#mickey henry imagines

[navybrat817]

How Far Down

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey is bad for you, but you just can't stay away. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, semi-public fingering, implied public sex, unhealthy relationship, codependency, bittersweet, spooky vibes, Mickey Henry (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #3 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! @tavners , thank you for suggesting Mickey and semi-public sex! I hope I did it justice. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Mickey edit by @rainbowkisses31 . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Mickey was like a drug to you. His touch sent dopamine through your body, the pleasurable sensation bringing you to new heights again and again. You needed more of him to satisfy your craving. He delivered every single time.

But being addicted to a man as free spirited as him was like trying to catch the wind in your hand. He slipped through your fingers quicker than sand. When the inevitable comedown happened, it left you disappointed with the harsh reality that he would never truly be yours. So you walked away.

Until he called you back to him.

"It's the Halloween bash. C'mon. We'll have fun."

You should’ve had the strength to ignore him or say “no”, but you were helpless to resist his call. You asked for the address when you messaged him back and hoped you didn’t sound too eager. One night wouldn’t hurt. You’d only stay long enough to make an appearance and you’d be on your way. Besides, it was a party and Mickey had a job to do.

He wouldn’t notice if you left early.

“Better not bail on me or you’ll hurt my feelings. And I’ll hunt you down.”

You wouldn’t dream of bailing on him. The thought of hurting his feelings produced a pain in your chest so great that you thought your heart would give out. That was one of the things that scared you about Mickey. You gave so much of yourself away and did you get enough in return?

It would be fun if he hunted me down.

The day leading up to the party was a blur, your stomach twisted in knots as you got ready. You had no reason to be nervous. It was a night of fun to be had and nothing more. As long as you didn’t let Mickey suck you back in, you’d be fine.

There was a line out the door of the club as you arrived and you wondered just how long people were waiting to get in. Mickey instructed you to give your name to the bouncer, which you did. For a second, you didn’t expect your name to be on the list. He could’ve done it as a prank to get back at you for walking away. It was a silly thought. He was many things, but he wasn’t cruel.

Still, you let out a sigh of relief as the bouncer let you go right in. If that wouldn’t have worked, you would’ve tried to flirt with him. Your slutty angel costume left little to the imagination, which was both sexy and ironic. You never felt angelic or innocent around Mickey, but it was fun to be in his presence.

The halo fell from my head a long time ago.

Orange and purple strobe lights flashed in time with the music, giving the club a perfect Halloween glow as the bodies moved along the dance floor. The array of costumes brought a smile to your face. Everyone was having fun, uncaring of what happened tonight. Problems would still be there tomorrow, so why not let loose?

“There you are.”

You heard Mickey over the music and blinked a few times, not remembering walking through the crowd to get to his booth. Your throat constricted as the two of you locked eyes. While you were some form of an angel, he had demon horns and an open red shirt. The light around him accentuated his muscles and gave him an ominous glow as he walked around the table, grinning as held out a hand for you.

It only took you a second to take it.

“Knew you couldn’t resist my invitation,” he said, jumping down to join you on the floor instead of pulling you up to the booth. “Though a small part of me wants to punish you for staying away for so long. Why did you run away from me?”

Part of the charm of Mickey was that he didn’t come across as arrogant. Playful, the life of the party, and someone who encouraged you to make the best out of bad situations, but never full of himself. You admired that. He was also unreliable, too spontaneous. A distorted dream of a man that you could never have.

“You know why I left,” you reminded him, putting your arms around his shoulders. “But we could both use some fun, so why not take you up on your offer?”

“And that’s just what I am, aren’t I? A good time,” Mickey smiled, slipping an arm around your waist to drag you against him. “Everyone’s having a good time tonight.”

Even if you didn't leave at the end of the night with Mickey, you knew it wouldn't be a boring evening. Watching him in his element was hotter than you cared to admit, the gorgeous man making everyone get lost in the music and atmosphere. It was like he encouraged people to lose their inhibitions. No one cared about the consequences.

They lived like there was no tomorrow.

The flashing lights reflected off his blue eyes as you gazed at him, but they almost looked black. “We can’t have too much fun,” you teased as he began to grind his hips against yours.

“Why not?”

You sighed and wondered if he was trying to goad you or if he really didn't get it. “Because we both know how this’ll end and I'm a little tired of it.”

Mickey would happily go on his way while you were left with a void in your soul. The worst part was you were certain he didn’t do it on purpose. The bond between the two of you wasn’t pure enough to be love, so why would you expect him to treat you like you were his other half?

“Why does it have to end at all? C'mon. You and I always have fun together,” he argued, grabbing your chin with a firm hand so he could lick you from your chin to your forehead. “Besides. Your aura is so delicious. I've missed it.”

A lustful sigh left your lungs before you attempted to step back. The smile on his face looked strange. “My aura? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Mickey threw his head back as he laughed, his chest shaking as his fingers dug into your hip. He sometimes struck you as a man more intelligent and deeper than he let on, but always swayed you from those thoughts with a slip of his tongue or the slide of his cock. He was lust in human form. But he led you down a path with no end.

So why did you follow him?

“You know what I mean. Your whole glow screams lust. And lust is a sin that feeds itself and grows,” he said as he pushed your costume up your thigh. It didn’t matter that there were others close by where anyone could see. And you didn’t put up a fight. It wouldn't be the first time you fooled around with people mere feet away. That was part of the fun. “But I don't need to feed myself with you around. You feed me plenty.”

At that moment, you almost wondered if Mickey’s costume was real as he hooked a finger in your panties and moved them aside. He could easily lure people in under the guise of a good time. Lost in his hypnotic gaze, you moaned as his finger circled your hole. “It's like you really are a demon,” you breathed as one finger pushed inside you, making you clamp around him.

His teeth flashed in a wicked smile as the digit moved in shallow thrusts. “Demons come in all forms. All shapes and sizes,” he said as you frowned. He had to be kidding. “This city is my playground with plenty of people to play with.”

You smiled after a second, playing along. “Is that what you're doing? Playing with me?”

“You make it easy to play with, even when I have to chase you. Though I didn't exactly chase you, did I? All it took was a text,” he said, though you didn't feel insulted at the implication of how easy it was to get you there. “And dressing up like an angel? You’re far from being immune to temptation.”

It wasn't fear that moved through you, but your smile slipped all the same even as he dragged a finger in and out of you. “I, oh, was kidding about the whole demon thing.”

The gorgeous grin was back on his face. “So was I.”

He sealed his lips against yours as he pushed another finger in, the feeling making your head spin as you rocked your hips. Wantonly, you practically humped his hand as he took what he wanted from you. It was pathetic that you allowed him in so easily, but didn’t he always make you feel good?

“You’re bad for me,” you whined, gasping when he bit down on your bottom lip.

“The worst,” he agreed, pressing his palm hard against your clit. “But you’re so good for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

The praise warmed you as your moans got louder.

“I could fuck anyone here tonight, but it’s you I want,” he went on, curling his fingers just the way you needed him to. “My filthy, desperate angel. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you and you won’t stop me. Do you know how good that makes me feel that you want me so badly?”

You wanted to argue that he was wrong, but how could you deny his words when you were so close? And he was right. He could fuck anyone he wanted, but his fingers were deep inside you because you were special. You meant something to him.

Right?

“You want me, too,” you stated, but the words came out like a whimper, lost in the music.

“Of course, I do. You’re my favorite. That’s why I wanted you here with me tonight,” he smirked, the words as empty as how you felt when the sun came up. But you believed him because you wanted to believe him. That it didn’t matter if he took other lovers because they didn’t mean anything to him. He was still your addiction and you wanted to get high. “Now come on my fingers. I know you can do it.”

With a shudder, you did as he said and soaked his fingers with your juices. He licked into your mouth as it went slack from pleasure, an almost smug hum reverbirating as the digits continued to glide along your walls. The familiar haze washed over you as he guided you through your orgasm. If anyone around you noticed, they didn’t care.

Neither did you.

“Delicious,” he purred as he drew his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. “How do you feel?”

Licking your taste from his fingers, you swallowed with a heavy heart. “Empty,” you admitted, the high crashing even sooner than usual. You hated it. You wanted it to go away.

You needed to go, but your feet wouldn't allow you to move.

He didn’t look at all offended by your answer. Instead, a pleased smile spread across his face. “That’s because my fingers are never enough. You need my cock.”

You both knew you weren't going anywhere. Why argue? “I need your cock,” you agreed. All he had to do was fill you up and it would make it better.

“Bend over my table and I’ll give it to you,” he promised with a glint in his eye. It was like staring into an abyss and you wondered how deep it went. Would you ever reach the bottom if you fell?

“But the crowd-”

“They won’t even notice. They'll just think we're grinding to the music,” he said, gracefully hopping on the stage as you followed with shaky limbs. “And even if they did, who gives a fuck? They’ll wish they were in your place, but they never will be. You know why?”

“Because I’m special?”

“Yeah, you are. My favorite angel who feeds me well,” he assured you, the void in your chest slowly starting to grow smaller as he brought your back to his chest. “But don’t ever walk away from me again, okay? It'll only hurt us both.”

There was no sarcasm in his tone. Only truth.

“I won't walk away,” you said, letting him pull your dress up again as he pressed his clothed cock against your ass.

You'd always come back if he called.

“That's my girl” he praised, lightly biting your earlobe. “Now hold onto the table so we can have some real fun.”

With a nod and a smile, you fell into the abyss.

Why is he so pretty? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

Masterlist ⚓ Misc Sebastian Stan Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

[emmyrosee]

Preferences

BECAUSE MORE IS ALWAYS BETTER.

Sleepiest

Touch Starved

Dancing

Haircut Comfort

Trypanophobia

First Words -dad!au

PDA

When You’re Sick

Angry

Temper Tantrums -dad!au

Needy For Him

Getting into Fights

Fatherhood -dad!au

Expecting -dad!au

   The Sequel -dad!au

Halloween

Name Calling

Failing a Course

Norman F*cking Rockwell!

Playfighting

Pandemic Life

Incorrect Heights

ASMR

Coolest Instagrams

Fainting

A Cuddle Pile

What They Smell Like

Stoned

Sick Boys 

   The Sequel

Footie Pajamas

Random Headcanons

Breakfast Lovers

Their Tattoos

Holding Their Tiny Humans

All He Wishes To Give

Chefs and Liabilities 

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.

Spanking Styles

Size Kink

Safewords

Moans and Noises

Pegging Them

Get You to Sleep

Lingerie Shopping

First Time

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot DJ » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.

“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.

“Whiskey.” You tell him.

The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.

“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.

“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.

“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.

“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.

“Lead the way, baby.” You say.

Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.

“Mickey.” You moaned softly.

“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.

“Fuck me.” You says.

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.

“Please!” You begged with a whined.

Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.

Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.

“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.

His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.

“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.

“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.

“Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

[violetmuses]

If I can't spend a warm summer night with James Buchanan Barnes, what's the point? 😩

[justarandomgirly]

Imagine Mickey is your friend. And he rings the bell and you come out and he is inviting you to take a ride with him on his bike.

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

fear is the heart of love

Characters - Yandere!Reader and Mickey Henry

Warnings - Dark Reader Fic, Stalking, Non Con Voyeurism, Masturbation and Fingering (not graphic), Violence, Obsession

a/n - This is something completely new for me and I'm back in my dark zone, written entirely in first person and with a dark reader. I got the prompt "I love you more than anything" from @musingsinmoonlight for her 1k challenge and with a little help from @navybrat817 @dreamlessinparis and @sweeterthanthis I created this. Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting Suz 🫣

words - 1397

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The cafe was busy, filled with groups of friends meeting for brunch, older couples sitting in peace enjoying the sun’s heat against their skin and then there was me.

I sat in the corner, the ice in my coffee slowly melting as I pretended to read my book. I kept my eyes on Mickey a few tables over as he talked with the woman from last night, gesticulating wildly as he told her a story about his friend. The sun glinted off the rings he never seemed to take off, the rings that I could still feel against my skin, a memory from when he lovingly gripped my hips a few nights ago.

I was in Athens with work, helping them open a new office when I met Mickey. He was DJing at a bar I had been taken to and I was instantly smitten, his boyish smile and energetic dancing had me hooked. He fought off a dark-haired girl who was standing to the side of his decks, seemingly desperate for his attention and made his way over to me.

We danced and kissed, knowing smiles shared between each other before I took him back to my hotel a few hours later, spending the night wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Nobody made me feel the way he did that night, I know he felt it too. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.

I woke up the next morning to a note on the pillow beside me, “Thanks for the sleepover, I’ll be in the same place again tonight. Come say hi” I bit my lip and smiled at his scratchy writing, running my fingers over the smiley face he signed off with. I rolled over to where he slept and breathed in the leftover scent of sea salt and sandalwood from the bedding. 

It was Saturday and I had the entire day to myself so I went out exploring, buying a few things for friends at home and sampling the local food at the market. I couldn’t get my mind off Mickey though, the minutes passed by so slowly and I needed a distraction. 

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and looked for a nearby clothes store, I knew nothing I packed for this trip would be good enough and I wanted to look my best for him. I passed a jewellery store on my way and something caught my eye, everything was falling into place nicely as if fate was playing her part in our story.

I made my way to the bar later that night, wearing the new dress I had bought to impress him. Making sure the little surprise I bought him was secure in my bag as I fished out €20 for the elaborate cocktails. 

The bass was already thumping and I could hear the crowd having a good time as I rounded the corner to find him. I couldn’t stop the noise that came out of my mouth at the sight in front of me.

There he was standing behind the decks, his hands pawing at the body of a mystery blonde girl, kissing her the way he kissed me last night. It felt like I had been punched in the gut, I dropped the drinks and cringed when the people around me cheered. He invited me here tonight. He slept with me only hours before, I still remember how he whispered sweet things in my ear as his hips snapped against mine, he told me I wasn’t like other girls and he was so lucky to have met me.

This other girl must have thrown herself at him, there was no other explanation. He needed my help, I couldn’t just leave him here with her, who knows what might happen. I hid behind someone tall, reaching into my bag and running my fingers over the cool metal of the promise ring I bought him earlier. 

I stayed in the shadows all night so she wouldn’t see me as I kept watch, it felt like she was twisting a knife in my back whenever she laughed at something he said. He was smiling at her, showing her how to use his equipment, clearly just a show for the crowd. 

I followed them back to what I assumed was his place, watching as they fell through his front door. He was smart not to lock it behind him, he knows I’m here to protect him and need to get in without her noticing me so I can keep watch. I counted to a hundred before walking inside, shaking my head at how messy he was. He must have stripped off on his way to the bedroom, I picked up his clothes and folded them up, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent I recognised from last night. I decided to take them back to my hotel so he has a change of clothes when he comes back over.

I heard noises coming from the other room and quietly walked over, peering through the crack in the door. I was shocked to find them both naked, his fingers buried deep inside her as she moaned into his mouth. I slip my hand into my underwear, copying his movements with my fingers since he was probably thinking about me anyway. 

I had to bury my face in his clothes to drown out the sounds of my moaning as I kept rhythm with him. I couldn’t stay here any longer, he seemed to have this under control and I could talk to him another time about better ways to deal with women who throw themselves at him. 

The next morning I woke up early and made my way over to his place, I waited across the street in the little park that faced his building. They seemed to take a long time to come out and I was getting restless, I considered breaking back into the building but before I could finish my thought they came out hand in hand. I figured he was just waiting for her cab to arrive but was angered as I watched him grab her hand and walk down the street.

That’s how I found myself here at the cafe, watching them both and making sure he was safe. They sat a little too close together, her hand on his leg rubbing circles into his thigh with her thumb as they talked. A child a few tables away let go of their balloon, crying loudly and causing me to lose concentration for a moment.

One moment is all it took, a dark-haired girl had approached them both, I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but the look on Mickey’s face said it all. She was another person I needed to keep him safe from, thankfully that was going to be easy because right now she was walking towards the bathrooms. 

Perfect. Out of sight and easy to clean up after.

I took one more look over before making my way over to the ladies. The girl was crying at the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and that’s when I recognised her. She was there the night I met Mickey, she was desperate for his attention then as well. I stood beside her, washing my hands, and asked her if she was ok. 

She nodded her head and tried to stop herself from crying, sniffling and taking deep breaths. I waited until the room was empty before grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the mirror, over and over until she fell to the floor. The noise of what happened must have travelled because as if by magic in walked the blonde girl asking what happened.

She took one look at the scene in front of her and screamed out, I charged at her and knocked her down, straddling her waist and punching her in the face repeatedly until the noise stopped. I was covered in her blood but that’s ok, he’s worth it.

A small crowd of people ran in as I was on top of her, including Mickey. He was shouting down at me and pushing me off the woman. I smiled up at him and raised my bloodied hand, "I had to do it. Don't you see? I love you more than anything."

[t-nd-rfoot]

October & November // t-nd-rfoot fic recs

In the two months that I've been on this site, I've read so many amazing fics that I love to this day so I'm starting a monthly list of my fic recs! ✨

Also I want to be able to find these easier than scrolling through my blog

Please let me know if your titles need editing or if you prefer to not be tagged!

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Prompts "that sounds like you and me right there." by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Drabbles imagine bucky needing cuddles by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

One Shots Easy by @jadedvibes saturday. by @creativebeang

Series for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations

Joaquin Torres

One Shots el tiemp nos alejó by @rodrikstark

Rhett Abbott

One Shots rumor by @bonitanightmxres sleep without you by @bonitanightmxres

Top Gun: Maverick

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Drabbles bob handing out candy by @rosesvioletshardy "what's your favorite type of rock?" by @aestheticpearl

One Shots bird strike by @writingdumpster Don't Touch My Boots by @thebirdandthebee drunk by @lorecraft pumpkin carving by @siempre-bucky return to me by @lt-bradshaw Scrapbook by @siempre-bucky The Six Times You Met Bob Floyd in School and The One Time You Didn't by @lt-natrace turducken, a fall story by @demxters

Series fall by @demxters (completed)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

One Shots Birdstrike by @an-unknown-writers-world Come Hell or High Water by @awaywith-thefaeries Even Though I'm Leaving by @wombtotombx In Sickness and In Health by @fandomxpreferences Nothing to Lose by @topgun-imagines take the day by @siempre-bucky The Best Thing That's Ever Been mine by @sweetlittlegingy worth it by @hangmanbrainrot

Series baby, i'm high octane by @laracrofted (ongoing)

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Headcanons Decorating for Christmas HCs by @fanboygarcia Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia dating single mom pilot!reader HCs by @fanboygarcia

Henry Cavill and Characters

Henry Cavill

Drabbles smitten by @hencav

One Shots cute distractions by @hencav

Captain Syverson

One Shots I Told You by @cinebration

August Walker

Drabbles my girls by @keanureevesisbae

One Shots Softy on the inside by @iamemy4

Formula 1

Mick Schumacher

One Shots staying away by @micks-afterglow

Daniel Ricciardo

Series waiting game by @sparkle-d (ongoing)

[georgiapeach30513]

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Ari was reckless.  He wasn’t your typical romantic guy.  He didn’t want a house with a white picket fence or a wife with a baby on her hip.  The one woman he tried to be faithful to and thrown him for a loop.  She wanted everything he did not want.  Needed to be loved and cared for, and he couldn’t be that man for her.  And then there comes you.  A long lost relative of someone with connections to his ex, and he becomes addicted to you, and you him.  Twin flames getting high on living crazy.   *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU*

Wake Up Call

A mess.  Your life was always a mess.  You should have been faithful to Ryan, especially since he was such a good father.  But your mutual boss was persistent.  Now ten years later will you be able to be faithful to your new husband?  A mess.  It’s what it always was.

All or Nothing at All

Steve Rogers always doubted your feelings for him.  He was supposed to be your everything, but he fell for someone else.  Bucky Barnes was supposed to be your best friend, and nothing more.  Good thing they both got lost in time.  Or did the?

Taking My Heart

Alone in a cold dark basement.  Being taunted by a masked man who was determined to make you his.  He was never going to have you.  Never...

Pistol By My Side

August Walker was dangerous.  Dangerous and sexy.  You would go to the ends of the earth to be with him.  And he would lead you into a life of crime and sin.  It’s a good thing your parents said you would never amount to anything.

Blackberry Winter

Cole Turner was once warm just like the summer.  He was your sun, but then he grows distant.  Just like the chill of blackberry winter.

My Prairie Song

Retiring from the rodeo, Bucky becomes a ranch hand for a local family.  He always enjoyed the quiet life.  Now he needs him someone that’s not so quiet to enjoy it with.  You are the sweet little barista that always talks too fast, but Bucky finds it endearing.  Just means he gets to listen to you more...

Nothing Left to Prove

Having a daughter with cystic fibrosis with Mickey Henry was not easy.  He was great when he was around.  But between her health, and you needing a better support system, you were run ragged.  And then came the new specialist at clinic.  He was kind and your daughter adored him.  But will Dr. Frank Adler be able to let his walls down in order to be a good partner for you?

The Original Dolls

In a world where a man can have a wife and a doll, a real life sex doll.  Pick out by their own hands and used for their pure filthy enjoyment.  Better get used to the life of being their play toy, and these men never miss an opportunity to indulge in playtime, no matter where they are.  And you can’t say no.

Hear That Whippoorwill

Going back to the mountains.  You didn’t even realize you had ever been there.  But when your last relative in those mountains dies, you were left with everything, including all the family secrets.  Now there was too many rules; stay out of the woods, that bridge is dangerous, black cats are bad luck, don’t listen to the whippoorwill, girl.  Too late.  And now Steve has finally found you.  He won’t stop trying to get you, until the curse is finally broke, and now you’re here....

There Goes My Life

Steve was your weakness.  He was the person you loved the most, and then he was on the run.  You had tried to tell him something important, and then the blip happened, and you weren’t able to.  But your secret sure was able to tell him.  Now Steve has to navigate this new life, plus find comfort for himself.  But he never gives up on somehow being able to change what is going on in the world.

The Next Room

What if the man you were completely in love with never moved on from his “best friend”?  How do you cope with your emotions?  How does one even move on from the utmost heartbreak?  Only time will tell.

Hiding Whiskey Scars

Sy’s worst mistake was letting you go.  He didn’t expect to see you on the side of the road beaten and battered.  He won’t be making another mistake again.

Every Ounce of Heart

One you couldn’t stay away from.  The other you were falling so hard for.  Problem was Jake didn’t like that his dog keeper was growing distant.  Didn’t return his phone calls, and then one lonely night...he hears you.  In his roommate’s room.  Now, how will the two of them navigate through their senior year with both knowing what you taste like?  One just wanted to take his frustrations out while the other loved playing with your body and testing out your kinks.

The End As It Begins

You are cordially invited to this season’s marriage market. Becoming the rare and sweet Rose of the Ball. Just the perfect and chaste eligible bachelorette. Bring your dance card, and search for the perfect match. Will it be the General Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers the Duke of Lavenham, Lord Dean Winchester, or Prince Charles Brandon. You have caught all their eyes. But be careful, they’re not the only ones watching. Lady Rose Waterton is also watching and reporting on the gossip of the evening. Make sure you have your chaperone…

A Little Kiss

When an ex leaves an unexpected surprise on Colin Shea’s doorstep, he quickly drowns in just what it is he needs to do.  Trying to be everything that his unplanned daughter needs, but he is at a loss, and has no clue on what to do.  And then there was you.  The librarian that hosted children’s hours, and just so happened to be his next door neighbor.  Even though you are resilient to help him, it’s not the baby’s fault that her father is an idiot.

Have Mercy on Me Please

He was precious like a flower.  He was everything your blackened heart could ever desire, but he fell too hard and too fast.  He was not the usual type of men that you made get into an impossible contract.  They were always iron tight, and unable to get out of.  Cole Riggan was different.  He was too sweet to be damned, but is he someone you’re willing to let go?  And if you didn’t have a heart, why did you want to protect this man?  What would your father ever think?

Double or Nothing

Jake Jensen is a useful ally in the world of the suits.  Beyond smart with weapons, and supposed to be in charge of the Queens.  However, they were more in charge of him.  Unable to speak up to his crew of bad ass women.  You were an angel.  The sweetest thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and you had found you’re way into the rabbit hole.  The nanny to Jefferson and Bunny’s twin boys, and right there for Jake to corrupt.  The perfect specimen of woman for him to control.  Will he ever get the confidence he needed to be the leader of the Queens or was he destine to be their court jester?

[navybrat817]

Would you be interested in writing a drabble for my favourite DJ?

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

For you? Anything!

Good for a Laugh

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey unintentionally makes you laugh. Word Count: Almost 630 Warnings: Laughter, implied oral, hot man wearing panties, balls, I don't even know what these warnings are at this point, Mickey Henry (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Life has been crazy, so why not something short and fun for Sinday? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist

When it came to sex, Mickey Henry could do no wrong in your eyes. Maybe it was because he looked like a mix of a god and sin incarnate with his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes. It could have also been because he was confident without being arrogant about his sexual prowess. It wasn't an easy line to toe, but he made it seem effortless. It was part of his charm.

But tonight when he walked in, his arms opened wide as he smiled from ear to ear?

You laughed.

And it wasn't a dismissive snort or a giggle. It was a soft sound that grew the longer you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow as the sound filled the room, clutching your stomach and nearly falling off the edge of your bed. Your sides ached and it took a second to make your head stop spinning as you tried to catch your breath.

Kind of like after the mind shattering orgasms he gave you.

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

You didn't mean to laugh. You truly didn't. And seeing the small pout on his face as his hands went to his hips, you feared you'd start all over again. But you couldn't. Not if you wanted to feel the rings on his fingers dig into your skin within the next few minutes.

"I'm sorry. It's just…" you gestured to his bulge. "My panties? Really?"

Mickey smirked as he did a small spin. The blue lace made him look prettier, which you didn't think was possible. You also wished you could smack his handsome face because why did his ass look better in your underwear? 

"Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about. I mean. They're kind of comfortable, but I prefer you without them. Easier access and all that."

Your chaotic man, always ready for a good time with you. "They look good on you."

He sauntered over to where you sat and part of you was tempted to grab him a pair of heels, just to see how well he could walk in them. "Then why are you laughing?" he questioned, running his palms along the top of your thighs.

You shivered as he leaned down, just out of reach for a kiss. "Your balls are out."

Mickey took a couple of steps back, which gave you a nice eyeful as his hand went to his crotch to feel. "Thought I tucked them in."

The laughter began to bubble up from your throat again as he tried to push them into the fabric. You discovered very early on that he was packing heavy when it came to those bad boys. Your panties didn't stand a chance. "Did you not FEEL a draft?"

"I mean, I felt a little cold," he chuckled as he ran his other hand through his fluffy hair. "I carry a lot of heat down there, baby. They're huge."

"They are," you agreed, clenching as you pictured them smacking against your bare skin. "And I'm ready for you to sex me up."

"I didn't ruin the moment?" he smiled, showing that he was unphased by your earlier laughter.

You slid off the edge of the bed to drop to your knees, smiling as you gently pushed his hand away. One of the reasons you loved him was because he made you laugh. He always showed you a good time. He deserved the same.

"Never. Feel free to wear any of my panties you want."

"Any of them?" he groaned, his head tipping back as you mouthed at the fabric.

"Yep. In fact, let's see if I can make you ruin these before you even get inside me."

*****

Happy Sinday. Love and thanks! ❤️

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Morning Fun » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Boyfriend!Mickey Henry x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Mickey decides that he wants to have some morning fun before Y/N goes to work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You woke up to the feeling of Mickey kissing along your bare shoulders. You hummed at the feeling and turned over onto your back so you were facing him.

“You were incredible last night.” Mickey moves his lips to your collarbones. “The way you rode me drove me insane.” He says against your skin.

One of Mickey’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding your clit causing you to gasp and buck your hips when you felt his fingers.

“I especially loved it when you called me daddy.” He says, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts.

His fingers began to rub circles on your clit causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. His middle finger slid in between your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. It’s like you want to have fun this morning.” Mickey says, sliding a finger inside of you.

Mickey isn’t wrong. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now.

“I want it! Please!” You moaned.

Mickey chuckled at your neediness and disappeared underneath the sheet. He placed kisses on your hip bones and on your inner thighs. He continued to move his finger in and out of you while he latched his lips on your clit.

“Still taste as sweet as you did last night.” Mickey moans against your clit, sending vibrations against your clit.

Your hands flew down to his head, grabbing onto his hair and tugged at it. His ring finger slid inside of you next to his middle finger, catching you off guard. He moved them faster. The tip of his tongue licked in between your folds causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“Mickey!” You moaned.

You yelped when you felt a smack on the side of your thigh.

“Say the right name.” He says.

“Daddy!” You whimpered.

“That’s more like it, baby.” He says.

Mickey’s tongue moved against your clit just the way you love it. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed.

“Oh my god! Yes daddy! Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.

The movements of Mickey’s fingers and tongue got faster. You felt your orgasm building up to the point where you were right on the edge.

“I-I’m gonna— oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Give it to me, baby.” Mickey says.

With a loud moan leaving your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. You laid there panting when Mickey came back above the sheet, his face wet with your juices. He leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You taste amazing as always, baby.” He rasps against your lips.

Your hand blindly found his cock and wrapped your hand around it, moving your hand up and down causing Mickey to groan against your lips. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him innocently. Mickey wrapped his hand around yours on his cock, helping you line himself up at your entrance. His tip slid past your tight entrance causing you to let out an audible gasp.

“Fuck!” Mickey moans. “Fucked you last night and you’re still tight like a fucking virgin.” He says.

He stretched your pussy as he slid more of his cock inside of you. Once his cock was fully inside of you, Mickey hovered over you, caging you in with his strong arms. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in one motion causing you to let out a scream of pleasure. You threw your head back, giving Mickey access to your neck. He leaned his head down, kissing along the column of your neck. His hands held on to your hips to keep a steady rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey watched as one of your hands slid down your body, stopping on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock making him moan.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Mickey asks, referring to the way you’re rubbing your clit.

“Mhmm yes! So good, daddy!” You moaned, increasing your rubbing pace.

Mickey leaned his head down towards your chest, kissing along your breasts. His teeth grazing your skin, biting down hard enough to create a hickey. He moved his lips closer and closer to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the small bud. You gasped when you felt his teeth lightly nipping on your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. You arched your back, giving him more of your breasts. He moved his lips to the other one and repeated his actions as he did to the opposite side.

“Oh god! Fuck yes, daddy!” You moaned, your eyes fluttered shut.

“Nah uh.” He lightly taps the side of your head. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me.” He tells you.

You opened your eyes and struggled to keep them open from all of the pleasure Mickey was giving you. The tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck yes! Right there, daddy!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to thrust faster. His tip continued to hit that same spot causing your second orgasm to build up.

“Daddy, I’m—” A loud moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Mickey says in your ear in almost a whisper.

The faster you rubbed your clit moved you towards the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you. A loud moan of his name leaves your lips as you soaked his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm began to build up. You ran your hands across his abs as he flexed them. Mickey lowered his head against your shoulder.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He moans.

He came inside of you after a few more thrusts, your name leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop as he collapsed on top of you, trying his best to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Mickey placed his lips on yours, giving you a much needed morning kiss.

“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey says against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

After a moment, Mickey pulled his cock out of your cunt making you whine at the empty feeling. He laid down next to you and you two stared up at the ceiling in silence.

“Round 2 in the shower?” Mickey suggests, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“You read my mind, daddy.” You say.

A squeal left your lips when Mickey picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey didn’t waste the morning away.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[carolingarts]

I just saw a post about how Henry is the "Original" creator of Bendy when canon says Joey and I think it's a fascinating opportunity to discuss Ub Iwerks and Walt Disney so *Let's Go* and if I get any facts wrong please feel free to add or subtract!

History is full of pairings like Henry and Joey (the closest ones obviously being Henry and William Afton - ha. see I got jokes) but the notion of a collaborative creative process that isn't instantly *seen* is something I find interesting. So much work today is dissected and arguments can be brought to social media extremely easily. It's re-defined the creative process.

Ub Iwerks and Walt Disney were the best of friends who worked on Walt's 'Laugh o' grams' before Mickey Mouse. When Walt wanted to move into shorts production and took Ub with him. The two of them went to work for Universal with Walt asking for Ub to come up with the *image* of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit while coming up with his personality.

So that's Oswald - Walt's ideas and Ub's work (His dreams, my effort) which doesn't mean that Oswald and by proxy Mickey Mouse aren't part of Ub Iwerks's work (in fact it's fucking criminal and if you like Bendy and you don't know who Ub Iwerks is go look him up in Henry Stein's name ok.)

Oswald is really interesting because Universal and Pat Powers tricked Walt into a contract that they owned total and complete rights to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Pat Powers - Walt's contact with Universal - announced that he had also hired away Walt's animators without them - or him - letting him know.

I remember in reading "Walt Disney: An American Original" a great story about how Walt and Ub came up with Mickey while they were still with Universal and managed to convince animators that were still "loyal" to Walt to draw the Mickey cartoon underneath their Oswald sketches while they waited their contract out. So imagine a bunch of dudes literally grabbing animation work and then hiding it when Universal supervisors came around.

From the Link I posted below:

[MARTIN: When the Laugh-O-Gram Studio eventually went bankrupt, Disney took a train out to Hollywood. But not very much time had passed before he was begging Iwerks to come out too. He couldn't make his cartoons' success without him.

(SOUNDBITE OF MUSIC)

MARTIN: And that was where, in 1928, Ub Iwerks single-handedly animated "Plane Crazy," the first Mickey Mouse cartoon. After a record 700 drawings a day, Iwerks did in two weeks something that would have taken other animators months. ]

(JFC. If we can assume that Joey asked for Henry to do something like that and Henry did it the man is a fucking *machine*)

The rest of the story is - pretty much what we've gathered from Bendy canon unless the Meatly says otherwise. Ub ended up chafing under Walt's leadership, left the studio for 10 years and produced some pretty cool Looney Tunes cartoons even if his own studio folded. He rejoined the studio doing animation, special effects, and themepark design even winning an award for his work on "The Birds" (yes that birds, the Hitchcock Birds.)

Obviously Bendy is a story, but the real life stories about this kind of stuff are three times as interesting IMHO.

This is the most abridged version of the story *ever* and I'm sure I'm getting some facts wrong but I think both Ub and Walt would be the first people to say "we worked on Mickey together" as well as Oswald. A collaborative effort. Most creative efforts that are put in the spotlight are when things are negative and you have to really make the effort to say that it *was* the product of two people.

So it's *really interesting* that people are arguing over these two fictional characters and that Henry deserves just as much credit as Joey *especially* given that people are asking for Ub Iwerks to get more credit relating to Mickey Mouse.

There was a thread I remember reading on twitter (I wish I could find it) where an animator was talking about how in a Mickey Mouse short they were able to use a picture of Walt Disney for a joke for the first time - and how much of a shock it was. That's because Walt and Mickey are *sacrosanct*. You don't fuck with the image of Walt or the image of Mickey Mouse.

Think about it. TWDC has literally lobbied to *rewrite the copyright codes of the United States of America to protect Mickey Mouse*.

I like to say that if Walt had done what he did in the modern era or if social media had existed in the 30s he would have been like one of the big youtubers. He has an *image* that was carefully crafted - and Ub helped him design it! He was the one who said he should go by Walt Disney.

There's another quote in an American Original where Walt's like "I've kind of ceased to be Walt Disney. Walt Disney is someone else." And that's what successful branding *is*. Disney doesn't eat or yell or scare the hell out of his employees - Walt would bring cans of chili to other countries so he'd have something to eat and scare the hell out of his animators. He and Ub just butted heads then got back together and Ub helped us build themepark rides (think that Henry would give Piedmont a run for his money?)

You also have to keep in mind that even if the books *aren't* canon, Sammy was probably there pretty early and writing "The Lighter side of Hell." You can't forget the contributions of our favorite musical composer.

Any good creative project is a team effort and I'd like to think that Henry animated Bendy, Joey sold him, then they brought in Sammy who added more character. After all - Sammy technically (if they books are canon) mentions Alice and that the cartoons "need a girl."

So basically while Joey is twice as much of a bastard for totally breaking all his employees mentally - we have to give creative credit where it's due. Bendy was drawn by Henry, thought up by Joey, given a voice by Sammy (though I'd like to imagine Joey voiced him.) and then put into a world by the rest of the team.

Anyway, if people are going to have this argument I think it's important to draw from history - namely Ub and Walt and how the two *did work together* and apply it to Mickey Mouse and Oswald as well as our favorite Lil' Devil Darlin'. Again, history is full of partnerships like Henry and Joey and if you aren't careful you're going to forget one in favor of the other.

(I mean at least Walt didn't experiment on his employees outside of maybe asking them to ride rides or watch cartoons before everybody else)... As for Bendy tho.

This link above says it best, "Mickey is the Child of 2 Dads."

So's Bendy!

Joey's just the Disneyland dad and shitty parent and Henry's the one who'd probably be making sure Bendy and the crew would be eating and doing their homework before reading them to sleep.

That said, in reading the link, you should also make yourself *aware* of Ub Iwerks because he doesn't get nearly enough credit and Mickey being a team effort I think - in a world where people only bring attention to the negative aspects of creative partnerships - is important for people to know.

Let me close with my favorite Oswald animatic because it includes both Ub and Walt and Oswald and Mickey and it's inspired by Epic Mickey and it's just great.

[crazyk-imagine]

Tug at the Heart Strings

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!fem!reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd, Pilot!fem!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin (they go out once but are friends)

Characters:  Pilot!fem!reader, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Doris (the sweet old lady next door), Henry (Doris’ “friend”), Diane (the nurse)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, flirting, Jake and Javy don’t realize they made innuendos about the gym (no regrets), Javy shouts something he shouldn’t have (still talking about the gym), drinking, drinking and driving (big no no), heartbreak, tears, drama, friends fighting, close call with death, Rooster and Coyote activate their big brother modes

Word Count: 10,553

*Reader’s callsign is Blue

Requested on Ao3: Can you please do another Phoenix/reader/Bob, where Phoenix and Bob like the reader, but the reader is oblivious. Then Hangman is trying to steal the reader from them, hence a lot of tension. But in the end Phoenix and Bob win. Thank you so much :D And they’re scared of being rejected, forgot to add that

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You turn around to pick up your noisy phone off the edge of your bed. You regret putting the sound on. 

Princess Phoenix calling…  Answer □ Decline □ 

You smile, shaking your head at your previous (absurd) thought. “Hey, Natasha. What’s up?” You put her on speaker, setting your phone back on the bed as you look for a shirt in your closet. 

She sighs, “I’ve told you, call me Nat.” 

“I know,” you pout, “but you have such a pretty name.” You imagine a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. 

“I guess I should say thank you then.” 

“I think that would be appreciated,” you joke. 

A faint whisper comes through, you know it’s Bob talking to her. 

“Uh- hang on.” She puts herself on mute. 

“Okay,” you whisper, figuring that neither one of the two are listening, too engrossed in their conversation. 

-

“What is it?” She asks, watching Bob struggle with the buttons of his shirt. 

“Are you-” 

She shakes her head, “no, I’m not going to ask her over the phone.” She steps in front of him, buttoning his shirt for him. “Besides we don’t even know if she likes us and I’m not going to put us through that mess and potential heartbreak. If she likes us then- she- we can-” 

He watches her become flustered and wipes her hands on his pecks, straightening his shirt. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I- uh- I was going to ask if you were going to get dressed soon,” his voice lowers down an octave, he whispers, “you’re still in your towel. It’s been an hour since you took a shower.” 

She removes her hands off him, “oh.” She looks down to see he was right, she’s still in her towel. She nods, gulping, “I’ll start getting ready now.” 

Bob adjusts his pants, zipping up his fly. 

Natasha tries to go to the bathroom when Bob stops her. “You’re still on the phone with her.” 

“Crap!” She runs back to her phone, pressing the unmute button, “are you still there?” 

-

You let out a quick scream, throwing your arm out to catch yourself before you fall over. 

-

Natasha raises a brow, glancing over at Bob who’s picking out a pair of socks for the two of them. 

He turns around at the sound of your scream. 

The two raise a brow, concerned about you. “Are you… okay?” 

You huff, pulling up your jeans, adjusting your pant legs, “yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I was- oh crap- I’m trying to pull on,” you grunt, “my jeans and I forgot we were on the phone.” 

“Oh.” They zone out for a second, imaging you in a more… romantic and sultry scenario. 

You pull up your zipper, sighing in relief. “Yeah, sorry. Uh- why you call?” 

She clears her throat, shaking her head, ridding her mind of any inappropriate thoughts she just had. She stands in front of hers and Bob’s shared closet. “I wanted to see if you wanted Bob and I to pick you up?” She grabs the outfit left hanging the closet, courtesy of Bob. 

“I think Jake’s picking me up.” Natasha bites her tongue with a clenched jaw. She turns around, tossing her clothes on the bed. 

He gestures for her to keep talking. 

“Bagman’s picking you up?” 

You nod, grabbing your purse, “yeah. He doesn’t live too far from here and thought it would save me from gas if we carpooled.” 

“He said he wanted you to save gas? He actually said that?” 

“Yeah… Should I have said no?” You ask, confused by her weird behavior. 

Bob takes the phone out of her grasp, “no, no that’s- that’s nice of him.” 

“Hi, Billy Bob,” you greet him with a smile. 

He chuckles, “hey, pretty girl.” 

“What happened to Natasha?” He turns, glancing over at the half-closed bathroom door, knowing she’s annoyed. 

“She’s- uh- she still has to get ready.” 

“Oh, right.” Your phone dings, “hang on.” You pull your phone away from your ear, checking to see who’s texting you, it’s Jake. 

Toothpick Punk 

“Five-minute warning” 5:24pm Sent. Read. 

“Ah, crap.” You bring your phone back to your ear, “hey, I gotta go. Jake’s almost here.”

“Oh, okay.” 

“Bye, I’ll see you two soon, right?” 

“Yeah, we’ll see you soon pretty girl.” 

-

He sets her phone on the dresser before heading towards the bathroom. He pushes open the door, leaning against the doorway, watching her. 

“Is she on her way to the bar?” Natasha asks, spraying on her perfume (gifted to her by you on her birthday a few months ago). 

Bob shrugs, “I assume so, she said he’s on his way to her place.” 

She grinds her teeth, preventing herself from saying anything bad about Jake. 

The WSO sighs, walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “At least we know she’ll get there safely.” 

She scoffs, “she’s gonna be in a car with Bagman. All he’s gonna do is flirt with her on the way there.” 

“Yes, but she won’t know he is.” 

“You can’t think she’s that oblivious to his flirting.” 

He rests his chin on her shoulder, staring at her in the mirror, “she doesn’t seem to notice when we do it.” 

“You mean when I do it.” 

He averts his gaze, finding the sink to be more interesting. “I- I flirt.” 

She raises a brow. 

“I try, at least,” he mumbles. 

She doesn’t say anything. 

“Okay, I want to flirt but I end up saying the opposite of what I think.” 

She reaches up, patting his warm cheek, “it’s okay. It’s cute.” She pecks his cheek, removing his hands from her waist. 

He walks out of the room, searching for his shoes. 

Natasha finishes what she needs to do in the bathroom and walks out as he slips his shoes on. 

“Were you half-dressed the whole time?” 

She chuckles, shaking her head, “you just now noticed? Now you’re wondering how much time we have left, huh?” 

“N- no,” he denies. 

“You’re such a liar.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Really? Tell that to the bulge in your pants.” 

He mutters something under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

-

You lock your front door and jog towards the car, knowing Jake would pull away if you didn’t make it to the car on time. 

You’ll never forget when he did that when he picked you up for everyone’s birthday (except for Bradley, Jake, Natasha, Bob, and Javy because you drove them). 

The door opens. You slip in, closing the door as Jake greets you. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” 

You buckle your seatbelt, “hi!” You glance back over your shoulder, “Hey Javy.” 

He leans forward, resting his chin on the part of the seat near your shoulder, “hey, sweetheart.” 

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. That’s my nickname for her. Find your own.” 

“Find your own,” Javy mimics as he leans back into the seat. 

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. 

And now you’re on your way to the Hard Deck. 

Jakes fills the silence, “You find that funny, don’t you sweetheart.” 

You snort through your nose, “shut up.” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

“I think everyone would.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

Javy shakes his head and opens the message app on his phone to text Jake. 

Big Bad Coyote 

“You sound like an idiot” 5:32pm Sent. Read. 

Big Bad Coyote typing… 

“She doesn’t” Deleted. “You don’t” Deleted. 

Javy shakes his head knowing none of this will end well when Jake talks to you later. All he can do right now, is hope no one gets hurt… too bad. He knows there’s a high possibility that something’s gonna happen, he prays it won’t affect the relationships that have been made, platonic and not. He smiles, listening to your banter, it took the two a while, but they finally got you to open up and it’s been great. 

-

You don’t wait for either of the men to open the car door for you, much to the blond toothpick lover’s annoyance. 

“How many times have I told you to wait for someone to open the door for you?” 

“And how many times have I replied with a “I’m a big girl who can open a door that clearly gets too impatient to wait on your ass”? Huh?” 

He takes large strides, wanting to get closer to you as fast as he could. His eyebrows rise closer to his hairline in confusion, “that’s the first time you’ve said that.” 

You nod, realizing that this is the case. “Yeah, well, now you know.” 

Another car door slams shut. 

“Don’t you walk away from me.” 

“I can’t hear you,” you say before swinging the front door of the bar open. 

-

“Hurry up.” 

“I can only move so fast,” Javy complains to Jake. 

“Well, then move faster.” 

“I would if you didn’t make me do more than I could handle yesterday. My thighs and ass are sore man.” “You weren’t complaining yesterday.” 

“That’s because I didn’t realize how bad it was gonna be later.” 

Jake rolls his eyes, locking his car. 

“Don’t you walk away from me. My ass is on fire because of you!” Javy shouts the last part as the blond opened the door. 

Half of the customers in the bar turn to see what’s going on. 

Jake turns to Javy with a clenched jaw. 

The latter snickers when he realized what he did, he pushes past his friend. 

-

“Hey, you guys,” you greet Callie, Logan, and Brigham, setting down the drinks you got onto your usual table. 

The three wave back, saying their “hello’s” and return to their game of darts. 

The two finally make it over to you (after passing through a crowd of whistler’s), 

Jake immediately snatches a beer off the table. 

“So, are you two,” you cover your mouth as you snicker, “lovers on the down low?” 

The blond had barely swallowed his first sip as he glares at you. 

You bump your elbow with Javy’s. 

“Yeah, and my name is Theodore K. Mullins and Jake is my lover on the down low.” 

“I didn’t come here early just to hear you two fangirl and quote “New Girl”.” 

You roll your eyes, “whatever.” You interlock your arm with Javy’s, “c’mon.” 

“Now where are you two going?” Jake asks. 

“We’re going to play pool before you get too cocky and steal the cue stick from people.” 

“I don’t do that.” 

“Liar. You do it to Billy Bob all the time.” 

He scoffs, shaking his head trying to deny the truth. 

Javy’s lips tug upwards, he turns, looking over his shoulder to give Jake a confident smirk before turning back to you. “I think I’m the one who should be worried. You forget, I’ve seen you trick people.” 

You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t trick people. I win bets, those who play against me never ask if I’m good or not, they just assume. So, I win and that seems to shut them right up.” 

He shakes his head, racking up the pool balls. 

You take the cue stick from Jake, who smiles. “Thanks.” 

“Where’s mine?” Javy asks. 

The man closest to you turns with a frown and furrowed brows, “get your own.” 

“Oh, c’mon.” 

-

You don’t notice when another one of your friends (and fellow pilot) enters the bar, watching the three of you (specifically the way Bagman is being all sweet on you). 

-

He pulls out his phone, dialing his best friend’s number. 

-

Natasha and Bob are barely getting into their car when her phone starts buzzing. She holds her phone up to see it’s Rooster calling. 

Bob answers, holding the phone to put him on speaker. 

“Are you guys on your way?” 

“Yeah, I’m pulling out now,” Natasha answers him. 

“You better hurry.” 

“Why?” 

“Bagman is trying to flirt with your girl.” 

Bob lowers his gaze, checking his own phone to distract him from what he hears. 

She clenches her jaw. “Who?” 

“We’re playing that game tonight. Seriously? I already know how you two feel about her, stop denying it.” 

“I’m,” she sighs, “is she flirting back?” 

“Does she flirt back when you do it to her?” 

“No, but-” 

“But nothing! She likes you, she just- she sucks at understanding when someone flirts with her.” She smirks (already knowing the story because you’ve told her), “why do you sound like you know from experience?” 

“… it was different. I did it for you guys.” 

“Sure, you did.” 

“I was trying to figure out what made you two like her so much.” 

“And did you?” 

“Kind of. She’s kicking Javy’s ass at pool right now. Oh,” he groans. 

“What?” 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“Is Bagman staring her ass?” 

“… no?” 

“We’re almost there.” She tells Bob to hang up. 

-

You pull your phone out of your back pocket, curious to see if anyone texted you and to keep you from getting bored. 

Whenever you get closer towards the end of a game with Javy, he takes (what feels like hours) to take his shot. 

You turn on your phone and smile. 

Billy Bob 

We’re on our way there. Save us a game? 6:05pm Sent. Read. 

Pretty Girl 

Always. I expect to see YOU play tonight 6:05pm Sent. Read. 

Billy Bob 

As long as no one takes the cue from me 6:06pm Sent. Read. 

Pretty Girl 

Don’t worry about that *insert winky face here* 6:07pm Sent. Read. 

-

He chuckles, shaking his head, turning off his phone. 

“What was that?” Natasha asks with a playful tone. 

“Nothing.” 

“What’d she say?” 

“She wants me to play a game of pool tonight.” 

“That sounds like it could be fun.” 

“If I don’t get the cue stick taken away.” 

“That won’t happen.” 

He glances over at her with a raised brow, “what did you do?” 

“Wha- me!? I didn’t do anything. I’m just saying, if she wants you to play, she will. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be.” 

-

“I see the new “it” couple has arrived.” 

You perk up at Javy’s words, tilting your head to see past his bicep as Bob and Natasha barely entering the bar. You look up seeing him watching them walk towards you guys and smirk, using this distraction to your advantage, sinking the eight ball into the corner pocket, “ha ha! Suck it, Javy.” 

He turns around and raises his arms up, “woah, woah. I have been nothing but nice.” 

Too into your head about your victory you don’t notice when Natasha shoves her shoulder into Jake’s as she and Bob pass him. 

“You’re such a liar,” Natasha says, resting her hand on your lower back. 

Javy nods, “you’re right.” 

You two share a smile that holds no tension. 

Now this is why you like hanging out with Javy, you two can be as competitive as you want but it’s all in good fun, there’s no real competition. 

You lean into her side ever so slightly. 

She leans down, whispering, “I see you’ve been winning all on your own.” 

“Am I? I didn’t notice.” 

“You’ve got one too many tricks up your sleeve, huh?” 

You shake your head, “I wouldn’t call them tricks.” 

She tilts her head, a hint of amusement twinkles in her expression, “then what would you call them?” 

You turn to Bob, “what would you say I’m doing? Am I tricking people?” 

“I don’t want to pick sides.” 

“You wouldn’t be picking sides.” 

“I’m gonna go get a few more drinks. I’ll be back.” 

You pout. 

“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.” 

“Of course, you’d worry about that, Bagman,” Natasha sneers. 

He raises his arms in a defensive manner, “I’m just saying. Don’t you to lose your pretty looks, sweetheart,” he winks at you. 

“Really, Jake?” You give him a deadpan expression. 

You don’t notice but when you said his name, the gorgeous woman behind you slides her hand along your lower back to rest her hand on your hip as she pushes herself against you, not too much for you to look back though. 

-

Bob returns, setting the drinks and his peanuts down on the table. He turns to find the tension between Natasha and Jake increased in the short time he was gone. 

-

“Let’s play,” Jake says with a smirk. 

“You’re on.” 

You hand Natasha the cue stick you were using before you step out of their way. 

-

Bob comes to your rescue and guides you over to where he’s sitting. 

“Thanks.” 

He smiles, “it was nothing.”

“Have you watched anymore?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m trying.” 

“Where’d you stop at?” 

He scratches the back of his head, “I’m still on season one but- uh- I think it was episode twelve?” 

“Okay, perfect.” You take your phone out of your back pocket and take the stool out of Bob’s grasp, setting it closer to him. “Come closer. We’re watching it now.” 

“How?” 

“I downloaded the first season. When I told you and Natasha about it, I found myself wanting to watch “New Girl” again.” You wrap a napkin around his soda before setting your phone against it. You turn to ask, “you ready?” 

He looks into your eyes, finding himself getting lost in them, the same way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 

“Bob?” 

He blinks, once, twice, “yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m ready.” 

You smile while pressing play, “good. This one is a funny one.” 

-

Natasha is quick to end the game with Jake, obviously winning. She smirks, walking behind him to hand Javy the cue stick. “How’s it feel to lose to a woman?” 

“I don’t know,” he places a toothpick in mouth, “tell me when you find one.” 

She squints her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She turns around, looking for her boyfriend only to find the two of you cuddled beside one another. 

The sight warms her heart and makes her forget about the insecurities she and Bob share when they think about asking you out, just the thought of you rejecting them is- it tears them down and puts them in a slump. 

She sets the cue stick on the pool table, stepping towards the two of you when the blond, toothpick punk beats her to you. 

-

Jake leans in, resting his hand on your back. “Can I talk to you?” 

You pause the show, exiting the app so you can turn off your phone. You turn in your seat, your knee nudges his hip, “yeah, sure.” 

“Come with me,” he holds your hand, pulling you away from WSO. 

You quickly turn your head to Bob, “I’ll be back in a minute.” 

He nods, his small smile turns into a pout as you get dragged outside. 

Natasha takes the seat you previously occupied, “what was that about?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Do either of you know what that was about?” Bradley asks, sitting in front of the two of them, taking a sip of his beer. 

She turns to look at him with a raised brow, “why do you sound like you know something?” 

He stops, slowly lowering his drink from his mouth. He nervously licks his lips once, “uh- why- uh- why would you say that?” 

“You do know something. What is it?” 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“What are you gossiping hens talking about?” Reuben asks. 

“Funny,” Bradley mumbles, looking down at the suddenly interesting table. 

“Rooster, here, was just about to tell us why Bagman dragged Blue out of here?” 

“You don’t think it has anything to do with their date, do you?” 

The couple don’t move for a few seconds. 

“Their what?” she asks. 

“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything,” Reuben says, noticing the looks on their faces. 

“You think?” Bradley adds. 

“They went on a date?” Bob asks with a sad tone and a frown. 

-

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him, staring at the ocean before glancing over at him. 

He sighs, you can see the way his shoulders sag. 

“Are you okay?” You place your hand on his bicep. 

Jake stares at you and leans in. 

Your heartbeat speeds up, you start panicking internally. You shove his shoulders. 

He jumps, taking a step back, not at all expecting this to be your reaction. “What just happened?” 

You open your mouth to respond but find yourself tongue tied. 

“I thought last night went well. Did you not-” 

“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widen, you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from shouting out another response. 

“I feel like I should be the one apologizing.” 

“No, no you were- it was- God, why is this so hard? I mean I had fun. I did have a nice time, it was… different.” 

“But?” 

“It doesn’t feel right.” 

“What doesn’t feel right?” 

You cover your face, let out a quiet whine, “I don’t know.” 

He won’t admit it (out loud) but, he doesn’t like the sight of you crying or losing your mind- whatever is going on with you, he doesn’t like it, end of story. Jakes takes a step forward, carefully reaching for you, bringing your hands down away from your face. He offers you a small anxious smile, “hey there.” He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. 

You look into his eyes; this really doesn’t feel right. You take a deep breath. 

He leans down, closing his eyes, moving his head closer to you. 

You softly call out his name- his real name, not his call sign or the nickname’s you have for him; you’ve done this before but your tone this time isn’t something he ever wants to hear again. 

He opens eyes, he knows what you’re going to tell him. He shakes his head, “don’t say it- just- don’t say it, sweetheart. I,” he sighs. 

You blink faster than you normally due, trying to prevent the tears pooling in your waterline from falling. You take a deep breath. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep breathing like that, okay?” 

You shake your head when you think of them, you don’t like that he called you by this nickname. 

He rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. “Please,” he begs. 

“I can’t- I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t string you along and give you hope that I like you and want to keep going out with you. It’s not right. I would rather I hurt you with the truth than kiss you with a lie.” 

You feel horrible. You close your eyes, tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on his thumbs. 

Even though you’re hurting him, he’s still willing to help you and wipes away your tears. 

You reluctantly open your eyes and sniff your nose twice. 

He’s crying too. 

You reach up to remove his hands from your cheeks. “I can’t be with someone I don’t have feelings for, and I am not going to try and force myself into liking you. You shouldn’t have to be miserable in a loveless relationship.” You wipe his cheeks. 

His eyes open wide, “it wouldn’t be loveless.” 

You nod, resting your hand on his cheek, “it would be because I don’t love you and I don’t have feelings for you in a romantic way.” 

There’s a fire in his eyes, he shoves your arm away from him as if your touch burned him; he angrily takes a step back. “Then why did you go out with me last night? Huh!” He runs a hand through his hair, “I mean, why did you- why would you go out with me when you know you feel nothing for me?” 

Your lips quiver, you see more than one Jake. “I don’t know,” you cry out. “I don’t know, and I hate myself for it! I know I said I didn’t want to hurt you, but it looks like I did anyway!” You take a deep breath, sucking in as much air as you could with a snot filled nose, “I didn’t think.” 

“That’s all you can say?! You didn’t think?” 

“Stop yelling at me.” 

“NO! You used me!” 

“What? I didn’t-” 

“Did you just go out with me so you wouldn’t be alone?” 

“Why are you putting words in my mouth?” 

“Why aren’t you being honest with me?!” 

“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why I say the wrong things and I don’t know why I agreed to go out with you. I don’t even know why you like me.” You stand still, realizing why you went out with him. 

He huffs, turning away from you so he can walk in the direction of his car. He stops when you continue. 

You snap your eyes shut, “I went out with you because I care about you, as a friend. I wanted to see you happy because you deserve to be happy, Jake. I know lying underneath that hard exterior you have, you’re a good guy and anyone would be lucky to see that. I just- I- I never realized that you were flirting with me every chance you got, and I never put two and two together on the fact that you like me. I never never wanted to hurt you.” 

He nods, staring back at you with a clenched jaw, “yeah, well? Consider this an end to a friendship. I hope you’re happy and find someone just as selfish as you.” 

Your mouth drops open. There’s nothing you can do except blink, staring mindlessly at the ground. 

The back door opens, your quick to wipe your cheeks and step around to the other side, opposite of where Jake went. 

You cover your mouth when your backs hit the wall. You pull your phone out of your pocket and slide down, taking deep breathes to hide the fact that you’re crying. Your body bounces when you sit, crossing your legs, feeling the need to curl up. 

‘Someone just as selfish as you. Selfish as you. Selfish as you.’ 

‘Am I really?’ 

-

Bradley steps away from the, now, depressed couple. He sighs, this isn’t how he wanted anyone to spend their night. He catches something moving in the corner of his eyes, he turns his head finding Jake speed into the bar, the door slamming behind him. 

He moves to the bar, a few women that had been ogling him earlier immediately flock to him. He doesn’t push them off and wraps his arms around the two but, there’s something missing. 

Where the hell- 

“I gotta go,” Bradley says, setting down his drink. He briskly walks outside, searching for you. He looks to the side, holding onto the wall as he searches for you in the dark. 

The hard sniffles tell him he might be in the right area. 

He steps past the corner, squatting beside you. His lips thin, he sighs, reaching for you. 

You let out a quiet scream, smacking his shoulder. 

He falls and your quick to spit out your apologies. 

“Oh, man. I’m sorry, Bradley.” 

He pushes himself up with a chuckle, wiping his shoulders, he sits beside you. 

You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You wanna go home?” 

You nod, “but, I don’t have my keys.” 

“Never fear, Bradley is here.” 

You let out a quiet snort. 

He pushes himself off the ground and reaches for you. 

You stare up at him with your bloodshot eyes and tilt your head, as if to say, “I can’t go back in there”. 

He nods, holding his hand closer to you, “I’ll get your purse,” he rummages through his pocket, “you can sit in my car.” 

“How many have you had?” 

“I didn’t finish my first drink if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” 

You grip his hand tight as he hauls you up. You two walk to his car, he opens the door, closing it once you settle in the front seat. 

He puts his keys in the ignition, rolling the windows down before he jogs back to the bar in search of your purse. 

-

He’s quick to pass Jake, who’s still entertaining a couple of women plus their friends. 

Natasha and Bob are playing darts beside Callie, Logan, and Brigham looking like they’re all having fun. He walks by the table and grabs your purse when 

Javy steps in front of him. “You taking her home?” 

Bradley nods, “yeah.” 

“Keep her safe, yeah?” 

“Of course.” 

“I’m putting a lot of trust into you right now-” 

“Wha-” 

“She thinks of you like a brother, and I know you’re a good guy. I do. But I also know you and Jake haven’t had a good friendship ever. I’m sure you know, this is gonna be when people choose who they want to stay with, I need you to stay with her. I can’t because he’ll feel like everyone is against him and we need his head in the game.” 

“What about Blue?” 

“If she has her brother by her side, I know she’ll be able to get through this.” Bradley nods. 

Javy steps to the side, giving him room to pass by. 

-

He closes the car door and hands you your purse. 

You take it, setting it on the ground as you sniffle. 

He turns on the radio, putting it on a low volume knowing you need something to help distract you. 

-

He parks the car in your designated parking spot. 

The radios off and your quiet sniffles are the only thing he can hear other than the crickets chirping in the night. “Are you gonna be okay?” 

“No.” 

“… I meant if you were left alone.” 

“Still no but, I’ll manage.” 

“You don’t need to do this.” 

“Do what?” 

“Shut people out.” 

“It’d be safer if I did.” You open the door and hop out, leaning in, “thank you for driving me home.” The door slams shut. You turn, walking towards your building. 

“Hey, wait- oh god- I’m fine. I’m fine.” 

The car beeps, letting the two of you know it’s locked. 

“You need some place to crash, right?” 

He matches your pace, bumping his arm against yours, “yeah. You know anybody I could ask?” He jokes. 

“I know this nice group of older ladies, who meet up for book club every Thursday, and I know for a fact that Doris would take you for a ride.” 

-

You open your purse, pulling out your keys. “Speaking of,” you mutter, hearing the familiar creek of her door opening. “Hi, Doris.” 

“Hello, dear. Who’s your scrumptious friend?” 

“He’d break too easily for you.” 

“At least, he would have fun. Are you alright?” 

You turn to her, offering the weakest smile you can make, “I’m fine. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 

“It’s never too late to have fun.” 

An older man exits her room, bidding her a goodnight with a peck on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, Henry.” 

“Goodnight indeed.” 

“You two get some sleep. And you,” Doris points to Bradley, who freezes, “you take care of her. She’s well liked here. If anyone of us hear that you or someone else hurt her-” 

“Goodnight, Doris!” You quickly walk into your dark apartment. You reach for the light switch on the wall, squinting when the lights turn on. 

-

Doris pulls Bradley down, holding onto his forearm, “you’ve got nice arms, young man.” 

“Uh- thank you?” 

“Never mind that. You watch out for her, alright? She’s a sweet girl who needs someone to take care of her.” 

“We’re not-” 

“I know. I know. You are the one she calls her brother. I need you to take care of her.” 

He nods, “I will ma’am, I promise.” 

She scoffs, “ma’am, so polite but makes me sound old. Anyway,” she pats his arms. “You go in there and lock the door, alright.” 

“Yes…” 

“Say it.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Doris releases her grip on Bradley and walks into her own apartment, not before she gives him a hard look, so he knows she means business. 

-

He closes the door and locks it, stepping into the living room. “She’s uh- she’s something.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You walk down the short hallway, grabbing a shirt and sweatpants. You hold the items for him to take, “here.” 

He glances back and forth at you and the clothes. “Take the clothes and go to sleep.” 

“I’m not leaving you alone. No more tears are gonna be shed tonight, alright?” 

You purse your lips at him and sniff, “fine.” 

“Good… I know I just said I don’t want you to be alone, but I’ve got to wash off whatever I sat in when I found you.” 

You roll your eyes and smile, “you know where everything is. I’ll grab your clothes and do laundry after.” 

“You’re the best,” he pecks the top of your head and runs to the bathroom. 

‘Selfish.’ 

You gulp, turning to look at the TV. “Maybe I can find something stupid to watch.” You grab the remote and search through your numerous streaming devices. You stop browsing, “this could work.” 

-

“I don’t know where to put these.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin, “Jesus- fucking- Rooster! You asshole.” You snatch the clothes from him, “your ass is grass.” 

“My ass is what?” 

“I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back.” 

“If I’m asleep by the time you come back, don’t be surprised.” 

“I am not gonna take that long.” 

“Okay, our stuff is in the washing machine so, now we can watch a movie.” 

“What you find?” He asks, stuffing his face with popcorn. 

You raise a brow, “glad to see you helped yourself.” 

“Me too. What’d you pick?” 

“Footloose.” 

“The new one or the old one?” 

“The old one obviously. Why would I choose the new one? It sucks.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

“We can agree to disagree. Plus, you got good ol’ Kevin Bacon and his magical gymnastics scene.” 

“Yeah, he looks good there.” 

You stare at him from the corner of your eye before turning your head in his direction, “I didn’t comment on his looks.” 

He briefly pauses mid-bite, “it was implied.” 

“Okay… I can’t believe you find him hot.” You giggle as he tosses a handful of popcorn at you. 

Once he stops, you start eating whatever landed on your shirt. 

“You better clean this up.” 

“I am. I am.” 

His phone lights up, a text notification, you can’t see who it is and honestly, you don’t want to think about it right now. 

You didn’t even bring your phone out with you. 

-

Javy drags Jake out of his friend’s car. “You couldn’t have eased up on the drinks?” 

The blond shakes his head. 

Javy’s lucky he was able to get Jake in bed before he fell asleep. The man sighs, shaking his head as walks into his room, settling in his bed. He pulls his phone off the nightstand, opening your chat. He knows you won’t want to hear this but it’s all he can do right now. 

Big Bad Coyote 

“I’m sorry for what he did tonight.” 10:49pm Sent. Read. 

“I’m here for you, if you want to complain about Jake.” Deleted. 

He sets his phone on the nightstand and rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this.” 

-

Jake isn’t as tired as Javy thought and struggles to pull his phone out of his pocket. 

He dials your number. “Hey, it’s- it’s Jake. I didn’t mean it… any of it. I am sorry. I am an idiot and I- oh god.” 

He drops his phone and runs into the bathroom. 

The remainder of the message contains him groaning and asking if he’s dying. 

-

The next few days were okay. 

You were lucky (not really) that you were able to ignore those you’re close to, at Top Gun and on your phone. 

You thanked God every day that Rooster stuck by your side (even though you’re sure he’s been telling the others what’s going on). 

Today was a rare day when Maverick wanted to do a little one on one even though you’ll be up in the sky with a few of the others. 

It seems as though he’s in a great mode and that means you’re his first victim. 

It wasn’t bad, everything was actually going pretty well. 

You were flying around, practicing a couple of moves you could never quite right. You felt good, better than before. You felt like you were doing pretty good, you’re actually smiling and joking around with Fanboy, Omaha, and Fritz. 

Once you successfully completed those moves, Maverick moved onto Fanboy. 

You were feeling cocky and thought you could do it again, both engines blow out. You’re doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crashing but, it’s kind of hard when you have people screaming. 

“Eject! Eject Blue!” Maverick shouts. “You can’t save it.” 

Dammit! You know he’s right. 

“Pull it!” The others scream. 

You reach up, “I’m…trying!” Your radio starts cutting in an out. 

“Pull the ejection handle!” 

“I’m… try- stop… me… won’t… scared.” You’re praying for a miracle. 

You yank one last time with all that you’ve got: the fear of dying, the adrenaline that’s keeping you going, the anger of you ignoring everyone, the sadness of never seeing anyone again. You don’t open your eyes… you hope you’re still breathing when you touch the ground. 

-

Pete has to stop Bradley from doing something stupid. 

“I can’t leave her out there alone.” He shoves his shoulders, “you’ve got to let me go.” 

The older man shakes his head, “I can’t do that.” 

“You need to move before I do something we’ll both regret.” Pete can see the tears welling up in the young man’s waterline. He sighs, “we’ve already got someone going out there to find her. She needs you here, not running off into danger.” 

Bradley grips Pete’s flight suit tightly between his shaking, clenched fists. 

The man pulls him into a hug. The older man glances over his shoulder, finding Cyclone standing there. 

The two nod at one another. 

Pete pats Bradley’s back, “let’s go see her.” 

-

The pilot with the nostalgic mustache enters first, wanting to see you before anyone- other than Cyclone- wait Cyclone?! 

“Sir?” Bradley whispers. 

The Admiral doesn’t move and continues to sit by your side. 

“I’ll talk to you later,” he pats your forearm and pushes himself out of his seat. He leans forward to kiss the top of your head. 

“Bye, dad.” 

Cyclone stops in front of Bradley, “I expect you to take care of her and watch her back, you hear?” 

“Please go,” you whine. 

“I need to know my daughter is safe up in the air. I can’t get to you but we both know the risks that come with the job.” 

“The risks that come with the job,” you say at the same time. 

He nods, “exactly.” 

And he’s gone. 

“That’s your dad? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” 

You give him a deadpan expression. 

He glances over at the table beside your bed. 

“I didn’t want anyone to judge me based on who my dad is,” you mutter, picking at the blanket. 

-

Javy and Natasha run towards the nurse’s station. 

The head nurse, Diane, glances up from her clipboard with a raised brow. 

“Where’s Blue?” 

“You two know I can’t do that. It’s against regulation.” 

Natasha slams her hand on the desk, “screw regulation! Tell us where she is… please?” 

Diane sighs, “I know you two want to know where she is and how she’s doing but, I can’t do that.” 

Javy gulps, “can you- can you at least tell us if she-” 

“She didn’t sustain any life-threatening injuries.” 

The two let sighs of relief. 

“Can she have any visitors?” 

“What did I just tell you?” 

“Hey, hey,” Bradley interrupts. “It’s okay. I’ll take it from here.” 

Diane narrows her eyes at him, “I told you five minutes.” 

“Yeah, but you can’t resist me, admit it.” 

“You three have until four, that’s when I switch shifts.” 

The three say their thanks and briskly walk to your room. 

-

The door opens, you expect to find Bradley with your water but, it’s Jake. 

He awkwardly stands in front of the door after closing it. He reminds you of a little kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“I think you’re in the wrong room.” 

He shakes his head, “no.” 

“Well- you can see I’m clearly fine now you can turn around and pretend you never saw me, okay?” 

“I can’t do that.” 

“It’s worked well for everyone else.” 

“That’s because you pulled away and stopped talking to all of us.” 

“So, I wouldn’t hurt you or anyone else.” 

“And you thought pulling away was better?” 

You lift your up, covering your eyes like you would if you were protecting your eyes from the sun. “I can’t do this right now.” 

“No, you don’t get to do that now-” 

“I know!” Your hand flies off your face. The tears stream down your cheeks. “I know! I fucked up but it was better that I be honest with you now than break your heart more later.” 

He nods, “you’re right.” 

You sniff, “I am?” 

“Yeah.” 

He moves to sit in the chair closest to the bed, “I’ll admit I didn’t react in the most… respectful way.” 

You open your mouth to respond, he holds his hand up to stop you. 

“Just- let me say what I need to say, okay?” 

You nod. 

“I was hurt, it really hit me deep with what you said. I didn’t think it was going to end that way but, I’m glad it did.” 

“What?” 

He shushes you. “You were right. I just- I don’t know how but I got confused.” 

“Confused about what?” 

“I- honestly, I don’t know but, I had some time to think about it and you were right. It was better for you to be honest with me and not lead me on and make me think we have something special when we really don’t.” 

“Oh.” 

“I also said some… things that weren’t entirely directed at you but more so myself.” 

“How- what?” 

“I said you were selfish but that isn’t true. You told me the cold honest truth and I got pissed… I was- I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?” 

“Losing you.” 

“How would you lose me?” 

“To those two lovesick idiots.” 

“Who?” 

“Don’t tell me you don’t know that Baby on Board and Princess Phoenix are in love with you.” 

You shake your head with furrowed brows, “n- no they’re not.” 

He nods, smirking, “oh, believe me, they are.” He takes note of you expression, “you don’t know.” 

“I never- I didn’t. Oh my god. Oh my god.” 

“If it would make you feel better, I could say I wasn’t being serious.” 

You smack him, “no that wouldn’t help.” 

He deflects your hand. “Don’t hit the face.” 

You slump back, “I can’t believe it.” 

The door opens. 

You two look to find Bradley, Javy, and Natasha entering the room.

They rush towards you; the latter grabs your hands. She stares at you with wide eyes as she pets your head, pulling you closer to hug you. 

One of the guys lets out an ‘oof’. 

You peek over her bicep to see Bob adjusting his glasses. He turns to you and looks relieved. 

Jake grabs Bradley and Javy’s necks, forcing them out the door. “We’ll leave you three alone.” 

Natasha pulls back, not letting go of your hands. 

“Are you- are you okay?” Bob asks, sitting in the chair Jake sat in before. 

“I’m… fine.” 

“Fine isn’t good. Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse?” 

You glance over at Bob, pleading him for help with your eyes. 

He nods, pushing himself out of the chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gets her to sit down, moving the bring his chair closer to her. “Breathe.” 

“I am breathing,” she says with a clenched jaw. 

“If you two want to leave I’d understand.” 

Natasha turns to you, an upset expression now present on her face, “and why would we want to leave?” 

“So, you two wouldn’t have to sit here feeling uncomfortable.” 

“Why would we be uncomfortable?” 

“I don’t know,” you whisper, closing your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. 

“No, tell me what you mean?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“I don’t know isn’t good enough. Why did you stop talking to us? To everyone?” 

“Nat,” Bob pleads quietly, latching onto her wrist. 

She shrugs him off, “no, I need to know. We deserve an answer.” 

You clench the blanket between your shaking fists, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. You exhale a cry before fully sobbing, you struggle to breath which leads to you hyperventilating. 

Bob is quick to push himself out of the chair, moving beside her so he can pull you into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair. He looks back at his girlfriend who looks at you with a sense of worry and guilt, when he catches her gaze, he gestures for her to move around your other side. 

She crawls in behind you, pulling one hand into hers, squeezing your hand every so often. 

Your cries seem to have dwindled, now you realize your smushed between the two. You don’t know what to do. 

“Scoot over,” Bob lightly orders, unwrapping his from you. 

You pull back with your head down, you don’t want to look either of them in the eye. Natasha moves, resting her head on your shoulder. You bring your knees up, giving the two room to stretch out a little better. Bob settles on the other side of you, he hesitantly places his hand on your thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

“You shouldn’t be sorry. I am I-” 

You cut her off, “I don’t mean about now. I’m,” you sigh. “I’m sorry for what’s been going on between me and everyone.” 

“It’s okay," Bob adds. 

“You shouldn’t try to diffuse the situation just because.” 

“It’s not just because,” he argues. “Yeah, it sucked with you not talking to a lot of us but what was worse was the fact that we didn’t know you had gotten into an accident. Maverick’s been working us in all these different directions and we- we were really scared about you, okay?” 

“Okay,” you nod. 

“What made you stop talking to us?” Natasha whispers. 

“Jake said somethings and I thought they might be true.” 

“You listened to Bagman?” 

“Nat,” he starts to say. 

“I’m sorry but, if we’re gonna be listening to stupid people then we shouldn’t be up in the air.” 

You chuckle through your nose, “that’s a thought.” 

“Whatever he said isn’t important and not true at all, right?” Bob directs his gaze to Natasha. 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t listen to him anyway.” 

“He did bring something else up that made me realize something.” 

“If it’s something bad about you-” 

“Nothing like that,” you shake your head, squeezing her hand. “Promise.” 

She nods. 

“He said there were a couple of people here who are… in love with me?” 

They pause their movements, suddenly scared of how this conversation will end. “And… then… I- uh- I realized I- I feel the same way.” 

“You do?” Bob questions, wanting to make sure he and Natasha are understanding you correctly. 

“I really do, I just- I never realized it before… even though it was pretty obvious.” 

“I take it back; you can listen to Bagman on a rare occasion.” 

You hide your face in his arm to hide your laughter. 

“Does this mean after you get discharged, we can take you out on a date?” asks Bob. 

“If that’s what you two want to do.” 

She pushes herself off you, cupping your chin between her thumb and first two fingers, “when you’re given the okay, we’re going on the best date you’ve ever been on. One that tops whatever you think your best date was and then we’re going to ask if you’ll be our pretty girl, okay?” She nods with a certain dominant way. 

You immediately nod, staring at her with a slight dazed expression, “yes, ma’am.” 

She leans into closer, studying you before she pecks your lips twice, settling beside you once again. 

You pout, “that wasn’t fair.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” 

You turn to Bob and offer him your most pathetic pitiful expressions. “She’s mean.” 

“You stayed away from us and didn’t let us see your pretty face.” 

Your jaw drops. 

“Let’s watch something before nurse buzzkill comes back and tells us to leave,” says Natasha. 

You reach over him and grab your phone, opening Netflix so you can continue watch New Girl. 

“Did we already watch this?” 

You and he shush her. “Can’t we watch a different episode?” You two shush her again. 

-

The nurse opens the door, prepared to tell the two it’s time to pack it up and stop whatever it is your doing but, she can’t. 

She rolls her eyes, “kids.” 

The door clicks shut, and a tired, groggy Bob sets your phone on the table. 

-

You’re being discharged today, and everyone was practically fighting on who would take you home. You don’t need a babysitter or someone watching over you but that doesn’t stop them from trying. 

Pete called for the others and of course, they were reluctant to go, the only one that wasn’t called in was Jake. 

Beau enters the room, watching as Jake worries over you and you pushing him away. “Let me,” he steps in, helping you out of bed. 

“I can help her from her, sir,” Jake assures your father. 

“I hear you but, I’d rather help my daughter as much as I can right now.” 

The blond’s brows furrow, “daughter? Where?” He turns to you. 

You give him a sheepish grin and a small shrug. 

He shakes his head, “no.” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“… yes.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’m afraid so.” 

“Afraid so?” Beau chimes in. 

“You’re no prize. Everyone here is afraid of you, not counting Maverick.” 

“That’s because he’s stupid.” 

“Or he has a lot of balls.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Do I though?” 

You push his hands away from you, “I can walk on my own.” 

“You’re related?” 

“Is he still on that?” Beau asks you. 

You nod, “he probably won’t shut up about it.” 

“I don’t know if I should be concerned with my decision on bringing him here.” 

“You definitely should be,” you joke. 

“Let me take you home.” 

“You have to work.” 

“I can take the afternoon off.” 

“We both know that won’t happen. I love you dad but, you can’t leave. We can have dinner or something.” 

He sighs, “fine but if he,” he points to a flabbergasted Jake, “tries anything you let me know.” 

“He won’t but thank you.” 

He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I expect to meet the other two when we have dinner.” 

You pull back, “who?” 

He raises a brow, “the two that were asleep in your bed.” 

You feel hot all of a sudden. “Who- who- there was- uh- no one there- with- with me.” 

“I just want to meet them, that’s it.” 

“That’s it?” 

-

“That’s your dad?” 

You whirl around, poking him with your index finger, “would you shut up.” 

“When have you ever known me to shut up?” 

You groan. 

“We’re gonna be having a party at your place tonight.” 

“My place? A party- woah- what?” “Don’t say anything just be there, okay?” 

You pout, “do I have to?” 

“Yeah, you have to.” 

“But do I really?” 

“Your lovers will be there.” 

Your cheeks feel hot, “don’t say lovers.” 

He smirks and whispers, “lovers.” 

You squint at him. 

He can tell there’s something off with you and takes off running. 

“Get back here!” You chase after him. 

“No!” He shouts over his shoulder, “you’ll try and hit me. I can’t have you ruining the money maker.” 

“But that’s exactly why I need you to stop.” 

-

“Hey there, Mrs. D.” 

You sigh, “please don’t make chit chat with my neighbors.” 

“What can I say? The ladies love me,” Jake throws a wink in Doris’ direction. 

“He’s right, dear. He’s got the moves, let him use them, even if it’s on an old lady.” 

“You are anything but old, Doris Day.” 

She chuckles, “you two have fun with your small party.” 

“Thank you, Doris. You have a good rest of you day.” 

“You know I will, good looking.” 

You close your door and spin around, surprised to see everyone casually sitting or cooking in your kitchen. 

“She’s here,” Javy announces. “Hey, how are you?” 

You shake your head, “don’t give me that sympathetic tone. I’m fine. I’m good. We’re here to hangout not have a pity party.” 

Javy raises his hands, “fine, fine. No more sympathy.” He glances over at a cocky looking Jake. “Why’s he so smug?” 

“Doris-” 

“I love her.” 

“Everyone does. Anyway, Doris fed into his ego and now he’s lost his mind.” 

He nods, “ah.” 

“Yep.”

Natasha and Bob move towards Javy, offering small smiles. 

Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “hey you two.” 

Bradley groans. 

“What?” You ask. 

“You three are gonna be all sweet and lovey dovey and ugh.” 

Natasha smirks, shoving Jake to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You jealous?” 

He grumbles with his head down as he walks away. 

Jake snickers as he follows after him. 

Javy shakes his head, “I’m happy you’re okay.” 

You wave him off, “yeah, yeah. Me too, Javy.” 

He smiles, turning his head when he hears groaning. Javy sighs, watching as Jake holds his stomach and Bradley stands there smiling like a little kid eating a piece of candy. 

“Should we help him?” Bob asks you two. 

Natasha shakes her head, “no.” She applies to slightest amount of pressure to your waist, guiding you towards the couch, “let’s sit.” 

“I’m not a dog,” you complain. 

“I didn’t give you a command,” she leans in closer, whispering, “unless you want me to.” 

You hum, “looks like someone’s caught Jake’s cocky bug.” 

“I take offense to that.” 

Natasha sits on your right, Bob on your left. 

“What exactly are we doing here?” You ask. 

Mickey and Reuben make themselves comfortable on the floor beside your legs. “Movie night,” the former answers with a mouth full of pasta. 

The latter smacks his shoulder, “dude, don’t talk with your mouth full.” 

“She asked.” 

“Chew your food before you talk.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to chew my food before I-” Mickey takes a deep breath, choking on the small amount of food left in his mouth. 

His floor buddy slaps his back trying to help him. 

You reach forward and raise his arms. 

Once he catches his breath and takes a sip of water. “I’m just gonna sit here and not talk,” Mickey says with a raspy voice. 

“Here you go,” Bradley holds out a bowl of pasta in front of you, slightly leaning on the couch. 

You throw your head back, giving him a wide smile before you start inhaling eating your pasta. 

Javy hands Bob and Natasha their bowls before settling down on one of the chairs near the TV. 

Bradley and Jake fight over the other open chair. 

You snort, watching the two act like children. 

“Are you two ever going to stop,” Natasha waves her hand at the two, “whatever that is?” 

“I will when Chicken gives me the seat.” 

“Like hell I will.” 

“Leave them be. They’ll tire themselves out sooner or later,” you tell her. “Oh hey, where are the others?” You ask out loud. 

“Halo went to go visit her family,” Reuben answers. 

“Fritz and Omaha went out on a double date.” 

“Double date? Good for them. What about the other two?” 

“Harvard has a bad headache and stayed home, and Yale wanted to go grocery shopping, said this was the best and only time he could go.” 

Javy shushes you two, “the movies starting.” 

You and Natasha groan. “Why are we watching this crap?” You ask.

“The new footloose is amazing. Do not tarnish its good name,” Bradley says, sitting beside Jake’s legs. “Oh, and Bob picked it.” 

“Are you for real?” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. 

You turn to Bob, peck his cheek, and say, “you made an excellent choice, Billy Bob.” 

“What if I said I chose it?” Jake chimes in. 

“I’d beat you with your bowl.” 

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” 

“Nope,” you rest your head against Bob’s shoulder. 

“It’s starting.” 

Numerous complaints echo around the room, all telling Mickey to shut up. 

-

Everyone’s fallen asleep or fighting the urge to close their eyes. 

You manage to escape Bob and Natasha’s hold so you can get blankets for everyone. 

Javy and Reuben immediately cuddle into their blankets. 

Mickey smacks his floor buddy when to steal his blanket. 

You set a pillow between the two, hoping that it will stop them from fighting. 

You move onto Bradley and Jake, setting their blankets on top of them but you have to angle the former another way or else he’s gonna be kicked in the face. 

You set a blanket on Natasha first, watching as she snuggles into it before setting your last blanket on Bob. You grab the pile of bowls and set it in the sink, letting them soak for the night. You try to sneak between the two once again when you see Bob crack one eye open. “Hey,” you whisper, settling in the empty space. 

“Where’s your blanket?” 

You curl your arms around yourself, “I’m fine.” 

He pulls you closer to him, tossing some of his blanket onto you. 

Natasha curls into your side, throwing a little bit of her blanket onto you. 

“I feel like we should move.” 

“What makes you say that?” His breath tickles against your ear. 

“Besides the fact that we’re scrunched up on the couch, nothing.” 

“Should we?” 

“We can. If you want to?” 

“Do you?” 

A hand grasps yours and Bob’s wrists, pulling you into your room. 

You turn around, staring at Natasha. “Get in bed. It’ll be better for us to get some sleep in here.” 

You two nod. 

“Who’s gonna be in the middle?” You ask, pulling the sheets back. 

“You,” she answers. 

You three settle into the bed with Bob and Natasha snuggling into you. 

-

Once everyone was awake and their brains were functioning enough, they decided to head home to get ready for a night out. 

-

“Well, well, well,” Jake says, checking you out up and down. “Someone’s dressed to impress.” 

You look down, checking out your outfit, finding yourself wearing your usual jeans and shirt combo. 

With the heat during summer, it’s best to wear no layers. 

You shake your head, preparing to take your shot (after snatching the cue stick from him). 

“I’m not dressed to impress anyone. I’m comfortable. And you just lost.” 

-

“Is he hitting on her?” Natasha asks out loud, not aiming her question to anyone specifically. 

“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” Bradley says. “Don’t focus on that now.” 

She scoffs, “how can I not?” 

Bob returns, setting another round down before he starts munching on his snack of the night. 

“Do you see this?” She asks him. 

“This is their friendship… and he can’t turn it off.” 

Bradley snickers into his hand. 

Jake loses his smile, his eyes going back and forth between the corner pocket and where you stand. “How- wait- did you take my shot?” 

“No, I didn’t.” You walk away, standing before the two with a wide smile. “Hi, you two.” 

Throat clearing sounds come from your left, you turn to them with annoyed expression, “and hi, dumbass one and dumbass two.” 

“We prefer hunky Hawaiian shirt with a porn stache’ and the sexy Coyote,” Javy replies. 

Bradley turns to him with an offended expression. “Why are you hating on my mustache?” 

“I’m not but, you honestly can’t blame me for saying that,” Javy tries to defend himself. 

“Yeah, I can. I’ve gotten more numbers than you so far, I’d say it’s working like a charm.” 

“What do you think would happen to that confidence if I shaved it?” Jake interrupts. 

Bradley pushes himself out of the chair, “woah! Woah! Nobody and I mean nobody is shaving it.” 

Jake and Javy glance at each other while Bradley runs away. 

-

“Ignore them. How are you two?” You ask. 

Natasha grins, pulling you and Bob closer. 

You try to pull back, so you don’t smush yourself into him, but she is relentless. You grab both of their wrists and pull them outside, unlocking Bob’s car with his keys (which you stole to put in your purse or else he would have lost them, again). 

-

You open the trunk, making them sit on the blanket you set in the back. 

Natasha hums when you settle in between the two, “so this is why you wanted the car?” 

“Partly, but I also thought we could leave early and watch a movie back here or maybe we could just stay here until everyone’s done and then we go home, or we could-” You expected her to cut you off from your rambling when you realize your head is turned in Bob’s direction and his (very) kissable lips are moving against yours. You copy his actions, feeling yourself losing your breath. You swear you melt inside. 

“Don’t hog her,” Natasha teases as she drags her fingertips against your arm. 

He pulls back, “I’m not,” he says against your lips. 

You take a moment before you open your eyes, staring up at the two, who are watching you look at them dazed expression. “What was I saying?” You whisper. 

Natasha shakes her head, “it’s not important.” 

A loud smacking makes the two of you break eye contact with her. 

She tilts her head, “did you steal her gum?” 

He pauses, staring at her through his lashes (his attempt at an innocent/ puppy dog look), “no?” 

“You’re such a liar.” 

“I didn’t go searching for it.” 

She shakes her head, “whatever.” She turns to look at you, “what’s got you so smiley?” 

You shake your head, “nothing just,” you exhale, “I’m really happy.” 

She smiles, bending down, pecking your lips, “good.” 

“Can we watch more “New Girl”?” he asks. 

“You’ve got him obsessed with that show.” 

“It’s a good show,” you argue. 

“Turn it on.” 

Her and Bob settle on either side of you, “ready?” 

Bob reaches forward and presses play. 

-

When Bradley and Javy exit the bar in search of you three, they look through the window and find the three of you snuggled together. 

Javy nods to his new sidekick. 

-

The door opens, scaring you and Bob. 

“What the hell?!” You sit up, smacking the two. 

“What?” asks Javy, who’s laughing his ass off. 

“We wanted to pop in. Say hi,” Bradley answers, pulling away from you, not wanting to be smacked. 

“So much for a quiet night,” you mumble. 

“You knew this was going to happen,” Natasha says, still laying down. 

“I hoped it wouldn’t have.” 

“At least we got to watch a couple more episodes,” Bob adds with a small smile. 

You shake your head, hiding your smile.  

[anika-ann]

X-sentence Saturday 

...or whatever...

aka I wrote fluff and I wanted to share an excerpt from yet-to-be-named one shot 🙈🥰

Also I’m not saying this was inspired by a pic, but I’m also not saying it wasn’t. Pic source in the image (@luvinchris )

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 289 Warniings: death by fluff

-.-.-.-

You weren’t sure who moved first, who leaned in; but at last, his lips were on yours, soft and careful as if you’d disappear if he pushed further just minutely.

Your head spun as his two-day stubble prickled against your sensitive skin, just as you had imagined it would; but he got your back and wouldn’t let you fall. Both of his hands now held your face firmly, yet with unmistakable tenderness.

He held you as if you were something precious, something he would never drop, but feared could slip from his fingers any minute. As if you could ever.  

Your hands came to life, reaching for his bicep and shoulder, as much as the splint on your dominant hand allowed; it must have spurred him on, because his lips parted slightly, moulding into yours with intent, drawing a small whimper of bliss. You yielded to his gentle strength, revelling in his affection, fighting to stay without oxygen just a second longer now that you got to kiss him at last.

Now that you felt like you were home.

Whether it was the serum or some sixth sense of his, he released your lips just as you needed to breath in, but he didn’t go far; his lips were a whisper from yours, exchanging a few more pecks, your smile growing with each encounter, your heart singing when his thumbs stroked your cheeks, tucked unruly strands of hair behind your ear, nose caressing yours.

Steve practically smothered you with tender affection, overwhelming your body with love and delight. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you kissed his cheek and then rested your forehead against his, both of you smiling wide and basking in the glow of each other’s presence.

-.-.-

Do your cheeks hurt? My cheeks hurt-

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[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

“If we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs”

Characters - Mickey Henry, Female Reader

Words - 358

Warnings - fingering (f receiving), female masturbation, voyeurism

a/n - I wrote three of my favourites tonight! Please enjoy the smut, there's no plot here. Also please enjoy this gif of Mickey because I certainly will 😏

You laid out the picnic blanket and spread out the food you bought from the market that morning.

Mickey met you there, a bottle of tequila in his hands and a bag filled with snacks. The sun was punishing hot today and you passed the SPF to him, asking him to make sure your back and shoulders were covered.

He squirted some of the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together and slowly coating your skin. The cool feel of his rings against your already hot skin sent a shiver down your spine, "I think I should make sure your legs are protected too." You smiled and shook your head, watching as he positioned himself at your feet. He grabbed a berry and leaned over you, pushing it in your mouth and winking before lifting your leg and running his hands over it.

He looked around the area and noticed there weren't many people around as his hands travelled further up, pushing the skirt of your thin sundress higher and higher. You bit your lip waiting for him to notice, it didn't take long. His fingers lightly grazed your already wet cunt before bringing them up to his mouth to taste you.

You watched with an open mouth as he sucked them clean, one by one, moaning at the taste of you, "Fuck, if we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs." He lifted your skirt and just stared at you, licking his lips and grabbing his phone out of his pocket.

"Spread those legs for me, show me what I'm missing out on." You looked behind you, pleased that the other people were distracted enough before you spread your legs wide. You watched his face closely as you ran your fingers through your slick and slowly teased your clit. You knew he was recording and made sure to put on a good show for him.

It really didn't take long at all before you were cumming, a sheen of sweat coating your chest as the midday sun burned high in the sky. "Fuck sweetheart, let's get you home. I can't wait much longer."

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[mythtiide]

FNATIHEADS i need to know . how do yall imagine what henrys body looks like inside the mickey costume because i always imagined him being like basically soup