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collinrobinsonsglasses · 6 months

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Too Soft to be a Pirate

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

Chapter 4 of a series, but I think this one can be read by itself. <3

Summary: Blackbeard invades Stede Bonnet's ship. It follows along with the chaos of season 1 episode 4. When the reader thinks they're facing death they decide to shoot their shot with Izzy.

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Chapter 4: Discomfort in a Married State

Among all the pirate ships you’d encountered in your time sailing with Blackbeard, Stede Bonnet’s ship stood out as the most unique. The ship's cabins were stocked with an assortment of knick-knacks and exquisite china. The majority of your morning was devoted to wandering the ship, discovering its hidden treasures.

Stede Bonnet’s crew had been assembled on the deck, currently enduring the wrath of Izzy Hands. Recognizing that you would soon be drawn into the chaos, you took a moment to enjoy the temporary peace. You stumbled upon Fang fixated on one of the cabinets. The shelves were lined with a spectacle of intricately decorated tea cups resting on saucers.

“I like these!” Fang whispered to you as you joined him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Look at all the pretty little flowers painted on them”.

“I like them too,” you responded smiling, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

Fang had an intimidating presence upon first glance. His stature was imposing, and he was a skilled fighter, capable of unleashing fierceness when he needed to. Yet, the Fang you had come to know was surprisingly gentle and sensitive. He was like a colossal teddy bear–a teddy bear with the potential to be lethal, but over the year of knowing him, you couldn’t help but grow more fond of his sensitive side.

Ivan found both you and Fang, each holding a teacup close to your faces, thoroughly examining every little detail on the delicate glass. Ivan joined you in examining the teacups for a while before letting you know that Izzy had summoned everyone to the deck. You followed behind Fang and Ivan, joining Bonnet’s crew just as one of the men remarked that he expected Blackbeard to be taller. Fang delivered a solid whack to Black Pete’s stomach, earning a swift reprimand from Blackbeard.

As Blackbeard delivered his opening speech to Bonnet’s crew, your attention was fixed on the first mate. Izzy appeared exhausted from the unfolding situation, a stark contrast to Blackbeard’s seemingly joyful mood. It didn’t take long for Izzy to grow tired of his captain’s antics, prompting him to demand that everyone return to work. You empathized with Izzy. Managing the entire crew while navigating Blackbeard’s unpredictable moods seemed like a challenge. Izzy worked hard to ensure everyone’s safety, but it seemed like no one ever really acknowledged his efforts.

Blackbeard retreated to Stede Bonnet’s cabin, and the remaining crew members from the Queen Anne’s Revenge dispersed to attend to other tasks aboard the ship. You observed Frenchie struggling to free his sleeve from a nail, realizing he inadvertently hammered his jacket to the deck. Taking a seat beside him, you grabbed the hammer and attempted to pry the nail from the wood, working to free Frenchie. Since you boarded his ship, you hadn’t had the chance to speak with him yet.

“Your part of Blackbeard's crew then? I think that is fairly badass”, Frenchie remarked, casting a curious glance in your direction. Fortunately, Frenchie didn’t seem upset that you had failed to mention that on your first encounter.

You smiled back at him, having successfully liberated his jacket from the dock.

“Do you think we’re gonna be able to live or die?” Frenchie whispered nervously.

“I think you’ll live,” you responded, contemplating your captain’s demeanor. “Blackbeard seems to be in a good mood, and he’s spending a lot of time taking care of your captain.”

You both chatted and shared laughs as you worked together to repair the dock. Frenchie pointed out his crewmates, offering a name and brief description for each of them. As you conversed with Frenchie, you failed to notice that Izzy had returned to the quarterdeck, and was shooting daggers in your direction. You finally noticed Izzy’s presence on deck as Buttons handed him a spyglass to gaze out at the sea. This led to Izzy cursing repeatedly as he headed in your direction.

“Get up,” he said, seizing your arm and lifting you to stand. “You’re coming with me to find Blackbeard.” He shot a glare at Frenchie as he led you away, grumbling, “Do your own fucking work, you useless twat.”

You and Izzy commenced the search for your captain in silence, scouring the ship. With each room you explored, you could sense Izzy’s impatience and anger escalating. “You shouldn’t be conversing or helping Bonnet’s crew,” Izzy huffed, breaking the silence. “We’ve invaded them. It’s beyond me why you’d choose to engage with their bunch when you have competent people on your crew you could talk to.”

“Sorry, sir,” you replied genuinely, not wanting to further aggravate Izzy.

Entering Stede’s cabin, you found it vacant. “Edward, are you in here?” Izzy called out into the empty room.

“Why do you need to find him? What’s going on?” you inquired of Izzy.

“The Spanish are approaching, and if we don’t come up with a plan soon we’re going to die”, Izzy spat.

“Blackbeard has a plan though, right? He always has a plan,” you said with a tinge of fear in your voice.

“Yes. Blackbeard always has a plan, but whoever the fuck we’re dealing with as of late is not Blackbeard”, Izzy responded with disdain. “I don’t know who that twat is.”

