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thescarletknight2014 · 2 years ago

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Hold Me

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary - After a huge fight with Jake, you experience an engine malfunction and have to eject from a low altitude. While you’re in the hospital recovering from your injuries, there’s only one thing you want to make you feel better.

Warnings - Cursing, sexy fluff, plane crashes, and a trip to the hospital

Word Count - 2.6K

Maneuvering her jet into formation with Rooster’s, she took a moment to relive the fight she’d had with Jake that morning. She knew the dogfight with Mav would be starting soon, but she was still pissed at herself. There were a hundred different ways the morning could’ve played out and she was obsessing over how she could’ve handled the situation differently.

“You know, if you’d just bring some of your stuff over here, you wouldn’t have to rush home every morning to get ready.” She was lying in bed—still warm from their early morning tryst—and enjoying the sight of a naked Jake scouring the floor for the clothes he’d been wearing the night before. Her tone was light, but her meaning was crystal clear.

“I don’t do long-term, darlin’,” Jake muttered, not bothering to turn around. “You knew that from the start.”

Rolling her eyes, she let out an exasperated breath. “I’m not asking you to move in, Seresin.”

The look he shot her over his shoulder was hard and icy. “Sure sounds like it to me.”

“Ugh.” Flopping back onto her pillow, she stared at the ceiling. “I’m only suggesting you keep a change of clothes and a goddamned toothbrush here. You act like I’m proposing marriage.”

Finally dressed, he stood at the foot of the bed. “I don’t mind going back to my place. Why does it bother you so much?”

“It’s just stupid,” she muttered lamely. She’d never admit that she wanted to spend more time with him. She wasn’t in love with him—at least not to the point where she was ready to admit it to anyone. . .let alone herself. Most people thought he was an asshole, but his sarcastic comments always made her laugh. Was it so horrible that she wanted a little more time to really get to know him? The sex was great, but she knew their connection ran deeper—even if he liked to pretend it didn’t.

“Maybe we should. . .”

“Do not tell me we need to take a break.”

He shrugged. “You want more than I’m willing to offer.”

Tucking the sheet under her arms, she sat up and glared at him. “Just leave already. You know that’s what you want to do and god forbid Jake Seresin doesn’t get exactly what he wants.”

He left without saying another word and she was left cursing herself for pushing too hard, too fast. She was still ruminating over her poor choices when she was brought back to the present by Rooster’s voice over comms.

“You with me?”

“I’m here, Rooster,” she answered as she began checking her readouts. “Any sign of Maverick?”

“That’s a negative.”

“He’s out here somewhere.”

“I’ve got a visual,” Rooster called out. “Ten o’clock. He’s trying to hide in the glare of the sun.”

“I see him,” she confirmed. “He’s coming right for us.”

The next few minutes were a blur as she and Rooster coordinated their plan of attack to take out their commander before he took them out. The hop was proceeding as planned until her right engine went out.

She’d trained for scenarios like this, so she wasn’t worried at first. But when her left engine also malfunctioned, she started getting a bit anxious. Following all the protocols she’d memorized over the years, she tried restarting both engines, but nothing was working.

“Dead stick! Dead stick!” she called out over comms. “I’m losing altitude fast!”

“Punch out now!” Mav ordered.

The next few hours were a surreal experience for her. She remembered ejecting from the plane and watching it erupt in a ball of flames as it crashed into the mountainside. Rooster and Mav’s voices were mere echoes as her chute opened and she fell hard to the ground.

There was a searing pain in her shoulder that turned her vision dark as bile rose up in the back of her throat. Her memory was fuzzy after that, but she did recall frantic voices and unfamiliar hands lifting her briefly before a weightless sensation made the nausea return with a vengeance. A deafening sound—that she’d later realize was the blades of the rescue chopper—filled her ears and muffled the shouts of the people surrounding her.

The first shot of painkillers was pure bliss and she began floating on a cloud as her thoughts grew even more muddled. She was vaguely aware of an ear-piercing siren and more hands grasping and tugging at her. By the time the second dose of painkillers hit her system, she was beyond caring about anything.

Her eyes felt heavy, but she forced them open anyway. She desperately wanted something to drink to rid her mouth of the dry, cottony feeling, but she wasn’t sure her queasy stomach could tolerate a single drop of water.

The sky outside the window was growing dark and the incessant beeping of a heart rate monitor beside her alerted her to her location. She wished it would stop, but she was also grateful for the sound since it meant she was still alive—by some miracle.

It took a few moments for her vision to focus and it was only then she was able to assess herself properly. Her left arm was in a sling and the itch of adhesive tape along her brow suggested some kind of head wound. Surmising that she was suffering from a concussion, she was instantly skeptical of the sight before her. Only a severe head trauma could conjure the hallucination she was currently experiencing, but she was drugged up enough not to care that it wasn’t real.

A slow, lazy smile spread across her face as she gazed upon the lone figure curled up asleep in the oversized chair meant for overnight guests in the corner. His hair was mussed like he’d run his fingers through it countless times. There was a crease between his brows that hinted at the possibility he’d been worried or angry for an extended period of time.

“Jake.” Her voice was a mere whisper and his name fell from her lips on a sigh rather than as a means to gain his attention.

Coming awake as though she’d yelled his name at the top of her lungs, he blinked a few times to rid himself of the last remnants of sleep. “You’re awake. Do you want me to call the nurse? Are you in pain?”

Smiling at the thoughtfulness and concern exhibited by her hallucination, she didn’t bother responding. It was enough to just imagine him here with her. She didn’t need to start talking to nonexistent people and risk a doctor witnessing her altered mental state. Getting cleared to fly needed to be at the top of her to-do list and that wouldn’t happen if she was referred for a psych eval.

“Can you hear me?” Jake asked when she didn’t respond to any of his questions. “That’s it, I’m calling for a nurse.”

When he pressed the button clipped to the rail of her bed, she started to question her original assumption. It wasn’t until the nurse arrived and addressed Jake by name that she truly started to believe he was real.

“Are you okay, Lieutenant?” the nurse asked as he checked her vitals and flashed a pen-light into her eyes.

“I feel a little groggy, and I could really use something to drink,” she mumbled.

“Lieutenant Seresin, can you go fill that pitcher with some ice chips? The machine is just down the hall by the nurses’ station.” The nurse turned back to her. “I want you to take it slow with the ice chips—just a few at a time. You’re going to be a little nauseous from the pain meds and we don’t want you re-aggravating that dislocated shoulder by throwing up.”

She nodded her understanding as Jake re-entered the room. Leaning close to the nurse, she whispered, “Is he real?”

The nurse chuckled as he gave Jake a long, lingering glance. Turning back to her, he spoke so softly, only she could hear his words. “Honey, that man is as real as they come. You’d better hold onto him, cause if you don’t, I’m making a play for him.”

She started to laugh, but when pain coursed through her injured shoulder, it turned into a groan.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked, instantly concerned as he rushed to her side.

“She’s just fine,” the nurse assured him before giving her a wink. “I’ll be by in about an hour with some more pain meds. For now, she just needs to rest.”

Jake thanked the nurse and waited for him to leave before carefully sitting on the edge of the bed by her knees. “You want some ice?”

She nodded and was shocked when Jake grabbed the plastic spoon from the tray table and offered to feed her a few of the frozen chips. “I can do that myself.”

“It’s okay,” he said, holding the spoon in front of her mouth until she acquiesced and let him tip the ice past her parched lips.

Remembering the nurses instructions, she only took a few spoonfuls before shaking her head to let Jake know she was finished. Holding the last few chips in her mouth, she let them slowly melt on her tongue to rid herself of the last remnants of the dry, cottonmouth she’d woken up with.

Once she’d swallowed, she stared at Jake for a few moments. They hadn’t spoken a word in the last few minutes and she was still trying to reconcile the fact he was even there. “How long have you been here?”

He shrugged. “I was here when the ambulance brought you in.”

“How. . .”

“I heard you go down on the radio in the lounge,” he said, anticipating her question.

She shook her head in confusion. “But why?”

“I was scared,” he admitted as he reached across her to grasp her right hand, careful not to disturb the IV catheter. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Why do you care so much? We’re on a break, remember?”

A sardonic laugh escaped his lips. “Too bad that blow to your head didn’t come with some short-term memory loss.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

His thumb was rubbing over her knuckles and he took it as a good sign that she hadn’t snatched her hand away yet. “I fucked up this morning. I didn’t mean it.”

“You don’t have to do this, Jake.” She took a deep breath and forced herself to continue. She loved hearing him say the words, but she knew it was only the guilt talking. “I’m fine. I didn’t die. We can just go back to the way things were.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated. “We’re not going back.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you, okay? I love you and today scared the hell outta me. You deserve someone better than me and I was willing to let you go this morning, but then I thought I’d lost you. So now I’m being a selfish son of a bitch because the thought of living without you scares me more.”

His words rendered her speechless. Of all the things he could’ve said, declaring his love for her was nowhere near the top of her list.

“Well?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Well, what?”

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?”

Still in shock, she said the first words that came to mind. “Please just hold me.”

