#mca x reader

[beast1eb0ys]

Homesick

Pairing: Adam ‘Ad-Rock’ Horovitz x Female Reader.

Adam had been unusually quiet since their show at Riverside Contraplex, Louisiana. They were due to play at UTC Arena, Tennessee in three days time so the boys decided they deserved a good night sleep outside of the cramped tour bus bunkers.

Adam had his head rested against the window of the bus, staring out at the vast highways as you made your way down the U.S. 65. You hadn’t heard a word from him since you had left Louisiana which was odd, especially for Adam.

As the Beastie Boy’s Tour Bus pulled into the Hotel Parking Lot, you and MCA were situated in the lounge area playing Hang Man to pass the time. You had lost every single round as Yauch was a god at choosing words no one else on the planet knew. Mike was up with the driver, desperate to stretch his legs.

As Yauch and Mike hopped down the steps, heading towards the Hotel Foyer to check the group into their respective rooms, you gently laid a hand on Adam’s shoulder to gain his attention. “Ad? Baby?” You question as he barely acknowledges your presence. You gently sit down next to him and place a hand on his cheek to turn him to look in your direction. He finally blinks at you, rubbing his eyes as he apologised quietly and stood. You frown as he begins to exit the bus.

You sigh quietly, not knowing what was bothering him. You grabbed your rucksack and followed him into the Hotel Foyer. Mike hands you a key to yours and Adam’s room, and you gingerly guide Adam towards the elevator. Yauch gives Adam a concerned look as you shrug and mouth an ‘I don’t know’ towards him.

You and Adam enter your room to find a king bed, a definite upgrade from the tour bus which you had been sleeping on for the past two weeks. You set your bag down as you turn back to Adam, who is resembling a lost puppy. You rub his arms as you ask if he is okay. He croaks out a half hearted yes as if he’s fighting back tears.

“Come on, it’s late” you guide him towards the bed. You untuck the sheet from the bed as he almost falls onto the plush pillows. Once you’re ready for bed, you hop in next to him as he places his head on your chest breathing in deeply. You stroke your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his head as your hear a few quiet snores escape his mouth. Tiredness overcomes you as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off.

You awake suddenly at the coldness surrounding your body. You feel around the bed for Adam, panicking as you find it empty. You check the bathroom, the panic in your chest growing as he’s no where to be seen. You try calling Yauch and Mike’s room on the provided telephone but it rings and rings with no answer. You guessed they were passed out with no chance of being awoken.

You pulled on your Adidas Campus and shoved on a jacket as you noticed that Adam’s were missing from the room. You furrowed your brows as confusion swept your face.

Where could he have possibly gone?

As your descended in the elevator, your mind ran through all the possibilities of where he could be.

Maybe he’s gone for a smoke?

Maybe he was cold and went to grab a hoodie from the bus?

Maybe he just needed some fresh air?

You walked up to the 24/7 Hotel Reception, as you asked the woman at the counter if she had seen someone of Adam’s description. She pointed towards the Tour Bus parked a few feet away from the Hotel. You thanked her as you made your way towards the bus. You could make out a faint light coming from inside as you tried the door. It was unlocked.

“Adam. Are you in here baby?” You whispered as you made your way into the bus. You could make out a few sniffles as you headed towards his designated bed. The curtains were drawn as you gingerly stepped towards them, slowly drawing them back to find Adam curled into a ball. The sight made your heart drop, as you bent down to your knees.

“Baby…what’s wrong?” You stroked his hair as his sobbing became more intense. The shaking increased as he tried to choke out words. You tried to manoeuvre his body so he could sit up. This ended up with you both on the floor of the tour bus, Adam grabbing at your shirt as he clung to your body. You wrapped your arms around at him tightly, concern sweeping over you.

“Ad…Adam. Has something happened? Talk to me baby?” You pushed his hair out of his face as you tried to look at him. His breathing was rapid, as he cried out. “It’s too much. I can’t do it anymore” he pressed his forehead into your shoulder. “Do what baby? Do what?” You lifted his head to look you in the eye. His eyes were read and puffy as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Everything! Touring…Being on this fucking bus is driving me crazy! Being away from NY for this long! I cant do it!” He raised his voice as he threw his head back with frustration. The tears seemed to be reignited as he finally let go of what had been bothering him.

He collapsed back into your arms as his tears soaked your jacket. You grabbed him tightly as you whispered sweet nothings into his ears. “Look at me.” Your voice was soft as he looked up at you. “You have to breathe baby. In and out. Do it with me.” You breathed in and out slowly, rubbing Adam’s arm as he copied your breathing. You sat there for 15 minutes as you worked on calming him down from his panic attack.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you where I was going.” Adam cleared his throat as his sobbing quietened. “Don’t apologise Ad.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips then to his cheek as you pulled him close. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way?” He sighed into your hair as he lifted his arms to wrap around you. You were still both splayed on the floor in the cramped corridor of the bus. “I don’t know…I guess I felt pathetic. The boys seem fine. I didn’t want to be the only one.” He nuzzled his face into your neck. “Adam, there is nothing wrong with being homesick. We’ve all felt that way at some point.”

You stood up, holding your hand out to him as he looked up at you with his big reddened eyes. As he stood you pulled him into a tight hug, standing on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I love you baby.” He whispered into your hair, body moulding into yours. You smiled as you guided him out of the bus and back to your room. “I love you more, but we’re not missing out on a night in an actual bed.” You winked at him as he chuckled.

Adam smiled at your intertwined hands as you stared at each other in the dimly lit hotel hallway. As it turned out, that was exactly what he needed. His home, you.

[peetaspenguin]

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[jmtorres]

Hi, this is random, but would you mind sharing more about your gut issues/long covid? (I.e. diagnosis, treatment). I have chronic fatigue, and gut issues that are definitely linked to that, but all of my doctors are being extremely useless about it. (No worries if this is not the kind of info you want to share with a total stranger on the internet)

(This is in reference to my comment on this post)

@reptilerex I appreciate you recognizing the sensitivity of this ask, I am going to go ahead and answer it because I feel like the likelihood that you or someone you know (or even others of my readers) are struggling with long covid and finding adequate medical help vastly outweighs the minuscule probability that you've hacked into HIPAA records and are planning to dox me lol

so in the immediate aftermath of my first bout of covid (despite vaxxing and masking regularly, I'm up to two now 😭) my obvious symptoms were fatigue – going to the grocery store would wear me out for 2+ days – and a 20 year-old scar from a car accident reopened, which sounds like some scurvy ass bullshit, and I do wonder if the fact that my friend @niqaeli, who knew that long covid symptoms are highly correlated with MCAS symptoms and was encouraging me to start MCAS otc treatments like vitamin C supplements, helped. (worth noting that while I didn't hear anything about old scars reopening as a covid/post covid thing before it happened to me, but when I told people about it, they were like "oh yeah, that happened to me or someone I know" SO often) My doctor sent me to a wound specialist for that, and they kept poking it trying to figure out if there was some embedded shrapnel that they hadn't realized was in there originally, but ultimately it just healed back over much redder and angrier than the first time.

so then, the fatigue. My doctor had me wait three months because it wasn't officially long covid until three months. obnoxious as hell. I found out the DMV accepts long covid for a disability placard reason and got my doctor to write me a DMV form about how I couldn't walk hardly any distance. she was willing to do that before the three month mark.

I was Johnny on the spot coming back three months after, the first thing she did was send me for a chest x-ray because the obvious/expected reason for fatigue is you're not getting enough O2 in your blood. There was nothing wrong with my lungs and we were kind of at a dead end until I presented my doctor with more options.

I mean, I was kind of like, my PCP is being useless, I have a PPO, why can't I just go directly to a specialist, but it turns out specialist won't take you without a referral because reasons. I had heard rheumatologist is as good at figuring out weird vague shit so I tried to book there but when I told them long covid, they said that wasn't their department. They said I needed to go see an immunologist which sounded wrong to me, but there was a pretty good HIV specialist immunologist in the area that I tried to book with who said no that's not what long covid is. someone recommended a Long Covid Specialty clinic in a city that is 2 to 5 hours away depending on traffic and I knew I wasn't making that drive in my current condition so was like somebody local gotta help me.

so I went back to my PCP and said to her that I had learned from disability communities online that sometimes a rheumatologist can be helpful. And she said OK we can do some blood tests for inflammation markers to see if I can justify a referral to a rheumatologist. (and I thought of my weird scar issue and thought gee I better have some weird inflammation markers)

So I had some inflammation markers pop and I got a referral to a rheumatologist, and they were actually willing to see me. The rheumatologist ordered so many tests, like an unbelievable number of tests. I think they drew like eight vials of blood. Plus other samples. The rheumatologist was basically like let's look for anything and everything.

I had a borderline response on Calprotectin. To quote from the explainer in the test notes:

Calprotectin in Crohn's disease and ulcerative colitis can be five to several thousand times above the reference population (50 mcg/g or less). Levels are usually 50 mcg/g or less in healthy patients and with irritable bowel syndrome.

so I wasn't high enough to qualify for IBD outright from that test results, but I was high enough that it flagged to the rheumatologist, and I had reported a family history (brother has IBD), so he said that was enough to diagnose and started prescribing me for that.

The thing is, rheumatology is an ass backwards way to get an IBD diagnosis and I was having another symptom that I hadn't reported because I was a dumbass and this is the apocryphal frog boiling slowly thing. I was having fairly regular loose stool/diarrhea. if I had told my PCP that could I have gotten a referral to a gastroenterologist and gotten a less ass backwards diagnosis?

I hadn't told my PCP about loose stools for two reasons:

I didn't think it was relevant to the fatigue, and in fact, I still didn't think it was relevant when the rheumatologist called it, and I was really surprised when taking medication for IBD did actually turn out to help the fatigue

I knew I was lactose intolerant, so I thought it was already explained. However, the rheumatologist and I had this exchange:

Him: so do you still drink regular milk or just Lactaid?

Me: Lactaid

Him: then you shouldn't still be having diarrhea

Me:…

I can't remember the first med he started me on because I was only on it for a couple of weeks before we had to switch. (it helped a lot when I could tolerate it but about every three days I had to throw up and then I felt awful and didn't take the med for a couple of days and you can guess how that went.) the one that I went on long-term that actually worked without side effects for me was mesalamine/lialda. I also started experimenting with some dietary changes, the low FODMAP diet is intended for IBS not IBD, but you are still expected to have IBD triggers so I was playing around with that.

for a few weeks, I had incredible improving energy. It was crazy.

then I made what I can only now think of as a mistake in trying to be proactive about my care. because I had stumbled ass backwards into an IBD diagnosis and I felt like I should have gastroenterologist confirm it, and I went to go see my brother's gastroenterologist. he wanted to do a colonoscopy and he asked me to go off the mesalamine for six weeks so that he could see what my colon was like without treatment and it was the worst fucking six weeks of my life. Hated it. colonoscopy results: he didn't see anything fucking wrong and would not diagnose IBD or prescribe mesalamine based on what he found. I said, but the mesalamine improves my symptoms, what does that mean? He said, it means keep seeing your rheumatologist.

I went back to the rheumatologist and told him about the whole debacle with the gastroenterologist and he was like "so how did he explain your inflammation readings?" like CHECKMATE. And he concluded that any lesions I had must be in the small intestine, not the large intestine and so were not seen by colonoscopy.

I kept taking mesalamine. My improvement was slower after the break from it which sucks but I did get back to normal lab work within six months, hallelujah.

Follow up: MORE stuff that might have been avoided if I had gastroenterologist regularly, had gotten an IBD diagnosis from a gastroenterologist, or had mentioned my shitty symptoms in the immediate: the gallbladder bullshit this summer

I had my second round of covid in May and I didn't notice a lot of fatigue coming out of it, though I was more cautious with myself the second time around, but I was sort of holding my breath for what horrible nonsense is going to come out of this now? so then I had what I thought was a really bad case of Gerd that didn't go away for two weeks even though my Gerd usually resolves in like a day. I went to my PCP twice during this period and then ultimately ended up at the ER when I realized my pain was in my side not central anymore and I was worried about appendicitis. It wasn't appendicitis. It was my gallbladder. and it came out that night. overall, I am very happy with how the hospital handled the emergency for instance, I didn't realize until two weeks later that I seriously could've died because they were so calm about it the whole time but like they don't do same-day surgery unless death is on the line, let's be real.

but here's things that could have been helped if I had better gastroenterology care:

I didn't find this out until I was researching gallstones after the fact, and I would like to think a gastroenterologist would have warned me whereas the rheumatologist wasn't super aware of it but: IBD can lead to gallstones because one of the ways a cholesterol gallstone forms is, if you get an imbalance of bile and cholesterol in your gallbladder; your body wants to recycle bile by reabsorbing it at the end of your small intestine, but if you have IBD, sometimes it loses the bile instead of reabsorbing it, and then you get an overabundance of cholesterol, turning into a gallstone the size of a golf ball

I told my PCP it was a case of Gerd that wouldn't go away, but I didn't tell her I was also having diarrhea. Diarrhea is not a Gerd symptom. Maybe if I had just fucking told her she might've recognized or could've sent me to somebody who would have recognized it as a gallbladder symptom before it turned into an immediate emergency

tl;dr don't hide your gut symptoms from your doctor because you "think" you know what's wrong with your guts or that it's not related to your other problems or you're embarrassed or what the fuck ever just tell them that you're shitting yourself because it might turn out to be important

[pauls-bouticake]

💝💖👅💕 IMAGINE: you sneak out off your house and head downtown to the rough neibhourhoud too meet up with your wlsectet bf MCA. Ad Rock catches you crawling the chain link fence to the orphanage where they've all been placed until they can calm down and he hits you over the head with a bottle and you die of a concussion 💕👅💖💝

[blackwidownat2814]

Magical Mystery Ride (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader

Word Count: 4719

A/N: This was written for @roosterforme's Love Is In the Air challenge. The song I chose was John Legend's romantic hit, All of Me; it's what inspired the title! Thanks once again to the incomparable, amazing, sweet @jobean12-blog for her help beta-ing and letting me bounce ideas off her when I'd get stuck.

Trigger Warnings: Bob has an accident that isn't described. Jake has an accident that is described. Depressed Jake. Negative feelings of self-worth. I know absolutely nothing about comas because I am not a doctor.

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

Masterlist

You didn’t think you’d be back here so soon.  The pale cream walls of BMC MCAS Miramar taunted you as you made your way down the hall.  Everyone had just been here a few weeks before when Bob had been recovering from a training accident.  You weren’t privy to the details of said accident, but all you knew was that Jake was directly at fault.

And even though Bob forgave Jake, the guilt was absolutely crushing him.

You hadn’t been to see Bob in the first couple of days after the accident because you knew he was going to feel overwhelmed with the squad, Mav, Penny, and quite a few others checking on him.  You sent a ‘Get Well’ gift with Mickey and you texted with him regularly.  When you finally went to go see him, you heard Jake’s raised voice.

“How can you say that to me Bob?” Jake snapped.  “How can you forgive me for that stupid mistake when it almost cost you your life?”

“Jake, did you do it on purpose?  Did you do that with the express purpose of killing me?” Bob asked quietly.  You could hear Jake stammering, like he was so appalled that Bob would ask him that and he just couldn’t form an answer.

“Hell no.  Of course not!” he cried.  “I may act like an asshole, and tease you like we were kids in school, but I’m not that guy.  You’re one of my favorite people, man.  Dewey loves you like you were another brother, and I love her, so…”

“Then why shouldn’t I forgive you?”  Jake didn’t respond, so you made some noise to alert them you were heading their way.

You walked into Bob’s hospital room with a smile and went to greet him first.

“Hey Bobbers, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m getting there.”

“Good.”  You gave him a kiss on the temple and turned to see an expressionless look on Jake’s face.  You pulled him into a hug, which he seemed less than enthusiastic to return. “Jake?”

Jake wouldn’t look at you.  His eyes focused on the floor.

“I, uh…I’m gonna go now.”

“But J-”  He swept out of Bob’s hospital room without so much as a ‘goodbye’ to either of you.  You were staring at the doorway your boyfriend had just walked out of when you heard your name being called, your real name.  You went and took a seat at Bob’s bedside.

“He’s just beating himself up over what happened.  Jake’s one of the best–don’t you ever tell him I said that–and so when he messed up, and someone got hurt, it threw him for a loop.”

“I just wish I knew how to help him.”

“Just give him time Dewey.”

You gave him time.  Everyone did.  Bob was released several days later, and Jake wouldn’t look him in the eye when Bob (once again) told him that he forgave him.

“I mean it Jake”, Bob said.  “You don’t need to hold this over yourself.  You didn’t do it on purpose.  I forgive you.”  

“You shouldn’t.”  Jake picked up his things and turned back towards him.  “You shouldn’t forgive me.  I ruin every good thing I touch.”

That’s the day it started…at least, that’s what Bob and the others told you.  Jake started to be more reckless with his flying.  Jake was no longer dripping in confidence to which everyone was accustomed.  Mickey would tell you that he appeared to lose his confidence, in his abilities to be the best and just about everything else.

You saw it too, if you were lucky to see him. When you did see him, he barely held you; at first it was just holding your hand and kisses at the corner of your mouth.  It eventually whittled down to no touches or kisses at all.  He barely acknowledged you, except for saying ‘Hey’ when he noticed you were around.  You knew what was happening: he was pulling away.

You did everything you could to show him that despite his mistake, you still loved him and you always would.  Jake wouldn’t accept that, however, so you decided not to push anymore.  You’d be there when he was ready, but you wouldn’t push because you knew that would only drive him farther away.

You stood in the doorway of Room 2188, watching the gentle rise and fall of Jake’s chest.  His sister, Lauren (Jesse and Isla’s mom), was sitting with him

“You know, Jake, the girls miss you.  They keep asking when they can see Uncle Jake.”  She sniffled a little before continuing.  “So I’m going to need you to wake up.  For them, for me, for Leslie, for Coyote and all your other friends…but especially for your girl.  I know you love her and she loves you.  You miss him somethin’ awful, don’t ya, Dewey?”

You hadn’t realized she knew you were there.

“Very much”, you replied.  Lauren stood as you walked over and hugged her.  “Any change?”

“None.”  You could see she was tired.  She’d spent the entire night at the hospital since you weren’t allowed to.  You and Jake weren’t married so you weren’t ‘family’.

“Go get some rest.  Get you a shower and something to eat.  The girls are probably tired of Rooster and Coyote.  I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“I think it’s more the other way around to be honest.”  She gave you a big hug before gathering her things to leave.  “Thanks Dewey.  We’ll get our Jake back soon.”

“I hope so.”  Lauren shut the door as she left.  You leaned forward and kissed Jake’s hair since his face had several bruises that you didn’t want to aggravate.  You sat down in the chair Lauren had been occupying and reached forward for Jake’s hand.  You made sure to avoid touching his side, where he was still healing from being impaled by a piece of debris (he had been lucky because the piece of jagged metal had missed major organs).

Before you could speak, there was a knock at the door and Dr. Bast stepped in.

“Hello Miss Garcia.  How’s our favorite librarian today?”  The doctor’s English accent was soothing and helped calm your nerves.

“Ok as I can be Doc.”

“That is quite understandable.”  Dr. Bast picked up Jake’s chart and started reading over the notes made by the night nurses.

“So, any theories as to why he hasn’t woken up yet?” you asked.

“Unfortunately not.  While he has no swelling in his brain, he did get thrown against the ground harder than we would like, so that’s what caused the traumatic brain injury, therefore the coma.  It could’ve been worse, had he not been wearing a helmet.”

You looked back at Jake, and brushed the hair from his forehead.  “I need you to come back to me cowboy, okay?  Please.”

“Don’t worry Miss Garcia, your lieutenant will be alright, even if I can’t tell you when.  He’s improving each day.”  Dr. Bast smiled at you from the other side of Jake’s hospital bed.  “Just keep talking to him, he’ll hear you.”

“I always thought that was a myth.”

“Patients may not hear every single thing, but they still hear you.  Anyways, I’ve also got a surprise for you: You’re being allowed overnight stays with Lt. Seresin.”

Your head whips around to the doctor.

“Really?”  He nods and you shoot out of your seat to pull him into a hug.  “Thanks so much Dr. Bast, I really appreciate it.”

“It was nothing.  Now, I’ll leave you to it.  We’ll be back to check on him later.”

You resume your post next to Jake’s bed once again, but you suddenly couldn’t stand the quiet, so you switched on the tv and were deep in commentary about a movie you were watching on Netflix called Set It Up (“You know, if you look real close at when Charlie and Harper are having pizza, you can see the exact moment he falls in love with her, I swear!”) when there was a knock at the door and your brother and Reuben stepped in.

“Hey hermanita.”

“Little Garcia.”

You stood and both men gave you almost bone-crushing hugs and pulled up chairs.

“Thanks for visiting guys.”

“Of course.  We needed to see how Jake was doing”, replied Mickey.  He took a deep breath before continuing.  “But we also came because we wanted to talk to you.”

“Fanboy, maybe we shouldn’t–”

“She needs to know man”, Mickey said, cutting off his pilot.

“But–”

“Guys!  What are you talking about?  What do I need to know?” you asked as you looked at your brother and Reuben.

“About the conversation we had with Jake the day of his accident.”

“What did he say Mickey?”

“You have to understand, he felt like shit after what happened to Bob.  All of us could see he’d lost confidence in himself and he wasn’t flying like we all know he should’ve been…”

“You need to get out of your head Hangman, or you’re going to make my sister a widow before you can make her a wife.”  

Jake felt the hurt of that comment in his spine.  It had been so long since Fanboy, or anyone for that matter, had said his callsign with such disdain, so it only piled on the hatred Jake was already feeling for himself.  It also didn’t help that he’d taken Fanboy to lunch to ask for his blessing to propose to Dewey a few days before Bob’s accident.

“Well, maybe she’d be better off without me.  I was the reason her best friend got hurt, and he could’ve died”, Jake said.  No one had ever heard him sound so defeated.  “Besides, I know you never liked me for her…”  Fanboy sighs.

“Jake…man, that’s not what I sa–”  Jake cuts him off.

“You thought it though.”  Fanboy was getting increasingly worried as the conversation continued.  “Maybe I should just go.  I’m probably only going to fuck up her life.”

“Jake.”

Before Jake could reply, he heard a horrible sound coming from his jet’s engines and alarms began going off in the cockpit.  He heard Payback and Fanboy calling out to him.

“Hangman, what’s going on?!”

“Is it a bird strike?” he heard Fanboy call out over coms.

“No, there’s something wrong with the engines!”  Suddenly he heard another grinding sound and then his left wing was on fire.

“Hangman!  Eject!” Maverick’s panicked voice came through his headset.  “Eject!”

“Extinguishing left engine!”  Jake went through the process of trying to quell the fire in the engine, when an alarm went off signaling the failure of his right engine.  “Damn it!  Extinguishing right engine!”

“HANGMAN!  EJECT NOW!”  Memories of the day of Phoenix and Bob’s crash years before played through Jake’s mind as Maverick screamed at him.  He tried starting the engines once more, if only to gain a bit more altitude so he could eject safely.  That did the same as it had when Phoenix tried it and it sent Jake’s Super Hornet spiraling.

Jake pulled the ejection handle and flew upwards as his jet made impact and exploded, sending debris flying at him.  He cried out in pain as he looked down to see a piece of metal sticking out of the left side of his abdomen.

And because luck was not on his side, a gust of wind sent him careening towards the ground.  The impact was enough to knock him completely out and as the darkness crept into his vision, his last thought was of you.

“...and if that hadn’t happened, he probably wouldn’t be in a coma”, Mickey said.  You had tears streaming down your face by the time Mickey finished (an abridged version) of his story.  Your brother and Reuben pulled you into a group hug.

“I’m sorry Little Garcia”, Reuben said.  “I know he’s going to be okay.  He’ll be back to normal, showin’ us all up in no time.”

“I hope so Reuben”, you replied.  “Thank you for telling me.”

“No problem hermanita.”  

Mickey and Reuben stayed a couple more hours, eventually leaving only because they had training to get to.

Eventually, Dr. Bast returned to do his nightly check on Jake, so you went down to the cafeteria to pick something up for your dinner.

The doctor was gone by the time you got back, so you settled in the chair and flipped the tv on just so you had something on in the background.  After dinner, Bob and Phoenix stopped by for a quick visit after training and dropped off a small bag of your things that Mickey had put together for you.

After your best friend and his pilot left, you decided to get ready for bed.  After Mickey’s story earlier, you felt emotionally drained.  It was when you were about to start your face care routine that you got an idea.  You put on your headband and grabbed the extra and left the bathroom to see Jake.

“I’ve decided that we’re going to have a spa night cowboy.  Now, I know you hate my cat ear headband, but you’re unconscious so you have no say.  Got to keep all that glorious hair out of the way you know.”  

You slipped it on and then went to the bathroom to do your cleanser.  After patting your face dry, you grabbed a package of face wipes, moisturizer, and a jar of eye masks and placed them on the small hospital bed table.  

Before you began anything, you opened Spotify on your phone and pulled up your Liked Songs playlist and tapped play.  The soothing tones of Henry James’ It’s Been A Long, Long Time started flowing from the speaker (it being the song that played on your drive to the hospital).  After setting aside the phone, you popped open the package of face wipes and carefully wiped his face clean.

Henry James segued into John Legend’s All of Me, one of your favorite romantic songs.  You started singing along quietly as you twisted open the jar of eye masks, and carefully place one sparkly patch under Jake’s right eye.

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

After you put down the patch under Jake’s left eye, you put the eye masks on yourself, sat down next to Jake, and put your hand in his.  You continued singing along, and it got to the last verse when you felt a squeeze.  The song was immediately paused and you turned to look at your pilot.

“Jake?  Sweetheart?”  His face showed no signs that he was waking, and his heart monitor was a steady beep.  Maybe I imagined it? you thought to yourself.  You were looking at your hands when you saw it happen.  It felt like the hundreds of movies you’d seen where the unconscious person heard something and they magically woke up.  

So, you watched and waited.

Nothing happened.

“Baby, can you turn it down?”

“Why does my face feel wet?”

“Where am I?”

“Dewey, why are you crying?  I can hear your crying.”

“Wait…why can’t I move?  Why can’t I open my eyes?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Unfortunately, you were not privy to Jake’s inner turmoil.  You didn’t hear him calling out for you as you pulled the headband and eye masks off his face, tossed them into the trash can, pressed the call button.

It was a few minutes later when you heard a knock and Jake’s night nurse (who’d introduced herself earlier), Nurse Jo, stepped in.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Uh…um, he squeezed my hand.”

“Now, are you su–”

“I know what I felt and what I saw.  He squeezed my hand.  Twice.”

“I’ll page Dr. Bast.”  She noted your shining eyes and came over and placed a calming hand on your back.  “Don’t worry, love.  He’s going to be okay.  If anything, this was an indication that he might be coming out of the coma.”

“I hope so.”

You texted Lauren to update her on what was going on with Jake, because you needed her to know immediately.  You had just put away your phone when Dr. Bas came in.

“Jo, what have we got?”

“Miss Garcia informed me that Lt. Seresin squeezed her hand twice.”

“Are you s–”

“100%.”  You cut him off.  “I saw it happen.”  The doctor looked Jake over some more, before he typed up his notes in Jake’s file.

“I cannot, with absolute certainty, tell you why he squeezed your hand.  It could be random muscle spasms, it could be something worse.  However, it could also mean that he’ll be waking up soon.  I’m hoping it’s that.  For now, I’ll have the nurses increase their checks on him, as well as I’ll come a few extra times each day if my schedule permits.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I will caution you, however.  When he wakes up, it usually comes in stages.  This isn’t like the movies where he’ll open his eyes and automatically remember what happened, who you are or who he is.  He’ll most likely be suffering from post-traumatic amnesia, which would account for his potential memory loss and he could also become restless and agitated.  So it’s best to not take a lot of what he says in the first hours or days to heart, it’s just his brain rebooting.”

“Will he remember all that?  The time right after he wakes up?”

“I couldn’t tell you for certain.  It’s different with every person.  But also, none of what he says, if he even does, is one of those ‘this is how feels deep down in his subconscious’ type of things.  Like I said, don’t take any of it seriously.”

You looked over at Jake and ran your hand through his messy hair.

“Is there anything else I need to keep an eye out for?” you asked without looking back over at Dr. Bast.

He explained a few more things before he and Nurse Jo left the room.  You called Lauren and let her know everything the doctor had told you.  After you finished the call, you put on Spotify again (on random), and by some weird chance, ‘All of Me’ started playing again.

You smiled as you set a sleep timer and grabbed a pillow and blanket to get comfy in your chair for the night.

Lauren arrived the next morning, just in case.

Jake showed no other signs of waking up.

The next day was almost the same.  Except that Bob, Rooster, and Coyote came to visit and Lauren told them what Dr. Bast had told you.  At first, everything was normal.  But when Rooster started talking, Jake squeezed your hand.  You failed to connect the two incidents and didn’t mention it.

Coyote took over the conversation, then Lauren said something that caused Rooster to chime in and Jake did it again.  The more Rooster spoke, you finally started putting it together.  The group realized something was going on when they realized you weren’t even paying attention to the conversation.

“What’s going on?”  Lauren gave you a questioning look.

“Everytime Rooster talked, Jake squeezed my hand.”

“Ha.  Even out cold, Bagman can’t get enough of me”, Rooster said with a smile.  It had been a while since Jake and Rooster would consider themselves rivals, and thought of each other as the brother neither ever had.

But Jake didn’t squeeze your hand when Rooster spoke that time, instead he–

“Uggggh.”

It was almost comical the way everyone stopped talking and snapped their heads towards Jake.  When he made no sounds, you looked at Rooster and motioned for him to talk some more.

“Uh…I never told you this Jake, but when you saved Mav and me, I almost cried.  I went to visit my parents after we got back and I told th–”

“Ch…”

“You’re a good man Jake, and one of the best wingmen I could ask for…”

“Chick…”

“So we need you to wake up, okay brother?”

“Chicken.”

“Really?!”

Still, Jake didn’t wake up that day.  Everyone (but you and Lauren) left when Dr. Bast arrived.  They took Jake for tests and when they brought him back, told you two that he was showing amazing improvement.  Lauren switched out with you that night so you could go home for rest, but you didn’t really get any.  You were so worried he’d wake up and you wouldn’t be there.

When you arrived the next morning, you found Lauren and Dr. Bast in the hallway, both looked worried.

“--completely normal for him to not remember anything.  He’s suffering from Post-Traumatic Amnesia.  His head injury wasn’t too severe, so I don’t think it’ll last a significant amount of time.”

“He woke up?”  They both turned to look at you and Lauren rushed over.

“About 15 minutes ago.  I knew you’d already be on your way, and he needed to be looked over, so that’s why I didn’t call you.”

“No worries at all.”  You hugged her tight.  “How is he?”

“It appears that Lt. Seresin only remembers being in the Navy and being from Texas.”

“Can I see him?” you ask in a small voice.  Lauren nodded and Dr. Bast led you into the room.

“Lt. Seresin?”

“Yeah, doc?”  You felt your heart swell.  It had been so long since you’d heard that Texan drawl.

“Are you okay to receive another visitor?”

“‘Course doc.”  His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before.

“This is Miss Garcia, your–”

“--friend.”  You didn’t want to overwhelm Jake so soon. "We're friends."  

“Well, I’ll leave the two of you to it.”

“Like I said, I’m a friend of yours”, you said and took a seat near the bed, but not super close.  Jake’s eyes looked you over closely, making you want to shrink in on yourself.  You couldn’t help looking him over just in the same way: his hair looked a little shaggier and he had a decent beard going on.

“How are we friends?”

“My brother is in your squad.  His name is Mickey, Mickey Garcia.  Callsign Fanboy.”  Jake looked away for a minute, as if he searched his mental files for that name.

“Does he like Star Trek?”

“Yes!  Yes. Loves it.  I like to call it his one flaw, because I love–”

“Star Wars.”  Jake was still staring off into space.  “Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Well, we have known each other for a year or two now…”

“What’s your name?”  He smiled when you told him.

“But Reuben–his callsign is Payback…he’s a member of your squad too, and Mickey’s pilot–he likes to call me Little Garcia sometimes.  I still don’t get why.  I’m not younger than Mickey and I’m certainly not littler than he is–”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Oh.”  You felt the heat creep up your neck and settle in your cheeks.  “Um, thank you.  You, uh, you don’t have to say that though.”

“I mean it.”

It went like that for a couple days, but you weren’t at the hospital as often as you were when he was unconscious.  You told yourself it was so he could recover without having so many people around him, just Lauren to help him along.  

But in truth, you stayed away because you were worried; worried that he wouldn’t remember you or everyone but you and the relationship you two shared.  You always thought it was like a dream, a man like Jake wanting to be with someone like you…even after all this time.  Lauren would message you several times a day, telling you that Jake was asking for Little Garcia.  You made excuses that you were busy at work since you’d been gone for a bit after what happened to Jake. You knew you had chosen the wrong time to distance yourself, but you couldn’t help thinking What if, when he remembered everything, he realized he didn’t want to be with you anymore? or worse, What if he blamed you for the accident?  The rational part of your brain was screaming at you that you were so very wrong…but you just couldn’t hear it.

Around four days after Jake woke up, you planned on finally going back to visit him after work, and went so far as shooting Lauren a quick text letting her know and set about working on shelf reading (aka organizing and straightening) the graphic novel section.

You were up on a step stool, when you heard what sounded like a group come in downstairs.  You thought about going down to see if Cas needed help, but decided against it; she’d call if she needed you.  Hoping the footsteps that signaled someone was coming upstairs were planning to avoid the section you were working in, you continued your organization.

You were zoned out as you worked so you were beyond surprised when you felt hands at your waist.  You let out a yelp as you were falling preparing for the pain of a fall that never came.  There was something about the arms around you, so as soon as you felt calm enough, your eyes snapped open.

“Jake?”  He helped you stand comfortably and scooted away from you.  “Oh my God, what are you doing here?  How are you feeling?”

“They let me out, and I’m feeling way better”, he replied.  “I’m not 100%, but I’m getting there.”

“Good!  I’m so glad.”

“Where have you been?  I’ve been waiting to see you Dewey.”

“I’ve been b- - Wait.  You called me Dewey.”

“I did.”

“That means- -”

“Yup.  I remember everything darlin’.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m s- -”

“Do you not love me anymore?” he asked.  “Is it because of the accident that hurt Bob?  D-do you have feelings for Bob?”

“No! No, Bob is my best friend.  I love him the way I love Mickey, he’s another brother to me. You know that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I love you more than everything.  I was just so scared that you’d never remember me or you’d wake up and realize your accident was my fault.”

“Sweetheart, my accident was a simple malfunction.  It happens  sometimes.”

“I was so scared, so so scared, that I was going to lose you.”

“I won’t lie to you and say that will never happen, because nothing is ever certain in this job.”

“I know.”  Jake smiled at you and took your hands in his, leading you over to the balcony overlooking the library’s main floor.  You gasped upon seeing all of the Dagger Squad, Penny, Amelia, Lauren, Cas, and even Nurse Jo and Dr. Bast gathered together.  Every one of them was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in your favorite color, smiling up at the two of you.

“Fanboy?”

“I know I’ve already given it, but yes, you have my blessing…and our parents’ too.”  You turned to look at Jake so fast, you swore you heard a cracking sound.

“Oh my God.  Oh my God. You’re- -”

“I am”, Jake answered with a smile and got down on one knee.  He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen.  “This belonged to Nana Seresin.  Our grandpa gave it to her back in the day when he proposed and said it was going to be handed down to me when I met the love of my life.  I went to visit Nana after that Halloween carnival.  You remember the one?”

“Mmhmm.”  You were completely incapable of words in that moment.

“I knew then, that one day, I was going to marry you.”  You were crying in earnest now.  “When I first woke up, and I couldn’t remember anything, I just knew there was something I was missing.  So I’m just going to keep it simple.  Miss Garcia, Dewey…Will you marry me?”

“You know how much I love quoting my favorite things…”

“Yeah…?”

“So, before I give you my answer, I’m going to use the words of a woman much wiser than me: ‘The only thing I ask is that you outlive me so I never have to live another day without you'.” **

“Is that a yes, baby?”

“Yes Jake, I’ll marry you.”  He slid the ring onto your finger and stood up, pulled you into his arms and kissed you.

The two of you pulled apart to everyone’s cheers.

“I love you so much Jake.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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[lazypeachsoul]

Are you a good girl?

Summary: First meetings are important, but what happens when Fanboy forgets to actually tell you before hand? 

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" García x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k (whoops)

Rating: No warnings, except maybe a bit cringe worthy.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written something and it's the first time I've ever written for Top Gun, so please be gentle. Also, this is completely inspired by an episode of Grey's Anatomy Oh, and english isn't my first language so be warned.

Few things could make the sweltering San Diego heat better for the troops stationed at MCAS Miramar base, and one of them was the Annual Miramar Air Show. For the US Armed forces it provided a chance to bring the Navy closer to the civilians, but for most of the troops there stationed it was the best occasion to receive their families in their workplace without the higher ups grumbling about loss of time. An open doors day of sorts. 

And this occasion proved even more important for the naval aviators who could show said families how incredibly cool their jobs were – and show off their elite skills–. The Dagger Squad had been talking and planning about this occasion since the days were announced. And the evening before the exhibition was not going to be different. The Hard Deck was buzzing with conversations about the upcoming weekend of uninhibited air time and family visits. Sitting around the pool table –for once not competing against each other for a win– aviators exchanged attendance lists.

“My mother is arriving just in time for the first show. She 's been talking my ear off about not wanting to miss anything.” Coyote explained before taking a swig of his beer. “I think she just wants to snoop around the base for a bit.”

Laughs could be heard all around the table, the air relaxed and happy. Conversations about family were usually scarce, not because of a lack of love but of understanding that in difficult situations the thought of loved ones can break your heart more than mend it. Especially in the presence of people who suffered loss because of this job like Rooster. But the Airshow was the moment when those conversations could occur without fear. 

“What about you Fanboy? Your girl is coming, right?” Payback asked his partner who was playing with the sticker of his beer bottle.

“Yeah, she’s pretty excited too. Said she wants to see Phoenix fly, something about her being the best pilot on the squad.”

A confident I am was spoken before laughter turned into playful groans of disagreement. Mickey’s girl had spent evenings in The Hard Deck with the pilots to the point of becoming almost an honorary member of the squad, so her opinions about their abilities raised more playfulness than bad blood. Although Payback’s face of betrayal was very convincing. 

“My mother and grandmother are coming too. First time visiting me on base.” Mickey spoke bashfully. His excitement was difficult to contain at the thought of showing the women who had raised him, and supported him when he joined the Navy, how his hard work paid off. “They don’t want to miss any of the demos either.”

“That 's great! Now I get to show off to Abuela García instead of your girl since she prefers other pilots.” Payback joked and both men raised their beers as kind of a promise to fly their best. “Speaking of, is she excited to finally meet your family? You’ve been dating for a while, took you long enough to introduce them…” 

The words died in the pilot's mouth when he saw his WSO’s face fall. And the same reaction could be seen all around the table, small conversations stopping to look at Fanboy’s face for an answer. The entire squad knew how important those three women were for their team mate –and being as close as they were to Mickey’s girlfriend they also knew how important it was for her–, so their interest in the situation was high. 

“Shit, Mickey” And when no callsign was used the importance of the situation really dawned. “You haven’t told your girlfriend?”

And fuck, Mickey knew there was something he was missing. He really wished he could blame work or the stress of preparing the airshow, but the truth was that it really had just escaped his mind in between all the excitement. Nothing would go wrong, right? 

The next morning was an early one for the Dagger Squad, and out of solidarity with your boyfriend Mickey you woke up just as early to make him breakfast and show him all your support. What you didn’t expect is to be on the receiving end of all his affections. It started with a good morning kiss that left you breathless followed by cuddles while you tried to brush your teeth and wash your face. You weren’t about to complain, because if there was one thing in this world that you really loved was any moment spent next to him, but it made some part of your brain light up with curiosity. 

Still thinking -maybe overthinking– about his weird behavior you walked into the kitchen to find the star of the day pushing a mug full of coffee in your direction. Maybe the nerves of the show were making him antsy and he needed to clear his mind, and that’s why he took over all the acts of service possible in the world. Your internal monologue was interrupted when he placed the mug in your hands and more or less crashed into you in a mess of kisses and good mornings. 

“M-Mickey…Baby, careful.” You murmured against his lips with a smile on your face.

“I’m trying but you just look so good I need to keep you close.” He mumbled against your cheek, before pushing back a little to drink from his own cup. 

You lifted the coffee mug to your lips when something caught your attention. In your hand was his Star Trek mug. And for anyone who didn’t wake up next to Mickey everyday it would just be a nod to his callsign, but you knew the deeper story. Because when you had made breakfast for the first time for Mickey you used that mug for your coffee and he had to bashfully explain that it was his good luck mug and that you could use it but you should be super careful because, you know, it was very important. And ever since that mug had remained a ritual before big missions or events. So why wasn’t he using it for himself if he’s the one supposed to fly? 

“Everything good, my love?” He asked nervously with a tiny smile behind his mug. See Miguel García was a lot of things –a great boyfriend, even better son and grandson, one of the best WSOs ever seen…– but above all he was smiley. Worthy of a toothpaste commercial smiley. So when you saw that his smile didn’t reach his eyes you knew. 

“Good luck mug. Why would I need good luck, Mickey?” You drank a big gulp, searching for the energy you would need for whatever was coming your way.

“Yeah…uh… luck is always good.” He tried to explain but your poor boyfriend could never find it in his heart to lie. “I might have forgotten to tell you something kind of important.”

Okay, maybe not the conversation you might want to have at 7:00 am on a saturday on your first cup of coffee but if it was important you couldn’t say no. Mickey’s face looked worried and that worried you. Was something wrong at work? Is he feeling sick? Has something important happened? In the middle of coming up with your thousands of theories the doorbell rang. And the way your boyfriends face fell you knew whatever he forgot to tell you was behind that door. 

Moving out of the kitchen and into the foyer you took a peek through the peephole to find the same two women whose picture rested in your living room. No way. No way you were about to meet the two most important women of your boyfriend's life while wearing your ratty house clothes and disheveled hair. You turned to look at the door of the kitchen and you saw his head peeking out, looking back at you with the biggest case of puppy eyes ever seen. He was mouthing something that looked like ‘sorry’ and ‘i love you’, but you just couldn’t process it at that moment. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror you tried to smooth your hair and the wrinkles on your t-shirt, but quickly abandoned it when you realized that’s the best you would do. Meanwhile, Mickey had moved towards your position and smiled encouragingly at you in the mirror before kissing the back of your head lovingly and turning towards the door. Taking a deep breath you turned towards the door with the biggest smile you could muster.

“¡Mamá! ¡Abuela!” Your boyfriend exclaimed before throwing himself towards the two women. And just hearing the love in his voice made you almost forget the complicated situation he left you in. “Pasen. Give me your bags, they must be heavy.” 

Being a spectator to this reunion you felt out of place, not really knowing how to react. At the end you decided to just move aside to allow the two women to enter the house, although they were too busy squishing your boyfriend's face and fussing over him. Slowly the three of them made their way inside and that’s when Mickey held your hand before speaking at the two women. They looked at you almost expectantly, knowing who you were but waiting for the official introduction. Probably the same way you were looking at them, although you could see something deeper in Abuela’s eyes. 

“Ma, Abuela. I want you to meet my girlfriend-” 

His introduction was cut short when Abuela stepped forward and held your cheeks with a soft grip. Your breath caught in your face at the unexpected move and looking at the other two García you didn’t know if you should relax or be even more scared. 

“Nice to meet you ma’am-” 

“Are you a good girl?” Out of all the things you would have expected, that wasn't on the list.

“I-am I- What?” 

“A good girl. I don’t mean perfect, I mean relatively speaking. Are you?”

“Yes.” You answered with probably too much emphasis but nothing could have prepared you for this conversation.

“How many sexual partners have you had?” And it was that question that seemed to snap your boyfriend out of his stupor because he seemed to choke on air and took a step towards you.

“Abuela-” But it was quickly shushed by the older woman.

“Um…six. No, seven.” You replied meekly. It was too early for this and you didn’t have the clearest mind since you hadn’t even drunk your coffee. “Kind of six..kind of seven.” 

You could feel your skin get hotter by the minute because even if deep down you knew your answer wasn’t bad and Abuela had said she wouldn’t judge, what if she did? What if she didn’t approve? Jesus, she was going to hate you.

“Criminal record?” She asked with a face that rivaled that of any Admiral in Miramar and a beautiful accent that you were kind of sad her grandson didn’t share. 

“Speeding ticket.” Why were you more scared to lie to this woman than to the police itself?

“How fast?”

“12 miles over.” You answered and you realized that if you hadn’t messed up with the previous question you definitely messed up when she gasped and her hands fell from your face.

“That 's fast!” Damn it, not a good answer.

“It wasn’t too fast.” You started but seeing the woman’s serious face you cracked. “It was way too fast. I’m sorry. But I was in a rush because Mickey had told me he needed me and I thought something happened.” 

You rambled your explanation trying to look at your boyfriend to silently ask for help. But he only answered your silent pleas with a forced smile and a small shrug. Coward. Meanwhile, Mickey’s mother looked at you with a genuine smile which was unexpected seeing as you thought you were over in their eyes. 

“Well, I don’t suppose you could tell me where I can leave my jacket, can you? It’s been a long trip, mija.” 

Even if you wanted to be shocked at the change in her voice you jumped into the opportunity to leave the foyer where the entire interrogation had taken place. You took their bags that had been discarded on the floor and showed them the house, leaving them contemplating the living room with your boyfriend with the excuse of needing to change for the airshow. 

You were in the middle of putting on your blouse when the door to the bedroom opened and the man of the hour appeared. He closed the door almost all the way and tried to walk you way before he was hit in the face with the t-shirt of your pajamas. 

“You didn’t just let me embarrass myself like that.” You whisper-yelled to avoid your guests hearing you tearing their darling boy a new one. 

“Mi amor. Beautiful. You know how much I love you.” He spoke huskly while walking closer to your position. And damn him for knowing you so well and for knowing how you reacted to that voice. “I promise I didn’t want to frame you. It slipped my mind with all the excitement. I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you once he made sure you wouldn’t push him away and you were grateful the height difference allowed you to rest your face against his chest. He rocked you slowly whispering sweet nothings and you couldn’t help but start to melt into his touch.

“They hate me.” You spoke muffled by his t-shirt. “She hates me.”

He chuckled and squeezed a bit harder. “She doesn’t hate you. Trust me she would have let you know if she hated you.” His chin rested on top of your head and you could hear his words reverberate in his chest. “Also, you looked really cute being interrogated. Like a deer in the headlights.” 

His laugh reverberated even stronger than his voice and you smiled against him before you pinched his side. He groaned and pushed back, but now it was your moment to laugh and squeeze him. “And you looked like a coward. What kind of man doesn’t defend his girlfriend when she’s being interrogated?”

“The one who got on his grandmother’s bad side once and has no intention of ever doing it again.”

The airshow went as good as anyone could have expected. The weather couldn’t have been nicer and the crowds of visitors went wild when they saw all the performers. Having finished their turn and after clocking out for the day, the Dagger Squad made their way towards the camping spot where their families were waiting for them. Payback and Fanboy walked side by side talking about their performance and how cool they looked up there when the picnics came into view. 

Payback could see the very familiar face of his backseater’s girlfriend sitting on one of the picnic tables talking animatedly with two older women who looked too much like Fanboy to not be related. He gently slapped the younger man’s chest and discreetly pointed at the image. 

“I guess it went well even without a warning.” Payback spoke jokingly, the good relations between the women obvious.

“It went…well. Not a single bump or problem.” Fanboy confirmed way too sure of himself, which in reality only showed his pilot that something had indeed happened. 

“If I ask her, will she say the same?”

“Nope.”

Payback’s chuckle could be heard from the tables now that they were closer because you raised your head to look for the owner of the contagious laugh. Once you saw the pair walking your way you smiled at them, leaving Fanboy almost without breath at the image. 

“You don’t deserve her man. I would leave you sleeping on the couch for a month after that stunt.”

“I really don’t.” He exclaimed, patting his friend on the shoulder as a goodbye before jogging the rest of the way to your table. Eager to spend the rest of his day –and weekend– with his girls.

[beast1eb0ys]

Photo Booth

Pairing: Adam ‘Ad-Rock’ Horovitz x Female Reader.

TW: EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ MINORS DNI.

The boys had an evening free from performing so MCA suggested going to the arcade. You weren’t overly keen on the idea but as it was a rare occasion for Adam to be off, you thought you would tag along anyways.

You got along well with MCA and Mike D so they didn’t mind you tagging along with them all. You did your makeup and chucked on some clothes and you all made your way to the arcade. As soon as you all walked in the chaos began, it was like watching three kids.

Mike and MCA were pushing each other, wanting to be the first to play one the games and Adam made a B line for one of the claw machines, determined to win you a big cuddly toy. After three try’s and lots of yelling at the machine he gave up. “Sorry babe, I did try”. You rubbed his back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly Adam darts off yelling behind him “come on babe, there’s a Photo Booth”. The two of you jump in and with in seconds Mike D and MCA burst in through the other side. It was utter chaos trying to fit all four of you in the booth, but you expected nothing less with the beastie boys. You managed to snap some pics of you all and the boys jumped out, I pulled Adam back saying ‘come on let’s take some just us’. He sits back down and the other two boys get the hint and wonder off to another game.

You close the curtains behind you and start snapping photos. Adam was doing his usual goofy faces and you did the same. ‘Adam’ you said ‘can we take some nice ones now’. “Ofcourse baby” he says, pulling you into his lap. As you did a flood of naughty thoughts ran through your head and you concocted a plan.

As you sat there on his lap, you innocently started to grind around slowly on him, pretending you were completely oblivious as to what you were doing. All the while, Adam had fallen silent and he cleared his throat. ‘You okay babe?’ You asked. He nodded as you began to feel a growth in his pants. You looked back at him with a devilish smirk and without a second thought you dropped to your knees.

Adam looked down at you with an expression of surprise and excitement. ‘Here?’ He says in an unsure but desperate tone. You nodded as you unzipped his Levi’s and pulled his dick out of his boxers. He groaned at your touch and you began to pump him. He threw his head back against the wall of the booth in pleasure as you began to take all of him in your mouth, head bobbing up and down.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and moaned. Just as you felt like he was on the verge of climaxing you stopped. He gave you a stroppy toddler face, pouting his lips. You stood up and pulled his boxers round his ankles and took your underwear off from under your skirt. ‘Wanna take some naughty photos’ you said. And without warning you sat down on his dick, riding him slowly, you then turn round and put another coin in the booth and pressed to take a photo.

You got in position and began to ride him hard as the booth snaps photos. Just at that moment Adam came, filling you up. “Fuuuuckkk” he said in his sexy husky tone. You got off of him and you both got dressed quickly composing yourselves before stepping out and quickly grabbing the photos.

You both look down at them with a smirk as one of the pictures had snapped him mid climax. Before long you were reunited with MCA and Mike D. ‘Jeez how many photos did you guys take’ MCA says snatching the photos out your hand. You and Adam both look at eachother sheepishly with a smirk. ‘Say no more man. Right on’ he said fist bumping Adam.

[openheartfanfics]

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A Dangerous Thing - @droppedmydamncroissant 🎭 Ethan juxtaposes a new love under the light of a past one, for the pursuit of pleasure demands a degree of selfishness.

A Letter to My Love - @potionsprefect ☁ The night before their wedding, Ethan and Victoria pen a letter to each other.[Wedding]

Dressed to Kill - @jamespotterthefirst ☁ A small moment in their Miami hotel room. [Miami; 1.10]

Elaine Greaves - @starfurylord ☁ Ethan meets Kate's ex, which leads to talking about one's romantic alliances and Ethan's scandalous past. [Ex Came Back]

Evidence - @genevievemd ☁ Though he’s asked her not to mention it, Genevieve insists on celebrating his 39th birthday -- even if it’s just for a moment.  [Birthday]

Gentle Touch - @potionsprefect ☁ A simple touch makes her feel more at ease. [Illness/Injury]

Height Differences - @utterlyinevitable ☁🎄 Ethan Ramsey should have known better than to pick a petty fight with his heavily pregnant wife. [Fighting; Christmas; Pregnancy]

His and Hers - @jerzwriter ☁ Unbeknownst to Ethan, or anyone else, Casey had a short stint as a model when she was a senior at NYU.

In Plain Sight - @queenbirbs 📚🛸 [extended: wip]

Chapter 13

Kismet - @jerzwriter 📚☁ [extended: wip] CH: The last time that Casey and Ethan met before they “meet” for the “first” time.

Part 6

Little Sister - @a-crepusculo ☁ The Ramseys welcome their newest addition. [Family Dynamics]

Love and Care - @jerzwriter ☁ Reader ask: “I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

Morning Sickness - @jamespotterthefirst ☁ She has to stay home from work. Doctor’s orders. [Pregnancy]

Nothing in the Drawers - @potionsprefect ☁ The one thing she needs she can’t find.

Now and Always - @lsvdw-blog 🎭Ⓜ Ethan and Serena come to terms with losing someone dear to them. Will their relationship survive? [TW: Minor character death] [Someone Died]

Out in the World - @potionsprefect ☁ They head back to the party as a couple

Role Reversal - @potionsprefect ☁ It’s usually him taking care of her, now it’s the other way round. [Illness/Injury]

Tethered - @gryffindordaughterofathena 🦚 Trembling hands and wordless conversations. [2.11]

The Comfort of You - @josiesopenheart ☁ Ethan helps calms Josie’s nerves.

The Cost of Living - @starfurylord ☁ Ethan and Kate have hard jobs. The best thing they can do is unwind and let in each other on some secrets and wishes. [TW: Drugs]

The Interview - @starfurylord 🛸 In an alternative timeline, Kate applies for the newest diagnostics team position after completing her residency at Mass Kenmore.

The Prize - @liaromancewriter ☁ When visiting a carnival, Cassie shows Ethan exactly how competitive she can get.

The Ramseys and their Fur Babies - @genevievemd ☁📷 Ethan and Gen with their kids and dogs.

Unattractive - @potionsprefect ☁ Victoria is sick and Ethan looks after her. [Illness/Injury]

What the Heart Wants - @potionsprefect ☁ What she wants is what she’s not allowed. [Illness/Injury]

Working Late - @storyofmychoices ☁ Ellie finds Ethan in his office working late.

KEIKI LAHELA

Hau'oli Makahiki Hou - @storyofmychoices ☁🌟 Bryce has the perfect way to celebrate New Year’s Eve with Keiki.

LOVE TRIANGLE

Ricochet - @txemrn 📚 🎭🛸 [extended: wip] Ethan x F!MC x Tobias

IIIb. “...but I Know the Way

Sometimes Love is For... - @jerzwriter 📚🎭 [mini: wip] Ethan x F!MC x Tobias

Part 1: A Reason

Part 2: A Season

PLATONIC/THE GANG

Dolphin Adventures - @liaromancewriter 📷 📱 ☁ Cassie shows Kyra that life is worth fighting for while Sienna finds comfort from the unlikeliest of sources. [1.11]

SIENNA TRINH X M!OC

Cure for a Bad Day - @liaromancewriter  ☁ When Max has a bad day, Sienna knows just what to do to cheer him up.

Welcome to the Family - @liaromancewriter ☁📷 📱 Max and Sienna add a new member to their family and it has Cassie buzzing.

TOBIAS CARRICK X F!MC

Morning Person - @jerzwriter ☁ As a new couple, Tobias & Casey wake up together, ready to greet the world in a brand new way.

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

[greenygreenland]

Friends: Platonic Omega x Mechanic Reader

-sorry, I was supposed to write more, but idk what happened

-requested

-sorry I'm late to finishing this. Hope it's not too disappointing.

-i had MCAS and a lot of other stuff to do, so I got soooo busy

It started out as a one-tine thing. You had gotten hurt on a mission to the Outer Rim, and despite only being a simple mechanic, the 501st had an insane liking to your skills. They were nice boys, and you enjoyed hanging out with them. It wasn't like you minded.

Anything was better than an old, greasy hanger.

But then it wasn't. You had been caught in a stray volley of blasts, and somehow, ended up with a hole in your shoulder. The last thing you remembered was yelling at Kix, then Jesse, and finally a sea of darkness.

This one-time volley of stray shots became another incident. Then another. And another. Sometime during your visits to the med bay, you met a young girl with bright eyes and blonde hair. She had the toothy-est smile, the most enthusiastic words, and the best laugh that made you feel like life wasn't so bad.

"And then I walked past Nala Se. She told me to stay close, but you know me, I can't stay close because what else am I supposed to do?" Omega ranted with a dramatic sigh.

Three months ago, this little girl would have been all smiles and nervous laughs. Now, she talked like she had known you for years.

"The boys always give me these weird looks. I don't really care though. They're all Melanie's because I'm different...!"

Whenever Omega had nothing to do, she came to your room. The girl always said it was to run 'tests', but you knew better. She just needed someone to talk to.

"Hey, (Y/n)?"

You hummed in acknowledgement.

"We're...friends right?"

You raised a curious brow. Omega wasn't one to openly show doubt unless asked about it. Her enthusiasm and natural curiosity always kept that part of her in check. Yet the look in her eyes was different today.

Those orbs swirled with uncertainty, worry, and so much doubt you couldn't understand. You were a simple mechanic, not a top-tier psychologist. "Where is this coming from, Omega?" you inquired.

Omega fiddled with her thumbs. "Well...someone said to me today that I annoy you and that you'd prefer talking to a protocol Droid over me because we're fake friends." That was nonsense. Whoever said that to your dear Omega would have to watch their backs because...

...where in the Universe would you be without little Omega?

"Stop right there." you firmly stated. "Whoever said that is going to have a long talk with my trusty wrench over here. As soon as I can walked again, I'll be sure to make sure everyone knows we're the bestest friends."

A smile rose to your lips but Omega didn't return it. "If I hadn't met you, then I'd be so lonely here every single day. Who else am I supposed to make friendship bracelets for anyway?"

Omega blinked. "Friendship bracelets?" You dug a hand in your pocket and pulled out two braided bracelets. "I worked all night on these." One was a marvelous (colour) while the other a dazzling (colour). You helped put one on Omega's wrist before doing the same with yours.

The frown painted on Omega's lips disappeared in an instant. She beamed, and it was so bright it could have rivaled the sun. "Wow!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "You made this? It's so pretty! I love it!" Omega opened her arms and tackled you in the tightest hug she could muster. "Thank you!"

You ruffled her hair with a grin. "Don't go doubting the power of our friendship because one measly kid says it's 'fake'." Omega pulled away and matched your grin. "You're right. I don't know why I listened to that kid anyway. He's always been known for being mean."

"Then why did you listen to him?"

Omega blinked and rubbed the back of her neck nervously. It was as if she debated between telling the truth or making up a white-lie. If there was anything you knew about clones, it was that they were all terrible liars. Omega was no different.

"I...I guess it's because I'm not used to talking to people much. I've never really been lied to, so it's sort of new to me." You nodded thoughtfully. "Because it's not something you'd think of doing."

"Yeah..."

You ruffled her hair again, watching as her eyes darkened and lightened like a passing patch of cloud. "For a mechanic," Omega scratched her cheek sheepishly, "you're really sharp." You shrugged. "Sometimes you have to be in order to guess the parts that need fixing in a pinch. You learn overtime."

"Oh, that makes sense."

A small chuckle left your lips. You planted both hands on Omega's shoulders firmly. "Listen here, no matter what anyone says, we're friends for as long as I'm breathing. Don't listen to the extras, because you're the main character of your own story."

Omega smiled, taking one of your hands and giving it a good squeeze.

It was funny to imagine how these talks remained a one-tine thing. After various other visits, you got to know Omega on a personal level, as well as how she was as a person.

If there was am author writing your book now, you hoped you were a main character too.

[kerie-prince]

We’re Worlds Apart (1)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj/Muggle fem!reader

Post-Battle of Hogwarts

warnings: language

series m.list | general m.list

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

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"They want... me?"

Draco Malfoy sat across his supervisor in his office at St. Mungos. His eyes widened at the offer he was given.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, you've certainly shown us around here that you do well at your job. If I must say so myself, I believe you're ready for the job," his boss has explained. Draco had recently finished his Fellowship and became a remarkable Healer. So much so that the Santa Marie Hospital for Maj Persons in Buffalo, New York contacted his supervisor to offer him a position as Head Healer. It was an incredible opportunity, one that a person could only dream of.

Draco sat still in his chair, shocked that of all Healers from his department, Santa Marie wanted him. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco was determined to change the views people had of him. He was no longer the prejudice prat that he was at school. Draco Lucius Malfoy is now a matured, capable young man. He worked hard and was proud that he did everything on his own. No help from daddy dearest, no pressure of the Malfoy name. It was all him.

"I would love to take this job. When would I start?"

Draco finished filing his paperwork at the Ministry of Magic that was to be sent to the Magical Congress of the United States containing his work permit and all the necessary identification. Walking around London, he grew excited about it. It was a feeling he hadn't felt since he got his letter for Hogwarts.

The next thing he has left to do was to find housing. There was an office located in Diagon Alley that specialized in international real estate. Draco walked into the brightly lit office. Much to his surprise, Daphne Greengrass stood at the reception desk.

"Well, well. Long time no see, Malfoy," she said with a smile on her lips. He was quite relieved to see a familiar face. "Good to see you too, Daph. I'm checking in to see Ms. Moreau. I'm moving to America soon." Daphne was both shocked and impressed that Draco would be making such a big move. They chatted momentarily about the reason for him moving and she congratulated him. Soon enough, the real estate agent walked out and called Draco into her office.

She sat at her desk and gestured for him to take the seat opposite her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."

"The feeling is mutual, Ms. Moreau," Draco had slightly bowed his head.

"Please, call me Gwen," she smiled as she reached to shake his hand, "I see from your paperwork that you're moving to America, correct?" he nodded his head in response. "Fantastic! Now, looking at the locations for Buffalo, we have quite a bit of selections from houses to flats. Of course, in America they're called 'apartments'. With your budget, you would be able to get this nice house that is just a 10 minute drive to the Apparition office to Santa Marie's." She showed Draco pictures of the house. It was quaint. An all white, one story house that had three bedrooms, a lifted porch, small kitchen, two bathrooms, trimmed green grass in front and a dark stained wooden fence that went around the house. Draco nearly fell in love with it. Its contrast to the Malfoy Manor was warm and inviting.

Gwen had shown him pictures of the other places she had gathered for him, but none of them peeked his interest as the first house did. It was quite silly as he thought about it. Most likely, he would be working long hours at the hospital to even be able to appreciate the home. It made more sense to get an apartment as he would most likely just use the space to sleep and eat. But the house was begging for him to live there. After about an hour long session, Draco made his final decision on the small house.

"Excellent choice, I had hoped you'd love it. Now, before I contact the sellers about your offer, I must let you know this before you sign anything," Draco shifted in his seat. Of course there had to be a catch. A house this perfect needed one thing to go wrong. Was it busted windows? A terrible neighborhood? Shitty pipelines? He nodded for her to continue.

"This is an integrated neighborhood. Both muggles and wizards live around and you might not know which are which for a while." Muggles. He sat in silence, staring down at the photos of the house. Did he really want a muggle neighbor? No, you're past this Draco thought. The old Draco wouldn't even give the place a second thought. But he wasn't him anymore. "I don't care. I'll take it."

—

You woke up in the morning, stretching your arms and legs out of the thick blanket. It was currently 8:47 am, your alarm clock beside you still had 13 minutes to alert you to wake up. Deciding to just get a head start on the day, you walked into the your bathroom and started your shower. The water was at the hottest you took and you went about your daily routine. You said your repeated incantations in the shower as you lathered yourself with soap:

Water, water, wash away. Water, water, cleanse today.

Walking out your shower, you grabbed your towel and recited the next spell as you dried yourself:

By the earth in the soap,

by the air in the steam,

by the fire that heats the water,

by the water that cleanses,

I am cleansed, clean, and ready for the day.

When you were 12 years old, you used to watch your grandmother perform Wicca in her bedroom. Your mother didn't particularly join in on the belief, but also didn't oppose to you starting alongside your grandmother when you turned 18. Now, you were almost 26 and still kept on the same practices.

On the contrary to people's interpretation or views of witchcraft, you called yourself a White Witch; someone who performs good magick upon selfless reasons. You never hexed anyone nor wished any ill fate. The Laws of Nature was surely watching at all times and if you did, expect to get the same fate but in threefold. Not that you even had any reason to do such things, anyways.

After getting ready, you grabbed your bag, keys — which held a protection charm — and went on your way to work. Your cat sat in her tower located in your living room and she watched you walk out. Getting into your car, you noticed movement next door. A big, moving truck was parked and a crew of movers carried furniture into the house. Finally, someone new you thought.

Feeling nosy, you sat patiently to figure out who it was moving next door. Was it a family? An elderly couple? Maybe newlyweds. Right when you were about to pull out of your driveway, a handsome blond stepped out of the house guiding the movers where things were going to be placed. You couldn't hear his voice, but could tell from the distance that it had to be attractive.

He looked around the street and caught you starting from your car. You hesitantly raised your hand to wave at him but was cut off by a man walking up to him with a clipboard gesturing where to sign. You looked at the time on your watch and nearly panicked at how the time passed, leaving you with only 15 minutes to get to work. Hauling ass, your car let a screech out as your foot punched the gas pedal. You'll be able to introduce yourself later, Y/N.

—

A few days passed and Draco was headed for the Apparition office to his new workplace. He had leased a new car to drive there. According to the Magical Congress, wizards and witches that lived in integrated neighborhoods must check in at Apparition offices to not raise suspicions from No-Maj. Seemed quite silly at first, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. He remembers the first time he went to Diagon Alley with his father through the Leaky Cauldron, finding it hidden with a wall that required taps against it. Behind it, a magical alley hidden from muggles.

He pulled into the office building lot with ease. It was clean on the outside and had a sign on top that only read MCA Co,. At the front door, there was a pin pad with numbers on it that kept it locked. Draco pulled the paper from his pocket and dialed the number. The door made a clicking noise which signaled that it was unlocked.

In the front was a young man sat at a reception desk typing away onto a computer. It was a strange sight for Draco as he's never seen one before. He walked up to the desk and waited for the person to acknowledge him.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to the Magical Congress' Apparition Office. May I see your ID pass, please?"!the accent was unfamiliar to Draco, but he nonetheless reached for the pass clipped to his trousers and gave it to the receptionist. He scanned the pass, handed it back to Draco and raised up from his chair to guide Draco to the door which had a direct line to the hospital. "Have a good day, sir!" were his last words before he went back to his desk.

Draco looked at the address once more before appariting into Santa Marie's. Here goes nothing.

—

It was a long day at the office. Setting up appointments with new clients, greeting all the new people he'd be working with, and a surprise welcome party to end it. Everyone he met had different variations of American accents. Some from Chicago, some from California, and some from the native state of New York.

A man by the name of Ian Parker helped Draco navigate around the building. Draco was quite relieved to hear that Ian had lived close by, just two blocks and a turn away. They had lunch together and talked about just simple things about each other. It felt nice to meet somebody and they not know who you are and things you've done in the past.

Once he got home, the first thing Draco did was start to run the shower, gathering his sleepwear as the water heated up. Not meaning to, Draco noticed how his bedroom window had perfect view of yours. To him, it was extremely odd.

You had faux vines that curled around your four-poster bed, a couple of plants that hung against the wall and posters of movies that Draco knows for a fact he's never seen in his life. You walked into your room and went up to a small drawer and dug through it. After a few seconds, you grabbed out some incense sticks, lit them and stood them on the stand that laid on your dresser. Afterwards, you sat on the floor with your legs crossed and started taking deep breaths.

Draco caught himself staring for too long and was about to head into the shower until he saw movement from the corner of his eye. There you sat, but this time, you held items in your hands. One held what Draco thought to be just some colorful rocks. The other hand held a bundle of herbs on fire at the tips. Your lips moved and it had Draco curious. Your hand with the herbs moved in a specific pattern, creating smoke around you. Once you finished, you set the rocks and herbs down at a table and left the room. That was odd. Draco thought. He passed it off and went on about his night.

—

"It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. And trust me when I say that Hogwarts has its fair shares of odd moments," Draco sat in the break room with Ian and two other people, Ashley and Blaine. They laughed at the description Draco had of you and settled after Ian began his explanation.

"It seems that your No-Maj neighbor is considered a Wiccan." What in Merlin's name is that?

"Pardon? What's do you mean?"

"It's what they call witchcraft," Ashley added, "it became a popular thing after the Salem Witch Trials. Of course, there's no real magic to it like what we can do, but they nonetheless believe it works."

Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. Muggles are trying to be witches? This was probably the last thing he ever thought he would hear. Inside, a familiar feeling had ignited. A feeling he had, or he supposed still had, for a certain species. He didn't like it but to find out that what he is had become a fantasy to be was upsetting. He was born into this life, not them. Not you.

—

It had been a really nice day at work. People had been kind and you sold out of a new oil you made. As you entered your home, your cat ran up to your legs and purred against you. You smile down at her and made your way to prepare your dinners.

She nibbled away at her bowl and you watched in content.

Outside, you heard a car pulling in. It's probably him. You peaked out the window in the living room and your guess was correct. He stepped out of a black car and walked to his door. You tried catching his attention by waving your arms about, hoping he glanced your way. When he did, you waved excitedly to him.

He stared at you with a straight face, no hint of any feeling. It was odd, people usually like you and wave back but this guy was just looking at you. Not doing anything. You looked around to see if there was something behind you, only to look back and see that he was gone. Ooo...kay?

You grabbed your sweater and decided to introduce yourself to your new neighbor. It had been almost a week and it seemed that he still hadn't acquainted himself to anyone on the street. The cool, spring breeze sent a pleasant chill down your spine as you walked on the sidewalk.

Once you stepped in front his door, you knocked three times. No answer. Three more times. No answer. The lights that were on had turned off and curtains had been shut in almost a blink of an eye. He had made it clear that he was not in a mood to talk to anyone. It slightly hurt your feelings, but you told yourself to not dwell on it. He's just tired from work. Just then, an idea popped in your mind as you headed back home.

—

"Stupid fucking muggle clock," Draco cursed as he was running around his bedroom getting dressed. He overslept by an hour and had 10 minutes to be in the Apparition office to go to work. Damn American laws.

He grabbed an apple, not his usual sour green one but a sweet red one this time, grabbed his bag and ran for the front door. Something taped to the door caught his attention and he halted his movements. It seemed to have been a note someone left. He unfolded the paper and read it to himself;

Hello! My name's Y/N and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood! I hope we can become good friends~ if there's anything you need or if you'd ever like to get acquainted over coffee, please feel free to knock on my door! It'd be nice to get to know you :)

At the bottom of the note was a small drawing of a witches pointed hat and Draco immediately knew who left the note. Almost on instinct, the note caught on fire in his hands and the ashes fell to the ground. He dusted his hand off and went to work. As if we would ever become friends.

—

next chp

taglist: @beiahadid @malfoy-styles-wife @fivenightslaughter

[mi6-cafe]

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As part of Supportive Sundays, we’re also highlighting some fancreations with few comments that may be overlooked.

Show Me The Way Home  by  storm_of_sharp_things        

Commander James "Hurricane" Bond of the RAF is an instructor at the multinational Lightning Force training program at MCAS Beaufort, South Carolina, with Q as the civilian technical chief. Lieutenant Danny "Peach" Holt was part of the program, but after his pilot, Lieutanant Aiden "Joker" Cafferty was killed, he left to run a bar near the base. Lieutenant Alex "Runner" Turner is the RAF pilot of a mixed team, flying with Marine Lieutenant Ron "Slider" Kerner.

Do Maverick and Goose even need an introduction? Anyway, the canonical deaths in Top Gun and London Spy do not happen here, sorry for the spoilers, this is mainly about negotiating relationships and seeking comfort in your partners. Also, cuddle piles.

Social Navigation by aliensundermybed, Anyawen 

Freddie Lyon is going to a party. A posh party at a country house filled with posh socialites —and his bloody annoying (and attractive) neighbor, James Bond. As he continues his investigations into the murder of Ruth Elms, and learns a few things about Bond as well. Interesting things ...

Bright Wings by  IrishWitch58 

Bond sees something astonishing at the end of a mission gone wrong. Did he see what he thinks he did? And what is Q hiding? 

as close to hell by midrashic 

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. —Romeo, Romeo & Juliet I.v.114-115

[pauls-bouticake]

I'M TELLING YOU, SHE'S PERFECT

[just-the-hiddles]

Weekend Reading | January 24, 2020

Another week come and gone! This week has been in my real life and here on Tumblr.  I have a new piece posting tomorrow and a little bonus drabble featuring a character I have never written for before! (any guesses?!) There are some great stories for this week.  No smut, shocked I know.  But I am sure the naughty little stories will make their way back onto this list.  Until next week!

Come Away With Me  by @hopelessromanticspoonie​ Tom Hiddleston x Reader- Hopeless is a great friend and I love every single one of her stories, but some stories hit different.  This is one of them.  I am so completely in love with this story.  In the words of Stefon from SNL, it has everything.  Except smut, but hey it doesn’t need it.  

Borrowed by @yespolkadotkitty​  Chris Evans x Reader- A sweet little Chris drabble.  We are all obsessed with Chris Evans and his sweaters.  She has been killing it with the drabbles lately.  

Secret Love by @captain-rogers-beard​  Chris Evans x Reader-  I first want to thank Mimi’s hater, because of you I made a new friend!  This story is fantastic.  The characterization of Chris and Scott is spot-on.  And there is a prequel, which is on my must read list!  Run don’t walk.  

The Rarest Flower  by @villainousshakespeare​   Loki x Reader-  Be still my heart, I am entranced by the words.  The weaving of this tale of forbidden love tugs at my heartstrings like no other.  I adore this!

Drown  by @mca-attack21​ Lucifer x Reader-  I really enjoyed this.  It read like an episode.  And so soft and fluffy.  Great read!

Sleepy Weekend Mornings  by @lokimostly​ Thomas Sharpe x Reader-  So sweet and fluffy.  If only Thomas has been so lucky to have such a great life.  Loved this one!  

[niall2017]

July 2020 Masterlist

🌭 1.  Not What It Seems - peter parker x reader @hopesbarnes

☀️ 2. Most Wanted 5/8

🌭 3. Most Wanted 6/8

☀️ 4. Most Wanted 7/8

🌭 5.  Most Wanted 8/8

☀️ 6. Most Wanted epilogue - bucky barnes x reader @sgtjbuccky​

🌭 7. The Boy That Your Boy Hoped That You Would Avoid - bucky barnes x reader @stuckonjbbarnes​

☀️ 8. Dream A Little Dream Of Me - bucky barnes x reader @budapest-buddies​

🌭 9. The Swear Jar (p1) - mob!tom x reader 

☀️ 10.  The Cookie Jar (p2) - mob!tom x reader

🌭 11. The Tea Jar (p3) - mob!tom x reader

☀️ 12. The No-No Jar (p4) - mob!tom x reader

🌭 13. The Daddy Jars (p5) -mob!tom x reader

☀️ 14. The Dummy Jar (p6) - mob!tom x reader

🌭 15. The Christmas Jars (p7) - mob!tom x reader

☀️ 16. The Tantrum Jar (p8) - mob!tom x reader

🌭 17. The Candy Jar (p9) - mob!tom x reader

☀️ 18. Getting Back The Jars (p10) - mob!tom x reader

🌭 19. Until The End Of Jars (epi) - mob!tom x reader @liberty-barnes​

☀️ 20. Walk in the park - bucky barnes x reader @howardpotts​

🌭 21. Dean Being Cursed To Only Tell The Truth - dean winchester x reader @luci-in-trenchcoats​

☀️ 22. Abed Nadir and the Friend of a Friend - abed nadir x reader @ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell​

🌭 23. Bubble Baths - bucky barnes x reader @seventven​

☀️ 24.Who are you? - loki x reader @lovermrjokerr​

🌭 25. You Share Thoughts with Your Soulmate - doctor strange x reader @regrettablewritings​

☀️ 26. Yay - loki x reader @justauthoring​

🌭 27. The Impossible - sherlock x reader @mca-attack21​

☀️ 28. Between the Lines masterlist - bucky barnes x reader @221bshrlocked​

🌭 29. xoxo, - 10 - bucky barnes x reader, scott lang x reader @buckysmischief​

☀️ 30. saturdays - bucky barnes x reader @irndad​

🌭 31. Modern Love- Wanda’s Reading - bucky barnes x reader @talesofsadhuman​

[the--blackdahlia]

Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 41 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 41

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

1995

Nikki sighed, he and (Y/n) had been together for two years now. He and Tommy had barely spoken. Last he heard he was with a porn star. Mick and Nikki were in the studio and John was going over some things.

“I’ve been thinking,” Nikki told Mick.

“That’s never a good thing.” Mick chuckled. “Thinking about firing John?” He nodded towards the singer, who was working on the EP. The self titled album had been a let down, and there had been talks that Elektra was going to let go of Motley Crue.

Nikki took the engagement ring out of his pocket. “I’ve been holding onto this since 1985?” he tried to remember. “I’m thinking about just giving her a new one… fresh start.” he smiled softly. “I think we’re ready this time… at least I hope we are.”

“You’re ready for that?” Mick asked. “Well look at you, moving closer up to cheetah.” Mick smiled. “And I'm sure she’ll say yes. This time though, maybe she won’t be kidnapped by Tommy right afterwards.”

“Yeah,” Nikki sighed and put the ring away. “I just, maybe I should wait one more year?” Nikki got up to pack up his bass. “Have you heard from Tommy?”

“No.” Mick shrugged. “He’s been really weird since he got with that new wife of his.”

“Yeah,” Nikki sighed. “I’ll see if (Y/n) can contact Athena and find out what’s going on.”

“She been doing better since she left New York?” Mick asked. “And I’m still looking for that notebook. I know it’s been awhile…”

“Yeah, at least I think she is…. I hope I’m making her happy.” Nikki shook his head. “Thanks for looking for it though. I gave her my rehab journal. She read my vows.”

“Is that what started all of this? Or was Tommy being an asshole again?” Mick asked.

“A bit of both.” Nikki walked out of the studio with Mick as a man in a suit came up to them. “Can we help you?”

“I’m David Easton, lawyer for one Thomas Lee Bass.” He presented a letter to Mick and Nikki. “Mr. Lee has dissolved his contact with Elektra and the band Motley Crue. He will not be returning.”

“What?” Nikki looked at Mick and and the letter they were handed.

“It is laid out there. He has requested to have his person removed from any contracts involving Elektra records and be moved to MCA. He is requesting to be under the care of a producer named (Y/n) Bass. We are waiting for her response, but as of now, there is no more Mr. Lee at Elektra records.”

Nikki and Mick watched as the lawyer walked away and sighed. “Well looks like the Crue is dead… great…” Nikki sighed and walked out of the building with Mick.

“He really has the balls to ask (Y/n) to produce him after everything he’s done to her?”

“I don’t know Mick, but I guess I’ll find out when I get home,” Nikki sighed and made his way home. He heard (Y/n) yelling as he made his way inside.

“You think after everything that he’s said and done to me that I’ll produce him!” (Y/n) yelled as she paced with the phone to her ear. “I don’t care if he’s my brother!”

Nikki winced when he heard (Y/n)’s angry voice. He bent down and pet Ziggy as he walked into the small office they set aside for her. He waved and blew her a kiss before walking to his bass room to put away his bass. As soon as he left the room though the house phone began to ring.

“Sixx,” he said and rubbed his eyes.

“Nik? It’s Nessa,” she sniffled. “Is (Y/n) busy?”

“Sorry Ness, she’s dealing with MCA right now… are you ok?” Nikki stood a little straighter.  

“I...you know Skylar, Vince’s daughter?” Vanessa whispered. Nikki and (Y/n) had went to her birthday party and she had absolutely adored (Y/n). It was mama Nessa and Auntie (Y/n) to Skylar.

“Yeah? What about her?” Nikki asked.

“She’s um… she’s in the hospital… and they said it was cancer….” Vanessa’s voice broke. “Vince and I have been going back and forth and I know you guys are busy but…. I really need her Nik.”

*********

MCA two months later.

Tommy’s knee bounced as he waited for (Y/n). They had finally convinced her to represent Tommy and he was a nervous wreck. Finally, (Y/n) came out of her meeting and sighed.

“Come on Tommy. Let’s get you in the studio.” She sighed.

“Thanks for doing this (Y/n/n) I don’t trust anyone else to produce me here.” Tommy gave her a soft smile. “You look good.”  

“Thanks.” She offered him a smile. “Ready? Your band ready?”

“Yeah,” Tommy smiled as he got the band ready and sat on the drums. He counted them off as they began to play.

I don't make everyone happy

Well it's ok (it's ok)

And it's ok (it's ok)

I've been through this before

It's nothin' new (it's nothin' new)

It's nothin' new (it's nothin' new)

“That...that sounds familiar.” (Y/n) said, watching her brother. “What is that?” She noticed him reading the lyrics off of something. Moving by the window so she could see, she saw a small, black notebook. And her handwriting on the paper.

I don't know why

Everytime I wanna fly

Somebody always tries

To hold me down

Hold me down, yeah

I'm losing my faith

Every single time I try

The waters on my side

Don't let me drown

Let me drown

(Y/n) stared at her brother in shock as she heard her words coming out of his mouth. He had had the notebook the whole damn time, and he was recording her songs.

When they finished playing Tommy walked up to her, “So, what did you think?”

“Tommy, where did you get that song from?” She asked, looking at him.

“Huh? Oh… it just came to me,” he shrugged.

“Really?” She grabbed the notebook from the stand. “Then why the hell are you writing wedding vows to Nikki!” She showed him the page where her vows were written. “I can’t believe you.” She went to walk away and he grabbed her.

“(Y/n)...” he sighed. “He isn’t good for you and you know that. He’s going to slip it’s only a matter of time.”

“Get your hands off me.” (Y/n) pulled away from him. “You have been screwing up my life since we were kids! You don’t get to tell me what’s good for me because you don’t even know what’s good for you!”

“I’ve been screwing up your life? Who’s the rockstar here (Y/n)? not you.”

“Rockstar?” She sneered at him. “You know how to live like a rockstar, but you don’t know shit about the music that goes with it. And you wouldn’t even be able to live like that if it wasn’t for Nikki.”

Tommy stood there as she walked away. He had never heard her say those words to him. Running his fingers through his hair he turned back and walked to the studio. (Y/n) walked towards the higher up.

“Give Tommy Lee to someone else. I’m not producing him.” She told him.

“It’s either you represent him, or you’re fired Ms. Bass,” he boss sighed and crossed his arms.

“Well then, I’ll be cleaning out my office. I quit.” (Y/n) hissed. The higher up called for her to come back, but she didn’t listen, throwing things into a box and marching out.

Nikki had brought Ziggy in from his afternoon outing. He grabbed an apple and sat on the couch laying back and sighing. He was just about relaxed when (Y/n) came marching through the door with a box in her hand.

“Hey Nikki. How was your day? I quit my job. What do you want for dinner?” (Y/n) told him.

“Wait what?” Nikki got up and walked with (Y/n) to her home office as she placed the box on her desk. “What happened?” He watched as she paced around angrily and Ziggy whined a bit.

“Thomas Lee Bass was born, that’s what happened.” She handed Nikki the black notebook she had been looking everywhere for.

“Where did you find it?” he raised his eyebrow at her.

“Tommy had it.” She growled. “He stole it from me.” She paced. “I can’t believe that bastard! After everything I did for him! The times I let him borrow my clothes, I paid for his food or things that he needed and this is how he treats me!” She hauled off then and punched the wall hard, once, twice. Nikki saw blood on her hand then and stopped her from hitting it again. “W-why did he do this to me?” She sobbed.

Nikki hugged her and kissed the top of her head, “Let’s take you to the emergency room and get your hand looked at,” he sighed and grabbed his keys. “Tommy’s… he’s Tommy (Y/n). I have no excuse for him… he’s lost and I don’t know if he’ll ever find himself.” Nikki said as he led her to the car and drove her to the hospital.

“Well Ms. Bass, looks like your hand is sprained and you will need some stitches.” The doctor told her a bit later. (Y/n) sighed and looked down at her feet. “What exactly happened again?”

“Punched a wall thinking it was my idiot brothers face.” She grumbled, making Nikki chuckle a bit. The doctor nodded and went to get the stuff to fix her up. She looked over at Nikki. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She sighed.

“Something you should have done a long time ago?” Nikki suggested as he got close to her. “Tommy is lucky you didn’t punch his face. Although now I kind of wish you had… and remind me never to piss you off.”

“I think I’m good now.” She laughed. “My hand hurts.” Nikki laughed.

“Yeah punching a wall will do that,” Nikki sighed. Once they were done he took her home and sat her on the couch. He had ordered take out and they relaxed on the couch. (Y/n) fell asleep thanks to the medication they had her on and Nikki had flipped to MTV.

“Hi there! We’re back with Bret Michaels from Poison. As you know, we’ve been talking about him during this takeover. Now we have an important question. Who was Every Rose Has its Thorn about? We heard it was (Y/n) Bass. Is that true?”

Nikki sat up gently adjusting (Y/n) as she slept on his chest. He looked over at Ziggy. “See that guy there Zig… he used to date mommy… I still don’t like him.” he smiled when Ziggy gave a low growl at Bret.

"I mean it was the number one hit back then." The interviewer laughed.

"Yeah it was about her," Bret admitted. "I loved her, but we met at the wrong time. I lost her to someone else and while I wish we could get back together, I know that won't be happening."

Nikki smiled as he looked down at (Y/n). “Yeah, Bret…” He looked down at her left hand, “it’s not going to happen for you.” (Y/n) moved closer to Nikki in her sleep.

“So, you’re hoping that there’s a chance the two of you will get back together?” The interviewer asked. “I believe her and Nikki Sixx have been seeing each other.” Bret continued talking, but it was making Ziggy mad. Almost like he could understand that this man would be happy if his mommy and daddy broke up. Nikki couldn’t help but smile.

“Ok, Zig,” Nikki shut off the TV, “Let’s get mommy to bed.” Nikki gently got off the couch and picked (Y/n) up bridal style.

“Nikki?” (Y/n) whispered sleepily. They had given her pain meds for her hand and it really knocked her out.

“I’m here sweet girl,” he smiled. “Just taking you to bed.”

“I’ll always choose you.” She whispered before closing her eyes again.

Nikki looked down at her and smiled. It cemented for him everything he was feeling these past years. Closing his eyes he could feel the tears form. Taking a deep breath he gently laid her down and kissed her head. “Night sweet girl.”

****

Few Days Later

“What are we doing?” Mick asked as Nikki picked him up. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“She is taking Ziggy to the park you and I are going to look for rings,” Nikki breathed as he peeled out of Mick’s driveway.

“Rings? Like engagement rings?” Mick asked. “What made you decide to think about it more?”

“Bret MIchaels interview… and something (Y/n) whispered to me when she was half asleep,” Nikki gave him a smile. “We’ve been together now for two years after our break up… that’s way longer than when I first asked her to marry me.” Nikki pointed out.

“That is very true. You guys were only together a few months. The age to drink alcohol went up before she got there.” Mick chuckled.

“Yeah well this time… Tommy is not going to screw this up… I mean… he scares her to come back, you scare me that she’s hurt… he gets us together and then says I’m going to hurt her again… I just don’t get it man.”

“He was sober when when he got you guys back together. He was with Heather then.” Mick pointed out.

Nikki ran a hand across his face, “Yeah… I just… maybe I should have tried harder to help him more…”

“It wasn’t on you man.” Mick shook his head. “I have a beer every once in awhile, but I know when to stop. Tommy only has two modes. Nothing or extreme. It’s not anyone’s fault but his.”

“Yeah, you’re right Mick,” Nikki pulled up to the jewelry store. “Ok, so… I was thinking something simple… unless I get her something flashy…. Now I’m thinking I should have called Nessa over instead.” Nikki sighed as he looked at the different cases.

“Just look at all of them. Which one just screams (Y/n)?” Mick asked.

Nikki looked at this different rings and sighed, “I don’t know man… I don’t….” he froze when he saw it.

It was a black band with a beautifully cut rainbow opal sat where it would be a diamond. (Y/n) wasn’t a diamond girl, but Nikki knew that this was her.

“Nik? You okay?” Mick asked.

“That one,” he pointed to it and smiled. “That’s (Y/n).”

“You got her size?” Mick asked. Nikki nodded and went to talk to the lady behind the counter. Once the order was placed, Nikki couldn’t stop smile. “So, what’s the plan?” Mick asked.

“Carnival,” was all Nikki said, “Ferris wheel just like the first time.”

“Any specific carnival? As soon as the ring is ready?” Mick asked.

“I think once it’s ready everything will just fall into place,  I know there is a local carnival coming in a about a month or so. I’m sure we’ll be good to go then.”

“What about Tommy?” Mick asked.

“I’m going over his head,” Nikki swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m going to ask her parents and Athena.”

“He’s gonna be pissed,” Mick said. “I love it.”

*********

Nikki’s leg was bouncing as he sat nervously waiting for (Y/n)’s parents and Athena to come over. He had Vanessa distract (Y/N) with a full spa day and a nice stay at a resort to get her to relax while he prepared everything. The doorbell rang and Nikki answered the door with Ziggy’s help.

“Oh Nikki!” Voula Bass said, hugging him and kissing each cheek. David Bass and Athena followed her.

“Hey Nik.” Athena nodded at him. Nikki smiled at her before shaking David’s hand. They knew him and (Y/n) were dating. In fact, they had been over to the Bass home for Greek food on more than one occasion. They were surprised to see him so different from the rockstar without a care on the stage.

“Thank you guys for coming,” Nikki rubbed the back of his throat as Ziggy barked happily.

“So, what is the formal meeting for?” David asked as they all took a seat. Athena knew, and couldn’t stop smiling as Nikki placed the small ring box on the coffee table.

“I wanted to ask your permission to marry (Y/n) formally this time.” Nikki pushed the box to Voula so she could open it. She gasped and covered her mouth.

“Ω ο κύριός μου αυτό είναι τόσο όμορφο (Oh my lord, this is so beautiful).” Voula showed David and Athena.

“Holy shit Nikki! She is going to flip when she sees it!” Athena looked at him.

“So, you want to marry my daughter.” David said, crossing his arms. “You promise you won’t hurt her or abandon her?”

Nikki looked him in the eyes, her knew his answer, “I promise.”

“(Y/n) is fragile. I’d hate to see her broken up to the point that she thinks she has to go farther than New York.” David told him.

Nikki nodded and closed his eyes, “I don’t want that either sir.”

“I don’t know about these two,” David stood up and held out his hand. “But you have my blessing son.”

Nikki shook his hand before he looked at Athena and Voula, “what do you ladies think?”

“You guys have had my blessing since day one.” Athena laughed, standing up and hugging Nikki.

“Welcome to the family!” Voula hugged him after Athena.

“Thank you… so, let’s go out to eat. (Y/n) is with Vanessa getting some girl time so she won’t be back until tomorrow.” Voula and David smiled and headed to the door. Athena stopped Nikki.

“Nik, what about Tommy?” She asked. “You know how he acted last time. If he’s on stuff again, and he’s been more violent since he got with Pamela, I’m scared of what he would do to you or (Y/n).”

Nikki sighed, “I don’t know ‘Thena,” Nikki shook his head, “I’ll tell him if I see that he’s cooled down. So far he’s been radio silent.”

“(Y/n) told me about what he did to her with her songs,” Athena said as they headed out. “I can’t believe I’m related to that bastard.”

“I’m going to try talking to him soon,” Nikki sighed.

“Take your time.” She patted his arm. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.” She smiled at him.

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John Laurens x Spy!Reader Part 3

Warnings: swears

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John’s POV

I groaned as I strained against the metal handcuffs binding me to the uncomfortable chair. I tried scooting and wiggling around, but nothing was working out. “Try moving less, it’ll help the pain for your wrists,” a voice suddenly said from beside me. I jumped and turned, seeing a face that I never thought I would see again. “A-Alex? Is that really you?” I said, tears brimming in my eyes. I tried blinking away, but I couldn’t stop them. I was so damn happy to see him. Alex nodded and his eyes started filling with tears too. “Yeah,” was all he managed to choke out. Alex sat down on the chair in front of me, trying to gather himself.

“How have you been? How’s NYCLE been? Are Lafayette and Hercules still here? Please don’t tell me you’re still doing field work,” I rambled. Alex sniffed. “Slow down. I’ve been good, the agency has been good, and yes Laf and Herc are still here, and no I am not doing field work. I work with computers now, and it’s quite enjoyable,” Alex smiled to himself. A moment of silence fell between us. “So-”. “Um-”, we both said at the same time. I laughed. “Why’re we so awkward? What happened between us?” I asked, mostly to myself. Alex’s playful demeanor vanished. “Probably if you didn’t fucking ghost us we wouldn’t have to be this way.” He growled. I glared at him. I still didn’t tell him the actual reason why I left, and I don’t plan on it. “I had my reasons,” was all I said. He chuckled dryly and shook his head. “Do you know, how scared I was? How terrified? I thought that MCA had captured you, killed you. I couldn’t even leave my room. I was so depressed, I barely got any sleep, let alone ate. All I could think about was you and if you were okay. Turns out you were more than okay and just stroll back into my life, asking why we can’t be the way we used to. You’re the reason!” Alex screamed at me,

I shook my head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmured. Shut up, John. “You have no idea what I’ve gone through,” I shouted. John, shut it. “So stop putting this on me!” I screamed. Fucking die John. I thought to myself. Alex just shook his head. “You know, I actually loved you,” Alex whispered. I looked up in surprise. “Not just as a friend, Jack. I loved you like lover. I was... gay for you, My whole sexuality changed, my whole identity changed, and now you’re just tossing it out the window,” Alex’s voice cracked. I sat up quickly. “I love you too Alex! I just didn’t want to mess up our friendship! I thought you would be disgusted with me--” I confessed, but got cut off. “No, John. I love somebody else, now. Eliza. She’s a female and I really, truly do love her. I’m still trying to figure this out, so, I’ll, um. I’ll see you around, okay?” He whispered, slowly walking out the room backwards. I stared at him until he was out of sight.

My Alex, loved me. And I missed my opportunity. He’s moved on.

He loved me.

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okie so this is short asf but i feel like i done vanished on ya’ll so--