Fang and Ivan quickly joined the search around the ship. Upon entering the galley, you found Bonnet’s crew enjoying a meal. Izzy was visibly displeased by this scene, and it resulted in another slap on the back of Black Pete’s head. Your three crewmates exited as quickly as they entered, and you lingered a bit longer in the galley, creating a buffer for yourself from the irate Izzy.

“Alls I know is women are bad luck on ships. Historically”, Black Pete continued their previous conversation once he had seen the men leave.

“That’s a myth!” Jim shot back, glaring at Pete.

“Jim’s right!” you chimed in. “Haven’t you heard of Anne Bonny or Mary Read?”

All eyes turned toward you in surprise as you entered the conversation.

“Two legendary pirates, and both of them were women,” you said decisively.

“I’m glad someone on this ship has some sense.” Jim exclaimed, giving you a nod of approval.

You swiftly left to catch up with Izzy as the crew’s argument continued. You didn’t want the first mate to catch you fraternizing with the others again. As you were departing, you heard Frenchie begin explaining the science behind why women attract demons.

You caught up with Izzy and the search to find Blackbeard persisted until he ultimately threw in the towel. You stood on the deck with Ivan and Fang as Bonnet’s crew carried on with their tasks on the ship. Out of the blue, Blackbeard emerged from the captain’s cabin, donned in a stylish pair of pink trousers and a billowy white shirt. Blackbeard made a dancing motion, moving the oversized sleeves of his shirt back and forth. Glancing at Ivan and Fang beside you, they appeared utterly stunned.

As you attempted to recover from the initial shock of seeing Blackbeard in fancy attire, Stede appeared wearing Blackbeard’s leather. You glanced at Izzy in that moment, observing the veins bulging on his forehead. This was an entirely new level of anger for him. You noticed Izzy engaging in a conversation with your captain, and they temporarily stepped away. You watched as Bonnet’s crew lined up to greet him. Blackbeard’s clothes looked out of place on Stede. After a while you witnessed Izzy making a beeline towards Captain Bonnet, forcefully dragging him past you and down below the deck. Ivan and Fang followed closely behind.

Blackbeard nonchalantly followed the group, then paused to flash you a cocky smile. “Hey, little mouse,” he grinned.

“Stede Bonnet suits you,” you smiled back, pointing to his new outfit.

“I agree,” he said, giving a little twirl before descending below deck.

Once Blackbeard descended the stairs, the fog began to set in, prompting Black Pete to declare your captain a genius. You sighed in relief, rolling your eyes as you realized Blackbeard had likely been causing Izzy stress for his own entertainment. Blackbeard took great delight in unveiling the plan he had orchestrated all along, and you watched him putting on a show for all the new faces on the ship. When Izzy pointed out he had the date wrong, the mood quickly shifted. Blackbeard declared death was imminent before wandering back to Stede’s cabin declaring he was going to get drunk.

For a moment, the entire crew froze on deck, confusion painted on their faces. You observed as each crew member slowly dispersed, heading toward what they wanted to do or who they wanted to spend their last moments with. Seeking solace, you went and sat on the stairs leading up to the quarterdeck, pondering various thoughts in your head.

Fang found you there and joined you, sipping from a teacup. Ivan quickly followed, leaning against the banister. It wasn’t surprising that Fang and Ivan would want to spend their last moments together. Their deep connection and care for each other was clear since the moment you first met them.

“What are you drinking, Fang?” you asked, smiling at his cup of choice.

“Rum!” Fang giggled. “It tastes even better from this cup.”

“Very fancy!” you replied in a playful tone.

Your attention shifted to Izzy, leaving the deck and returning with the rum bottle you had given him. He slowly paced towards the bow of the ship, looking defeated, and then disappeared. Fang watched you as you observed Izzy.

“You should let that little angry man know how you feel,” Fang suggested gently.

You shot Fang a look, but did not respond. That suggestion was so ridiculous it didn’t deserve a response.

Ivan tapped his foot against yours to get your attention before speaking. “He’s right, you know. What do you have to lose?”

“My life, Ivan,” you replied, looking at both men with wide eyes. “I fully believe if I tried to talk about my feelings with Izzy he would stab me.”

Fang rested his hand on your knee and squeezed lovingly. “If you don’t tell him now, you might never get to. The likelihood of death is high either way,” Fang teased softly.

“Come on!” Ivan exclaimed, grabbing your hand and lifting you from your seated position. “We want what’s best for you, pip-squeak. It’s obvious you want to talk to him.”

You stopped to look at both men for a second. Your heart swelled in your chest, and you kissed them both on the cheek. “Thank you for always looking after me,” you whispered before heading toward the bow.

You discovered Izzy seated against the wall, his feet stretched out as he gazed at the ocean.

“Hey, Izzy,” you said quietly, feeling your heart pound against your chest. “Can I join you?”

Izzy didn’t verbally reply but shifted over, leaving enough space for you to sit on the floor next to him. There wasn’t much room on the bow’s deck, but you weren’t complaining. You settled down beside him, feeling one of your legs firmly press against his in the confined space. He glanced at you for a moment before offering the bottle of rum he was holding.

“You got me this, so it’s only fair for me to share,” he said gruffly.

Taking a sip, you felt the alcohol burn as it traveled from your throat to your stomach, warming you up inside and providing a momentary distraction.

