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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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timing's a bitch (s.h) - 1/5

s u m m e r ' 8 6 (x)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a the four times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment and one time he got it right (series masterlist)

You made Steve Harrington cry the first time you met him.

He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth, promising that if he ever touched your pet worm again (his name was Sherm, if you were wondering) that he would pay. After some negotiation and charm from his part - and the promise that he wouldn't make his parents call yours - you had become best friends. You brought balance to one another's lives, even from a young age. Steve was always a little more calculated and thoughtful in his actions, sticking to the sidelines at playtime and always worrying about his hair. You, meanwhile, had always run headfirst into danger, with scrapes on your knees and glue in your hair. Ying and yang.

You never left Steve's side and he never left yours. Things came close when the popularity really got to his ego in sophomore year, but it was nothing a whack across the head couldn't fix. The threat of telling every person at Hawkins High about his Farah Fawcett hairspray secret also very quickly humbled him. He owed you a lot of apologies after that phase.

Things were better than ever by the time graduation rolled around. It hadn't really hit either of you that this was it; that Hawkins High would no longer be your world. It was scarier for you than it was for Steve because he knew deep down that he had probably peaked in high school. He had no college lined up; while you'd gone and gotten yourself a full scholarship to NYU, all he'd done was argue with his parents about his grades and why they wouldn't foot the bill for him to follow you to the city. The world was about to become bigger and scarier. The prospect of you being thousands of miles away only made it worst.

"Just one year," Steve begged, "just take one year out. The new mall is gonna be hiring loads of people and you can save up a butt ton before you go to college-"

"- I am not taking a year out, Steve!" you exclaimed. Reaching across the center console, you gave his chest a whack. "I worked my ass off the last four years so that I have enough money to go now."

"Okay, don't think about money then. Think about..."

He paused, trailing off.

"Think about what?"

"Spending time with me before I go?" he meekly asked. "We can have loads of fun! Just me and you, y'know, having one final year together before you leave me forever."

You groaned. "Steve, we've had all summer together. Also, I'm not leaving you! I'll be home literally every few weeks."

He forced a smile, eyes focusing on the road ahead. This was his last two days with you before you moved and he didn't want to spend it being sad. It was just that his heart ached in a way he never thought it would. A thousand times more than when his parents didn't show for graduation; even more than when Nancy Wheeler left him.

Steve's glance flickered over to the photo tucked away into his rearview mirror. It was a Polaroid taken over the summer; you and Steve were stood between your parents, armed wrapped around each other as you were grinning in your caps. Maybe his parents hadn't shown for him on graduation, but yours sure had, with flowers and hugs and affection for you both. Hell, they probably wouldn't have minded if he moved into your room once you were at college. It was definitely something he thought about.

"Summer doesn't feel like enough," he muttered. "Doesn't it scare you that things are changing?"

"Of course it does," you replied. "Change isn't always bad though. Things can't always stay the same, Stevie. Me staying home an extra year isn't gonna delay the inevitable."

Steve glanced in his wing mirror, indicating off the highway and pulling into your driveway. You'd had to beg him to come and help you pack; even though he'd acted like he didn't want to, he was secretly delighted at the idea. In fact, he was secretly delighted at spending any time with you.

After yelling a quick hi! to your parents, you both bounded up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was pretty much stripped now, years worth of blue tack and marks and scuffs on the wall. Your entire childhood packed neatly away into boxes; some for college, some for the attic, some for the dump. Steve in particular was drawn to the pile of photos on your nightstand. It was you and him through the years - some were a little dog-eared and frayed, but the two little kids smiling back at him never faltered.

He put them down and glanced over at you. You were sat on the bed now, having discarded your clothes for a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies. He'd leant that to you last year after a day at the lake - naturally, you'd gone running in totally unplanned in your clothes. He'd stood at the side the entire time, too scared of getting his hair wet.

That had always been one of his regrets; holding back. Not just the day at the lake, but the time you'd gone tree climbing and waved to him whilst he waited at the bottom. The time you rode all the big coasters at Coney Island and smiled at him as you went by. You were always going a thousand miles an hour and Steve just fucking stood there, waving as time passed him by. And now you were about to loop-de-loop right away from him.

He watched as you frowned in concentration, hands scrawling away at a messy to-do list. Pack, buy new toothbrush, apply for job, find class schedule. It was the most organised he'd ever seen you.

"You're being awfully quiet," you commented without even looking up. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind."

"Steve, please," you scoffed. "You've been my best friend for fourteen years. Don't try and act like you're not deep in thought about something. What is it? A car? A girl-"

"- kind of," he said. "I was thinking about...us."

You peered up at him, eyebrows creasing. "Us?"

"Yeah. Don't you think we're pretty great?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "You're my best friend, Steve. Nothing will ever change that."

Steve sighed to himself. Wasn't that the whole problem? You were friends. Best, best fucking friends. And even though it was no secret that you yourself had little thoughts and feelings about him, they never seemed to overlap. You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years. Then by the time that ended, Steve was onto his next fling.

And now you were going away. Maybe that's why he was yearning.

"Nothing at all?"

You frowned. "Nothing."

"Not even this?"

To be honest, Steve wasn't really thinking straight. Plagued by nothing but regret and hankering, he threw aside your to-do list and dove across the bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with might. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on; even though his actions took you by surprise, you still tangled a hand in his hair when his lips came down on yours, the other finding it's way to the loop of of his best.

He pulled you closer, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You didn't mean to let out a gentle moan as he did, but fuck. Steve Harrington was a good kisser and it was annoying that all those rumours you'd tried to ignore in high school were true.

Steve sat up, pulling you into his lap. He moved his lips from yours, moving down to just below your ear. You didn't protest, instead dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

It wasn't until there was a knock at your door that you both jumped.

