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[munsster]

٠ ࣪⭑ sweeter than fiction

‎pairing: clark kent x reader (3.0K words)

summary: after a night of drinking, clark is by your side the moment you text him, helping take care of you all night long. he may be superman, but being yours is his favorite job (⭑ anon request!)

warnings & content: drunk reader, mentions of drinking, general drunkness, female reader, you embarrass yourself more than once, clark does not mind, simp clark as per usual, this might be the sweetest, gushiest fic i've ever written, lots of talk of waffles and krypto, kara mentions!

Clark Kent couldn’t get drunk. Not with a body powered by the yellow sun, not with his Kryptonian metabolism. Alcohol didn’t even make a dent.

You, however, were delightfully human.

So when you mentioned two weeks ago that Cat Grant was hosting a girls-only birthday party, Clark had known exactly what that meant. Glitter, bad decisions, and cocktails named things like “Blushing Cosmopolitan” or “Death by Tequila.” You had smiled like it was nothing—“just a night out with the girls”—but he’d marked the calendar in his head all the same.

So when his phone buzzed at twelve fifteen with a slurred “Babeeee, I might be dying,” he wasn’t even surprised. He was also quite sure you weren’t dying. You probably just had a headache, stomach ache, or both. Which, to you, was the equivalent of death, apparently.

The night air was sharp against his skin as he touched down in the alley behind your apartment, a red-and-blue blur cradling you close. Your arms were looped lazily around his neck, cheek nuzzled into the space between his jaw and shoulder like it belonged there. You’d fallen into a fit of giggles somewhere over Midtown, thoroughly amused by how his hair caught in the wind.

“You’re like—like a shampoo commercial,” you mumbled, barely coherent but utterly enchanted. “Superman: Now with bounce.” Your breath was warm against his neck. He could smell whatever fruity drink you had been drinking not too long before.

Clark laughed softly, warmth blooming in his chest. “You think I should endorse hair products now?” He held you tight enough that your dress wouldn’t ride up against the wind.

“You could do anything,” you sighed dreamily. Were his eyes always this shade of blue? “You’re so tall.”

“That’s the altitude talking.”

You whined, snuggling impossibly closer. “Nooo. I’m serious! You’re like a human tree. But, like, hot. Like that one character from those one movies—you know the ones I mean! You’re like him, all alien, but you can speak! And you’re not a tree, you’re a human tree. A human Kryptonian tree. My tree.”

He shook his head, trying not to melt entirely. “Alright, honey, let’s get you inside.”

You were mostly quiet as he carried you up the steps, unlocking the door with the spare key you’d given him “just in case.” You always said it like it was nothing, but Clark kept that little key in his wallet like it was sacred.

He also spent half the week in your apartment, the other half was with you in his. So, it wasn’t really “just in case.” More like, “for when it’s your turn.”

Inside, your apartment smelled faintly of lavender dryer sheets and your vanilla-sugar body lotion. Clark didn’t turn on the overhead lights—just flicked on the small lamp near the couch, casting the room in a soft, golden glow. He knew your thing about overhead lights so late at night. He also didn’t want to give you a worse headache than he was sure you already had.

He set you down on the edge of your bed like you were made of spun sugar. Your arms refused to leave his neck.

“Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said gently, crouching to slip your shoes off one by one. You watched him through fluttering lashes, lips parted, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with alcohol. 

Clark stood again and took your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You want pajamas?”

You nodded, then added, “But you have to pick.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

From your dresser, he pulled out your favorite oversized T-shirt—his old college one, the one that had his name faded on the back and still smelled like laundry detergent and him—and a pair of soft sleep shorts. Ironically, it was a red Metropolis University shirt and navy sleep shorts. Clark always loved seeing you in his colors.

You changed with clumsy fingers while Clark turned away respectfully, still close, still keeping an ear on your heartbeat just in case. When you were done, you collapsed back onto the bed, dramatically sprawled.

“I feel like a wiggly noodle,” you muttered. “And everything tingles. Like my skin is alive. I’m a whole alive noodle.”

He turned back around and tried not to laugh. “A very cute noodle.”

“Flatter me more and I might die.”

Clark sat on the bed beside you, brushing your hair back from your face. Clark loved to see your face clearly. “Then I’ll take my time.”

You looked at him with bleary, soft eyes. “Why are you so nice to me?”

He blinked, stunned by the question. “Because I love you.”

Your whole body went still. No, it wasn’t the first ever time Clark had said it. Clark Kent was a yearner, a lover boy. You knew that from the beginning. Clark openly admitted he was in love with you before you even started dating. But no matter how many times he told you he loved you—it was the way he said it. The way he said it like you mattered. Like you were the only person he’d ever spoken those words to. Like he meant them. And he did, every single time. 

Clark smiled, slow and honest. “I do. I love you. I love how you ramble when you're nervous. I love that you drink the worst gas station coffee just because it's fast. I love how you always send me photos of stray dogs with captions like ‘new best friend?’ Or when you send me cute little updates during the work day just because you miss me.”

Your lower lip trembled. It was mostly the alcohol, but your heart would still be melting even if you weren’t drunk. Clark had that effect. You were sure it was a Kryptonian thing.

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning forward, thumb brushing your cheek like you were so soft. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” you sniffled. “I’m drunk and I’m crying and my eyeliner’s probably on my collarbone and I love you too and you’re gonna get a smudge and—”

Clark kissed you. Gentle and quiet. One hand on your cheek, the other supporting the back of your head as if you were made of something rare. Clark always kissed you like you were the only person in the world. To him, you were. You were his world. 

 When he pulled back, your tears were still there—but your smile had returned.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay,” he echoed, and eased you back into the pillows.

After a moment, properly comfortable, you asked, “What kind of food does Krypto eat?” Your voice was just as soft before. No change in tone. That was what made it impossibly funnier.

Clark blinked, momentarily surprised by the randomness to your question. “What kind of food does he eat?” Clark repeated back to you. He sounded confused, yes, but that tone of love laced underneath his tone was just filled with endearment. 

With a nod, you turned to stare at the ceiling. “Did Krypton have dog food? Would he have eaten Kryptonian food? Should you even be eating human food?”

Clark blinked again, then let out a soft laugh as he looked down at you—your face serious, eyes wide, utterly drunk and full of wonder.

He brushed a strand of hair from your cheek. “You’re really committed to this line of questioning, huh?”

“It’s important,” you mumbled, as if discussing national security. “What if he has dietary restrictions? Or—or like, super digestion. Can dogs even eat alien meat? What if he gets sick? What if you get sick?! Clark, what if you’ve been lactose intolerant this whole time and just didn’t know because you’re Superman?”

Now he was laughing, the sound low and warm, echoing softly through your room. “Krypto eats what I eat,” he explained, gently pulling the blanket up around your shoulders. “Which is usually regular food. Bacon, sometimes. He really likes peanut butter.”

You turned your head toward him with a dramatic gasp. “What if he’s allergic?”

“He’s not,” Clark assured with a smile, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. “I took him to the vet.”

“What kind of vet treats alien dogs?”

He considered that for a second. “One that owes me a favor.” Mister Terrific. Was he a proper vet? No, not really. But he had the correct database to be.

You stared at him for a long beat. Then your lip wobbled. “That’s so nice. You’re so nice. Guys who are nice to dogs are so hot and so nice.”

“Hey, hey,” Clark said softly, shifting to press a kiss to your temple. “No tears tonight. Save the emotional crisis for tomorrow when you’re all rested up, yeah?”

You sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. “Can you wake me up with waffles?”

“I’ll even make the syrup warm.”

You blinked up at him, slow and sleepy. “Do you think Krypto would like waffles?”

Clark smiled, so fond it hurt. “Only if you make them.”

“Okay,” you whispered again, voice barely a breath.

And Clark just stayed there, watching you drift off beside him, thinking to himself that there was no multiverse—no planet, no time, no reality—where he wouldn’t love you exactly like this.

The morning crept in slow and golden.

Sunlight filtered lazily through the gauzy curtains, painting the walls in soft, honeyed light. The apartment was quiet, the kind of sacred hush reserved for Sunday mornings and gentle hangovers. You were still curled in bed, sheets tangled around your legs, Clark’s pillow tucked under your cheek. The scent of last night lingered faintly—lavender, sugar, and the warmth of his skin.

Your head throbbed. Not aggressively, but enough to make your eyes squeeze shut again with a groan.

You didn’t remember much after Clark helped you out of your shoes and into your pajamas—his old college tee, soft and oversized, draped over your frame like armor. But you remembered his voice. Calm, steady, endlessly patient. You remembered his hands, warm and sure as they helped you get comfortable. You remembered the way he kissed your forehead when you told him—half-crying, half-laughing—that you loved him.

A quiet clink sounded in the next room. The unmistakable murmur of a coffee machine finishing a brew.

Then came the footsteps. Slow, careful. Bare feet padding across the floor like he didn’t want to wake you, even though he already knew you were awake. You heard the door creak open, and a soft rustle as he entered.

“Morning,” Clark said quietly, like his voice didn’t want to disturb the peace.

You made a noise that could only be described as a gremlin groan, dragging the comforter halfway over your head. “Nope. I’m deceased.”

“I brought coffee to resurrect you. Like always,” His voice was teasing, but impossibly gentle.

When you peeked out, he was crouching beside the bed, holding your favorite mug—lavender ceramic, a little chipped on the rim, the words coffee first, world second faded from too many washes. The steam rising from the top made your eyes water with need.

“I love you,” you whispered, eyes wide and reverent.

He grinned. “That’s the hangover talking.”

“It’s the truth talking.” You sat up with a whine, taking the mug with both hands and hunching over it like a dragon guarding treasure. “You’re a saint.”

Clark sat on the edge of the bed, still in the same sweatpants from last night, his white T-shirt slightly rumpled. His hair was a mess of soft, dark curls, still pushed up slightly in the front from the wind the night before.

“I feel like death,” you mumbled. “Do I look like death?”

“You look like the love of my life,” he said without skipping a beat. “But with eyeliner on your cheek.” He reached over to help try and wipe some of it off of your face. It really only smeared it more, but it was adorable nonetheless.

You laughed, which turned into a wince. “Ow. Even laughing hurts.”

Clark reached over to the nightstand, producing a bottle of water and a couple of painkillers he’d already set out like the careful planner he was. “Here. These first. Then maybe toast?”

You took them with a grateful sigh, gulping the water and letting yourself lean against him afterward, your head falling onto his shoulder like it belonged there.

“I’m sorry you had to take care of me,” you murmured.

“I’ll always take care of you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You know that.”

“But you didn’t even get to have fun,” you whispered. “You can’t drink. You were basically my babysitter.”

“I don’t need to get drunk,” he said simply. “You’re my fun. I love to take care of you. You’re mine to take care of. It’s a job I take very seriously. That counts for illness or wild drunkness.”

You looked up at him, eyes bleary but warm. “You really mean that?”

He nodded, brushing a hand gently over your knee. “You talk more when you’ve been drinking. You told me I belonged in a shampoo commercial. You asked me about Krypto a lot, too. You were oddly worried about his diet.”

“Well someone has to care for him. It’s not like Kara feeds him well, ” you muttered.

He smiled. “I know.” He paused before cracking another wide smile. “You asked if Krypto would like waffles.”

You groaned, slumping fully into his side. “This is the worst.”

“No,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “This is the best. You, in my shirt, hungover and sleepy, curled up next to me like you belong here.”

You blinked at him. “Clark Kent.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners, that soft, sunshine smile blooming across his face like he’d been waiting forever to hear you say it again. “I’m in love with you too.”

You kissed his jaw, just barely, your lips brushing the edge of his stubble. Then, with your face buried into his neck and your coffee still warm in your hands, you mumbled, “But also, if you don’t feed me soon, I will die.”

Clark laughed, stood up, and pressed another kiss to your forehead before heading for the kitchen.

“Waffles?” he called.

“You’re a saint!” you called after him.

From the kitchen, his voice was light and loving: “I know.”

The smell of waffles drifted through the apartment, warm and golden, syrup-thick in the air. It coaxed you from under the blanket like a lure, your feet padding quietly across the cool hardwood floor, Clark’s old shirt hanging off one shoulder and your sleep shorts slightly askew. The morning light was soft, golden-pink, the kind of light that made everything feel a little dreamlike. You stopped at the doorway to the kitchen and leaned your shoulder against the frame, watching him.

Clark stood at the stove, barefoot, his hair still tousled from sleep and flight, flipping waffles like it was a holy ritual. The way the morning sun hit him—like it always seemed to—made him glow a little. Not in a “he’s Superman” way. Just.. in a “this man is the softest part of the universe and somehow he’s mine” kind of way.

He glanced over his shoulder when he felt your presence. “Hey. You’re up.”

You made a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a hum. “That smells like love.”

Clark chuckled, plating the waffle and adding a generous drizzle of warm syrup before sliding the dish onto the counter. “Love, and real Vermont maple.”

You crossed the kitchen to him, arms looping around his waist from behind as you pressed your cheek against his back. “You’re spoiling me.”

“That’s the idea.” He turned in your arms and kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there for a moment. You could feel his heartbeat through his shirt—steady, grounding.

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes still puffy from sleep and remnants of last night, but warm. “You meant it, right? Everything you said?”