She knew from the expression on his face those weren’t the words he’d wanted to hear, but he nodded anyway and carefully lifted her injured shoulder to make room for himself in the tiny bed. It was a tight fit, but he managed to wrap his large frame around hers and with his hand resting possessively around her waist, she felt herself start to relax.

“I love you, too,” she whispered once she’d given herself some time to process everything he’d said to her.

“Yeah?”

With her back to him, she couldn’t see his face, but she heard the hesitation in his voice. This wasn’t how she’d imagined the two of them getting to this point in their relationship, but she wasn’t about to complain. “You sound shocked for a man that accused me of asking him to move in with me this morning.”

“That reminds me,” he whispered against her ear as his arm tightened around her waist. “Is that offer still on the table?”

“It was never on the table, Seresin.” She twisted as much as her shoulder would allow so he could see the mirth in her eyes. “I only offered a drawer and room for a toothbrush. Don’t go making this more than it is.”

“So, that’s how it is, huh?” he asked, playing along with her. “I rush down here like a love-sick fool and you don’t even want me around.”

“I didn’t say that.”

He chuckled softly as his lips grazed over hers. “Well, I’m officially asking you. Whaddya say, darlin’, wanna shack up with me?”

She rolled her eyes and bit her lip to keep herself from laughing too hard. “When you put it like that, how can I say no?”

“Most women can’t.”

“From now on, I’d better be the only woman you’re propositioning,” she teased with a mock glare of warning.

“The only woman?” he asked with a smirk. “Guys are still on the table?” He gestured back toward the door leading to the hallway. “That hot nurse was making eyes at me. . .”

“Please do not give that man any false hope,” she pleaded with a chuckle. “I’m already going to have my hands full fighting off horny women—I don’t need an army of gay men on my to-be-killed list.”

“So, I guess that means I don’t have a shot anymore.”

She and Jake both looked toward the door to see Bradley walking in wearing a smirk and carrying a large vase of flowers.

“In your dreams, Bradshaw,” Jake snarked.

Bradley’s eyebrows danced. “Always, Hangman.” He turned to her and reached out to squeeze her foot under the blankets. “How’s my wingman?”

She glared at him and tried to hide a smile. “I’d be a lot better if you weren’t trying to steal my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” He whistled low and winked at Jake. “And all it took was a near-death experience. Too bad I didn’t think of that.”

“You’re incorrigible, Bradshaw.” She rolled her eyes and laughed causing a wave of pain to shoot through her again.

Jake kissed her jaw and started to rub her hip. “Okay, enough. You need to be resting.”

“I can rest when I’m dead,” she said. “Which is not today, thank god.”

Bradley placed the bouquet in the window and pulled a chair closer to her bed. The playful twinkle in his eye had faded as he reached for her free hand. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” His gaze flitted up to Jake’s before returning to hers. “And I’m glad things are working out for you two. I’d really hoped to snag Hangman for myself, but I’m glad you ended up with him. Lord knows he needs someone to soften his hard edges.”

“Bradshaw.” Jake’s voice held a warning, but there was no malice behind it.

Laughing it off, Bradley’s eyes narrowed mischievously. “Now, did someone mention something about a hot nurse?”

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thescarletknight2014 · 2 years ago

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❤️ it really helped

Ice Cold

Whumptober 2022: 7. The Way You Shake and Shiver, 21. You’re Safe Now Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, f!reader, Reader is Iceman's Daughter Word Count: 760 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Freezing, Death Note: Thank you to @marvelousmermaid for looking this over for me 💖

You were so cold. Colder than you could ever remember being before in your life. You were shivering from the inside out and you were worried you’d chip a tooth if your teeth didn’t stop chattering so fiercely. But at least your body had gone so numb that the injuries from your crash didn’t hurt anymore.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you. In a way, it was poetic that Iceman’s daughter, code name Snowflake, was slowly freezing to death. But after your plane went down, you were too injured to find cover from the cold or to build a fire. You barely had enough strength to drag yourself away from your plane in case a fuel line caused an explosion. At this point, you were hoping for one. Explosions meant fire, and fire meant heat.

Unless that happened, your only hope was a rescue team located you soon. Maverick had been your team leader for this mission and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Your godfather had never failed you before, so you just needed to hold out a little longer. Knowing him, he’d have rangled together every available airman to help with the search.

It was becoming more difficult to breathe as the cold air stabbed at your throat and burned your lungs with each breath. Your vision began to blur and all you could see was the blanket of white stretching in front of you against the inky darkness of the night.

But suddenly, something else came into your field of vision. Struggling to bring the world back into focus, you finally made out a pair of combat boots standing before you, and the person wearing them squatted down to your level. Giving you a sad smile, he said, “Hey, baby.”

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

Bending down, he scooped you up into his arms just like he used to when you were a little girl. And as you leaned your head against his chest, you already felt his warmth radiating throughout your body.

You hummed as you snuggled in closer to him, your shivering slowly fading away. “I feel better already.” For the first time, you looked up and really took in the man carrying you. What you saw made you smile. “You look good, Dad.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nodded softly, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. With the warmth from your father wrapping around you like a blanket and the steady beat of his heart serenading you, you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

Maverick was the first one to spot you about a hundred feet from where your plane had crashed. The second he saw the drag marks in the snow, he had taken off running but because of the fresh layer of snow, he had almost tripped over your snow-covered body.

Dropping to his knees beside you, he desperately tried to wake you, to find a pulse. But, despite his efforts, it was painfully clear by your blue-tinted lips and ice-cold skin that you were gone. That he had been too late.

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he silently begged Ice for forgiveness. Since they had met at Top Gun decades ago, Ice had saved Maverick’s career more times than he could count. And the only thing in all that time that Ice had ever asked in return was that Mav keep his daughter safe. It had been the last thing Ice had said to him before he died over a year ago and, now, Mav had failed him. He had failed you.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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thescarletknight2014 · 2 years ago

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Well that’s one way to get all the tears I’ve been holding in out.

Ice Cold

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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thescarletknight2014 · 2 years ago

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On the Ice Masterlist

A Top Gun Hockey AU | J A K E S E R E S I N

Y/n Kazansky is the new athletic trainer for her dad’s hockey team, the San Diego Daggers. Jake Seresin is the captain of the San Diego Daggers and known playboy of the NHL. Y/n quickly catches the attention of the team captain but because of his tendencies she quickly denies his advances but soon he’s the only one at her side.

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Prologue

1 : Off Limits

2 : Stole the Show

3 : Away for the Day

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Idea and plot creation assisted by @mayhemmanaged and our LONG discussions on tiktok and insta😂

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thescarletknight2014 · 2 years ago

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Little Insomniac (J. Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x roommate!reader

Summary: You're dealing with an ongoing struggle to sleep, and Jake wants to help. Volume Two

Warnings: nothing really, just fluff.

Word Count: 3k

MY WORK IS ORIGNIAL AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ELSEWHERE. Be kind and don't steal other people's writing, thank you.

Gif creds: @jakeseresins

Jake stirs awake before his alarm has the chance to go off. Yawning, he wipes the sleep from his eyes before groggily reaching for his phone to check the time. 5:45, it reads, though he has to squint to make sure because his eyes are still bleary from just waking up. He lets himself yawn one more time before moving to sit at the edge of his bed, a gentle grunt falls from his lips as he enjoys his first big stretch of the day, preparing his muscles for his usual morning run.

Knowing that he’ll have plenty of time to get ready once he’s back, he swaps his sweatpants out for a pair of running shorts and slips on a coordinating shirt. He turns toward his bedside table to grab his headphones, immediately sticking them into his ears and scrolling through his phone to find his playlist, “Run Like Hell.” His head gently bobs to the best of the music once he’d hit shuffle as he finishes getting ready by sliding his running shoes on.

He makes sure to walk quietly as he passes your room. You won’t be waking up for another hour, at least, and he’s not keen on giving you a wake up call sooner than you have planned. He accidentally woke you up one morning shortly after the two of you signed this lease and it resulted in a rather heated reprimand from a rather hungover, half asleep, version of you that came stumbling out of your room with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in. Since then, he’s intentionally light on his feet, careful not to cause another scene.

Jake smiles at the memory of your disheveled state. You were slightly tipsy from the night before with pillow lines on your face and an unruly bun knotted on top of your head as you incoherently scolded him for nearly giving you a heart attack. In that moment, all he could do was blink at you like a deer in the headlights, trying not to focus too much on the fact that all you were wearing was an oversized shirt that covered everything above your mid thighs, leaving your toned legs on full display.

His trip to memory lane is clouded with confusion when he notices light radiating through the hallway from the living room. He got home after you did last night and swore he shut the lamp off before retreating to his bedroom. His feet carry him toward the light, stopping in the tracks when he notices your form on the couch. You’re seated comfortably with your feet splayed on the coffee table balancing your laptop on your knees, wearing that same damn t-shirt.

“What’re you doing up? You never beat me,” he questions, pulling one earphone out and adjusting the volume on his phone so he can hear you. His presence had gone unnoticed by you, so the sudden question made you jump in, your head snapping toward him in shock.

