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rocketman: part i - it's just my job five days a week

Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is on a three month special detachment in the pacific and the holidays have never felt lonelier for either of you. it's just three months, it'll be fine, right?

OR you and bradley write each other 159 emails

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, bradley needs to remember this is a government email server...(okay yes, i am perfectly aware that our esteemed lieutenant commander would probably get kicked out of the navy for some of these emails…that being said, i also don’t particularly care! we’re playing fast and loose with the time stamps too because i may be smart, but math has never been a strong suit of mine!) enjoy the companion playlist! rest of the series can be found here!

12/17 @ 6:19am

I miss you already and I haven’t even left the parking lot. I’m still in my car typing this after having stayed for probably far too long watching your C-40 take off (like people were staring at me I was there so long)(and, yes, I looked up the name of the plane). Pete asked me if I wanted to get breakfast with him, but I said no. Felt too lost. Plus, I need to get ready for work. We’re going to get dinner on Wednesday before I head up to Berkeley Thursday morning, though!

Hope you have a safe transport and settle onboard quickly. I left you something in your duffle bag (yes, it’s safe to open around other people…head out of the gutter, Bradshaw).

Love you and stay safe, x

12/18 @ 5:46pm

Just dropped off the gifts at the Junior League for Caroline’s adopt a child thing. She was completely in her element (they gave her a clipboard and a bullhorn!), though she did say we went wayyy too over the top. But little Carter asked for all that stuff! We couldn’t just not get it all for him? She also appreciated your wrapping skills, very impressed with the bows and tight corners. I met a couple of her friends there, which was nice and they invited me to stay for drinks (the prosecco was flowing…), but I wanted to head home.

I miss you so much already, it feels weird not going over to your place after work and making dinner and prepping lunch together - and it’s only been two days. I know you’re on a comms blackout for the next couple days, so I’m just gonna keep sending these so you’ll have a bunch to read all at once.

All my love, x

12/19 @ 11:48am

My brother and Lauren decided to come out here for Christmas after all! My dad was so excited when he called me, but I think Mary’s a little less enthused. Feels like shit knowing we were the backup option for them. Apparently, Lauren’s mom is sick and the whole house is in disarray (not hard in that family…) so my dad is paying for them to fly in from New York tomorrow. I think it’ll be nice, we’ll almost have a full set (baring you, of course, my darling rocketman), so the house won’t be as lonely. Do you think we’ll get to talk on Christmas or Christmas Eve? You should be getting a package soon (‘twas preemptively sent!) and are under strict orders not to open it until Christmas Eve, buddy!

Going to dinner with Pete tonight, I’ll let you know how it goes. Amelia’s coming with us, but I don’t know about Penny? I hope they like the gifts we got them. I’m going to stop by your place, do a once over, and make sure the tree is ready for Pete to take, etc. before I leave on Thursday.

Love you and talk soon! x

12/20 @ 7:03am

House looked good! In my seat on the plane. If my morals were shakier, I would 1000% have taken Max up on his offer to fly me up to Berkeley. But alas! Climate change is real and private jets account for 20x as many carbon emissions as commercial planes, so I am up at the ass-crack of dawn for this 7:15am flight. I’ll message you when I land, love you!

12/20 @ 9:04am

Just landed - easy flight. Now to find my dad in arrivals…

Love you, talk when you get the chance! x

12/23 @ 4:45am

Hey sweetheart! Back online and all settled in. I’m bunking with Payback and we actually have a pretty decent layout. He graciously offered to give me the bottom bunk, due to my ‘geriatric status.’ Honestly, I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the bunk room with the ensigns and rest of the crew. I forgot how noisy it is being on an aircraft carrier, which makes Payback’s snoring surprisingly pleasant. I’m glad he and Bob are with me. The rest of this squadron’s from Lemoore and Bob knows some of them. It’s interesting seeing him and Payback fly together, but they mesh really well.

Glad Mav is there to keep an eye on you.

Okay, I had way too much fun picking out all those presents, so I really hope Carter loves them too. And please tell me you have a picture of Caroline yelling into the bullhorn? I can truly think of nothing scarier than Caroline Calloway ordering the young women of San Diego county around like Santa’s chief elf. And speaking of gifts, I loved my pictures. The one from the Christmas party is my favorite, did Fanboy take it? I saw him running around with his Pentax. When the hell did you have time to print it? I’ve got it hanging up in my bunk so I can see it every night.

I still don’t understand why you don’t fly into Oakland instead of SFO? Like I get it, you’re not a Spirit or SW girl, but kid….it’s an hour and forty minute flight? Live a little. And I think it’ll be nice having your brother and Lauren around for Christmas. How many people do you think it’ll be? I always loved seeing Christmas Eves with large families in movies and stuff, all the chaos and whatnot? But it’s just gonna be you five Christmas Day? I’ve heard rumblings that I might be first in line for a Facetime on Christmas Eve, so save some time for me too, kid. I’ll let you know for sure in a couple days.

Okay, think we’re all caught up now. Talk soon and love you so much,

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 9:08am

Bubs! I read your email four times since I woke up, I can’t stop smiling. I’m glad you’re all settled in - Payback’s snoring and ageism aside haha. How’s the food? Do you want earplugs? A sleep mask? Are earplugs allowed for sleeping? What if you need to get up right away and you can’t hear? I could send you a white noise machine? Or is there a fear of hacking with that? I should’ve done more research on this before you left. Tell me if you need anything, I’ll send it out express! Oh, I’m just so happy to hear from you. Keep me posted!

Lots of love, x

12/23 @ 8:53pm

You and me, hot date tomorrow night at 11:45pst - don’t be late. (And look cute.)

Your Bradley

12/23 @ 8:55pm

I’ll be there 😉 Love you, x

12/25 @ 9:56am

Bradley Bradshaw you absolute sneak! How on Earth did you pull a Christmas miracle off!?! Mary said she had no clue, so I’m extremely impressed you got my dad to keep that secret!? I was totally not expecting another present from you? The cooking lessons and apron were more than enough - to say nothing about moving in together!?! I love the bracelet so much, you have no idea. I started crying when I opened it! Mary took a video, which I’m sure she’ll send you. God, Bradley? You didn’t have to do that! It’s perfect, it’s like we’re locked together. I’m gonna wear it everyday. Please email me later if you get the chance!

(Also, Lauren looked really jealous 😉 my brother was sweating)

Love you and Merry Christmas Rocketman! x

12/25 @ 11:38am

Ummm, not sure what you’re talking about, kid? That sounds like something Santa would do? Probably heard about how good you’ve been this year? x

12/25 @ 11:40am

Thank you, I love it so much and wish I could give you the biggest hug and kiss right now. I’ll have an extra slice of babka for you tonight, talk soon and Merry Christmas, Bradley! Love you x

12/27 @ 4:49am

I miss sleeping next to you. Whenever I can’t sleep, I think about the way you looked at me in the living room after our Christmas party. You looked so happy and I hate that I have to leave you for all our firsts. First Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day. And god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking gorgeous it makes me want to lose my mind sometimes. Always thinking about you, Bradley

12/27 @ 8:38am

I miss sleeping next to you, too (especially since your body is like a furnace and you hold me close when I get cold). And I know you being away during the holidays is hard, but look at it this way - we’ll just have our firsts next year. Next year will be our first Christmas, first New Year’s, first Valentine’s Day together, not an ocean apart. We have all the time in the world, rocketman. Love you today and every day x

12/29 @ 6:02pm

There’s already so many things I’m dying to tell you and stories about the squadron we’re teaming up with, but the Navy will have my ass if I give away too many details so I’m just going to leave it at this: are we sure Max doesn’t have a twin on another continent? Take that as you will. What’re your plans for New Year’s? Your Bradley

12/30 @ 9:20am

Sorry for the delayed response! A minor issue with my brother and my dad that I won’t bore you with had the whole house in a tizzy. Thankfully, he and Lauren are gone even though my dad still won’t tell me what the issue was? Anyway! God, I wish I could hear more about Max’s twin? I am honestly kind of scared about knowing there’s a Max doppelgänger in the Navy (jokes!). For New Year’s, I’m going to this party with Mary and dad in the city, it’s at this fancy venue and I have a cute black dress! It’s very different for me and I wish you were here to see it! I’ll have to wear it again. Message me when it’s the New Year your time! Love you! x

01/01 @ 12:09am

Happy New Year, sweetheart! They had a little party for the officers - we even got cake and Bob snuck me and Payback seconds somehow. It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for. You absolutely need to send me pictures of you in that dress, I can’t wait to see it on you in person someday. Hope you have a great time with your dad and Mary, give them my best. Love you and again Happy New Year!

Your Bradley

01/01 @ 12:01am

Happy New Year, Bradley!!! You got cake!! You broke some rules! I approve! Milk them for all the cake they’re worth! I’ll send some pics of the three of us and one just for you big boy 😉 Talk soon and love you so so much! x

01/01 @ 10:59am

Had a late start! Here are the pics from last night! Try and sneak some more cake xx

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01/02 @ 6:12am

You know you labeled the pictures wrong…luckily no one was behind me…

01/02 @ 9:04am

Who? Me? I would NEVER! (Just trying to keep you on your toes.) Hope the flying is going well and you’re staying safe, B! Love you!

01/03 @ 8:00pm

Yeah, it’s going well. It’s so different flying on the open ocean after so long? Last time was in September when I went to Hong Kong. The desert is cool, don’t get me wrong, but seeing the clouds and the water together is unreal. The pink and purple clouds remind me of you (sorry, that was lame). You still gotta let me take you up, kid. I’ve heard Mav is trying to convince you, but you gotta let me be the one. Can’t trust just anyone with my girl. Love B

01/04 @ 10:13am

Bradley…he’s practically your father, I’m pretty sure you can trust him to take me up in a plane, you silly boy. Not that I’m saying you won’t be my first…but come on! And it’s not lame. I like that the pink and purple clouds remind you of me. Every time I see a plane I send a little call out for your safety. Gotta keep you safe, rocketman! Talk soon and love you! x

01/06 @ 4:45pm

My parents just dropped me off at the airport and no matter how many times I leave them, I always cry. I think the only time I didn’t cry when I left their house was when you were with me over Thanksgiving. You always make it better, bubs.

They’re coming down in a couple weeks to help me start packing, anything in the house you wouldn’t want them to see while dropping off boxes? I can still bring my old bed, etc for the guest room, right?

All my love, x

01/06 @ 9:58pm

I think I get that, having you around this time makes it different. I’ve never had anyone to really write to while I’ve been away before. Sure, I talked to my grandparents when they were still around and my aunts and uncles, Nat, Ice, and a couple others, but not like this. And I don’t ever want to not feel like this again.

I’m an open book, kid. Ain’t got nothing to hide. And yeah, anything like that feel free to bring with you for the guest room or office. It was the bed, nightstands, and dresser and then your couch for the office, yeah? We can get new bedding and pillows for it if you want? I’m on comms blackout for a couple days, so message me whenever you want so I can read them all when we’re back online.

Your Bradley

01/06 @ 10:07pm

Perfect! Love you and stay safe, rocketman.

01/06 @ 10:09pm

Love you too, kid.

01/09 @ 6:11pm

Bradley, I don’t mean to alarm you, but there was a raccoon in your garage! Scratch that, a FAMILY of raccoons!??! I’m sure Mr Harrington was ready to call the cops when he heard my scream. They’re so cute, but also terrifying at the same time? So, I called Pete and he came right over, a true knight in shining armor! Amelia and I did a THOROUGH sweep of the house to make sure they were relegated to the garage. Pete got them out safe and sound with a random tennis racket and your 4 iron, but somebody’s coming tomorrow to check on how they got in there. And I know they aren’t hurting anyone, but I just don’t want there to be any issues later on? (The babies were actually so cute and reminded me of my cat growing up, Porter.) Anyway! Enough drama for tonight, I hope that gets a laugh out of you - talk soon!

Love you! x

01/10 @ 8:05am

Well, the exterminator got here around 7:30 and sprayed all this stuff and blocked the hole in the crawl space of the garage. He showed me pictures and let me tell you, there was quite the nest up there. These raccoons were living large over the holidays.

01/12 @ 5:21pm

Okay! I’m in the parking lot, waiting for my first cooking class to start. Is it weird I’m a little nervous? I hope everyone else’s skill level is similar, I don’t like feeling behind. I brought my new apron, ironed it and everything. I feel a little like Ina Garten, isn’t she just divine? Okay, okay, I’m going in now! I’ll let you know how it goes! Thanks again for getting me these xx

01/12 @ 7:03pm

I feel so tired? Like my hand cramped a little bit? We started off the class with knife skills, which we’re going to do every week and then made this “simple” egg dish, which was NOT simple and I overcooked the egg. Ina would be so disappointed. Alas! Onto next week. Love you!

01/15 @ 9:12pm

Bradley you’re not going to BELIEVE what just happened on Succession. My heart is POUNDING? Do you think if I called and asked really nicely the Navy would get an HBO subscription for everyone? That is what I would like my tax dollars to go towards. Can you get me a direct line to someone in charge please? Love you!

01/16 @ 7:47am

Not to worry my little Barefoot Contessa, I have returned back to civilization (ie the internet), though am dismayed to have missed this mind blowing Succession episode? Has Perry Mason started back up again or will we be able to watch that together?

Bob and I were in the gym earlier and he almost dropped a dumbbell on my foot, I swear my life flashed before my eyes. But I had a new PR on the bench press today, up to 285 pounds. Glad the cooking lesson went well though! What’s the class makeup like? x Bradley

01/16 @ 9:04am

I’m glad you’re back online and safe! Perry Mason has not started yet, though I’m still certain you’re the only person under the age of 55 that watches it (I guess I should say we’re the only people under the age of 55 that watch it, but whatever). You’ve also missed a couple Top Chef episodes, but we can always binge this season later.

There’s about 12 of us in the class and it’s pretty evenly split? Though there’s tragically this really annoying couple who were at the station next to me. I hope we get to change next week, I don’t think I can watch them feed each other food another week.

And I’m still waiting for that direct line to the Navy, Bradshaw! Love you! x

01/1 6 @ 6:59pm

Wait, wait, how did I miss there? There was a WHAT in my garage? A raccoon? Multiple raccoons? We need to get a dog or a cat or something. x Bradley

01/18 @ 7:02am

Bradley!! I know we talked about a trip once you got home (provided you still feel up for it with the transition and all), what if we went here? I was talking about our tentative plans with my dad and Mary before I went back to San Diego and they went to Punta Mita this past fall and LOVED it! What do you think? Love you!

01/18 @ 6:03pm

Holy shit! That looks absolutely amazing, yes I’d love to go! Can we afford that though? It looks expensive? xBradley

01/18 @ 6:05pm

YAY!! Ahh, I’m so excited you have no idea! I want to hug and kiss you so bad right now! We can fly for free since I have a bunch of AA points (thank you pwc) and then I have like a million Amex points, so it’s not full price!!

01/18 @ 6:12pm

When you say ‘like a million’ do you actually mean a million or?

01/18 @ 6:14pm

Yes! I’ve had this card for like 15 years! My whole family does the pooling on it! It’s a drop in the bucket, promise! Plus, I always use my other card for work and that has a whole bunch of Bonvoy points on it, too. We could stay at one of those? I think there’s a St Regis next door?

01/18 @ 6:22pm

Sweetheart, I want to go, I just don’t want you to waste all those points on this.

01/18 @ 6:26pm

What if we go for 6 nights instead of 9? Maybe no plunge pool? Or we could pay cash instead? And then I could get 6x the points from paying that way? So, really….the points just keep accumulating, we’ve got to use them sometime! The points can pay for the flights and the hotel and then we can split the room charges and incidentals 50:50?

Will you think about it? You don’t have to give me an answer right away and we can always pick another hotel? But if we want to go someplace in late March/early April, I think we should book soon with spring break and all? Not that I imagine many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, but you never know…

01/18 @ 6:33pm

You gotta send me a ppt on all this points stuff, you know math stresses me out. And no, I don’t think many coeds will be staying at the Four Seasons, kid.

01/18 @ 6:37pm

Can I send you a dossier with everything!?! Even if you say no to that I’m doing it anyway ;) just promise me you’ll think about it, please? I’ll do whatever you want, Bradley <3

01/18 @ 6:40pm

Yes, please send the dossier my way henceforth, Moneypenny.

And you’ll do whatever I want, huh? Might have to send you a dossier of my own now…

(But yes, I promise I’ll seriously consider everything. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all this money to make me happy. I’d say we’d both be happy camping out on the beach, but I think that might be a security issue down there, plus neither of us like camping - anyway, you know what I mean.)

01/18 @ 6:43pm

Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!! Is this a dossier for my eyes only? What will M say!? I’ll send you mine if you send me yours?

(But seriously, thank you! I’ll send you more specifics tomorrow - like pricing and whatnot - and you can take a couple days to think it over. And thank you for clarifying the camping thing, I was worried for a second there.)

I love you so much rocketman and we’ll talk (email) tomorrow

x Moneypenny

01/18 @ 6:46pm

I’d say ‘sleep tight,’ but that’s a given considering you haven’t been fucked in a couple weeks.

(Perfect, I genuinely am really excited about it, just want to make sure it works out for us both.)

Love you so much, kid

Your Bradley

01/18 @ 6:58pm

Bradley Bradshaw!! You did not just say that over a government email server!

Imissyourcocksobadlyit’sdrivingmeinsane

01/18 @ 7:01pm

Couldn’t help it. Plus, we both know it’s true.

01/18 @ 7:04pm

Oh, shut up. Shut me up

01/18 @ 11:43pm

I’m sorry if I came off too strong about planning earlier, I might’ve gotten a little carried away and been a little too eager about planning something five days after you’re home from a three month detachment. If at any time before you come home or even right after you come home you don’t feel up to the trip, please please please tell me. I want to do something nice for you and give you a chance to truly relax, but I’d hate for it to come at a price. So, just let me know, okay? Say the word and we’ll push it, alright? I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, but tell me if it’s ever too much. I’ll always be here, promise. Love you x

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01/19 @ 8:29am

Kid, no. I promise I’ll tell you. You know I love how excited you get planning things. I think I like it so much because you take care of it all. Sure, you ask for my opinion and what I want, but I just have to tell you one thing, one idea and you take care of it.

Funny though, isn’t it? How it’s totally opposite in the other side of our relationship? You tell me one thing, one idea and I take care of all of it? Bet it’s hard for you not having someone around to do that for you? Maybe next time we Facetime we can talk more about that? x B

01/19 @ 10:11am

Luckily, I have a very creative imagination, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.

See right now, I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, feeling so overwhelmed. It almost hurts how overwhelmed and frustrated I am. And you bust down the door, hair windswept like you’d flown to Del Mar, and you have that slutty flight suit on and I don’t even mind that you’re sweaty and gross. You smell absolutely divine and I rake my hands through your hair as you eat me out underneath my glass desk. I get a conference call, but you don’t stop the entire time. You like how squirmy and fussy I get, I can’t focus on the deliverable I’m working on for the client. You like that I can’t control myself, that I squeeze my thighs around your head. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore, your cock is aching so badly, and you need to fuck me on top of my desk. You’re so strong it almost breaks. You fuck me so good everyone in the office can hear me crying out for you.

(actually, I’m on the couch, watching college football, but it’s more fun to imagine you fucking me in my office - see, creative imagination! Make sure you get a quiet room for that Facetime...)

Love x

01/19 @ 7:29pm

You think you’re funny, huh? You have any more of those thoughts, feel free to send them my way. ‘m taking out that picture you gave me for Christmas right now. How you taking care of yourself? My imagination isn’t as creative as yours. B

01/19 @ 7:40pm

Guess you’ll have to wait for our next Facetime…

01/20 @ 4:24pm

Your dad and Mary write me emails, you know. They aren’t as good correspondents as you are (for how could they possibly be, my dear?), but they check in about once a week or so. Mary sends me some of the articles she gives her students and talks about the show she’s watching with your dad. Your dad mainly talks about you. It makes me wish my parents were still around to do this stuff with me. Just checking in and writing emails and bragging about me to my girlfriend? How was yesterday’s class?

Your Bradley

01/20 @ 5:39m

I didn’t know they wrote you that often and I’m beyond embarrassed that my dad talks about me that much? But come on, Bradley…you have someone who does that, too? He’s about 5’8” (on a good day), looks great in a leather jacket, and just spent about two hours last weekend cleaning your gutters and telling me about how you won your high school’s debate scholarship?? Like how could you not tell me that? It’s literally one of the hottest things I’ve heard about you!

Class was good! They taught us a trick to cut onions without crying and one of the other girls complimented my apron! We’re doing meats next week, cutting, marinating, cooking, etc. and I’m excited!

01/20 @ 5:42pm

Oh gee, I bet it’s just awful for you to have Mav around all the time. Knight in shining armor…

01/20 @ 5:48pm

He’s not a bother! And it’s not all the time! We’re actually going to get lunch together on Saturday! It’s this new place on the water.

01/20 @ 5:50pm

Sounds like a cute little date! You’ll have to tell me how he is. Love you so much B

01/20 @ 5:55pm

I’ll keep ya posted, bubs! Love you!

01/22 @ 10:01am

Breaking news, kid. Your esteemed, naval aviator boyfriend is going to be on 60 Minutes at the end of February. Totally came out of left field, but I couldn’t say anything until they finished filming. It’s about the Navy in the Pacific and “the lost art of shipbuilding.” They even rigged up a camera on my plane and everything, it was so cool. I’ve been dying to tell you, but again couldn’t say anything until it was official. I probably won’t be on it long since they interviewed the Admiral and Pac Fleet Commander for most of it, but yeah, Payback and Bob and I will be on with my girl Norah. I made sure I had enough sunscreen on so I was camera ready at all times. Love you B

01/22 @ 10:09am

YOU’RE FUCKING SHITTING ME????? Oh my god, Bradley! That’s amazing! Margie even ran into my office to see what made me shriek! I am TOTALLY having a viewing party! Oh my god, how do you think it went? Did they get your good side? What about hair and makeup? I know you get helmet hair, bubs.

Seriously, so so excited and proud of you, Bradley! I’m going to make my dad and Mary come down for it! She doesn’t teach on Mondays, so this is perfect for them to stay over Sunday night! But now don’t go letting all that fame get to your head, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw 😉 Love you so much x

01/24 @ 12:17pm

Rocketman -

I was sitting at my desk earlier and listening to some music before my 12:30 meeting and Elton John’s Rocket Man popped up on my shuffle. Obviously, as you are my rocketman, I always think of you whenever I hear it, but today the lyrics really scratched that special part of my brain, so I did a deep dive into the song’s origins.

Please note, I’m including this time in my billable hours to the client (re. you). My findings are as follows:

Bernie Taupin was inspired by a Ray Bradbury story written in 1951 titled ‘The Rocket Man’ - not drugs as the urban legend states! Drugs! Imagine!

Bradbury’s ‘The Rocket Man’ was first published in Maclean’s, a weekly Canadian magazine, before it was published in the short story collection ‘The Illustrated Man’ that same year

‘The Illustrated Man’ later was made into a film, though ‘The Rocket Man’ story was notably absent

Some of more popular and renowned stories from the collection include ‘The Veldt’ and ‘The Long Rain,’ the latter of which is commonly read in high school honors English

Was client in honors English? Please confirm in follow up correspondence

Client has mentioned extensive library resources at disposal - perhaps he can check this collection out on his next visit? But for now, an executive summary has been provided:

With space travel more commonplace in society, Doug’s father, an astronaut, is sent on frequent, three- month journeys into space

Despite missing his dad, Doug also longs to be a Rocket Man, though his mother frequently prevails on Doug to beg his father to stay on Earth and be with the family

“What’s it like, out in space?” Mother shot me a frightened glance. It was too late. Dad stood there for a full half minute trying to find an answer, then he shrugged.“It’s the best thing in a lifetime of best things.” Then he caught himself. “Oh, it’s really nothing at all. Routine. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked at me, apprehensively. “But you always go back.” “Habit.”

The father finds that his work is ruining his life, but the draw of the stars is too great: "You don’t know what it is. Every time I’m out there I think, if I ever get back to Earth I’ll stay there; I’ll never go out again. But I got out, and I guess I’ll always go out.”

Even while on vacation with the family, having Thanksgiving dinner, or sitting on the back porch, the father’s eyes are always on the sky…

Doug’s father begs him to not be like him, to not be a rocket man, but what happens when his father goes on one last journey to the stars?

Through much reflection, I have decided that ‘The Rocket Man’ was written about you - and your mom and your dad and me and on and on until there is no longer a need for Rocket Men - or the rocket man simply stops and breaks the cycle

You are both the Rocket Man and the little boy, forever waiting for his father to come home from space

The allure of flying, of being a ‘rocket man,’ is both too great and too sad for you to ignore

None of this is to say the rocket man is selfish, no. He simply cannot resist the temptation. He knows nothing other than the thrill and peace of being amongst the stars

And his mother shielding Doug from the sun at the end is like your mom asking Mav to pull your papers, she does it to save him, but it cannot keep him from becoming his father

Needless to say - I had to postpone my 12:30 meeting until tomorrow as my eyes were far too puffy and any word I tried to say felt like cotton in my mouth.

I miss you and I love you - your ‘Lilly’

01/24 @ 8:22pm

Fuck - I love you so much. My clever girl.

01/24 @ 8:28pm

I pour my heart out to you and that’s all you have to say, rocketman? ‘Fuck - I love you so much’

(of course, I also love you so much, my clever boy.)

01/24 @ 8:30pm

Darling - it’s going to take me a little longer to come up with any commentary you deem appropriate, so for the sake of time, yes. I gotta read this story in full. I’ll be at the library at my earliest convenience. ‘The client’ will send an annotated copy with his notes henceforth.

01/24 @ 8:32pm

Of course, sweet boy. Goodnight, I love you so much. x

01/25 @ 11:44am

As promised, my darling girl. Love you.

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01/25 @ 7:14pm

Oh Bradley! I love you so much, rocketman. Yes, I couldn’t have said it better. Yours x

01/26 @ 10:39am

Bradley! They’re sending me to London in February for two weeks! I even get a swanky corporate apartment for the stay. I wish you could come with me - even if it was just for a long weekend? We could go to all my favorite restaurants and afternoon tea and for walks in all the parks. One day it’ll work out!

But tragedy of all tragedies! I just realized I’m going to miss a couple cooking lessons when I’m in London! I already emailed the instructor before today’s class and she said there’s other classes throughout the week that are behind us, so I can make it up with them! Ahhh I’m so excited! Talk soon, love you!

01/26 @ 11:13pm

I didn’t realize how nervous I was about the trip until I went to bed tonight. It’ll be my first trip abroad since I got my promotion in November. Plus, it’s a completely different client than my last trip abroad and I’ve only met one person on this new London team before. Sometimes I go into these meetings and still feel like a little kid? I’m always the youngest person in the room and normally the only woman and on one hand, that’s cool? But sometimes I feel like someone’s daughter instead of their colleague? Like these guys are my dad’s age? And they’re actually supposed to listen to what I have to say about their company? Do you ever feel like that? Like you don’t really belong, despite knowing you’ve earned your place? I wish you were beside me right now. My bed feels way too big tonight. Love you.

01/27 @ 7:48am

Sweetheart! I am so unbelievably proud of you! That’s amazing! You gotta celebrate, go out to dinner with Caro and Darcy, maybe even Nat! I know you’ve been working so hard these last couple of weeks, you absolutely deserve this. I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, but yes. I have absolutely felt like I haven’t belonged or deserved something despite having ‘checked off all the boxes.’ I felt that way when I got promoted to LC and when I got that award in October. Everytime I see it on my uniform, I feel a bit like a faker? Like do I really deserve this? But then I remember the way you smiled at me when I got back to my seat that night and how proud of me you were and I think maybe I do deserve it? Plus, I also think of how goddamn gorgeous you looked all fucked out later that night.

And please note, I would happily slip into bed alongside you, especially since my bed feels way too small tonight. Love you, Bradley

01/27 @ 10:56am

Thank you for earlier. I don’t know, sometimes I just feel like I’m just too soft for all of this? Like I’m always trying to prove something to everyone and I get a little lost. Tell me something good? x

01/27 @ 7:01pm

How about this? Every time I go up in the sky and see the way the sun hits the clouds, I think of you. I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love you so much, kid

Your Bradley

01/27 @ 7:06pm

Sometimes I can’t believe we love each other this much, it feels like a dream x

01/27 @ 7:11pm

I can. Your Bradley

01/30 @ 7:08am

i slept in one of your shirts last night. it doesn’t smell like you anymore, but it feels like you: soft and safe and warm x

01/30 @ 7:23am

Well I spray my pillowcase with your perfume whenever I miss you so I guess we’re even

Your Bradley

ps - can you send me another bottle?

01/30 @ 7:34am

You’re already out? What sort of illicit behavior are you engaging in with that perfume bottle?

01/30 @ 10:33pm

I burrow my face in my pillow so I can smell it while I fist my cock, why? What’d you have in mind?

01/30 @ 10:37pm

How does that work though? Like genuinely? Do you jack off with Rueben in the top bunk? Or wait till he’s in the gym? I’ve been curious about this for a while now. What about the showers? Is it like an open floor plan thing? Or are there stalls? Is there a Zillow listing for this aircraft carrier?

01/30 @ 10:41pm

Now why would I ruin the mystery?

01/30 @ 10:43pm

Bradley!!!!