Clark didn’t hesitate. “Every word.”

Your chest squeezed a little. You stood on tiptoe and kissed him—slow and lingering, like you were still tasting sleep and syrup and the soft hum of being in love. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

Then you sat at the counter, legs swinging as you took your first bite, letting out a happy moan that made Clark laugh. He sat across from you, his coffee in one hand, the other lightly resting on your knee under the table.

“I’m thinking pancakes tomorrow,” he mused.

You grinned around your next bite. “That sounds like a marriage proposal.”

His eyebrows lifted, amused. “Noted.”

You nearly choked on a laugh, and he handed you a napkin like it was routine. Like you could do this a hundred times over. And honestly? You could. A hundred mornings, a thousand. Just you and him. Waffles and sleepy kisses and the easy rhythm of something that felt like forever.

Clark’s phone, from across the room, was buzzing, screen lighting up with a name you couldn’t quite read from so far away. “Clark, your phone,” you pointed out, nodding your head over to the device. It still sat on his counter, buzzing away.

“I’ll check later. I still want you to need me right now.”

Outside, the city started to wake up. But in here, wrapped in warmth and laughter and the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures to be epic, time slowed. Clark leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, and you leaned into it like it was the only thing that mattered.

Kara: bitch

Kara: answer

Kara: fine i see how it is

Kara: make me use a phone and not respond

Kara: im sending krypto over for the next week or so again

Kara: was going to warn you but i guess not

Kara: have fun

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oh i’m so full force back on my luca bs

"an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them" with Luca please!

a/n: i love luca so so bad i fear s3 has giving me horrific brain rot for him baby boy i’m knocking on ur door and getting on one knee

contents: kissing, some pda, cluelessness, all my faves

"I mean... I think we're just friends, right?"

Luca takes a long swig from his cold beer pint. Using the drink as an excuse to buy himself time to think. It was some draft IPA that was just the perfect level of pretentious where he didn’t look like a dick but separated himself from some domestic bottle. Something that would matter to no one except a man with his level of perception anxiety. Condensation dripping down his wrist which your eyes follow, trailing the drops as they roll down his forearm.

"Right. And would it be worth risking things between us to test out... Something more? Because I don't want to lose you just to find out we’re being a touch crazy.”

"I don't want to lose you either." You rush out after his sentence, shaking your head while resting your hands on your knees. The rough material of your jeans against your palms helping to keep you grounded.

It had been a half an hour since you and Luca passed some wonderful older woman on the street who needed directions. Luca was able to relay them by heart, though it didn’t stop you from double checking on your phone to ensure you didn’t send her off on a misguided path. She beamed at the two of you once she knew her way, patting Luca’s arm and asking the question that has broken the two of you ever since. “How long have you two been married?”

To which the two of you sputtered out a mess of words, none of which made any sense, and the older woman gave a tsk tsk tsk. “You better propose before it’s too late. Shouldn’t let such a catch get away.” The takes off on her journey. Both of you stood their with your jaws dropped before you finally started continuing on your path to the bar and trying to laugh it off.

But neither of you could let it go.

“We could-…“ You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and strengthening your resolve, “We could kiss? That way we can feel there’s nothing there and get it out of minds.”

Luca stares down at his beer, eyeing the way the foam is slowly dissipating and contemplating his options. “Just one kiss?”

You nod, “Just one. Lips only, no tongue, nothing crazy.”

His body’s turning to you, eyes filled with apprehension. Searching your face for any sign of doubt, which he doesn’t find, before nodding back to you. “Just one. We’re realize how silly this is and put it behind us.”

Luca’s hand comes to rest on top of yours, the bar suddenly feeling so much warmer and intimate than before. Thankfully no one was paying attention to your little table tucked away in the back corner. He’s watching your breathing, watching your expression. Catches your tongue dart out to moisten your lips and he does the same.

He’s close enough now where you can feel the warmth rolling off his body, you can hear each steady breath he takes. “Just… Stop me if this is weird, yeah?”

You nod, leaning in as well until your noses brush against each other and your eyes fall closed before your lips connect against his. They’re slightly cold from his drink, hints of beer still on his lips. You stay connected for just a moment before you pull away, eyeing him apprehensively.

“How was that?”

He sucks in some air, staying close to you still. “It was, uhm, chaste. To say the least.”

There’s a flush on your cheeks at that.

“Well… I mean, We can do a real kiss if you want.”

Luca’s eyes are on yours, his hand moving to slide up your thigh and grabs ahold of it. “We should just make sure, y’know? Because that told me nothing.”

It’s a flawed plan but you’re not thinking as clearly with him this close.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you bring the two of you closer once again. Your lips finding his and you let out a soft moan as you feel his part under yours. He takes the chance to let his tongue slide against your bottom lip before slipping between your lips and into your mouth. You lace one of your hands in his hair while his free arm wraps around your waist now.

It’s his turn to groan into the kiss. The sound causes you to press your thighs together while your tongue moves along his. Your breathing is picking up and you’re convinced he can hear just how hard your heart is beating.

He tastes sweet. The IPA mixed with vanilla from the custard he kept having to taste during service. It was addicting to say the least.

Minutes, hours, days pass by as you lose yourself in him. Eventually you hear him groan, pulling back slightly to press another kiss to your bottom lip before leaning back in his chair. Beaming at your shocked expression.

Your hand comes up, fingers resting against your lips as you chase the feeling of the kiss. Oh.

Luca has to adjust himself on the seat, chuckling at the sight of you as he tries to relax his breathing. “She, uh, she might have known what she was talking about.”

Luca looks smug, even with his blushing cheeks, as he takes another drink of his beer. His hand never leaving your thigh.

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little white lie

A/N: saw this video where a girl pretended to roll her ankle to get the hot medic to take care of her and yeah. what if i said firefighter!clark.

Pairing: Firefighter!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Summary: You think of the perfect excuse to get the attention of Metropolis’ finest firefighter. 1.2k words

Warnings: fluff, flirting, kissing, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, darling, hotshot)

"Is everyone alright?"

Oh, but you hadn't been alright since he showed up on the scene—the aftermath of some otherworldly battle. Since he stepped off the engine in those thick boots and cinched pants, you hadn't been seeing straight.

So, naturally, you ended up on the ground, cradling your ankle and whining about how it planted weird as you were fleeing. A stranger flags the towering firefighter, and for just a moment, you lock eyes.

Now, Clark would never admit to reckless use of his x-ray vision, but you and your ankle seemed perfectly fine to him. But with the imminent danger gone, and his colleagues already tending to other civilians, he had time to spend. He just got lucky that this one was real pretty.

"What’s the matter, miss?"

And your heart's already fluttering, rushing in your ears when he looks through you with those big, glassy eyes.

"My ankle. Twisted it on a crack," you say, gesturing behind you at the uneven pavement.

"Damn useless infrastructure," he hums with a voice smooth as silk with just a sprinkle of playfulness, "Here, let's get you to a bench."

And he flashes this glimmering, pageant-worthy smile that makes you think he ought to be doing anything but fighting fires and serving the community. This guy must have a serious heart of gold to ignore the call of a full-time modeling career.

"Can you put any weight on it?" the large and conveniently handsome fireman cradles your elbow carefully, helping you onto your 'good' leg.

"You are really beautiful," you huff.

He’s startled by the compliment, flushing pink while guiding you to the closest park bench.

"Why thank you, miss." There’s a subtle southern drawl there that you'd miss if you weren't prematurely infatuated with him. You’re starting to think you might have to become a serial arsonist just to see him more often. "Does it hurt when I do this?"

He’s suddenly knelt at your feet, holding your calf and slowly rotating your foot to pinpoint the pain. Or at least, he hopes that’s what it seems like he's doing. He’s really just entertaining whatever motive you must have for faking an injury. He’d never admit it, but he'd take any excuse to receive compliments from a pretty girl like you.

"D’you have a first name, mister Kent of Metropolis Fire Department?"

He chuckles at the formality in your tone, ducking his head trying to mask the heat rising to his cheeks. He’s never felt more like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Clark. Clark Kent of Metropolis Fire Department," he says.

"It’s a pleasure, Clark Kent," you coo, "Come here often?”

“Believe it or not, I do. There’s always some rogue bicycle incident or explosive extraterrestrial that requires our presence. City center seems to be a popular breeding ground for emergencies.”

“Maybe I’m the one who should come here more often,” you tease, cocking a brow when he glances up at you through his dark lashes.

He grins, and you’re blinded. He’s the kind of beautiful that makes your heart race no matter how used to it you think you might be. The dimples in his cheeks only stand to mock you. Clearly, the universe is playing favorites.

“I’ll get you an ice pack. Don’t go anywhere.” Your firefighter stands, blocking the sun until it halos around his dark curls, painting him an adonis.

“Wait!” you plead, “I have to tell you something.”

He turns to you, hands planted squarely on his hips as a sly smirk graces his expression.

“What’s that, darlin’?”

And oh, how the butterflies stir in your stomach. Suddenly, you’re nervous to tell him, but you feel like you’ve wasted enough of his time flirting and damsel-in-distressing.

“I didn’t really twist my ankle,” you admit with a disappointed sigh. He looks confused with a raised eyebrow, scrutinizing your guilty face with a quirked smile.

“Oh, really?” he teases.

“Yeah,” you huff, “but it was a pretty good excuse to spend time with a handsome firefighter.”

He holds out his hand with subtle and half-hearted exasperation. His smile gives him away, and it’s even better from up close when you let him pull you to your feet, catching a gentle waft of his woodsy yet sweet cologne.

“How about I give you my number and you can spend time with me whenever you want. Off the clock.”

It leaves you stunned for a second. You can’t do much more than gaze into his deep blue eyes thinking it’s not a bad view from here. Your heart races when you check back into reality.

“Clark Kent, that was incredibly smooth. You use that on all the ladies you rescue?”

“No, just the ones who don’t need rescuing at all. Or give me small, individually wrapped candies from their purse.”

“Well, good thing this worked out because I forgot my candy purse at home today.”

“And what a disaster it would’ve been if you had remembered! I’d probably just have to marry you all over again.”

You giggle when he slips his hand around your waist and across your lower back. It truly never gets easier to be away from your civil servant sweetheart, so you came up with this ruse one day just to see him more often (and promptly made him promise to play along). So long as it wouldn’t get in the way of those in need, you reasoned. But timing was always on your side when it came to Clark.

“In the middle of the city center?”

“Right here, right now, sweetheart. I was just on one knee, we’re already half-way there.”

“We’re making great time, maybe we should take a little detour,” you whisper, slipping your arms up over his shoulders. He hums softly under his breath. You take an indulgent tug of his curls, and he gets this subtly stern look on his face that makes your stomach flip just enough. “A little something for the road.”

“I think we’ve got time for that,” he says. He dips his head, tilting to fit himself against your soft mouth. You smile into his kiss and feel yourself press closer to his warm chest. Metropolis melts away at the beat of your hearts together. You think you ought to convince him to run away with you. But you know these musings are only a symptom of Clark kissing you silly. And they all vanish into thin air when he presses his tongue to the seam of your lips.

“Kent! You’re on call, no time for kissing strangers!” his chief hollers.

“She’s my wife! Gimme two goddamn seconds!”

He turns back to you with that sweet excitement that’s typically reserved for overzealous puppies and babies in candy stores. He takes your face in his big hands and gives you a handful of wet, farewell kisses until you’re a giggling mess in his grasp.

And he can’t stop himself from pulling away just to look at you. Hands dropping to your jaw and waist, giving him a perfect view of your well-kissed lips and softened expression.

“See you tonight, hotshot,” you tease. And with that, he gives your ass a pat goodbye before jogging back towards the engine. He smiles to himself all the way back to the station.

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CLARK KENT

Little White Lie — (Firefighter AU) You think of the perfect excuse to get the attention of Metropolis’ finest firefighter.

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Imagine your goal is to ruin Nancy Wheeler’s life:

You never liked Nancy Wheeler. Simple. As. That.

It was honestly the way she thought she was too good to share the swings with you in the 4th grade that told you to dislike this girl. 

The nail in the hate coffin was when you started being mean to your little brother Dustin whenever he tried talking to her because of his childish crush on her. 

Like he was just asking her about pizza, she didn’t have to shut the door in his cute toothless face. 

It didn’t take you much to plan on ruining her life, you already knew from Mike’s complaining that she really just cared about her grades and her new relationship with Steve Harrington. 

Now Steve Harrington and you, Y/N Henderson were complicated. 

A constant trail of on and off flirting and longing looks since the beginning of High School when you called him out in front of everyone for not being talented enough to be both handsome and good at sports. (You are not sorry because he just was not good at basketball.)

The Queen of Hawkins High was too busy with getting the best scores, babysitting, working at a homeless shelter, and being student president to think about having a relationship. 

It was all to get into a good college and to make Nancy look like a second-hand student compared to the angel you were. (Getting adults to love you is key to getting away with being a bitch to another bitch.)

Did you become student president after seeing that Nancy wanted it? Yes.

You do, however, babysit the boys out of a pure corner of your heart since they are like little brothers to you. (Will is your favorite, but Dustin doesn’t have to know that….He does know and is greatly offended.)

The only people who see through your act are Nancy, Dustin, and Jonathan, but not Steve who believes even if you did it you were still in the right with those pretty doe eyes of yours. 