“Jesus Jake,” your hand flies to your heart in an attempt to ease its rapid beating, a quiet “whew” falling from your lips as you compose yourself, tilting the screen of your laptop down so you can see him better. “Why do move so quiet? You scared me half to death!”

“Sorry darlin’, I didn’t mean to scare you. Just surprised to see you awake so early. Like I said, you never beat me,” there’s an apologetic smile etched onto Jake’s soft features. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, his eyes never leaving you when he moves into the kitchen to grab a water bottle, promptly opening it and taking a swig. He stalks back to the living room, wordlessly offering you the water, which you gladly accept.

“Can you actually categorize it as beating you if I haven’t slept?” you ask after gulping the cool liquid down. You hand the bottle back to him, nuzzling deeper into your position on the couch when he moves to sit next to you, pulling his other earbud out so that you know you have his full attention.

He stares at you in confusion after processing what you said. Sure, your sleeping patterns have always been odd to him, but a night of not seeming at all raises several questions, “You didn’t sleep?”

“No,” you sigh, completely closing your computer and discarding it onto the coffee table in front of you.

“Why not? I thought you said that you're ahead at work and don't have to stress about extra planning?" He slings his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing across the fabric of your t-shirt. He ignores the temptation to drop his hand from the coach so that it rests fully on your shoulder, knowing it's not the time to tease the butterflies awakening in his stomach at the faint smell of your perfume.

"I am," you affirm looking over at him, his close proximity has you feeling at ease with a hint of bashfulness. "It's not work. It's nothing like that really. I just-I don't know, I can spend the entire day exhausted but I'm wide awake as soon as my head hits a pillow."

Jake nods, pulling his attention away from you to ponder if there's anything he can do. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he returns his gaze to you, taking notice of the prominent bags under your eyes. Your exhaustion coats your features, coating you with a dreamlike state while you zone out on nothing. He bumps your shoulder gently, stealing your attention back. "Is there something bothering you?"

Your head shakes in response, an involuntary yawn falling from your parted lips. You pull your legs up to your chest, hooking your arms around them to hold them in place, and it takes everything in Jake's power to not focus on the fact that the movement made your oversized t-shirt rise up. He clears his throat, returning his thoughts back to the conversation rather than continuing to mentally admire your effortless beauty.

"Okay," he hums, "Well, can you at least take the day off to let yourself rest? I'm sure you'd crash if you got in bed now."

"I can't," you groan, running a hand over your face in frustration. "We have a major meeting today, and I'm running it because ninety-five percent of the team can't manage to do their jobs." There's a sympathetic look sent your way which only adds to the helplessness embedding itself in your entire being. All your impending schedule brings you is an unshakable dread due to how desperately sleep deprived you already feel.

"Okay," he repeats, standing from the couch. "Well, since you can't get out of it today, what do you say we go grab breakfast at that coffee shop you like downtown? My treat. It's not sleep, but it's the best I can do unless you're willing to let me call your boss and telling him to postpone the meeting."

You blink at him, a lazy smile twitching at the edge of your lips. "You know you don't have to do that right? I'm a big girl and can caffeinate myself."

"I know, but I want to. Besides, there's no way in hell I'm letting your sleep deprived ass drive yourself around town today. The last thing this town needs is a delirious Y/n Y/l/n operating a vehicle. Now, how about you go put some pants on so you don't catch a public indecency charge?" He's shooting you his signature 'Seresin smirk' now, which you can't refuse, so you take his outstretched hand and let him help you up.

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A few days later, you're parked in that same position on the couch with your legs strewn over Jake's lap as the two of you watch the latest episode of 'The Rookie." There's been a comfortable silence in the room for awhile now, both of you fully engrossed in what's playing on the screen. Jake's fingers periodically draw circles against your clothed shins, a mindless habit of his that you've grown to love, while he makes a few side comments about Tim and Lucy's relationship Which you, being a lover of the slow burning couple, always agree with.

The episode comes to a close, leaving you both with anticipation for the shows continuation next week. Watching the Rookie became a weekly tradition when you became roommates after Jake came home from the bar one night, interrupting your peaceful binge watching. He made fun of the show at first, but forced you to restart it completely because he wanted to be completely caught up on everything it had to offer before deciphering whether or not he liked it. It took measly three episodes and he was hooked, which he denied by telling you he only watches it to bond with you. The way he lost himself in the screen, laughing and cracking jokes, was a tell-tale sign that he was hooked.

“It's late, I’m gonna head to bed,” Jake tells you after several unspoken moments, standing from his comfortable position and carefully repositioning your legs on the cushions. He stretches with a hefty yawn, running a hand over his face. You wordlessly watch him, enjoying the extra gravel to his voice that always comes when he's tired. “Want me to turn the lights off?”

“I'll get them. I think I’m going to be up awhile," you decline, straightening up to reach for the journal you left on the table before he came home.

“Still not sleeping?” He yawns again, watching as you get situated in a manner that tells him you are gearing for a long night.

You scoff, shaking your head in response to his question. One glance his way fills you in on the fact that he wants more of an explanation than that. "I've averaged maybe eight hours total this week, if you can count the baby naps my assistant lets me take during breaks. I swear I could run a marathon and still not be exhausted enough to encourage my body to rest."

“What about this? How about you let me take you to bed and we’ll try something new to help you sleep," he offers. Hope fills his green eyes momentarily before draining when you snort comically.

"Hangman, are you using my sleep deprivation as an excuse to get in my pants? I know I'm undeniably attractive, but that's a new level of low, even for Jake 'the heartbreaker' Seresin," you hadn't meant for the words to spill from your lips and regret them almost immediately. Yet, your raised eyebrows challenge him rather than showing any sign of lighthearted remorse.

“I’m going to blame your hostility on sleep deprivation instead of taking what you just said personally,” there’s a playful grin curved onto his cheeks as he peers down at the disdained expression you’re directing at him. “Now, come on grumpy, let’s get you some sleep,” You groan when he grabs your hands, shifting his weight so he can pull you off the couch. You fight against him, not wanting to let go of the comfortable position you’d fallen into. “Jesus, would you stop being a brat.” He can’t help but laugh as you continue making yourself dead weight to lessen his chances of dragging you off the couch. “Fine, two can play at this game.”

“What-JAKE,” an involuntarily squeal of surprise bubbles from your chest when he bends down, both his hands on your hips, and slings you over his shoulder effortlessly. He laughs as you smack against his back while he flicks the lights off, guiding the two of you toward your room.

“Put me down peasant,” you chant through your own fit of giggles. He simply shakes his head at your antics, carefully weaving through your bedroom before dropping you on top of your bed in a heap. Your giggles die down the longer you admire his lighthearted expression. You cough to try to keep yourself from ogling him like an idiot. It’s hard not to when he’s staring at you like you’re the creator of the jet planes he loves so much. “Couldn’t have given me a gentler landing?”

Jake rolls his eyes, feigning a scoff. “You asked me to put you down, and I put you down. Don’t go giving me a bad yelp review because you weren’t more specific, princess.” There’s a slight twinkle in his eye as the nickname flows off his tongue, smooth as silk. You mentally curse the involuntary heat rushing to your cheeks at the pet name, unable to suppress a bashful smile.

“Fair point,” you reply simply, fighting to keep yourself from spiraling at the sight of your roommate still towering over your splayed figure. He’d showered about an hour ago so his normally styled hair is laying against his forehead comfortably, the scent of his body wash ghosts your nostrils as he scratches the back of his neck, making it even harder not to swoon because he smells so good. “Are you going to tell me what your master plan to help me sleep is, or should I go ahead and preorder extra shots of espresso to keep me functioning tomorrow?”

Jake straightens up at the realization that he’d gotten sidetracked from his initial plan, a dubious grin plasters itself on his face as he moves to turn my bedroom light off, carefully making his way back to my bed in the dark.

“Jake, I hate to break it to you but simply putting me into bed isn’t going to help me sleep, if that’s all it took-what’re you doing?” Your question is left unanswered as he pulls the covers back on the side of the bed you’re not laying on, pausing to stare at you through the dark.

“I’m climbing in bed,” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, fully situating himself under the covers. You stare at him like he’s got two heads, not understanding how his master plan to get you to sleep involves him fully being in bed with you. You’ve had daydreams about curling up in bed with him, falling asleep to the even rhythm of his heart beat, but those were simply fantasies about the man you have a complicated crush on because, well, he’s your roommate. Of course, the two of you are close enough that you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder on more than one occasion but it’s never been intention and those moments definitely haven’t occurred in a bed.

“You’re in my bed,” you observe, still frozen in place on top of the covers.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m in your bed. Now, would you stop being difficult? Get your ass up here and let me do my job,” his voice is gentle but holds a certain demand that has you obliging immediately. Climbing up next to him, you allow him to lift the covers so that you can slide under them. You leave a comfortable amount of space between the two of you, though it feels awkward with the heat radiating from his body. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What? You told me to climb in with you, so I climbed in with you?” An exasperated groan sounds from his side of the bed, earning an embarrassed blush from you, completely at a loss as to what you did wrong. “It’s not my fault that you’ve managed to leave out legitimately every detail of your master plan.”

In response, Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, immediately tugging you closer to him until you’re practically laying on top of him. “Get comfortable, sweetheart,” he murmurs simply, as if him holding you in your bed is a normal occurrence that shouldn’t have a fit of butterflies going rampant in your stomach. “Stop overthinking it and get situated.” His request comes after a few beats of you remaining frozen in the awkward position he pulled you into. You lift your head to meet his eyes, looking for affirmation that you’re hearing him right. When his hand trails over your face to brush your hair from your eyes, you suck in an audible breath, the gentle touch sending shivers down your spine as he leans his head close enough to yours that his breath fans against your face. “Let me hold you tonight."

"Okay," you breathe, carefully rolling onto your stomach. You shift yourself just enough to comfortably rest your head against his chest, fully allowing yourself relax into him as the faint sound of his heartbeat greets your ears. Jake's arms find a home around your waist again, a content sigh falling from his lips at the fact that you're fully nuzzled into him.

"Comfy?" His question is hopeful as he mindlessly draws comforting circles on your back, the simple movement paired with the comfort of his arms already causing your eyes to grow heavy.

"So comfy," you yawn, melting into him further. One of your hands fist his t-shirt while his find a spot in your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

"Good," he kisses the crown of your head, secretly feeling pleased by the way you're already fighting to keep your eyes open after seeming confident that he couldn't do anything to cure your insomnia. "Get some rest, sweetheart." You don't need his permission to sleep, but his words are the final thing you remember before slipping into a sweet slumber.

Jake knows you're out by the way your body grows a little heavier. Light snores fall from your lips every so often, warming his chest at the fact that you feel safe enough to let him assist you. While tiredness scratches the back of his eyes, he can't keep himself from observing your sleeping figure, a soft smile curves onto his lips at the adorable sight. As your roommate, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's dreamed of a moment like this from the second the two of you signed the lease for this place. Neither of you had been each others first choice in the roommate department, but after so long of roommates falling through, he proposed the idea and you accepted. You were friends back then, but weren't close enough for sharing an apartment to feel normal. Yet, when the time came to move in, your lives melted together seamlessly.

Jake's hand continues weaving through your hair, the act making him feel soft while you sleep soundly on his chest. He can't help but admire your peaceful features now that all signs of stress and exhaustion are erased from your face. You've always been attractive to Jake but right now, while you're snoring softly on his chest, he swears you're the most beautiful sight he's ever laid eyes on.

It's harder for him to continue fighting his own sleep the longer the peace of the night weighs on his eyelids so he carefully shifts the two of you into a more comfortable position. He holds his breath when you stir, but releases it when your head lulls back to place on his chest.

"Sweet dreams, pretty girl," he finds himself whispering, giving you one last glance before letting his eyes flutter shut. They snap back open when you mumble incoherently in your sleep, a sigh rolling from your parted lips.

"I love you Jake," the words are slightly slurred when they roll from your tongue, but Jake hears them clear as day. His eyes widen in surprise, never having heard you utter those words. He feels humbled by the unconscious confession, his heart swelling at the thought of the words holding an unshakeable truth.

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A/n: Another Jake fic while I continue working on Fawn Volume 2! I'm hoping to have the second part of Fawn posted before the week ends, I'm just finding that I'm pressuring myself with it a little because I love the storyline in my head so much that I'm scared to mess it up :')

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 13 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You take Bradley's credit card with you to shop for honeymoon attire and decide to give him sneak previews along the way. Then, you make another video to ensure he's well entertained on his deployment.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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You were enjoying the most leisurely day, strolling around the mall completely solo. You'd sent Bradley off to play golf at seven o'clock with just a peck on the cheek, and then you'd gone back to bed until nine. Now you were sipping an iced coffee and eating a gigantic cinnamon bun, trying to psych yourself up to try on a bunch of lingerie.

There were some really beautiful things in the window display, and you definitely wanted to run up a large credit card bill for Bradley. But the fluorescent lighting in the fitting rooms always made you cringe. While you told him last night that you'd send him some photos today, you weren't so sure now. The idea of teasing him with some pictures of honeymoon lingerie where all of your imperfections were highlighted had you grimacing.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," you murmured to yourself as you tossed your trash and headed into the store.

Thirty minutes later, you had been set up in a fitting room with a plethora of things to try on. You ran your fingers along satin, lace and silk in every color of the rainbow, but especially a little heavy on the red.

"Okay. Showtime." You stripped all of your clothes off and tried not to look in the mirror as you pulled on a stretchy, red lace mini dress. "Holy shit," you muttered, finally looking in the mirror. Everything looked pretty good, even in the bad lighting. Bradley would probably love this one.

You snapped a few pictures and selected the best one, texting it to him before you could change your mind. You added the caption:

Let's play a game. Rate all of these on a scale of 1 to 10, and I'll buy some of your favorites.

As soon as you were fastening a black bra, he wrote back.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: holy shit, i almost walked into a sand trap while i was looking at that. 10/10!

You laughed and added the first item to the keeper pile. Then you snapped a few shots of the black bra that you actually loved and could pair with matching crotchless panties. When you sent a photo and asked what he thought about that, you cackled when he responded.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: 10/10! for the love of god, i need you to get that set. promise me right now.

You promised him you'd get it and added it to the keeper pile. When you sent a photo of a white bridal set complete with garters and stockings, he sent back a selfie of himself in the golf cart with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: don't make me beg. i need to be able to take that off you. 11/10.

You were having so much fun with him, but you simply replied by reminding him to reapply sunblock. And then he wrote back begging for more pictures. You tried on one set in both purple and red and asked which one he liked better.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: red. always red. but get the purple too. does it come in other colors? 12/10. you are killing me here. gotta play six more holes with my dick kinda hard.

You decided to take photos of everything else you were trying on, and send them sporadically throughout the rest of the afternoon while he and the guys were out drinking. You took the massive pile of things you and he both liked to the register, along with something special for tonight.

"Wow, you found a lot today!" said the cashier and you just laughed.

"It's mostly for my honeymoon."

"Congratulations! I guess you don't plan on leaving the hotel room with your spouse at all?" she asked with a grin.

You pressed your lips together before muttering, "That's the plan."

She snorted and told you about the boutique website where you could order personalized items as well. "Here, I'll give you a free shipping code. Your total is one thousand two hundred and twenty seven dollars."

You handed her Bradley's credit card with a satisfied smirk. If he wanted you to run up his credit card bill with this stuff, you'd add some personalized items when you got home and make it even worse.

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Bradley felt overstimulated and twitchy. You were an absolute menace, sending him photo after photo all day long. You were wearing bras that showed everything. You were wearing sheer dresses that hugged your curves. You were wearing panties that showed off your tattoo. He saved each new image as they arrived, already thinking about using them to jerk off while he was deployed in a few weeks.

"Why are you so distracted?" Jake asked as Bradley saved a photo of you wearing a red string bikini with the side tied above your tattoo. "Oh, Angel's sending you porn."

Bradley hid his phone screen and glared. "It's not porn," Bradley said, glancing at the photo again. The top was barely covering your nipples. He licked his lips and said, "It's just a bathing suit."

"That looked like less than a bathing suit," Jake replied, switching out his five iron.

"Stop looking at it!" Bradley grunted.

"Stop looking at what?" Payback asked, adjusting his gloves.

Jake nodded toward Bradley's phone. "His girl sent him dirty photos."

"Lucky," echoed Fanboy, Coyote and Payback in perfect unison.

"They are not dirty photos. She's out shopping," he said, not sure what he was trying to defend here. You were about to become his wife. You loved each other. Nothing was actually inappropriate. "You know what, yeah. She's sending me dirty photos." All the guys put their fists out for a fist bump, except for Bob who was blushing and rummaging around in his golf bag looking for his putter.

"Come on, Bob," Payback called. "This is fist bump worthy!"

Bob just shook his head. "Don't you guys remember when she yelled at us for being crude? She literally lined us up in their living room and ripped us apart. I'm showing nothing but respect."

"Oh shit, I remember," Coyote said. "It's why we're all jealous of Rooster. She's protective."

Bradley just grinned and passed out some cans of beer for them to all drink during the end of their round of golf.

"Eighteenth hole," he announced, tucking his phone away. "Then bar hopping."

The guys all cheered and headed toward the tee.

And this was precisely why Bradley had always preferred to hang around with Nat. Because even when he was just hooking up with women, back before he met you, he never liked the banter and always tried to keep things like this private.

Bradley played the last hole terribly as you sent him another photo of you wearing a few scraps of black fabric with garters while he was trying to putt. You were so pretty, bright eyes looking at the camera as if you were really looking at him. He wanted to skip out on the afternoon of drinking, but he knew the guys would never let him live it down.

So he told you he would be home after they went to the steakhouse for dinner, and you told him not to rush. Apparently you had some online shopping to do.

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You were going way overboard now with Bradley's credit card, but you couldn't help yourself. This website had the most adorable satin underwear that you could personalize with anything you wanted. You were up to five pairs in your shopping cart and counting. Your favorite ones were going to be embroidered with Daddy's Baby Girl. You even decided to get a blue thong with Mrs. Bradshaw across the front to go under your wedding dress, even though you weren't sure about changing your name yet.