01/30 @ 10:44pm

Atta girl, that’s the spirit! Love you

02/02 @ 6:30pm

I am so sick of going to the gym. It seems like it’s all Payback and I do lately. We got this new workout regime that’s been killing me - don’t say it’s because I’m old. Though, I have been using my Theragun. Payback does my back if I do his in return. It was only awkward the first time he turned it on too hard and yelped (please tell everyone that).

02/02 @ 6:46pm

Oh, so you and Rueben Theragun each other, huh? Say more Lieutenant Commander!

02/04 @ 2:45pm

Going to Pete and Penny’s in a bit to watch the Super Bowl! Max is at the game, apparently his golf buddy Jimmy G hooked him up, though he neglected to bring me or Caroline. I feel like you would’ve been his first choice, so take that as a compliment I suppose. Do you guys do anything onboard for it? I have $350 on the 49ers winning by 3. Have a lovely day my darling boy x

02/04 @ 9:30pm

Guess who’s as snug as a bug on a rug in her bed AND $1400 dollars richer? That would be me! When you get home we’re going to Juniper and Ivy, my treat, bubs! x

02/06 @ 4:57am

Awww sweetheart are you gonna sugar mama me again?

02/06 @ 7:03am

You do know the only reason you’re getting away with that is because there’s an ocean between us, right?

02/06 @ 6:00pm

Sorry, couldn’t resist! Love you! B

02/06 @ 6:10pm

You’re lucky I love you so much. x

02/08 @ 9:58pm

Can you imagine if I was gone for 20 years?

02/08 @ 10:11pm

Bradley that’s not funny

02/08 @ 10:13pm

It’s not supposed to be. I’m reading the Odyssey and it got me thinking.

02/08 @ 10:16pm

Bradley I love you something awful, but you are such an old man sometimes.

Are you going through some sort of midlife crisis reading the Odyssey while you’re at sea?? Is the Old Man and the Sea next?

(ps i love the thought of you reading in your bunk in your spare time and being so struck by something composed thousands of years ago that you have to email me)

02/08 @ 10:20pm

They wait 20 years to get back to each other - practically half their lives. They miss so many things and barely knew each other before he left, but they’re still so - I don’t even know? They’re just so intent on getting back to the other in Odysseus’s case? While Penelope makes sure there’s something for him to come back to? And I must’ve read this stanza ten times before I had to email you:

"...the gods cast me upon Ogygia, Calypso's island, home of the dangerous sea nymph with glossy braids, and the goddess took me in in all her kindness, welcomed me warmly, cherished me, even vowed to make me immortal, ageless, all my days - but she never won the heart inside me, never"

And I know it’s not a perfect comparison or parallel, but I read that last bit and I couldn’t help but think of you? And how you’re the one who won my heart and it’s always going to be that way. Whether I see you in twenty seconds or twenty years.

02/08 @ 10:23pm

You’d come home to me whether it took twenty seconds or twenty years. You’d come home to me and I’d know you anywhere. I love you so much.

02/08 @ 10:58pm

“Now help me, please, to get back home, and quickly! I miss my family. I have been gone so long it hurts.”

Your Bradley

02/09 @ 7:03pm

At the airport for London! Taking off! And I may or may not have used points to upgrade to a Club World seat…but like? It’s a nonstop flight, so it’s okay, right? Work’s already paying for business class? It’s points from my work card? It’ll be fine, right?

I had to take an ativan in the lounge. I just hate that I still get so nervous whenever I fly long distance? I fly all the time, I shouldn’t be like this? You know, one time, I pretended you were flying my plane. I know it’s kind of dumb and silly and a completely different type of plane, but it made me feel better because you’d never let anything happen to me.

Anyway, we’re book buddies!! I went to the bookstore a couple days ago and got a copy! I read the Odyssey back in high school, but forgot so much. I was reading in the lounge and this part made me think of you:

“...this lovely house, my marriage home, so full of wealth and life, which I suppose I will remember even in my dreams.”

I’ll text you when I land my darling boy, love you x

02/10 @ 6:02am

You gotta squeeze every last bit of your per diem out of pwc. You’ve been working way too hard lately. Fuck it, on the way home just put the upgrade on your work card or put it on mine. Have a safe (rest of your) flight - maybe one day you’ll let me take you up. Love Bradley

02/10 @ 10:08am

Just landed and on my way to the office (already…)

I thought of you as I read and stared out the window on the plane. I could pretend I’m flying towards you, rather than further away. I can’t imagine how you feel doing this everyday, but I imagine it’s like feeling limitless, like everything is in front of you, there for the taking. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me up one day.

I’ll keep you posted on how everything’s going if you do the same. All my love x

02/12 @ 5:49am

How’s it going, kid? They working you too hard? You’re in London! Try to enjoy it, you deserve it. One of the guys I’m with gave me a restaurant recommendation for you, said the drinks were amazing, his wife loved it. Do something fun while you’re there! And send me some pictures dammit!

Love you,

Bradley

02/12 @ 8:22am

Bradley! It’s been so so crazy here! I feel like I haven’t stopped since I landed. My ‘flat’ is so cute and right by the client’s offices, so it’s an easy commute. I feel so professional taking the Tube places too! It’s one thing I’d like us to have in San Diego as opposed to all the traffic. Also, it’s CHILLY here and I’m so glad I dug my big coat out of storage. I’ll try and check the restaurant out this weekend, I’m gonna sneak in a trip to the Tate, too. I’ve always wanted to see the Turners. Talk soon and love you bunches! x

02/14 @ 9:54am

Bradley Bradshaw! You absolute SAP! HOW!?! Did you conspire with my dad again? Thank you for the flowers! I’m going to have the biggest smile on my face all day. I love you and hope this is the first of a lifetime of Valentine’s Days together. Always x

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid. I’m not gonna lie, I gave your dad very specific instructions for the bouquet (I was going to ask Max, but he’d probably swap it for something ugly and cheap and keep the change…kidding (not)), so I’m glad they turned out well. It was a very big day on board today: we got special red heart cookies for the holiday. The mood was infectious, I can still taste the sprinkles. Maybe you could cook for me on our next Facetime? Have you learned anything good in class lately? It doesn’t have to be fancy, just wanna see you (and maybe also live vicariously through whatever you’re making).

02/14 @ 7:33pm

Bradley! I think I can swing that for you, when do you think our next call will be?

02/16 @ 3:18pm

Kid, you spoil me. This package is amazing, I don’t know where to start (just kidding it’s with the Cadbury chocolate and the Sudocrem as my burnt shoulders thank you), but everything is wonderful, thank you. I love hearing about London and seeing the pictures you sent last time. But I do have one complaint…you’re not in any of the pictures, kid, and that’s truly egregious. (Think we won’t be able to Facetime for a while, I gave Payback my slot the other day.)

02/16 @ 3:23pm

That’s not true! I’m in the one in front of the Tate!

02/16 @ 3:25pm

Yeah, but I can’t see you under all those layers! Just want to see your face. It’s been way too long since our last Facetime.

02/16 @ 9:52pm

As requested, Lieutenant Commander. I had one of the girls in the London office take this at dinner tonight. She really did wonders with the lighting and even managed to get my sidecar in the pic! x Love you

02/17 @ 6:55am

You look pretty. New dress? B

02/17 @ 7:17am

Maybe…it was on sale, couldn’t resist. But you’re gonna hate me because all of my clothes are very much not going to fit in your closet. Also, I bought you a new jacket and some socks. x

02/17 @ 7:20am

Ehhh I’m not too worried about the closet thing. But if you keep buying me clothes we might have a problem.

02/17 @ 7:24am

It’s so cute though!! You’re going to look so handsome in it! I got the green one for you!

02/17 @ 7:29am

Okay, admittedly a very nice jacket, thank you. But you are aware that we live in San Diego…

02/17 @ 7:31am

I am aware of that fact, LC Bradshaw. You can wear it when we visit my parents. Hell, I had to get my coat out of my storage closet for this trip.

02/17 @ 6:53pm

Sighhhhh you raise a good point. Alright, alright, thank you for the jacket and socks my darling girl. What’d you have for dinner last night? We had chicken with these absolutely awful biscuits, tasted like saw dust, my stomach was growling for some more of that Cadbury chocolate (yes, Payback and I ate all of it already, though it was mainly Payback) for hours afterward.

02/17 @ 6:59pm

Oh my sweet boy! Who do I need to call about your meal plan? Give me the number and I’ll call the Navy up right now. And I had scallops with truffle risotto. It was delicious. Wanted to lick the bowl clean. Love you bubs x

02/19 @ 10:22pm

Bubs, I cannot eat another meal out. I feel like I’m going to burst. I’ve gone to so many work dinners and lunches even before coming here, it almost makes me feel like a glutton.

I miss you and your cooking (though I’ll have you know that my skills were vastly improving before my trip abroad!) and you standing behind me at the counter while I try to perfectly cut peppers. Sometimes I do it wrong on purpose so you’ll put your arms around me and I can feel the rumble of your voice. Would we call that weaponized incompetence? You better be ready for some Michelin Star meals when you get home, buddy. I just can’t wait to be home with you and roll over next to you in the morning and to tell you to stop snoring and that the battery in the smoke detector needs to be changed. I can’t wait to be home with you and make a life with you. I’m going to be really sappy now, but let me have this because I was reading this poem the other day and thought of you.

“I am supposed to be touched. I can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” (x)

Only a month until you’re home with me, I hope you’re hungry.

All my love x

02/20 @ 4:50am

It’s only weaponized incompetence if the other person minds. I, however, do not mind. I loved that quote you sent me, going to be thinking about that one for a long time. I hate to tell you this, but I’m gonna be offline for a couple days. I hate that it’s at the end of your trip, but please please message me when you’re leaving/taking off and again when you land, you know I worry. Love you and am so unbelievably proud of you, kid! You killed it in London. Your Bradley

02/20 @ 7:03am

That’s okay, I totally understand. I’ll give you all the details on our next Facetime. In the meantime, I message you when I leave. Stay safe and love you, Bradley! x

02/23 @ 3:45pm

Taking off soon! I got an upgrade again, thankfully! And I made sure to put your new coat in my carry on - I don’t trust British Airways not to lose it! Taking an ativan again so hopefully I’ll sleep the entire flight - love you and talk soon!

02/24 @ 10:33pm

Just landed, slept through….90% of the flight! Apparently, there was bad turbulence, so probably for the best. Now, I know you would never have me deal with that my darling rocketman! Talk later - love you! x

02/25 @ 7:09pm

Feels kind of weird being back? I can’t quite get back into my routine. I’m not sure if it’s jet lag or something else? Feeling a little lost? x

02/26 @ 7:55pm

Bradley!!! You were so good, I’m so so proud of you! Max had everyone over at his place for us to watch you! We have quite the party here including my parents, Pete, Penny and Amelia, Natasha, Mickey and Cielo, Caroline, and Darcy. I’ll have to tell you about the parents meeting later. I wish you had been here for it, they took to each other like bees to honey.

You looked tragically handsome, I practically had to hold back a moan when you were standing on the flight deck talking to Norah O’Donnell (is she as nice in person as she is on TV?). God, I want to ravish you, you sounded so fucking smart. You know like half the country is going to be in love with you now, right? I’ve got to get back to everyone, Max ordered dinner for us afterwards, but I had to email you as soon as you finished!

Just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am and how much I love you x

02/27 @ 5:09am

Thanks, kid. Sorry it took me a bit to respond, things have been getting a bit crazy, you know, now that I’m a celebrity and all? We’re winding down this training, so the next couple weeks are gonna be full of debriefs and paperwork, which means I should have a more stable schedule. Love you B

02/28 @ 11:48pm

Sometimes I wonder if you were here what would you do? Hold me? Love me? I never feel small except when I’m in your arms. x

02/29 @ 11:48pm

Some nights in bed, if I try really hard, I can imagine I’m laying down next to you. And it makes everything just a little easier. Bradley

03/01 @ 12:56am

I haven’t taken anything besides my fingers in months. You’re going to stretch me out so well when you get home.

03/01 @ 7:19pm

And I’m gonna mark your ass pink for that comment. I can’t believe you sent that in the middle of the day. You getting yourself off at work? Dirty girl.

03/01 @ 9:41pm

Never feels as good as when you do it.

03/01 @ 10:01pm

And my hands pale in comparison to your pretty little cunt. You know that first time we slept together you were so fucking tight, I knew you hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. It gonna be like that again when I come home?

03/01 @ 10:05pm

Where are you going to have me first?

03/01 @ 10:06pm

In our bed, in our house, after you make me dinner in our kitchen.

03/01 @ 10:09pm

Just over two weeks now, I can’t wait to see you. x

03/03 @ 5:55am

How you holding up, kid? You doing a little better this week work wise? Try and log off around 5 if you can. Don’t want you getting all worn down on me.

They had us doing these war games yesterday that made me think of you. You would’ve walked circles around some of these other guys I swear. Think I can get a Facetime for us in a couple days? Probably will be our last one before I come home. Love you, B

03/03 @ 7:12am

Bradley! That's the best news I’ve had in ages! I can’t wait to see you! Definitely felt a little lost after coming back from London, but I hope my rut will be over soon? Tying things up with a client is always so lengthy and tedious.

War games! ‘Would you like to play a game?’ I’d ask if you won, but no one ever wins in the art of war 😉Love you!

03/05 @ 8:54pm

So, here’s a new one. My mom called? She’s going to be stateside and wants to get lunch tomorrow. Could’ve done with a bit more warning, but apparently, she has a layover in San Diego on her way to New York to see my brother? I didn’t even know she was going to see him? I don’t even know if I want to see her? It’s funny, I can already tell you exactly how it’ll play out:

We’ll go to lunch at some sort of vegan restaurant, probably Donna Jean

She’ll make me pay

She’ll try to get me to use some sort of herb to promote weight loss since I’m looking a bit “pudgy” around the face

Though she’ll forget to ask about you, she’ll tell me about her latest string of failed relationships with bartenders and surf instructors in Canggu. Or is it Ubud? I genuinely don’t remember, she started in Ubud, but honestly my knowledge of Balinese geography is rudimentary at best

She’ll ask how ‘that woman’ is doing as if Mary is just the woman my dad is seeing, not the woman who raised me and my brother

And finally, she’ll ask for money though betting is still open as to what for!

So, what do you say? Wanna put a wager on it? Your terms.

Love you! x

03/06 @ 6:30am

$100 she orders the caesar and makes you pay. I’m not even going to entertain the third parlay, pretty girl. Oddly feeling like she’s got a winner on her hands so yes she’ll talk about her new paramour. Does she really call Mary ‘that woman?’ And yes, without a question, she will ask you for money.

Your move my gorgeous girl,

Bradley

03/06 @ 7:49pm

I really wish you were here right now. She doesn’t even know me, but she somehow always manages to make me feel small.

Caesar - no croutons

I paid

Pudgy and frumpy, but she was hawking shakes not herbs

Failed relationship? No, she’s actually GETTING MARRIED

She did not ask about you much other than to say I need to watch my figure for you (see bullet point no. 3)

Mary was called ‘that woman’ six times before I stopped counting

She asked for money as a wedding present

So, you didn’t get them all, but not a bad showing. Love you. Talk tomorrow on Facetime. x

03/07 @ 6:09am

God kid, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Actually, I don’t even think she deserves to know what she’s missing. Did you talk to your dad or Mary about it? I know we’re talking later, but I just wanted you to have a message from me before you start your day. What’re you wearing to the office tomorrow? Have you worn that polka dot dress with the bow lately? You know it’s one of my favorites and that I always love unwrapping it when you get home from the office.

Can’t wait to see you tonight. All my love, Bradley

03/07 @ 9:55am

The dress doesn’t fit. My mom was right, I shouldn’t have gotten the french toast.

I’m planning on talking to dad and Mary later today before you and I have our Facetime. I know they’ll make me feel better, much like you have my darling boy, but it still feels pretty crummy. Especially since I’m sure she’s going to have wonderful time in New York with my brother 🙄 and I’ll have to hear all about it next time I talk to him.

And I’m not sure if I’ve unpacked that dress yet! I’ll have to do some digging. Talk soon! x

03/10 @ 3:26am

We had a little baby. He was always giggling and laughing and we were making silly faces and he looked so small in your arms, Bradley. So small and little and he was ours. And then I turned around and he was toddling around the house and we were chasing him and his little legs were moving so quickly and we all wound up on the couch in a tangle of limbs, giggling under the blankets as we tickled him and he called you daddy.

It wasn’t our house - or what will be our house, I guess? Instead of the leather couch you have, it was white and big and wide and the three of us could easily fit on it, snuggled together.

And I could feel your arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I could feel you humming in my ear and kissing my neck and telling me you loved me. I could feel it. I could feel you. I could feel him and you. And it was nice and I felt warm and safe and cherished and loved. Because I felt so much love for this little boy in my arms - the perfect mix of me and you. Everything felt right and perfect.

Except when I rolled over in bed to tell you about it, I realized I was alone in my bed, in my apartment, and not in the house that we shared or with the little boy that looked so much like you and I haven’t felt so empty and sad since I can’t remember when.

And I just miss you so much, Bradley. I know I can come across as glib and unfeeling sometimes and like this doesn’t affect me as much. But it does and sometimes I feel like my heart is going to burst because I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before? It’s never been so easy for me to love someone and let them love me to the point that I always want to be beside them. And I know with your job - and mine - that can’t always happen, but god Bradley I wish you were here right now so you could hold me and tell me you loved me because I just want to feel your arms around me and know you’re real. I want to tell you about the little boy - the perfect mix of me and you.

I love you rocketman x

03/11 @ 12:49pm

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I realize that’s a lot to drop on you, especially since we can’t talk in person. I guess I’ve just never missed a person more in my life and seeing that future showed me what we could have when you come home. God, Bradley I want you to come home so badly. I want you to stay here with me forever and never leave and to have that cute little boy who was the perfect mix of me and you and to have you here in my arms every night. And I know it’s selfish of me to ask or even make you think about it, but I want you right here - in twenty seconds, not twenty years.

How did your hop go today? x

03/11 @ 7:03pm

I have dreams like that, too. I’ll be little, but still older than I was when my dad died and we’ll be at the beach, running around, and he’ll pick me up and spin me around like I’m flying on an airplane.

But then it’ll be me and my kid, running around and I’ll pick them up and spin them around like they’re flying on an airplane. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a little boy. But I always just can feel and tell that I love them and I’d do anything for them.

And I used to hate waking up alone after I had them and I’d feel empty and sad and like I had the feeling that they should still be there? Except now I have you and I know it doesn’t just have to be a dream?

Sorry it took me so long to reply. Today was hectic and I didn’t get to check my email until later. But if I checked it earlier, my day would’ve been a lot easier on my heart.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/12 @ 7:11pm

How do you always know exactly what to say? I’m sorry for springing that all on you, know it wasn’t exactly a quick/easy message, but I love that you knew exactly what I meant. My day’s always a lot easier on my heart when I hear from you, too. Love you x

03/13 @ 10:17pm

i miss having you around to take care of me. and telling me what to do and what to wear for you and how you want me and where you want me and when you want me and and and. and how good i feel around you as you come, how you take what’s yours. how i need you to take control and tell me what i need because i’m too much of a dumb slut to figure it out on my own. i need you so much bradley. and it’s so hard because i’m trying to take care of myself like you do and imagine what you’d do if you were with me right now. but i’m so frustrated since no one takes care of me like you do. i feel so empty. nothing stretches me out like you do, nothing makes me feel as small as you do, nothing makes me flush like the sound of your voice against my neck as i come, nothing soothes the ache inside me like you do. need you to call me good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl, anything as long as it’s yours.

i need you i need you i need you i need you bradley bradley bradley bradley

3/13 @ 10:39pm

Awwww sweetheart, did you get yourself all worked up over me? It’s okay, I know it’s hard for you all by yourself. Must’ve been real bad for you to risk this getting flagged, huh? Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.

Want you to pretend I’m next to you, leaning over you as you lay down and touch yourself. Say yes Bradley, more Bradley. Bradley, Bradley, Bradley. Good girl.

Want you naked under the covers, no frilly little pajama set or anything. No, I want your cum to stain the sheets and then for you to have to clean up in the morning, all embarrassed because you did this. You made yourself like this because you can’t control yourself without me around. All that cum being wasted. Nobody around to lick it off your pussy. So what doesn’t get on the sheets, you have to taste. Good girl.

Want you to use your fingers - only your fingers, I’ll know if you use anything else. Start with your breasts. Think of how perfectly they fit in my hands and how yours aren’t quite the same. They aren’t as big. Aren’t as strong. Play with your nipples, drag your nails across the soft skin on the underside of your breasts.

Want you to sigh my name as you slide your hands down your stomach towards your pretty little pussy. Have you shaved? Gotten a wax? You know how I like it, want it just like that when I get home. Pretend it’s my fingers sliding into your cunt. A few touches and you’re already clenching on air and I’m not even around.

In and out, in and out. Circle your clit with your thumb. Add another finger, then another. You rocking your hips yet? I know you’re soaked. I know you want more. Three fingers can’t stretch you out nearly as much as you need. But I don’t know if you can handle anything else without me around. And I know you would never disagree with me, right? Because you’re my good girl and good girls do what they’re told.

Don’t hesitate to get loud. You’re in our house, in our bed, you can be as loud as you want. Bet you’re getting close, huh? Try and last a little longer, can you hear yourself and how wet you are? Are you shaking yet? I know you’re close. Go ahead, speed up your fingers, just the way I do. It’s okay, you can come. Know you’re gonna get sleepy soon, wish I could sleep inside you, nice and tight.

Now say thank you Bradley. Good girl.

03/14 @ 5:49pm

Thank you, Bradley. Thank you for taking care of me last night

You like chicken piccata, right?

03/14 @ 7:33pm

Yeah, kid, I like chicken piccata.

03/14 @ 7:39pm

Okay, that’s good. I’m going to make it when you come home. I ran it by my cooking instructor. Ina’s recipe of course.

(I’ve read your email seven times since you sent it. I’ve thought about it constantly. I want you to take me softly and slowly that first time. But after that? I can’t wait to let go and float. Love you so much x)

03/15 @ 6:09am

You’re the boss. Good thing I’ll be home soon, you’re gonna run out of material. As is, I had to type that last one with one hand.

Love you,

03/15 @ 7:21am

I’ll be good till you get home, promise.

Have a good day, do you think we’ll get to talk much from now till Friday? Love you x

03/15 @ 7:24am

I’ll hold you to it.

I don’t think so, might be able to send one out before leaving the boat. Better make it a good one.

All my love

Your Bradley

03/15 @ 7:25am

You got it! Love you bubs

03/18 @ 11:08pm

Kid - there’s this lyric that keeps running through my head: ‘and I want you right here.’ I want you beside me - today, tomorrow, all my days. I want you right here, beside me forever. In twenty seconds, not twenty years. See you tomorrow.

All my love,

Your Bradley

03/18 @ 11:11pm

See you tomorrow, rocketman. I’ll be the one in blue.

Love you x

a/n: thanks for reading! i'll be back with part ii and part iii (hopefully not in...4 months). i had so much fun writing these and getting to explore a different format and side to their relationship! thanks to alexa @sometimesanalice, kylie @ofstoriesandstardust, cass @notroosterbradshaw, elle @dissonannce, nik @cherrycola27, and loren @heartsofminds for all the support!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #bradley and smart aleck #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster x reader

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Late Night Tip (3:15)

Stiles Stilinski x Black!reader

This story will contain… Cursing, Drugs, Drug Usage, and Smut. PROCEED WITH CAUTION 18+

a/n: Stiles is a bit of an asshole in this but kinda not, if you understand his reasoning. Idk, it’s up for you to decide. Plus this take place after season 3b and before season 4. And Listen to 3:15 by Russ.

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Stiles had a secret no one knew about, not even Scott. And that was you. Boy, did Stiles love him some you. Contrary to what many people believed, Stiles wasn’t virgin. Before he had first slept with Malia, he had his fun with you. You had that boy wrapped around your finger, and if it weren’t for you wanting to stay friends with benefits, he probably would’ve put a ring on your finger.

But now, Stiles was at point where he wanted to be in a relationship. He wanted someone he could claim as his other half and be by his side. It would’ve been you, but you made it clear you didn’t want that right now. But Malia did. In fact, things between the two were getting quite serious. Especially since a night ago while the two were having, protected sex, she blurted out that he was her boyfriend. Stiles wasn’t sure how to react, he told her he thought they needed to give it some time before they rushed into things considering they have only started hanging with each other two months ago. Despite what he said, He did want a relationship plus him and Malia had built a great rapport with each other.

That has led him to his current dilemma, Malia had decided to be home with her dad tonight, since he complained about her staying out too much and his father was currently sleeping after a hard day of work. It was 1:00 in the morning and Stiles was awake. He was seated in his gaming chair, headset halfway on, as his fingers constantly tapped against the keyboard. In the middle of his battle, his phone starting vibrating violently against his desktop. Pausing his game, he reached for his phone. His heart immediately started racing as he saw your name coming across the screen. He hadn’t heard from you in two weeks since your last encounter, that thought alone gave him shivers. He knew it was wrong, since he was considering him and Malia being together but his rationale was that he didn’t verbally agree to it yet. The angel on his shoulder told him to ignore it, it was better to leave it where it stayed. But the devil was tempting him like Eve and you were the apple. He sighed, shaking his head at his next move, he cleared his throat before pressing the green button.

“Hello?” He asked in the phone.

“Hi Mitchie! I missed you.” You answered gleefully, making his stomach flutter. In those two weeks of your absence, he definitely missed hearing your nickname for him.

“I missed you too baby girl.” He replied, making your stomach flutter now.

“Sorry, I kinda ditched you for a while. My cousins were staying with me and taking up all of my time.” You explained remorsefully, hoping he’d accept your reasoning.

“It’s fine. I was kinda caught up in some things too.” He responded coolly, making you sigh in relief.

“Are you busy right now?” You asked.

“For you, never.” He replied smoothly, making you giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

“Come over then. I’m home alone and could use some company.” You knew he would, every time you called he would answer and be there.

“I’ll be over in 15.”

“I’ll be waiting, Mitchie.” You stated seductively, before the line clicked.

Stiles sighed, feeling his groin twitch, he knew it was shameful for someone to get this kind of reaction out of him from just a few words, but with his clouded mind, he could care less. He was thinking with his other head. Stiles quietly ran to his bathroom to brush his teeth, he was grateful he took a shower not to long ago. He grabbed his cologne, spraying a few pumps before tucking his phone and keys into his pocket. He slowly creaked open his bedroom door, not wanting to disturb his father or alert him of his departure, before tip toeing down the hall then the stairs and out the front door, making sure to lock and close it softly behind him. He made his way to his prized baby blue Jeep, parked just across the street. He unlocked his door before getting in, cranking his loud car, hoping his father didn’t hear before peeling off in the direction of your home.

The trip to your house was quick, seeing as he could speed due to the empty road and it only being a 10 minute drive from his. He pulled into your empty driveway, signifying that no one was home. There were times where your father’s car would be parked there, but Stiles deduced that he might’ve been at work. Stiles cut his car off before shooting you a text letting you know he was outside. Stiles sat back in his seat, staring out in thought while waiting for your response.

His mind wondered between you and Malia. He didn’t like the thought of leaving you alone at all. He loved being around you, even if majority of the time it was during the night. It was the way he saw your eyes lit up every time you saw him, they way y’all naturally clicked, how y’all shared similar interests. It was like y’all were a perfect match, or that was what he felt like. But with Malia it was different, he knew they had different personalities and interests, it wasn’t bad though he was all for learning and teaching new things. He liked how possessive Malia was over him, something about that turned him on. He thought her nonchalant and some clueless words and actions were just adorable. He genuinely liked Malia as well. Plus, the Pack was familiar with Malia and knew they were messing around. He nervously thought about how they’d react if he randomly brought you around, especially Malia, despite you knowing him longer.

Suddenly a rapid knock came from the passenger window, making Stiles violently jump. He sighed in relief seeing your bubbly expression through the glass. He reached over to unlock the door.

“You scared the hello outta me.” He said, looking at you incredulously as you climbed inside his car. To which, you lightly laughed at, picturing his scared reaction once again. In the midst of you laughing, you failed to witness Stiles bite lip as his eyes roamed your thick curves and it’s attire. The baby blue satin pajama shorts you sported, were being consumed by full bottom. Your button up was opened at the top, giving Stiles a beautiful view of your inviting chest being secured by a black lace bra. You were going to be the death of him.

“Sorry Mitchie,” You state apologetically, oblivious to his intense staring. Your words snapped him out of his raunchy thoughts.

“I wanna try something with you.” You announced before digging in the pockets of your pajamas, fishing out a small baggy, fill with a green substance.

“What is that?” Stiles inquired, face scrunching as it’s pungent smell hit his nose.

“Weed, my cousin gave it to me.” You answered, holding up the baggy higher for him to see. He took the baggy from your hands, inspecting the crushed up substance closely,

“What do you wanna do with this?” He asked curiously. You gave Stiles a ‘really’ look.

“Obviously smoke it. I want you to do it with me.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He stated, shocked by the news.

“I don’t but I caught my cuz smoking and she let me hit it. She said it supposed to make you feel horny and it does. Afterwards, all I could think about was you,” You explained casually. Stiles couldn’t lie, his stomach did backflips when you said that, though he kept his composure.

“But I couldn’t do anything about it until they left but she gave me some to try with you and some papers to roll it in. She said it should be enough for one blunt.” You continued, now showing him the neatly folded, white rolling papers.

