A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/slightly-psycho-multifan: For the kiss prompts, could I request goosemav for #6?
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It's late as he makes his way back to his quarters. There isn't a single person on the sidewalk. His only company is the breeze rustling through the trees lining either side of the road until a muffled whimper pierces through the cool night air. An abandoned dog or cat? Nick's curious despite himself. He has to be up early for patrols on base, but if he takes a slight detour who'll know?
What he finds is decidedly not a dog. Hidden between two dumpsters between two buildings is a skinny, dark-haired slip of a man wearing khakis just like his own.
"Hey, are you okay?" Nick crouches to see a little bit closer. What he sees is two neon green eyes peering out of a mangled bloody face.
"Rhetorical question. C'mon kid. Let's get you all cleaned up." Nick hefts him up carefully, noting all of the places where his hands glance over and the kid flinches.
The kid can barely speak as he grunts out, "'M not a kid. I got into the Navy on my own after all."
Something about this kid's drive makes Nick smile. "Yeah, kid. I can see that. I'm in Building 3. Let me at least help you get cleaned up?"
The kid grumbles the whole way, not that it matters because he must be only ninety pounds soaking wet. It's a matter of minutes before Nick has him in his room with a wet rag on his face and his khakis open to reveal an impressive set of bruises.
"So what happened?" Nick's honestly curious, especially since the last time he saw somebody this beat up was when a nerd got afoul of some jocks when he was in high school.
"Some guys think I shouldn't be here." Nick just hums even as he hands the kid an ice pack. "My dad was killed in action during the Vietnam War. But the official Navy line is that he turned traitor and went MIA. I've had to fight and claw my way here and it's still not enough."
A tear drips down the kid's cheek, and Nick acts on instinct, kissing his cheek right over the tear.
"Wazzat for?" Nick smiles.
"You looked like you could use a little bit of affection, kid. I'm Nick Bradshaw." He holds out his hand.
The crooked grin Nick gets back makes him smile. "I'm Pete Mitchell and I'm going to be the best aviator in the Navy."