Naturally, Jonathan has been your friend since childhood and is the reason you didn’t cut off Nancy’s pigtails in the 4th grade. 

He knew about your plan to steal Steve from Nancy, but hey it also worked in his favor of Nancy reminding single…god forbid you ever found out about his crush on her. (You knew about it and were greatly disappointed in his bad taste.)

It really wasn’t hard for you to steal Steve from Nancy because the shock on her face when she saw you at Steve’s tiny pool party, standing in his jacket and then going to sit on his lap! (It was delicious to you.)

It’s not like Nancy and Steve were exclusive, he was just with her thinking you’d never give him the time of day until you started ranting in Homeroom about how stressed you’ve been and were in need of a breather.

Steve invited you solely as a friend, who also forgot he invited Nancy until she knocked on his door. (You knew he invited Nancy and heard them by the lockers when you were hanging missing posters for Will.)

Nancy tried gaining Steve’s attention by jumping in the pool and shotgunning a beer, but she knew you won the moment she saw you leading Steve up the stairs to his bedroom. (She was in tears and Barb took her home that night for a sad girl sleepover. [how it should have been!])

Nancy’s affections were slowly moving toward Jonathan in their monster hunting bonding yet it felt like Steve all over again when she saw you joining:

Nancy: “What is she doing here, Jonathan?”

Y/N: “Jonathan, what are you doing with the enemy?”

Jonathan *nervous*: “I’m afraid to explain.”

Jonathan explains to Nancy that you were a girl scout leader, so they needed your tracking skills and he confessed to you, in front of Nancy, that he liked her. 

You were mortified by this and realized Nancy had beat you in something and stole the heart of your best friend. 

Yeah, you still helped them for Will and you still saved Nancy from being eaten by a tree. (You hate her, but you don’t want her dead just mauled in the face.)

After that you didn’t speak to Jonathan, until you went to help them kill the demogorgan:

*Nancy pointing a gun at Steve*

Y/N: “Jonathan, if your girlfriend hurts my Steve, I’m beating her with the bat instead of child abducting monster.

Jonathan *proud of you*: “You called her my girlfriend.”

Steve *lovesick*: “You called me your Steve.”

Nancy: “She’s literally threatening me.”

In the end it all worked out with Will being found, who you spoiled rotten when he returned. (Dustin was super jealous but you reminded him that Will was lost in a gross dimension and he was like fair.)

It really worked out for that crazy year; Steve and Jonathan got the girls they loved, Barb didn’t get eaten just moved away, and you and Nancy still hate each other.

All was right….for now because I mean it is Hawkins.

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I'm a whore for soft Bradley. Could I request "You look so pretty like this." If you feel it, please?

I'm also a whore for soft Bradley too!

He swears he doesn't do this. It's not what his mother instilled in him.

"Don't expect anything on the first date."

"Offer to walk her to her door."

"Don't ever kiss on the first date. You don't want them to feel pressured."

God, did Bradley try to follow all those rules. He liked to think he was doing a great job too. That is, until you placed your hands in his and looked up at him with those beautiful bright eyes.

"I had a really great time tonight." Your voice was angelic, better than any song he had ever heard.

He squeezed your hands, fighting the urge to giggle when you squeezed back. It was so easy with you.

"So did I. Think we can do it again, honey?" Another rule his mother insisted on.

"Don't call a girl by some pet name. Call her by her God-given name."

But with you it just made sense. You were so fucking sweet, cloyingly so. He wanted to drown in it.

You giggled at the pet name, clearly a fan, "I would love that! Sooner rather than later though."

"I think that can be arranged." He hadn't let go of your hands. Bradley didn't want to, if he was being honest.

You raised your eyebrows, playfully, "You think? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now Bradley."

"With you? Impossible," his words gave you the confidence to step forward, your body now inches away from his.

He should step back. That would be the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.

But like a magnet, he was drawn to you. Without realizing it, he had stepped forward, almost closing the distance between his body and yours.

The action gave you the courage to step forward, tilting your chin up to get closer to his face.

That was what gave Bradley the confidence to kneel slightly, allowing his lips to finally connect to yours.

Of course you tasted sweet, why would it be anything less? Your hands found the collar of his shirt, gripping it slightly in an attempt for his lips to remain on yours.

Don't kiss on the first date, Bradley.

Did it help that you had made the first move? Bradley thought so. Still, his hands hovered over your hips, not wanting to go too far.

Your hands found his, placing them on your body.

"You look so pretty like this," he whispered, lips disconnecting from yours for much needed air.

Warmth rushed through your body, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned in to give him another pack.

"You're not so bad yourself Bradley. Actually, you're ridiculously handsome like this."

Now it was Bradley's turn to blush, the tops of his sunkissed cheeks becoming even rosier.

"Would you like to come in?" You stepped away to unlock the door, gripping the handle as you stared back at him.

You were worth breaking the rules for.

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Some rooster sketches :3

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the dagger squad as love island tropes

A/N: guess who is hooked on the new season of love island usa. guys i know it’s not as good as last year. and yet, here i am, 10 hours deep and still going strong.

Pairing: Dagger Squad x GN!Reader, Love Island AU

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

The Lone Wolf

a tease off the bat. finds a way to make out with all the ladies in the villa within two days. keeps his options and his mind wide open. everyone knows he’s trouble, and he loves a flirt (someone who can dish it right back). deep down, he is looking for a true connection, one he had a hard time finding elsewhere. he’s the most judgmental bitch on the island, and he knows he’s found the one when you can talk shit together. he’s also hesitant to close off his coupling too soon because of the nature of the game, but he shares a moment with you in soul ties that could have him changing his mind.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

The Husband

knew the second he saw you that he’d end up with you. and yes they are that annoying ass couple attached at the hip from day one. in it 10000% for love and devotion bordering on obsession. everyone’s like “don’t you think it’s a little soon to close off?” but he thinks it’s very normal to be exclusive after three days on the island. doesn’t care what people say or what bombshells try to distract him, he’s absolutely hooked and has no plans to leave this couple. has a hard time curbing his jealousy when someone goes in to kiss you during a challenge. but it’s all part of the game, and you remind him that whatever happens, you’ve got each other.

Javy “Coyote” Machado

The Bombshell

he’s one of those bombshells who is truly not afraid to “step on everyone’s toes”. is not fucking around about this game, but also genuinely looking for a connection and someone he can laugh with. all the boys are intimidated by his charm and his looks when he first enters the villa. takes a while to find his groove but eventually meets the partner of his dreams. loves flirting over a game of table tennis. prefers cuddling to kissing, but loves to sneak pecks when nobody’s looking. has a hard time getting over his nerves at first, but realizes he is high value once he’s finally appreciated and loved by his partner.

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

The Confidante

plays it confidently and strategically. becomes the closest with the rest of the ladies, she’s the one everyone goes to after every kiss/fight/breakdown/etc. she’s reliable and good for a secret. she uses the information to her advantage where she needs to, weighing her romantic options wisely based on what she knows from the rest of the players. keeps her options open while still relying on her original coupling. she knows she made a good choice and decides to trust her original instincts. finds someone who she can trust to share information and secrets to. she’s reliable sure, but she needs someone else to rely on sometimes, too.

Reuben “Payback” Fitch

The Wildcard

he’s reserved and in it to win it. takes his time to really get to know everyone but always has a trick up his sleeve. nobody knows what to expect after a few challenges reveal juicy truths about his personal life no one expected. doesn’t have a problem being single and is comfortable going with the flow, playing the game how it’s meant to be played. brings all the singles breakfast (and flowers!) regardless of whether or not he’s planning to couple with them. ends up having really deep conversations with his top choices and is always honest about his openness. knows friendship is the foundation for every great relationship, and finally settles into the coupling that he feels the most natural with.

Robert “Bob” Floyd

America’s Sweetheart

truly in everybody’s corner. he gets really shy for the camera at first, but everyone adores him (even ariana). he knows how to make everyone laugh and finds his hidden talent in pep talks and cheering people up. every new bombshell is obsessed with his sweetness, and all of the originals always speak so highly of him. while he’s not as outgoing as the other guys, he’s not too worried about ending up single. he knows he’s met some really great people on the island and made memories he never would have gotten to. of course, when he finally does meet his person, it’s instant. you are intelligent and quick and witty, and he’s speechless. it all comes together so naturally, he feels utterly complete with you.

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

The Accidental Love Triangle

does not know how or why this happened to him, but it’s definitely keeping him on his toes. right from the beginning, he was excited to fall in love. he adores both of his options for different reasons. in the end, he has to choose who he sees a future with. he’s in it for love, and a partner who is going to see him through. understands that this game is about more than physical attraction. he’s loved actually getting to know the person he eventually ends up with. feels devastated for the other person, but it all ends up okay when they’re met with a new bombshell who sweeps them off their feet. and he’s ecstatic with his choice, it’s cuddles every night and soul ties every day.

top gun masterlist

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getting cuteness aggression for a MAN????? not fair!!!!!! 😭😭💕💕🩷💕💕🩷💕🩷

Basic Chemistry (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: When you tag along with your best friend, Bob, to Hangman’s lakehouse for a few days, you expect sunshine, swimming, and maybe a few drinks. You don’t expect the suppressed feelings you've had to start bubbling up, especially when you're sharing close quarters and playing party games that blur the lines of friendship. WORD COUNT: 5.3k WARNINGS: Best friends to lovers, Drinking and drunken actions, slight jealous Bob, slight insecure Bob. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED?! (I can't believe I actually wrote this trope) NOTES: Inspired by the monologue Lewis Pullman has in Lessons in Chemistry- "When certain atoms collide, it is instantaneous and it is inevitable. It is basic chemistry."  MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

Being invited to Jake Seresin’s lakehouse felt like a milestone reached for Y/n. She had been trying to gain more friends lately after facing the reality that she hadn’t had a solid group of friends since college, which felt like forever ago. All her friends had gone in different directions. Some settled down in the East Coast. Some moved out of the country and traveled through their years. Even the few stragglers who stayed in San Diego were now busy with their families and mommy groups. It felt like everybody had left her… except for Bob. Thankfully, her best friend since high school was often stationed in North Island. Even when he’d end up stationed somewhere else, he always somehow came back. 

Bob had introduced her to his current squadron, and she became at the very least acquainted with everybody. She was naturally closest to Phoenix, the only girl of his group and the pilot he backseated for. They quickly started texting and hanging out. Especially as Phoenix wanted to know all the embarrassing stories about Bob growing up. That’s how Bob ended up dumbfounded midair when Phoenix went-

“So Bob… We’re not gonna have any problems splitting your shorts, right? Cause a little birdie told me you have a track record.”

“I’m gonna kill her.” He radioed in.

She was so happy that Bob was trying to incorporate her more. But she tried her best not to overstep. She didn’t want to be that girl who was trying desperately to become part of the group. Though Bob was always reassuring her that they enjoyed her company. And it helped with the fact that it was obvious that some of the guys in the group were attracted to her. Hangman was his naturally flirty self, and Payback and Fanboy were always close behind.  

So the invite to the lakehouse felt like a solidification that they wanted her there. It was even better that she received the invitation directly from Jake’s number, and not through Bob. She had friends again.

Driving down the winding curves of the lake, she had her sandaled feet up on the dash of Bob’s truck. He swatted at her.

“Can you put those down? The thought of a crash freaks me out.” Bob said 

“Just drive better.” She teased, and Bob looked at her with a done expression, “Okay, okay! I won’t let my legs crash through your windshield.” She chuckled and put her legs back down.

“Thank you.” He said.

She looked out at the beautiful lake beside them. The surface sparkled in the sun, and the waves were calm and succinct. She’d never been to a lake, just the beach. With her window partially rolled down, it smelled different. Earthier. The air lacked its usual salt smell and instead had the scent of the pine trees surrounding them. Her hair whipped in the rush of wind, and she smiled, letting it hit her face. 

It was nice having some time alone with her best friend. She looked over at him and observed his relaxed face. He was focused on the road ahead, but his face wasn’t tensed like it normally was when he was concentrated. Now that was a face she had seen many times. From AP Calculus class to playing Space Invaders on his Atari, she had seen that focused face often. But at the moment, he looked calm. Probably because it was his first time in a while taking more than the weekend off work. 

She blushed and looked away. Yeah, she had always considered dating Bob. They balanced each other out, and they knew each other better than anyone else. But that’s also why they couldn’t. Their years of friendship meant too much to her. She couldn’t bear the thought of it being ruined over some petty relationship drama. 

“You excited?” Bob asked, almost sensing that she had been looking at him.

She nodded, “Yeah, I can’t wait for the ego boost I’m about to get.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. She knew how much he hated the fact that his friends all hit on her. She figured it was just because he didn’t want the drama of his best friend and his co-workers. So she enjoyed holding it over his head that all his friends were playing for her. 

“So fun.” He mumbled sarcastically. 

“Aw, don’t be like that. You always come first in my book, Bobby.” She said with a grin, noticing his small blush.

He waved her off. “Yeah. Yeah.”

As they pulled up to the lakehouse, her eyes widened at the sight of the dark wooden cabin. The house had orange pillars and windows full of flowers. It looked gorgeous, and most of all, huge. 