As much as Stiles’s curiosity was peaked, he was hesitant. The most he ever did was drink, he never did drugs before. Of course, as a high schooler, he had multiple chances to but ultimately never did, it just wasn’t his thing.

“You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to, I just thought I would ask.” You reassured, sensing his hesitation. You didn’t mind if he didn’t want to, the last thing you wanted him to feel was pressured. You, however, were still were going to though.

Stiles thought about his decision, weighting his options. He settled on dismissing his uncertainty, before declaring, “Fuck it, let’s roll up.”

You gave him a mischievous smile.

“Come on we’re going to my room.”

You both were sitting out on the small couch of your furnished bedroom patio with a throw blanket tossed over you both, while smoking the blunt. Your back laid comfortably on the pillow against the rail, with your feet resting on Stiles lap underneath the covers. Stiles scrolled the twitter, while absentmindedly rubbing your feet. It was your turn to hit, you slowly inhaled, holding it in before releasing with blow. Stiles had stopped halfway way through the blunt, which didn’t surprise you due it being his first time smoking. Surprisingly he didn’t cough on his first time, which was shocking. You were new to it too but he seemed to handle it better than you, though both of you were equally stoned. You placed the roach blunt in the empty cup, you and Stiles used to dump the ashes. You were out of your body, feeling everything yet nothing at the same time. Stiles felt similarly, the weed lived up to your standards, he was high and horny.

“I’m definitely buzzed. What bout you?” He asked putting his phone away, turning to face you, only to find you already staring at him intensely, your eyes low and red.

“Me too.” You retorted, pulling your perfectly pedicured feet from him.

“I feel it but I’m feeling other things as well.” You uttered, sitting up on your knees, pushing Stiles back into the couch before you straddled his lap. His sizable hands rested on your hips. You avoided kissing him, wanting to work him up first. You traced kisses lasciviously to his collarbone. Stiles lightly moaned and shivered, feeling your luscious lips against his neck. His hands made their way into your blue satin pajama bottoms, he groaned, feeling the absence of your underwear.

“You ready to go back inside?” He asked, clearly captivated by your actions, he was becoming hard as a rock. You pulled away from his neck, pecking him on his lips before nodding. You climbed from Stiles lap, standing, holding out your hand, which he graciously accepted. You pulled Stiles with you inside, toward your bed. You sat down on the plush comforter, with an insatiable looking Stiles standing over you, awaiting your next move. You tugged Stiles closer by the pull strings of his pajama pants, as the other unbuttoned your top the rest of the way. Your amorous gaze never left Stiles the entire time. You shrugged your top from your shoulders, letting in pool behind you, showcasing your see through bra. Stiles’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he watched you, feeling all his blood rush below. You were satisfying his carnal desires, in the most teasing way and he couldn’t take it anymore. You let Stiles push you against the bed for you to lay back. You giggled at his eagerness before you were silenced by his lips meeting yours. You opened your legs, allowing him to nestle himself between your thighs as he hovered you. You gasped feeling his hard girth rest against your pussy. Stiles took that opportunity to sneakily slip his tongue in, effectively deepening your kiss. Your hands slipped up his arms to wrap yours around his neck, carting your fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles groaned, pulling away from your kiss, giving you both a chance to breathe. You both stared at each other with this wanting look. Both of you seemed to silently communicate, it wasn’t long before your soft plump lips met his soft bowed ones. This time, Stiles lifted up, you felt his fingers ghost your sides, causing you to quiver at his light touch. His hands found the front of your shorts, he began tugging your snuggle short down. You pulled away from the kiss, lifting your bottom to helping him remove them. You mouth gaped as you watched him descend to your leaking mound, which was still covered by your lace undies. He eyes found yours, making your heart thud faster. You whined as his tongue glided gently over you clothed clit, as he tossed the pajama bottoms from around your ankles. You wanted Stiles badly, He had your heart feeling like it was imploding. But the way you felt was more than just sexually you loved Stiles, and you wanted to tell him. You weren’t sure if it was your intoxicated mind but you felt the need to tell him before y’all went any further. Just as he was to part your legs open,

“Wait.” You exclaimed, gently pushing Stiles away from you. You set up from the bed, anxiously watching as Stiles’s half naked stand over, he casted you a concerned look.

“What wrong?” He questioned, clearly confused by your shut off, he tell you were anxious, your leg started jumping. You eyed him, little did he know you fighting a battle in your mind. Your previous thoughts of Stiles being just a fling had blossomed into something more. You were infatuated with him, you were internally praying that he felt the same.

Going against everything screaming fiber and nerve in your body, you spouted out, “Stiles I like you.” Your eyes meeting his. He saw as your eyes glimmered with hope.

Those four words, made Stiles’s mental crack. As much as he wanted to hear those words before, they also made him panic now. He struggled deeply to collect these three words, but ultimately he felt like it was for your own good.

“Y/N I can’t.” He stated, his head hanging in defeat, his eyes avoiding yours. He was feeling were more conflicted than before, he hadn’t thought you actually like him back. It was like his wish came true but right now, considering his circumstances, he couldn’t accept it, not right now.

That spark you had, dwelled instantly and was replaced with sadness and embarrassment. A ache in heart begin to form, you, now, thought you read the situation wrong. You forced your tears back, masking the hurt like a pro.

“Stiles I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You confessed, swallowing the large lump in your throat.

“You told me you only wanted to be friends Y/N.”He reasoned, looking at you with a remorseful expression. Unknowingly to him, his reaction added fuel to fire, that is the ache in your heart.

“I know but I tried. I tried to convince myself and I tried to remind you that I wanted to stay friends but I couldn’t help it. The more we started to see each other, the less we started being ‘beneficial’ and more like friends, I started to feel things I shouldn’t have,” You expressed, ignoring the painful burn behind your eyes.

“The last time we were with each other and you spent the night with me was the last time I was supposed to see you Stiles because I fucked up. I fell for you, I went against my own words, I knew I wasn’t supposed to but I couldn’t help it. I tried to stay away from you Stiles but I like being with you. The way you are, the way you smile and laugh, they way you kiss me and hold me, it does something no one else can do.” You elaborated further, letting months of feelings off your chest. You words made the pit of Stiles stomach ache, he wanted to say so much but couldn’t. Stiles knew it was wrong to get with you in the first place, you pulled him so easily into your current, it swept him away. He would love to be with you but he couldn’t risk pulling you into something that’s hard to get out of.

“I can’t do this right now.” Stiles grumbled, going for his discarded shirt.

“Stiles wait,” You called out, standing to stopping him from gathering his belongings to leave. You knew it was stupid, but you wanted to feel Stiles one last time, even though it wasn’t the way you hoped.

“Now I know how you feel. I just want be with you one last time. Please?” You pleaded, looking to the floor, trying to suppress your shame.

Stiles’s mind was running a mile a minute. Part of him knew he shouldn’t have came here but ultimately he couldn’t have himself either. He knew he liked you way before you realized you liked him. He was in love from the start. But he liked Malia as well, plus Malia knew about the supernatural world, and could protect herself. Seeing what he caused with Allison messed him up, no matter what anyone told him, he felt guilty because sacrificing himself to the Nemeton was his choice and many innocent people had gotten killed for it even one of his friends. He wouldn’t be able to handle life well if he’d known he brought you into something that had gotten you hurt.

So he stood in these few moments staring at you with confused expression, debating whether he wanted to leave of not. This was his second chance before he made another mistake.

You stood there watching Stiles watch you with this unreadable expression, you could tell he was thinking. Part of you knew you were fucked up for asking him to be with you one last time, after spilling your heart out, but you couldn’t hold out any longer. Given the reaction for Stiles, you were certain he didn’t feel the same way. He loved you for your body, not you. Tears started to fall from your eyes as your head dropped further in shame, that seem to snap Stiles out of his train of thought.

“Y/N” He tried, walking towards you but you moved back. You watery eyes met his, and through your quivering lips, you stated,

“Just leave then Stiles. It’s better if we leave it off like this anyways.”

Before your mind could register anything, Stiles’s shirt was at your feet and his lips met yours. Your defensiveness instantly faded away, you melted like butter against Stiles, immediately accepting his passionate kiss. Your lips moved to together sensually, as Stiles backed you up against the door of your closet. Your hands latched to the lining of his jaw, as his hands clasped firmly onto your hips, pulling your bodies closer. You both wanted the same thing in this moment, and it was to feel each other, even if it was for the last time. You just wanted to pretend everything didn’t happen before this, you wanted to live in the moment, you wanted savor what you could from this situation.

You felt his tongue ease its way into your mouth, causing you moan. You willingly accept his actions, following his lead. Your hands trailed to his brunette strands, gently combing through them, as you both made out. Then Stiles pulled away, a single line saliva connecting your lips. You greedily followed his lips with a whine. You didn’t want it to end. Then you felt his palms on the sides on your face.

“Do you want this?” Stiles asked gruffly, his large hands cradled your cheeks as he wiped the stray tears from your face.

Not trusting your words, you nodded.

“I need words baby girl.” Stiles affirmed. Your teary eyes finally meeting his watery ones.

“Yes Mitchie.” You whimpered out, staring longingly at his bowed lips.

You and Stiles clothes were scattered across the bedroom floor. You laid on your back on the bed, with kneeling between your legs. You cried out in pleasure, as Stiles’s reddened lips, slurped hungrily against your clit. You couldn’t believe Stiles had you folded like this, your feet were at your ears, his hands was tucked firmly on the creases behind your thighs. You bottom poked out in the air, as Stiles devoured you like it was his last meal.

“Stiles.” You moaned, scratching at the messed up bedding beneath you.

Stiles groaned, sending shockwave through your body, he soaked up everything that leaked from you. Your juices covered in and around his mouth, he wasn’t sure if it was the weed making him this thirsty or you were but his flittering tongue never left your pulsating clit and his mouth didn’t stop drinking from your delicious fountain. The euphoric burn that settle in your lower stomach spread and intensified. You reach out, pushing against Stiles shoulders,

“Fuck Stiles, I c-can’t.” You whined, tears coming from your eyes. “‘S too much!” You slurred drunkenly.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Stiles had released one of your thighs, letting your leg drop. You sharply gasped, eyes rolling, back arching high as Stiles ease his two digits into your sopping entrance. As he alternated between dragging his thick fingers against your walls to french kissing your clit.

“I-I’m cu-” You tried to warn him but it was too late. You started shaking, your vision whiting out, your moans and whimpers were caught in your throat. The intense feeling took over your body, causing you to lock up, your thighs squishing his head as your quenching essence flowed into his awaiting mouth. You were seeing stars as Stiles released you, watching as your bottom half flopped back to the bed. You were completely spent, your box braids had fell from it’s perfect bun, now flowing aimlessly from your scalp, your bronze skin had a glazed look from the layer of sweat that coated it. In your mind, Stiles had you looking an absolute mess but to him you looked stunning. It made him impossibly harder looking at how out of it you were.

Stiles hissed as he slowly jerked his painfully hard dick. Thick droplets of precum oozed from his angry red tip. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, your fucked out expression, the way you moaned his name, the way you tasted had him stuck, like he had you.

He watched your dazed eyes meet his dark and lustful ones. Stiles placed a single kiss to your overly sensitive clit, making you twitch and whimper, before placing a gentle one to your full lips.

“You okay?” He asked, trailing sensual kisses along your rounded cheeks to your neck, all while layering his slender form overtop of your thick one, his arms cradling your head.

“Yes Mitchie.” You mewled breathlessly, arms wrapping around his neck. You were wondering how every little touch this man gives you nearly sent you over the edge.

“Good.” He placed one last kiss to your neck before sitting up. He placed your legs on his shoulder before pulling you to edge of the bed. You groaned, feeling his harden dick onto of your throbbing mound. You braced yourself, Stiles had this dark glint in his eyes, you had strong feeling he was going fuck up your feeling more than they already were. You held on tightly to the edge of the bed, knuckles turning white from the grip.

You shuddered, feeling Stiles drag his thickness between your slippery folds. It was seconds later that you felt his thick mushroom tip push into your hole, making you practically boneless as a shaky gasp left your lips. A strangled groan left Stiles lips as he tossed his head back in pure bliss, savoring the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned. He pushed yours legs back further, hooking his arms underneath, pinning you down with his weight, sinking his thick harden inches fully into your saturated cunt.

“Stiles!” You wailed, clinging to his biceps, slightly clawing at them. The slow yet sudden intrusion, left you with a full feeling you couldn’t shake. He groaned loudly as your body graciously welcomed him.

His lips found yours in a fiery passion as his he set his pace, his restraint vanished. You felt his teeth gently tug at your lower lip, he way of telling you to open up to him, which you obliged. The sounds coming from the searing tongue filled kissed, as well as the small grunts and moans that escaped you both, were masked by the creaminess of your purring kitty. Stiles was feeding off of every sound you produced, the way you clung to him as he were going to disappear, all while he stuffed you full of every inch he had to offer.

Stiles broke the kiss, his redden half lidded eyes watched as you tried hang on as his hips speed up. You squeaked, eye squeezing shut from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Oh shit.” You weakly cried, parting your kiss swollen lips. You couldn’t breathe, the way Stiles’s heavy phallus consistently pummeled into you quivering soaked snatch left you unable to breathe. You whined, feeling Stiles at your neck, softly suckling and nibbling on your sensitive skin. You hands moved to grasp the back of his head, pushing him further into your neck. Stiles took the initiative to move his kisses down further to your bouncing breast, Stiles looked memorized by movement. Stiles arms moved from behind your legs, he guided them around his waist, his nimble pace never stalled. His hands gripped your bobbing tits harshly causing you to yelp. Your darkened areolas resembled the richest of chocolates to Stiles in that moment. He couldn’t resist greedily sucking them both in his mouth. Your back arched high from the bed, moaning, as you continued to cradle his head while he practically ‘fed’ himself from your ample breasts. His skillful tongue alternated between sensually fondling each of your hardened peaks, adding on to the immense pleasure he was already providing by deliciously pounding into you. He released the one in his mouth with a soft pop.

“You look so beautiful,” he rasped, trailing his kisses back to your exposed neck. You moaned weakly at his praise, it made the fervent feeling in your stomach spread.

“Taking me so well like a good girl.” He growled, grinding his narrowing into you. You mewled loudly, eyes shutting, at the feeling of his pelvis stimulating your clit, while he dug deeper into your velvety canal. The feeling that emerged strongly in your stomach had grew more fierce, the more he plunged himself deeply inside you.

“You’re a good girl. Right?” He voiced huskily, watching the aesthetic beginning of your debauched undoing. You were too out of it to give a full response, you could only muster a frail nod despite the grip of your arms and legs around his waist and shoulders tightening.

Stiles tsked, placing teasing kiss to your lips, wanting your attention back on him. You whined slightly, falling for his trap, your teary low eyes found his deep brown ones. “You know I don’t like that. I need words babygirl.” His pace slowed slightly, you knew it was his way telling you to speak or he’d stop.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered out quickly, not wanting him to let up. Stiles groaned feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“You’re my good girl. Aren’t you?” Stiles pressed further, watching you start to squirm. Stiles felt you clutch around him once again like a vice. You head shook from side to side, at the almost unbearable feeling of Stiles’s fucking into like his life depended on it. His words didn’t help either, you ignored the ‘my’ for own sake, not wanting to ruin this earth shattering moment. Instead you focused on reaching your impending high.

“Stiles please! I-I” You croaked before words had gotten caught in your throat. Tightening in your stomach finally snapped. You let a broken moan, tucking your head in the side of Stiles neck, as you drug your acrylic nails down the side of his bicep, clinging tightly as you trembled violent over the edge, body locking up.

“Shit!” You heard Stiles cursed through your muddled hearing. You felt an ungodly amount of slick gush from you, coating Stiles completely. He groaned continuing to fuck you through your release. You whined weakly, pushing against Stiles moving hips, causing him to stop. He watched you lay motionless beneath him, eyes shut and breathing heavily, completely spent from cumming.

You felt Stiles lips on forehead before he eased his hard on from you. You hissed at the feeling of him dragging himself against your overly sensitive walls. As weak and out of it as you were, you complied when Stiles asked you to turn over, he helped you do so.

“Ass up, baby girl.” Stiles commanded, tapping your behind. You feebly moaned, despite your exhaustion from your second mind blowing orgasm, you listened to his command. You grasped the sheets underneath, wearily resting your head on your arms, arching the middle of your back, poking your butt out.

Stiles groaned upon seeing how exposed and drenched you were. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he positioned himself at your heated entrance, and without a warning he pushed himself in.

You shuddered and groaned feeling Stiles ease himself into once again, stretching you to the brim. Stiles sighed seeing you greedily swallow him whole. Gripping your hips in place, Stiles started moving his slowly, giving you time to adjust.

You whined feeling Stiles, once gentle and slowed pace, start to gradually increase, his hips started battering against your pillowed bottom. Stiles grunted, his grip on your hips tightening, surely going to some bruising, as he fucked harder into you. The sounds of thunderous wet clapping, a mixture of pleasured sound coming from both you and Stiles, and the concerning rattling of your bed frame, echoed through your room.

Stiles peels one hand from your hip, to wipe his sweaty strands from his forehead. He moaned feeling you constrict tightly around his length. The tightness in his stomach grew with thrust of his hips, and from the way you start clenching around him and the heightened frequency of your melodic moans and loud pants, told him you were feeling the same.

He pressed his free hand in the middle of your back, deepening your arch. Stiles’s thrust became deep and erratic. He put his weight behind his thrusts as he leaned over you, groaning and breathing heavily in your ear. You squealed loudly, trying to push yourself from the intense feeling.

Stiles huskily chuckled in your ear, he leaned back up while gripping your hips, “Where you going?” Stiles asked, holding you tightly in place. You babbled aimlessly in response. He chuckled at your state. Your mind was clouded, you heard what he said but couldn’t respond.

Stiles hips didn’t falter as he gathered your braids into one hand, holding it in a ponytail. “Stiles!” You pleaded as he tugged you to your hands and knees by you long braids, pulling you back towards his thrusts.

“Come on sweetheart, you know what to do.” He stated, halting his movements. Immediately you started thrusting yourself back onto his length. “Fuckkk.” Stiles dragged out in ecstasy, as you fucked yourself onto him. The way your ass rippled like waves against his pelvic as you moved, building up a creamy froth around the base of his dick, as you cried out, head tilted back, in complete euphoria. To him, it was picture worth painting.

“Mitchie, I’m ‘bout to cum!” You keened, feeling the familiar burn twist in your lower stomach. Little did you know, he was too.

“Me too.” He rasped, gripping your cheeks tightly. He started meet your thrusts again, only this time his thumb started massaging your other hole. You gasped feeling his thumb caress your asshole, it sent a exhilarating tingle up your spine.

You both worked with each other, chasing your awaiting release. Stiles rutted faster into you, feeling his high coming on strong. He moaned loudly, as the knot in his stomach started to peak. You chased your orgasm like a bitch in heat, the volume of your moans grew, like the pending explosion in your stomach.

Stiles was close, too close. He wanted you cum first. His fingers found their way to your pulsing clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub, pushing you closer to the edge. You hummed in delight, feeling him stroke you closer to your peak in every way. Then, unexpectedly, the thumb he used to massage your virgin hole, eased inside of you, effectively opening your flood gate.

You wailed, feeling the burn in your stomach burst, your climax hit you like a freight train as your vision blurred out. Stiles cursed feeling you grip him tightly. Your gushing slick coated Stiles’s shaft, as you trembled from the magnitude of your orgasm. Your top half collapsed, not being able to hold yourself up any longer. Stiles panted loudly, erratically pounded into you, pursuing his brewing end, fucking you through your intense orgasm. You whine in overstimulation, the feeling of him dragging against your walls was starting to become too much, you needed him to cum, or you would surely pass out. You mustered up enough strength to move.

“Cum for me, baby,” You muttered softly, moving you hips against his to help him finish.

Stiles whimpered loudly, the flame in the pit of his stomach intensified. He was teetering over the edge.

“I want you to fill me up.” You whined, feeling him throb heavily inside your aching walls. That statement was enough to send him over the edge.

“Fuck Y/N I-I” Stiles stuttered, unable to finish his sentence, before groaning loudly, his cum shooting in your canal in thick loads. You moaned tiredly, stop the movement of your hip, the feeling of Stiles seed permeating your walls made you quiver. Stiles shuddered before collapsing on your back, completely spent. Your body fell flat to the bed underneath his weight.

You both stayed like that for a while, trying to level your breathing. Stiles had softened inside you by the time, y’all breathing regulated. He lifted his sticky body from yours, his body feeling extremely weak and heavy, from either the weed or the mind-blowing sex you just had. Stiles could you body rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

“Y/N?” He called out, look at your face to see if you were awake. You weren’t, your eyes were glued shut as your mouth hung open slightly. Stiles smiled softly at your peaceful expression. He smile soon faded as he realized he fucked up with you, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Everything that conspired this past year, has left Stiles’s damaged. He had trouble eating and sleeping, his mental health was deteriorating. Had he known going out in the woods that night would’ve lead him to these deadly consequences, he wouldn’t have went. All this started because of him, and he couldn’t regret it more. But you, you were his escape from it all, you were his peace. Whenever he needed to be away from all things supernatural, you were there to put him at ease. And as he stared at you, he felt guilty, tears started brewing in his eyes as he now realized, once again, that his actions have consequences. He felt like a fuck up. And those revelations made him realize he had to go. He couldn’t bare watching you be heartbroken over him.

You whimpered in sleep, feeling him ease his flaccid appendage from you. You didn’t feel the mixture of his spend and your slick, leak out of you. Stiles pushed away his egregious thoughts, he went to your attached bathroom, grabbing a fresh linen cloth and towel from the closet, making sure to wet cloth with warm water. He knew from the light snores that sounded from you, that you were out for the night. The least he could do was get you cleaned up. You didn’t even budge as he opened you legs and wiped you clean and patted you dry. Stiles was depleted on all levels, he just wanted to go to bed and try to forget all the bad. He fished his clothes from the ground, tossing on his Star Wars graphic tee, boxers, and pajama pants.

As he went to gather the rest of his belongings, the sound of his phone vibrating from pants made him reach for it. He finally looked at the time, it had been a little after 2 since he last looked at the time, It was 3:15 in the morning. She then looked at the message, it was Malia asking if he was up. He looked back at your sleeping form, guilt was starting to eat at him bad.

He sighed stuffing his phone back into his pocket, choosing to ignore her text. He started straightening up, making sure to lock your patio door, and clean up any evidence of y’all smoking. He slid your silk bonnet over your freshly braided scalp, he knew you’d be upset if you woke up to you hair being messed up. He also turn on the fan, knowing you get hot at night. He glanced at your sleeping form, longingly before placing one last kiss to your forehead while covering your nude body with your blanket.

He gathered his keys and slipped on his shoes before making his way out of your home, securing it, then getting in his car, driving away like a thief in the night…

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Please be nice, this is my first time writing smut so I hope I did well and excuse any mistakes I didn’t see👍🏾. Anyways, this post will a receive an update, which I already started writing. So part 2 coming soon…

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Rotxo X Male Metkayina Reader

Prompt: Why are you so jealous?

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You did not consider yourself a jealous person. Never did and never was. It was just something that you just thought you would never feel. That all changed when the Sullys came and Rotxo decided that he was gonna spend even more time with Aonung and Tsireya to help teach the newcomers. Honestly, the newcomers didn't even bother you. They were rather nice and you enjoyed talking with them, especially the oldest brother Neteyam, he was sweet and you found yourself talking to him a lot. It was the fact that Rotxo had stopped hanging out with you and was now with Aonung and Tsireya, even more, to help teach the Sullys. You realized the emotion quickly and decided to do something about it, and in turn, you ended up spending time with the Sullys more than your friends that you grew up with.

"You are doing amazing Neteyam! I guess the lessons have been paying off." You were genuinely happy for him and you were glad that he confided in you when he felt he couldn't talk to his siblings or his dad. It was nice, and you sympathized with the fact of being an older brother because you were the oldest of your family. You glanced over to where Aonung and Tsireya were only to be surprised that Rotxo was staring at you hard while you talked with Neteyam. You turned your head at him only to watch him huff and look the other way. How strange.

"Did you see that Y/N?" You turned back to Neteyam with a grin and nodded approvingly at the way he was riding an Ilu. He was really good at what he was doing and plus he was a good distraction from whatever weirdness was plaguing Rotxo. You figured he would talk about it with you later since you thought the two of you were close. "Would you like to come over and have dinner with my family tonight? Do you think that your parents wouldn't mind?" You were shocked that he would even ask that but you weren't about to deny him. You figured that this was a perfect opportunity to try and understand the newcomers even better. You are always curious about them but was afraid to ask questions, especially since their mother scared you.

"I would love to, my parents wouldn't mind at all. I hope your parents wouldn't." You were happy about this but, turned at the sound of water splashing. You saw Rotxo glaring this time before he turned on his Ilu and left. That was so strange and you were stuck between wanting to confront them and, at the same time wanting to stay with your new friends.

"No, they wouldn't. My dad will be able to smooth over any of the issues my momma may have. She is not as bad as you think." You beg to differ, but you digressed. You figured being a native to Pandora and living in the forest your whole life only to have to leave it one day because the sky people want your whole family dead was hard enough but, to add the fact that you have to live in an environment you're not built for? Yeah, you wouldn't be happy either.

"I'm excited, I'll see you all tonight then." You decided to leave them to it, wanting them to have space and time for themselves while you decided to go and do your chores. You promised to take your 4 younger siblings out for rides on the Ilus. Once you got home you greeted your parents and packed up lunch for your siblings who were scattered outside the Marui. Once they saw you they knew already that you were gonna take them out on the water and since they were little, they couldn't go far by themselves. However, since you were older and more responsible, they could go farther out, but still not too far, but much farther than they're used to.

"Tsmuk! We are ready!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Can we collect shells!?"

Their enthusiasm was contagious and had you fondly rolling your eyes and laughing at them as they followed you out waving to your parents. The five of you got your ilu's and with you still holding their lunches guided them out further to where some of the hunters were fishing for their own families. You greeted them and you stayed above the water watching as your siblings dived to search for shells, pearls, and whatever else they liked. You looked up once again to see that Rotxo was with his own brother and sister staring at you. You waved at him and he simply huffed and looked away making you frown. What was his problem? His siblings noticed and glanced between you and him as you shrugged. You didn't know what was wrong either.

"Tsmuk look!" Your attention was turned away from Rotxo as you engaged with your siblings and their findings. Once they got their fill you took them all back to the beach and gave them their lunches with water as you sat down in front of them to eat your own food. The rest of the afternoon passed with you being with your siblings and before you knew it, it was dinner time and when you dropped off your siblings you told your parents you were going to have dinner with the Sully's.

"Give them our regards son." Your parents were much more accepting of them than most of your clan and even the Tsahik herself. They weren't bad people, just misunderstood and Jake was a man trying to keep his family safe. As you left your Marui you were making your way to theirs which was a little farther away from the clan but, not too far when you passed by Rotxo again. You stopped in front of each other watching him watch you.

"You've been acting weird all day." That was the first thing you said and you would have cringed if it wasn't true. He was not acting like Rotxo. "Was it something I did? You didn't even talk to me all day. Just kept staring." He kept looking at you without saying anything and you gave him a couple of minutes when you thought or realized that he wasn't going to say anything to you again. It irritated you a bit when he wasn't going to say anything. "Fine, be that way." You left him there to be by himself ignoring the way he followed you with his eyes. You took a breath willing yourself to calm down. You were determined to have a good time with the Sullys and you weren't going to let Rotxo or anyone else ruin the evening for you.

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You had a phenomenal time with the Sullys and their mom really wasn't that bad, and you were shocked at how much Neteyam takes after his dad personality-wise. Yes, it's obvious with Lo'ak being his dad's spitting image but, Neteyam had a lot of qualities from their father as well. You bid them goodnight and you didn't make it 10 feet from the Marui before getting grabbed. You gasped whirling around to see who snatched you like that only to be surprised it was Rotxo.

"Rotxo?" He didn't answer you again but, he pulled you to a more private part of the beach where others within earshot possibly couldn't hear the two of you. You decided to try another way. "You scared me! What if I would've hit you?!" You knew you hit hard and didn't want to do that to Rotxo.

"You wouldn't have." How confident of him. At least he answered you. The two of you sat on the sand in silence looking out to the ocean. "Why do you spend so much time with Neteyam?" You blinked not expecting that you turned to him and he was already staring at you. "You're always with him. Do you like him? What does he do?" This surprised you and had you sputtering for a second. Never would you have thought Rotxo would be jealous.

"Oh my Eywa, why are you so jealous?" Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say considering the way his face contorted at what you said.

"Why am I jealous? I should be asking why are you so dense." You blinked but, he continued before you can interrupt. "I've been trying to get your attention for the fucking longest. All you've been doing is hanging out with Neteyam. Neteyam this, Neteyam that. What about me? I'm important too. I was here before they came and I've liked you for much longer than they have." That new word he definitely got from Lo'ak but, that didn't take away from the whole fact that he was jealous. Everything made sense now, the looks, the scoffing, him avoiding you and glaring every time you were with Neteyam.

"Come here." You didn't give him a chance to do even more before you were on top of him. You smothered his whole body against yours as you laid your cheek against his to nuzzle him. You already felt his tenseness leave and his arms wrap around your waist gently. "You could have said you want to spend more time with me. I do like Neteyam, he is really nice they all are but, I'll still choose you over them." You pulled your head away enough to peck his cheek before snuggling back on him.

"...So, do you want to hang out with me then tomorrow?" You heard the wariness in his voice as he asked.

"Of course, I will! You can have me the whole day." You felt his sigh of relief as he pulled you in closer. You knew the two of you had to head home soon but, for now, you enjoyed each other's company.

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Elvis Presley Masterlist

↠ this masterlist includes all my writing for elvis aaron presley. most of my writing is NOT suitable for minors, so if you’re under 18, please kindly move along. all of my stories are afab!reader, but other than that, my writing is for everyone - reader’s skin/hair/eye color or body types are never mentioned in my works unless stated beforehand.

do not copy, repost, modify or translate any of my writing, thank you!

scroll down to the bottom of this post to read what topics i will not write about!

☁️ - fluff

♡ - smut

💀 - angst

🩸 - supernatural/gore

♫ - based on songs

Started: 9/22/22

Updated: 02/24/23

Series

↠ You And Me, Kid | 🩸 ♡ 💀 | Series, ongoing | Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14

↳ Your wish is finally granted when the man you’ve been sleeping with gifts you immortality. This is all you ever wanted, but are you strong enough to fight the urges that come along with it? | ft. Jerry Schilling | inspired by The Vampire Diaries and The Originals | SLOW UPDATES!!

↠ Oceans Apart | 💀 ♡ ☁️ | Series, ongoing | Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

↳ After three years of living in Memphis with your parents, you and your first serious boyfriend are forced to seperate ways. Will you and Elvis find your way back to each other? | European!reader, Colonel’s niece!reader

Mini series

↠ Good Rockin' Tonight | ♡ 💀 | Part 2, Part 3

↳ What started out as a night spend together with America's heartthrob turns into something much more difficult, but who said love was ever easy?

Headcanons

Dating 50s!Elvis

A Graceland Christmas Eve

New Year's Eve with Elvis

Elvis and Caroline

Witch!Elvis

One shots

↠ Puppet On A String | 💀 ♫ | One shot

↳ Being young and in love, you’ll do anything to keep the man you love in your life. Even if that means losing yourself along the way | Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Dear John

↠ Try It Out | ♡ | One shot

↳ You and Elvis are young lovers in the 1950′s, often having to sneak out of the house due to your parents not being fond of him. As any young couple, you two like to experiment; his pink Cadillac your favorite place to do so

↠ Strawberry Milkshake | ♡ | One shot

↳ You and Elvis are the it-couple of Hollywood these days and when you two get bored behind the gates of your Beverly Hills home, you go out to seek adventure in public | Actress!reader

↠ Little Sister | ♡ 💀 ☁️ ♫ | One shot

↳ Your older sister invites you to stay with her and her boyfriend in Hawaii during your summer break; the boyfriend that you’ve been crushing on ever since he was introduced to the family. Seems like you hadn’t been the only one carrying those feelings | club!singer Elvis | inspired by Elvis Presley’s Little Sister

↠ Good Boy | ♡ | One shot

↳ While on military leave, Elvis discovers a whole new side of himself with the help of a pretty little showgirl in Paris | sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader

↠ Body and Soul | ♡ 💀 ☁️ ♫ | One shot

↳ When the demons inside of your head try to drag you down, Elvis is there to lift you back up | plus size!reader | inspired by Ariana Grande’s pov

↠ Love Bites | ♡ 🩸 | One shot

↳ You hated moving from the big city to the small pictersque town that is Mystic Falls, until two gorgeous men volunteer to make you feel right at home | ft. Damon Salvatore | vampire!Elvis

↠ Lavender Haze | ♡ ☁️ | One shot

↳ You had never been one to use dating apps, preferring to meet someone out in the real world but when your best friend signs you up for Tinder, your curiosity gets the best of you. You never expected that the first date you’d go on was going to last a little longer than just one night | modern!Elvis

↠ First Man | ☁️ ♫ | One shot

↳ One day, little girls will grow up but no matter how big they get, their father will always be the one who hung the moon and stars | Dad!Elvis, daughter!reader

↠ Ruin Me | ♡ | One shot

↳ You knew it was wrong. He was your father’s friend and fifteen years older, but you always got what you wanted and this time, you had your sights set on him

↠ To The Grave | 💀 | One shot

↳ Your brother doesn't like you dating around in general, but he has a particularly bad feeling about the guy from work who takes you to the Memphis fair | brother!Elvis

↠ Paper Rings | ☁️ ♡ | One shot

↳ Your boyfriend surprises you with tickets to a Taylor Swift show. And then some | modern!Elvis

↠ When Two Worlds Collide | 💀 ♡ | One shot

↳ In times of heartache and war, you never expected to fall in love. Especially not with a man that was supposed to be the enemy

↠ Take Me Home | ♡ 💀 | One shot

↳ After finding out the masked hero you've been crushing on is your best friend, you realise it was never Spiderman that you've been in love with | Spiderman!Elvis

↠ Always Here | 💀 ☁️ | One shot

↳ After doing Vogue's “Life in Looks” and reminiscing on your life with Elvis and Caroline, your late husband makes sure you and your daughter know he's still around

↠ Show Me Your Teeth |🩸♡ | One shot

↳ Leaving Hungary behind to start a new life, you find yourself in a world that you thought never existed. The least thing you expected was to fall in love with a creature that had the reputation to be loveless.

↠ Midnight Kiss | ☁️ | One shot

↳ What better way than to ring in the new year with a kiss from a stranger?

↠ We'll Be Alright |🩸☁️ | One shot

↳ You and Elvis were complete opposites and far from friends, but sometimes death brings people closer together.

↠ Fight For Us | 💀 | One shot

↳ After your husband breaks both your trust and heart, you can't see him as the person you had always known anymore and decide to put an end to your long lasting marriage.

↠ Pretty Girls | ♡ | ft. Ann-Margret

↳ Elvis is back in LA after spending his days off in Memphis and you and your girlfriend happily welcome him home.

Requests

↠ Late Night Lovin’ | ♡ | One shot

↳ You and Elvis are still in the early stages of your relationship, missing each other every second that is spend apart. When he has a show 800 miles away, he calls you the night before and the conversation quickly turns into a little more action rather than words

↠ Little Bird | ☁️ | One shot

↳ Your daughter is stressed on the morning of her first piano recital; all she needed was her father to show her she had nothing to worry about | dad!Elvis

↠ God Given | ☁️ 💀 | One shot

↳ You’ve been suffering from Postpartum anxiety after giving birth to your daughter; luckily, your husband is there to help you every step of the way | dad!Elvis

↠ Cold Without You | ☁️ ♡ | One shot

↳ Maybe waking up early on a Saturday isn’t so bad after all.

↠ Bubble Wrap | ☁️ | One shot

↳ When Elvis finds out you’re pregnant, he makes it his mission to baby-proof every piece of furniture in the house | 1950s!Elvis

↠ Saturdays at Graceland | ☁️ | One shot

↳ While giving Elvis a haircut, your daughter is more than willing to assist the way she knows best | dad!Elvis

↠ Happy fuckin’ Birthday | ♡ | One shot | Part 2 (Final)

↳ Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room | sub!Elvis, 50s!Elvis

↠ Mommy's Kissing Santa Claus | ☁️ ♡ | One shot

↳ Caroline considers Santa to be her own personal superhero, but she isn't too happy about catching him kissing you. Because no matter what, her Daddy will always be number one | dad!Elvis

↠ More Than Friends | ☁️ ♡ | One shot

↳ You and Elvis have been best friends since birth. You have been each others' first for pretty much everything so you couldn't picture yourself losing your virginity to anyone else | 50s!Elvis

↠ Just Us Three | ♡ | One shot

↳ It wasn't the first time you played Truth or Dare while intoxicated with your two closest friends, but things had never gone this far | ft. Scotty Moore

↠ The Beauty and The Damned |🩸♡ | One shot

↳ After months of dating, your vampire boyfriend finally gives you what you want

Elvis Presley’s movie characters

Mike Edwards | It Happened At The World’s Fair

↠ Take Me To The Fair | ☁️ ♡ | One shot

↳ Sue-Lin Ling will do anything to get her babysitter and her new best friend she meets at Seattle’s World Fair together. Even if it means sleeping without her beloved red friend for one night.

Chadwick Gates | Blue Hawaii

↠ Under the Hawaiian Sun | ♡ 💀 ☁️ | Part two coming .. someday.

↳ You and Chadwick have been best friends ever since you could remember but after the two of you added some benefits to the relationship, neither of you have the guts to confess your true feelings.

Vince Everett | Jailhouse Rock

↠Sinful Memories | ♡ | One shot

↳ You and your boyfriend of two years decide to spice things up in the bedroom because it's raining and what else is there to do other than making a little intimate amateur video?

Headcanons

Joe Lightcloud | Stay Away, Joe

i am a pretty open minded person and i will write about most things, but here are some things i will not write about:

Gladys Presley’s death (it may get mentioned in a fic, but not written out in detail)

Elvis' death, unless it's supernatural or stated beforehand.

Heavy drug use (some of my fics may include recreational drug use, such as smoking weed and maybe the use of other softer drugs, but that’s about it)

Abortion and miscarriage (i am pro-choice, but seeing as most of my fics take place in the 50s/60s/70s... you catch my drift?)

Non consensual sex, etc.

little Elvis/age regression. no judgement here, it's just not my cup of tea!

my requests are always open, though it might take some time for me to finish them!

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR; thank you, my darlin’! i love and appreciate you more than you know. don’t be shy to comment on my stories or shoot me a message! i love reading all of your comments and talking to y’all!

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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Wings

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: After falling in love, you and Rhea show that to the world

Sunlight comes creeping in, illuminates our skin we watched the day go by stories of what we did, it made me think of you it made me think of you under a trillion stars we danced on top of cars took pictures of the stage so far from where we are they made me think of you they made me think of you

You and Rhea met through Dom after he joined judgement day, you and him had been friends since you were 3 and him 4, becoming a part of his family along with your older sister who was and raised you since you were born due to your dad being in prison and your mom pretty leaving the two of you and your older brother with your grandparents, your grandfather passing when you were 12 and then your grandmother passing when you were 18 but you still had a family with dom and his family, you debut a month after dom and joined judgement day two weeks after he did and you instantly became drawn to rhea not because of her character in the ring but for who she was as a whole outside of the ring, being your person other than dom and only three days after joining, you were already a big part of the group and each of their lives.

Oh, lights go down in the moment, we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly oh, damn these walls in the moment, we're ten feet tall and how you told me after it all we'd remember tonight for the rest of our lives I'm in the foreign state my thoughts, they slip away my words are leaving me they caught an aeroplane because I thought of you just for the thought of you

The only one who knew about your anxiety, depression, insomnia, overthinking, thoughts, and antidepressants was dom until rhea found you having a panic attack and calmed you down, you told her everything as she listened and held your hands until she pulled you into a tight, warm, and comforting hug as you slowly calm down, the next day backstage you both purely on accident asked each other out while the boys were out of the room as the two of you held hands until Damian walked in the room before his match against Mustafa Ali plus your and rhea's tag team match against Raquel Rodriguez and Becky Lynch, you cheer damian on and celebrate with him until the two of you head out for the tag team, you both read each other's minds and looks as soon as the match started and played off each other without saying a word and it paid off, you won and celebrated and both of you were giddy for your date together later that week.

Oh, lights go down in the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly oh, damn these walls in the moment, we' re ten feet tall and how you told me after it all we'd remember tonight for the rest of our lives, if these wings could oh, lights go down in the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly

You went out on your date later that week after training and matches, you had coffee and pastries at cafe, going to the park and swinging like kids on the swings, and her taking you to a flower field full of many different flowers, including sunflowers which you loved, you listen to music as you enjoy the wind blowing through as you suddenly feel her fingers caress your skin and something soft touching your head opening your eyes to see her finger on your cheek and flowers in your hair and against your arms, shoulder, and legs through holes or loose spots of your clothes, you smile as you turn to see rhea leaning closer to you until you held the side of each other's faces in a tender, soft, and warm kiss which makes you both laugh through the kiss and head back to her hotel room where you spent the night together and went on your second and third date throughout the next week and soon you both decided to announce you were together both on the Internet and during your last matches in Pennsylvania.

Oh, damn these walls in the moment we're ten feet tall and how you told me after it all we'd remember tonight for the rest of our lives

You smile when you find the post on Instagram of rhea announcing that you were together with pictures of you in the flower field, you on the beach, and pictures of the two of you together backstage, in the car, on a plane, and at the park you went to with many supportive comments from fans and a comment from Liv Morgan saying she was so happy for the two of you and one from Sami Zayn who said he not only won a bet with the Uso twins but also how he was proud you found someone who loved you for you, the two of you met up with the boys and they all cheered and hugged both of you tightly "Mami and Mamita are here" you both laugh at the nicknames as you walk backstage, hanging out in your locker room before you all walked down and in the ring together "You all know the news we announced earlier today, and for those who don't know, me and this beautiful woman are together" you smile as the boys show their support as the crowd cheers and goes wild when you shared a kiss and soon you two became Mami and Mamita.

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layce2015 · 2 years

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Fear Of Flying

Masterlist / Next Chapter

Jerry was looking through a microscope as Dean and I stand near him. "Sulfur?" Dean asked Jerry, who sighs then nods at him. "Well, that's great." Dean grumbles, annoyed, as I rub my hands over my eyes. "All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." I said.

"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said and we look over at him.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked him.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked.

"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean replied.

"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam explains.

"Any survivors?" I asked. "No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?" Sam asked. "No survivors." Dean and I said in unison and something hits me. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job." I said.

*****

That night, Dean was driving the Impala as I follow them in my bike. While following them, I start to think that I need to find a safe place to put my bike in. As much as I love to drive this bike around, I wouldn't mind riding in the Impala with the boys and plus to save me gas money. Maybe I can stop at one of the safe houses Dad had bought and put the bike there for safety.

****

We make it to an airport and Sam gives me a rundown of the flight attendant from flight 2485, Amanda, was about to board a new flight. We rush into the airport and check the Departure board. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam said once we make it inside. "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." I said then Dean goes and picks up a courtesy phone.

"Hi. Gate thirteen." Dean answers. "I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4." He replied to the person at the other end then he stands there.

"Come on." He mutters, annoyed, as Sam and I stand there. Then Dean jumps then said. "Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here. Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—" Dean started to say but pauses.

"You what?" He asked. "Uh, well...there must be some mistake." He said as Sam and I go up to Dean and try to hear what's going on.

"Is this one of Vince's friends?" I hear Amanda's voice asked.

"Guilty as charged." Dean said, smiling.

"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda said.

"He's really sorry." Dean said to her.

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" She said, angrily. "Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so—" Dean started to say but Amanda interrupts him. "No, I'm sorry. It's too late." She said.

"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic." Dean said. "Really?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, yeah." He said.

"Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land." She said.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean shouts into the phone but I hear the dial tone.

"Damn it! So close." Dean growls. "All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." I said to them and Sam nods. "Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean said as he places a hand on my shoulder. I turn to him and see that he's wide-eyed.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." I said to him. "I know." Dean said and I could've sworn I heard his voice shaking.

"Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You guys get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam said and Dean looks between us, anxiously.

*****

"Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned.

"No, not really." He replied.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked him.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." Dean stammers, anxiously.

"Flying?" Sam and I asked.

"It's never really been an issue until now." He said.

"You're joking, right?" I asked him in disbelief.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, guys?" Dean said, angrily, and I chuckle a bit.

"What?" He asked me.

"Nothing. Just...I never thought I'd see the day where Dean Winchester was afraid of something." I said and had flowers at me. "Shut up." He grumbles.

"All right. Uh, (y/n) and I will go." Sam said to Dean. "What?" He asked. "We'll do this one on our own." Sam said, gesturing between me and him. "Yeah, we can handle it." I said.

"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, Sam, the plane's gonna crash." Dean said. "Dean, we can do it together, or Sam and I can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here." I said and I pat Sam's back and we started to leave.

"Come on! Really?" I hear Dean exclaim at us but I look ovef my shoulder and see him following us, reluctantly.

*****

Dean, in the aisle seat, was anxiously reading the safety card while I sat next to him and Sam got the seat behind us. "Just try to relax." I assured him, calmly. "Just try to shut up." He grumbles and then the plane takes off, with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound. I smirk then look behind and see Sam smirking as well and shaking his head.

Dean leans back in his seat, humming to himself. "You're humming Metallica?" I said, disbelieving, "Calms me down." He replies.

"Look, Dean, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused." I said to him, firmly and calmly.

"Okay." He said.

"She's right. I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism." Sam said as he leans over to the side and looks over at Dean. "Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." Dean remarks.

"Just take it one step at a time, all right?" I said and he looks over at me. "Now, who is it possessing?" I asked the boys. "It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean replies.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said. "Mm-hm." Dean hums then he turns to a flight attendants.

"Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" He asked her.

"No, I'm not." She replied. "Oh, my mistake." He said and the attendant walks away. Then he looks to the back of the plane. "All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean said.

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked. "There's ways to test that." said Dean and he goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water." He said and my eyes widen.

"No." I said as I snatch the bottle and tuck it inside my jacket. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." I said. "Oh. Nice." Dean said then he turns to go.

"Hey." Sam said and Dean turns to him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Say it in Latin." Sam replied.

"I know." Dean said and he starts to leave but Sam stops him again.

"Hey!" He said.

"What?!" Dean said, annoyed and I try to hold back a chuckle. "Uh, in Latin, it's Christo." Sam said. "Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!" Dean growls at him and he makes his way back to the plane.

****

Moments later, Dean returns to his seat. "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." He said once he sits down. "You said Christo?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

"And?" I asked.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." He said. "So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." Sam said just as the plane shakes.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean exclaims.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." I said to him.

"(Y/n), this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four." He growls at me and I roll my eyes at him. "Well, maybe quit acting like one." I said and he glares daggers at me and I sigh.

"Look, you need to calm down." I said. "Well, I'm sorry I can't." He said. "Yes, you can." I said to him. "(Y/n), stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping." Dean growls, angry and annoyed.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now." I said, firmly. "She's right, Dean. We don't need that. So, calm down." Sam said and Dean takes a long, slow breath.

"Good." I said as Sam leans over to the side of the chair. "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum." He said.

"What do we have to do?" I asked Sam.

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful." Sam replied.

"More powerful?" Dean and I said.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam said. "Oh. And why is that a good thing?" Dean asked. "Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." Sam said and I nod at this.

"First things first, we got to find it." I said and Dean nods.

****

Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps. "Ah! Don't do that." He said as I come up to them. "Anything?" I asked him.

"No, nothing. How much time we got?" Dean said and Sam looks at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody." He said.

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean said and I look over at him.

"You believe that?" I asked him. "Well, I will if you will." Dean said but then he looks down as the EMF meter spikes.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked as I look up and see Dean staring at one of the pilots. "Christo." Dean said and the man turns slowly to face us, his eyes are black. Then he goes into the cockpit as the boys and I share a glance.

*****

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam said to Dean as we make our way to the back. "Twelve minutes, dude." Dean mutters as we come up to Amanda.

"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." She said as she looks between us. "Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean said and I closes the curtain.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" She asked, nervously. "All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole the truth is out there speech right now." Dean said. "All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." I said to her and her smile disappears.

"Who are you guys?" She asked us. "Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sam said to her. "We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now." said Dean.

"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back—" she stammers and she brushes past Dean but I stop her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. We're not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." I said and she looks up at us in shock.

"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?" She said, shocked. "He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" I asked her.

"I—"

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too." Sam said to her. "Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean said to her.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." She admits. "Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." I said to her.

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?" She asked us. "Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean said.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" She asked us. "Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?" I said to her.

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot—" she said but Sam talks over her. "Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." Sam said.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you—"

"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean said to her, firmly, and she hesitates. "Okay." She said and she leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something to the copilot, who follows her back. Sam pulls out the holy water while Dean pulls out John's journal and hands it to me and I open it.

****

"Yeah, what's the problem?" The copilot asked as he comes in. Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. He pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth. "Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda said, freaking out.

"We are gonna talk to him." I said as Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong with him?" She asked, confused and shocked. "Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." Sam instructs her.

"Well, I don't underst—I don't know—"

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that, Amanda?" I asked her. "Okay. Okay." She said, nodding then she leaves.

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean said as he and I hold the demon down while Sam looks down at the book and began to read it. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—" he said and the demon breaks free briefly and hits all three of us until Dean and I manage to subdue him again. Sam pick up where he left off but the demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth then knocks me to the side.

Then he grabs Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" he taunts as Dean and I recover and we hit the demon as Sam sits there, stunned.

"Sam!" Dean and I shouted and he recovers and begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps us pin down the demon, who kicks the book up the aisle.

"I got him." Sam said but the demon exits the copilot's body and disappears into a vent. "Where'd it go?" I asked, fearfully.

"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it." Dean said just as the plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean and I splay ourselves against the exit door, Dean began to scream.

Suddenly a bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. I sighed with relief then looked over at Dean. "You okay?" I asked him and he nods after letting out a few deep breaths. "Yeah, you?" He asked me. "Yeah..." I said, breathless, and he gets up then helps me to my feet. We come out from behind the curtain as we see Sam standing up.

****

The passengers from the flight were disembarking to an area milling with uniformed agents. The copilot was seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA agent. Amanda was being questioned by another agent.

She sees us standing across the way and mouths Thank you to us and we nod at her. "Let's get out of here." Dean said to us and we head for the exit. I looked over at Sam and noticed he had a disturbed look on his face.

"You okay?" I asked and he stops and turns to us. "Guys, it knew about Jessica." he said and I give him a concerned look. "Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." Dean said to his brother.

"Yeah." Sam said in a tone of voice that said he didn't believe that. I frown then I go and hug him, he hugs me back and he buries his face into my shoulder. I patted his back, reassuringly, then I pull back from the hug and smiled at him. "Come on." I said and we head out.

*****

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry said to us as we went to tell him what happened the next day. He goes and shakes our hands. "Your dad would be real proud." Jerry said to me as I go and hug him. "Thanks, man." I said to him.

"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam said and we head out to our vehicles and drive off.

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Stubborn Hearts | 7

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters… this is 7 of 8 (Plus an epilogue)

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 6836

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Illusions to Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, …Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys for all support and bouncing ideas!!

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The next couple of days you did everything you could to stay busy. You’d called Frank and begged for a charter gig so you’d have something to do besides sit and worry. Thankfully, he’d had a couple of quick runs for you, similar to the first one you’d done.

Your aunt had called the first night checking on you, having talked to Penny. She offered to come back early but you’d told her absolutely not. She needed this time away and so did the kids. You assured her you’d be just fine. As long as you were busy doing something, you were ok.

You used the time you had to look for rentals in the area too. You couldn’t live with your aunt forever, and if you were settling here, you needed to know your options. Finding a few you liked, you called to set up a time to look at them on the second day.

You and Shay had decided to meet at the Hard Deck for drinks that night, and you were excited to tell her about the places you looked at that afternoon.

The bar wasn’t as crowded, being it was the middle of the week. There were still a mix of Naval officers, civilians, and tourists, but not as populated as it would be if it were closer to the weekend.

“There she is!” Penny said, smiling as you made your way to the bar. “Cocktails or Beer tonight?”

“Vodka and cranberry please!” You replied, “Thanks, Penny!”

“Uh oh, hard stuff” Shay teased, “Rough day?”

“Obnoxious passengers on the charter back.” You said, “I was so tempted to practice barrel rolls with the damn plane just to fuck with them.”

“You are your father’s daughter.” Penny teased, placing the glass in front of you.”

“Speaking of my dad…” You said, “Any chance you’ve heard anything from the grapevine about the mission?”

“Complete radio silence on all ends.” She said, “It’s mission day though if they’re on track, so maybe tonight or tomorrow we will hear from someone.”

“This is the part that I hate the most.” You said, taking a sip of your drink, “Waiting sucks.”

“That it does, Kiddo,” Penny agreed. “But, misery loves company, so I guess we’re all in the right place.”

“Amen to that.” You and Shay agree.

“So… I spent the afternoon looking at rentals.” You said, “I’m actually torn between two that are absolutely perfect. Added bonus, they’re in my price range on the comfortable end, especially with the savings I’ve built up.”

“You’re staying!” Shay cheered, “I’m so freaking excited! Tell me more”!

“I need roots. I’ve learned that I can have roots and wings, so….yes. I’m staying.” You replied, happily.

“Smart girl.” Penny said, laughing “It’s taken you a lot shorter time to learn that lesson than your dad.”

“In his defense, I think my dad may have a bit of Peter Pan syndrome.” You joked, “but it appears to me I’m not the only one trying to establish roots.”

“Where are these places located? Are we talking houses or apartments?” Shay asked.

“I found a really cute bungalow in Imperial Beach that’s 3 bedrooms and 2 baths that actually has a tiny backyard to it.” You said, “The neighborhood is pretty nice too, and it’s not too far from everything.”

“I like the sound of that one… what about the other?” Shay asked.

“It’s a townhome with 2 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It’s adorable but no outside space.” You answered, “It IS within a 10 minute walk to the naval base…”

“That would be very convenient.” Penny winked knowingly. “Are those the only 2 you found?”

“So far. They’re the only 2 I looked at at least.” You clarified. “Honestly the house holds a lot of appeal. It’s adorable, has more space… and is only 8 miles from the Naval Air Station.”

“I am sensing a trend in your housing choices.” Shay teased, “Not that I can blame you.”

“I mean, I’m just thinking of being somewhat close to the people I love. Neither are too far from Aunt Sarah, here, or my dad. It’s a win all around.”

“Nothing to do with being close to Rooster?” Shay asked, winking.

“This isn’t his permanent duty station.” You reminded her, “It’s none of their permanent duty stations. They’re all attached to other squadrons. But this is where I’m deciding to put down roots.”

“What about Rooster?” Penny asked, “I know the two of you have a lot of talking to do, and nothing is decided, but you should remember one thing, Sweetheart… your roots can be attached to a person. Digging in and establishing your family and your people… that doesn’t mean they all have to be in the same location.”

“I was bounced back and forth from coast to coast growing up, Pen.” You said, “I know my family and my people were my roots then. I want physical roots now. I crave it. Besides, there’s no guarantee Bradley feels anything other than a deep friendship towards me. I know he loves me. But I don’t know if he loves me the same way that I love him.”

“He does.” Penny and Shay insisted.

“Trust me. I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you when you’re not looking.” Shay said, “It’s the same lovesick look you give him when he’s not looking.”

“She’s right.” Penny said. “Your dad noticed too, and surprisingly was OK with it.”

“Dad loves Bradley.” You said, “He just doesn’t know how to repair the bridge he nuked when he pulled his papers. Which is another issue… what do I do if the guy I love can never forgive my dad? That would make for super awkward family gatherings.”

“I think you’ll see things have a way of working out, Kiddo.” Penny said, smiling. “Just wait and see.”

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It was officially day 3 and still radio silence. You knew there was no guarantee that they’d be able to call or message from the carrier but you’d been hopeful.

You drove to your hangar and decided to do maintenance and upkeep on your plane that wasn’t necessarily due yet, but it gave you something to do to keep busy.

By early afternoon you’d done everything you could possibly do. Your plane was in perfect condition and sparkling clean now.

You were locking everything up and getting ready to head to the Jeep when your phone dinged with a message.

Natasha: We’re back on the carrier. Be ready for a call from Mav, or Rooster…or Hangman. Possibly all 3? All good. :) Girls night… this weekend?

You: OMG I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE ALL OK! I was starting to get worried. Thank you for letting me know. Hoping it was uneventful and successful. YES to girls night.

Natasha: Successful…yes. Uneventful.. No. Going to get some sleep now though. Adrenaline has crashed.

You: Oh Lord… there was crazy pilot shit. See you soon. Sweet Dreams.

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. Just knowing everyone was alive and accounted for was a huge relief. You felt like you could take a deep breath for the first time since they left.

Your phone dinged again with a new message.

Shay: JAKE TEXTED! They’ll be home sometime tomorrow. Any word from Rooster or your dad?

You: Phoenix texted just now letting me know I’d be hearing from them. Everyone was good. Also, she asked about girl’s night this weekend?

Shay: I’m in!

You were happy things seemed to be going strong for her and Jake. You hoped it would continue even after Jake had to fly back to his permanent duty station.

Your phone rang as you got into the Jeep. Looking at the caller ID, you picked up immediately.

“Dad!” You exclaimed, “You’re ok? Not hurt at all?”

“Hey, Firecracker.” He said, “I’m fine. Little banged up, but fine. Just needed to hear your voice.”

“Phoenix texted a few minutes ago,” You said, “I think that was the first real breath I’ve taken since saying goodbye. Promise you’re really ok? Is Bradley ok too?”

“Hey, Sunshine.” Bradley said, “I’m ok. Potentially some new scars to add to the collection, nothing major. You Ok?”

“Wait… you’re with my dad?” You asked, trying to put the pieces together. “On speaker… so in the same room with my dad? And you’re both ok?”

“Long story, Firecracker.” Your dad chuckled, “We’ll talk tomorrow. I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Dad.” You replied, “Text me an ETA and I’ll be there to pick you.. Both… up? Unless Penny is coming for you.”

“I’ll text you. I have to call Penny quickly then get some sleep.” He replied, “See you soon, Firecracker.”

After hanging up with them, you sat in the Jeep, not moving. You were still trying to process what had just happened. Clearly the two had worked through something in the last 72 hours.

Your phone dinged again with another message.

Bradley: Hey, Sunshine. I need to grab a quick shower and eat… can I call you in a little bit?”