“I can’t believe I’m going to die on a ship with a fucking unicorn as it’s figurehead,” Izzy uttered in disbelief.

“I like that it’s a unicorn”, you replied sweetly.

“Why? Because it’s pretty?” Izzy replied, his tone condescending.

Disregarding his comment, you continued speaking. “It was just my mom and me growing up, and she always told me stories about unicorns,” you said, your gaze fixed on the figurehead. “There’s a legend that their horns can purify poisoned water. I like the idea that even something that’s been poisoned can undergo transformation with the touch of the right creature.” You paused for a second, anticipating a sarcastic comment from the first mate. However, when he remained silent, you continued.

“They’re often described in myths as proud, fiercely independent, and powerful creatures,” you smiled, recognizing that you were also describing the man sitting next to you. “I used to tell my mom that one day I was going to catch one. But, I’ve come to realize that maybe creatures like that are meant to be admired from afar. Being able to witness their beauty is enough.”

You turned toward Izzy to discover him gazing at you, as if attempting to unravel a mystery. Taking one final sip from the bottle of rum, you handed it back to him. “Unicorns are also really pretty,” you said as you offered a teasing smile. Izzy returned your smile, the warmth in his eyes devoid of any smugness, as if sharing a genuine moment of connection.

A moment of silence lingered before you spoke again. “If I ask you a question, Izzy, do you promise not to stab me?”

“Depends on the question. Ask at your own risk.” Izzy responded with a wry smile.

“Why are you still sailing with Blackbeard? I know he’s a legend, but it seems like he takes great pleasure in tormenting you,” you asked hesitantly.

You observed Izzy take a deep breath before responding. “Edward and I built a legacy together. He’s brilliant and one of the best sailors I’ve ever met. It’s my duty as first mate to watch out for him. I owe him that. That’s why I’ve stayed by his side for so long, despite his recent descent into insanity.”

“It’s just that you’re always looking out for Blackbeard and the rest of the crew, but who’s looking out for you?” you said, peering into his eyes.

He locked eyes with you and whispered, “I don’t need anyone taking care of me.”

"I think you do." you said leaning in closer, your voice gentle yet firm.

Izzy fixed his gaze on you, as if deep in contemplation.

A strand of hair danced across your face with the wind. Izzy delicately used his fingers to tuck it behind your ear, resting his thumb against your face. You leaned into his touch, and as you did, you noticed his eyes look down towards your lips. He refocused his gaze on yours, and you inched closer, your eyes now dropping to his lips. In an instant, Izzy’s lips met yours.

Izzy’s kiss was slow and tender. His lips, soft and tasting of the lingering rum you both had shared. Time seemed to pause as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling the warmth of his touch. The kiss deepened, evolving into a desperate exchange, as if you both had been waiting an eternity to be enveloped in each other’s embrace. Izzy, with an urgency, pulled you onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of his extended legs. His hands firmly grabbing your waist, drawing you in even closer. Your arms found their way around his neck, and your hands rested entangled in Izzy’s hair.

“Izzy! Where are you?” Blackbeard’s voice echoed across the ship. “We need to be a lighthouse!” he yelled.

Izzy abruptly halted the kiss upon hearing his captain’s voice. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes briefly. With a reluctant sigh, he gently moved you off his lap and stood up, the weight of responsibility settling back onto his shoulders. As he walked back towards the deck a mixture of frustration and resignation played across his features.

“Fuck!” you whispered, frustration echoing in your voice as you laid back on the deck where Izzy had left you. With a sigh, you covered your face with your hands, trying to process the abrupt interruption. The cool wood beneath you provided a stark contrast to the warmth that still lingered from your stolen moment with the first mate.

Upon returning to the deck, Izzy was nowhere to be found, and a mirror was being hoisted onto the top of the mast. The rest of the crew stood towards the edge of the ship, staring out into the ocean. You squeezed your way in between Ivan and Fang, purposefully avoiding eye contact with them. You zoned out for a while, but the world snapped back into focus as you were enveloped in a hug by Fang and Ivan. “It worked,” Ivan whispered with excitement.

As the chaos gradually died down, you decided to look for Izzy and guessed he was hiding in his cabin.

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In his cabin, Izzy moved with a sense of urgency, hastily stuffing his belongings into bags. The decision was made - he couldn’t stay on this ship any longer. He had given Blackbeard his resignation along with his two middle fingers and called him a twat. If he had a choice on who to spend his last night on earth with, Izzy would have undoubtedly chosen Ed. However, Edward had opted for Stede Fucking Bonnet, adding an extra layer of frustration to the already complex emotions Izzy was grappling with. He loved Edward, but he hated whoever this man was, posing as him.

The kiss Izzy shared with you weighed heavily on his conscience. It was a moment of weakness, a brief escape from the looming threat of death. He had allowed himself something soft and nice that he didn’t deserve. Deep down, Izzy felt undeserving of any affection from you. In his eyes, no one on this ship deserved you, especially not a group of pirates. He hated that you were a pirate. You were too pure for that. You had a sweetness like no one else he had ever met. He wanted to taste it when he thought there would be no consequences. The fact that life would continue complicated things.