They drove past the little pier that went into the lake. Accompanying it was a large deck that wrapped around the house. She could make out the figures of Rooster and Hangman already holding beers. Leaning over Bob, she waved out the window.

“GETTING STARTED WITHOUT US?” She called, capturing their attention.

Bob laughed at her usual antics and honked the horn to help. 

“Hey!” Rooster and Hangman waved excitedly. 

Bob pulled the truck into the driveway, and she got out to greet them as they came down the porch. 

“Holy shit, Jake. This place is nice.” She said, looking around.

“Thank you, my dear,” Jake said, pulling her in for a side hug. 

Rooster was next, and he asked, “How was the drive?” as Bob got out of the driver's seat.

“Good. Good.” He nodded, “Got a little lost, but that’s cause Y/n isn’t the best at navigation.”

She groaned with Rooster’s arm around her. “It’s not my fault it’s so tiny on my phone.”

“We missed our exit three times.”

They all laughed, and she reached over to shove Bob’s shoulder playfully. 

“Well, everybody’s in the back. Fanboy’s barbecuing.” Jake said about to lead them over, but then he turned, “Oh- and for room accommodations, you good sleeping with Bob?”

The wording of the question made Rooster almost spit out his beer. Jake shoved him. “In the same room, I mean.” 

She laughed at Rooster’s reaction and didn’t even notice how red Bob’s face got. “Yeah, it’s totally fine. We’ve bunked together before.” She said, turning around, “Remember our Arizona trip and how you snored so loud I didn’t sleep a wink.” 

Bob laughed, easing up at that story. “Sorry, I snore more when I’m drunk.”

Rooster walked over and patted Bob’s back. “Well, sorry, but we are absolutely drinking tonight.” 

She groaned, “Just make sure there’s enough to knock my ass out cold.”

They walked onto the porch and through the side to find everybody else. Phoenix was sitting in a lounge chair next to Payback as Fanboy manned the grill right next to them. Classic 80s rock played on a small radio. They all cheered upon her and Bob’s arrival. 

“Finally, my girlfriend’s here.” Phoenix joked, reaching out with grabby hands.

Y/n laughed and waddled over to her lounge chair, squeezing in next to her. Rooster came up from behind Bob and pulled out a Polaroid camera. The girls gave him a big smile as he snapped a picture. 

“Oh, that’ll come in handy for the next few drunken nights, I’m sure,” Y/n said

“No one is safe,” Rooster said, pointing his finger at the girls. 

After a few moments of catching up, Jake put his hands on his hips. “Well, everyone’s here and the sun’s about to set. Let’s set up that campfire.”

After the boys set up a campfire by the lake (something they deemed to be a four-man job), all of them sat around it, drinking and laughing. 

“Okay- okay- okay, Y/n, what is your best story about Bob?” Rooster asked, leaning on his knee.

“I already told you guys about him splitting his shorts twice in one day!” She laughed a little, tipsy.

“I said best. Doesn’t have to be funny.” He clarified.

Bob’s brows furrowed. “Why do you wanna know?” He asked.

“That’s exactly what I mean. You’re closed off. You don’t talk about your life very much. But ever since you started bringing Y/n around, we’ve gotten to know more Bob Lore.” Rooster explained.

“And Bob lore is great,” Phoenix added.

She sat for a moment thinking. She tapped her finger to her lips. 

Then she got it.  

“Well, for our senior Prom, I was so excited because I got asked out by this guy-” “Parker Rosenwood.” Bob groaned.

She smiled. “Yes, Parker Rosenwood. And he was a very popular, attractive guy. And well, I… wasn’t. I was in the engineering club with Bob and wore a sweatervest every day.” Everybody chuckled as she took a sip of her beer. “Well, Bob also managed to score a date with Janet Waters, who was also cute and popular. But the difference was that Parker stood me up. I waited on my porch in my big poofy dress for an hour, trying not to cry. Bob ended up seeing him at the dance without me, so he immediately apologized to Janet, and he… showed up at my porch as I was bawling my eyes out.” 

The whole group was silent, immersed in the story. 

“Wow. Good on you, Bob.” Payback commented.

“What about that Janet girl?” Hangman asked.

“She fucked Parker Rosenwood in the janitors closet that night,” Bob said, shrugging.

She reached over and squeezed his shoulder, “And that could’ve been him, but he was a good friend instead.”

The group was silent again for a moment. She didn’t notice Hangman and Rooster giving each other a side eye, and Phoenix widening her eyes at Bob. 

“We should tell her how many pushups we’ve gotten Bob to do in a week,” Fanboy broke the silence, making everybody erupt into cheers and Bob groan.

A few hours later, Bob and she walked into their new shared room. Only slightly tipsy. They wanted to take it easy, considering the lake was planned for the next day. When Bob turned on the light switch, he froze at the sight of one full double bed instead of two twins like they had assumed.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. She looked over at Bob. “Well, I misunderstood what Jake meant.”

Bob shook his head and walked in. “It’s fine. We’ve done this before, haven’t we?”

She nodded. “Senior trip to Vegas.” 

“Right, and I wanted to kill you because you kept taking the blanket.”

She walked in and set her stuff down on the left side of the bed. “Hey! You know I run cold.”

They started unpacking their things, and she very casually took her shirt off to change. She was still wearing a bra underneath, and Bob had seen her in a bathing suit, so it didn’t feel that big of a deal. Especially considering she was facing away from him. But because of that, she didn’t notice Bob’s face turning bright red and how he turned away to do the same, changing out of his sweaty shirt into a new one. 

“Mmmm, you think it’s safe to swim in the lake?” She asked, breaking the silence as she took her denim shorts off to put on pajama shorts. Bob did the same but with his boxers. 

“Yeah, that’s like why we’re here.”

“But I’ve seen all those medical shows where they always say that they got some sort of brain-eating amoeba from swimming in the lake.” She said, turning around to find the both of them fully changed now. 

Bob laughed. “Just don’t drink the lake water.”

“Damn it. That was my plan all along.” She said, heading towards the bed. He followed suit. They were so comfortable with each other. It was just natural.

“You’re on your own on this one,” Bob said, getting under the covers.

“BOOOOOOOOOO!” She did the same on her side, giving him a thumbs down. 

“Sorry, I didn’t come to Hangman’s vacation house to guzzle lake water?” Bob laughed out loud. 

She loved making him laugh, and he loved how naturally out there she was. It was the perfect give and take. 

They were laughing so hard that they didn’t realize they were lying across from each other. Their faces were directly in front of each other. 

“Goodnight, Bobby. See you in the morning.” She said, reaching over to grab the remote for the fan. She turned it off, and the room went dark. Bob took his glasses off and set them on his bedside table. 

“Night, Y/n.” He said softly, closing his eyes.

It was the middle of the night when she unknowingly rolled over, bumping into a sleeping Bob. He groaned a little, mostly asleep, and instinctively pushed her back. For the next forty-five minutes, she kept rolling around and unintentionally stealing the blanket. She shivered and curled up into a ball in her sleep. 

After one last final bump, Bob, frustrated and half asleep, wrapped his arm around her, holding her in place. She stopped. A sigh of relaxation came out of her, and he let one out as well. He was too tired from the drive and the beers to think too hard about it. To feel how close she was. To know how right it felt. 

When morning came, she had her arms wrapped around him, and he did her. She woke up groggy and confused. She looked up and saw Bob’s sleeping face, and she almost gasped. Why were her arms wrapped around him? And more importantly, why were his around her? After the initial shock, she just took the time to feel the sensation of being in his arms. She admired his sleeping face for a moment. He looked hilarious. If she could reach her phone, or better, Rooster’s camera, she’d take a picture of his face smushed against the pillow. His hair sticking up every which way. 

After a few moments, Bob woke up, and she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to wake up at the same time. Like she totally wasn’t watching him sleep and finding comfort in his embrace. She yawned.

“Uh- good morning, Mrs.” She joked

Bob’s eyes blinked in confusion for a moment before he looked down and noticed she was in his arms. “Oh, uh… good morning.” He said, his face getting flustered. His voice had that early morning rasp that made her heart skip a beat. But she quickly recovered. 

She laughed and poked his chest. “Relax. We must’ve just gotten cold in our sleep.” 

He shook his head. “No, I think it’s cause you wouldn’t stay still.” 

“Because I’m so cold. And you sweat through denim.” She teased.

“Oooookay.” He said, groaning and pushing her off of him, making her cackle again.

They didn’t talk about it. They didn’t bring it up to the rest of the group, knowing they would never live it down. It didn’t matter. It was a total accident. Even if both of them hoped this mistake would happen again later that night. They walked down the steps of Jake’s back porch down to the pier, where some of the guys had already started swimming and jumping in. 

Phoenix waved at her as she swam with most of her body submerged. She waved back excitedly. She immediately took off her tank top and shorts, revealing the dark green bikini she had bought recently. Hangman, coming out of the water, let out a “WOO!” at the sight. 

“I’mma push you right back in, Seresin!” She yelled back.

“Please do. I’m gonna need a cold shower after today.” He smirked, walking up to her. She rolled her eyes, but smiled at the compliment.

Bob awkwardly set up a towel on the rocky shore. He tried not to listen in, but he couldn’t help it. Fighting the urge to throw sand at Hangman’s face, he sat down and watched everyone else for a moment.

“Is the water cold?” She asked Jake.

“Come in and find out,” He said with a grin.

She smiled and nodded, but then looked back to find Bob sitting on the towel, still with his shirt on. She put one finger up to tell Jake ‘one second’, before running over to Bob. Kneeling onto the towel, she hovered in front of him. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Oh, just- just relaxing in the sun.” He stammered a little, nodding with his awkward smile.

Her head tilted towards him with a knowing look. “Bobby, come swim. You said this was the whole point of coming here.” She said. 

They both knew he didn’t exactly enjoy taking his shirt off, and it didn’t help when the rest of his squadron looked like they came out of an Abercrombie commercial. But she also knew that Bob was built. He was in the Navy for Christ’s sakes. He was forced to be whether he wanted to or not. He just had a leaner build than some of his buddies. 

 He shrugged. 

She poked at him. “Come on. We can get brain-eating amoeba together.” She sang, making him break into a smile. “We’ll have matching hospital bracelets, and you’ll get more time off work.”

“I don’t think they’ll let me fly with something eating my brain.” He chuckled.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” She said, almost repeating what Hangman had just said to her, “Come on, Bobby, please.” She really didn’t want him to feel left out. This was his friend group, for god’s sake. 

He looked at her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. The same pleading look he’d seen plenty of times, but was never able to deny. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go swimming.” He gave in. 

“YAY!” She squealed, hugging him. “Hurry and get your SPF one million on. We can jump in together.”

He shook his head with a bashful smile and grabbed his sunblock.

She walked back over and started talking to Phoenix and Hangman, who were urging her to jump in.

“Come on. It’s refreshing.” The blonde said, running his hands through wet hair.

“I’m waiting for Bob! Hold on!” She said excitedly. 

She turned around to find Bob shyly walking towards her. He did a little wave, and she noticed his body. Wow, he had gotten more built since she had last seen him shirtless. His torso was much more defined, and his chest was chiseled. He had a wider waist than she remembered. She always noticed his arms in tight shirts, but now his biceps were on full display. Naturally, he had taken his glasses off, and he looked completely different. She could see his cheekbones better without the shadow of his lenses. He was… how would she describe it?

Suddenly remembering where the hell she was, she swallowed and smiled. “Hurry up, slowpoke!”

He smiled and shook his head, running towards her. When they reunited, they walked up the boardwalk together. 

“I’m scared it’s gonna be cold.” She whined.

“It is.” Phoenix called out, “But just jump in. It makes it easier.”

She looked over at Bob, who was already eyeing the water. He looked over at her.

“Ready?” He asked

“I GUESS.” 

He reached out his hand, and she gladly took it. 

“1… 2…” They looked at each other and started running down the pier, “3!” They jumped and splashed in. 

She was immediately hit with a shock of cold lake water. It was peaceful and quiet for a few seconds before she remembered what to do. She swam up, and when she broke through the water, Bob was waiting for her, running a hand down his face.

“You good?” He asked, and she nodded with a smile. “It’s freezing!”

Hangman started swimming over, “Hey! I’ll warm you up!”

She splashed water in his face. “In your dreams, Bagman.” 

The grin that formed on Bob’s face at her rejection should’ve been photographed. Speaking of, Rooster walked up on the pier and squatted down.

“Hey, check this out.” He said, calling over Bob. He flipped a Polaroid around to show him a developing picture from behind Bob and her mid-jump. Their hands were entwined and up in the air. 

Bob climbed the lower shelf of the dock and rested his head on his forearms. “Could you make me a copy of that?” 

Rooster smirked. “Yeah. You can have this one too, loverboy.” He said lowly.

His eyes widened. “Shut up.” He said through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, Y/n was luckily too busy in a splash fight with Hangman. Her squeals and screams drowned out their conversation. 

Rooster thumped his forehead. “Go get your girl, dumbass.”

“She’s not my girl.”

He tutted and shook his head, slapping the photograph against his hand.

“Whatever you say, Floyd.”

That night, after a long day of swimming and jumping off the dock, they ate some more barbecue and sat in the living room. Y/n, Bob, and Phoenix all sat on towels on the floor, while the rest of the guys sat on the couch. They all had their various beers and seltzers in hand. 

“Truth or Drink time,” Rooster said, shaking his beer.

Hangman groaned. “I think I got alcohol poisoning last time.” 

Phoenix laughed. “Yeah, cause you wouldn’t admit any names. So we all ganged up on figuring out which girls.” “I don’t kiss and tell.” He replied with raised brows.

Y/n laughed at that, and Bob looked at Rooster with wide eyes. As if he were begging him not to ask something specific.

“Alrighty. I’ll start.” Phoenix said with a mischievous smirk, “Rooster, where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with a girl?”

Rooster groaned immediately. “YOU KNOW THIS! I hate you. You’re gonna get me in trouble.” 

Everybody started ooo-ing and drumming their laps. 

“Well, now you gotta tell us,” Y/n said with a grin. 

The man put his face in his hands before sadly muttering. “The F-14.”

“WHAT?” The entire group screamed.

“The F-14.” He repeated, “AND THIS STAYS HERE. I will literally lose my job, and I think Maverick would put me six feet under.”

Everyone swore to secrecy. Zipping their lips and throwing away the key. 

“Well, that’s a hell of a start,” Hangman said, leaning in. He looked around before his eyes landed on Y/n. She raised her brows and pointed to herself, surprised. “Y/n, have you ever had a… not-so-dry dream about anyone here? And who?” 

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. That’s two questions.” She pointed out feeling smart in her evasive play.

“Lemme rephrase then. Who have you had a sex dream with? Cause statistically… It’s gotta be one of us.” Hangman said bluntly.

Her face turned red, and the group started gasping and egging her on. She looked down bashfully. She knew. Bob had been her best friend for so long. Of course, she had one or two… fantastic and awesome and sheet gripping dreams with him as the star. It was natural. But she couldn't lie. She had the worst poker face in all existence, and with Bob watching her face redden right next to her, it only made it worse.

She quickly took a big swig of her beer. Opting to drink. 

Everyone booed, and she laughed. Hangman smirked.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know it was me.” He teased.

“Who’s to say?” She shrugged. She left the possibility of it being Jake in the air because she didn’t want anybody narrowing it down. But she didn’t miss Bob looking down at the floor after that, looking a little disappointed.

After around an hour, they had learned too much about each other. Payback’s most embarrassing moment was pissing his flightsuit his first time he flew- which made Hangman call him ‘Pissback’ for the rest of the game. Phoenix’s go-to flirting move was betting that men couldn’t do push-ups with her sitting on their backs. Hangman once pulled a muscle during sex. And that wasn’t even the half of it. All of them ended up with way too much to drink, giggling, and lying down across the living room. 

The questions became more rapid-fire now. Either answer quickly or drink. Y/n was lying back on her elbows, watching the whole thing happen. Not many questions were thrown her way because it slowly became a game of getting people to re-tell embarrassing stories they all already knew. The beers buzzed in her head, and her cheeks hurt from smiling. She was mid-laughter when suddenly Hangman went-

“Y/n, if Bob asked you out, would you say yes?”

“Yeah.”

FUCK. Her eyes widened. Did that just? Did she just? Bob’s head practically snapped off his neck at how fast he turned to look at her. She had said it so casually. As if she had been waiting for someone to ask. But the mortification quickly took over.

“I-I- mean.” She stammered, horrified now. “I mean, he’s my best friend, so if anybody were to-” What was she supposed to say? She was just digging herself into a deeper hole now.

The whole group watched her with wide eyes. It was a little too silent now. She took a bigger swig of her beer. 

“Do we have anything stronger?” She giggled awkwardly. 

Bob’s face was completely red, and he couldn’t stop staring at her in disbelief. 

“And I think that’s the end of Truth or Drink,” Rooster said with a drunken laugh.

Once everybody went back to normal, drinking and watching a movie in the living room, she quickly excused herself to get some fresh air. She stumbled out onto the porch, a little drunk, and grabbed onto the wooden railing. Inhaling the fresh air, she felt a little better. The sounds of the cicadas and lapping lake water gently mixed with the muffled sounds of people talking inside and the movie playing. 

Her heart still felt like it was pounding out of her chest. How the hell was she supposed to share a room with him after that? A BED even? 

She heard the sliding door open and close behind her, and she knew who it was. Who else would it be? 

“Y/n…” Bob started.

She didn’t say anything at first, just looked out at the nearby lake.

“Y/n, come on, talk to me. You know you can.” Bob said, looking back to see Rooster and Phoenix waving him forward. He walked forward and leaned on the railing right next to her. Their arms brushed, and she shivered. She couldn’t tell if it was because of the breeze or…

“Look, we’re both drunk. I- I didn’t… It was so fast and-” She started.

“Don’t give me that,” Bob said sternly, shaking his head, and that made her turn to face him. A small frown sat on his lips, and his brows were slightly furrowed. That focused face she knew so well. “We both know. We’ve both known for so long that… you mean everything to me.” He turned to face her now, “And it’s not just because you’re gorgeous or because you’re the funniest person I know, but because you simply are. And I know that I mean the same to you. You can try and deny it, but I won’t believe you.”

She looked up at him with widened eyes, completely stunned. He was much more capable of speaking than her at the moment. It was just about the sweetest thing any man has ever told her. Even in his firm voice, his hands shook on the railing. 

There was a silence that rang out louder than any other sound that could be heard. The tension between them was pulled so taut. It was a rubber band on the verge of snapping. 

“I don’t deny it.” She said softly. She couldn’t anymore, at least. 

He swallowed, as if what she said hit him like a ton of bricks. Reaching out, his hand so slowly went to hers on the rail. His pinky nudged hers, as if asking for permission. She nodded and watched as he gently took her hand in his. It felt different now. More electric than it had felt at the lake earlier. 

He took her hand and moved it onto his shoulder. The breeze hit again as she used it as a stepping stone to hold his face. Stepping forward, he wrapped one arm around her waist and used his free hand to cup her opposite cheek. They were exploring each other in a way neither of them had ever before. It was a guessing game to see what felt right, and yet all of it did. 

Tracing his thumb down her cheekbone, he let out a heavy breath. Her chest was tight as her heart pounded like a drum. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of looking into each other's eyes, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It started slow and testing. They were careful and methodical, but as soon as that spark hit, it felt like the start of a high. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and pulled him in. It felt like they couldn’t get close enough, with his hugged arms causing her to arch herself into him. The smell of beer and his mint aftershave was addictive, and she wanted the smell to drift onto her skin. He huffed an exhale through his nose, unable to pull himself away. She ran her fingers through the back of his sandy blonde hair. 

“How long?” She asked, pulling apart mere centimeters from his lips.

He looked at her with dilated pupils, drunk off the feeling of her. His face looked distraught, as if he was close to begging her not to stop.

“Since I’ve known you.” He kissed her again, then did the same to her. “How long?”

“Started getting funny feelings before you enlisted.” She kissed him again, not caring if the whole squad could see through the sliding door. But it didn’t seem that way. It was dark inside now, assuming they were all watching the movie. The only thing lighting them was the warm porch light. “I’m sorry we’ve wasted so much time.”

He shook his head, “No. Don’t say that. Becoming your best friend hasn’t been a waste. It just means I’ve gotten to know my favorite person more and more every day.” 

She couldn’t help but smash her lips onto his now. 

That night, they freely cuddled. Not even questioning whether it was right or not. They let themselves hold onto each other under the warmth of the comforter. And right as they were about to sleep, she smirked and pressed her feet against his calf. 

He yelped. “JESUS, Y/n. Your feet are freezing.”

“You’re such a good heater.” She hummed contentedly, putting her cheek against her chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat in her ear. The muffled thumping was already setting her on the path to sleep. 

“You’re the worst.” He said before kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, you love it.” Her heart fluttered at the kiss. 

“I do.”

The next day, they all set out for the lake again. Phoenix and Y/n moved the lounge chairs onto the shore and tanned in the sun. 

“Finally,” Phoenix muttered with her sunglasses on as she read her book.

“Shut up, Nat.” She laughed.

As if on cue, Bob came out of the lake, soaking wet. She felt free to completely eyeball his body now. She smiled and waved, but as he drew closer with a funny grin, she shook her head.

“Bobby. Do not. Do not-” But it was too late, he was already crawling up the lounge chair over her, dripping like a wet dog. “BOBBY!” She squealed, and he laughed as he shook his wet hair onto her. 

She reached up and cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted. He pulled away and landed another on her forehead before pulling back. 

“Wanna jump in?” He asked 

A smirk appeared on her lips. “If you’ll jump in with me.” “Always.”

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Brunch ft. The Dagger Squad 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Summary: Hosting brunch on a sunny day, just a good time with family, a lovey-dovey moment with Rooster. 

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Warnings: nothing that I can think of, but lmk :) I wrote this with a fem!reader in mind but I think it could also work as gender neutral. No descriptions of the reader, except maybe being a little shorter than Rooster? 

Word count: 1k

AHH, my first piece of writing asdfghjkl, I can handle constructive criticism, so please 🙂‍↕️

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was Rooster’s strong arms holding you close. Lifting your face from his chest, you peck his face, successfully waking him up.

“Morning darlin’,” he rasps, tightening his hold on you and kissing your forehead. 

 “Good morning,” you smile as you nuzzle and give in to 5 more minutes of lying in bed, before ultimately getting up and pulling him out of bed with you. 

After getting into the shower, together of course, to save water ;) 

You both get dressed as you talk about the plan for the day. 

Which is brunch with Rooster’s coworkers/friends, but basically family. 

It’s about 11:30 am when everyone starts to arrive. 

As Rooster finishes cleaning the backyard and setting the table, you’re finishing up the food. 

After hugs and greetings, everyone settles down at the table. Conversation flows easily, while the food is quickly devoured. Eggs, bacon, fruit, coffee, juice, and bread all gone. 

For a moment, you pause to look around, taking in how lovely it is to have a full table, full of people you love. Smiling softly, your eyes meet Rooster’s, who is sitting to your left, admiring you. He lifts his hand, resting it on the table palm up, waiting for your own to fall into his perfectly. 

It’s probably Fanboy who first mentions playing some football. He’s also first in running out to the backyard, already talking some serious trash talk, trying to get the other men to follow him out. And it works. Hangman, Payback, and Coyote all follow him out. 

As you get up and start to gather some plates, Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster also start to help you clean up. 

“Oh, no, please, I’ve got this taken care of, you guys go,” you nod your head towards the backyard. 

“What? No, we’re not gonna let you do all the cooking and then clean it all up,” Phoenix says as if you’re crazy. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Rooster says, standing up and kissing your cheek, “put them to work,” he finishes with fake seriousness, although his chuckle gives him away. You swat at his chest playfully. 

Once you’ve collected as many plates as you can and set them down in the sink, you turn to face the dining table with your hands on your hips. 

“Alright, I’m serious,” you say with a stern face, “go outside, I can take care of this, really. It’s no problem,” you finish with a smile. 

Phoenix reluctantly goes, saying thanks as she walks out. 

Turning back towards the sink and rinsing off plates, Rooster comes up behind you, insisting he’ll help. 

Yet you refuse to let him. “Seriously, go,” you look over your shoulder, “I’m not tricking you,” you say with a smirk. 

That’s when you feel his arms wrap around your waist, pressing his chest to your back, nuzzling his face into your neck. You’re smiling as he kisses the back of your head, “have I ever told you how fucking perfect you are?”

“Mhmm, a couple times, but it doesn’t hurt to hear it again.” 

“You’re perfect darlin’” <3

He finally walks outside and joins his football team, which is skins, apparently, considering he takes off his shirt, matching Coyote and Hangman.

Bob, however, is still at the dining table gathering cups and trying to pick up crumbs around the table. 

As you shut off the water, reaching for the kitchen towel to dry off, you lean on the kitchen island, looking at Bob. 

“Booooob,” you say carefully as if approaching a scared animal. He looks up, making eye contact with you, and then instantly looks away with a shy look. “Put. The. Cups. Down,” you say teasingly, holding your hands up in front of you as if Bob had a weapon. 

Bob lets out a nervous chuckle and sets the cups down. “I don’t mind helping. It's the least I could do after you cooked for us,” he nods. “It was delicious, thank you,” he says with a shy smile, finally holding eye contact. 

You put your hands down and tilt your head sideways with a soft look on your face, “You’re welcome, but you’re our guest. I’m not gonna make you clean.” You shrug your shoulders as you say, “I love having you all here, and I'm not gonna scare you guys off by having you all clean.” You walk towards the table, taking the cups from the table, “go outside, play some football,” you say with a firm look, finally getting a hesitant yet adorable smile from Bob. 

With a quick nod, Bob thanks you again and finally heads outside into the sunny backyard, already buzzing with the sound of laughter and friendly yet strong trash talk.

You smile to yourself as you clean up the table and finally get all the dishes into the dishwasher. 

Grabbing the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge that you made earlier, and some cups, setting them all on a tray, you walk outside into the yard, feeling the instant warmth spread over your whole body.

You’re not sure whether it’s from the hot California sun or the sight of your family.

Although you would be willing to bet it was the latter. 

The boys are already sweating. Heading over to get a glass of lemonade as soon as you set the tray down. 

Rooster walks towards you, curling his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. 

You protest and try to pull away as soon as you feel his sticky body. Yet he holds you tighter and places a kiss on your temple, ultimately making you giggle.

Fanboy chugs his glass of lemonade, making an exaggerated “Aahhh.” He looks towards you, pointing as he says, “You’re perfect, did you know that?” before turning around and picking up the football, ready to keep playing. 

You laugh, turning and locking eyes with the sweaty man still holding you close, “So I’ve been told.”

You tip your head up, finally kissing Rooster’s lips.

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 dividers I’ve made to fics and things that are sitting in my drafts and decided to share.

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Pairing: Perv!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “You go on a picnic date with some friends, not expecting to rile Eddie up.”

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “turns out it’s a great idea to screw around with your coworker”

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson Summary: “You've got Steve and now you want Eddie too.”

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Pairing: Coworker!Steve Harrington x Reader Request: “emmmm!!!!!!!! i’m thinking “well you are cute, ah! i mean- you’re not cute, but you are? i’m just going to shut up now.” with steve & coworker!reader please and thank you love you mwuah mwuah”

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “Robin and Vickie set their best friends up together for a blind date, they can only hope it goes well!”

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Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “A summer car breakdown leads to unexpected sparks when you're met with Eddie Munson, the mechanic.”

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the smoulder

A/N: what if i just want a kind man to look me in the eyes????? what if eye contact is the most intimate thing in the world??? what if????

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your lieutenant has serious resting bitch face. Fortunately, you love a smoulder. 1.2k words

Warnings: fluff, kissing, pet names (sweetheart), cursing, javy’s sexy rbf

At this point, you really can’t tell who is catching who staring. Every time you glance over, Coyote seems to be just turning his head to face you. It makes you nervous as hell, takes all the bite from your bark because damn if that look isn’t to die for. Undeniably sultry in the furrow of his brow yet somehow impossibly stone-faced.

Technically, because Coyote’s a slightly more decorated pilot than you, you’re supposed to take orders from him. However, he is regularly met with a sly smirk and smug rejection from you at most of said orders. Asks, really. But you tell him he’s too demanding and flit away in the opposite direction. It drives him crazy.

You always wonder if it gives you away.

You’d never admit it. Of course. How much you’re completely smitten for him. Not to him or to any of the other daggers. They’d tease you to no end, and he’d probably just laugh it off. And you wish the sun wouldn’t bathe him in gold like that. Jesus, your heart is racing.

Coyote finds it funny, sure. But more than that, he finds himself unable to stay away from your cocksure attitude and brilliance. Here, in Maverick’s beach house for a little ‘team bonding’ (see also: any excuse to drink cold beer without being suffocated by a flight suit), you look sweet in blue jeans. You’re always sweet, don’t get him wrong. Between your playful bouts of subordination, you’re so sweet, it’s distracting on a good day. On a bad day, it’s downright despicable.

“Hey, Coyote,” you coo, brushing your fingers over his bicep to squeeze past him into Mav’s kitchen. He watches you shuffle over the hardwood floors right towards the sink.

“If you even think about starting on the dishes, I’ll tell Maverick to ground you,” Coyote teases. You glare over your shoulder, which makes him chuckle.

“But what would you do without me all the way up there?”

“I don’t know. Maybe finally get some work done?”

You bat your lashes like you can read his mind. He’s about to crack a smile—he can’t help it—but you duck away and start fussing with the plates in the sink.

“Fine. At least let me help.” He says it to distract himself from the red hot feeling creeping up his neck. His wild pulse in his ears. You throw him a dish towel, and he considers the kind of ring he’d buy you if you let him.

“What?” you hum with a little nip to it. It scares him half to death thinking he accidentally said that out loud.

“Huh?”

“You’re staring, Lieutenant.” And God, it’s that classic stare. Too blank to read, and yet just sour enough to charm your socks off. You’re anticipating his next move like you’re still up in the air. But it never comes. You just hand him the rinsed plate, and he diligently dries both sides.

But he places it down on the counter with an air of urgency, making the ceramic clack on the hard countertop.

“Sorry. Am I making you nervous?” he asks, and you don’t have to look to know he’s smirking.

“What?” you bite, “What did Seresin tell you?”

“What? Nothing. You just have a horrible poker face,” he teases through a laugh, “Hold on, what have you told Jake about me?”

You think back to the night Jake cornered you at the bar of the Hard Deck to ask you about your wandering eye. You couldn’t lie after pushing it down for so long. He would’ve seen right through you anyway. And he didn’t have the heart to tell you everyone already knew. Well, everyone except your ‘lover boy’. You’d actually hoped Jake might put in a good word for you. After a couple weeks, you figured he’d probably forgotten.

You dodge his curiosity with a huff, “nothing. It’s none of your business.”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye?” There’s a playful edge to his tone that really grinds your gears because you know he’s only doing it to rile you up. Trying to get under your skin just to leave you high and dry.

“I so can,” you scoff. Your face screw in on itself when you even think about meeting his deep brown eyes. You squint right at him in attempt to prove him wrong.

He laughs, almost immediately mimicking your stubborn expression. So different from his usual smolder that it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You roll your eyes and abandon the sink, opting for some fresh air.

But not before he can take your wrist in his gentle grasp and bring you face-to-face. You’ve never felt so warm.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says, “just admit you like it when I scowl at you.”

“Hangman did tell you! That fucker!”

Coyote chuckles, stern posture relaxing at the suddenly crazed look in your eye.

“If it makes you feel any better, he only told me because I asked.”

You glance up at him, inquisitive and shy and drastically more nervous looking into his eyes

“…What exactly did you ask?”

“If you liked me,” he blurts out. Like the words were unable to stay in his mouth any longer. You exhale hard.

“Why would you ask him that?”

“Because… I needed to know how you would feel if I did this,” he says, warm hand cupping your cheek as his body leans closer in tandem. You welcome his touch with a sigh, and suddenly you can’t take your eyes off him. Or stop your hands from holding his waist.

He’s considerably closer now, pressing his mouth sweetly to yours. He smiles helplessly when you hook your thumbs under his shirt. You convince yourself to pull away just to get another good look at him.

“So?” Javy hums. You’re still a little hazy when he swipes his thumb across your chin.

“Hmm?”

He chuckles. “How do you feel?”

“Sufficiently flustered,” you huff.

It’s not even that funny, but he still laughs despite himself. You’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and even prettier when kissed silly. Clearly, his luck is up. He thinks maybe he should try gambling.

Especially when you tug him close to smooch him all over again. His face is hot, but then again so is yours. He can’t help his hands folding around you when you drape your arms over his shoulders.

Just as your ass hits the counter, a loud throat clear sounds from the porch door. You grab Javy’s bicep and cover your mouth, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Alright, you two, enough,” Hangman’s voice rings loud and clear. You can hear the smugness in his teasing, “If you’re gonna act like horny teenagers, do it out of public view.”

Just then, you hear giggles and catcalls floating through the cracked window above the sink. How had you not noticed your adoring audience before?

Javy tilts his head, meeting your eyes with a pleased grin.

“What d’you say we get out of here?”

And before you can think, you’re nodding and dragging him to the front door. You slip into the night, hand-in-hand and giggling together like you’re back in flight school. Escaping the party was always in the cards. He was just waiting on when.

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[munsster]

Pretty Girl ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: Bob falls for Rooster's childhood best friend, you.

tw: fem!reader, reader is Merlin's daughter, suggestive, Rooster and reader are super close, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Bob won the poll I did, this is my first story I've done for him so I hope I did him justice.

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You grew up with the Bradshaws, it came with the territory of being a Wells, your father being Merlin. He decided to stay close with them after Goose's death, and when you started hanging around it was a built in friend for Bradley.

He was already on the quieter side before Goose's death, but he completely retreated into his shell afterwards. You were outgoing and a little mean growing up, quick to chose Bradley as your best friend. Always the first to tell someone off when they tried to make fun of him for not having a dad and, in return, Bradley came out of shell. Over time, the two of you got so close that there was an ongoing bet to who would break first (answer is neither, sure you two had a crush on each other at some point but it is long since over).

You knew that Bradley was stateside, you heard it from Iceman but you didn’t want to interfere with his training. Then Iceman’s funeral happened and you didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to be faced with Maverick seeing a ghost in your best friend and wasted potential in you. But when Hondo sent the text that Bradley went down, you panicked. 

You waited anxiously at the training school, your fears and anxiety wracked through you. And then he was there, smiling and celebrating with everyone while you stood with your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

Bob saw you before you saw him, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen standing only a few feet away and pissed off. He was about to ask around if someone was waiting on a lover when your voice broke through all the celebrations. 

“Bradley Bradshaw!” You shouted, everyone stopping to look at you. You pointedly only looked at your best friend, it was as if you two had a whole conversation with your eyes before your eyes shot over to Maverick. “Pete Mitchell,” you said it just as harshly but your voice lost the loudness in the quiet atmosphere. 

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” It was Maverick that spoke, disbelief coloring his voice. 

“Hondo texted me, told me you two were missing. Your mother is rolling in her grave right now, Bradley,” you directed the last part to him and he shrugged, trying to play it off. “Oh drop the tough boy act, I still have that video from high school,” you mused, raising your phone a fraction. 

“Ok, ok, no need for that,” Bradley rushed to you and you shoved your phone in your back pocket. Your conversation quieted down and everyone went back to their own. 

“Does Rooster have a girlfriend?” It was Natasha that spoke, her curiosity heightened. 

“If he does, it's not her,” it was Maverick that answered her. “That’s y/n Wells, Sam Wells’ daughter. His call sign was Merlin, he flew with me and Rooster’s father,” Maverick explained, his eyes trained on where you were smacking Bradley’s chest over and over again while he laughed and let you. “They grew up together, never seen two people closer that aren’t romantically involved,” Maverick added and as if you heard him, your head whipped up and over to him. Bradley directed you over to the group, wanting to introduce you to those he’s grown close to. The introductions went smoothly and you kept an easy smile on your face, one that Bob swore was the prettiest one he’ll ever see.

“Hangman? That sounds almost as bad as Rooster,” you mused as Bradley looked down at you in shock.

“Ouch, babe,” Bradley held a hand over his heart, and even though Maverick said you weren’t, it seemed like you two were dating. Bob looked between the two of you, his eyes finally settling on your smiling face. Bradley noticed, he always noticed when someone liked you, and always before you did.

"Get over it," you mused, pushing his arm a bit. "I just came to tell you off for scaring me," you turned your body to face Bradley, him doing the same. Your chests just barely grazing each other and your eyes roaming his face freely. "I'll see you later," you told him, taking a step back. "It was nice meeting you all!" You waved at them and walked away, your hair being blown gently by the wind.

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The next time Bob saw you was at the Hard Deck, you were invited to their weekly hang out by Bradley. You were sat in a chair watching them play pool, a small smile gracing your face at how relaxed Bradley looked.

"So, Rooster, Sunny," the fake call sign the group gave you, on account for the ever present smile on your face, called your attention to Jake. "Mav said you two weren't dating, is he right?"

"Why do you care? You got the hots for her?" Bradley jabbed a finger in your direction.

"Why do you care if I do?" Jake squared up and you sighed.

"Boys," you exhaled, your disappointment lacing your tone. "Bradley and I are not now, nor have we ever been, romantically involved," you told the group and Bradley shrugged.

"There was the one night after prom," he said it so casually while you spluttered over your words before throwing the pillow from the chair you were sitting in at him.

"That was not romantic!" You finally settled on.

"It totally was! And the fact that you know which night I'm talking about proves it!" Bradley shot back, a little offended that you thought it wasn't.

"What's romantic about going to the skate park with friends only for me to eat shit and end up in the hospital needing stitches?" You countered, cheeks warm in embarrassment.

"The fact that you only wanted me there!"

"Because my options where you, my best friend of however many years, or creepy Todd."

"Creepy Todd?" Bob asked and you looked over at him, noting his crestfallen look.

"He was the super senior, we only hung out with him because he was old enough to buy alcohol, but he had this thing for me. He was super forward about it too," you told Bob, shuffling closer in hopes that you could figure out why he looked so sad.

"I'm just saying, you asking me to take you and then making me stay the night at your place was pretty romantic," Bradley redirected the conversation, causing you to groan and place your head on Bob's shoulder.

"I asked you to stay because my dad was on deployment and my mom was staying with my aunt for the night. Who else was going to help me change the bandages? Runo?" You looked at Bradley and he shrugged.

"I'm sure creepy Todd would have done all that," he mused.

"You're not letting this go, are you?"

"No because this was only 3 days after prom, you know, the dance I took you to," Bradley countered.

"Get over yourself, you did not take me. You went with Jordan Clare, you were just my ride," you leaned your head sidewise to rest it on Bob's shoulder.

"I'm still stuck on who Runo is," Natasha said and you realized the entire Dagger Squad was listening.

"Runo was my childhood dog, he was a big Belgian Malinois," you explained and she nodded once.

"I did take you, I hung out with you the whole night," Bradley was determined to get under Bob's skin, he was hopelessly in love with you and Bradley was determined to get you two together.

"That's completely different," you sighed. "Tell him it's different, Bobert," you picked your head to look at him. You were the only person who called him Bobert, you said it was a better nickname.

"That is different from taking her, Rooster," Bob agreed.

"You're taking her side? Where's the loyalty Bob?" Bradley had his smug smile on his face.

"All loyalty lies with me," you joked, pushing yourself closer to Bob. "And it's your turn," you pointed out, effectively ending the conversation. You noticed Bob still looked upset and pursed your lips. "Bob, what's wrong? You look upset," you questioned and he looked over at you.

"I'm just tired," he told you and you slowly nodded.

"Why not head home?"

"I'm not sure I want to go back to the quiet," Bob admitted.

"Oh, you could come home with me," you panicked the second it left your mouth. "Oh, I meant, not that, you know, it's just," you felt your cheeks warm as Bob's turned a nice shade of red. "I meant you can come over and we can watch a movie or something," you clarified, throughly embarrassed.

"Yeah, that, uh, that sounds nice," Bob nodded and you two got up.

"I'm just going to tell Bradley that I'm leaving," you told Bob and he nodded at you. "Hey, Bradley," you walked over to him while he was waiting on Jake to go.

"What's up babe?" Bradley looked down at you and you rolled your eyes at the nickname.

"I'm headed out," you watched him look at the pool table and back to you. "Bob's taking me," you added on, knowing where this was going.

"Oh, just so you're prepared. Bob has a huge," you pulled Bradley into a hug.

"If you do not stop, everyone here will see the video of you prancing around my house in a tutu while drunk," you whispered the threat into his ear. You pulled away with a smile, the prying eyes of the Dagger Squad burning to the two of you. "Bye, Bradley. I'll see you later," you waved at him as you walked away.

"Bye, babe! Love you!" He called after you and you hurried your pace as the tag chasers from the corner stared you down.

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"Why does Rooster call you babe?" Bob was spread out on your couch, you were practically laying on top of him.

"There was a time in high school that I liked him so I started calling him babe, he asked why and I lied saying that I was trying something new. I accidentally got him constantly saying it," you admitted, sighing as you got more comfortable half on top of Bob.

"You liked Rooster?"

"You try being constantly around someone you've known your whole life, trust with your life, while you both are going through puberty. He was the hottest man I knew at the time," you justified. "Plus, he liked me at some point so I'm sure that I was just returning the favor," you added on, pressing your face into Bob's shoulder. "You're deceivingly muscular," you mumbled, running your hand over his chest.

Bob spluttered for a moment but just wrapped his arm around you and turned his head towards your TV.

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"Bobert?" You called the attention of the man under you.

"Yes?" Bob fought the urge to called you sweetheart.

"I, uh," you lost most of the confidence you had when you called for his attention.

"Yes?" Bob urged you on.

"I like you, a lot," you mumbled, eyes focused on the TV.

"I like you, a lot, too, sweetheart," Bob assured you and you smiled before Bob kissed you. You settled back into his chest while you both turned back to the TV.

"Does this mean I can be your girl?" You asked.

"It does," Bob confirmed and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

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"Good morning!" Bradley's voice jolted you awake and you realized you were still halfway on Bob on your couch.

"What time is it?" Bob muttered quietly, his face void of glasses.

"7am," Bradley supplied and you groaned and shoved your face into Bob's shoulder. "Seems you two got comfortable last night," Bradley was standing over the two of you.

"Leave or I will ride him right in front of you," you threatened and he looked grossed out.

"Alright, goodbye!" Bradley announced and you got off Bob, much to his dismay,

"Come back, there's no reason to be up this early," Bob said but you shook your head.

"My bed is more comfortable, come on," you held a hand out to Bob as he got up. He picked up his glasses from your coffee table and followed you to bed.

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the dagger squad as cats and dogs

A/N: it came to me in a dream. and i’m serious about that. and (spoilers) hangman is an orange cat like you cannot convince me otherwise.

Pairings: Dagger Squad x GN!Reader

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Tabby (Cat)

jake is most definitely a sassy orange tabby with a soft spot for back scratches. he’s hot and cold but the second you so much as touch him, he’s purring like it’s nobody’s business. until he decides he’s had enough and suddenly you’re rough-housing instead of napping. the most chaotic dagger imo. always on edge and very sweet when it counts. and he’s also definitely one of those elusive indoor-outdoor cats who comes (mostly around mealtime) and goes as he pleases. but the cuddles get real serious real fast. he’ll be laid up on your stomach talking philosophy in the blink of an eye. who even brought up organized religion? he could listen to you talk all night, the soft hum against his temple as it lulls him to sleep.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Great Dane (Dog)

gorgeous, loyal, empathetic, codependent, and huge. seriously, built for beauty pageants but the most fun-loving and silly man you could ask for. and always attached to you at the hip. incredibly needy and so so majestic to look at. who’s complaining. very good at reading people and forms his opinions very quickly (first impressions matter with this one). literally so energetic like you already went on a run and did a workout and you still wanna do a sunset hike? what can he say, he’s gotta stretch those long legs somehow!!! humongous but still a lap dog somehow. if you sit for one second, he’s on you like velcro. matter of fact, you don’t even have to be sitting, he’s stuck to you anywhere anytime.

Javy “Coyote” Machado

Belgian Malinois (Dog)

despite the low hanging fruit of his callsign, i genuinely believe this man is a malinois. learned the book so fast that he’s always pushing himself to some perfect, impossible standard. you always remind him that it’s okay to back down and take a breather. oh, and when he does is he the most caring and precious baby ever. will seek you out like a heat seeking missile. good at it too. he knows when you need space, but can also tell when you’re totally bluffing and just need a tight hug. hopeless romantic and i stand by that. has such high standards, but he feels really lucky to have found someone so perfect. someone who puts in effort to know him so well. while he’s had his heart broken before, he’s willing to put his full trust in you (especially when you kiss him gently on the forehead and tell him he’s enough)

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Black Cat

100% the black cat of the group. especially those ones where when the sun hits, their fur is really a nice warm brown. yeah. very protective of the people she loves, and never forgets a face. gets that really distinct look in her eye that lets you know she’s riled up. loves to stow away with a nice deck of cards, content to play solitaire forever. but if you happen to stumble upon her solo game, she won’t mind teaching you a little. often found lurking around corners, waiting to jump out and scare you. you’ve learned to look before entering every room. has her moments (specifically when she gets really delirious before a meal/before bed where she’ll lose control of her train of thought and just start yapping away). pretends not to like being touched, but leans in closer every time you rub her shoulders or slip your arm around her. always thought she preferred being alone until she met you.

Reuben “Payback” Fitch

Burmese Cat

absolutely stunning and incredibly loud. catch him laughing, clapping, singing, sometimes even just shouting with excitement. you can’t get him to stop. he’s just so enthusiastic. loves to be held. just wrap your arms around him. and then stay like that. perfect! warning: will whine if you let go, so just… don’t, and you’ve got a cuddle buddy for life. will spend his time off following you around the house, watching you do your little tasks, opting for the passenger seat when you run errands (guilty pleasure: grabbing things from the top shelf for you even if you’re tall enough). also so beautiful even thought his skincare routine is basically just moisturizer (and you even had to convince him to try that). can and will rant on and on about you to just about anyone. you are a household name simply because of how often he gushes about you to your neighbors, friends, cashiers, pets, etc.

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Scottish Fold (Cat)

okay this one was very hard (and possibly controversial) but to me, bob is most definitely a cute little scottish fold. just a sweet boy with an angel face, like ur kidding. can be very cheeky at times. loves to make you laugh always, making silly comments under his breath (to you) or pulling funny faces for your eyes only. knows exactly how to brighten up your day. imo the best texter on the squad. he’s so attentive and quick with it. will ask clarifying questions if lost or confused when it comes to your relationship, but gets bouts of confidence that draw out his true feelings for you. he knows exactly when he’s found the one when you don’t tease him for stuttering every once in a while or for getting a little too blushy whenever you look at him. yeah, you’re definitely his person.

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Golden Retriever (Dog)

literally the most extroverted, selfless, loving dagger by far. tries to learn as much about you as possible so he can never get it wrong. always brings you little goodies and trinkets simply because he had been thinking of you. loves a little play fighting (aka any chance to get underneath you… who said that). if you grab his hand, he is never letting go. not to drive, not to grab something off a shelf, not even to finish putting on his shirt. hold his hand and you’re simply attached now. usually the last to be clued into a joke, but always the one to laugh the loudest. quickest way to his heart is a little snack and a kiss on the cheek. if you suggest a sweet treat, he’s already grabbing the keys and his wallet (and your hand, duh). has a lot of energy, but also adores the quiet moments: laughing along to your favorite show, walking on the beach, or simply just existing beside you.

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Salon's Barber

Summary: Bradley comes to bother his wife all week with haircuts and washes when you take over your mother's hair salon. Word count: 3k

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Two times every year Bradley's mother-in-law either got sick or went on a vacation to celebrate her wedding anniversary. Those 2 weeks she took off, she needed someone to take care of the hair salon she owned. Since your mother had taught you her skills from beauty school, you were to fill her shoes at the hair salon.

Or aka the best week of Bradley’s life.

When his wife was in Bradley was strutting into the hair salon meant for women like he owned the place, to come bother his wife with free hair washes and trims during his lunch break.

If Bradley could live in a workplace this would be it. Because he adored everything about the salon. The smell of girly hair shampoo and burnt hair from the flat iron. The sound of a loud blow dryer and the soap opera playing in the background while he listened to gossip that didn't concern him. But most of all the best part of being in the salon was getting to see his pretty wife.

Bradley had missed going to the hair salon, he found himself even missing the older women who worked there. Roxanne and Jasmine were always very flirty and sweet with him, and Bradley liked to think he got brownie points from the two ladies since he always brought lunch for everyone when he came in.

On Monday morning Bradley was practically buzzing with excitement when he parked in front of the small business. With 5 deli sandwiches in a takeout bag, Bradley swung the door open and was greeted by the smell of hair spray and eucalyptus while the sound of bells chiming overhead.

Both Roxanne and Jasmin's attention turned off their clients in the salon chair and to him. They both grinned ear to ear before squealing excitedly.

"Bradley!!" They both broke into cackles.

"Hello, ladies." A lopsided grin found his lips. It felt like he was a king returning back to his throne. "I've missed you both terribly, and I brought food so my wife doesn't yell at me." Bradley moved towards both women and kissed their cheeks and they returned the gesture.

"Oh, how can anybody yell at this handsome face!" Roxanne playfully squeezed his jaw.

"Great here we go again." His wife appeared out from the storage room holding a box of shampoo to restock the shelves upfront. "As if I don't see you enough at home." You tossed the comment with a smile on your face.

"Hey, gorgeous." He moved closer to you like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Hi, handsome." You grinned when he hooked a finger in your belt loop pulling you closer to him. Bradley guided you forward to his lips by the back of your neck. When he pulled away he rested his forehead on yours and his lips quirked up.

"Prepare yourself, I'm gonna be here all week."

Then Bradley ended up in the hair-washing chair after he ate his deli sandwiches and caught up with the gals. Bradley was already holding back moans when the cold spray of water greeted his scalp like an old friend.  But the second his wife's hands were massaging his scalp Bradley couldn’t hold back the pleasure.

"Oh my god, marry me." Bradley groaned. His eyes fluttered shut when the citrusy-smelling shampoo hit his nose.

"I already did." Your beautiful laughter adds to the already amazing experience. Bradley could see the fluorescent lights through his eyelids and he almost mistaken it for heaven.

"Alright then have my babies." Bradley's voice sounded like a plea.

"I will someday honey." Your manicured nails scratched his head, and it further sent him into a meditative state.

"Some day." Bradley scoffed and opened his eyes to look at you. "No like right now. I need to fill you up with my kids today. Seriously get off the pill, you would look so great carrying my baby." Bradley didn't even hear the other two employees laugh because he was so far away caught in bliss with his wife's hand in his hair.

"Alright, I get it." You gently hushed him.

"As soon as we get home I'm gonna-"

"Bradley sh!" You cut him off before he could finish his dirty thought. But the women could already figure the rest out, erupting the whole room in a fit of laughter.

Tuesday afternoon, Bradley was wearing a black cape as he sat in the salon chair getting his second haircut of the week. Through the reflection Bradley watched you clip a few curls from his head, while your tongue poked out in concentration. There was something about you working at the hair salon that made you look more sexier than usual. With your hair pulled back like a busy woman with zero time on her hands. The cute little blouses you wore gave him a good view of your breasts when you leaned over to wash his hair. Good thing he was wearing the black cape while getting his haircut to hide how his dick uncomfortably pressed up against his jeans.

Besides him, Jasmin was chopping a middle-aged woman's hair into a short bob while gossiping about a college student named Margaret. He heard the gossip about the small-town girl yesterday. It wasn't his intention to eavesdrop, but Jasmin talked loudly and he was interested.

"Supposedly they saw Margaret out of town with another guy that wasn't Joseph." Bradley snapped his head towards Jasmin.

"What? But Margaret is so sweet and good to Joe!" It's like his soul was floating out of his body when he butted into a gossip session that didn't involve him.

"Bradley, stop moving your head." You positioned his head back to the front.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll keep still." Bradley glanced at his perfect wife through the mirror before accidentally turning to Jasmin again. "You would have never thought Margaret would do such a thing."

"Honey, what did I just say?" You placed a hand on your hip, losing your patience.

"I'm sorry." Bradley quickly swiveled his back into position.