You: You can always call me, Bradley. I’m about to head back home now. I had a hot date.

Bradley: Oh. Sorry to interrupt. I can just see you when I get back…

You: With my plane… I had a hot date with my plane, Brad. lol ;)

Bradley: Sunshine, you are absolutely going to be the death of me.

You: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m innocent. Not my fault you misunderstood my hot date.

Bradley: I will call you soon ;) XO

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Bradley’s POV

He smiled, setting his phone down on the small desk next to the bunks. He started to grab his stuff for the shower when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s open!” He yelled to whoever was knocking. He turned when the door opened and Maverick hesitantly stepped into the room.

“Hey, Rooster.” He said, “I’m on my way to dinner, was going to see if you wanted to join me. I think we should talk.”

“Hey” Bradley replied, “I was going to hit the shower before eating… but I guess it can wait until after…”

“I can wait to get food if you want to shower first.” Mav offered

“No, it’s ok.” he assured, “I’m actually pretty hungry so the shower can wait. I did promise Sunshine I’d call her once I’d showered and eaten though.”

“Things better with the two of you?” Mav asked, “At least heading in the right direction it seems.”

“We’re on the right path.” Bradley said, “I still owe her an honest explanation for why I was an asshole.”

“Why did you leave her behind?” Mav asked, “I understand you were angry at me, but I promise she had nothing to do with my actions, Bradley.”

“I know she didn’t” He said, “I always knew she wasn’t involved. I was angry and wasn’t equipped to deal with that much emotion. I was already in love with her at that point, Mav. I’ve probably always loved her to be honest… It just scared me. Everything I had always wanted was yanked out from under me and I self-destructed. I was a coward.”

“I’m really sorry Bradley” Mav said, “I owe you an honest explanation for pulling your papers. My daughter is pretty smart, and told me that it’s not up to me to gatekeep this information… I didn’t pull your papers because you weren’t ready, Rooster. I would have been proud as hell to watch you go through the Academy and follow in your dad’s footsteps. I would have been there cheering the loudest at graduation… well maybe not the loudest, Y/N would have been louder.”

“So why did you, Mav?” Bradley asked, feeling the emotions starting to well up inside of him again. Feelings he thought he’d long since buried, bubbled to the surface. “Why did you set me back, endanger the only career I’ve ever wanted?”

“Right before your mom died, she called me over while you and Y/N were at school.” Mav said, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, “She had your Naval Academy application that you had filled out and was ready to send off in her hand. She looked at me with pure anguish in her eyes, Rooster. She begged me not to let you end up like your dad. She wanted you to live a full life. She was convinced you and Y/N would get married once you both got over your fear to admit to the other one you were in love…. But she made me promise to pull the papers so you wouldn’t go to the Academy. I tried to talk her out of it, assure her that what had happened to Goose wouldn’t happen to you. That you two idiots would realize you were in love and would marry and have kids and you’d have it all along with following your dreams. She was scared, Brad. Don’t let this change how you remember your mom. I’d rather you just keep hating me than that. That’s why that spring, after you graduated, and I’d followed through on your mom’s wish… I lied and said I didn’t think you were ready. I made the decision to take on your anger and all of the blame. I couldn’t stand the idea of you being mad at your mom.”

“But if you really believed in me, Mav, then why not just tell my mom you’d pull the papers and give her the peace of mind… but then not pull the fucking papers?” Bradley asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why did you actually follow through?”

“I got in my own head over the months between her passing away and your graduation.” he admitted, “For once, I overthought the situation… I started to doubt what I knew in my heart. I let that fear take over. I would watch you and Y/N together and then I would flash back to the accident with your dad and instead of holding him in the water, I was holding you. Instead of consoling your mom at a funeral, I was consoling Y/N. I let your mom’s fears take hold of my heart and I made a decision I thought was best… A decision that I know wasn't mine to make. I can’t take that back, Bradley. I can’t change the past. I am so sorry for what I did. I am sorry for hurting you. I am sorry for hurting Y/N.

“Did you choose me as your wingman because you felt bad and thought it would make up for it, or did you choose me because you believed I was the best for the job?” Bradley asked, needing to know.

“One of the last conversations I had with Ice was about the mission and what I should do.” Mav said, “By that point I had a pretty good idea who I thought would be best flying the mission. I knew the risks of the mission. I told him I was scared. If I didn’t choose you for the mission, in order to keep you safe, I knew there was no way you’d ever forgive me. If I chose you because I knew you were a damn good pilot, and you didn’t come home, I knew I’d never forgive myself. In the end, I chose you as my wingman because there was nobody else I trusted more to have my back, Bradley. Your dad would have been incredibly proud of the man you’ve become. He’d be proud of the aviator you’ve become. Never doubt that.”

Unable to stop the tears from falling at that point, Bradley hastily wiped them from his face, clenching his jaw and breathing through his nose to get himself in check.

“Thank you, Mav.” He said once he finally trusted his voice, “Thanks for being honest with me. Thanks for not washing me out when you saw my name on the list of pilots called back to Top Gun.”

“You should know that one of the first things Y/N said to me… granted it was via text because she wasn’t actually speaking to me yet…” Mav said, a small smile forming on his lips, “Was to make me promise to give you a fair shot. Not to wash you out. She said the fact that you’d graduated top of your class and was called back meant you were damn good at what you did. She was pretty adamant actually. There’s a reason I’ve always called her my Firecracker, I guess.”

“God, I fucking love that girl, Mav.” Bradley admitted, surprising Mav. Not because he didn’t already know Bradley had been in love with his daughter since they were kids, but because he was actually admitting it outloud to him of all people.

“Does she know that?” Mav asked, “And what do you plan on doing about it?”

“She knows I love her.” Bradley said, “But I don’t know if she knows I’m in love with her. I don’t think she knows she’s always been the one. I definitely didn’t do a great job of making her feel loved when we first saw one another after a decade of radio silence. I definitely owe her a lot of groveling.”

“I just got my daughter back, Bradley.” Mav said, “But she’s never not been my little girl. She’s always been the center of my world, even when I did a lousy job at making sure she knew she was. Word of advice… don’t make that mistake. She deserves more than having someone put her second. She’s had enough of that in her life. She deserves to be first….and to know beyond a shadow of a doubt she’s loved. If you can’t do that for her… if you’re going to break her heart again… I’m asking you to please just walk away now.”

“I don’t think I can live a life without her in it anymore, Mav.” Bradley said, “I can’t live in a world without my Sunshine. I want forever with her. I want the dream my mom saw for us… I want to marry Y/N, spend the rest of my life with her, raise kids with her… maybe get a dog. Is that… OK with you?”

“Bradley, I would be honored to call you my son. You’re probably the only man I’d ever deem worthy of my Firecracker if we’re being honest.” Mav confided, smirking, “But, it’s not up to me. My daughter can be hard headed and she definitely knows her own mind. You have my blessing though if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Thank you.” Bradley replied, “It means a lot. In the interest of full disclosure though, I planned to move Heaven and Earth and spend the rest of my life groveling with her to marry me regardless.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” Mav laughed. “You’ve never let anything stop you, kid. I doubt you’d start now.”

Mav pulled Bradley into a tight hug, patting him on the back.

“Come on, you’ve got a girl to call.” Mav said, “Let’s get you fed so you can shower and call Y/N.”

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Your POV

You quickly drove home, stopping only to grab a late lunch from In and Out Burger. Pulling into the driveway, you parked the Jeep and headed into the house with your food.

The house was almost too quiet without having your aunt and uncle and the kids around. In a way you thought it would be better to get your own place, because it might be quiet but there wouldn’t be all the memories haunting you at every turn.

While you waited for Bradley to call, you ate your lunch and scrolled through more rental listings to see what else you could find.

A notification of a text popped up on your phone from Jake.

Jake: Hey, Sweets! Missing your favorite aviator yet?

You: I just talked to him about an hour ago actually, but I'm looking forward to seeing my dad tomorrow.

Jake: Ouch. Fair… but ouch.

You: You’re in my top 5… that help?

Jake: I’m not even SECOND??

You: Sorry, Jakey. Lol How did it go? Are you good?

Jake: I’m always good, Sweets! It was a success. How are you doing? I know it was shitty timing for the mission to happen.

You: I’m ok. It’s really quiet here and that sucks. But… I’m ok. I’m actually thinking about renting my own place.

Jake: Understandable. I promise to bring a little noise back tomorrow. Renting huh? Need a roomie?

You: You talk a big game, my favorite word puzzle… but you’re a big softy <3 Aren’t you attached to another squadron in another time zone?

Jake: Shhh! That’s classified information. At least I’m your favorite SOMETHING! And no stations are actually permanent… I’ve earned some favors.

You: Well… Shay will be super excited to hear that. Wouldn’t you want to be roomies with her?

Jake: Idea. We get a giant ass house and we all live together.

You: We’d be evicted from the neighborhood in no time.

Jake: You’re no fun.

You: I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake. Go get some food and sleep.

Jake: No bedtime hugs?

You: You’re a menace. I’ll hug you tomorrow.

Your phone rang a short time after, Bradey’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hey, Sunshine” he said as soon as you answered. He sounded exhausted.

“You sound ready to crash.” You said, “Feel a little better after your shower and dinner?”

“A little.” He said, “I am actually already in the bunk. I just really needed to hear your voice.”

“I’m right here.” You said, “I’ll talk to you as long as you need me to. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather tell you in person.” He said, yawning. “What have you been up to?

“Roo you’re exhausted, honey.” You said gently, “You need to sleep so you can fly back home tomorrow.”

“You’ve never used my callsign…or shortened version…” He said, softly, “I like it.

“Do you want me to call you Rooster?” You asked, amused.

“Not Rooster… I like Roo. Or when you use my name.” He clarified, “I don’t get called Brad or Bradley by many people. Kinda liked ‘honey’ too.”

“Ok, Bradley Roo Honey,” You teased, “I think it’s time for someone to get some sleep.”

“You’re a minx.” He chuckled, “Talk to me until I fall asleep? Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“Frank had a couple of charters for me that kept me occupied.” You said, “One was great but the other… They were horrible. I almost decided to practice my barrel rolls. I figured it was too early into this charter job to have clients puking all over the plane and complaining.”

“You really are a little Mav sometimes, Sunshine” He laughed, quietly, “What else did you do?”

“Well, I met Shay and Penny for lunch the first day, then last night met Shay at the Hard Deck for drinks. I think things are headed down the serious path between her and Jake. It’s sweet.”

“There’s more to Hangman than meets the eye.” Bradley replied, “He’s not actually a complete asshole.”

“I knew that ten seconds into meeting him.” You laughed. “Saw right through him.”

“That’s because you’re literally lightness, my Sunshine.” He replied softly, his voice sounding more groggy. “You see the good that others miss.”

“There’s no missing the good in you, Brad.” You assure him. “It’s right there on display for the world to see.”

“Even when I’m a complete asshole that destroyed everything and hurt the most important person in my life?” He asked.

“Even then.” You affirmed, “But you’re wrong. You didn’t destroy anything. Just got banged up a bit. Little bruised.”

“Promise?” He asked, his voice barely audible now. He was close to sleep.

“I promise, Roo.” You whispered, “Let yourself go to sleep. I will be right here waiting for you tomorrow.”

“Love you” he mumbled. You weren’t sure if he was even completely conscious. You waited, listening to him breathe until it evened out, gentle snores sounding through the phone.

“Goodnight, Roo.” You whispered, quietly, “I love you.” Smiling, you hung up the phone. You couldn’t wait for him to be back on North Island. You finally felt like you had your footing.

After cleaning up your lunch wrappers, you decided to take your laptop outside on the back patio to enjoy the sun while you searched through more rentals. On your way out, a picture on one of the side tables to the couch caught your eye. It was of you and your Uncle, you were 6 years old and sitting on his shoulders next to his jet. You had on his aviator sunglasses with a huge cheesy grin. He was smiling, looking up at you. You were missing your front teeth. You vaguely remembered those had fallen out while you’d been staying with them. Aunt Sarah had played tooth fairy. You smiled at the memory. You felt your heart clench and tears form in your eyes.

“I miss you so much, Uncle Tommy.” You whispered, “I half expect you to walk through the door at any moment or call me with some funny story. You were right… as always… you knew what you were doing by maneuvering everyone into place. Well played, Uncle Ice. Well played.”

You wiped the tears that had slipped free from your eyes, and continued out into the warm Southern California sunshine.

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The next morning, you were making breakfast when your phone rang.

“Good morning, Roo.” You said, smiling, “All rested?”

“Hi, Sunshine.” He replied, “I am all rested. Falling asleep with you could become addicting.”

“I’m glad you were able to get some sleep.” You said, “Any word on when you’re heading home?”

“The rest of the Dagger team are already off ship en route back to North Island.” He said. “Mav and I…well we are waiting on transport…”

“Is something wrong with your jets?” You asked, “They need maintenance?”

“Umm. You could say that.” He hedged, “In the sense that both are… in pieces…probably have some fire damage… extra ventilation…no longer flyable.”

“Bradley Bradshaw” You said, “Are your jets on the carrier?”

“No… they are not.” He said, “We had to….borrow a jet to get back to the carrier.”

“Ok, so can’t you fly that one home?” You asked.

“No…” he answered, “That one is also out of commission.”

“What happened to that one?” You asked.

“It has no landing gear. Down an engine… and the bottom is now toast from the…rough landing.” He replied.

“Jesus, Bradley!” You exclaimed, “What the actual fuck HAPPENED?”

“We’re both obviously ok…” he said, “So don’t panic… and I was hoping to tell you in person but forgot we’d have to find a ride off the carrier and you’d get suspicious..”

“BRADLEY!” You exclaimed, interrupting his rambling.

“I got missile locked from a SAM and was about to get hit and Mav intercepted but was shot down in the process and we were ordered to return to the carrier because everyone said he was gone. We couldn’t see his chute… but I may have disobeyed orders and circled back for him. I found him and shot down a chopper that had him pinned, but then I ended up getting shot down so had to punch out too. Mav found me, and yelled at me…. But then we found the base and landing strip we’d just blown up and saw an f-14, so borrowed that.” He took a breath, but then at your silence decided to keep going. “Mav managed to get it in the air, he really does do crazy pilot shit and it works… we were doing ok but then got intercepted by enemy fighters. We did pretty good holding our own in the dogfight but ran out of all ammunition. I was supposed to punch out again but the canopy was jammed. Then Hangman came through, shooting down the other guy, and saved our asses. Now we’re back on the carrier about to come home to you!”

“YOU BOTH GOT SHOT DOWN????” you yelled, “What part of STAY SAFE and COME BACK TO ME wasn’t clear?”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine.” He said, “I couldn’t come home without trying to find your dad for you.”

“But I almost lost both of you!” You replied, trying to wrap your head around that.

“But you didn’t.” He reminded you, “I’m here. Your dad is here. As soon as our damn ride out of here arrives we’ll be there with you.”

You heard voices in the background muffled. Then Bradley must have put his phone on speaker.

“Hey Firecracker.” Your dad said, “Our ride just arrived so we’ll be wheels up in about 20 minutes. Can you be on base in about 5 hours?”

“Hi, Dad.” You replied, “I will be there. You’re in so much trouble.”

“Rooster filled you in then?” He asked, “We had it all under control, Baby Girl. All part of the plan.”

“SO. Much. Trouble.” You emphasized.

“But, Sunshine…” Bradley said, “It ended up fine and Mav and I are even on solid ground now… that’s a good thing, right?”

“You are not getting out of this easily. NEITHER of you are.” You promised. “I love you both. Try not to crash your ride home.”

“Love you too, Firecracker.” Your dad chuckled.

“Love you, Sunshine.” Bradley said, “See you soon.”

After hanging up, you let out a sigh, knowing you would have your hands full with those two.

“Uncle Tommy you have your work cut out for you” You chuckled, “Those two need extra guardian angels. You may need to enlist Goose to help.”

You spent the morning driving around to look at a few more rentals but were still leaning towards the cute yellow house by Imperial Beach that you’d looked at already. You decided to make a pro and con list for the top 3 rentals you liked and you’d decide that way. You knew they’d probably rent out quickly so you would have to decide something fast.

You called your Aunt Sarah and let her know your dad would be back that evening and checked in to see how they were doing. You let her know you were looking at rentals and of course she reminded you this was your home as long as you needed or wanted. The kids were enjoying time with their cousins and it helped to keep their mind off the pain of missing their dad…at least temporarily.

You were just about to figure out what you wanted to do for lunch when your phone rang.

“Sweets!” Jake exclaimed when you answered the phone. “Where are ya at?”

“Hey, Jake.” You laughed, “I’m home, about to decide what I want for lunch. Where are you?”

“Great! Shay took the day off and we’re picking up food. We’ll be there in 15!” He announced.

“Guess that means you’re home.” You replied, laughing at his enthusiasm. “Come on over.”

In no time, Jake and Shay had arrived with take out from the Mexican restaurant that you and Shay had eaten at together.

As soon as Jake had set the food down and his hands were free, you hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Jakey.” You whispered.

“You’re welcome.” He replied, hugging you back just as tightly. “It’s just lunch, Sweets.”

“You saved my dad and Bradley’s life.” You said, pulling your head back to look into his shining, sea green eyes.

“I promised we’d all be safe.” He said, struggling to accept the praise. He put on a good act of being cocky and almost arrogant but underneath it all, he was always just trying to measure up. To feel like he was ‘as good’. It wasn’t about being better. “I didn’t want you to lose anyone else.”

“You are an amazing friend, Jake Seresin.” You answered simply, “And an amazing person in general. I will throw down with anyone who suggests otherwise. Even you. So no more calling my friend an asshole.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replies, grinning, “You gonna throw down with my old man too? Coz’ Sweets, my money is on you.”

“I sure as hell will!” You exclaimed, stepping back and grabbing plates for everyone. “Screw him. You’re my family now, and I’m yours.”

“So does anyone want to fill me in on what the hell happened on this mission?” Shay asked, “Clearly it didn’t go according to plan.”

Jake filled in the details he could, leaving out anything classified. It was pretty much the same story Bradley told you.

“So they stole a whole ass f-14?” She asked, shocked.

“Yup.” You said, “I informed both of them that they’re in so much trouble.”

“What time do you need to be there to get them?” Jake asked, “I can go with you so you don’t have problems getting onto base.”

“They said 5 hours.” You said, “That was at 9 so I guess I’ll plan on going around 1:30 so that I’m there when they get there. I planned on taking the Bronco.”

“Ok, I can meet you at the entrance and get you onto base.” He said, then turned to Shay, “Then after, I’ll head back to your apartment if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, of course.” She replied, “Do we all want to get together tomorrow night at the Hard Deck to celebrate?”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Jake replied, “We will be ready to let loose by then. I’ll let everyone know.”

“How long before you all get sent back to your other squadrons?” You asked, sad at the idea of all of your new friends being scattered around the globe.

“I don’t know yet.” He replied, sighing. “At the very least, I think we’ve all earned some leave time… need some R&R.”

“I agree.” You said, “You’ve definitely earned a vacation.”

Conversion flowed while the three of you devoured your lunches. You told them about the rentals you were looking at, Jake insisted you needed a roomie/bodyguard. You told him you’d take it under advisement.

After lunch, they headed out, Jake telling you he’d text when he was on his way to base.

You decided to shower and change into cutoff jean shorts, a navy blue v-neck t-shirt, the front tucked in a bit, and white converse sneakers. You opted to leave your hair down, just taming the waves a bit.

By the time you were done getting ready, it was time to head out so you’d be on base when they got home.

Jake: Leaving Shay’s now. It’s about a 15 min drive as long as I don’t hit traffic.

You: Ok! I’ll meet you there. Thanks for doing this Jake.

Jake: Sweets, you need to stop thanking me all the time ;) You already claimed me as family, remember? It’s what we do.

You: XOXO

You pulled the Bronco onto base and saw that Jake’s truck was already at the entry gate, waiting on you. Seeing you pull in, he pulled ahead to the gate and flashed his ID. You could see him talking to the guard and pointing back to you. The rail by the guard shelter lifted and Jake drove through, the guard motioning for you to follow.

Jake led you to a different area than where you’d see them off at and parked the truck. You pulled next to him, putting the Bronco in park and turning it off.

“They should be coming out over there.” He said pointing to a building beyond the gate in front of you. “I imagine they’ll be landing shortly, if they haven’t already. I’m surprised Penny isn’t here.”

“I have a feeling I will be dropping dad off the Hard Deck.” You said. “So…you and Shay?”

“Is it weird that I’m actually looking at what I’d need to do to transfer to North Island?” He asked, glancing over at you. “I mean I know it’s really early…less than a month.”

“Have you ever entertained changing duty stations for someone before?” You asked, “Ever consider rerouting your life for someone?”

“No.” he replied, “I’ve been career driven since day 1. All of my decisions were based on what was best for me or my career and moving forward.”

“But this thing with Shay… it’s different?” You pressed.

“So different.” He replied. “So… good. I feel like I can just be me, and I am good enough.”

“Then there’s your answer.” You said, “But I really wanna know who made you think you were less than, not good enough, or worthy. Because I fully intend on punching them straight in their damn throat.”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have met you and to have you on my side, Sweets, but you’re my person now.” He said pulling you into a side hug. “No take backs.”

“I accept the responsibility 100%.” You laughed “You’re worth holding onto. Besides, I always wanted a brother.”

“Done.” He said, “You’ve got one now. For what it’s worth, you’re worth holding onto too, Y/N.”

He dropped a kiss on top of your head before you both turned back to watch for Mav and Bradley to come out.

“So, back to our conversation from yesterday… need a roomie?” He asked, laughing.

“Guess that depends on if you get that transfer, Jakey.” You teased, batting you lashes at him, playfully. “And which of the rentals I end up going with.”

“Pick the one with extra room for your new fave aviator.” He said.

“You’re top 4.” You replied, winking, then, seeing two familiar figures leave the building walking towards you, squealed “Here they come!”

“It’s weird seeing them get along.” Jake chuckled, stepping forward to open the gate, “Come on, they’re taking too long.”

“I can go in?” You asked, not wanting to be in trouble, but desperately wanting to get to them.

“Go. I’ll cover you.” he said, winking. You didn’t need any more encouragement. You took off running towards them.

Bradley, seeing you barrel towards them, dropped his flight bag and opened his arms up. He caught you as you launched yourself into his arms. You buried your face between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in as you clung to him like a koala bear. He held you tightly against him, in no hurry to have you detach yourself.

“That’s one hell of a welcome home, Sunshine.” He said, “I’m so damn glad to see you.”

“I’m glad to see you too.” You replied, “I might have missed you… a little.”

“So this is what I’m reduced to huh?” Mav smirked at the pair of you, “I’m now just second best?”

“Don’t feel bad, at least I’m pretty sure you’re top 2.” Jake said, joining, “Best I can get from her is top 4.”

Bradley, reluctantly set you down, knowing you wanted to greet your dad. You immediately went into his outstretched arms, hugging him as if your life depended on it.

“I love you, Dad.” You whispered.

“I love you too, Firecracker.” He replied, holding you tightly. Looking over your shoulder he said, “Thanks for helping her get back here, Hangman.”

“No problem, Pops Mav.” He answered, bravely.

“Excuse me?” Your dad asked, raising an eyebrow at Jake. You laughed, stepping back to look at Jake.

“I adopted him, Dad.” You explained, “He’s my new brother. You’re welcome.”

“I’m being punished…” He said, “This is what you mean by big trouble?”

“Nope” you said, popping the ‘p’. “This is just an added bonus. He saved your life, he’s ours now.” Without warning you slapped both your dad and Bradley on their arms, “But seriously, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU BOTH THINKING?”

“OW!” Bradley yelped, rubbing his arm, “Your dad told me not to think. This is technically his fault.”

“Hey!” Mav replied, playfully glaring at Bradley, “I saved your life! You could at least not throw me under the bus with my kid.”

“I saved your life back, and Sunshine kinda scares me…” Bradley replied.

“Well I saved both of your lives and gained my second confirmed air to air kill in the process.” Jake added, “So… I think that means I win.”

“And yet, still so humble.” Mav grumbled. “Let’s get out of here. I have a lady to see.”

“I’m heading in that direction if you want a lift. Shay’s apartment is not far from the Hard Deck…or Penny’s.” Jake offered to Mav. He knew you and Bradley had some talking to do and probably wanted some time.

“That’d be great, Jake, thank you.” Your dad replied, then turned to you and Bradley, “Firecracker, I love you. Come by the hangar tomorrow…both of you.”

“We will.” Bradley said, reaching his hand out to Mav. Instead of shaking the younger aviator’s hand, Mav pulled him into a hug. To your shock and delight, Bradley returned the hug.

A/N: We’re getting there!!! Bradley and Mav finally had a LONG overdue talk! Bradley and Sunshine are next!!! We’re getting there!!!! Thoughts??

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Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Female!Reader Word count: 6832 Summary: When Corroded Coffin play at your Dad's club at a competition, you find yourself drawn in ba the singer's voice. The same singer who finds you on the roof of the building later on and gazes at the stars with you. When it's time to leave, he draws something on your arm, but you both leave it up to fate to find each other again, not even exchanging names that night. Warning/Tags: fluff, toothrotting fluff, post Season 4, everybody lives, allusions to smut, but nothing written out, lots of kissing (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: I wrote this post a while back, and now, here we are, and I put that idea down in fic form. And you bet that I will put LotR references wherever I can, because I would actually name my club The Green Dragon. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. 💚

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‘87 The Green Dragon was a small club/bar in Indianapolis that your father owned. Yes, he’d always been a fan of The Lord of the Rings and other fantasy books, but that one had stuck with him until today. The love for this piece of literature had been passed down to you, just like the love for music. You Dad had been in a band pretty much all his life, even now, but they weren’t touring anymore. He’d given up on that when you’d been around ten. All of them had settled down here in Indianapolis, close to where they’d grown up: Hawkins. You’d been there to visit, but your life was here in Indianapolis.

At twenty-one, your Dad supported you in whatever you wanted to do, but to his surprise, you hadn’t wanted to go away and leave him, instead you’d taken courses in managing, because you loved The Green Dragon and wanted to run this together with him. Yes, you loved making music, and you were always jamming with some friends, but it wasn’t a career you wanted to pursue. No, you’d rather spend your time here, take care of the customers, converse with the bands that were playing here, because every two months, there were band battles held in the club/bar to support local acts, and your Dad always made sure that his former bandmates (turned producers) were there to find new talents.

Tonight was one of those nights, and your Dad was rather excited, because they finally had a band from his old hometown.

“I heard them play. They’re a metal/rock band. Believe me, you’ll love them, pumpkin!” Excitement shone in his eyes, making you smile.

“I’m sure, I will. I’m already looking forward to them. And the rest of course!” Because you couldn’t have favourites before you’d even heard them, right? Though you had to say that they’d already earned a plus point for making your Dad so excited.

You never worked on these evenings, always took them off to really enjoy the concerts, but you found yourself behind the bar every now and then of course, because you couldn’t resist, and it was faster to get your drinks as well.

While your Dad got everything set up, you took a nap, because it was going to be a long night, but you loved that. It was your life, what you wanted to do, and so you were down at the Green Dragon when the first band started. Altogether, there were five different bands playing. You hadn’t heard of any of them before - except for Corroded Coffin because your Dad had mentioned them earlier.

It was packed, just like you’d predicted, when you got your first drink of the night, gesturing towards Joey behind the bar, who brought you your usual. With a grin, you turned towards the stage. The first three bands were quite good, they got the crowd going, but then it was time for your Dad’s favourite, which got you really excited now.

You got yourself another drink, then walked behind the bar towards the front so you could stand right at the stage and watch them. The perks of knowing the owner, working here, and running this place one day.

You were immediately mesmerised when you saw the singer. It almost felt like you knew him, but you didn’t. You would remember if you’d seen him somewhere before. Then again, Hawkins wasn’t that far away, maybe you had crossed paths somewhere?

The crowd was going mental even before they’d started, some of them must have seen the band before. But even if they hadn’t, they had every right to go completely nuts, because Corroded Coffin was really good. Your father had been right. It wasn’t just their sound, it was the singer’s voice as well, the way they interacted with the crowd - and the intensity in his eyes when he looked at you. At first, you thought that it was just your imagination, but his eyes found yours again and again, and he even winked at you, making you smile.

You were no stranger to musicians, and you’d even gotten to know some big names in the business because of your Dad and your uncles - because all of his bandmates were your uncles, even if you weren’t related by blood. But this here was always different. In addition, you were used to flirting a little behind the bar, but not usually with the guys on stage. It was always completely innocent… Usually… but you felt your stomach flip the next time he looked at you, levelling this intense gaze on you while he kept singing.

Your eyes landed on his guitar, and because you didn’t know his name, you’d just call him Warlock. A grin appeared on your lips the next time you locked eyes, but that was interrupted when you heard your Dad next to you. Feeling kind of caught - though you hadn’t done anything illegal, you’d just looked at the singer - you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Did I promise you too much?” he asked over the music, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The bandana around his head kept his long hair from his face. While he might not be a musician on tour anymore, he’d never gotten rid of his looks. He’d even worn that bandana when he’d married your step-mum.

“No, you didn’t. Just look at the crowd!” And just on cue, they erupted into cheers and screams, because they’d just played their last song. Too bad, because you could have listened to them a while longer.

“Yeah, Brian’s interested in working with them!”

“That’s awesome!” That meant that they might get a chance even if they didn’t win this little contest. Usually, the winners were the ones who got to talk to the producers present, but in this case, they might get a chance one way or another. When you heard the last band, though, you were pretty sure that Corroded Coffin would win.

And they did! Not long after the last band had finished, they were announced as winners, and Brian immediately pulled them aside. You smiled to yourself. It was a great chance for them, and you seized that opportunity to walk over to them, taking it upon yourself to congratulate them, bottle in hand.

“Hey, Brian,” you greeted him with a hug, before you turned your attention to the band in question. “Congrats, guys! You nearly tore the place down, it’s a deserved win.”

“Thank you!” Warlock spoke up, eyes fixed on yours, pushing his dark curls from his face. “You liked it as well?” Now, that was what he was really curious about. He hadn’t thought that he’d find you in the crowd, but here you were, right in front of him. What a lucky guy.

“Yeah. I think you figured that out even before you asked,” you said with a wink, before you handed them a bottle of Whiskey - your Dad always did that, because he didn’t want to give them one of those sissy champagne drinks - before you turned around to let them celebrate and talk. In addition, you really needed some fresh air, and you knew just the place to get that.

You went out through the staff door, leading to the stairs that brought you right to the roof. One of your favourite spots, because you could still kind of feel and hear the music from inside, but you were surrounded by a piece of nature. Your Dad had turned the roof into a little garden, growing herbs for the drinks, but also lots of flowers that made it look pretty up here - and it smelled good as well. You sat down on the padded bench and looked up at the stars. You loved doing this, because despite the big city lights, right here, you were still able to see a lot of the night sky. Sure, it was even better, when you drove out of town, but for your every day fix, this was perfect.

You didn’t even hear the door to the roof open, but you definitely heard him call out.

“Hey, Stargirl!”

That made you turn your face away from the sky and look at him, feeling your lips turn up into a smile. It was a surprise to see him here, but a good one, because you hadn’t expected him to extract himself from the meeting with Brian. Maybe they’d just postponed it to the next day, so that they could properly celebrate, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Warlock!” you called back, tilting your head to the side, eyes still on him as he was walking up to you.

“Warlock?”

“Yeah, because of your guitar. I think it fits.”

He had to laugh at that, before he nodded his head.

“Yeah. Figures.” He sat down next to you, put the half empty bottle of Whiskey between the two of you. “So, you know your guitars.”

“I actually have a similar one, so… yeah, you could say that.”

“You’re a musician then?” He cocked his head to the side, studying your profile, while you looked back up at the stars, smile on your lips.

“Not really… Just doing it for fun. Nothing like you guys.” Since he’d brought the bottle, you reached for it and brought it to your lips.

“Still makes you a musician. Just… not someone who earns their money with that.”

“Got a point, pretty boy.” You put the bottle down again, only for him to take it. His fingers brushed against yours, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You think I’m pretty?” Now, he was the one to take a sip from the whiskey, never taking his eyes off you.

“To be honest, I think you’re hot,” you said, throwing your head back and letting your laugh echo through the night. “But yeah pretty as well.” When you looked back at him, you could have sworn that he was blushing, but it was difficult to tell for sure due to the dim light out here.

“Likewise.” He scooted a little closer. You’d caught his eye immediately, and not just because you were pretty. It was your whole attitude, that aura that surrounded you that had pulled him towards you. “So, what can I call you, pretty girl?” He used the same endearment, you’d just used, making you smile again.

“How about… we stick with Stargirl?” you asked, holding your breath for a second. It was kinda nice to not know his name, for him not to know yours, keeping all this casual and a little… anonymous. “And I’ll keep calling you Warlock.” You locked eyes with him, biting your lip. “And when we meet again after tonight, I’m gonna tell you my name. How about that?”

Surprise shone in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with something else, with a mischievous grin that lit up his eyes.

“I like the way you think.” He laughed, before he cast his eyes towards the sky. “Oh wow… I thought you wouldn’t be able to see the stars from here.”

“It’s one of the few places where that’s possible… That’s why I love it up here.”

“Yeah… I mean, back in Hawkins, it’s even better, but for the city, this is a really neat view.” He cocked his head to the side, trying to find his favourite constellations. Not all of them were visible from here, but he could make out quite a few.

“I know.” “You been to Hawkins?” His eyes landed on you again, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Couple times… I have family there.”

“It’s… a whole lot different from Indianapolis.”

“You don’t say!” Another laugh escaped your lips, eyes darting back to the stars.

Hawkins was home for him, always would be, but Indianapolis just gave him something else, more anonymity, a place where he wasn’t labelled the freak. Still, he would always have a home there, no matter where he ended up in his life. After all, most of his friends would remain in Hawkins.

“Both places have their charm,” you had to admit, rubbing your palms over your arms when a gust of wind blew over the roof. You’d abandoned your jacket behind the bar, but right now, you wished you’d taken it up here with you.

“Here,” Warlock said, stripping his own jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. You recognized it as the leather jacket with the band name on the back that he’d worn on stage.

“Thanks… but aren’t you cold?”

“Nope, not at all. And after all, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a pretty girl like you freeze out here?” While he could think of a couple other ways to keep you warm, this was the most appropriate right now.

“A musician and a gentleman. My lucky night.” You grinned to yourself, when you bumped your shoulder against his, flustering him a little.

“You come up here often?” he said to distract himself. It sounded like a cheap pick up line, he realised, and so he added: “To look at the stars, I mean.”

“More often than I’d like to admit.” With a sigh, you looked back up, threading your arms through the sleeves of the jacket. The faint smell of leather filled your nose mixed with stale cigarettes and some sort of cologne. “It… calms me down, you know? When everything is so hectic around me, when so much is changing, I know that I can look up there and find the same stars looking back at me every night. And even if I can’t see them, I know that they are there.” You felt your cheeks heat up, because you hadn’t exactly wanted to tell him that, but Warlock had a way to make you talk without stopping to think about it, like you usually did. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“No, no, no! Absolutely not!” He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, before he rubbed circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “I know exactly what you mean. I feel the same way. So much changes, but this is something we can always count on.” He scooted even closer, his hip touching yours now, his thigh pressed against yours, when he raised your hand to point at a constellation of stars. He put his head right next to yours so that he could make sure that you were able to follow his line of sight. “See that? That’s Hercules… named after Heracles, a hero in Greek mythology.” His hand was gentle around yours, his calloused fingertips and the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver along your arms, down your back, making your heart flutter. “It’s one of the oldest constellations known to man, dating back to ancient Sumerian civilization.”

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, not daring to speak louder and break the spell he was casting around you.

“And over there,” he said, adjusting your hand, guiding you in the direction he meant. “You can only see half of it, but that’s Columba… it represents the dove that told Noah that the flood was receding… something like that.” He chuckled, wrapping his other arms around you, pulling you against his side.

“How do you know all that?” you asked, turning your head towards him, your nose nearly poking against his cheek.

“Spent a lot of time outside looking at the stars. When my parents argued, then when I lived with my uncle and the trailer felt so empty… It was somehow better to be outside and gaze at the stars. Made me feel less alone.”

Your heart broke a little for him. Maybe it was the situation that made him open up like this, because he usually didn’t talk that much about this. But with you up here, he felt safer than he’d done with other people.

“And here I thought, you learned all that to impress the girls,” you tried to lighten the mood, but still pressed your lips to his cheek, thanking him for telling you this, for confiding in you.

“Actually, you’re the first one, I’m impressing with this.” He turned his head to look at you, slowly let go of your hand. “Is it working?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, while his eyes darted to your lips.

“Mhm… it is,” you said, your lips maybe an inch away from his. You felt that tingling feeling in your stomach. It spread through your chest, your limbs, and practically exploded, when Warlock closed the gap between you and sealed your lips with his. Your hands were in his hair, fingernails grazing over his scalp. He moaned into the kiss, framed your face with his hands to angle your head. Your lips opened for him, his tongue swiping in to explore your mouth.

You were glad that you were already sitting there, because otherwise your legs would have given in beneath you. He kissed you breathless, and when you eventually broke apart, you were panting. Both of you.

He chuckled to himself, running his thumb over your slightly swollen bottom lip, before he cupped your cheek.

“Definitely not what I expected to happen tonight. This evening is full of surprises.” He ghosted his lips over yours once more, making you hum in response.

“Me neither.” Not at all. And it almost made you want to tell him your name, take him home with you, but… you still wanted to leave it up to fate. You knew that he’d be making music with Brian, knew the name of his band, so in the end, you’d be able to find him, but you really wanted to leave this in fate’s hands. Fate had brought you this far, so maybe, there would be another meeting.

“So, you’re still not telling me your name, Stargirl?” He reached for your hand, brushed his thumb across your pulse point making you swallow.

“Nope. Find me again and I will let you know. Leave it up to fate.” You brushed a lock of hair from his face, let your fingertips trail down his cheek, before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

“Eddie!” you heard someone yell across the roof, making you chuckle. You should have known that sooner or later someone would find you. “We need you down there.”

“Gimme five minutes!” Warlock - or Eddie as you’d found out now - called back and when the door fell shut, he sighed. “Guess, this is where we part for now.”

“Sure looks like it.” You couldn’t deny the heavy lump in your throat, because you didn’t want to let him go already, but… that was how it was supposed to go apparently.

“Here… give me your arm!” he pulled a pen from his back pocket and pushed up the sleeve of the leather jacket to reveal your skin to him. With the cap of the pen between his lips, he drew on your arm, leaving goosebumps everywhere the pen touched your skin. You watched him intently, a lopsided smile on your lips. Once he was finished, you inspected the arm.

“What’s that?” You had an idea, but you needed to make sure.

“That’s my favourite constellation of stars.” Eddie said with a grin. “You can’t see it right now, because it’s over there.” He pointed in the direction that was behind the lights, where you couldn’t see any stars at all. “Pyxis Nautica… the sailor’s compass.” Eddie slowly got up from where he was sitting, your hand still in his. He brought it up to his lips to brush a kiss across the back of your hand. “So you can always find your way back.” To me. He left the last part out, thinking that it was too cheesy, but you had the same idea.

“This is where I leave you, fair maiden. Look at the stars and think of me, will you?” He slowly walked backwards towards the door, eyes still on you.

“Wait, your jacket!”

“Keep it! Give it back the next time we meet, alright?”

“Yeah… I will.” Both. You’d think of him when you were looking at the stars, and you’d give the jacket back the next time. But until then, you’d hold onto it, and wear it whenever you could.

—

‘88 “Home, sweet home,” Eddie mumbled to himself as he closed the door behind him, not sure whether Robin and Steve were home or not. Ever since all hell had broken loose in Hawkins and he’d nearly lost his life, the three of them had moved in together, finding an apartment that was the right size for them. Even now that Eddie could afford a much bigger place all for himself, he didn’t want to move out. It was chaotic at times, but he loved living with them - while he was home in Hawkins at least. The last couple of months, they’d been on a club tour, but they’d played their second to last concert yesterday. The last one would be played at the Green Dragon, where their career had more or less taken off.

The concert was tomorrow, marking exactly one year since the contest where they’d gotten to meet Brian, who’d introduced him to the right people. Brian was their producer, while his bandmate Logan was their manager. Even now, it was still hard to believe that this night had changed their lives. And Eddie’s in particular, because he couldn’t get Stargirl out of his head. He’d been looking for her, had asked about her even that night, but nobody had been able to tell him anything. He even thought that he’d imagined all that, but Gareth had assured him that he’d seen her on the roof with him.

“Finally made it home, rockstar?” Robin welcomed him with a big hug and didn’t want to let him go. He barely managed to put his bag down, before he could wrap his arms around her.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“Of course. We always miss you!” Robin stepped back to let Steve hug him as well. They’d been to the concerts in the area, but by now, they hadn’t seen Eddie in more than four weeks. The longest time they’d gone without each other ever since they’d become friends.

“I missed you, too,” Eddie admitted, pushing his hair from his face, before he took off his shoes and jacket, followed both of them into the kitchen. He was welcomed with the most delicious smell. Sure, they’d gotten great food along the way, but they’d also lived off fast food, so coming home to a meal prepared by the people he loved, was really something special - and it also made him aware of how hungry he was.

“Any luck finding your Stargirl, yet?” Steve looked over his shoulder at Eddie while he was getting three beers out of the fridge. He put them on the table, while Robin was loading the plates with food.

“Still no…” Eddie had called them a week ago, and they’d asked him the same question. Both of them were so invested that Eddie had to smile every time they asked about you. “Got my hopes up for tomorrow, though.” Because he hadn’t forgotten you, and he was still hoping, even after a year, that you still remembered him, that you hadn’t forgotten about that night. After all, you’d been the one to talk about fate, and to this day, he clung onto this.

“So, you’re planning on playing the new song tomorrow? Or is that off the table?” Robin pushed a plate over to Eddie, the other one to Steve, before she sat down.

“No, no, I’m still planning on it. Talked to the band and they thought it was a great idea to introduce the new song at the Green Dragon, where it all started. Give something back, you know?” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, before he started eating like a starved man, like he hadn’t had anything to eat in days. He’d been working on this song pretty much ever since he’d met you, but it had never been perfect. He still thought that it lacked something, but with enough reassurance from the others - and especially Brian and Logan who had a lot of experience in the business - he was finally ready to play it in front of an audience.

“I think it’s a great idea!” Steve nodded at Eddie before he took a sip from his beer. “I’m sure she’ll be there. Have a little faith.”

“Fate and faith…” Eddie groaned, cursing himself for trusting in fate for so long. “Want me to believe in anything else?” He gave a crooked smile, because he cursed himself for not asking you for your number, for going through with this and trusting in fate, instead of doing something, anything to stay in contact with you.

“Yourself?” Robin suggested, trying to hide her smile behind the can of beer.

“I think you two believe in me enough already.” He said it with a laugh, but meant every word of it. Without their support, he wouldn’t have made it this far, Eddie knew that. The others as well, but Robin and Steve were the one he talked to the most. And they were also the ones that would be right at the front of the stage tomorrow night when he would be a nervous wreck right before singing that song for you, in hopes that you would hear it.

—

With a content smile on your face, you looked down at your right forearm, traced the outlines of the tattoo with your index finger. One year ago today, he’d drawn the constellation of Pyxis Nautica on your forearm, and you’d gotten it tattooed the next day. It was a memory of that special night, but also something that connected you. And you needed that compass to find your way back to him, right?

Of course, you could have met him, could have asked Brian to set up a meeting, could have gone to one of their concerts in the area, but you held onto your fate theory. You weren’t gonna seek him out actively, you wanted to wait until your paths crossed again. Granted, you’d thought that it would happen a lot sooner, but as soon as you’d found out that they would be playing at the Green Dragon exactly one year after they’d won the competition here, you knew that this was the night you’d meet him again.

“You ready for tonight?” Your father asked, standing next to you. You hadn’t even heard him sneak up on you, because you were so lost in thought. Of course, you’d told him what had happened - not in complete detail, but he knew - and he’d just smiled. He’d trusted in fate as well when he’d met your step-Mum, and they were still happy today.

“I guess,” you answered truthfully, looking up at him. “Just… a little nervous I guess, because I don’t know what’s gonna happen.” Yes, you were hoping that he would remember you, that you would be able to pick up where you’d left off, but now that they were getting famous, you really had no idea if he still thought of you. It had been just that one night. A magical night at that, but still… Even if he didn’t remember you, you still had to give him his jacket back, and you’d always remember that night.

“Oh honey…” He hugged you to his side, placing a kiss on your temple. “If he doesn’t remember you, he’s not worth your time, alright? Besides, Brian said that he’d a great kid.” Not a kid anymore, but that didn’t stop Brian from calling anyone younger than him a kid. Your Dad knew more than you did, because Brian had told him about the song Eddie had been working on, because he’d talked to Brian about it. The song Eddie wrote for his Stargirl, that he wanted to debut tonight. After you’d talked to him, he knew of course that Eddie had called you Stargirl, but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“Yeah… we’ll just see how it goes, I guess.” You hugged him back, before you got back to work and stocked up the bar with everything you’d need for starters.

The hours ticked by, you knew the band was already here, which made your heart beat faster, but you tried your best to busy yourself, so you wouldn’t run in the back to greet them. That was still your Dad’s job after all. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you heart was beating faster only because you knew that he was here.

Soon, the place was packed, the show completely sold out. All tickets had been gone in an hour, and it hadn’t surprised you. Their album was absolutely amazing, their whole tour sold out, the next one planned, but since this was a special concert, as they’d said in interviews again and again, you knew that the crowd would go wild again.

Yes, you’d followed their road, had heard from Brian, Logan, and your Dad about everything, and you’d listened to their songs on the radio. They were getting more and more popular, and they deserved it. But since that night one year ago, you hadn’t seen Eddie in person. All that changed when they took the stage that night. You heard his voice over the noises and cheers from the audience, the laughter that erupted from his throat and sent a shiver down your back, settled deep in your stomach, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. Yeah, he still had the same effect on you even after a whole year.

You were busy serving drinks behind the bar, while they played, humming along to their music, because you knew every song by heart. Of course, you did.

When it was time, your father came up to you, holding the leather jacket - your most prized possession - out to you.

“Go… and enjoy the rest of the show.. It’s just two more songs after this anyway. I can take it from here.” Because he knew that they would play their newest, unreleased song next before the last song on their setlist, and he wanted you to be right up there in the front.

“Are you sure?” you asked, taking the jacket from him, already threading your arms through the sleeves. You didn’t want to abandon him here, but you were also eager to see Eddie again, to find out whether there was still that connection or not.

“Go! I’ll be fine. I’ve got Shelby, Luke and Rhonda here with me. Don’t worry!” Gently, he pushed you in the direction of the stage, making you laugh. You walked the rest alone to the spot where you’d stood a year ago, where you had a little room to yourself and the perfect view of the stage.

“Indianapolis you are amazing!” Eddie yelled into the microphone, pushing his sweat soaked hair from his face, a big grin on his lips. Just seeing him like this gave you goosebumps, but when he announced the next song, you couldn’t believe your ears, and when your eyes eventually met, you thought that you would pass out.

—

“It all started right here a year ago, so we thought we’d give you a special treat and play you our newest song. You’re the first people apart from Brian and Logan over there to hear it.” Eddie pointed in their direction, before he put his hand on the microphone again. “It’s about a very special person who made me gaze at the stars even more often than I already did… This is called Stargirl.”

Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, waited for Gareth to count them in and then he started playing. His heart was in his throat, he was so nervous how people would react, and if you were here to hear it. So far, he hadn’t caught a glimpse of you, disappointment nearly wearing him down, but he knew that he had to keep his faith.

And then he saw you. Standing there in the same spot where he’d first seen you, wearing his jacket, and you had the most adorable look on your face. He nearly faltered for a moment but then he caught himself again. His eyes were fixed on you when he sung the next lines.

“I feel like Columbus / trying to remain calm / as I’m looking for the compass / I drew on your arm / ‘Cause I’m looking for the Stargirl /Who caught my heart in a whirl.”

He somehow made it through the rest of the song without staring at you all the time, but he still kept an eye on you, not ready to let you go before he’d even talked to you. You’d talked about fate, now fate was showing its face, bringing the two of you together again.

His eyes found yours again and again during their last song, and he couldn’t even bask in the applause and the cheers from the audience, because he had to get off stage. They said their thank yous, but while the others stayed on stage a moment longer, Eddie hopped off right in front of you. He couldn’t wait any longer. Without a word, he took your hand in his, and led you to the staff door that you’d walked out of the last time. He knew exactly where he wanted to take you, because he needed to be alone with you, didn’t want to get interrupted. And so, you found yourself back in the roof where you’d stood a year ago gazing at the stars with him.

“Finally!” Eddie whispered as soon as the door was closed. He pulled you against his chest, kissing you with such fervour that it left you breathless. You melted into his embrace, arms wrapping around his neck to make sure that he would stay right where he was. Eddie deepened the kiss, hands roaming your back, before they slipped beneath the jacket - his jacket - and you felt his warm hands on your back.

Slowly his hands stilled, dropping to the small of your back, thumby rubbing over your skin, while he pulled back a little, leaving your kiss swollen lips longing for more.

“Hi,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, noses bumping.

“Hi…” you whispered back, lips turning up into a smile. One hand remained at the nape of his neck, the other landed on his cheek.

“Guess fate finally brought us back together.” Eddie chuckled, squeezing you slightly, before he pulled his hands back from beneath the jacket to take your hands in his.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, cocking your head to the side to watch him. “Maybe, that helped as well.” You took your hands off him only to push the sleeve on your right arm up to reveal the tattoo to him.

“No way!” Eddie gasped, both of his hands grabbing your arm, fingertips running along the outlines of the tattoo. “You really got that tattooed?”

“It was a nice memory of that night.” You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, the smile that lit up his whole face, made his eyes crinkle. “And it was supposed to help me find my way back… to you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head, before he framed your face with both hands and kissed you again. Still hungry for more, but there was a gentleness in that kiss that made your heart race and your toes curl in your shoes. “You are absolutely breathtaking. No wonder I couldn’t forget you.” Eddie chuckled to himself, running his thumbs over your cheeks.

“You’re one to talk! That song just…” You shook your head, the emotions suddenly overwhelming you, and you felt the tears prick at the backs of your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but you were really close to doing so.

“I meant every word.” Eddie had to clarify, because he didn’t want to make any assumptions. “I’ve been trying to find you, because fate was taking too long, and I kinda thought that I might never see you again. And then I wrote all that down. I’ve been working on it for… well, ever since we met actually.” He looked down, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment. When he looked back into your eyes, a bashful smile was playing on his lips, his cheeks tinged light pink. “D’you like it?”

“Like it?” you squeaked, taking hold of his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “I love it, Eddie! It’s… I don’t even have words. Nobody had ever done something so… beautiful for me!”

“So… you’re impressed? Can I impress you with my knowledge of stars as well as with my music?” There it was again, his cocky side. Gone was the bashfulness, but you had to smile.

“Yes… sure looks like it, pretty boy.” You leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. A kiss that held the promise of so much more to come this night, and in the future, because you weren’t going to let him go again, not now that fate had finally brought you together again.

“You know… there’s something I have to tell you,” you whispered against his lips before you pulled back again.

“Okay…?” Eddie felt his heart drop to the floor, because he had no idea what you’d say. You seemed so nervous, biting your lip again and again before you finally opened your mouth. God, she’s got a boyfriend, I knew it.

“We… could have met earlier.”

“What do you mean?” Not at all what he’d expected, but you certainly made him curious. Still, he didn’t let you go and instead pulled you against his chest again. At least, you didn’t have a boyfriend, everything else… he could probably deal with.

“My Dad owns the Green Dragon. And Brian and Logan are his bandmates.”

“What?” Eddie scrunched up his nose, the wheels in his head turning until it clicked. You could have gotten in touch with him any time, yet you’d chosen not to do so. Eddie had to laugh. “You telling me… that I’ve been looking everywhere for you, while you could have just called Brian and asked to meet me?”

“Yeah… kind of.” Your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest, because you couldn’t read him right now. “I know it sounds stupid, but I…” You broke off and sighed. It was too difficult to explain.

“It’s not stupid,” Eddie reassured you, pinched your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him again. “Sure, it would have spared me a lot of miserable, frustrated nights because I was thinking about you while I only had my hand as company.” Eddie leaned forward, letting his lips grace the shell of your ear. His words made you press your thighs together, because of the image he’d created in your head. He hadn’t been the only one, though, because during your lonely nights, you’d thought about Eddie as well while trying to find some release. “But we’re here now… aren’t we?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, shuddering slightly when Eddie’s lips moved down your throat, taking his time. Your eyes closed on their own accord, while you ran your hands up his chest.

“I mean… that makes this here all the better. Waiting so long for you.” Eddie’s breath fanned over your skin. “But there’s still one question on my mind.” Slowly, he pulled back to look into your eyes again. His hands were on your waist now, thumbs brushing over your stomach beneath the thin top you were wearing.

“What is it?” you managed, trying to focus on his words, while his hands sent electric shockwaves through your body, making you want to drag him back to your apartment and not let him go for… some time.

“Your name, Star Girl!”

You blinked once, twice, before you started laughing. You brought your hands up to his cheeks. “It’s Y/N,” you whispered against his lips, before you kissed him. Eddie wrapped one arm around you to keep you close to him, but he broke the kiss again.

“Y/N…” he repeated, nudging your nose with his, before a devilish smile appeared on his lips. “Gotta know which name I’ll be moaning all night.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” you asked with a laugh, already feeling your arousal pool between your legs at his words.

“Bit of both?” Eddie’s grip on you tightened momentarily, but then his expression softened again. “Guess I won’t have to look up for my Stargirl anymore.”

“No… she’s right here, and she won’t be going anywhere. At least not without you!”

“Good.” Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper. Then he kissed you with the same fervour he’d shown in that first kiss of the night, showing you just how much he’d missed you.

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Thank Damn you Henderson

Based on this list from my lovely @youreapipedream and it’s number 2

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Summary: Steve x Henderson!reader see each other at Family video all the time and they flirt but when you bring Dustin in he helps his best friend get your digits.

TW: cursing mainly, it’s pretty much just fluff! Some light mentions of Upside Down stuff but nothing crazy.

It’s kinda short but Steve is fuckin adorable and a clumsy goofball in this. I tried to go for a GN reader but if there are female pronouns I’m sorry!!

“It’s fine Robin, just go home. I think I can handle the last 4 customers we’re gonna see.”

Steve shuffled Robin out the door, she wasn’t feeling good and he didn’t want to get sick. It was a super slow day, plus it was raining outside. Family Video was not the place to be in Hawkins tonight. A few hours passed and two people had come and gone, so he just needed two more to be exactly right about his prediction when the door opened.

“Yes!” He mumbled to himself, just one to go; but he immediately forgot about that when you could be seen just above the aisles looking for something.

“Hey! Y/N right?” Steve hopped over the counter stumbled a bit, causing a small laugh from you.

“Yeah! What’s up Steve?” You flashed the famous Henderson smile, but yours was with all the teeth. You found it funny that he hadn’t put together that you were Dustin’s sibling. Sure Dusty never talked about anything other than the Upside Down or his long distance girlfriend, but you’d think he’d tell his best friend about you.

“Living the dream…not mine but somebody’s.” He smiled at the soft cackle that came from you at his comment. He loved making you laugh, just hearing it made his whole week. Looking over the comedies Steve grabbed ‘Airplane’.

“Definitely this one today. It’s super funny, if you haven’t seen it yet.”

You grabbed the movie from his hand and your fingers touched. He blushed, you blushed and that’s how it was for you two for a few months. You’d come in, flirt and he’d recommend a movie. Regardless of if you had seen it or not you’d rent it and come back with a fresh review. Dustin told you he’d been all dreamy eyed about someone but you didn’t know who. I mean it’s Steve fucking Harrington. He may have lost his “king” title but he could still make anyone swoon. Plus, some of the things he’d done in the upside down made you really fall for him; based on what Dustin told you.

Dusty Bun never let you go with them. He made you promise to stay as far away from all of it as you could. Originally you protested, I mean he is your little brother, but after Billy died you realized how much he needed someone who wasn’t involved in all of it. He needed to come to you and just cry and take shelter in you from all the scary things. God you loved him and he was brave as shit but he was just a kid. You’d been thinking about it a lot lately and decided to take him to get some playing time at an arcade in Indianapolis, then a movie and some pizza. He was still gushing about some awesome game that he loved while you two walked into family video.

“Then when the other ships come out you get to BLAST THE—STEVE! What’s up my man!”

Immediately distracted by his adoptive father, Dustin rushed to the counter. You laughed as the gorgeous head of hair looked between you and Dustin.

“Wait….YOU’RE A HENDERSON?”

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh either. You two kept it pretty under wraps but it was always funny when someone found out.

“Dusty, check on your dad. I’m gonna go find us a movie, horror right?”

He nodded and gave his special wide smile. You kissed his head and looked up and down the aisles for something good.

Steve dropped his voice really low. “Dude that’s the one I’ve been fuckin—I didn’t know you even had siblings what the fuck!”

“Ohhhh you’re trying to become my brother in law huh??” Dustin raised his eyebrows and Steve smacked him.

“Shit I mean I don’t know. I just…it so easy to talk with Y/N and I-“

Dustin cut him off and shouted to you.

“Steve is coming over for the movie tonight!”

“Damn you Henderson I swear to God I’m gonna feed you to a demigorgon”

You shouted over the aisles “okay! I think I found a good movie!” Walking back up with ‘The exorcist’ you smiled and grabbed a pen and paper from your backpack.

“Here. Just call me when you’re done so I know when to expect you.” Steve blushed at the thought of getting your number but he already had it because it’s the same as Dustin’s.

“Yeah I..I know the number. I kinda have it memorized cuz of the butthead over here.”

“Hey!”

“Well…you can call and ask for me if you want…sometime…”

Holy shit what. You wanted to talk to him outside of Family video?? Fuck yes!!

“Yeah?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah”

“Yeah! Okay! Yeah! Awesome! Cool! Yeah! I’m gonna go back to…yeah!” He was making a fool of himself and even Dustin smacked his hand to his forehead. You chuckled and gave a small kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“We will see you tonight okay?”

“Okay!” He’d all but melted at the kiss. Dustin went to say something and he stopped him before he could.

“Shut it Henderson.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and headed to the door as you rented the movie. On the way out he shouted at Steve,

“You’re WELCOME!”

Steve murmured to himself. “Thank God for you Dustin.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve x y/n #steve x you #eddie stranger things #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #Henderson and Harrington #steve the hair harrington

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badwolfweightloss-blog · 1 year

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4-1

OK, its been a hot minute.