Izzy was well aware that the kiss meant nothing to you. He understood that people sought comfort in moments of impending death, trying to ease the overwhelming fear of the end.

Izzy’s thoughts were abruptly halted by the sound of a knock on his cabin door.

“Izzy?” your voice called out, causing an unexpected tightness in his chest. “Can we talk?”

Izzy wordlessly swung the door open to welcome you in, but deliberately avoided meeting your eyes. He remained focused on the task of packing his belongings.

“Where are you going, Izzy?” you inquired, your voice carrying a quiet concern that echoed in the confined space of the cabin.

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning. There are things I did and said tonight that I regret,” Izzy confessed, his words hanging in the air.

Had Izzy been observing you, he would have noticed the profound pain etched across your features in response to those words.

“I’m not going to tell anyone about what happened between us, Izzy,” you assured, your voice carrying a tone of sincerity.

“It’s more than just about you,” Izzy responded.

“Why did you kiss me?” you asked, seeking some answers from Izzy.

“Oh, fuck off. It’s the same reason you kissed me back. A distraction. Nothing more,” Izzy retorted, dismissing the question.

“Got it,” you replied in a hushed tone, walking away from his cabin.

When Izzy finally looked up, he realized you were no longer there.

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You briskly walked away from the first mate’s cabin, making your way to the familiar spot on the stairs. It was there that the first tear escaped, followed by a cascade of emotions that manifested in silent sobs. Hastily, you brushed the tears away, determined not to attract any unwanted attention. You settled into a quiet moment, resting your head on your knees, listening to the rhythmic sound of waves caressing the side of the ship.

“Hey, friend,” a gentle voice reached out to you as a hand softly nuzzled your hair.

You glanced up to discover fang standing before you, with a sheepish look on his face.

“Wanna talk about it?” he inquired.

You responded with a subtle shake of your head, maintaining silence. Returning your forehead to your knees, you sense Fang settling on the stair beside you, his hand gently rubbing your back in a soothing rhythm. He stayed next to you for quite a while.

A large part of you dreaded Izzy’s departure, but a small part of you wondered if distance would be the best thing for him. You had a feeling Edward wasn't finished with Stede Bonnet yet, and you knew Izzy would likely continue getting hurt.

As your thoughts continued to race, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you decided to just stay on deck watching the waves. With the first rays of dawn, you witnessed Izzy assembling his dinghy, ready to part ways. Edward hopped down from the mast, engaging in a conversation with his first mate. You were too far away to hear what they were saying.

The exchange concluded with Izzy calling out to Edward, a fond smile gracing his face. “You still got it,” he remarked, loud enough for you to catch.

"I know.", Edward replied before turning towards you. In that fleeting moment, you detected a subtle change in his demeanor - a fleeting hardness in his eyes as he thought he was unobserved. His attention, however, quickly shifted to you as he approached.

"He's staying around, little mouse. Don't you worry.", Edward assured, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he ascended the stairs towards the ship’s helm.

Forcing a smile in response, you felt a pang of sadness within you. Edward, consumed by his own thoughts, didn’t register your expression. The familiar look on Izzy’s face as he watched Blackbeard walk away told a story you knew too well. He was always going to choose Edward. While you couldn’t blame Izzy for succumbing once again to Edward’s persuasive nature, it didn’t make the situation any less heartbreaking. The legendary Blackbeard was a force that you, with all your sincerity and affection, could never rival. Edward would remain an anchor for Izzy, his heart forever tethered to him.

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#izzy hands x reader #ofmd #ofmd x reader #izzy hands #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death #too soft to be a pirate

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whywhatswrongwithblue · 11 months

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In honour of @tentoorosemonth2023, here's fifteen brilliant and recent tentoo x rose fics i haven't recc'd before! please make sure to leave kudos and comment on these!!

all of these are tentoo x rose endgame.

*=multichapter, E=explicit

the stars collide as the planets turn by hippiebanana132

Author's summary: Her eyes flicker open again, clear just for a moment below the matted red streaks in her golden hair. One hand still clutched in his, she raises her other arm with great effort to reach shakily towards the lapel of his brown jacket, dangerously close to his right heart. He gathers her hand up just as her fingertips brush his shirt, brings it up to his lips, tells himself the contact is for her.

My remarks: A superb slice of life fic in which we see the otp through the eyes of ten. So, so wonderful and emotional ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident; nothing graphic.

2. and now you are and i am now by @lordy-lou

Author's summary: He doesn’t find a single atom of regret in the ashes of his strictures.

My remarks: A short and sweet introspective piece on the immediate aftermath of the beach scene.

3. Hunger by @metacrisisdoctor (E)

Author's summary: His hands are out his pockets milliseconds later. He walks over to her in three large steps and cups her face in her hands and pulls her mouth to his. It's a hard, bruising kiss. It's a kiss he's held in far too long. It's the kiss of a man who stood at the grave of the woman he loves, and has been gifted with her resurrection.

My remarks: An incredibly in character exploration of how the OTP's first time could've gone down. A shot of serotonin. They ended up together!!!

4. Washed Up Together by @thirdeyeblue *(E)

Author's summary: Not long after being left on Bad Wolf Bay, the Doctor and Rose quietly contemplate why their relationship has yet to progress.