You yawned and figured you should probably do something with your day besides shop for expensive underwear. So you took Tramp for a walk to the bay, emailed your wedding photographer, did some meal prepping, and made yourself a grilled cheese sandwich doused in hot sauce for dinner. Then you carefully hand washed some of your new lingerie and set aside the items you were going to wear tonight.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: i'll be home soon, baby girl. jake's dropping me off

You quickly got changed into the pastel pink bustier and matching thong and pulled your jeans back on. With a grin, you decided the bustier could pass for a top and just left your outfit at that. Tramp started barking as Jake pulled into the driveway, and a moment later, Jake was following Bradley inside.

"I told you to reapply sunblock!" you said immediately, taking in both sunburned men. "You guys look like lobsters."

Bradley wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your neck. "It's just a little pink," he insisted, running his fingers along your top and smiling. "You look pretty."

"And you look sweaty and smell like cheap beer."

"You love cheap beer," Bradley insisted, making you laugh.

"How much did you drink?"

He nodded his head and sighed. "Plenty. But I'm fine, Sweetheart."

Jake walked past and messed up your hair on his way to the kitchen. "I'm just getting some water and then I'm leaving," he insisted. "I can tell the Bradshaws need some time alone."

"Never stopped you from hanging around and being annoying before," Bradley told him as he looked down at your chest with interest. "Did you buy this today?" he asked softly. "You must have. I know your inventory by heart."

You nodded. "Do you like it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Feel like making another video?"

"Hell yes."

"Go get in the shower, Roo."

You watched him dash into your bedroom just as Jake walked back out of the kitchen with a water bottle. "I'm not gonna stay, Angel," Jake drawled, taking a sip of water. "Just wanted to say you looked real nice in that red bikini," he said, ducking out of the way of your hand aiming to smack him.

"How did you see it?" you asked, pushing him toward the front door while he howled with laughter.

"He had his phone out all day, mooning over the smut you were sending him! It was right there on the screen!"

"Go away. Goodbye. Thanks for driving Bradley home. See you on Monday," you said, pecking him on the cheek before shoving him out the door.

By the time you got to your bedroom, Bradley was walking out of the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was sunburned and tipsy and so endearingly adorable, you started giggling.

"My phone battery is almost dead, Baby Girl. Please tell me yours is good to go," he said, leaning against the doorframe, looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"Yep, My phone is good to go. Are you good to go, Roo? I can't tell if your cheeks are rosy from the sunburn or the drinks," you said, teasing his abs with your fingers.

"I'm always good to go for you," he promised, and you knew it was the truth.

You unwrapped the yellow towel from his waist and licked your lips at the sight of him half hard. "Go get in bed," you whispered, and he was on his way. He watched you shimmy out of your jeans and grab your phone. You crawled up the bed next to him and whispered, "You want me to be your bratty little slut again tonight? Or are you going to be my Daddy?"

He pulled you close and kissed you. "I get to choose?"

"Yeah," you told him with a wink. "A special treat to take on your deployment."

He was rubbing his hands along your bustier and down over your butt. "Well, I already have a video with my bratty little slut," he said, and you watched his cock jump against his thigh. "Daddy wants to play tonight. You look like a little princess in this color."

You moaned against his mouth. "Sounds good to me," you said, fiddling with your phone and letting him hold it as he started recording you. You watched Bradley grin as he pushed your underwear aside a bit to record you shaking your hips with your tattoo exposed. "Did you just call me a princess?"

"Yeah," he grunted as you wrapped your hand around his length. "Daddy's little princess, all pretty in pink."

For a moment you marveled over the fact that you had an easier time slipping into the role of a bratty little slut. But after a moment of wiggling yourself along his body, you thought you had the hang of Daddy's princess.

"Daddy, I had such a long day," you said, a whine tingeing the edges of your voice as you straddled his lap and ran your fingers along your lace and satin covered torso. "I am exhausted from spending your money."

Bradley groaned softly, setting goosebumps loose across your skin. "Tell me what you bought, Princess," Bradley instructed, grinding his cock against the front of your panties. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip, parting them and coaxing you to lick the tip. "And then tell Daddy he's allowed to do whatever he wants with you."

You sucked on his thumb. Bradley was the hottest thing in the world. As you listed off some of the things you bought with his credit card, Bradley gently wrapped one hand around the front of your neck and then pulled the pink fabric of your underwear to the side, letting his cock glide through your wetness. You only briefly recognized that he had propped your phone up to record everything before you got lost in him completely.

"And how much of my money did you spend, Princess?" he asked, his raspy voice making you even wetter as he licked his lips.

"Two thousand dollars," you gasped as his big hand slipped lower on your neck and trailed over the tops of your breasts.

He tsked with his tongue and shook his head. "That's not enough."

"I was supposed to spend more?" you asked, your voice breaking as Bradley slipped his cock inside you. He yanked you closer with his fingers on the back of your neck, and you gasped as he started kissing you.

"You were supposed to spend all of it. Why does Daddy even work, other than to pamper you, Baby Girl?" You squeezed around his cock just at the mere implication of his words.

"Are you going to take care of me forever?" you asked softly against his lips as you rode him slowly. He responded by swiping his tongue deep into your mouth and making you moan.

"As long as you take care of Daddy."

You were whimpering now as your clit was grinding against him with each movement.

"You can have anything you want," you promised him. And you felt it before you saw it. Bradley ripped the crotch of your pretty, new underwear to get full access to your pussy. He was suddenly fucking up into you hard, the veins in his neck and forehead prominent against his slightly sunburned skin.

"Oh my god!" you hissed, surprised by what he had done.

But no sooner had you recovered before he was smacking your thighs gently and saying, "Up. Turn around and get on all fours."

You did as you were told, watching his wet length slide out of you, wishing you were allowed to lick him. But that's not what Daddy wanted.

When you were on your hands and knees in front of him, he pushed your face down against the bedding before kissing and licking all along your wet slit and rear end from behind.

"You didn't listen, Princess," he said before lapping his tongue against you. "Gotta spank you."

He landed one hard slap on your butt before you could even respond. "Daddy," you whined as he spanked you again and again. You felt feverish with need while he spanked you and scolded you for not spending enough money on honeymoon attire. You were clenching around nothing as he told you to go back to the store and replace the underwear that was now just a piece of elastic around your waist.

He spanked you harder as he said, "If you're my Princess, you can have anything you want."

"I want you to fuck me!" you almost screamed as his hand landed on you again. But you knew he wasn't going to do that yet. Rather he lightly spanked your pussy from behind, his fingers hitting your wet clit as you whined.

Then he shoved two long fingers deep inside you without warning and leaned up to press his lips to your neck right below your ear. You almost cried when he whispered, "What's my name?"

"Daddy!" Your broken yell filled the room. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"

His cock replaced his fingers immediately, and he fucked you hard, your cheek pressing into the bed. But the spanking only paused momentarily. He grabbed you around your waist with his left hand, getting a handful of you just below your bustier while he landed a stinging slap on your already overworked skin. All while slamming into you.

"You didn't do what Daddy wanted."

"Please." You were almost crying, and you wanted to cum so badly. "I'll do whatever you want."

"You go back to the store and spend more money. I want you wearing something new for me each day on our honeymoon. No exceptions."

You tried your best to verbally agree with him, and soon he wrapped his fingers around to tease your clit instead of spank you. With just a few swipes of his talented fingers, you came hard, a few of your tears trailing along your nose to the bedding.

The familiar sound of Bradley cumming inside your pussy had you smiling at last as he filled you up. He wrapped both arms around you and yanked you up flush against his chest. "You really are Daddy's little Princess, Baby GIrl."

You moaned softly as he kissed along your bare shoulder. "Occasionally I'm your bratty little slut."

"I love you," he promised, and he let you lay against him as he eased back against the pillows, his cock still buried inside you.

"My ass is throbbing, Roo," you whispered with a soft laugh as he ran his mustache along your neck.

"But you did so good. I'll get you in the bath in a minute, Sweetheart."

You just relaxed back into his embrace while he touched and kissed you. "I hope you enjoy that video while you're deployed." You kissed along his tattoo and ran the tip of your nose across the pretty script writing.

"I can guarantee I will," he promised, finally reaching for your phone to end the video.

You turned and smiled at him when he said, "And now I have several minutes of us cuddling together to watch as well. I might watch that part the most."

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Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the tub while he got the water ready for you. He wasn't kidding; he'd always do his best to take care of you and give you anything you wanted. Because you tried to take care of him, too. And you were really all he wanted.

"Climb in, Sweetheart," he whispered, and he watched you unfasten what was left of that sinfully hot lingerie and sink into the water. "I'm sorry I ripped your underwear."

You started laughing as you turned to look at him. "You're not sorry!"

He grimaced. "I'm a little bit sorry. Buy a new one. You still have my credit card." He knelt on the floor next to the tub and helped you get settled.

"I'll buy a new one next week when I go back to the store to ensure I have something new to wear for all ten days of our honeymoon. Daddy told me I had to."

Bradley actually felt himself blushing. He liked it when you called him that even when it wasn't exactly part of foreplay or bedroom activities. You were making him feel so substantial in your life.

"Roo, next weekend is Halloween," you whispered as he sat on the floor and watched you wash your arms while Tramp curled up in his lap. "Gotta start planning our party."

"We're really having it? I thought maybe you brought that up just to distract Cam and Maria from the wedding conversation?" he absentmindedly stroked Tramp's ears, completely mesmerized by you.

"We're really having it. And I know just what our costumes can be," you said with a playful look in your eye.

"Tell me," he whispered, leaning toward you and kissing your nose.

"Well... I think you can get away with wearing part of your dress blues for your costume..."

He smiled. "Okay, sounds good so far. I love it when you take my uniforms off of me. But what's your costume?"

You just chuckled and said, "Oh, you'll like it. And it comes with three wishes for me to grant for you."

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The Starry Night

summary - You’re not enough for him because of something you can’t even control. And if he truly felt that way, you wish he would have never started anything with you in the first place.

“Fuck you, Bradley.” You seethe, turning to the bedroom with a finality. Your hand wraps around the door knob before you stop yourself. “You know, for a guy who hates making mistakes he has to apologize for, you’re really fucking good at it.”

Bradley’s always been good at saying things he doesn’t mean, and maybe this one he can’t take back.

warnings - age gap relationship (Bradley is 38, reader is 25), language, angst, references to mental illness, listen the lock thing is a bit of a stretch but plot > realism

word count - 3.5k

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CAROLINE || Rooster [three]

summary: When Bradley Bradshaw lost his wife, Audrey, when their daughter was only one, he thought that he could never find love again, as his heart belonged to Audrey. Fast-forward to four years later, and Caroline's first day of kindergarten has approached, and it's nothing but heartache as she cries for Bradley not to leave her. When you, Caroline's teacher, the bright and bubbly Ms. Y/n with a streak to make children adore you win over Caroline in the classroom, Bradley can't help but find himself growing closer to you, especially when it's discovered that Caroline needs extra help outside of the classroom, thus pushing you and Bradley to spend more time together. Bradley isn't sure whether he's ready to give himself over to another woman that isn't Audrey, but every time he sees Caroline light up around you, he can't help but think the universe is trying to tell him something.

pairing: Single Dad! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female!Teacher!Reader

a/n: i just want to preface this by saying considering my large work/school schedule, my chapters will be shorter, but i hope you still enjoy 💗.

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Based on the positive reaction of Caroline yesterday afternoon as Rooster bid farewell to you, his angel in disguise, Bradley was awfully fond of the idea that he would get to see you the very next morning.

Maverick came over as per usual, deciding he would guide Caroline through the doors of the school until she felt strong enough to battle on her own. Bradley was in the midst of putting the red butterfly clip into Caroline’s hair. She couldn’t wait to show Papa Maverick her newest artifact, that neon-colored paper airplane that you constructed for her yesterday.

“Care? Where’s my favorite girl?!” Maverick’s voice greets from the entryway of the house. Caroline, already thrumming with excitement, squeals in a 5-year-old fashion.

“PAPA MAVWICK!” Caroline’s loud voice exclaims as Bradley releases the bubbling little girl. With her neon pink paper airplane, Caroline rushes with white-sandaled feet, and brown hair whipping with each quick movement. Bradley hoped the butterfly clip didn’t disengage from his little girl’s hair.

Maverick’s eyes glimmer as he drops to Caroline’s level, prepared to scoop the little girl into his arms. He attacks her neck with kisses, giggles erupting in the entryway of Bradley’s small home by the beach.

“What do you have here?” Maverick asks Caroline who is more than eager to tell him.

“Ms. Y/n made it for me,” She says, holding the airplane in her grasp. “I need you to write on it,” She points to the corner where Bradley’s name was; ROOSTER written in big lettering.

“Let’s get a pen then, okay?” Maverick asks her as he whisks her into the kitchen. He pulls open the drawer and retrieves a pen before setting Caroline on the counter. He bends over the paper with a look of pure enjoyment lacing his features.

“Where’s Penny?” Bradley asks as he walks into the kitchen after grabbing his sunglasses.

“She had to help Amelia with something – some kind of project,” Maverick sighs. “But GiGi said to tell you she loves her favorite girl and hopes you have a great day, Care.” He looks into the little girl’s big golden eyes before pressing a loud kiss to Caroline’s cheek who giggles in amusement.

Maverick signs his own call sign to the paper. “How about this, Care? Get your daddy to take this to work with him and maybe uncle Jake can sign it too.”

Caroline gasps, turning her eyes up to her father. “Can you, Daddy? Pleeasseeeeee?” She pokes her bottom lip forward.

Bradley smiles and nods his head, taking the paper airplane from Caroline’s grasp, safely disposing of it in his bag for work. “I promise,” He assures her. “Now, go get your bag, okay? We’ve gotta leave soon.” He runs his hand over her shoulders, and suddenly he sees the faltering of her happy-filled smile. Her dark curls create a curtain around her face, sweet eyes downturned and rested on her sandals.

“Hey, what is it?” Bradley asks her quietly.

In the 5-year-old’s mind, her father was once again deserting her, leaving her alone at school. And as she basked in the fun that was her Papa and Daddy, Caroline Bradshaw realized quickly she would have to say goodbye to them both once again.

“D-Do I have to go?” Caroline suddenly cowers in on herself.

Maverick slowly looked at Bradley who was already gnawing nervously on his bottom lip.

“I thought you had fun with Ms. Y/n yesterday?” Maverick quietly jests.

Caroline’s bottom lip pushes forward, and it’s the heartbreak in her eyes that has him in her clutches. He hates seeing Caroline even a smidge upset. All he wanted was to protect his baby and make her feel as if she were safe at all times. She was going to struggle with separation, but Bradley knew that before he even registered her.

“I did,” Caroline sniffles. “But I don’t want you both to leave me,” She looks warily between Maverick and Rooster.

Bradley inhales sharply. “Care, you did amazing yesterday. Daddy and Papa are so proud of you.” He walks over and takes his baby into his arms. “You’ve got to go to school. You’re going to learn so much and make so many friends. I promise, sweetheart, as soon as the bell rings – I’ll be there to get you.”

Caroline looks up at him expectantly. “Promise?” She whispers.

Bradley nods his head. “I pinky promise, my love.” He laces his pinky around Caroline’s significantly smaller one. He brings her forward and kisses her head, realizing that he saved himself from the scene of crocodile tears for a short period of time.

As Caroline scrambled into the back room to retrieve her bag that was already packed. Bradley leaned forward with his hands stretched across the counter. Maverick patted the pilot’s back with a soft smile.

“You’re doing great, Bradley.” Maverick insists. “It’ll get easier.”

Bradley sighed loudly. “Will it, Mav?” He looks at him, depending on some fatherly advice. “Because I don’t think my heart should ache every morning.” He chuckles afterward.

Maverick shakes his head. “She’s only five – you need to remember that. All she’s ever known is you, me, Penny, and a handful of others. We’re her safe space. But she’ll learn to come out of it.”

Bradley furrows his brows. “Geez, maybe instead of getting yourself chewed out by admirals, you should write a parenting book.” He scoffs.

Maverick glowers, popping Rooster across the back of the head, earning them both to laugh. As Caroline comes back into the room, Rooster grabs his keys to the Bronco. The three of them are soon on their way to the school with Maverick trailing behind on his bike, Caroline every now and then twisting around to make sure her Papa was still following them and keeping true to his promises.

“Do you like Ms. Y/n?” Bradley decides to ask, the trailing thought of you fogging his mind. He still couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. To Rooster, you appeared as an angel walking the earth.

“Yes sir,” Caroline responds with a sweet voice. “She’s very nice.”

Bradley smiles, deciding not to ask her anything else until her next comment made him quickly look back at her.

“She’s pretty,” Caroline announces.

Rooster slowly draws in a breath. He hadn’t heard Caroline say that about another woman except for when she looked at old pictures of Audrey. She would run her fingers over a certain picture and say, “Pretty”, which would normally always shatter Bradley’s heart.

“She is, isn’t she?” Bradley whispers, clutching the steering wheel.

As he turned into the school parking lot, he wondered if he could withhold himself from asking you out. Maybe to grab a coffee, maybe to take a walk one day, he wasn’t sure what he would ask you to do, but he knew as he saw you standing outside of the school as a pool of your students gathered around, his heart was beating ten times faster.

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thescarletknight2014 · 3 years ago

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Sippin' On Fire || Rooster [4]

✧ summary: You and Rooster Bradshaw had always been friends. With a tainted history, the two of you discovered yourselves entangled in a 'friends with benefits' situation a year ago. The problem? You hadn't seen Bradley in 6 months until he shows up in San Diego for Top Gun. As the daughter of Pete Mitchell, you don't want your father to find out about you and Rooster... But how long can you and Bradley play this game before feelings get in the way?

✧ warnings: will feature smut and angst

✧ pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Mitchell!Reader

✧ based on Sippin' On Fire by Florida Georgia Line

✧ Sippin' On Fire masterlist || Rooster masterlist

**a/n: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK**

When the doors spilled open and you saw the swarm of other military pilots scattered around the bar, your eyes widened.