I went to disney. It was super fun. I ended up doing really well in the beginning before the family got there. I proved to myself that I can do this. Truth be told, I was not feeling deprived at all. Then the family came and all bets were off. I kept ordering luxurious meals, steaks, full apps and deserts, and the drinking started again.

Then, I came home, and instead of pulling my shit together, I took an entire month off, binging and drinking when I felt like it, because - why not?

What on Earth is the matter with me? Why do I do this self sabatoge to myself? It always follows a time when I am allowed to be off of my programs. I remember after losing a ton of weight, I ended up going to burger king because I really wanted to try that bbq sauce chicken sandwich they were pushing. It flipped the switch, and over the year that followed I gained it all back and more. Same story every single time I come back from vacation. This time in particular, I felt so angry and resentful that I had to come back home and continue life in the frozen tundra that is NY during March - I was completely unmotivated, had no interest in shopping or planning or cooking, or cleaning. It is April 1st and I still have not run any of my laundry. It is all piled up in my room and the laundry room. I don't know what's clean, dirty, ect. I'm having trouble finding clean underwear. I'm rewearing dirty stuff. This is what I have found myself doing - is it depression? A complete protest of living the way i have to live? A deep regret of the life choices i have made? All of that is amplified when I come back from vacation and see this life with fresh eyes, and juxtaposed with vacations, it sucks. Then, I play the same feelins and thoughts out over my chosen drug. Rinse, dry, repeat.

Anyway, Its April 1 - 1 month of that crap is done. I'm back. I logged my english muffin, egg, and cheese. I have preplanned lunch (out for lunch today for Dad's birthday.) But the thing i did that really triggered me back was ... I won a raffle for Orange Theory Fitness, and I took my first class yesterday. It was VERY scary and i almost walked out, but I stuck with it with much coaching, and I didn't die. I actually felt really good and my body isn't as sore as I anticipated today. I burned 520 calories. Amazing! I signed up for the same coach for tomorrow morning, which means I am not drinking tonight with my friends, even though they are coming over.

I also want to cook the ham my parents gave me - maybe I'll do that tonight and then I can give it away. I want to get a vegetable platter to munch on. Yesterday, I was munchie at my friends house, but couldn't stop with the cheese and the nuts. That was the 520 calories+ right there. GRRR. That's ok, its all new and I have a good feeling about this.

Additionally, I am planning to do some other fitness stuff too. I can't do OTF every day - well, I guess I can the first month, but next month I am signing up for the 4x a month plan, so I will have to suppliment my exercise program with some other stuff. Plus - you know, variety. So I'm thinking walking outside is great with the peleton coaches. They do fun 80s and disney walks so I will do one of those a week. Then I need two more fitness things that are fun and engaging to put into my schedule. That would be 4x a week. Plus I will push myself outside during work for walks to get moving. Its just not healthy to be sitting in front of the laptop for 8+ hours a day.

Also, gotta start planning meals again. Lets go easy - I need to be able to start small with all of this, or i won't see any improvements.

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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What are your favorite established relationship jk fics? Can u recommend me? ❤️ Maybe husband or dad jk too haha

🌷 Hello! Sharing fics that are memorable to me. Hope it satisfies your Jungkook needs 😉.

Please note that the fics are NOT mine. Please show these authors love by reblogging their fics, giving them feedback, and engaging in any positive interaction you can think of! 🥰

Established Relationship | Jungkook

@angelguk ’s drabbles + scenarios

Jock!jk drabble series

On My Mind

Breakfast in Bed

In Your Arms Tonight - the one where he has a thing for you in his clothes).

She also has a dad!jk drabbles (just Jungkook with his daughter)

@kpopfanfictrash sequels or drabbles - read the original fic first

The Art of More Sequel + drabbles - L is for Lunacy + The Party + S if for Sexy - ^

Over the Edge - sequel to Ruin the Friendship

The Next - Dad!JK + pregnant reader

Taming of the Flu - sick OC

Click

Together (boyfriend series) @httpjeon - collection of their “firsts”

And a Hard Place drabbles (ongoing) @minloop - angsty, idol!au

Appetence @jiminimoon - idol!au, imagine boyfriend!jungkook dancing for you

Aurora @/mintseesaw - secret love affair, princess!reader, general jungkook, historical au (I really love this)

Bare Necessities @gguksgalaxy - Disneyland date

Bicker @littlemisskookie - sequel to Banter; Superhero AU

Bounce @jeonsweetpea - workout session 😉

A Call + All Mine @follovvthelight - idol!jungkook, secret relationship, OC gets hit on by others because they thought she is single, fluffy smut but real relationship talk

Come & Come Again @/jjungkookislife - drabbles based on real time jungkook (Not Today!JK & Blue-haired Drummer JK)

Doxology @dark-muse-iris - pwp in a church (sorry 🙈)

Dungeons and Dick @jungkookiebus - OC killed his character lol (cute)

Edacity @jjungkooksthighs - college au, jungkook making food 😋 (I actually read this on AO3 and was checking my bookmarks when I remember this)

Empty Stalls @bts-bookstore - boyfriend au, pwp, public place

Everything’s Alright + Sweet Saturdays @guklore - quarterback!jungkook who is so sweet and reassuring. Plus, the use of the sappy Still Into You by Paramore as a ringtone is a big plus 😂 Let’s not mention whipped cream slight smut 🤤

Falling @starshapedkookie - about two soulmate-less people in an established relationship (angst)

First Love, Last Love drabbles @floralseokjin - long-term relationship

Game Over @joonsgalore - tattooed gamer boyfriend kook

GCGUK and IDCILH @bubmyg - youtuber!au

GCGUK - drabble series. a nonchronological series of adventures of the most sickeningly in love vlogger on the platform.

idcilh (these have been done before but I don’t care I love her) - a series on gcguk in which jeongguk tackles old, cheesy YouTube couple challenges [4/?]

Getting Railed @dearlytea - omg this is just pure pwp but boyfriend!jk

Good Day @ilikemesometaetaes - calling in sick just to do smutty stuff 😅

Good Girl series @bonny-kookoo

Historic Moments @moyochu - drabble. college professors in a secret relationship

Hearts on Fire by @winetae - dragon!jk

Through the Flames (and into the Lava) | Third Degree Burn

Honeycomb @joonbird - one year anniversary (ahhh this is 🔥 and cute)

Hotel Nights @ikonrobert - more of a drabble but this is just sweet and soft 🥰

In Your Heart drabble series @sweetaesuga - fratboy, ex-fuckboy, friends to lovers (this is the couple from In Your Eyes so you have to read the one shot first. I personally like the drabble series more than the one shot; it’s fun to see their relationship in action)

Laundry Fairy @bulletproofbirdy - domestic!koo doing chores and laundry #idealman #perfectman

Lifeline @mygsii - shifter au, witch au, supernatural au, established relationship (I really love this it’s such a comfort fic)

Little Mouse (ongoing) by @jjungkookislife - Fratboy AU

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 | Christmas Special | Valentine’s Day |Spin the Bottle

Little Swan @jimidol - prince!jk

Loved by You drabble series by @underthejoon - on ao3

Mask + Unveil @dulcetvk - I received an ask about this and this is a favorite among readers because I also see others looking for this from time to time. Established Rel that gets threatened by the presence of Jungkook’s evil (joke) bestfriend

Mix-tape @moon-write - ah this is wonderful! It’s a love letter from Jungkook through a mixtape 😭

Moonflower @bangtanpromptsfics - 3am date; adulting. a cute drabble

Nasty @jeonsweetheart - drabbles; actually best to check author’s drabbles based on Ari’s songs. They are really good (and right kind of smutty fluffy)

Netflix & Chill series @1kook - relationship journey of JK and OC who met on a blind date

Nochu Unsolved @minflix (deactivated but linking the AO3) - tattooed, cryptid hunting, comedy

Of Games & Sex @youremypride - gamer au, boyfriend, hilarious comparison to gaming consoles

Open When drabbles (ongoing) @iluv-hobi - Idol!jungkook created letters for OC and she can only open when ____

Possession @bngtanah - angst, jungkook is a bit of a jerk

Press Start @softyoongiionly - they have other boyfriend!jungkook fics like Talk to Me in Korean and Banana Pancake (so please go to their masterlist)

Protection @blkjmn - thunderstorms x bf!koo to distract

Puffs and Touches by @/mintseesaw - a cute and hot drabble

Plot Hole @feliix - it’s 1.6k words so it’s a quick read but so funny that suddenly turns hot?

Quiet, Baby @bratkook - pwp, smutty teasing on the train 🥵

Ripped Jeans @kookiesjoonies - idol!au x seeing him in ripped jeans 🥵

Ruin the Dress...Shirt @fortunexkookie - new relationship

Sex Education 2.0 @extravaguk - sequel; asked best friend’s brother JK to teach her about sex

Stay Quiet @hobidreams - college au, public place -library (I forgot to add this gem!)

Soft Nights @softguks - stressed Jungkook and OC comforting him drabble

Stay With Me @svenotes - I got this ask about fics where “pretty girl” is used as an endearment and coincidentally I was reading this on AO3. This is just sweet =)

Swinging by a Fine Line @mimikookie - spiderman jungkook and girlfriend!reader, action, slice of life (this is great because it’s something different)

Take Your Time @marginalmadness - oh how I love this how it starts out mysterious “what is kook doing?!?!” and OC here is just tired after a stressful day at work and My Time Jungkook (well in my mind) is here to make it all better

Theory of Power by @untaemedqueen - hello, taekwondo kook? Jealous kook?

Twister @lolethlovesbangtan - a game of twister that turned smutty

Ultimatum @wonhopeswitch-blog - this is just funny! bf!jk insisting he’s Spiderman during smut

Wherever You Are @suhdays - ugh vampire ceo Jungkook being all cheesy sweet drabble *swoons*

Wildflowers and Sunlight @promisesox - royalty au, prince!jungkook x enchanted reader, jungkook will eventually leave the enchanted place

Wildflowers @koyamuses - fantasy, romance, faerie au

Husband AU | Jungkook

Bunny Do @/softyoongionly - domestic life in a cottage and some fluffy goodness

Black Card @minsprings - crazy rich asians, ceo

Concealed Weapon @gimmesumguga - this is just the hottest mafia? assassin? Koo

Contentment by @btsqualityy - not really married but they’re mated; talks about being content/secure in a relationship and using the werewolf au as context;

Desperate Housewife @kimnjss - lol jealous husband Koo of hot trainer Taehyung

Fierce and Delicate + Felicity by @/mintseesaw - rich!OC

Granite Glow + Pretty Thoughts @namjoonchronicles - also a comfort fic (they have a masterlist of domestic jungkook aus)

Grain of Sand @jungkookiebus - blind!jungkook, slice of life, this is really great (I added it to the fic recs based on request for members-with-disability and I am grateful for fics that tackle such scenarios)

It’s Enough @/dark-muse-iris - 😥 themes of poverty

Jaded by chasinghorizons (ao3) - a good angst with happy ending

JORTS + Back and Forth + The SPEEDO @gukslut (also read Every Kind of Way)

Mon amour @/angelguk

PITTER-PATTER OF THE HEART drabbles @koorara - just tooth-rotting goodness. Newlywed domestic moments of professor Jungkook and wifey

Put Your Head on my Shoulder @/koorara - brought husband to hometown

Rain by nijoon (ao3) - angst tw: infidelity but it ends well

Stress Relief @/hobidreams - I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr; argument x smutty making up session

Snowy Hills @kooks3uphoria - Surgeon!Jungkook x Surgeon!reader + accident (angst)

Sweet Talk @/bts-bookstore - ceo au (both of them), originally trophy wife and jungkook helped her get out of that situation, just domestic bliss

Too Close by @cutechim - boxer, husband Jungkook and dilf!koo in the drabbles

Dad in Established Relationship | Jungkook

These are all dad!jk in an established relationship; I didn’t include fics with singledad!jk like Rattled by gukslut or accidental pregnancy/expecting parents fics.

Dilf Kook Drabbles @himbojk (author deactivated)

Dilf!Drabbles @taesinferno

Interruption by @/untaemedqueen - haha poor Koo

I Lost our Baby drabble + prequel @lamourche (cute!)

Knockout @gamerguk - boxer au, sub!jk, they have a 3-yr old, pwp

Young One @bts-reveries - photographer dad!jk, social media au

Wishing for You @kookiestarlight - new, not a dad yet but they’re trying (part of my reading list!)

🌷 There was an ask for dilf!jk and Single Dad Jungkook so you may check the links too.

Posted: 2021 Feb 05 | Updated: 2021 Mar 21

Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

Ficswithluv actually had an Established Relationship category few weeks ago! Please check the list too

#🌷chats #ggukkierecommends #ggukkiereadingcollection #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook established relationship #asks #seagulljk #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fic recs #Jungkook husband au #Jungkook boyfriend au

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 24

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys have decided to grant you your space, but they can only wait so long.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of drug dealing, angry Jungkook curses (and calls someone a wh*re)

Jin walked around his casino, inspecting the area. Some players cast him glances, seeing the handsome suited male walked around with two guards and the casino manager in tow. Jin was extremely meticulous when it came to his places of business.

“Clear this row. The machines look horrible. Order new ones.” Jin ordered. The manager nodded, opening his file to take note.

“How’s the bar business?” Jin asked.

“It is going very well, sir. Along with the new menu for the restaurant that you put in. We have patrons ordering finger foods.” The manager reported. Jin nodded his head in approval.

“Sir, there have been some new business prepositions for you. From different suppliers.”

“Prepare them in my private booth at the restaurant. I’ll go through them as a eat. Ask the bar to fix my drink too.” Jin gave a backwards wave as he headed to his office first. He stopped the guards just before the first coded door. After he punched the code in, he pushed open the glass door and headed in. There was another coded door to get through before he opened the double doors that led to his office.

RINGGGGG

“Hmm?” He pressed the speaker button.

“Hyung! S-She... (y/n)... She...”

“Jungkook, calm down and tell me what’s going on. This is about (y/n)? What’s wrong? I thought Taehyung was visiting her today.” Jin frowned, wondering what the maknae was freaking out about.

“SHE’S GONE!”

“Gone? As in, kidnapped again?” Jin went closer to his phone.

“No. Taehyung hyung came back from the hospital, he was a mess. Then he said something about the room being empty, her leaving her bracelet behind. He checked with the nurses, who said she woke up this morning and checked out right away.”

“I see...” Jin didn’t really know what to say.

“She left us!”

“Jungkook, calm down. Get a grip. I’m coming home now.” Jin said and hung up, He sighed, gathering his things and heading out.

“I’m going home. Put a hold on everything first.” Jin told the manager, not explaining much as he called for his driver. The car pulled up and Jin got in. he texted the other older ones on the way home.

“Yoongi, Hoseok.” Jin exited his car just as the two came out. Yoongi chewed on his nail, he had been rather distressed since Hoseok dropped him off at his coastal hotel the other day. But he wouldn’t tell the others what had happened.

“Namjoon’s inside with the younger ones.” Hoseok informed. They entered the side wing this time. The other 4 members were seated there.

“Why did she leave...?” Jimin sighed.

“She won’t return to work so quickly, considering she just woke up from her coma. Plus, she still has things to collect here. She wouldn’t abandon Kookie too.” Namjoon said.

“Should we find her?” Taehyung jumped up.

“No. She obviously wants to be alone now. It’s traumatic, even for someone like her. What we are used to, not everyone is. Us going to her house now isn’t going to change anything. She needs space and we have to grant her that.” Yoongi spoke. Everyone knew what the older said was right. They knew where your apartment was, yet they knew they shouldn’t go.

“Then we just wait for her to come back and speak to us? What if she never wants to see us again?” Jungkook panicked.

“Even if she does, she still has a contract to honour with our family. She’ll have to come see Namjoon, at least, to nullify it. I know for a fact, that she’ll stick to that.” Jin said.

“I thought I could finally hold her.”

“That’s all we wanted as well. But sometimes, things just don’t go our way.” Namjoon tried his best to comfort the maknaes.

“I have some important business to attend to. I’ll be back tonight.” Hoseok said and left immediately. Yoongi stood up as well, heading to his office here, slamming the door shut. He needed to see you, there were so many things he needed to ask you.

“Please, take a seat.” Yoongi gulped as he closed the office doors behind him. The visitor nodded, taking a seat on one of the couches. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs before sitting opposite him.

“What can I do for you... hyung?” He asked.

“I know everything, Yoongi.”

“W-What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Your friend, the lady doctor, she came to see me the other day. She offered to be my doctor and surgeon.” Geumjae explained. Yoongi was speechless, not really knowing how to react.

“Of course, I said no. And she respected that, surprisingly. Everyone else was pushing me to get the surgery since it gives me another ‘chance at life’ but I didn’t want to go through all of that. Then, she told me something.”

“What did she say...?” Yoongi asked cautiously.

“She told me just how much of our father’s burden you’re carrying, even after his death. How much you’re living with the guilt of everything that he caused and how you have taken all the blame on yourself. She made me realise how even though the past hurts, living my life, hating someone who’s not even at fault, isn’t worth it.” He sighed.

“Oh...” Was all Yoongi could say.

“Yoongi, as much as I hated our father, I knew it was wrong of me to blame you. You’re not him. I just... what he did to my mum, I needed someone to blame. Even after his death.” Geumjae sighed.

“It’s okay. I knew whatever dad did... I can never undo it.” Yoongi looked away.

“But that’s the thing, my omma and I shouldn’t have expected you to undo it. You never needed to and yet, we made you feel like it was your duty to.” Geumjae said.

“Before her death, she stopped blaming you and your mum, knowing that it was never any of your faults to begin with. There was no point blaming a child and mother who was kept in the dark just as much as we were.” He continued. Yoongi nodded his head.

“We were all just disposable in dad’s eyes. He never cared about us at all.” Yoongi spoke, it was the truth.

“You’re all I have left, Yoongi.” Geumjae looked at Yoongi.

“You too, hyung. All I ever wanted was just to have you as an older brother, I hated it when dad spoke about you like you were nothing, when he blamed you when he caught us playing together.” Yoongi’s voice grew soft.

“When I knew you were ill, I tried to get (y/n) to do the surgery. I didn’t care if you hated me. I just wanted you alive.” Yoongi revealed.

“Yoongi...”

“That’s why I went to see you. That’s why I told you, if you want me to never find you again, you have to go for the surgery. Because I knew that would be the only way to make you do it.” He wiped a tear.

“There’s a lot of missed time to make up for. I’ll do the surgery.” Geumjae reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand.

“Y-You will?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Only if Dr (y/n) does it.” Geumjae stated. Yoongi nodded his head. The two brothers stood up, hugging each other.

“Will you ever forgive me, Yoongi?” Geumjae asked.

“I have never once blamed you to begin with, hyung.” Yoongi replied, his words muffled by his brother’s shoulder slightly. That’s why Yoongi needed to find you first and didn’t even mention any of this to the other boys. He wanted you to be the first person to know how he made up with his brother and how it was all thanks to you.

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he looked out the window. He swirled the ice cube around the whiskey glass before taking a sip. His shoulder ached, he knew he was over working it too quickly.

“Hyung?” He turned around to see Jimin there.

“Jin hyung said to give this to you.” He handed the older a small ziploc bag with some pills inside. It was probably painkillers for his shoulder. Even now, Jin was still the only one that had the key access to your medicine cabinet.

“Thanks.” He popped the pills into his mouth, gulping it down with his whiskey. If you were there, you would have scolded him.

“How’s Tae?” Yoongi asked after a short silence.

“He’s doing better. It was just the initial shock... You know like what happened with his noona. But he calmed down, Namjoon hyung took him to DNA to do some housekeeping.” Jimin informed. Yoongi nodded.

“Good.” The older sighed. Jimin left the office, going back to his dojo to train, just to get his own anxieties out of his system. Namjoon drove this time, casting glances to Taehyung every now and then. Taehyung just stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes.

“You know, the last time I bought flowers for someone... I found my dad beating my noona to death.” Taehyung suddenly spoke.

“Taehyung-”

“Today, I bought flowers for the girl I love, only to find that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. Just took off and left.” Taehyung sighed. Namjoon didn’t reply, just letting Taehyung be.

“Are you sure you can work, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course. Sorry.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Namjoon didn’t mean that rudely, he just wanted to snap Taehyung out of it.

“We’re here.” Namjoon stopped the car and parked. The doors were opened for them by the guards of DNA. They bowed as the two entered. Namjoon and Taehyung went upstairs to where the 7′s shared office was. They sat inside, going through all the paperwork they have missed. With Taehyung around, Namjoon didn’t have to do it all alone.

“I thought we were housekeeping. I brought my favourite bat for nothing.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Namjoon chuckled at the disappointment evident in the younger’s voice.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your action. Our men told me that there has been quite a drug problem here.” Namjoon informed.

“Not by our dealers?” Taehyung grew surprised. Unauthorised dealing of drugs in Bangtan territory wasn’t common since Bangtan has its own dealers. The boys were always controlling what drug gets dealt with and how much of it.

“Do they know the culprit?” Taehyung asked.

“We’ll catch him ourselves. Tonight.” Namjoon smirked. Taehyung grew excited, it had been a while since they’ve caught someone themselves.

When night fell, Namjoon and Taehyung left their office. Taehyung slung his bat over his shoulder, the splintered wood a contrast from his stark, dark green suit. The two stood on the VIP balcony, sipping their drinks quietly as they observed the club being filled.

“I think we’ve found our dealer.” Namjoon said, swirling his drink in his crystal glass. Taehyung followed his leader’s line of sight, a smile slowly growing on his face as they emptied their glasses and walked out of the booth.

Jungkook had left after the older ones spoke of the plan to not seek you out, he returned to his fighting ring since there was a high staked, big fight tonight.

“Mr Jeon.” The workers bowed. Jungkook ignored them, straightening his jacket.

“Get me a drink.” He said as he walked up to his regular, protected booth. Entering, he removed his jacket and sat on the plush couch. He leaned back comfortably, crossing his legs.

“Sir.” His attendant bowed deeply, placing Jungkook’s usual drink order over a napkin on his side table. Jungkook shooed him away and he scurried away.

“Hmm...” Jungkook looked at the iPad, scanning through the fighters that would be sparring today. He clicked on a specific fighter’s profile and immediately bet 10 million won. All he had to do now was sit back, relax and watch his pet win. Jungkook wasn’t an impulsive gambler but he was a confident one, ‘don’t put all your eggs into one basket’ didn’t apply to him.

“Jungkookie.” A female’s voice entered the VIP area where he was sitting. Jungkook ignored her, eyes trained on the people coming in and placing their bets for the fight.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She had the audacity to sit down beside him. Jungkook took a sip of his drink.

“Who let you in?” He asked, not even looking at her.

“I told them I’m with you and they let me in.” She giggled. Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up and headed to the door. Grabbing the guard by the back of his collar, Jungkook dragged him in, throwing him to the ground.

“So you just let anyone in now?” Jungkook hovered over him.

“N-No, sir! I’m sorry! She told me she was with you and I know that a girl is usually with you-”

“Don’t you dare compare her to that wh*re over there.” Jungkook cut him off with a menacing hiss. The guard shut his mouth, pursing his lips.

“You’re fired. Get out of my sight and take the wh*re with you, since you like to listen to her so much.” Jungkook growled. His patience was already running thin from the events earlier today and he wasn’t about to let someone else test it again at his own place of business.

“Jungkook, don’t you think-” Jungkook, gaze still trained on the guard in front of him, took his gun out and pointed it at her. She screamed and ducked behind the couch.

“Get out!” Jungkook roared and the two ran out as quickly as they could.

“Unless you see a member of Bangtan, no one is to be let into MY booth. You understand me?!” Jungkook shouted at the other guard, who jumped in fear, saluting and nodding his head. Jungkook slammed the door.

“F*ckers trying to test me.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and dropped back down onto the couch.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Jungkook looked through the glass to see his fighter standing there with his manager and the ringmaster. Giving a nod of approval, he waved for them to enter. The fighter and his manager walked behind the ringmaster. Seeing him bow to Jungkook, the two bowed respectfully. Jungkook stood up, going to the fighter. He scanned his figure.

“Mr Jeon.” The fighter bowed. Jungkook smiled.

“You have a lot of potential. I’ve got my money on you tonight.” Jungkook faked kindness. The manager’s eyes widened.

“Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr Jeon! We- I mean, he won’t let you down!” They bowed again. Jungkook hummed with a nod, patting the fighter’s shoulder encouragingly.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve seen you train so I know you won’t let me down.” Jungkook chuckled, sitting back down.

“Have a great fight. I’ll be watching.” Jungkook waved. The fighter looked out the viewing glass that faced the ring. He visibly gulped and nodded his head.

“Thank you again, Mr Jeon.” The manager bowed and guided his fighter out. The ringmaster stayed behind.

“After the fight, we’ll keep the kid. However, not a big fan of the manager...” Jungkook smirked. That’s all Jungkook needed to say for the ringmaster to understand what he meant. The ringmaster nodded and bowed deeply before exiting the room.

You sighed, stretching your fingers.

“Great work, everyone.” You nodded to everyone in the surgical suite. The nurses and other attending doctors bowed to you. You walked out the double doors, pulling your soiled scrubs off and tossing them into the bin.

“Good job. As always.” Your mother was there, waiting for you at the exit.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. You can only imagine how happy your mother was when you told her that you would be working here temporarily. There were some skills that you needed brushing up on and honestly, you wanted to avoid 7 people for a while.

“I’m gonna take a break.” You walked away from your mother, heading to the stairwell. You entered the rooftop of the hospital.

“You’re such a coward. You know that?” You shook your head at yourself. Sitting on the only bench there, you tucked your hands into the pocket of your coat.

A few days ago, you had sent a message to Namjoon, asking for time off and that you will contact him shortly regarding you contract with the family. You didn’t even wait for his reply before blocking him.

“You look like you need a hot chocolate.” A new voice appeared. You stiffened slightly, turning around.

“Found ya.” He smirked.

“I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I knew one of you were bound to come and seek me out. Although, I can’t say I expected you to be the first one.” You chuckled. He held out a cup of hot chocolate and you received it. You opened the lid, watching the steam escape for a few seconds before taking a sip. The sweet beverage comforted you.

“You’ve cut your hair.” He pointed out. You nodded, reaching up to touch your now slightly short hair that ended just above your shoulders. You wanted a change and this was the best you could do.

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting on the bench beside you.

“Surviving.” You shrugged.

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced by your vague answer.

“I shot someone, I killed him. I’ll forever live with the guilt of his blood on my hands but do I regret it? No. It needed to happen.” You sighed.

“We know there was a boy that helped you escape. We found his body in the room and gave him a burial, it’s only right.” He took a slip of paper out of his wallet, handing it to you.

“He’s there.” He informed. You looked at the address and number on the paper, nodding with a hum before putting it in your pocket.

“Are you done with work for the day?” He asked.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving with you. I asked for an indefinite time of leave. That means I want to be away from all of you.” You snorted.

“We don’t have to leave. We can stay right here. But now that I think about it, I’m sure I’m the only one in the family that hasn’t told you how I joined Bangtan.” He looked at the city skyline before him, a small smile on his face. You blinked, turning your head to look at his side profile.

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tom-holland-parker · 3 years

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Lets get Married

Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word count: 2911

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Note: If you’ve never heard Lets get married by bleachers you are missing out.

Taking a bunch of 17/18 year olds to vegas probably wasn't the best idea. Between Flash's constant suggestions on going to a strip club and being stuck on a crowded bus in 90 degree weather, it was already turning out to be terrible.

"Well someone doesn't look too happy" Peter joked as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel a headache forming in your head and the heat was only making things worse. "If Flash doesn't stop talking I'm going to stab him" you groaned trying to block out his loud voice.

Peter chuckled, giving you a kiss on your forehead, "sorry to burst your bubble but it's my job as Spiderman to make sure you don't do that"

You rolled your eyes, "but it's your job as Peter AKA my boyfriend to let me get away with it"

"You do realize you're joking about murder" Mj interrupt as she poked her head above her seat in front of you. "I know you're thinking the same thing Mj". She shrugged before returning to the book.

"I’m very glad we finally got a peaceful field trip I don’t think I can handle another Europe or Washington" You joked looking up at Peter. He chuckled, “Don’t jinx it. I don’t want any sort of trouble to happen”

"Well we could always cause some trouble" you smirked, "I've been researching some casinos"

"Since when do you know how to gamble" He laughed. "I'm Tony Stark's daughter doing risky stuff is in my blood. Plus my dad left me with his credit card" you opened your wallet showing Peter the shiny black amex that was tucked in the pocket.

“I don’t know about this,” He said nervously. You scoffed, “You’re telling me that I made all of us get fake IDs and you’re not even going to let me gamble”

Peter rolled his eyes, remembering the exact day you were talking about. It was almost a month ago when you tricked him and your friends into taking photos that they thought were for the yearbook but turned out to be fake IDs that you needed to get into a party. “I never wanted that fake ID”

“Yeah but you’re beautiful girlfriend got you one anyway” You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his neck, “Please baby let have some fun. You know what they say What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”

"If you guys are planning on sneaking out, count me in" Mj interrupted, not bothering to wait for a reply before ducking her head back over the seat.

Peter sighed as he shook his head, "Fine but only because Ned has been studying the art of poker for weeks". He pointed to the row next to you where Ned sat reading The Poker Players Bible

“He’s learning poker from a book?” You shook your head in amusement, “He’s gonna lose”

Peter chuckled, “Have some faith in him. I think he’d make an excellent poker player”. You rolled your eyes, glancing at Ned again before looking back at Peter.

"Wanna make a bet?" You smirked sitting up from your slouched position. Peter smiled and nodded. "We'll let Ned play three games of poker. If he wins at least twice I'll do whatever you want but is he loses twice then you have to do whatever I want"

He hesitated trying to figure out whether or not you were joking. He rolled his eyes when he realized you were serious, "deal". He shook your hand, "I need to talk to Ned''. You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones as Peter got up and walked to the row besides you.

You didn't notice but Peter had been nervous ever since the plane had landed in Vegas. He knew you'd always wanted to come here and he wanted to make your first trip here a memorable one. "Hey Ned" he whispered, glancing towards you to make sure you weren't paying attention, "I need your help"

"I thought you said you wouldn't have to do Spiderman things on this trip" he replied in a worried tone.

Peter shook his head, "no it's not that" he reassured, "Y/N and Mj are going to come with us tonight to the Casino, but I've made a bet with Y/N and I need you to win two of three poker games tonight"

Ned smiled, "don't worry I've got this I spent the whole plane ride playing in small online competitions and I've won a few games so I'm pretty much a pro"

"great" Peter chuckled nervously, "I'm just nervous. I still don't know what I'm going to do to make this trip memorable for her" he glanced at you watching as you stared out the window.

"Why don't you just cross out number 4 on her bucket list" Ned said as he looked at his book again.

"What are you talking about?" Peter questioned. Ned sighed putting down his book again, "do you remember last summer when we all hung out at her place and she stole a bottle of her dads tequila and she started talking about her bucket list"

Peter nodded waiting for Ned to explain, "well number 4 was get married in Vegas even if it's just a joke"

A burst of laughter exploded from Peter, "are you insane? I can't do that. Her father will kill me" he whispered trying to avoid the strange looks he was getting from his sudden outburst.

"Oh come on I'm sure he'll find it funny" Ned smiled.

Peter nodded, “Ok yeah I’m gonna do it. I'm gonna marry her”. Ned chuckled, "Great. Now I need to study or else you’re going to lose this bet” He returned back to his book as Peter, who was now lost in his thoughts returned back to his seat, letting you rest your head on his shoulder for the rest of the bus ride.

///

“Ned if you don’t quiet down we’re going to get caught” You whispered as you and your friend piled out the hotel room. It was nearing 11 and all the teachers had forced the students to stay in the rooms for the rest of the night. “Your heels are making more noise than me” Ned joked as you all entered the elevator.

You rolled your eyes grabbing Peter wrist to look at the time on his watch, “Alright we all need to be back by 4:30”

To your surprise the casino wasn’t crowded, then again who is going to a casino on a Monday night. “Ok babe, me and Mj are gonna play craps. I'll leave Ned to practice before you lose this bet” You kissed his cheek before grabbing Mj’s hand and guiding her to the dice table.

“Don’t you think your father is going to question why there are charges to a Vegas casino on his credit card?” Mj asked as you took money out of the ATM. You shrugged, “That’s a problem for another day”. She chuckled as you moved to the table and placed your bets on the game. The dealer handed you your chips as well as the dice signaling to you that the game had started.

It was only an hour later when Peter met up with you and Mj. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you placed your betting chips in their spots, “Are you winning?” He whispered as you grabbed the dice from the table.

“I’ve done pretty good so far. I need a 7” You shook the dice in your hand before turning to him, “Kiss for good luck?”

He chuckled and gave you a quick kiss, watching as you threw the dice. He could sense your nervousness as the dice moved down the table hitting the wall before landing on the lucky number 7.

Everyone at the table shouted cheerfully, happy that they had won the round. You gather your chips from the dealer, “Alright Jerry it's been nice playing with you I hope to do it again sometime” you waved goodbye as you all walked to the poker table where Ned sat waiting for the group to join him before he started another game.

“Alright Ned three games I betting on two loses but Peter thinks differently” You teased as he rolled his eyes, “Prove me right”

If you were being honest you didn’t exactly know what was going on. You’d seen you father and the other avengers play poker before but they never let you in on the game so you hardly knew anything about it, but so far you could tell that you were losing the bet.

Ned was in the middle of the second game and according to Mj, who didn’t have a biased opinion on this bet, things were looking good for Peter. Ned had won the first game and it looked like he was going to win this one. You sighed in annoyance, hating that you had to admit you were wrong.

Peter smiled, wrapping his arms around you, “Don’t worry babe I think you’ll actually like that i have planned”. You rolled your eyes watching as Ned cheered clearly happy that he won the game. You sighed, “Ok what do you want”

“Give me 3 minutes. Stay here” He smiled, grabbing Mj’s arm, leaving you alone at the table with Ned.

“Ned what does he have planned?” You smirked hoping to wean out whatever Peter was going to do. He shook his head, “Y/N I love you but Peter’s my best friend and I can’t just give away the surprise” You rolled your eyes, turning around at watch as Peter talked to Mj.

“Please Mj” Peter begged, “I want to make this trip memorable and i'm only asking you because her father doesn’t know”

“You’re insane” her eyes widened at the thought of you and Peter getting married this young, “You guys are 18 do you seriously think getting married is the best idea”

“It’s been on her bucket list for years” He pointed out trying to justify his plans. “Please Mj if not for me then do it for the happiness of your best friend”

She took a deep breath, “Fine I will walk Y/N down the aisle”. Peter smiled pulling Mj into a tight hug. “You’re the best”

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“Guys I don’t appreciate surprises” You joked as Ned guided you through the crowded sidewalk. “Don’t worry we’re almost there” He reassured you. You sighed and kept walking as all your friends laughed.

You came to a sudden stop as Peter grabbed your hand, “Ok Ned you can uncover her eyes” he chuckled. Ned took his hands off your eyes stepping back as you looked around in confusion. Peter was on one knee with a nervous smile plastered on his face. “Y/N I love you”

“Peter what are you doing?” You looked up noticing the small chapel you all stood in front of, “Please don’t tell me-”

“I love you and I know this is on your bucket list so” he kissed you hand, “Will you marry me?”

You stood silent for a moment, shock taking over your body, “Peter-” His face dropping, thinking maybe this was completely ridiculous. You smiled through as sigh, “Yes I will marry you”

He stood up quickly, pulling you into a hug. “Alright well we better hurry because it’s already 3 and we need to be back at the hotel soon”

You nodded your head as everyone walked into the small chapel, “Hi I made an appointment online” Peter said nervously as you walked to the front desk hand in hand, Mj and Ned trailing close behind you.

“Peter?” The short lady said. He nodded, grabbing his ID and handing it to her. You did the same as she typed the information in the computer. “Ok boys you can go through there and stand at the altar, girls you can come with me”

She smiled guiding you and Mj into a separate room, “Ok so we have different dress and veil options for you to pick from but you don’t seem like an extremely flashy girl so I'm going to suggest the little white dress option”

She handed you a hanger that held a body con white dress with glitter details, it actually looked like something you had in your closet at home. You nodded your head moving to the dressing room to put in on. You locked the door behind you taking this time as a moment for you to take everything in. You were about to get married. Even if it was just a joke it was still a crazy thing to do. You weren’t nervous that you’d regret it, you loved Peter with all your heart, but you were nervous about everyone else's reactions. I can do this, You whispered to yourself putting the dress on before walking out the small room.

“Alright here goes nothing” You smiled nervously and you grabbed Mj’s arm. The song over the speaker began to play as you slowly walked down the aisle. Peter turned to look at you, shocked at how good you looked in all white, a color you rarely ever wore.

"Wow" he muttered as you stood in front of him, handing your bouquet of fake flowers to Mj as she stood behind you. "You look amazing" You smiled grabbing his hand.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Peter Benjamin Parker and Y/N Y/M/N Stark, in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife" the short lady read from the thin book in her hands. "Do you Peter Parker, take Y/N Stark to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Peter smiled, looking you in the eyes, "I do"

"Do you Y/N Stark take Peter Parker to be you lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part"

You nodded your head enthusiastically, "I do"

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now kiss the bride" the room filled the applause as you pulled Peter into a quick passionate kiss. Only pulling apart when you realized your empty fingers, "wait we don't have rings"

"Oh i got that covered" Ned said cheerfully as he pulled out two contained of rings, the ones you usually get from the quarter machines, "they were the only ones I could find on short notice"

"they're perfect Ned", you chuckled, pulling out the pink and purple rings, "Dibs on pink"

Peter rolled his eyes forcing the small ring onto his finger, "I don't think I'll ever be able to take this off" he joked

"That's the point of a wedding ring" you grabbed his hand, "you can't get rid of me that easily"

"Alright time for pictures and then certificate" the short lady appeared with a Polaroid Camera snapping pictures of you and Peter.

"Are you happy?" You looked up and smiled. "I'm married to my favorite girl in the whole world. Why wouldn't I be happy?" Peter smirked before giving you a quick kiss.

Time flew by so fast. After the certificate was signed, a bottle of champagne was popped leading you to get extremely tipsy. By the time you all got back to the hotel it was already 5. Peter carried you up the stair bridal style watching as you moved sleepily in his arms.

"What the hell" Flash said loudly startling everyone. You all turned around watching as Flash stood in the hallway in his bathrobe surrounded by two girls who definitely weren't students. "Go to bed Flash" you mumbled, cuddling further into Peter's arms.

"You guys snuck out?" He said in a shocked voice, "Oh I can't wait until you guys to get caught"

Mj chuckled opening the door to the hotel room you shared with her, "Flash do those girls know that you're 16" she lied. The girls gasped quickly walking away from the angered boy. He took a deep breath before stomping back into his room. "Gosh I hate that dude" Ned said as you all walked into the hotel room.

Peter placed you in bed, taking off your shoes before tucking you in, "I'll see you tomorrow morning Mrs. Parker"

You smile tiredly, "I love you Mr. Parker"

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"Well well well if it isn't the newly weds" Your father said angrily as you walked through the elevator doors. You kept your composure not wanting to give you and peter away

"What are you talking about?" You said through a smile

"Don't act dumb" you father said as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I'm the one who gave Peter the emergency credit card I can see everything he buys"

Your eyes widened, Peter took a deep breath, "Mr. Stark-"

"Im gonna give you ten seconds to run" Your father said as he threw down the paper.

"I'll talk to you later babe" Peter quickly kissed your cheek before rushing out the room. You father quickly trailing behind

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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The Farm

Damian Wayne x Jon Kent

Summary: just 2 boys in love but won’t admit it. I have the attention span of a butterfly so this is as close as I get to a slow burn lmao. I just think they are adorable and I headcanon Damian as demisexual. I did actually age them above 18 but this is sfw. Only a little kissing. There’s a bigot but he gets punched.

“I heard about the farm,” Damian said as they sat on a rooftop in New York. “Sorry.” They were drinking milkshakes after saving the city. Well Jon was as Damian had a vegan smoothie instead.

“Yeah, they foreclosed,” Jon said, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically stony. “Thanks. Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“You know I could help you.. financially. If you need,” Damian offered carefully. Jon shifted in his seat and took a drink of his shake.

“It’s not your job. I’ll figure out how to keep it. Don’t worry,” Jon said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats on vet school. Not that it’s a surprise. You were top of your class.”

“Oh thanks. But seriously, I have no problem writing a check right now, Jon,” Damian emphasized. Jon stared at him silently. It was so tempting to let Damian solve his problems but that wasn’t the Kent way.

“I don’t know,” Jon said shifting uncomfortably. Damian noted that it wasn’t a no.

“I will be going to school in Metropolis in the fall. The farm in Smallville is a lot closer to the university than my place in Gotham,” Damian said hoping to come off as casual. Apparently not as Jon almost fell off the roof in shock.

“Live- with me,” he asked, his eyebrows rose quickly.

“Oh, I suppose. Yes, that is what I would be proposing,” Damian answered. Jon looked at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat and softening the look on his face to more neutral. Damian definitely wasn’t meaning ‘moving in’ moving in. He was just being practical. He wasn’t in love with Jon the same way Jon was head over heels for Damian since he was like 13.

“It would be practical for us both,” he said and Jon relaxed. Yep, normal Damian not thinking of the social meaning of his words.

“I don’t have a butler,” Jon warned. “And I sometimes forget to do laundry or dishes.”

“Then I will make a chore chart,” Damian answered and Jon’s heart soared a little at the domestics of it all. Jon nodded with a grin.

“So when do I get my roommate?” Jon asked lightly. Or what he hoped was lightly. His farm was saved and Damian was moving in. He was surprised he wasn’t levitating yet.

“I need to sell my apartment first. And pack,” Damian contemplated. “Also I need to buy the farm. I’ll need 4 days.”

“4?!? I mean- that’s fine,” Jon answered. He began immediately imagining all the work he needed to do before Damian could move in. “You work fast.”

“Yes, money talks,” Damian answered as if it was normal for a 20 year old to say. Jon nodded and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

True to his words, a moving truck showed up 4 days later. Jon had cleaned and organized everything, even scrubbing the walls and sweeping the barn. The workers quickly set up everything in the spare room just as Damian arrived.

Damian arriving was a sight Jon would never forget. Damian wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up and a tan pair of dress pants over shiny black leather shoes as he carried in a large paper bag of produce. Damian had grown so much from the tiny 13 year old Jon had first known. He was now a full inch taller than Jon and probably 10 lbs heavier. It was funny since Jon was the one currently running around as Superman.

Damian sat his bag on the kitchen counter and wiped sweat from his brow. Jon was much more casually dressed in old blue jeans and a white t shirt with a rolled up and open red plaid button down over it. An old blue baseball cap was thrown over backwards on his head and little curls stuck out.

“You brought food. You know this is a farm, right?” Jon said with a smile. “We’re kinda known for having food.”

“I brought food to cook tonight,” Damian said trying to be casual. He had actually taken far too long deciding on the perfect food for him and Jon to eat their first night as roommates.

“Are you cooking for me?” Jon said with a pleased smile. The moving company was leaving and it was just the two of them.

“Yes, I thought it would be a good start,” Damian said formally. “No need to be so happy. It’s just dinner.”

“Of course,” Jon said trying to straighten his face. But how could he when Damian was living with him and cooking for him? Impossible task.

Damian busied himself in the small kitchen, looking in every drawer and cabinet. He noted that in the dying evening light, it perfectly captured the sunset. That was something that people paid huge amounts to even glimpse from their place in Gotham and Jon got a 360 view everyday.

“Well I have to feed the animals but I’ll be back soon. Do you need anything before I go?” Jon said in the doorway to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of rubber boots.

“Tt, you dare care for animals without me?” Damian said with a frown.

“Well I just thought- I mean you can- but you’re cooking,” Jon sputtered and Damian smiled.

“I’m playing with you. I’ll see them tomorrow. Otherwise the meal will be ruined,” Damian said. Jon laughed and shook his head as he left.

Damian looked at the photos that lined the hallway, smiling as he saw pictures of Jon as a child. Jon holding a fish he caught. Jon swinging a baseball bat. Jon holding up one end of a tractor. Right above it was a young Clark Kent doing the same. Damian shook his head with a little smile. He would never admit it but he was head over heels for Jon. Had been for a few years now.

“That’s the first time I lifted a tractor,” Jon said beside him. “Dad was so proud.”

“I imagine,” Damian answered. Clark was such a sore subject for Jon. His father had only been presumed dead the year before. Jon took it hard. He didn’t speak but watched Jon from the corner of his eyes.

“He never wanted to force me to be Superboy. I practically begged him. He was scared it was too dangerous,” Jon said with a sad smile. They both walked in the kitchen and Damian finished the food. Damian brought it to the table just as Jon shyly brought out a bottle of wine.

“Mr Kent, where did you get that?” Damian said with a little smile.

“Actually there’s an entire wine cellar full of the good stuff. Your father is quite fond of giving wine as a gift and Dad never liked to drink. So he stored it here,” Jon said pulling out a wine opener. “I thought we could drink it for him.”

“That’s very illegal,” Damian said expertly opening the bottle. “We’re both technically underage.”

“Anything is legal with enough money,” Jon said with a little grin and Damian laughed.

I’m an awful influence,” Damian replied. They spend the rest of the night eating and drinking wine before both crashing in their separate rooms in the early morning.

Jon crawled out of bed only a few hours later to feed the animals and get started on his day. He thanked his Kryptonian DNA for the lack of hang over he worried Damian would have. He crept quietly past his roommate’s door on his way out.

Jon returned a few hours later, still rather early, and was surprised by the smell of coffee. Damian was cooking breakfast for him. For them, Jon reminded himself. Damian was just his roommate. Damian nodded and poured Jon a cup of coffee.

“I thought you would still be asleep,” Jon admitted.

“I don’t require much sleep. Plus I want a tour of the property,” he said. Practical Damian as always, Jon thought.

“Sure, I’ll take you around. The farm and then town,” Jon added taking a huge plate of scrambled tofu and fried tomatoes. Damian had anticipated that.

“That’s a good plan. I don’t want to stand out in town. Should I wear a plaid shirt,” Damian asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you want. T shirts and jeans are fine too,” Jon said.

“May i borough these clothing from you? Mine are not appropriate for a farm,” Damian said casually and Jon willed himself to not have any emotion that Damian was going to wear his clothing.

Damian was extremely handsome in Jon’s plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. His bright green eyes and tan skin popped in the shirt and he had brushed his black hair neatly back as it had gotten long enough to fall in his eyes. Jon couldn’t help but stare at his Damian in his clothing. Logic be damned.

“What?” Damian asked looking at himself. “Does it look bad? I don’t want to appear foolish,” he said about to pull off the plaid shirt.

“No! No you look good. Nice,” Jon said and Damian’s lip twitched towards a smile.

“Thank you. Would you like to show me town first? Before we get muddy,” Damian said.

“Sure, that sounds good. I need to pick up feed anyways,” Jon said. They loaded into Jon’s old pickup. Krypto hopped into Damian’s lap as if he always had done it and they set off to town a few miles away.

“Here’s the library and the best Waffle House in Kansas. Second only to Ma Kent’s,” Jon said as they drove around. He showed Damian all the important sights in town. Damian had a hard time believing that everything was so compact and so small. Even the diner that Jon said they would eat lunch because they had the best pie short of Ma Kent.

They both, and Krypto, got out at the feed store and they treated Jon like old friends. He grabbed a basket and pushed it to the back as he chatted about all the interesting animals people owned to Damian. The Ferguson’s owned a pair of alpacas and old Skipper Smith had a parrot and monkey as pets.

Jon didn’t pay any attention as he easily lifted 4 50 lb bags of feed and casually put 200 lbs of feed in the basket. Damian looked around to see no one near. Jon did it again.

“Should get us through the week,” he said with a grin.

“You do know that most people don’t pick up 4 at once?” Damian told him quietly as they moved to the register. Jon stopped before nodded and laughing.

“You know I’ve never thought about it. Let’s get going before the diner gets a lunch rush,” he said. Jon tried to act more normal putting up the feed bags but tossing them one handed like bags of bread into the bed of a pick up truck was far from normal. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

The diner had about 12 booths and a row across the counter like old times. It probably was an older restaurant with the light blue tile and actual jukebox. Damian didn’t know what rush hour could possibly look like with all 7 people he’d seen since entering town but Jon seemed pleased to be earlier than them.

An older lady laid down a menu between them both and offered them coffee with a big grin. Jon ordered a chicken fried steak and Damian ended up getting the waffles. It was the only thing probably vegetarian on the menu.

“Oh shoot, I forgot you don’t eat meat. Sorry. Should I change my order,” Jon said raising his hand.

“No,” Damian said grasping Jon’s hand and pulling it down to the table. Jon’s heart just about beat out of his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to change what you eat for me.”

“Okay,” Jon said and the waitress came back to the table with drinks and eyed Damian’s hand on Jon’s.

“This your new partner, Kent,” she asked and Jon noted the judge tone to her voice as she sat down their glasses. Homophobia was still alive in the country. Damian didn’t notice.

“Yes, I just moved in last night,” Damian answered and Jon was frozen in time. Damian doesn’t understand what he means, Jon thought. He can’t.

“Oh, is that right? Took off to the city and brought back a city slicker. Well, each to their own,” she said with a passive aggressive smile. Jon sighed as she walked away. He didn’t know how to explain that to Damian. Was Damian even gay? Too late now. The whole town thought he was.

After eating their meal, Jon asked the waitress for pie to go. The diner had filled up and far too many people were glancing at the pair. Damian assumed it was because he was new in town or possibly they recognized him as a Wayne. Jon knew it was that he had brought home a man. Damian also didn’t quite pass as white with his tan skin and Arabic features so probably a dash of racism too.

Jon drive down to the park at the edge of town and parked by the pond. He put on a nice face but worried that Damian wouldn’t have as easy time in Smallville as Jon hoped.

“Something on your mind, Kent,” Damian said, sitting on the back hatch of the truck watching, the ducks swim.

“Nothing. Maybe I’m a little tired. Should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said with a laugh. Damian looked at him out the corner of his eye but said nothing and continued eating his pie.

“This pie is made with quality,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“Better than Alfred’s?”

“Different. Alfred makes amazing meat pies but he never quite understood American pies,” Damian answered. Jon nodded.

“I have to work the rest of the week,” he warned Damian.

“I have plenty of paperwork to keep me busy,” Damian answered. Jon knew he never had to worry about Damian that way. He always kept busy. This was probably his longest break.

The next 3 weeks consisted of getting up early to care for the animals before Jon left to work at the local paper. Damian would jog 3 miles down the dirt road that the Kent farm sat at the end of. By the end of the first week, a few of the neighbors would even wave at him. Jon counted himself as having the will of a Green Lantern to leave before Damian returned every morning. Damian was a sight to behold in his post workout glow pre-shower. He would come home and most of the time Damian was cooking dinner for him. Jon was really falling for the domestics of it all.

“Don’t get used to it, Kent,” Damian warned after Jon complimented an amazing dish Damian made. “Once school starts I can not act as a housewife to you.”

“You aren’t- Dami, you’re far from a housewife,” Jon sputtered. “I know that Flamebird has been seen in metropolis a few times this week alone.”

“Well, I needed to keep busy,” Damian said with a shrug. “Eat your eggplant.”

“I’ve probably eaten more vegetables this week than I have since I would summer with Ma,” Jon said. “But this is pretty good.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian said with a pleased smile. After dinner they sat on the swing on the porch and swung as they watched the sunset like an old married couple. Damian looked at Jon more often than he needed to as they talked about nothing. Jon was so pretty in the golden light. His bright blue eye and freckles looked adorable to Damian.

“And then in August we harvest-“ Jon had been saying before Damian cupped his face and pushed his lips against Jon’s. It was rough and their teeth clanged together and Jon pulled back with an “ow.”

“Shit,” Damian said, moving to get up. “I shouldn’t have- forget I-“

“Wait,” Jon said and Damian froze. He looked so uncertain and Jon had never seen that before. “Can we- can we try again?”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Damian said curtly, getting up. “Forget I did that. I apologize,” he said going inside.

Jon sat for a minute in shock. He had been in love with Damian forever and Damian finally kissed him and he couldn’t even enjoy it. Jon went inside and stood in front of Damian’s door. His hand tentatively considered knocking but Jon couldn’t do it. Just as he turned to walk away, Damian opened his door.

“I have to go to Gotham,” he said suddenly.

“What? If it’s me, you don’t have to leave,” Jon said quickly.

“No. My brothers need me,” Damian said and Jon noticed he had his suit on under his clothing.

“Do I need to come?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll be back later this week hopefully,” Damian said dashing outside. The screen door swung and slapped the doorframe loudly. Jon ran on the porch.

“Week?” He called as Damian’s car pulled out the drive.

Jon fretted and obsessively watched the news everyday. Krypto was getting anxious without his 3 mile jog every morning. Late on the fourth day after Damian left, Jon heard the front door open. He raced to the door. Damian looked weary and had a slight limp.

“Hi,” Jon said looking Damian over and Damian offered a tired smile. Nothing broken. “Do you need help?”

“No. I need to sleep and I will be fine,” Damian said stubbornly. Jon rolled his eyes and helped him to his bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. I will probably sleep late tomorrow,” Damian warned.

“Sure. Of course,” Jon said slowly closing the door as Damian fell asleep. Jon barely slept that night and got up early and called out of work for the day. Damian got up uncharacteristically late around 10 am.

“How are you?” Jon asked, offering him coffee. Damian took the drink before sitting next to Jon. He had a black eye and that limp was still around. The sun shone in bright in the kitchen and Damian was once again reminded the vast difference between smallville and Gotham.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” he said quietly. Jon didn’t want to pounce Damian the first second he got home but it was very hard to not want to talk about the kiss.

“You got mail,” Jon said, handing Damian a big Manila envelope that had come in the day before. Damian wordlessly opened it as he sipped coffee.

“Oh it’s yours,” he handed it over to Jon. Jon opened it with a confused look.

It was a deed. The Kent farm deed. The Kent farm deed in Jon’s name. He looked up at Damian who had a tired half smile.

“It’s in my name. You put it in my name,” he said. “W-why?”

“It’s the Kent farm. There’s too many things with the Wayne name on it,” he shrugged. “Plus I’m far from a farmer. It should be yours.”

“God Damian,” Jon said with tears in his eyes. He pulled Damian into a hug who squawked a protest that Jon ignored. “Thank you. I can’t- thank you,” he said wetly. Damian ignored how Jon was quietly crying on him. His grandma and dad passing had affected him hard and Damian knew he was crying over more than a house and land.

“You’re welcome,” Damian finally whispered and Jon cried even harder. Damian softly pat his back awkwardly. Jon leaned back but didn’t let Damian go. He gazed at Damian with the softest look.

“God Damian,” Jon repeated. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

Damian froze and just blinked at Jon who had pulled back but not out of the hug. “What?” He simply said and Jon’s face started to contort in pain. “Hold on,” Damian said and Jon warily looked at him. Damian knew he had to lean in or Jon would take it back and Damian would be too scared to do anything until Jon did this again. And he wasn’t sure how long Jon would wait.

Damian gently cupped Jon’s face in his hands and Jon breathed in quickly. Damian was clearly nervous. Damian noted how his face was soft and his skin warm. This time he gently bent over and softly pressed his lips against Jon’s. Jon quickly reacted by leaning in toward Damian. Jon could feel the rough pads of Damian’s fingers and taste the coffee Damian had been drinking. After a short while, Damian pulled back but not away.

“I truly care for you too,” he said softly and Jon grinned. “I’ve cared for you for a long time.”

“Same,” Jon said before leaning in to kiss Damian again. Damian kissed for another few seconds before pulling back again. This time Jon tried to follow his lips before stopping. Jon’s breath was erratic and fast. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve just never- I’ve never“ Damian started a bit lost for words. Jon understood what he meant.

“You’ve never been with a man,” Jon said gently.

“I’ve never taken the time for relationships with anyone. I’ve always been too busy,” Damian admitted. He played with the edge of a napkin nervously. He would never openly admit to being worried that his lack of experience was a flaw.

“We can go slow. Whatever you want,” Jon said and he finally looked at Damian the way he had never let himself before: like he was in love with him. Damian nodded.

“I’ve just never found anyone that interesting. I mean, beside you. After a while. I wanted to throw you off a bridge at first,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“I know. You told me,” Jon said. “We should go out to eat. There’s a place downtown that has vegan options.”

“I didn’t even know there was a downtown here,” Damian admitted and Jon laughed.

“It’s a small town. Not a hut in the woods.”

The place wasn’t ‘rush hour’ packed but had plenty of tables with patrons. Damian and Jon sat at a booth and Damian almost couldn’t handle the lovey way Jon was looking at him. Jon was staring at Damian like he was the moon, even though Damian stood out like a sore thumb in the rural town in his turtleneck and dress slacks. But that was his comfort clothing and he had given up on fitting in long ago.

“I’m going to the restroom. Order for me?” Damian asked and Jon nodded. As Damian walked towards the back of the restaurant, a man in a brown jacket and rubber boots purposefully shoved Damian with his shoulder as he walked by. Damian turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see any fruitcakes around here,” the guy said and Damian bristled. Before he could make a scene, Jon moved over to them.

“Hi Tyler. Do we have a problem here?” Jon said uncharacteristically cold. That guy didn’t realize that he picked the worst pair to insult. Tyler looked between Damian and Jon before deciding the fight wasn’t worth it.

“Nothing worth it,” Tyler said turning around. “Bad enough to bring a fruitcake to town, it had to a brown one too,” he muttered and Damian stiffened. He knew that he got looks when he went into town. He was probably the only person that spoke more than English or Spanish in town and certainly the only one to speak Arabic.

But before Damian could do anything else but feel disgust, Jon had punched the guy in the face. Well it was more of a flick with his fist but the guy went down like a rock. Damian hid his smile as him and Jon were hurried out of the restaurant with their food to go by a worried waitress who apologized to the pair.

As they walked back to the pickup truck, Damian reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand who lit up almost instantly. Damian ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he walked. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jon either.

“You know, it’s not everyday that a guy gets Superman to defend his honor,” Damian said quietly but playfully and Jon laughed.

“Can’t handle bigots. I’ll let you punch the next one,” Jon said with a shrug.

“I would have punched that one,” Damian answered. He turned and pulled Jon to face him before taking his free hand that wasn’t carrying a bag. Damian gently cupped Jon’s face to place a kiss on Jon’s lips before going back to walking. Jon had a stupid smile all the way back home.

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