My remarks: An endearing and filled to the brim with good ol' pining take on early days of tentoo x rose; includes a drunk!Doctor and a bar fight 👀

5. The Existence of Pears by @bravehandsomehero

Author's summary: The Doctor is forced to face his greatest enemy in the name of love: Pears. Metacrisis Doctor/Rose.

My remarks: An incredibly fluffy slice of life drabble featuring expectant parents tentoo and rose ❤️

6. hush now to sleep, on the wings of a butterfly by @nostradamus0

Author's summary: Mia pretends to fall asleep in the car so she'll be carried inside.

My remarks: The absolute CUTEST kid fic you will read featuring the Tyler family today. Contains like, illegal levels of soft.

7. in human condition by @queenofthecon* (E)

Author's summary: Rose gives the Doctor nothing short of a miracle; and then the universe threatens to taken them both away from him for good.

My remarks: Compelling character study of the Doctor and how vulnerable being human makes him!

Warnings: Whump, blood and injury, pregnancy

8. Bad Wolf Rising by @wyntereyez *

Author's summary: Werewolves thrive in Pete’s World, and they’re determined to bring about the Empire of the Wolf.

My remarks: This fic is, tragically, incomplete as of now, but it's probably one of the most engaging chapter 1's i've EVER read, and i am DYING to know what the author had in store!! Featuring an extremely in character Pete's world ensemble and a very House MD-ish Doctor who's been permanently injured, and werewolves, this fic is definitely worth a click!

9. shackles by @gingerteaonthetardis

Author's summary: She should've known. Like, she really should have known. Maybe it was just that she'd gotten sort of complacent, sort of used to the comfortable domesticity of their new life. Maybe she was just a fool. But he made it so easy to forget. When he folded her socks and handed her plates of banana pancakes and grumbled at the remote control, how could she not? How could she be expected to remember? That the Doctor was, at his core, incredibly reckless and fundamentally stupid.

My remarks: An incredible and humourous take on the 'handcuffed together' trope!

10. Together by @uthers-bald-head

Author's summary: Christmas dinner in the Tyler household is hectic but joyful nonetheless. Rose finds her mind wandering to the Doctor, but not the one that sits beside her.

My remarks: Short and sweet, with a perfect hint of angst concerning the time-lord Doctor.

11. moonlit kitchen floors by @zmbiicrsh

Author's summary: "You were easily convinced, you just couldn't resist me." Rose jabbed at him with a teasing voice. Though she never really knew when he fell in love with her and neither did he. It sort of just happened. So it really wasn't a surprise when he said sincerely, "No, I really couldn't."

My remarks: Captures an incredibly tender moment of dancing in the kitchen for these two ❤️

12. Street corner at two in the morning by @messierfourtytwo

Author's summary: A day in the life of Rose and TenToo. There’s something that Rose isn’t telling the Doctor…

My remarks: SO FLUFFY. Makes you want to melt.

13. spaces in between by @naaer

Author's summary: The fate of Pete's World is at stake, but the Doctor and Rose still find time to take a minute

My remarks: Tender drabble set in a dystopian!Pete's world. Beggginngggg for an extension.

14. Opposition of the Stars by @abadplanwellexecuted (E)

Author's summary: Post-Journey's End, first night in a hotel in Norway fic. Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor end up sharing a hotel room, and walls come tumbling down.

My remarks: When i tell you my SOUL left my body upon seeing this notification!! Written as it is by one of the all time greats, of course this fic is incredible!

15. Stargazing by @elialys

Author's summary: He's not cradling her bump tonight, nor has he pressed his lips to her tense skin to murmur words she cannot hear, only feel. He’s using one finger on her, the tip of it gently tracing patterns on the curve of her stomach. At first, she wonders if he’s spelling letters, trying out the few names they’re considering for her, but Rose quickly dismisses the idea, not recognizing any letter—nothing English. What he’s drawing isn’t random, though. There is intent in the way his fingertip slowly moves upon her.

My remarks: Intimate and tender and brilliant. Forever manifesting your return to Doctor Who😭😭😭

And that's it for this list!! I missed out on quite a few, so i'll probably make another list next week. Show these stories all the love!!

#tentoorosemonth2023 #fic rec #rose tyler #tentoo #tentoorose #tentoo x rose #tenrose #ten x rose #tenth doctor

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chefkids · 8 months

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The Worst is Yet to Come

I already posted about the note saying Ziggy, but tldr is that a series of misfortunes are still to come. I think Season 3 will begin jumping straight into the chaos that the end of Season 2 set up.

This whole past season was a build up to tension, a ticking time bomb as all those clocks reminded us. And in the end, yes, Carmy exploded, but everyone around him is also facing their own problems that keep getting pushed aside in order to pay attention to his. I think Season 3 will start right off with the fall out of it all.

We already know Marcus is going to have to deal with his mothers situation. Whether she's dead or is very ill, he is going to have to focus on that, and they only have 4 days until the official opening. Marcus plays a major role in so many dishes like the focaccia, cannoli, sundae, donut, and honey buns. Without him like half the menu is gone. Which might open up a window of opportunity to bring back our second favorite tatted up Chef from Copenhagen.