“What is going on?” You breathe under your breath.

“Bradshaw!” You hear Phoenix echo from her spot with the group, a smile on her face. But as your eyes shifted around the area of the room, you saw the familiar back. Had he not been wearing his jacket, you would’ve spotted him anyway.

Your dad.

Maverick.

“You coming?” Bradley asks as he turns his head, just as Maverick turns his at the mention of Bradley’s last name.

“Go on ahead, I need to use the restroom.” You pat his shoulder and clear your throat. Rooster raises a suspicious eyebrow, but carries on, watching as you scramble to the back of the bar where the restrooms were conveniently located for you to hide.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You whisper under your breath, hands folding through your hair as sweat began to form on your brow.

How could you possibly go out there knowing that your father of all people was sitting at the bar? You heard the sound of a bell ringing, pilots alike, and bar attendees whistling. Someone must have disrespected a lady, the navy, or put their phone on the counter. Little did you know, your dad was the reason behind it.

While you struggled to think of a solution out of this, the small talk was being made by the pool table.

“This is how I find out your stateside?” Phoenix questions Rooster who greets her with a warm smile.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d surprise you.” He grins as Phoenix gears up with her pool stick. With a bump into Rooster’s abdomen that sends him grunting, and leaning over, Phoenix turns around with a slick smile lacing her features.

“I guess I surprised you back.” She smirks.

Rooster glances up at her before touching her shoulder.

“It’s good to see you,”

“Good to see you too,” Phoenix smiles and watches as he circles around.

“Who was that girl you came in with?” Coyote chuckles.

Rooster looks around, suddenly remembering that you skipped off to the bathroom in quite a hurried fashion.

“Just a friend,” Rooster responds. The banter goes back and forth between Hangman and Rooster as they impose who the better pilot was, and who was going to make team leader, meanwhile Maverick was pulling out his credit card.

“How about ringing me up before the evening rush?” Maverick looks at Penny who flashes him a darling smirk, one that made his heart race so many years ago and still did.

But as Maverick scans the room, he notices the flicker of someone that he couldn’t miss. Coming out of the bathroom, even with your head hung low, your father knew you.

“Y/n?” He calls out to you. You hear his voice even over the crowd and the sudden cut to the jukebox music. As your head lifts, Penny arrives with Maverick’s credit card in hand.

“It’s been declined,” She informs him.

Maverick casts his eyes between you and Penny, his mouth entertaining the emotion of shock. “You’re kidding.”

Penny shakes her head as Maverick reaches into his pocket. “How about–”

Penny hands him the receipt. “That won’t cover it.”

You’re pushing your way through the sea of shoulders and finally approaching the bar.

“Y/n!” Penny smiles. “How are you?”

You quickly look at her. “Oh, I’m great, Penny… How are you?” You bite your lip nervously.

“What are you doing here?” Maverick eases his head over at you.

“Paying your tab,” You pull out your credit card and pass it over to Penny who winks at you smoothly before going to charge it.

“You didn’t have to do that–”

“Dad, what do you say, we get out of here?” You bite your lip. “Maybe go to our old stomping grounds?”

“The pier?” Maverick asks.

“Yeah, something like that,” You whisper as Penny returns.

“Consider your tab officially closed,” Penny winks at Maverick before picking up his empty glass. “Let’s catch up sometime, yeah?” She points at you.

“Of course!” You smile in return. You always liked Penny. As Maverick stands up, you’re almost getting him to the door when the sound of the piano ignites throughout the area. Bradley looks around with sunglasses covering his eyes, wondering where you had run off to. But as Maverick and you escaped the premises of the exciting bar just before he cracked out Great Balls of Fire, he saw you leaving with someone else, and from the looks of the male’s backside, he thought, “This is too good to be true”.

But when your and Maverick’s footsteps made contact with the rich sand below, Maverick heard the familiar tune, and you saw the immediate recognition lace your father’s features. There was a look of immense hurt, a deep ache that he hadn’t filled. A hole was present in his heart, and to watch him gaze so longingly through the window, you knew the persistent flashback of Goose’s death racked his brain.

“Dad,” You call him, hand on his shoulder. As you tried to speak to him, Maverick was reliving that hellish nightmare of the day he lost his best friend, and he still felt ultimately responsible for Bradley not having a father.

“Dad, come on,” You grab his hand this time, and Penny catches the sight of Maverick whose head was down, green eyes fixed on the image of Bradley sitting behind the piano, truly making Goose appear as though he returned from the dead. Maverick finally allows you to pull him toward the walkway leading down to the beach, his silence echoing.

The walk was silent. “Dad, you’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

Maverick stops in his tracks just as you two made it onto the beach.

“Are you and Bradley hanging out?” He asked you seriously.

You looked at him for a moment, registering his words.

“Dad–”

“Just answer the question. Please.” Maverick responds. “Tomorrow morning, I stand face-to-face with him as his instructor. I just want to know from you, my daughter.”

Your father’s words appeared to be laced with hurt as they crossed your ears.

With a defeated sigh, you nod your head.

“We’ve been talking,” You inform him.

Maverick bites into his lip. “Did you tell him I was here?”

“No,” You answer truthfully. “Dad, I know the past you two have and… I wasn’t going to make him hate you more than he already does.”

Maverick could feel his chest tighten at your words. Sighing, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a tight embrace. “You’re a good kid, Y/n.” He closes his eyes. “But Bradley’s going to know sooner or later. I don’t want him to resent you, too.”

You were not about to entertain your father with the dirty details of your and Bradley Bradshaw’s friendship.

“I care about you both. A lot.” You return his gaze. It was true, you wanted nothing but the best for both men, but you knew at some point, Rooster needed to set aside his hatred for Maverick and stand up with him. You knew the real reason why Maverick’s relationship was tainted with Rooster – the day his papers were pulled, Rooster knew exactly who had done it.

But Rooster didn’t know that Carole was the reason behind it all.

Which meant Maverick was not going to be truthful about it because he didn’t want Bradley to resent her too in her death.

“I’m going to be here for at least three weeks,” Maverick informs you.

“Well, hopefully, we can catch up. I’ll even make dinner some nights.” You tell him with a soft smile. Maverick chuckles and continues to walk with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You just didn’t realize just how difficult the next three weeks of your life were about to become.

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The Hope of the Mikaelsons family Part three

Warning: Talking about transfusion of red blood cells and more don't read if you're not comfortable

"Guys Klaus is not answering his phone." Caroline tells her friends

"See I told you to not trust Klaus with your sister." Elena said

"You did what?" Damon asked mad

"Caroline trusted Klaus with her Y/N." Bonnie tells Damon

"Caroline, are you serious? you know how dangerous that family is. I can't believe you trust him with your sister." Stefan shakes his head at Caroline

"Guys don't get mad I know he wouldn't hurt my sister. " Caroline tries to tell them without them getting mad at her

"How can you be sure about that?" Jeremy asked

"Stop being so judgmental about Klaus and his family, you all know he changed for the sake of his daughter." Caroline yelled

Scooby Gang looked at Caroline with a guilty looked

"You're right, we need to stop being so judgemental about them, we're just not used to them being nice and everything. " Enzo says as everyone nods

"You know what invite them to Y/n's sixth birthday party." Bonnie tells Caroline with everyone agreeing with her

"But will your mom let you invite them?" Tyler asked

"Don't worry, she will be out of town so there will not be any problems."

"What if she hires someone to watch your sister and you?" Matt asked

"What's why we have Damon and Stefan to compel them."

"Hey"!

Caroline smiles as everyone laughs, but stopped when there was a knock

Caroline stood up from the couch "it might be them." She opened the door to see Klaus and you "Why didn't you answer my calls." Caroline asked worry

"Sorry Caroline, we were watching a movie and we ended up sleeping. My siblings didn't wake us up because they also fell asleep."

"Your siblings are here?"

"Yes and so is Hayley. They came today."

"That's nice by the way, your family and you are invited to Y/n's birthday party on Friday."

"It's in two days thank you, but are you sure your mother and friends are going to be happy with us being there?"

"Don't worry my mother is leaving town today and my friends are okay about it."

"Alright, I'll let my family know."

"Y/n sweetheart, tell thank you to klaus."

"Thank you klausy." You smiled

Klaus smiled back, "no problem love."

Caroline smiled, whispering "thank you."

Klaus nods with a smile and left the Forbes's house

"Wow, your right Caroline Klaus does treat Y/N nicely he treats her like his own daughter." Elena says

"Yes, I know and it breaks my heart seeing that."

"I honestly don't want to go through what Klaus and his family are going through right now." Bonnie says

"They might've done bad things, but they don't deserve it." Sefen said sadly

"You all want to know something?" Caroline asked and everyone nodded. "Klaus told me that my sister reminds him of his daughter because she has the same name and age."

Damon nods "We knew that."

"How?" Caroline asked, confused

Matt looked at Caroline confused "Everyone knows the Famous tribrid Y/N Mikaelson."

"But everyone calls her the hope of the Mikaelsons family because she's the reason the Mikaelsons stopped picking fights and that they found peace because of her." Tyler adds

"The Mikaelsons can't be here in town,not on the day that I need to leave, but it's ok, I hired someone to watch them." Sheriff Forbes tells Sheriff Rodriguez

"I bet it sucks, needing to leave today when in two days it's your daughter's birthday."