The sound was like a cold bucket of water over your head, snapping you back to reality. Fuck. You'd just made out with Steve. He had never been the King of Hawkins high to you; he was the kid that tried to kill Sherm over a decade ago. The same kid who got yellow braces because he thought they looked cool. The same kid that secretly cried every time Vienna by Billy Joel came on the radio.

"Honey, how's packing going?" your mum called. "I'm going to the landfill early tomorrow so make sure that you-"

"- yeah, I will!" you cut her off, trying to catch your breath. "Thanks, mum!"

There was the fall of footsteps as she walked away, leaving you and your best friend to sit there and deal with the consequences of your actions. You were still sat in Steve's lap, cheeks warm with something that wasn't quite embarrassment. His chest was heaving in time with yours, eyes refusing to break your gaze.

"What the fuck did we just do?" you asked.

"I...uh...I kissed you. And you kissed me back, and then I put my hand here and you put yours there and-"

"- it was a rhetorical question!" you exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm still sat in your lap."

Rolling off of him, you landed on the bed next to Steve. You immediately pulled your hood up, tugging on the strings so that it tightened around your cheeks and hid your face. The worst part of all this was that you'd enjoyed it. Had the universe - in the form of your mother - not interfered, you had no doubt in your mind that you probably would have fucked your best friend. That certainly was a jarring revelation.

"Did you..." you began, but then paused. "Had you thought about doing that for a long time?"

"Yeah, I guess," Steve admitted. "Not like constantly but there's been moments over the last few years. And then I saw you sitting there in my clothes and we're about to say goodbye and-"

"- no we're not, Steve," you grumbled. "Because I'm going to see you at Christmas, and then like every weekend after that, and...Jesus Christ. Was that meant as an impulsive thing or an actual thing?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss my best friend of fifteen years just for one night. I could go out to a shitty bar downtown and find anyone for that."

"Why now?"

"Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?" Steve tried to joke, but you didn't laugh "I mean...yeah. Maybe I was thinking about you and I being more than you and I. It seems dumb now."

"Your timing is fucking awful, Steve Harrington," you gave him a small smile, gently running a hand over his face. "You could have asked me at any point before now and I would have said yes."

"But?"

"But I'm moving half way across the fucking country in two days!" you exclaimed. "You're my best friend and I love you but our lives are about to change. The stakes are too high and you are far too important for me to risk losing, okay?"

Steve smiled, giving you a nod. It could have been worse - it could have been a straight up no. A why fuck would I ever love you? or a broken nose. It was still rejection, but it was just...timing. Bad timing. Maybe he just had to wait.

He was okay with that.

taglist: @marauderssworld @boybandbaby @karasong (lmk if u want to be added!)

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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and google says they're both 6'0 smh

someone said he spikes his hair to seem taller

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YESSSSSSS

Tell Carl I'll take those Kleenex //god mav loves his kids so much// so cool that we can call Mav 'father of the groom' and it applies to both.

the dream

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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its giving carlisle cullen

Tell Carl I'll take those Kleenex //god mav loves his kids so much// so cool that we can call Mav 'father of the groom' and it applies to both.

the dream

#twilight #carlisle cullen #keepingupwithtopgun #top gun: maverick #pete maverick mitchell

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AAAAAHHH my twin sister's name is sophie and she is such a rooster girllllll

So I always have HC about Mav and Charlie having a little girl named Sophie as I like to call her (it happened and no one will convince me otherwise) but when she was born Charlie didn’t want her because she said it would ruin her career so Mav raised her on his own with the help of Penny( is married to Mav in my cannon and Amelia is their daughter together) and Carole helped as well. So naturally she spend a lot of time with Rooster and they had always been friends but at they got older their relationship switched from friends to lovers.

The most recent one running through my head it that her and Rooster have been hooking up behind Mav’s back for years. Every time Rooster is stateside they meet up for some 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵 loving(and we all know it’s fucking hot as hell). She’s not an aviator she’ll as much as she loves to fly she didn’t want to be one. It was never her thing she’s a teacher in Fightertown at ones the the schools on base. So when Rooster is in town for the mission they hook up. Even though Sophie lives on her own she is in the process of moving so she is staying at Mav and Penny’s house in her old room…..

One night after one of their hook ups….Rooster falls asleep in her room and she hears Mav and Penny coming home so she panics not wanting them to catch Rooster in her bed because they have never taken their relationship past friends with benefits….Sophie wakes up Rooster and makes him jump out the window ( just like Mav did in the movies) however when he jumps he doesn’t realize that Mav and Penny are standing in the kitchen and he comes face to face with them in the kitchen window.

Rooster just stand there for a second because he doesn’t know what to do but Mav gives him the death stare and just says “ I fucking knew it. How long Bradley?”

At this point Sophie comes down the stairs and sees the sight in front of her and just turns red. Her dad sees her and tells Bradley to come in the house now. He does and then he asks again

“ how fucking long you two?” They both don’t answer at first then Sophie sighs and says “ since I was 19. ( there’s a 5 year ages gap between the two of them). She’s 30 and he’s 35.

Mav just looks at them both and says “ 11yrs? You’ve been going behind my back for 11yrs? What the fuck you two?”

Both of them just look at him and then Rooster says “ well we have never gotten past the friends with benefits thing if it makes you feel any better.” Then penny slaps him in the head and says “ what the hell is wrong with you? At least take her out on a date it’s been 11yrs.”

No one says anything after that until they all look around the corner and see Amelia standing there and she says “ About damn time…I’ve been watching Bradley sneak out that window for too damn long.”

Then after that Sophie and Bradley finally go on that first date and then not even 6 months later they come back from Vegas married. Mav wasn’t even mad they went and got married without him he just looks at both and them and says “ about fucking time. It took you way too long Bradshaw.”

HAHAHAAHAH THIS IS SO GOOD OMLLLL

i’m crying at the “at least take her out on a date, its been 11 years” dkadhaoifh

they’re not even mad that they’ve been fucking behind their backs, they’re annoyed that rooster ain’t treating you right!

oh my goodness, thank you so so so much for sending this to me my dear! 💌 i absolutely adore it! 💖

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love thissss

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part five

We have reached the (very smutty) (kind of) end. (You’re welcome.)