Unfortunately, I do think Natalie's shoulder pain is more than a passing comment. It can be sign of serious conditions such as preeclampsia, specifically HELLP Syndrome. Which is ironic, because she is always the one trying to help others, but the roles would finally be reversed and she'll be the one having to accept other people's help. HELLP is usually only treated at that point by giving birth or by going on bed rest and taking medications until it's ready to be induced, which she probably wasn't planning on doing for at least another month or two given that she's likely around 7ish months at the moment.

The Carmy and Donna reunion is not a matter of if but when. I think Natalie getting sick will be the catalyst for them coming together again. We know Carmy avoided his family after Mikey died and he still carries some guilt over that, and at this point Natalie is his only closest family member and he would not abandon her. We know Natalie still wants her mother in her life, and even though she still hasn't told her about the baby, she was planning to at Friends & Family. If she felt like there was something seriously going on, she or Pete would call her.

Richie. We saw him at his best but that doesn't mean he's fully changed overnight. After what Carmy said to him I could see him not returning for a while just to prove a point that he can be good on his own and he doesn't need Carmy's handouts. Which would put them in a tense spot at the restaurant.

Sydney, as much as she tries to communicate with Carmy, still keeps her actual feelings and frustrations with him bottled up. She jumps around hoops, just like him, to avoid saying directly what is bothering her. They still haven't discussed the mess at the end of Season 1 that was seemingly brushed under the rug when they decided to jump into the new build. I think she will find out either directly or indirectly that she is essential for Carmy keeping his cool, and that will put a lot of pressure on her. They spend so much time apologizing rather than actually trying to change things and all that has to burst out eventually.

With the chaos around him, the only thing Carmy knows how to control is the kitchen. I think we are going to see him go fully stone cold Michelin Chef because if Marcus, Richie, and Natalie are out, they're fucked.

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear meta #the bear predictions

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loggiepj · 1 year

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FORBIDDEN

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 5

Y/N WAS effortlessly sent flying unto the ground, making her curse and grunt in pain.

"Again!" A woman with blonde hair, probably a few years older than Y/n, breathily demanded.

But the teenager Y/n only scoffed before she let out a tired sigh. "Don't you think I've had enough for the day? Okay, you win. You're the strongest of us all. If you aren't, then you wouldn't be my mentor."

The other woman grabbed the back collar of Y/n's tunic as she pulled the latter to her feet. "If you're just going to be a tardy ass, then I think you'd be better off in domestic servant works rather than in the front lines. You're already sixteen, Y/n, for pete's sake."

This made Y/n pull away from her grasp, glaring at her. Although, the eyes she sent towards the woman softened immediately the moment she saw her also tired state.

They had been training for hours after breakfast. It had always been like this ever since the unexpected attack that happened in the neighboring village days ago. Y/n's parents had urgently resorted to send her under training so she could defend herself in case the need to fight would arise.

But what Y/n didn't expect was to have the lone young knight to be her mentor. Y/n and her friends used to talk about the woman being exiled away from her own kingdom due to her insane methods.

"Nat," Y/n began.

"Don't call me that!" The woman spat, advancing a foot towards the other. Y/n stepped back with hands raised in defense.

"My apologies," Y/n hurriedly added. "Romanoff, I already told you. Strength and hand-to-hand combat are not my thing. I'm never going to be good at this. Father has been training me since I learned how to walk. And to think that I'm still not better than this. Then it's . . . hopeless, okay?"

Romanoff let out a sigh. "Fine, what can you do? Hide underground whenever the enemies are around?"

"Hey, cowardice and being clever are two different things."

"Not in my book."

"I didn't know you write books—"

"Don't get smart on me."

"Although, if you wanted so badly for me to read them, you could have just told me—"

"Don't," Romanoff cut her off, advancing forward, trapping Y/n against the trunk of the tree behind her, "test me."

The close proximity between them made Y/n lose focus on the argument, her eyes drifting towards the lips before her. When her eyes averted to Romanoff's, she found the latter also doing the same. Chest abnormally rose and fell, as if still caught up with training. But for Y/n, it was for a different reason.

"How can you defend the camp, your parents, your own family, if you won't be able to defend yourself?" Romanoff muttered with jaw clenched.

"I'm . . . I'm pretty good at archery."

This softened the mentor's stature.

"I," Y/n softly added, "I'm really good with bows and arrows."

Romanoff then stepped back. "Show me."

A wide grin spread on Y/n's face as she made her way back to her parents' hut, where she retrieved her weapons.

Y/N SUDDENLY woke up disoriented and lost, making her look around her surroundings, which was surprisingly crowded at the moment. The others were there with Layla sitting on the side of her bed. The witch squeezed her hand, almost making the human jump.

"Y/n, you're finally awake," Layla gasped happily. The witch's friends rejoiced behind her, as if they had witnessed the reunion of two lovers.

Layla's presence overwhelmed the normie, the small headache in the latter's head slowly turning into a migraine. Thankfully, Pepper noticed this, making her shoo Layla and her friends out the tent.

Once alone, Y/n managed to a sit as she asked, "How long was I out?"