On Wednesday, Bradley was late to the salon because Maverick had annoyingly held him up by telling Bradley a deployment story. When Bradley entered you were sitting at the front desk with a black cordless home phone pressed up against your ear.

"What are you doing here?" Your hand covers the receiver of the phone and your eyes shift off the appointment book. Your look read half murder and half "really?" Bradley could tell he was getting to a canonical point of the week where his wife was getting sick of seeing him.

"My hair's dirty again." Bradley set the Chinese takeout bag on the desk like a peace offering.  Silently showing you that you weren't allowed to get mad at him since he brought food.

"No, it's not, I washed your hair yesterday."  You pressed your lips into a thin line.

"You know I sweat a lot. I don't know what to tell you, honey." Bradley rested his hands on his hips. When you narrowed your eyes at him, Bradley thought you might kick him out that second. But you took your hands off the phone receiver before looking down at your appointment book again.

"There's a spot tomorrow at three-thirty if that works for you." He was sure you were gonna ignore him until you looked back at him with tender eyes and pointed towards the back with your thumb. "Go sit down. I'll be there in a second, Brad."

Bradley tried to hide a smirk as he obediently listened to you. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too honey, go sit down."

Since Bradley arrived late yesterday, on Thursday he drove his car faster than he had ever driven before. But his speeding didn't help him because the second he arrived at the salon, it was packed. Teenage girls took up space on the waiting chairs and all 6 salon chairs were filled. There were three other women he hadn't met before, pitching in with styling hair. There was so much happening at once. Girls were chatting. Loud blow dryers were in use, the air smelled like burnt hair and hair spray.

His wife, Roxanne, and Jasmin didn't greet him with attention, making him frown. All three were too busy to notice that he had walked in. The girls sitting on the couch were either staring at him because he was the only man there or because he was extremely attractive in his uniform. But Bradley wasn't looking for their attention, he was looking for his wife's.

So he cautiously moved down the aisle of salon chairs before he got to you. Since yesterday you looked like you could kill him, and today since you had a lot more on your plate Bradley didn't want to piss you off anymore. But... he was still trying to get his hair washed.

Bradley should have given you space but he still wrapped his strong arm around your waist and pressed his lips to your soft cheeks.

"You gonna pencil me in sweetheart?" Bradley muttered against your cheek, kissing you again. Your stressed eyes meet Bradley's through the full-length mirror. The only touch you offered Bradley was your elbow brushing up against his arm, while you used a curling iron on a brunette's head.

"Darling, I can't attend to you today. I'm a busy baby." You sighed, as Bradley rested his chin on your shoulder. Your use of pet names while attempting not to get frustrated with him weirdly turned Bradley on.

"That's okay just squeeze me in baby." Bradley pressed his lips against your ear.

"Sweetie are you listening-"

"I know baby, slid me in somewhere," Bradley smirked in your ear.

"Brad I'm serious-"

"Do this for me, and I promise I'll be very, very good to you later baby," Bradley whispered in your ear, squeezing your waist in reassurance. You didn't respond right away too busy wrapping a strand of brunette hair on the curling iron.

"Okay, honey." For a brief second your hand squeezed over Bradley's in agreement. Bradley buried his face in your neck to hide his excitement, leaving a kiss on your pulse point before looking back down at your hands at work.

"I don't know how to use that, or cut hair but I can help with something." Just that second the phone on the front desk started to ring.

"Perfect. Go pick up the phone." You instructed as steam started to rise from the brunette hair.

"Yes ma'am." Bradley nodded and removed his arms off of you. When he turned around he felt you pat his ass making him smile.

Bradley sat at the front desk while eating his burger taking calls and writing them in the appointment book. He felt really useful in taking a bit of the stress off his wife. After Bradley had even taken care of the register and the money that was being handed to him by all the girls walking out, At that moment Bradley realized it was graduation season, and it was no wonder why the place was so packed today. Once Bradley's lunch break was done, he kissed his wife goodbye and drove back to base.

At four o'clock Bradley came back to the salon and there were still a few girls left getting their hair done. In the meantime, Bradley swept the chopped hair on the floor, restocked all the hair care products up front, and took a seat and watched the soap opera playing on the TV while flipping through a magazine. The dramatic series had captured Bradley's attention long enough that he didn't realize an hour had gone by.

The only time he snapped back into reality was when his wife was standing in front of him staring at him with a warm and gentle look. Bradley closed his hung-open mouth when he saw you laugh at him.

"Oh, Bradley." Your voice was strained from exhaustion and a hint of pity. "I'm gonna give you a buzz cut, so you don't have a reason to keep coming back for a hair wash." You let out a dry laugh before collapsing down in his lap.

"Don't say that when I've been waiting all day to get my hair washed." Bradley pulled your legs over his lap, while your kitten heels hung off the armrest of the couch. You comfortably settled down, while Bradley's chin rested on the top of your head.

"I'm sorry, I made you work." A breathless laugh fell from your lips.

"Please, I would live here if I could." Bradley's lips pressed onto the crown of your head. Roxanne blew a kiss to Bradley, and he waved goodbye as she silently left the salon. "Let's get going, baby." You pressed a hand on his chest keeping him down in the chair.

"No, you waited long enough for your turn Bradley." You kissed his parted lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you gave him another peck before pulling away. "Plus I have to keep my end of the deal in order for you to keep yours," Bradley smirked before his lips were on yours again.

Friday was the last day you worked at the salon, when Bradley set foot in the building his wife was already shaking her head at him.

"Baby you can keep shaking your head all you want but at the end of the day we both know I'm gonna end up getting my hair washed."

Just like that, he was right. His head was resting against the indent of the hair-washing basin, while your magical hands shampooed his hair.

"You better enjoy this because this is the last time I'm gonna do this- besides when we're in the shower together." His wife's comment made him smirk and then frown. Bradley wished you actually worked here, so he could keep coming to bother you. But Bradley understood that your mom would be coming back from her wedding anniversary trip and you would have to go back to your own job.

"I'm gonna cry," Bradley stated, puckering his lips up for you to kiss. You scoffed but leaned down anyway and pecked his lips. "You know what I'll save my haircut for when I get out of base." Bradley really didn't want the pampering to end so he would drag it out as much as possible.

"Don't worry Sugar, you can come visit us any time and we'll cut your hair for free," Jasmin said from across the salon where she was dying highlights in a little girl’s hair. But Bradley hesitated making both the other women erupt in a fit of gasp and scoffs.

"We see you hate us, Bradley." Roxanne laughed. "That's cool, that's okay we see how it is." Bradley loved both women dearly but he could never picture or imagine any woman's hands in his hair that didn't belong to his wife.

"I'm sorry ladies, I can't cheat on my barber." Bradley looked up at you with a love-sick gaze. It was so sincere you had to lay a fat kiss on him.

When Bradley was in the locker room changing into his flight suit, Fanboy walked by him and Bradley gave him a fist bump. But Fanboy lingered instead of heading to his locker.

"Damn Bradley you've been looking a little too sharp with these haircuts." Bradley pulled his black t-shirt over his head, feeling his ears grow hot at the compliment. "Who's your barber?"

"My wife," Bradley smirked when he replied a little too quickly and a little too cocky.

"Really?" Mickey leaned against the locker a cross from Bradley's, staring at how incredible his fade was.

"Yeah. It's a salon though, but she can cut men's hair too." Bradley applied his deodorant before he started to untie the sleeves of his flight suit around his waist.

"Where's the salon at? My hair getting too long and I'm trying to look that good." Bradley smirked while zipping his flight suit up. Roxanne and Jasmine's compliments felt a little too real now since he was hearing it from Fanboy too.

"It's in the North Park neighborhood. Little pink place." Bradley slipped his arms in the sleeve before fully zipping it up. "If you're gonna go, you should go today since it's the last day my wife's working there."

"Alright thanks, I'll stop by after." Mickey leaned over the wooden bench in the middle to fist bump Bradley again.

"Yeah, Don't mention." Bradley's knuckles touched Fanboy’s giving him a head nod. Now that would be Bradley's charity work for the day, recommending his wife for Mickey's haircut.

Every time Bradley showed up to the hair salon, he didn't bother changing out of his flight suit, too anxious to see you. This was the last time Bradley would be getting pampered and he was even more eager than usual for his spa treatment. This morning Bradley didn't bother shaving around his mustache because he wanted his wife to do it for him.

When Bradley pushed through the door. A groan immediately left his lips when he saw all the guys from his base at the salon. When Bradley had told Fanboy not to mention it, he really meant that.

"Hey, you guys aren't allowed here. This is a girls place!- You're ruining it for the girls." Bradley looked directly at Hangman when he said guys and when he said girls he meant himself.

"Bradshaw you can't gate keep your barber forever." Jake winked at him and then turned back to flip through the magazine. "I'm next after Mickey."

"Sorry Jake, Bradley's next." You said as you unbuttoned the black cape from Fanboy. Mickey looked like a whole different man with his hair neatly styled instead of long and slicked back.

"I was here before Rooster." Jake fought back.

"Well, Bradley's my husband so I say he gets to go first." You brushed the stray hair off of Mickey's neck before he got out of the salon chair. Having husband privilege never felt so good, as Bradley was being chosen before Jake.

"Haha in your face, she loves me more!" Bradley couldn't resist immaturely taunting Jake as he strutted to the salon chair. Making sure he gave you a filthy kiss on the mouth for Jake to see you were all his. You laughed against his lips.

"Sit down." You placed a hand on his chest.

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being the gross couple headcanons

A/N: i wholeheartedly believe lieutenant jake seresin is a gross silly little freak who loves karaoke and labubus waiting to be set free

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

the daggers are almost constantly yelling at one or both of you to STOP DOING THAT (“that” referring to most of your pda because you guys do that weird shit)

started as a joke but bro….. i don’t think it’s a joke anymore

(un)ironic baby talk

(“is that my smoochie woochie poo?” “i missed you, giggle wiggle bear!” “look at that smile, my little cupcake angel!” “come here, cutie patootie, baby saved a spot for you in his lap!” “how thoughtful, my sweet puppy wuppy!” “anything for you, darling snookums!”)

(choose your character, probably bob: “OH GOD PLEASE MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!!!!”)

sharing chewing gum

wiping things off each others faces (smears of sauce on your chin, mascara under your eyes, a bit of chocolate at the corner of your mouth)

going to the bathroom together

cleaning off the chip dust from each others fingers via mouth

watching you perfect your lipgloss application just to press his slobbery mouth to yours and make you squeal

swapping sunglasses

finishing each others sentences

also the weirdest little compliments that you two have gotten way too comfortable saying out loud

“baby, that ass is propaganda”

“lemme take a ride on that big green tractor”

“you look like you could treat me like a mechanical bull”

“i like that shade of lipstick. might look better on my—”

truly inside thoughts

but also just sweet stuff like lingering kisses and clutched hands and staring into each others eyes (makes everyone else gag. you don't care.)

maverick threatens to send one of you away but you all know he won’t (even he thinks it's nice on occasion)

the daggers spotting your hickeys in the most absurd places

how did you even get one behind his knee? who gives hickeys on the shoulder? too many questions, not enough patience

you are the most frequent word in jake’s mouth

you could be standing not a foot away from him, and he’s already yapping about that funny thing you said earlier (they were all there when you said it)

he will sneak out whenever he gets the chance just to steal you away and drag you to the nearest movie theater

the next day you walk into the mess hall hand-in-hand and looking utterly exhausted

coyote teasingly asks, “so what did the happy couple do last night?”

and you both grumble, “sonic 3”

making him dress up as some insane shit like the party rock album cover (he is obviously the girl with sorry for party rocking written on his abs)

you are nothing if not his worst objectifier and biggest fan

having chivalry contests to see who can beat who to opening any and every door first or who can do the other more favors like clearing your plates or holding your purse or untying his boots at the end of the day

^^^most of this becomes habitual anyway so the contests die out after a couple tries, but it was fun while it lasted!

knowing each others coffee orders like clockwork but still swapping drinks every time (he doesn’t even like that sugary shit!!!…… but since you’re offering)

you convince him to meditate with you

payback and fanboy walk in on you sitting criss-cross in jake’s also criss-crossed lap, both of you dead silent with your eyes closed

sharing EVERYTHING!!! food, jewelry, chapstick, clothes (and yes, he has stretched out almost every single one of your shirts)

he even tries on your bras sometimes to make you laugh

he starts to think he might actually need one of those super supportive ones…

having a playlist that consists of classic rock like “slow ride” and also nickelodeon hits like “freak the freak out” and “goofy goober rock”

using your time off to hire a professional photographer to take a maternity photo shoot where jake wears various babydoll dresses while you stand behind him, gripping his pecs

becoming a disney couple 😭😭😭

he collects pins around the park until he has about four lanyards full and you demand to take pictures with all the characters wandering around until he caves and buys you an autograph book

going to a karaoke bar with the daggers and being the worst singers with the best vibes

absolutely dominating “islands in the stream” (neither of you were on pitch once)

but of course everyone cheers because he’s weirdly excellent at crowd work

nobody expected jake to come out of his shell so swiftly and so easily, but they think it’s mostly cause of you

he’ll be gross and weird and loud as hell so long as you’re always right there with him, being gross and weird and holding his hand

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