"It does, but I pay for everything for her party. She has Caroline and her friends. " Sheriff Forbes smiles sadly "for now we need to give good expectations to Alexander so he knows what to do in case the Mikaelsons or anyone tries to harm my daughters."

"Good we should get going, we wouldn't want the plane to leave without us." Sheriff Rodriguez says

"What? Caroline invited us to Y/n's Birthday party? " Rebekah asked, shocked

"and her friends are okay about it?"

"Yes, it's weird that they're okay about it."

"We're going to her birthday party right?" Hayley asked

"Of course we wouldn't miss it for anything." Klaus answers

"I'm happy to have you as my sister Y/N I don't know what I'll do if something were to happen to you I'll even risk my life to save you."

You hugged Caroline "I love you so much big sister."

Caroline hugged you back. I love you so much too, little sister."

"Wake up sweetie." Caroline tells you

"No Care, I want to sleep for a little bit longer." You tell your sister sleepy

"I know sweetie, but I need to get you ready for your birthday party. Everyone is coming in one hour."

"Fine care, I'll get up. " You got up from your bed tiredly

"Happy birthday little one." Damon and Stefan smiled

"You keep getting old Y/n." Enzo tease

"I'm not getting old like you enzo. " You sass making everyone laugh

"You broke my heart, little one." Enzo pretended to cry

"Thank you for inviting us." Klaus smiles a little bit

Alexander walked up to Caroline "Excuse me miss Forbes but your mom told me to tell you that you can't have the Mikaelsons here."

Damon smiles and compels Alexander "you're going to mind your own Damn business when Sheriff Forbes comes back you're going to tell her nothing got it."

Alexander nodded and left as Klaus gave a confused look to his siblings "since when did your sister and you have a bodyguard?" Rebekah asked

Caroline smiles "since my mom has been leaving to help in another state."

"Wow, it might be hard not having your mother at all times. " Marcel says

"It can be but I have Y/n and she has me." Caroline tells Marcel

You grabbed Klaus hand "Klausy let's go paint."

Elena laughs "not even on your birthday you'll stop painting."

"Bye guys if you need us, we're going to be painting." Klaus tells everyone as they all smiled

"Hayley, we want to help find your daughter." Bonnie tells her

Hayley let out tears, "You guys want us to help?"

Elena nodded "Yes, we do only if you guys let us help if not we understand."

"Of course, but why do you all want to help us? If we have done bad things to all of you before. " Kol asked

"We know, but you guys don't deserve to go through what all of you are going through right now."

"Why don't we forget everything that happened and start fresh." Kol suggests

Everyone was about to agree, but stopped when they heard Klaus scream for help they all ran to where Klaus and you were

Caroline saw you unconscious in Klaus's arms, she was about to fall down but she was caught by Damon

"Klaus what happened to my sister?"

"Everything happened too fast."

"What are we waiting for? Let's take her to the Hospital."

When the hospital's doors opened immediately doctors and nurses started to work on you and to put you in a room, Caroline was about to follow, but she was stopped by a nurse "Sorry mama, but your friends and you have to stay here we need room to work."

"But she's my sister, she needs me." Caroline glared

"I understand, but we need the room to work." The nurse said before going into the room

Caroline was pulled into a hug by Bonnie. "Caroline don't worry she's going to be ok trust me."

"Brother what happened?, why was Y/n unconscious in your arms?" Elijah asked worried

"Not right now brother at the moment Caroline needs us." Rebekah says

Caroline stood up quickly when the doctor came out with a worried look "Doctor What happened to my sister?"

The doctor doesn't respond as he gives everyone a worried stare

"Doctor, answer what happened to Y/N"?

"Y/N has Anemia. She immediately needs a transfusion of red blood cells."

"Could I donate?" Caroline asked

"Of course, but I'll need two more people to donate In case you're not eligible to donate."

"I'll do it." Klaus agrees

"I'll do it too." Elena agrees too

Caroline give a thank you smile to klaus and Elena

"Alright then follow me so we can get started." The doctor smiled

"Hopefully one of them is eligible to donate." Bonnie tells Enzo

"Bonnie,don't worry Caroline will be eligible if not we have Elena or Klaus." Enzo pulls Bonnie into a deep hug

"I feel bad for Caroline. I don't know why bad things have to happen to innocent kids." Rebekah tells Elijah

"Right poor Y/n I feel so bad for her I wish we could go see her." Elijah said

"Davina, is something wrong?" Marcel asked through the phone

"Marcel I might've done a little research on Hayley and Klaus's daughter I might've found out where she has been this whole time

"What?"

"Sorry Miss Forbes but you're not eligible to donate."

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Memories- Stefan Salvatore x Reader

“ I can’t be your friend, can’t be your lover, can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love”

Or In which reader used to date Stefan and can’t believe he moved on.

Stefan Salvatore was the biggest mistake of your life. He was like a drug, a drug that you couldn’t get enough off, and when it ended, left you with a shattered heart. He was your soulmate, your best friend and your home. You’ve known each other since birth, you knew all his stories by heart and he knew yours. But soulmates aren’t always lovers. You knew that. But every time he talked about her, you felt like your heart was about to explode. Her, Elena Gilbert. She was kind, beautiful and he loved her with every fiber in his body. Stefan loved Elena, and you loved Stefan. When you were both young, human, and he was in love with Katherine, you used to think time wasn’t in your favor and that sooner or later he would see her true colors. But with Elena was different. She wasn’t a lying, manipulative, self centered vampire who used him and his brother. She loved him, perhaps just as much as he loved her. Just as much as you loved him. Stefan loved you once, before Katherine, Elena and vampirism. Long ago, when he was your Stefan. The same Stefan that used to bring you flowers and help you sneak out to watch the stars. The same Stefan that called you his, that promised that you both would get married and leave that town. The same Stefan that died because of Katherine Pierce, even before vampirism. You believed that he didn’t love you anymore because of the compulsion. When he died and became a vampire, he turned you. But he wasn’t the same, and his feelings for you died with his humanity. You were by his side. Pulling him from the edge, holding him when the guilt became too much, helping him feed. You were there. But it wasn’t enough. He liked you, sure, but he loved Katherine. And now he loves Elena. You are still by his side. After all this time, you still can’t leave him, hoping that he would realize his mistake and come back to you. You couldn’t fall in love with anyone, couldn’t move on but couldn’t leave him. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to hate him for breaking your heart, for requesting that you stayed by his side. But you couldn’t. That’s what love does to people. It consumes them. But love isn’t fair. And every time you looked at Stefan, you think of what you could have been, what you should have been, what you would have been if you were still human. And it hurt, so you decided to hate Elena instead.

“Hating Elena won’t make it better, you know?” Damon. Perhaps the only person in the world that understood that feeling more than you. He stood by your side, while you watched the two dance, offering you a drink. “ How do you do it? Pretend that it doesn’t bother you?” You asked, accepting the drink and looking at him. You knew how he felt, and you could tell that it hurt him as much as it hurt you. “You’ll get used to it” He sighted. And you two stood there, watching the love of your life’s fall in love with each other. “ It must be hard.” He said, you stared at him once again. He continued “ being friendzoned and all. You have to pretend to like him the way he likes you. When you pretend to hate, people don’t care about how you feel, so it’s way easier.” You sigh. Looking at Damon’s blue eyes, all you could see was sadness. He pretended not to care so it hurt less. But it doesn’t. You knew that feeling all too well. Stefan had his arms wrapped around Elena while he spinned her around the ball room. He was smiling in a way that you couldn’t make him. He was happy and you couldn’t let your sadness ruin it for him. They both laugh about a comment Elena made. You wished you couldn’t hear it. You also wished you couldn’t hear Damon’s sad sigh. Stefan’s hand moved to Elenas waist, you felt like you couldn’t breathe any more. Your heart broke once more. They were looking at each other with such love that it hurt. You almost forgot about the man that was by your side. If you felt bad Damon must have felt a million times worst. He lost the girl of his dreams to his brother, the person who made him the most insecure, for the second time.

You reached for his hand and surprisingly, he gave it to you. You squeezed his hand tightly, in a comforting manner, telling him that you understood. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close trying to comfort you as well. In a way, his presence was already making everything better. And you stood there, comforting each other.

“Y’know, Stefan is really stupid. He never should have let you slip away.” He whispered in your ear, making you grin.

“Mhm, he is really stupid” Damon continued. “ He is so stupid that he is dancing with the wrong girl. Can you believe that? If a person that awesome was in love with me I could never let them go. “

“ Elena is really stupid too.” You said, making him smirk.

““They are both a really stupid couple” you concluded. Damon, whose hand was still round your shoulder, grabbed your arm and spinned you around.

““Well, this is still a party and I’m really drunk so let’s dance until we can’t remember why we were sad”

““We were sad? I thought we didn’t care about them!” You joked, and Damon rolled his eyes trying to hide his smirk

You smiled, and let him spin you around. Stefan was still the man you were in love with, but that won’t make you and Damon have less fun.

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