"Two days," Pepper replied, handing Y/n a glass of water. Y/n took a small sip before her hand instinctively went to wrap around her side.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/n shook her head, pulling her tunic up to see the bandaged area. "It just feels weird . . . I swore I could have died."

There was a short pause after that, making Y/n remember about what happened. But before she could put much thought into it and ask how Pepper managed to heal her, Pepper abruptly broke the silence.

"I bet you must be hungry. I'll head to Bruce's kitchen to request for a meal."

"Thank you," Y/n said, her eyes then taking in the flowers on her bedside table. "What are all these flowers for?"

Pepper softly chuckled. The innocent and oblivious look on the human's face was too fun to look at. "You've got a lot of admirers, Y/n. Especially, one certain witch—"

"Oh, Layla and I are not a thing, I promise," Y/n interjected.

"I'm talking about Wanda," Pepper said, smiling.

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What about her?"

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. "She visits you a lot. I just thought you're someone special to her."

Pepper left the human with a lot of questions. Y/n couldn't help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the redness from her cheeks from growing. Did Wanda really do that?

She shook her head. Of course not. Y/n must have slept too long, for she might still be dreaming.

DAYS AGO, Wanda hadn't left Y/n's side once visitors were finally allowed inside the nurse's infirmary. Although, she had done it so discreetly that others apart from Pepper couldn't even tell.

Pepper told her Y/n had lost a lot of blood, so she had no choice but to use one of the healing spells found in Grimoire, an old book of black magic.

Y/n's wound was still there, stitched closed, soon to become a scar to remind the human of the good deeds she had done in her life, to remind Wanda of how she had completely misunderstood humans.

Wanda's parents used to teach her and Pietro about all the spells, including the ones she had unintentionally read from the book hidden by her father in their basement. But she had never really put it into practice, not when most of the time, she was just living along witches who just knew how to do it. And she never needed to perform one.

When Pepper first saw Wanda visit Y/n, she didn't make a noise so as not to startle Wanda. Wanda had gotten so worried for Y/n hadn't even stirred for hours straight since yesterday and she wondered if the spell Pepper casted wouldn't help normies at all.

"She's a tough one. Y/n, I mean."

Wanda jumped in surprise, eyes filled with embarrassment from getting caught of being there. Her mind started to think whether she'd had the time to slip out the tent or not.

As if sensing the trouble swimming in the woman's eyes, Pepper added, "It's okay, you don't need to leave. I know you don't trust Avengers that much, but I swear you and your friends are in good hands."

Wanda swallowed a lump in her throat before she calmed down.

"Is Y/n going to be okay?" Wanda asked, her eyes now on Y/n.

Pepper nodded. "She'll probably be awake tomorrow or later than that. The loss of blood really took a toll in her body."

Wanda's hand clung unto the sheets before her, craving to touch the motionless hand just laying inches away.

"I saw you use one of the forbidden healing spells on her. Does it work on humans?" She was worried so she had to ask.

The nurse stiffened before she smiled, understanding where the other witch was coming from, although she was surprised how Wanda had known. "We've been using these spells for a while now, especially when Deviants had become so barbaric. It would be a miracle when no Avenger will be sent to my tent after a mission."

There was a pause after that before Pepper went on.

"Y/n has been doing this since she was a teenager, so you need not worry."

Wanda tensed, remembering what her brother had said to her. "Since her parents were killed by witches, right?"

Pepper nodded sadly. "I can still remember the first time Y/n and I crossed paths."

Wanda looked at the nurse and listened, her hand stretched before her, the tip of her finger touching Y/n's pinkie finger. How one single small touch could bring so much into her, Wanda had no idea.

"I knew her one time when her parents had adopted stray witches. I was one of them," Pepper continued. "And when I saw Y/n again some time later, she was crying. When I asked what happened, she said that bad people murdered her family. And I can still remember the fear in her eyes. It was tragic to see."

Wanda's guilt had reached to the brim, for Y/n and her fate were no different, making her realize that the world was not divided by witches and humans after all, but of good people and the bad ones.

Another patient groaned on the other side of the tent, making Pepper excuse herself to attend. Then it was just Wanda and Y/n alone.

Wanda couldn't help but stare at Y/n's resting features though, how she looked so calm, quiet and beautiful, her skin looking so soft and inviting, urging her to touch the human's hand.

Beautiful?

Did Wanda really just think Y/n's beautiful?

Wanda shook her head, shaking herself from the silly thoughts. She was just guilty of what she had said to the human, nothing else.

Her shaking fingers slowly reached out to Y/n, until she could wrap them around the human's soft hand and relax from the warmth she exuded.

"I'm so sorry," Wanda murmured, licking her lips nervously. "I didn't mean what I said to you. Please get better."

The witch swore Y/n's fingers twitch from her touch but she could just be imagining it.

TWO DAYS have passed before the news about Y/n finally waking up reached to Wanda. Wanda had never found herself rushing to things before, heart thuddering so loud inside her chest on the possibility of seeing Y/n again.

Just to give her apologies. Just to apologize. Or so Wanda tried to convince herself.

She hurriedly barged outside of her tent, accidentally bumping into someone she had been dreading to avoid in her entire life.

"Wanda, I found you. Pietro didn't mention to me that you're here too."

