The Morning After

the morning after

Gwen and Aria's POV:

"Babe are you ready? It's about to start!" Gwen shouted to Aria from the sofa.

Aria was busy making them both hot chocolates in the kitchen, so they could enjoy a drink whilst watching the newest episode of Love Island together.

"Coming!"

Gwen's face lit up when she saw her girlfriend walk in the room, Aria's tongue slightly sticking out from concentrating on not dropping the drinks. She graciously took her hot drink and made room for Aria to sit down next to her, cuddling close.

"Thank you." Gwen kissed Aria's cheek and Aria kissed her cheek back in response, before both of them quietened down as the Love Island recap appeared on the screen.

"Last time..." Ian's voice sounded over last nights episode montage, "The heart rate challenge got everyone feeling flustered and even took two people to the hideaway."

"Oh my god! I forgot about that!" Aria gasped, watching Y/N and Harry in the hideaway together. "I've missed them so much."

"Babe, they were literally on our screen last night." Gwen laughed, thinking about how Aria had only become hers last night too.

"Feels like a lifetime ago..."

The screen then cut to the present and the episode began.

The lights turned on in the bedrooms and everyone started greeting each other with a good morning. Y/N and Harry's light turned on soon after, but you couldn't see them because they were buried underneath the covers.

"Morning everyone!" Antigoni shone bright as usual. A chorus of mornings replied.

"Do we think anything happened in the hideaway last night?" Ekin-Su asked, sitting up in bed.

"I think so, yes." Antigoni nodded.

"Yeah I think so too." Gemma added, smirking.

"I think Harry would want to take it slow though, y'know?" Luca added, spooning close to Gemma.

"Yeah maybe they didn't do everything." Dami chimed in.

Gwen and Aria sipped their hot chocolates, knowing full well that something happened last night because the cameras were cut off all too soon and they'd spent a lot of time deep under the duvets.

The screen then cut to the couple everyone adored.

Y/N's head was barely poking out the top of the duvet, whilst Harry had the duvet pushed down to his chest. He was smiling down at Y/N, who could be seen smiling up at him.

"What?" Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet more over their head to hide their morning after shyness.

"Hey, don't hide from me. Want to see you." Harry whined, pulling the duvet back down so more of Y/N could be seen. Y/N looked well rested, especially after how stressful the last few days had been. They both looked at peace, a soft morning glow about them both.

"Better?" Y/N's face now clearly seen by Harry.

"Would be better if y'gave me a morning kiss." Harry negotiated.

"Hey, sounds like you." Aria laughed, nudging Gwen's side. Gwen responded by flicking Aria's ear with her finger.

"I have morning bre–" Y/N couldn't find her sentence before Harry's lips were on hers. Y/N moaned in delight as Harry's lips softly brushed over theirs, feeling those emotions from last night all over again. They were both still sore and spent in places that hadn't been active in a while, but they would never get tired of kissing one another.

Harry made sure Y/N knew he loved kissing them with morning breathe and all, pushing her down into the bed more as he grew hungry for more of them.

"Wait.. Wait." Y/N spoke, pushing Harry away only slightly.

"What? Y'okay? Y'hurting anywhere? Is it your head?" Harry asked with concern, moving his hand to touch the back of Y/Ns head where they had fainted the other day.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just I won't want to stop if we keep going." Y/N explained.

"Also sounds like you." Aria added.

"Will you stop comparing me to Y/N and Harry for five minutes..." Gwen laughed. "We've been together for less than a day."

"And yet you've kissed me more times than a married couple of 50 years have ever kissed."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gwen rolled her eyes, but not before kissing Aria.

Harry leant down to kiss Y/N once more, kissing their nose too just because he could, before flopping back down on his back. His arm wrapped around Y/N's body and pulled them close, wanting to feel her body on his for just a little bit longer.

He kissed the top of Y/N's head and Y/N kissed over Harry's chest, resting a hand over his heart and tracing over the tattoo's nearby.

"H?"

"Mm?"

"Would you ever get a tattoo for me?" Y/N asked.

"Obviously. In fact i've already planned it." Harry explained.

"I can't with him. He's too much." Aria squealed and Gwen pouted in agreement.

"Oh yeah? And what are you getting?"

"Your name across my forehead, but backwards so every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of you." Harry said so seriously that you would think he was being serious, but Y/N could tell by the affliction in his voice that he was joking.

"I would break up with you if you ever did that, just so you know."

"Wha... Why?" Harry gasped in fake hurt.

"Actually," Y/N sat up to look over his face, pushing back his hair to study his head. "Yeah, to be honest, your forehead is quite big. Could do with filling it out a little."

"Right, you. You just lost cuddle time with Beetroot tonight." Harry tried to be stern, unfolding his arm from around Y/N and turning his back to them, but he couldn't stay mad for long. Not even when he was pretending to be mad.

"No!" Y/N launched themselves over Harry's body, trying to defend themselves and Beetroot.

"I fucking love them so much." Gwen said perfectly.

Hey hope your doing well late (?) Merry christmas! I love your young reader one shots and headcannons, If its okay and if u have the time can I request more young reader but this time they arent their usual excited chaotic self? Their js absolutely silent and any response they give the boys are just hums/nods or short quick responses?? Dont have to do this if you dont want too btw!

✎ tysm for this ask i'm so sorry this has taken so long!! merry super late christmas lol

✎ tags: young military reader, depressed reader, gender neutral reader, all platonic relationships, everyone in the military is emotionally constipated, mentions of therapy, not proofread ofc

♡ soap is the last to notice you're change in demeanor, and that's only about ten seconds after you've come out of the bathroom (plus, in all fairness, he was explaining how he was going to blow up a building).

♡ all four of the 141 task force are sat at the dining table in the safehouse you're all held up in currently. price and simon are both standing, hunched over blueprints and maps while gaz is typing on a laptop, trying to connect back to base. soap is sat off to the side, staring intensely at his own blueprint, marking points to put explosives every few moments.

♡ the mission you were on had been simple, as usual, and had gone wrong, as usual. everyone was used to it by now, on the verge of just expecting it constantly. you were too by now, but they had noticed the cracks forming in your demeanor, the way your usually-wide smile was tightening, how your eyebrows and shoulders wouldn't relax, your leg unable to stop bouncing when you would sit.

♡ you knew to be serious on missions. between small jokes and popping out when they were about to start getting frantic in looking for you, you would be serious, trigger finger always ready and listening for your next orders. this, though, was what the rest of the task force would call "several steps up" from your usual behavior.

♡ when you step out of the bathroom, they notice your head turned to the ground to hide and the lack of your usual announcement that you were back to grace them with your presence. they don't say anything, though. price wonders if this is what he's been waiting for, the day you lose your smile, and it opens a pit in his stomach that he tries to push away for the time being.

♡ you're all stuck in that safehouse for another four days, and it doesn't get any better. they don't hear you speak more than a few words at a time. you don't look them in the eyes anymore. you're restless and eager to keep your distance from them, only seen outside of the tiny room you had claimed when there was an update to the mission.

♡ they wouldn't talk about it, not while they're out on the mission. price stares at the floor while soap and ghost exchange a look, and gaz wonders if he should follow you back to your room. they just keep on working.

♡ all of them are quietly wondering what it was that did it in for you. everything they'd seen wasn't anything new to you. there had only been a total of maybe ten minutes that you weren't by someone else's side during the thick of it. whatever had happened, they weren't asking, and you weren't telling.

♡ when you're all finally evacuated, the helicopter ride back is tense. price and ghost escaped up to the cockpit with the pilot, and soap and gaz are left sitting in the seats across from you. you're just staring down into space. the most they had gotten out of you in the past few hours was a quick affirmation when given an order.

♡ soap tries to ask you if you're doing alright, and after the second call of your name through the headsets you look up at him. he asks again and you say you're good.

♡ after you land, you slip away to an empty meeting room to complete the new piles of paperwork that always came with the completion of a mission. it's late into the night, and even for a military compound, the halls are quiet; it's a heavy contrast from where you were just hours prior, and you're still waiting for another barrage of gunfire in the distance. the only thing that breaks the silence, though, is heavy footsteps coming closer before the door opens.

♡ in walks your captain with his own stack of folders and packets. he doesn't say anything to you, just sinks into the chair at the other end of the table from you and starts sifting through the papers. you just stare at him for a bit, because you know he has his own office. you know how he complains about his back when he has to do paperwork in a chair that isn't his own custom-ordered one.

♡ after a bit you finally get that he's keeping you company. you go back to checking things off and filling in answers, casting a glance up at price every few moments. he acts like he's alone in the room until he finally meets your gaze with raised eyebrows, as if asking, "are we going to talk about it?" and you go back to writing.

♡ none of the men can get you to crack; they hoped you would go back to your usual self after you got back from the mission, but two weeks afterwards they still couldn't get a full sentence out of you. kyle and soap would try their best to get you to laugh, and ghost even told you a couple of his jokes when everyone else was training.

♡ they finally talk about it at the three week point. it's been nearly a month; kyle brings it up hesitantly while they're all sitting together drinking and playing cards and you've gone to bed for the night. everyone puts their cards down and shifts uncomfortably in their seats, but they know they need to talk about it.

♡ they toss around varying ideas of how to cheer you up. soap says they should throw a party, ghost says to just leave you to work it out yourself. price suggests setting you up with one of the on-site therapists at the base and kyle asks if they should just do an "intervention-type-thing". either way, they know they have to talk to you about it. they elect price to try again.

♡ they next day, price pulls you aside into another empty meeting room and sits down with you. he's awkward and clearly a bit out of his depth, but he bares with it. price starts off with clearing his throat and saying that everyone's worried about you. you say you're fine, and he calls bullshit. you stare down at your folded hands while he goes on about how they've all noticed you're lack of energy, eating, going outside, doing anything outside the requirements really.

♡ he finally asks you what happened, and you mumble that you don't know what it was. nothing in particular actually happened. you just didn't know what was wrong with you.

♡ price tells you that it's alright, that there doesn't have to be any one reason, that there isn't anything "wrong" with you. he asks you if you want him to talk to one of the psychologists or therapists in the base for you. he tells you there's no shame in it, that we all need a little help, that everyone's worried and just wants to get you feeling better. you're hesitant to admit that you need the help until he tells you that just about every person in the base has talked to a therapist at least once or twice. it comes with the job.

♡ they start seeing the light in your eyes again when kyle or soap sneaks you your favorite candy bars, and you start laughing at everyone's bad jokes again, little by little. it takes awhile, but they keep doing what they can. they won't talk about it again, but they're all relieved to see the life coming back to you, slowly but surely.

MY RIGHT PERSON, OUR WRONG TIME

☾ ─ summary. wanting to start a new life, y/n suggest to her lover running away, but he obviously disagrees. he soons regrets not begging her to stay a little more.

☾ ─ contents. fem!omaticaya!reader, hurt no comfort, wc: 1.5k

☾ ─ notes. i fucking love hurt no comfort hihi👹👹 also this sucks, but i have over 8 unfinished drafts, so i'm trying to get rid of 'em :pp

THE ECLIPSE WAS getting closer, and with each passing second, Y/N's worries only grew. It was now or never, Y/N reminded herself, as she harshly bit her lower lip. Her body tensed upon the sudden sting. She swallowed the taste of metal, wiping away the small amount of blood leaking from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Y/N took in the view front of her, sharply inhaling. The tree of voices. It was a strange place to simply hang out at with your lover, but Y/N had a reason for bringing Neteyam there. This night might be the last one in their village, and Y/N wanted to cherish it. After all, she grew up there. It was the place where she met Neteyam, the person who changed her and her life forever.

All her memories begun to replay in her head, causing Y/N's eyes to flutter, as tears begun to form in her eyes. Letting her eyelids fall, Y/N harshly blinked the tears away, finally taking her eyes off the tree. "Nete..?" She whispered over her shoulder in an attempt to wake up the older boy. Almost every day, the duo would hang out late at night and Neteyam would fall asleep with Y/N in his arms, while she silently adored him, playing with his hair or just taking in his beautiful features. His back was pressed against one of the many trees, while his arms were loosely wrapped around Y/N's body. Her back pressed against his chest, sitting between his legs with Neteyam's head resting in the crook of her neck.

"Mhm? Is everything okay?" Tiredness laced his voice, as Neteyam finally raised his head to look at Y/N. "Yeah, yeah... I--" Y/N couldn't help, but already miss his warm touch, as she sat up and turned to face the older boy, his arms falling freely to the ground. "I need to talk to you about something." Y/N confessed, playing with the dead skin around her fingernails anxiously.

"You can talk to me." Placing his hand on top of hers, Neteyam explained, as he rubbed his thumb over the bracelet decorating Y/N's wrist. No matter the amount of love Y/N held for her clan, Neteyam and his family, who took her in after she was left all alone, her past continued to haunt her. Every place in the village she'd lay her eyes upon reminded her of unpleasant memories, and with that, Y/N came to a conclusion. She needed to get as far away as possible with the hope of finally leaving her traumatic past behind.

A lump grew inside Y/N's throat, as she grasped Neteyam's hands in hers. "Let's run away." Silence fell over duo, as Y/N desperately looked in her lover's eyes. Neteyam could see the forming tears in her eyes, signalling what she just said wasn't some kind of a prank. "I'm serious, Neteyam, let's get away from this place. Just the two of us." Y/N begged, as a single tear ran down her cheek. Her stomach twisted with anxiety, when Neteyam only stared at her in silence with an unreadable expression.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Neteyam furrowed his brows in confusion, before pulling his hands back. Y/N's heart dropped at his move. "This is our home." He added, as Y/N quickly shook her head from side to side, gulping down. "No... You're my home, Neteyam. Please." Once again, Y/N reached out for his comforting touch, but Neteyam dodged away. Swiftly standing up, he looked down at Y/N with a strange expression, his own heart beating fast.

"Is this... about what happened?" Neteyam begun, "Y/N, I understand it's hard to live in the same village all those awful things took place, but you cannot just- just run away from your past." As Y/N got up from the ground, hugging herself while desperately searching for even the smallest bit of comfort, Neteyam held out his shaky hand, but Y/N only looked at him with a dejected face. "Neteyam, you don't get it. We have to get away. I have to get away." Y/N tried to hold back her tears. "So what? You expect me to leave me family here? I'm the next Olo'eyktan, I have responsibilities-- I can't leave." Neteyam's voice grew louder, as he begun to get upset over his lover's request. "I love you, Y/N, I truly do, but..." Shaking his head from side to side, Neteyam averted his gaze.

Staring at his distressed expression and hearing his words echo inside her ears, Y/N felt her stomach drop. She didn't think about it that way. She only thought about herself and her own feelings, as she wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her whole at the moment. Her expression falling at the sudden realization, Y/N begun to uncontrollably sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She muttered, before Neteyam took a step closer, pulling her into his chest. His touch gentle, as if Y/N was about to fall apart any minute. He understood her struggle and wanted only the best for her, but he couldn't leave his parents and siblings behind. "I'm so selfish, I wasn't thinking--" Y/N continued to cry into his chest, as Neteyam caressed the back of her head. "It's alright. But please don't say stuff like that anymore." He attempted to assure her.

With her face hiding in the crook of Neteyam's neck, Y/N opened her mouth, but closed it as soon as no words came out, just another painful sob. She wanted nothing more than to tell Neteyam how much it pained her to have her past follow her for every second of the day, even in her sleep.

Few minutes have passed and Y/N's crying begun to calm down. "Y/N?" Neteyam softly whispered, as she looked up at him with tear-stained face. "Promise me you won't leave?" At his words, Y/N felt her chest tighten. She couldn't lie. Especially not to Neteyam, so instead, she pulled him closer for a kiss. But this kiss wasn't like any other ones they've shared. And it didn't go unnoticed by Neteyam, the way Y/N held him like he'd disappear the second she lets go.

"Let's go home, okay?" Gently caressing her cheek with his thumb, Neteyam offered, earning a nod from Y/N. Intertwining their hands, Neteyam begun to pull Y/N with him, as she stole one last glance at the tree of voices. "I'm sorry. Forgive me, Eywa." She quietly whispered, the wind carrying her words away.

Y/N gave Neteyam's hand one last squeeze, before they parted, each taking off on their ikrans. With an aching heart, she watched as Neteyam slowly disappeared into the dark night, before letting out a long shaky breath. "We're gonna be alright..." Gently caressing the side of her ikran, Y/N muttered, more to herself than to her ikran.

"Neteyam!" A hand waving in front of the older boy's face snapped him out of his thoughts, as he threw a confused look at his brother. "What's going on with you, bro?" Lo'ak nudged Neteyam's shoulder, expecting a snarky comment in response, but instead Neteyam's eyes fell to the floor once again, as he stayed silent.

Ever since the moment he woke up, Neteyam had a strange feeling growing inside his stomach - like something bad was about to happen, yet he couldn't place his finger on it. Looking around, he made sure his parents and siblings were all nearby and well, and they were. Furrowing his brows in pure confusion, Neteyam got lost in his thoughts once again.

He thought about everything over and over again, desperate to know why he felt so strange. His parents and siblings were barely a few feet away from him and okay, he wasn't late to a training nor forgot any of his chores, and Y/N, who'd never break a promise, promised she wouldn't leave- Y/N promised...? The last night played on repeat inside Neteyam's mind, until he realised one thing. Y/N did in fact not promise anything.

Eyes widening, Neteyam's heart skipped a beat as he jumped out of his bed, before running as fast as he could towards Y/N's place. She wouldn't leave, would she? Neteyam questioned himself, ignoring the worried calls of his name. Thank Eywa, Y/N lived quite close, meaning it only took Neteyam about a minute to get to her place, especially with how fast he was running.

Heavy breaths escaped Neteyam's lips, as he frantically looked around Y/N's place, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but he didn't. Instead, his eyes fell on the bracelet laying on top of Y/N's bed. The same bracelet Neteyam was looking at last night - the same bracelet Y/N never took off. "No, no..." Gulping down, Neteyam muttered to himself, quickly grabbing the bracelet, before desperately looking around once again.

The realization begun to set in, causing his heart to painfully ache. His knuckles turned white, as the grip on the bracelet grew stronger. But Neteyam couldn't care less how the beads pricked at his skin, because all he could think about - is how he should have begged her to stay a little more.

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ⓘ how he would act around you

I feel like he would always have an eye on you, making sure you’re safe and he’s always on your side to protect you. ‘just in case’

he’s kind of shy, if he’s really interested in you. but lemme tell you this boy is a show off! like, flexing his muscles and telling you how he would only need one arrow to knock someone/something out, typa guy.

100% laughs and smiles about everything you say or do.

I feel like he can’t take compliments from you, he would always deny it.

to be honest he would make it pretty obvious to everyone, including you, that he likes you and would also scare everyone else off.

he would definitely show you like some cool tricks on the ikran or the ilu, like i mentioned before he’s a show off. he’s also kind of giving me teacher vibes.. like trying to help you learn new things and being so patient with you.

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ⓘ how he would treat you

he would definitely be the kind of man who always places a hand onto your lower back, or pulling you close by the waist.

lots of really tight and comforting hugs, I am telling you all this man gives the best hugs!!!

there’s probably not a thing he wouldn’t do for you. you want new clothes? he will make them himself, making sure they look so pretty on you. you want a new knife? he will literally carve you one, made out of diamonds. y’all this man is the kind of person to buy you a star and name it after you.

would always defend you, no matter what. you’re right and everyone else is wrong.

giving you the princess treatment you deserve.

feel like his love language would be either quality time or gift giving.

I guess he would always have you rather talk and he just listens and admires you.

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ⓘ names he would call you

BABY

my y/n

honestly he would put my in front of every name he calls you

beautiful

precious

dear

love

good-looking

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ⓘ how he would ask you out

I feel like he would be very honest about what he wants and what he doesn’t. he would be so quick to talk about kids and the future he imagines with you.

he would literally tell you about everything he could give to you and how your life would look like, when dating him.

still he would be using advice from his father, using some cheeky ass pick up line or something like sweeping a hair strand out of your face.

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ⓘ what dates he would take you on

i feel like he would plan out a whole day, maybe even up to a week.

the conversations would be the best part!!

would 10/10 take you on hunting ‘dates’

would say he’s not the most creative person when it comes to dates. yk in the real world he would be a going out to eat or watching a movie kind of guy.

he would consider, spending time with his family, a date

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authors note: I kept it pretty short, just wanna try out a bunch of things! If it’s something you guys like, I would consider making longer versions as well!

who you wanna read about next?

May i ask what you think about Helen comforting-being there for Simon if he happens to have nightmares of his past and memories? i have this headcanon that he probably does have them given what has happened to the poor man so i wondered if you would ever consider doing something like that? :)

i am so sorry i took so long to answer this one, anon. i thought i could incorporate it into something, but alas it didn’t mesh well. but he 100% has them. and this is just something small of what i think could be.

simon ghost riley x f!reader (helen)

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they first time he has one around her, it’s on base. her eyes full of sleep, lashes heavy as he wakes to murmuring and twitching. it takes her longer than she cares to admit—but then she touches him, hand to his chest, her other doing it’s best to slide under his balaclava, but it’s tight, so fucking tight, and he’s panicking—

his hand grabs her wrist. making it appear more dainty than it is in his grip. his chest rising and falling, all in quick succession—but it’s his eyes, swarming with darkness and disillusion.

“you’re okay…” ghost… simon. she’s not sure which of them is the one in peril. mainly, she knows how pitiful, and stupid her words were.

she’s not even sure why she lets the words escape, but she does. and he does seem to take a breath. does lessen his hold on her wrist.

he doesn’t talk about it, and she doesn’t ask. giving him space in the small bed they’re somehow sharing—letting him come round as he needs to, until his arm scoops around her waist, returning her flush against him.

sometimes they’re worse.

the one she can recall the easiest is at his place—his cries and groans rocking the house, never mind the bed. she’d been yanked from her sleep, her hand flicking on the light, half-jumping to conclusions before she saw simon, her simon.

the yellow touch of the light didn’t wake him. her eyes pinned to him, watching him somewhat thrashing, fists clenched and knuckles white. his words were twisted, messed up and hard to translate, her teeth biting her lip as she places her hand on his cheek.

a touch so similar to the one she’d give him when it’s just the two of them. simon and helen. helen and ghost. it would take a second, her palm flush with it before his breathing changed. a flicker of something.

if that didn’t work, she thought, she’d run her nails through his hair, she’d place her hand on his chest, his side—

but his eyes flip open, cold, distant—empty. they’re darker too, swirling with night and pain.

something inside of her unfurls. her anguish at seeing him like this bleeds, pooling inside of her, as vines from it begin wrapping around her insides—pulsing and tightening.

“i’m here.”

that’s all she can say, knowing him—knowing he needs to come around on his own. he needs a moment to give his brain the chance to touch reality. he blinks, adjusting—taking in that this isn’t a dream or a horrid nightmare. the walls of it crumbling, disappearing as the room comes to him.

she tried to say more, but it would be lost on him. his brain too tired and wound up to undo it all anyway. she knows him. she knows he wouldn’t want to be smothered.

it’s why she doesn’t take offence when he leaves the bed, the room—shutting the door behind him. he has a process, a way of working through things she won’t ever fathom—but he doesn’t understand hers either. her little things that keep her in reality and not off in some dark thought that envelops her.

silence ebbs at her, the room suddenly feeling larger, the air changed. the bed doesn’t feel as comfortable without him. but she remains, sliding her hand over the light to turn it off, grabbing her phone.

she reads until the door opens, him slowly entering—breath normal, hands occupied by mugs.

“did i hurt you?”

her heart drops, plummets. taking the mug, she shakes her head. “no.” hating that he even needs to ask.

she told him once before temperature would help. it would root him, remind him he’s awake and alive. since, he always get a drink—but he never drinks it. either a cold glass of water in his palm or a steaming hot drink. she further helps by tapping her nails against whatever drink she’s offered—something low, almost annoying.

in time, he’ll stop her. either placing his hand over hers, making her stop. this time he sits next to her, shooting her a glare. one she shoot’s back until be shakes his head.

“you good?”

“i’m good.”

he never wants to talk about it.

and she’ll never want to push.

she just waits until he asks her to come closer or just moves her, letting him do so until she’s where he needs her to be. just the same as he lets her when she’s had a bad night—or day.