Do we want an epilogue? I kind of want an epilogue,,, So yeah these two are getting an epilogue 🤪

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: 18+ only! unprotected sex (wrap it irl), oral (f receiving), Jake has a thing for begging, apparently, slight cockwarming (i’m a slut for it, what can i say) they’re still bickering like an old married couple

WC: 3.5k

When you get back to Penny’s house it’s just a few minutes after six, so you expect to be able to lay back on the couch and act like you’ve been there all night.

Except, of course, Penny is awake and waiting for you in the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

“Good morning,” you say, offering a sheepish smile.

Penny nods, smirking, leaning back against the counter. “Good morning. How’s Hangman?”

You quietly close the back door. “Did you hear us?”

Keep reading

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NEED A PART THREE I LOVE THISSSS

This Love

2. Cruel Summer

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Kazansky!Reader

Eventual NSFW 18+

A/N: I was going to wait but I just couldn’t! Also I will be a little descriptive with y/n seeing as she is a biological Kazansky, it just helps me with her character development!

1. Home Sweet Home

As you ran, you wondered if your mother knew the extent of your history with Jake. You shake your head and blush as you think about it. You were young, had just turned 19, fresh out of high school and getting ready to go off to college. Jake had been at Top Gun for the first time then. Your father had taken him under his wing, still preferring to do some of the teaching back then. He knew he was a shoe in for the top spot. And on his days off Jake Seresin found himself helping out Admiral Kazansky with any odd chore he could come up with. Jake was 23 at the time and eager to please, in more ways than one. You highly doubted your parents knew that he snuck in through the garden gate outside of your bedroom window almost every night for those 3 months. He’d sneak you out of the house, you too would go for walks on the beach and sometimes there was no sneaking out, just your head in the pillow as you felt Jake sneaking in. Just thinking about the way he held you made you blush. The way he made you fall apart was even better. And then things had ended so suddenly and you felt yourself panicking at the lack of control. You had sent the last text, he was stationed in Texas at that time. He was glad to be close to home, he had told you weeks before. Everything was familiar. Something about they way he became short in his conversation, told you there was someone else. You couldn’t blame him, you were young, and just some clingy hookup. But the way he held you and spoke to you made you think that maybe he really did care about you. And the soft ‘I love you’ he whispered as he snuck out your window that final time made you think that there was hope. You shake your head as you continue your run. Nearly getting hit with a football you dodge, the group of what you assumed to be naval pilots.

“Rooster watch where your throwing! You almost took out another innocent pedestrian!” A female voice shouts. You shake your head, laughing slightly to yourself.

“Yeah Bradshaw, I’m sure you’d love to hit that but I don’t think the ladies like it when you take it that literal.” You hear an all to familiar voice crack. Holy shit. Keep running. You sneak a peak at him, golden-skin glistening with sweat and the same perfect dark blonde locks. You can picture his pretty green eyes hiding behind those sunglasses, your not sure if it’s the run or him making your heart pound erratically. You pull your hair out of its ponytail in attempt to shield your face. The Californian sun streaking it with more blonde than you’ve seen in a long time. You had to say you were favoring this sun kissed brunette hair more than your dreary Massachusetts look. How your life has changed in just four months. You run a little further before turning around to run home, silently praying he’s gone.

He’s not. He’s sipping on a bottle of water, sitting on a beach towel with his toes in the sand, making conversation with a few of the other men as you jog by. You try not to stare, but it’s hard. Besides Ben, he has been the only other serious guy in your life. You remember the first night like it was yesterday. Your bedroom windows open, thankfully your room was tucked in the upper corner of the house away from your unsuspecting parents rooms. The salty breeze causing your curtains to dance mingling with his whispered question of “are you sure?” and your sweet confessions of “never have I ever before.”

It was sweet, and he was gentle. And as you lay intertwined in the bedsheets you remember thinking that you had him. You can still see it all in your mind. His gentle nature around you, the way he listened to your opinions, the softness in his face when he let his gaze linger on you for to long. Lost in the memory you don’t even realize the question of your name, and the sound of someone running behind you.

“Y/n? Damn it you’re fast. How are you faster than me?” You hear him contemplate. “Y/n!” He shouts, you stop not wanting to cause a scene. Slowly you turn around to be greeted with the tall tanned, six-pack having, Greek god of a man that is Jake Seresin.

“Jake. Hey.” You say. Avoiding his gaze.

“Jake. Hey.” He repeats, slipping his sunglasses onto his head. “What are you doing here? I thought you, I thought you moved to Massachusetts, your dad said…” he begins, he’s looking at you in a way you wish he wouldn’t. He’s looking at you in a way that makes your chest heave with excitement. The black sports bra and shorts sticking to you like an uncomfortable second skin.

“I live here now.” You offer, trying not to fall into his trap. He’s drawing you in, his voice, the way his eyes twinkle, the way the sweat drips down his pecks across his perfectly defined abdomen and down that deliciously sculpted v-line…

You withdraw your gaze and wait for his response. “What about your husband? Heard you got married.” He says, a hint of something in his voice. You audibly snort before covering your mouth. A grin tugs at the corners of Jakes face.

“I didn’t get married. I was engaged, emphasis on was. He cheated, I moved home, I’m living with my parents and picking up shifts at the local hospital here and there, my dad’s sick again…” you say, letting the last few words fade out with the tide.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Jake offers, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t be. I didn’t realize how much I missed California until I got back, and I just want to spend as much time with my dad as I can.” You say.

“I understand that. I’ll let you finish your run. I’m sure I’ll see you tonight y/n.” He says giving you a genuine smile. You cock your head at him.

“I got called back to Top Gun, thought your dad would have told you that. He always thought you had a little crush on me back in the day.” He says giving you that cocky smirk that you didn’t realize you had missed. Your heart skips a beat and you have to fight a smile.