Wanda let out an annoyed sigh as she acknowledged the man before her. "Vision."

Vision surprisingly gave her a hug to which she didn't reciprocate. The female witch couldn't wait to get out from the uncomfortable position.

Vision had become a nuisance in Wanda's life, ever since the former saw the latter while visiting for some stocks in the neighboring town. Vision had then set his eyes on the beautiful damsel, while the lady only saw him as nothing but an arrogant, self-righteous man.

"What are you doing here?" she asked rather harshly.

Vision didn't seem to notice her tone though. "It's also what I'm going to ask you, Wanda. You cannot trust humans, especially the Avengers. It appears that Pietro is one of them. Don't tell me you are too?"

Wanda raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossing over her chest. "And what if I am?"

"Come on, Wanda," Vision scoffed, challenging the woman. "I know how you despise humans. Remember what they did to our families, to your parents?"

Wanda shook her head, stepping away from Vision as she headed towards Pepper's tent. Vision followed her.

"The past is the past, Vision," she replied, trying to walk as fast as possible. The man matched her pace.

"So you're willing to forgive them after all?"

"They saved you," Wanda defended. "They saved us."

"What about your parents?" Vision went on. "What would they say to you if they're alive?"

"Vision, stop pestering my sister!"

Pietro came to the rescue. Wanda had never been more grateful.

"I'm just saying I wouldn't want my future wife to be fraternizing with humans, it's just revolting to see," Vision said.

Wanda scoffed in disbelief, stopping in her tracks. "Wife?! Have you gone delusional?"

Pietro only pushed Vision back when the latter attempted to reach for Wanda.

"You're the reason Y/n got hurt," Pietro started, fists clutching the front of Vision's tunic. "Aren't you thankful enough she saved you?"

Wanda's eyes suddenly turned red, indescribable emotion resurfacing inside her. She had moments like this before but she couldn't seem to remember how to control it. "What did you say?"

Pietro and Vision paused arguing, eyes averted towards the red mist swirling around Wanda's hands.

Pietro hurriedly let Vision go and escorted his sister behind someone's tent to calm down.

"Breathe with me, Wanda," Pietro softly cooed at her, rubbing her shoulders. "Inhale . . . exhale."

Wanda did as her brother had told her.

Eventually, the red in her eyes disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Wanda apologized, blinking in confusion as if she had just woken up. "I didn't lose control, right?"

Pietro shook his head. "No, Sis, it's okay. You're okay."

The last thing Wanda wanted was to lose control inside the Avengers' camp.

"Come on," Pietro began, bringing her back to her senses. "Y/n's finally awake, let's go visit her."

Forcing a smile, Wanda nodded, trying to bury the worry of what she could have done when she'd lost her control.

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Favourite VegasPete Fics pt.2 (pt.1) (in alphabetical order)

1. Black Velvet by @kerrikins https://archiveofourown.org/series/3158706

Vegas notices Pete watching him during the torture scene. Intrigued and more tempted than he expected to be, he stalks Pete and succeeds in taunting him into coming with Vegas so they can fuck.

It starts off as a cat and mouse game for sex, but when the two of them are finally forced to reckon with the fact that they're on opposite sides, they both find themselves more conflicted and drawn to each other than ever.

2. cause and effect by @sapphicblight https://archiveofourown.org/series/3234285

“Don’t you have better things to do with your time? Other virgins for example,” Pete asks him one time over a guerrilla warfare style lunch date. “Not until next semester,” Vegas laments. “I’ve already exhausted our current student body.” Pete doesn’t even know where to begin unpacking everything wrong with that statement.

Or: the college au in which Vegas is a manwhore with a weird innocence kink and Pete is an inexperienced painslut.

3. Drowning, and other Metaphors https://archiveofourown.org/works/44171761

Vegas has never experienced an afterglow that burns like an oil fire, a sudden and dangerous thing that he can’t quite remember how best to put out past the panic. It doesn’t help that Pete’s smile is like a torrent of cool water on his feverish skin, making the flames jump higher. It makes Vegas want to do something dangerous that he’s never really been good at before – it makes him want to take care of Pete. Problem is, he doesn’t really know how.

4. Holy Palmer's Kiss https://archiveofourown.org/works/41273907

"By the way," says Vegas in English. "Interesting scars you’ve got on your chest." Pete doesn’t tense – he doesn’t – but the leveled manner his gaze slides back up must be enough of a tell because Vegas… "What ? Don’t tell me you thought it wouldn’t come up."

The begining of episode 11 but Vegas zeroes in on Pete's top surgery scars instead of his hip tattoo.

5. i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck by @dage-mingjue & @stratumgermanitivum https://archiveofourown.org/series/3352987

Pete picks up the chain leash and offers it to Vegas. “So, you never did tell me what you were getting this for.” Vegas takes the chain from Pete’s hands and fixes a dark and sultry look on him. “This? Oh, it’s for bad boys who misbehave.” And with that he gives one last smirk before walking out the front door, leaving Pete an absolute mess behind the counter. *** “Pete,” Porsche says, in a very slow voice, like Pete is a particularly small child. “He was hitting on you.” Pete blinks. “He what now?” — Or; