancers
playboy bunny phoenix edition - an unforeseen guest complicates the mission, now you have to get ready to act as the distraction on stage
the joys of civilian life - 141 x civilian!fem!reader
opposite occupations - while on leave, the boys each meet a civilian that makes their time deployed and defending their country worth it
family moments - 141 x fem!reader
little moments and little voices - precious moments you spend in your home with your husband and children :)
oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up - your husband leaves this world too early and now you have to pick up the pieces with your children
secrets and pointed fingers (requested!)❤️ - simon "ghost" riley
behind locked doors - when the 141 thinks you're the mole, they make sure to extract the information in whatever way possible
empty apologies and avoiding glances - when you return back to base, everything is far from normal
half empty glasses and unchanging perspectives - you try to run away from the trauma at the pub but with a glass in hand, simon finds you
O N E - S H O T S
odd hobbies - 141 x reader everyone has their own hobbies, yours are just unique to 141’s perspective
butterfly effect - 141 x fem!reader they say "a butterfly flaps its wings in the amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of europe." what once was a silly quote now has implications as one action leads to your death.
opposite of a meet cute❤️ - 141 x civilian!reader most people have a cute story as to how they met their significant other but yours is a little more eccentric
V I S U A L S + R A N D O M
random things in pockets and bags❤️ SERIES - what does the 141 carry on them when they’re on leave?
pt i- kyle “gaz” garrick
pt ii - simon "ghost" riley
pt iii - johnny "soap" mactavish
pt iv - john price
E X P L A I N S my series of explaining the various timeline's of the games and characters
simon "ghost" riley's backstory
which modern warfare game should i play first?
some writings from the inbox
medication mixup - the medic unknowingly prescribing you a penicillin has disastrous results due to your allergy
141’s dossier - see what the dossiers laswell gets at the end of mw 2019 looks like! + template
ghost’s doppelgänger - how does the 141 and los vaqueros react to you joining the team? their reactions are even better when you share an uncanny resemblance with ghost
running mascara - 141 x fem!reader harsh words are said and you try your best to run away from the cause. however, everyone needs to face the issue eventually and now the 141 is left to pick up the pieces. initially part of my 1k celebration but i added a sequel as it was highly requested! PART I and PART II
mw2 x reader - my ongoing series of pairing y'all up and writing a short lil blurb about how you met and your relationship
izzie’s 1K celebration! - closed now :) but feel free to look and see some of the prompts + how i answered them
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Simon stands frozen in the corridor outside the break room, coffee mug forgotten in his hand.
Inside, you’re laughing with Gaz and a couple of the intel girls, voice bright and careless.
“You can all keep your nonchalant men,” you say, stirring sugar into your tea with unnecessary violence. “I want a chalant one. Someone who texts back fast, who stares too long, who gets excited over nothing and tells me about it. I’m so bloody tired of guessing.”
Gaz snorts, arms crossed casually. “Good luck finding that in this unit.” Meanwhile, Simon’s ears are already burning under the mask. Of course, Gaz has to talk shit now in that smooth London–accent of his.
Simon has spent the last four months being meticulously, painfully nonchalant.
He times his arrivals so he’s already at his desk when you walk in with the morning briefings (never early enough to seem eager). He limits himself to one greeting per day, gruff and quiet. When you wear the burgundy skirt that hugs your hips so perfectly, he stares at the computer screen so hard the pixels blur.
Simon deletes half the texts he types to you before sending (the ones that say things like you looked nice today or missed your presence in the briefing).
He once almost asked if you wanted to grab coffee after work and instead muttered something about ammunition counts and walked away.
He thought he was being careful. Respectful. Professional.
Turns out he’s been doing the opposite of exactly what you want in a man.
Simon’s heart—old, rusted thing that it is—starts hammering like he’s twenty-five again and spotting a pretty girl across the mess in Hereford for the first time in years.
He retreats to his office, shuts the door, and spends ten full minutes staring at the wall.
Existential crisis is too small a word. It’s a full-system reboot.
By 1700 hours he’s still there, mask off, running a hand over his jaw, rehearsing sentences in his head that sound nothing like the Ghost anyone knows. At 1712 he gives up pretending to work, and he finds you at your desk in the outer office, packing up for the day.
You look up, surprised to see him lingering.
“Captain wants the revised sit-rep on his desk by 1800,” he says harsher than intended. It’s a lie. Price is off-base until tomorrow.
You nod, already reaching for the file. Simon clears his throat. Once. Twice. Swallowing too thickly both times.
“Actually,” he says, voice still embarrassingly rough, “I was wonderin’ if you’ve eaten yet.”
You blink.
“Because I haven’t,” he continues, the words tumbling out before he can stop them, “and there’s a decent Indian place fifteen minutes away. If y’like curry. Or if you don’t, we could find something else. I don’t mind. I just—I’d like to buy you dinner.”
He stops, mortified at how loud his pulse is in his own ears.
You stare at him for a long second, lips parted. Then your face softens into the kind of smile that makes his chest hurt like he’s been stabbed.
“I love curry,” you say quietly, and Simon exhales like he’s been holding his breath for months. “Good,” he manages awkwardly. “That’s... good.”
He hovers while you grab your coat, hands flexing at his sides like he wants to help but doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
As you two walk past Gaz (who just happens to be there) toward the door, the Sergeant grins into his fresh cup of coffee, murmuring: “Took you long enough, sir.”
Simon shoots him a swift glare and follows you out, ears still burning, but for the first time in years the silence around him feels hopeful instead of deafeningly safe.
being the oldest daughter in an ethnic household has been taking a little toll on me lately so let us indulge in roommate!gaz shall we
roommate!gaz who loves to spend his evenings with you in the living room watching whatever you put on the tv. you've currently had this obsession with shows about the military because of gaz, but he absolutely hates the inaccuracy in them. he'll make an occasional comment like "this guy has some magic gun, shooting all these rounds but hasn't reloaded once." on the bright side, he's watching these shows with you and he would never complain about that.
roommate!gaz who does that thing dads do when you say you like a certain food/snack and then buys them in bulk the next time he heads to the store. he said he was getting "nothing much. just some eggs and milk" when he was leaving. but when he walks into the apartment an hour later, you turned out it was a lie. he unloads the groceries and then several packs of your favorite snack. he offers you a warm smile, "you said you liked these a lot the other day, thought i'd buy some for ya."
roommate!gaz who comes back from deployment with trinkets for you always. his work is global and he is never in one country for too long, so there'd be no better way to spend his time around the world than taking the time to get you something. he loves seeing your reactions at the trinkets he brings, your hands holding the little object carefully and your eyes wide in fascination.
roommate!gaz who loves to brag to the 141 boys about how "phenomenal" his roommate is. he talks about how he thinks your job is so cool, how your hobbies are so interesting, and how your personality is enough to brighten his mood after a rough day. subconsciously, he's just listing the reasons he's in love with you. the boys know that he's smitten, but they wouldn't dare to bring it up until he realizes it for himself.
ok so i know i have not updated this blog in FOREVER and have not interacted since maybe 2023? BUT i just wanted to say i got my top pick at a clinical rotation where i’ll be working on the psychiatric unit with current enlisted and military veterans! i am so so so excited and feel like i’ve really grown in my knowledge in the field.
if you told me that the reason i got into the whole psych field would be because of modern warfare, i would literally laugh. but anyways thanks to everyone who’s been here supporting me since then and continue to read my works <3 hope everyone is doing well and sending all the love xoxo
i CRAVE roommate!gaz who lowkey makes your jaw drop everytime you see him chilling on the couch in an exercise tank top and shorts with his stupid little perfect smile
FALSE GOD — kyle garrick
might’ve started drooling i fear roommate trope means everything to me !! enjoy this quick lil thing i spit out
warnings gaz is hot and cocky what’s new
KYLE GARRICK HAD a sickness. an insatiable hunger at the base point of his skull that told him to strum your nerves like raw guitar chords.
he followed it’s beck and call. ignored every one of yours.
that’s why he teased you like this. he needed you to admit the things he saw dance behind your eyes when he called you sweet little names.
his head dipped on the back of the couch, chiseled jaw grinding as his body stretched. a large palm laid flat on his taut belly, thumb hooked just past the waist band of his shorts.
you opened the door, and his stupidly beautiful face split in a grin. it was truly nothing you’d hadn’t seen before, you seemed to always catch kyle at the worst times.
“go take a shower, you whore.” you throw at him, then your keys and bag.
he tosses it to the side with a grunt.
“i’m not a whore,” he says simply, but the way his left eyebrow arches up — you question the validity of the statement. he cocks a forearm up behind his head, flexes it, and you know it’s a lie. he fucking knows he’s hotter than a two dollar pistol. and it irks you.
but damn it, he was pretty enough to lick the sweat off of.
“staring at me like you could eat me and i’m the whore,” gaz scoffs, and some acid bitten laugh falls from your mouth.
“oh, you’ve done it now, garrick.”
you lunge at him, crossing the couch in a few lousy jumps before you start throwing cushioned blows into his abdomen. you ignore that it feels like you’re hitting bricks.
he tips his head back and laughs, actually lets you land some of those strikes before he kicks a leg under you. his hands follow your wrists, pin them together and then you to the couch.
a gasp falls out of your mouth before you can stop it.
your eyes jump around frantically, some pathetic attempt to ease the concrete set gaze he has on you. you struggle against his grip, but it’s unwavering. makes a coil tighten in your stomach.
“kyle, let me up,” you huff, but he’s beaming like a damn cheshire cat.
“no.”
you jerk against the restraint again. “please?”
he cracks, and the bruising of your arms briefly alleviate, but when your eyes find his, he pushes down harder.
“admit you like me,” he coos, and it sounds foreign coming out of his pretty mouth. this six something, two hundred pound man, pinning you to your shared sofa, almost pleading with you to admit something so juvenile.
you laugh. “i don’t.”
“do too,” he rebuttals.
“do not.”
he hikes a meaty thigh between your legs and pushes it against you. something that stings you like arsenic and warms you like whiskey hits the back of your throat. he feels the heat of you against him and has to bite his cheek not to vocalize it.
“do too. i can feel you, lovie.” at least he tried.
your head lolls to the side. you can feel his eyes burning fever onto your turned cheeks. “fine.”
“fine what?” he implores, and his free hand falls to squish your chin, make you look at him again.
“fine, ithinkyou’rehot.”
“hmm?” he’s not having it. prick.
“you’re beautiful and you make me sick when you look that good sweaty as a mug. happy?”
he nods and licks his teeth. you can tell he feels accomplished, like he’d won something out of a claw machine. maybe he had.
“yes.” he grinds his leg again just to see you swallow a whine then releases you from his sick vice. pats your cheek for good measure. “thanks, pretty little dove.”
when he rises to his feet to go off and shower as you’d originally suggested, there’s a twisted triumph etched on his face. it makes your eyes roll. he’s honestly just glad you caved before he had to start walking around the house naked.
a/n : begging someone to ask for a part 2 im drooling
Pairing: Kyle x fem!Reader (american, unfortunately)
Word count: 2k-ish
Tags/warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, sex (oral (both male and female receiving, unprotected PiV)
A/N: Just some more cringey mid smut. I'm sorry reader has no thoughts just horny okay? Hot men want her and she's not questioning it. I promise when she's not getting off she's dedicating her life to wildlife conservation and championing women's rights.
Part 1 | Part 2
Why had it never occurred to you to move here? The UK was lovely.
You were spending a Sunday exploring your new neighborhood, just checking out the shops. A crisp autumn breeze made you hug your sweater closer.
The local bookstore was nestled between a specialty tea shop and an antiques market. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were well-stocked with beloved classics and new releases alike. The latest addition to your favorite romance series sat on one of the top shelves. Juuust out of reach, even stretched up on your tiptoes. A hand came into view as you fumbled to grasp the spine, pulling out your intended book and placing it in your waiting hands.
You make to thank the stranger and completely forget your words as you look up at what you believe to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Warm skin, warm eyes, warm smile. You wanted to wrap yourself up in him like a blanket.
"Haven't read that one yet, but I love the author," he let you know, giving the cover a couple taps.
He reads glorified fantasy smut?
"Oh yeah, they're great! Really feels like you're in the story." You immediately recognize how that could be misconstrued if he knew the content. You feel like you're on fire, burning with embarrassment. He just agreed with a laugh.
Kyle, you learn is his name, invited you back to his place for tea. Was that normal here? For strangers to ask you over for tea? You told yourself you didn't want to decline and be impolite. And of course you wouldn't stay for long, it's a work night after all.
So you found yourself curled up on a deep sofa that felt like a cloud (you'd have to remember to ask where he got it), hot tea in hand, discussing your shared love for the author that brought you together.
And when he asked if you'd read to him, you obliged. Momentarily forgetting your pick in literature had you describing rather- ahem -explicit interpersonal relationships. With each mention of peaked buds or a turgid member, you wished you could be the steam swirling off your tea and evaporate into nothingness.
Kyle had moved closer, placing an arm over your shoulder as you tried your best not to stumble over the words. "Keep going, dove," he encouraged.
Who were you to defy him?
And then his warm palm gripped your thigh, tracing small circles there with his thumb. That feeling sent a little shockwave up your leg. You tried not to squeeze your thighs together.
You caught Kyle's subtle shifting of hips next to you. Your voice trailed off as you looked up at the man. Not realizing just how close the two of you had become. His lips just a couple inches from yours. They looked soft, plush.
You don't know who closed the gap, just that you wanted to melt into the feeling of his lips on yours.
A curious flick of his tongue across your lips had you parting them to get a taste of him. A lingering floral sweetness from the earl gray. Delicious.
His hands slid to your hips and guided you into his lap to straddle his thick thighs.
(God, you really should've moved here sooner.)
Long fingers wandered up your shirt, toying with the band of your bra, sparks radiating under your skin where his fingers made contact. He hesitates.
"Need help?" You question against his lips.
He let out a low chuckle. That was all the consent he needed. Kyle made quick work of unclasping your bra and removing it and your shirt in one smooth motion.
"Bloody hell," thumbing over the soft skin of your breasts. Watching the skin tighten and your nipple react to the sudden exposure and stimulation.
"Speaking of peaked buds," he smirks.
That gets a giggle out of you. "Shut up if you want your turgid member," giving a roll of your hips, "to get any action."
He placed love bites and kitten licks around the sensitive tissue as he caressed your tits stroking lightly over your nipples. Each brush like an electric shock to your system.
Your hips are moving of their own accord, seeking any friction you can get. The pace bordering on frantic. You feel like a damn teenager. Could probably come just like this.
"I want to taste you," he sighed. "C'mon lovie, want you to sit on my face."
"O-oh, I've never...," you trail off, too embarrassed to continue.
"S'alright, it's easy. I do all the work and you just enjoy." He's looking up at you through his long lashes, with big brown eyes impossible to say no to.
He made it sound so simple. So, you shimmy out of your pants. Not your cutest panties. Just a cotton pair embellished with a small bow. But the sight seems to have Kyle even more excited.
"I'm scared I'll hurt you," you fidget on your feet.
"Dove, I promise you won't. But if this is how I go out, it'd be an honorable death," tugging your panties down your thighs.
It takes a bit of awkward adjusting to get you into position, hovering over the gorgeous man between your thighs. You can feel his hot breath fanning over your pussy.
"I said sit, love." His strong hands draw you down to rest on his open mouth.
Any nervous thought is immediately forgotten. You can't focus on anything but the feeling of Kyle working you open on his tongue, your hips bucking involuntarily.
Kyle catches his breath for a moment, "Just like that love, ride me."
When he suckles your clit you keen, fisting the couch cushions in your hands. Your moans almost drown out the lewd, sloppy sounds of your juices and his saliva mixing together. Kyle's eager to lap up everything.
Kyle continues rhythmically sucking and licking and fucking you on his tongue until he finds the pattern that has your breath hitching.
"I-I'm close," you stutter out. "Gonna come, Kyle."
He lets out a groan against your clit that sends delicious vibrations through you and pushes you over the edge. You gasp as your cunt flutters around nothing, Kyle suckling you to the point of overstimulation.
You struggle to lift yourself off of him to escape and flop over next to him. He shifts up to a sitting position. When you look over at him, you're embarrassed to see the neck of his t-shirt is slightly drenched. Kyle's wearing it like a badge of honor, a huge grin plastered across his face.
"Thanks, dove."
You let out a laugh, "I think I'm the one who should be thanking you here."
Your eyes trail down to the sizeable bulge tenting his trousers. You have to swallow back the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight. Kyle reads your mind. "Really, you don't have to."
Your eyes darted back to his. "Oh, I definitely want to return the favor," slipping your fingers under the waistband of his trousers. Kyle hastily shoves his bottoms down as you settle in between his knees, his cock springing free with a smack against his stomach.
He's cut. With tight, dark curls surrounding the base. What's most enticing is the slight curve and the prominent vein you swear you can see pulsing. The tip shines with his precum.
"Oh wow," you breathe. "You're so pretty."
Kyle huffs, "That's probably the cutest reaction I've gotten. You always so swee-," he cuts off with a hiss. You've taken his swollen head into your mouth, running your tongue along the sensitive edge of his tip. Making eye contact the whole time.
Wanting to get a better view, he lifts the edge of his shirt up, holding it between his teeth. Dog tags clinking against his chest catch your attention. But any consideration for them is lost when Kyle let's out a ragged groan, throwing his head back as you suck and try to take him deeper
You're not able to take all of him, wrapping your hand around his base. He places a gentle hand on the back of his head, urging you to bob your head.
There's an ache in your jaw, but the growing desperation of his moans has you pushing through it. The sound of his pleasure exciting you again, shifting your thighs, trying to get a bit of stimulation.
You do your best to relax and push past your gag reflex, breathing steadily through your nose. When you can feel him in your throat, you swallow around him.
"Holy fuck, dove!" he's squirming beneath you, but you don't let up.
"Oh! Oh, shit!" he pushes you off of him by your forehead. His breathing is labored.
"You're gonna have me embarrassing myself," shaking his head as he hauls you back into lap. "I hafta know what that pretty cunt feels like."
"Oh god, please," you beg.
Kyle's got one hand gripping your ass and spreading you apart, the other positioning himself at your entrance. You feel your breath punched out of you when you sink down his length. It feels deeper than anyone's ever been.
"Christ, I don't think I'm gonna last," Kyle admits through gritted teeth.
Sucking Kyle off had you aching already. The feeling of him filling you up was heaven. You can't help the way your cunt squeezes around him, "Me neither. Just move, Kyle."
You both move in tandem, fucking yourself on his length as he thrusts his hips up into. Kyle brings a hand down to make quick, tight circles around your clit. His precision has the tension building inside of you rapidly. It doesn't take long before you're coming again with a cry, your climax setting off Kyle's. You don't have the strength to lift yourself but you grind down onto him, riding out both of your highs, slowly coming to rest against his chest, Kyle's strong arms holding you close.
You can feel him softening inside you, but he makes no move to remove himself. You're resting your head in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your breath, when a shrill ringtone makes you jump.
"Dammit," Kyle reaches to grab his phone and glance at the screen. He turns back to you with a slight grimace as he shifts you off his lap and onto the couch, juices dripping down your thighs
"Shit. I'm really sorry. I gotta take this real quick. Work," he explains. "There's water in the fridge if you need it. So sorry, love," he disappears down the hall.
You make your way to the kitchen to look for a paper towel or napkin to clean yourself up and notice a small notepad on the refrigerator with what looks like a partial shopping list. You eye the pencil dangling from a string attached.
You only gave Johnny a rating because you thought you'd never see him again. But you wouldn't mind if you saw Kyle again, and he certainly deserved a thank you for the mind-blowing experience.
Kyle's not back from his call yet, so you grab the pencil and quickly scrawl out:
10/5. Prettiest dick I've ever seen, and he knows how to use it. Even prettier face. Makes for a great seat.
You also leave your number. You need to make new friends, you reason, and Kyle seemed like a very good friend to have.
You're at the door shouldering your tote bag when Kyle walks back into the room.
"Maybe we can get to know each other better when we both have a little more time?" He suggests, toying with the bottom of your shirt.
You bite down the overeager of course! that wants to burst out of you and opt for a slightly more coy, "I'd like that."
"I left my number on the fridge," you let him know before bidding the man goodbye with a sweet kiss on the cheek.
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Johnny is seething. Kyle is laughing his ass off.
"10/5 tha’ must be a mistake. It's gotta be a 1 point 0. Your dick's not even tha' pretty," Johnny huffs.
"Don't be like that, Soap. Seen the way you look at me in the showers."
Johnny's grumbling, his competitive nature getting the best of him when he looks up at the other man in the room. "LT, you should go after her, bet you couldnae even get her tae come home with you. Scary fuck."
The big man's permanently bored expression looks a shade more interested, "If you insist.”
i’m literally screaming and giggling like i’m fucking reading fanfic for the first time✨🥵 for real though this series has me ABSOLUTELY SAT like i’m waiting in line for the next part, so everyone do urself a favor and give this a read xoxo
Ghost is the type of dad that would fall asleep while letting his kid color in his tattoos, only to wake up 30 minutes later to find his whole face covered in a kaleidoscope of scribbles.
Gaz is the type of dad that only has to be taught once not to hold a freshly-fed baby above his head. Even several months after the incident, he still shivers when he recalls the warm puke falling directly into his mouth.
Soap is the type of dad that gains 25 pounds of “sympathy weight” during your pregnancy (not to mention the additional 25 pounds he puts on a few years later from his habit of polishing off your toddler’s unfinished dino nuggets).
Price is the type of dad that has definitely gotten all of his kids to pull his finger at some point. By the time he does it to your final child, it’s almost become a right of passage to have dad fart in your face.
You were by no means a sleeping beauty. You had been told by friends, family members, and even exes that you were the absolute worst when you slept. The laundry list of reasons you were the ugliest sleeping corpse crept into your mind every time you fell asleep. From drool-soaked pillows to your snoring that sounded like a mix between a chainsaw and a rumbling earthquake, you reveled in the fact that you lived in a one-person flat.
That was part of the reason you were hesitant to allow your boyfriend, Kyle, to spend the night after some festivities. It wasn’t like you hadn’t slept together before but it was usually following a drunken-filled night and he was still knocked out when you awoke and made yourself look a bit more presentable. But this time, it was clear he had come to stay when he showed up at your flat with dinner and a small backpack. Your heart sank as he innocently walked to your bedroom and you peeked into the bag to find it filled with basic toiletries and a fresh set of clothes for the next day.
You knew you were doomed the minute you both fell back into the sheets and he replied that he would get washed up for bed. “You sure you want to stay over,” you called as you followed him into the brightly lit washroom, “I’m a bit of a kicker when I sleep.” You decided to throw that in instead of all the other odd things you did in your sleep, you secretly hoped he’d get the hint and head home. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him go about his quick routine and waited for a response. “Think I can handle it,” he replied as he patted his face with one of your face towels and delicately folded it in his hands. His boyish, charming smile made you melt but you decided to remain firm on the task at hand. You tried to feign a smile and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Alright,” you said a bit cautiously before making your way to the sink, “just have to brush my teeth, I’ll be back to bed in a moment.”
The minute Kyle was out of the bathroom, you speed-ran your nightly routine. You ditched your multi-step skincare routine and went with the bare bones. As you quickly rubbed your moisturizer in with one hand and brushed your teeth with the other, you tried to figure out a solution to your current predicament. Kyle was the perfect partner and you wanted him around in the future but you knew from past experiences your sleeping habits were an immediate turn-off. You juggled the idea of sneaking to sleep on the couch but decided it was too risky. Eventually, you decided in your infinite wisdom it would be best to try and stay up for the remainder of the late night. You sighed as you washed your hands and patted your face with a soft towel. You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before shutting the lights and returning to the bedroom.
“Took you long enough,” Kyle teased as he pulled you into bed. He gently placed his phone on your nightstand as you approached the bed. You giggled as he flipped you over him and wrapped a secure arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but reach a hand up and allow your fingers to trace his features. “You have to tell me what you use to keep your skin so soft,” you teased as you leaned closer to him. He smiled at your comment before moving his hand to tuck a few loose pieces of hair behind your ear. “I’ll never tell,” he whispered as he gazed at you, “besides, you are the most gorgeous person to me.”
Oh, how ironic his compliment was. You couldn't help but mentally gag at that comment, knowing there was so much more to you that he hadn't and hopefully would never see. It pained you to even try to imagine what it would be like to pull off an all-nighter. However, to keep Kyle, you would do anything. You lay in a comfortable silence, your hands exploring his chiseled frame, before he spoke up again. “Get some sleep, love,” Kyle commented before placing his head into the crook of your neck. You sat wide awake as his gentle breaths brushed your clavicle. You were fighting off sleep the best you could but were drawn into the idea of peaceful slumber every time he slowly tightened his grip around you. You pinched the side of your thigh as you tried to continue your little charade. You eventually moved slowly, untangling yourself from his grasp. You gently moved his head from your neck and rolled out of his arms that were settled around your waist. You could’ve sworn you heard him stir awake but the minute you looked back, he was still softly sleeping.
As you turned over and watched the soft midnight light hit Kyle’s face, you couldn’t help but yawn a bit from exhaustion. You rubbed your tired eyes and refocused your attention on how his chest softly rose and fell. He was gorgeous even when he was asleep. He looked peaceful as if he was something out of a fairytale book. You secretly envied him as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your various social media platforms. You could feel your eyes getting heavier as you continued to scroll. “Just going to close my eyes for a few moments,” you said to yourself as you slowly felt yourself sink into your warm sheets.
When you awoke, you frantically trapped your phone to look at the time. 8:56 AM the letters harshly read as you wiped some droll off your face. You took a minute to wake up before you realized, fuck, Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Your insecurities began to unravel before you heard some noise in the kitchen. You rose from the bed and hissed at the cold hardwood hitting your feet. You pulled on a shirt that had been haphazardly thrown on the ground and made your way to the bathroom. You took a moment to look at yourself in all of your disgusting glory as you continued to hear the commotion of ceramic cups clanging against each other. “At least he didn’t leave,” you mumbled to yourself before you ran the faucet and splashed some water onto your face.
“Hey,” you said gently as you walked over to the kitchen. You had spent a good five minutes brushing your wild hair and scrubbing your drool-crusted face. Kyle was leaning against the counter as he prepared two cups of tea. "Sorry if I woke you," he commented and you couldn't help but smile at the baritone nature of his morning voice. You shook your head as you stretched lightly and suddenly felt a bit shy at the feeling of his eyes on yours. “I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurted out as you made your way to him, “I know I’m an ugly sleeper and I should’ve warned you before you slept over.” As you scanned his face for a reaction, he burst out in laughter. You rubbed your neck in embarrassment as he calmed down from his sudden outburst. “I will say I was scared at first when I looked over and saw your eyes were open but I was happy to hear you loudly snoring after,” he said through chuckles, reaching up and cupping your cheek. You were flushed at his words and felt yourself slowly dying from shame. “But you know I’m a soldier, love,” he reassured you as he stoked your soft face, “I have slept in much worse situations.”
You let out a sigh and looked back up at him with a soft smile. “Well I’d be more than happy to stay 'round yours,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “now that you know what you’re in for.” As you savored the moment, you couldn’t help but look over to see how the phone with a few notifications popping up. What was more important was the fact that his new lock screen was a picture of you sprawled out on his chest, eyes half-lidded, and hair a complete wreck. Before you could even think about it, he snatched the device and placed it safely in his pocket. “Don’t even think about it, love.”