“A crush? Is that what we’re calling you sneaking into my room every night for three months and in the process taking my virginity, Seresin?” You quip, throwing out his last name as a playful jab.

“Hm, something like that. I’ll see you later y/n. Be careful Kazansky.” He calls, you throw a little wave. Behind you, you hear the voices of who you presume must be other Top Gun aviators.

“Kazansky? Like Iceman Kazansky?” A male voice says.

“Shut up Coyote.” You hear, you smile, picking up the pace and finishing your run.

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@ahopelessromanticwritersworld

@rosiahills22

@marchingicenotes7

@cherrycola27

@heatherbabees

@smokey102

@dempy

@lunamoonbby

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omgggg im the type of girl that HATES buzz cuts, but GLEN POWELL LOOKS SO HOT W ONE!!! dont tell my boyfriend tho cause then hes gonna wanna get one smh

Glen Powell in Sex Ed (2014) dir. Isaac Feder

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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GLENS FACE AT THE END OML

God bless Danny Ramirez, this is uh.... 🥵🥵🥵🥵

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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LOVE IT SO MUCH

top gun: maverick x friends theme🫧

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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LOVE IT! recently ive been more into hangman than rooster but this fic is so good it's making me gravitate towards rooster more now...

Birthday Girl || Rooster

✧ summary: It's your birthday and Rooster goes above and beyond to make it special. From breakfast to nail appointments, all the way to a shopping spree and dinner... He's got a surprise party planned and a big question to ask you.

✧ requested: yes

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

✧ Rooster masterlist

“Rooster, what is going on?” You giggle as your boyfriend twirls you in a circle as you walk through the downtown square. His aviators covered a pair of striking sea-glass orbs that were building with intense adoration for you. Today was your birthday and he was treating his girl.

“You’re the birthday girl,” Rooster said as if you had forgotten. “The birthday girl gets spoiled.”

Smirking, he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, and your fingers immediately laced through his. “So, we’re first having breakfast at your favorite bakery. After that, I have an appointment set up for you to get your nails done, followed by taking you on a shopping spree. You can buy anything you want, so long as you pick out a dress for tonight’s special occasion.”

Your eyes widen as you stare up at him. He’s already grabbing the door to the bakery and the scent of fresh coffee greets your airways.

“Babe,” You say as he kisses the crown of your head while pushing you inside. You two are seated and soon ordering some of your favorite pastries along with your desired coffee. Rooster is drinking a straight black coffee and munching off the edge of one of your scones, making you smile widely at him. He hums at the taste, his heart fluttering at the sight of you.

He wasn’t sure what was weighing on his conscience more. The fact he had to keep your surprise party under wraps until tonight… Or that he was asking you to be his wife.

Maverick, Penny, Amelia, Hangman, and Phoneix were in charge of getting the house ready for your return tonight. Rooster couldn’t wait to see your face tonight when you were surrounded by all your family and friends, a total surprise to you.

Once you and Rooster finished up, he was guiding you back out to the Bronco and you couldn’t help but stop in at the passenger’s side of the car.

“What?” Bradley asked, cradling your cheek. A smile spreads across your face as you lean up on your tiptoes to press a searing kiss to his mouth.

“I love you so much, Bradshaw,” You whisper before he’s opening the door and you’re slipping inside.

“I love you too, pretty girl. Now come on, let’s go get these done,” He kissed your knuckles and closed the door.

On the way to your favorite nail salon, you two were belting out random hits on the radio. You loved it when Rooster sang for you. He had a pretty voice and you always told him that if he wasn’t in the Navy, he should’ve been a singer.

He reached over and tangled his fingers through yours. He constantly pulled your hand up to his mouth to kiss a line across your knuckles, warm breath on your skin causing you to smile. When you two made it to the nail appointment, Rooster sat like a proud boyfriend in the waiting area while he watched your eyes light up while choosing a nail color.

“Baby, which one?” You raise a hot pink and a nude color. “Or should I just do French tips?”

Rooster bit his lip. What would make that diamond pop more?

“Hot pink, baby girl,” He grinned.

You smiled and put the other color selection back and walked over to the desk. Bradley saw the way your eyes lit up as you spoke to your nail tech.

“Is that your lucky guy over there?” The woman asked as she filed your nails.

You felt your cheeks burn as you nodded.

“He’s the one,” You say with a heartfelt grin. You couldn’t help but cast your eyes over to Rooster who was staring down at his phone. He confirmed last-minute party details with Penny and he felt your stare. Lifting his emerald eyes, he flashed you a smile with one of his signature winks, a wink that made your heart pound furiously in your chest. He still made you feel like a teenager.

As you finished your nail appointment, you rejoined Rooster at the register who quickly swiped his card with an arm wrapped around you securely. The woman grinned at the two of you.

“You guys are adorable… Happy Birthday, Y/n,” She beamed.

“Thank you!” You squeak as Rooster hurriedly pulls you out of the salon. The moment he’s got you at the Bronco, he’s pressing your back to the passenger’s side door and soaking in the lovely scent of your perfume. Your arms tangle around his neck, hot pink nails looking extra delicious crossing over the broadness of your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” You whisper, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. That sweet kiss was soon deepened when Rooster slipped his tongue into your mouth. A delicate string of moans leaves your mouth as Rooster’s fingertips slip down to loop through the belt holes on your shorts.

“Ready for your shopping spree?” He asked.

“How can I say no to shopping?” You gasp with a smirk as Rooster is helping you into the Bronco. Again, he’s holding your hand the entire way there, his eyes admiring your fresh nails at every stoplight. He’s smiling to himself, constantly checking in his left pocket to make sure the ring was still there. He was thankful you hadn’t started feeling around on him, or he’d be outed in no time.

The trip to your favorite boutique was a fun one. Rooster was following you around and his eyes gravitated toward more Hawaiian shirts as if his collection wasn’t strong enough.

“Bradley,” You giggle as he picks one up and holds it to his chest.

“I don’t have this one!” He insists, flashing you a sweetheart smile that makes your head dizzy.

“Just get it!” You laugh, knowing he was a sucker for a good Hawaiian shirt. He held onto it while you walked down each aisle. You chose a little black party dress and Rooster swore you couldn’t have picked anything better. You paired it with a pair of silver heels that were glitzy and glamorous. He could already see you dressed up tonight and he knew it was going to be a fight within himself to not rip it off you the second he’s got you alone.

As you two stood at the register, he saw the way you were staring at the diamond rings inside of the display. Your eyes marveled at the shiny jewelry. “That ring is so pretty,” You whisper, pointing at the oval-shaped diamond engagement ring.

Rooster felt the sweat begin to collect on his forehead. The sales associate grinned as she rang up the items. You toyed with the idea in your mind of being engaged to Bradley… Becoming the future Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw had a wonderful ring to it and you felt your heart beat a little faster.

“Here you go,” The woman smiled, bringing you out of your trance. Rooster accepted the bags and soon the two of you were piling out of the clothing store and headed for the Bronco.

“Ready to go home? You and I have to get ready for your surprise,” Rooster looked at you. You stared at the floorboard and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s go,” You whisper. He noticed the look on your face. He saw the way you were staring at those engagement rings.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, rubbing your shoulder.

Smiling at him, you nod your head. Maybe there was some part of you that was hoping tonight would be the night he proposed. But you two had talked about it before – he wouldn’t do it on your birthday. It was too expected. And that’s what he had you believing for the last three months.

But little did you know…

“Chin up, pretty girl. I’m ready to see how that dress looks on you.” He sends you a wink and a smile flashes across your face. Once you two are home and getting ready, Rooster’s staring down at his phone. He hears you hop into the shower and while you’re getting ready, he’s talking to Maverick.

“And everything’s set up?” He whispers.

“Everything’s done, Rooster.” Maverick grins as Penny wraps her hand around his waist. “Does she have any idea tonight’s the night?”

Rooster smirks. “I don’t think so… Although we did go to the clothing store and she saw engagement rings. I think she got a little sad but that’ll be cured tonight.” He admits.

“Just give us a heads up when you’re on the way here with her, okay? That way everyone can get into position!” Penny adds.

“You got it… Thanks again for this guys. You’re the best.” Rooster grins as he hangs up the phone and rushes to join you in the shower for a little fun before your date night.

It was constant moans and delicious exchanges of kisses before you two piled out and started to get ready. Rooster was careful to rush for the ring in his jeans pocket and slip it into the pocket of his dress pants before you could realize.

When you appeared from the bedroom wearing the dress and silver heels, Rooster felt his breath catch. He blinked as he saw you walk forward. Your makeup was done to perfection and your hair was beautiful.

“That’s my future wife,” He whispers to himself without your knowledge. “Baby, you look stunning,” He says as he treks forward and wraps his hand around your waist.

Feeling your cheeks burn, you giggle and feel his lips press lightly to your cheek, being careful not to disrupt your makeup. He grabs your hand and is leading you out of the house. Rooster’s wearing a pair of black dress pants with a crisp white button-up and a blazer to match. His hair is pushed up and his green eyes are filled with love for his girl.

Rooster made reservations at your favorite restaurant downtown. A squeal left your mouth when you saw the familiar place, your head shifting to meet his stare.

“You sure did pull out all the stops for my birthday, Rooster,” You remark as he puts the Bronco in park. He leans over and gently kisses your lips, savoring the taste of your mouth on his.

“My girl only deserves the best on her birthday,” He returns your smile before he’s stepping out and walking over to open your door. Soon, the two of you are inside the restaurant and seated. Your favorite drinks are ordered and Rooster can feel the nerves of the night settling in.

After dinner, he was dropping down to one knee to ask you to marry him.

This was going to be the most amazing night of his life. He knew you were going to say yes, but he still experienced nervous jitters thinking about it.

The dinner went beautifully. Dessert was ordered and Rooster requested to have “Will You Marry Me?” be drizzled onto the edge of the plate was put in. A smile lit up your face when the overloaded dessert came forward by way of a waiter, a candle sticking out from the top that was lit and ready for you to blow out.

Rooster was already reaching into his pocket and grasping the ring.

The plate was set down in front of you and as the waiter sang Happy Birthday to you in the sweetest angelic voice, ensuring not to cause too much of a scene, your eyes missed the writing. Rooster was preparing to stand up and he could feel his stomach turning a flip as the knots tied.

“Baby, look at the plate,” He says quietly when you still aren’t gazing down. Your eyebrows furrow and you finally settle your eyes on the white plate.

Written out in chocolate drizzle were those four words you had longed to hear since laying your eyes on Bradley Bradshaw two years ago. Your heart started to race as you looked up and saw Rooster slipping out of his seat and falling to one knee.

Your eyes widened and a hand flew up to cover your mouth. That was causing a scene. Everyone at their dinner tables turned to see the lovely moment, smiles spread across older couples’ faces while a younger generation swooned at the sight of a man asking his girl to be his wife.

“B-Bradley,” You whisper. He takes your hand and gives you a reassuring smile along with a gentle squeeze.

“Sweetheart, from the moment I met you, I knew there was something so special about you. From the way, you obsess over baby animals to the way you care about me and those around you, and your overall love. Your heart is so full of adoration for so many people, but I’m lucky that you give most of it to me. You’ve changed my life for the better and there’s no one else I’d rather journey through life with, especially for the rest of my life. Angel, will you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?” Rooster’s small speech had tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Yes!” You squeak, nodding your head. You push yourself out of your seat and join him on the ground as he’s opening the ring to reveal a gorgeous oval-shaped diamond. You gasp at the sight and Rooster’s slipping the ring onto your hand. Your hands are trembling as you wrap your hands around his cheeks and guide him close for a deep kiss.

Rooster grins in victory as the entire restaurant exploded in cheers and claps, congratulating you two on your engagement. You wrap your arms tightly around him as you two stand to your feet. Bradley tilts your chin back and he’s kissing you with such fierceness. These would be lips you’d get to kiss for the rest of your life.

As you two finish up dessert, you’re shaking while staring at the ring, excitement coursing through your veins. Soon, dinner is paid for and the two of you are ushered into the Bronco. You lean over and give him another hard kiss, admiring the ring on your hand.

“Rooster, you did amazing. I love you so much,” You whisper.

“I love you too, baby… But the night’s not over.” He grins and soon he’s driving you toward another place.

“What’s next?” You ask.

Rooster smiled. “Penny, Amelia, and Maverick wanted to see you. They knew I was proposing tonight and so I told them after dinner I’d swing by their place to let them see you… Is that okay?”

You loved those three people. You quickly nodded and smiled as the Bronco pushed forward to their location. The cars were lined up at Maverick’s shop with Hangman and Phoneix gladly escorting everyone back to Penny’s and Mav’s house to hide the fact there was a party happening.

“Rooster and Y/n are on the way!” Amelia exclaimed as she rushed forward. Everyone bustled with activity as they rushed to find hiding spots while Penny waited by the door to catch the headlights of Rooster’s Bronco which would give her the signal to flip the switch.

When she saw it, she cut the lights off and rushed to her position by Maverick.

You smiled and as Rooster parked, you leaned over and kissed him again. He was grabbing your hand and staring up at the house. It was now or never.

Helping you out of the Bronco, he leads you up to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, he twists and pushes it open.

“Are you sure they aren’t in bed?” You say quietly. Rooster turns on the lights and suddenly, everyone jumps out and screams “Surprise!”

A scream floods from your mouth when you see Penny, Maverick, Amelia, Phoenix, Hangman, Bob, Payback… And so many others.

Penny rushes forward to accept you into her arms and Maverick’s hugging Rooster. “Congratulations!” Penny exclaims, squeezing you tight. She’s grabbing your hand and everyone’s now gathered around to view the pretty diamond that Bradley Bradshaw slipped onto your finger.

Smiles are spread everywhere and Rooster can’t help but beam with excitement.

This was the best day ever.

And easily your favorite birthday.

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im just saying i love him like this but look at the difference from then and now

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT MY TAGLIST CAUSE WE ONLY GOT ONE AT THIS POINT BUT ILYYY @luckyladycreator2!!!

if you wanna join the taglist just tell me :)

Give 'Em Hell (a Hangman x reader story) - Chapter 2: Despair and Desire

Link to Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/devythebaddie/687899562327851008?source=share

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Tori couldn’t shake her dad’s words. The funeral was fifteen minutes away, yet she couldn’t think about anything other than the possibility of going back to Top Gun. This “special detachment” that Iceman had explained seemed more like a suicide mission than anything, and Victoria was supposed to have months left of paid leave due to her fiancé’s tragedy. Yet she knew she had to go back. Victoria Kazansky wasn’t arrogant, but she knew that she was one of the best pilots out there, and whoever made up the flight team was going to need her.

“Ready, Tor?” Rooster asked quietly, his arm outstretched for her to hold on to. She nodded, not ready to speak, and walked with him through the doors out to the site of the funeral. The second her eyes caught the first banner, she nearly fell over. Jeffrey’s face was everywhere. His eyes staring into hers from every direction. And when she saw his mom, his dad, his younger brother…Tori wanted to run away. Bradley noticed this, and leaned down towards her ear.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Nobody blames you. Just hold on to me and let’s find our seats.”

Victoria had never been more thankful for Bradley Bradshaw than in that moment, and when her father walked out through the doors and gave her the most solemn of smiles, she squeezed Bradley’s hand before going over to hug her father.

“Tori, honey-” Her eyes welled up with tears before he even finished saying her name. Tori knew it was hard for her dad to speak, and just hearing his now-broken voice made her want to cry. But she knew she couldn’t cry yet. She was Victoria “Stony” Kazansky. Daughter of Iceman. She couldn’t. Freaking. Cry.

“I love you, Dad,” she said, kissing the man on his cheek. He repeated the sentiment and walked with her back to their first-row seats, where Bradley greeted the admiral and Tori’s mom, who had been a few paces behind her husband and daughter but caught up with them after their tearful greeting.

Tori blankly stared through the rest of the funeral. People spoke, people cried, people gave her their condolences, but she didn’t feel anything. She was pretty much numb. Once Bradley realized what was going on, he knelt down in front of her and offered to take her home.

“I can’t just leave in the middle of my fiancé’s funeral,” she whispered.

“Of course you can,” Bradley took her hand and the two stood up. “Everyone will understand, I promise. Just say a quick goodbye to a few people, ‘kay?”

Victoria nodded, once again grateful for her lifelong best friend. She did what he said to do, saying goodbye to a few admirals, Jeffrey’s family, and her parents before driving home with Rooster.

She wanted to just spend the rest of the day in bed, get some takeout, and watch TV, but Bradley wouldn’t let her.

“Tori, you have been cooped up inside your apartment for weeks. You have to get out. I never said you had to have fun, but at least get out of the house!” Bradley said, loudly crashing into who knows what in her closet. “Listen, you heard what your dad said earlier - everyone who’s being considered for this ‘special detachment’ got a call today, which means that there’s gonna be a whole lot of people at the Hard Deck tonight. All you have to do is show up, say hi to some people, drink a few beers or margaritas or whatever the hell you want, and listen to me play Great Balls of Fire at least once. Throw a little pool in there, and you’ve got yourself a great night! But, I know how hard today’s been for you. If you really don’t want to go, we don’t have to. I just think this might help, and I don’t even care if we only stay there for two hours; I just want to see you happy again.”

Victoria really didn’t want to leave the house, but she could see how much Rooster cared, so she decided to go.

“Yes!” Rooster smiled. “I promise you won’t regret this!”

Tori, on the other hand, was absolutely sure that she would.

Bradley opened the passenger seat door to his prized blue truck and Victoria smiled at the man’s simple act of chivalry. She let out a sigh as she sat down, smoothed down the legs of her black skinny jeans, and tucked in her red spaghetti strap tank top, slightly regretting her decision to let Bradley pick out an outfit for her. She couldn’t lie, there were worse options, but the high heels she wore may have taken things a bit far.

“Hey, you look great,” Rooster reassured her as he started the car. She laughed and tapped on the dash, her signal for the aviator to start driving.

As the pair pulled up in front of the bar, Tori froze. She could feel the excitement inside the Hard Deck from even outside, and she worried about how she would keep up with it as the night went on. Not wanting Bradley to have to give her another talk, she pulled it together, grabbing her purse and jacket as the mustached man opened the door for her. Victoria only then noticed what he was wearing. She smiled as she recognized Goose’s old Hawaiian t-shirt over Bradley’s white tank, remarking the resemblance between the father and son.

The first people Tori recognized in the bar were Penny Benjamin, the owner, and Pete Mitchell - Bradley’s estranged godfather/Iceman’s best friend - who was sitting directly across from her. Victoria had spent some time with the pair in her younger years, and she was happy to see that they were back together. Pete made Penny happy, and vice versa; Victoria’s only hope was that the captain had the sense to stay with Penny this time. Then she noticed a sea of khaki. There were at least ten aviators standing by the pool table, including one of Bradley’s best friends (and a potential love interest), Phoenix, someone Tori admired. There were so few female pilots, so she and Natasha had a close bond. After saying hi to Penny (Bradley made sure to avoid Maverick), the pair made their way over to the rest of the naval aviators.

Phoenix beamed when she saw them.

“Bradshaw? This is how I find out you’re in town?” She hugged him and Tori, then introduced the aviators around her. Victoria recognized the callsigns: Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob. Her brief interaction with the group was cut short as one more pilot called out Rooster’s name.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”

The two made a bit of small talk until the blond aviator noticed Victoria.

“Bradshaw’s girlfriend,” He mimed tipping a hat in her direction.

“I’m not his girlfriend. Should be more worried about her.” Tori smiled and pointed towards Phoenix, who was happily conversing with the brunette.

“As long as you’re available.” Hangman winked at the female pilot and she was a bit shocked by his forwardness. Victoria had heard of him and his…way with women, but she’d yet to experience it.

“Slow down there, tiger. I may be single, but very recently so; I’m not looking at the moment.” Tori hadn’t been planning on talking about her late fiancé, but the reality was that his funeral had only been that morning, and there was no way she was ready to move on yet. Luckily, Hangman noticed her discomfort and lightly addressed it.

“You’re Tori Kazansky, aren’t you? Phantom’s fiancée?” he asked softly. “I was at the funeral. I’m so sorry. I knew him; he was a great man.”

“He was,” Victoria agreed. “But he wouldn’t want me to be stuck in the past like I’ve been for the last few weeks. You down for a game of pool?”

“Hell yeah. But I’ll have to warn you that once you see this-“ He gestured to himself and the pool table. “You’ll be wanting to spend a lot less time with Bradshaw over there.”

His tone was slightly flirtatious, but she could tell by his vaguely Southern accent that it was only natural, and she somehow knew he wouldn’t go too far.

Jake Seresin hadn’t been lying about his pool skills; he was good. But not better than Victoria Kazansky, that was for damn sure.

“Wow, you’re good,” he admitted. “Play a lot of pool with your dad?”

“Yeah, actually.” She smiled at the memories of pool games that lasted so long that her mom, Sarah, would come down and force them to put down the sticks, tournaments that always ended in ties. Tori and her dad were very close, him being one of the few people she didn’t shut out after Jeffrey’s death. She ended up talking to Hangman much longer than she intended, so long that Phoenix raised her eyebrows and gave her a look once Tori walked back over to her. At the same time, a few aviators - including Hangman - threw Maverick out, and Bradley naturally decided to play Great Balls of Fire on the piano. The night ended up being much more fun than Victoria had ever expected.

By the time the pair got back to Rooster’s car, they’d only had a few beers each, but due to the training they had in the morning, they knew better than to get wasted. Tori now had Hangman’s number, though, and she intended to put it to good use. She was looking down at her phone and thinking about her time with the aviator when Bradley seemingly read her mind.

“So, you and Hangman, huh?”

“So, you and Phoenix, huh?” Tori mocked his tone and he held up his hands in surrender.

“Fine. Just do me a favor,” He bit his lip. “Take it slow, please. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt.”

Normally, Victoria would counter him with a lecture about how she could take care of herself, thank you very much, but hearing the concern in his voice, she let it go.

“Of course. I promise.”

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IN LOVE

Miles Teller and Glen Powell having Rooster and Hangman energy

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devythebaddie · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER 2 IS OUT NOW!! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/devythebaddie/690768407286677504?source=share

Give 'Em Hell (a Hangman x reader story) - Chapter 1: Reminiscing and Reconnecting

PROMPT:

Timeline: Pre-TGM to TGM

Reader: Victoria "Stony" Kazansky (Iceman's daughter)

Background:

Tori is 4 years younger than Rooster (her BFF), and due to the whole paper-pulling incident, the two went to flight school together and graduated from Top Gun together. Tori ended up getting engaged to another pilot, Jeffrey "Phantom" Hart, but he was killed in combat a month or two before the events of TGM.

Story:

Upon being called back for the special mission (she was supposed to have 4 months leave due to the tragedy but as she is an incredible pilot with 2 confirmed air combat kills - suck it Hangman - her dad informed her of the mission and she decided to go), Rooster is there to comfort her after the whole death thing. Let's just say Hangman takes it the wrong way and thinks the two are a thing jealous Jake alert but when Tori explains the real story to him after being injured during a training session, he confesses his love, cheesy as ever.

*I aim to have 10 chapters of this story eventually, hope you like it!*

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Flashbacks. Victoria Kazansky was no stranger to them. She’d had them every night since the accident. Usually they’d wake her up with a start around two or three in the morning, then she’d get up, drink a bit of warm milk, and go back to sleep, but this time it wouldn’t work. She tried everything, but she couldn’t go back to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his plane shot down by enemy aircraft while she just sat there in her F-18 with a horrified look on her face, she heard his screams and promises of eternal love as the plane fell towards the water below, she lost her fiancé over and over and over.

It wasn’t a coincidence that her nightmares were worse than usual. It was the day of Jeffrey’s funeral. She was just supposed to stand there in that black dress, let a few tears flow down her cheeks, and accept the condolences of the naval aviators around her. But all Tori felt like doing was rolling up into a ball on her bed - one that now felt too big - and crying herself to sleep. She couldn’t even fathom standing in front of two, let alone two hundred, people in only twelve hours. So Tori did the one thing she thought had a chance of working. She called Rooster.

Being Iceman’s daughter, Tori’s whole childhood was spent playing with Bradley Bradshaw. He may have been four years older than her, but the two were inseparable. As the two got older, and Maverick pulled Rooster’s papers from the naval academy, they grew apart a bit. It was only when Bradley and Victoria ended up in the same class at flight school (and later Top Gun) that they really became best friends again. The two called each other for everything - Rooster called Tori when he set it off with a girl, Tori called Rooster when she and Jeffrey got engaged, and normal, non-relationship-related things. They spent so much time together that people even assumed the two would end up together, but they truly had no feelings for one another except for brotherly and sisterly ones. Rooster was actually supposed to be Jeffrey’s best man at the wedding, as the two had been close at Top Gun, but now that was all ruined. He’d tried to call Tori countless times since the incident, but she’d only picked up once, saying, “I’m so sorry. I know you and Jeffrey were so close” and hanging up. This made her extremely nervous to call him this time, especially since it was extremely early in the morning.

She clicked on his contact on her phone and hesitantly hit the call button. It rang twice, and then he picked up. Tori let out a small gasp.

“Tori? Victoria? Um, did you call me on purpose?” He asked. She didn’t know what to do, but somehow she found her voice and answered.

“Brad! Yes, uh, yeah, I did mean to call you. I…I need someone to talk to. I can’t sleep, and I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through the funeral.” Victoria admitted. She didn’t get a reply right away, hearing rustling, walking, door-slamming, and the sound of a car turning on before Bradley responded.

“I’m so sorry, Tor. I honestly couldn’t sleep either. I know this is really hard for you. But hey, I’m here. I’m always gonna be here. I got you, Stony.” It was the first time Tori had heard her call sign in a while, and it was surprising.

“Thank you, Bradley.” She sat there in silence for a minute, but the absence of sound wasn’t awkward at all.

“So, what did you end up doing?” Bradley broke the silence. Tori almost asked, “In regards to what?”, but then realized what he was referring to. Her eyes immediately found her left ring finger.

*timeskip: two weeks before*

“Lieutenant Kazansky. Thank you for coming in. I know you’ve had a really hard few days, but we have an important question to ask you.” Vice Admiral Simpson, aka Cyclone, gave her a solemn smile as he spoke. Rear Admiral Solomon "Warlock" Bates sat beside him.

“Of course, sir.” Tori responded, sitting down in the chair before her.

“The funeral for Lieutenant Hart - Jeffrey - is to be in two weeks. We have preparations all set up, so you don’t have to worry about anything, especially funding, but the people who are taking care of Lieutenant Hart’s…person…would like to know one thing. Would you like to bury anything with him?”

Tori sat there for a second in shock. The question was simple, and one she should’ve expected, but it seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Warlock added. “You can set up another meeting with us in a week’s time, or even send your correspondence - with any potential items you’d like to bury - so it will arrive by then.”

“Okay. I’m not quite sure at the moment, but is there a time next week that I can meet with you?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yes, of course. How about next Tuesday at 1600 hours?” Cyclone asked.

“Sure. That sounds good. Thank you both.” Tori replied, then saluted the two men. She received two nods and sad smiles as she left the room.

*back to original timeline*

Tori looked at her now-bare finger, where the small but beautiful diamond sat for many months.

“I’m having them bury it with him. My ring. It seems too soon to even be talking about this, but I know Jeffrey would’ve wanted me to move on, and if I do, it’s a bit weird to be wearing my engagement ring from my late fiancé.” She let a lone tear slip down her cheek as she spoke.

“That’s very brave of you, Tori.” She could hear the smile in Rooster’s voice. “You’re right. Phantom would’ve wanted you to move on.”

There was a knock at the door.

“I’m proud of you.” Rooster said to her face and through the phone. Tori immediately put her phone in her pocket and flung her arms around him.

“Oh, Bradley, you didn’t have to come all the way here!” Tears came to her eyes, and they were finally happy ones.

“All the way here? My apartment’s five minutes away, Tor!” Bradley laughed.

“Let me make you something. What do you want? Toast? Tea?”

“You sound like my mother,” Rooster smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “It’s three in the morning, Stony, I’m good on food. Sleep sounds great, though.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s not like you haven’t slept in my bed before.” Tori blurted out. “Okay, that sounded way too suggestive, you know what I mean!”

“Of course I know what you mean, Vic. You’re fine.”

Bradley and Victoria slept through the morning, waking up around eleven - giving them plenty of time before the funeral. She was extremely thankful for his presence, as it took her mind off things and allowed her to feel normal again as they went out for breakfast, went grocery shopping, and watched TV, as best friends do. When Tori got a call from her dad at one, she especially needed Bradley, as she nearly fainted upon hearing the news.

“Tori. I know this isn’t the right time, but I wanted to get to you before Bradley gets the official call.” The older man said. “You might have to go back to Top Gun.”

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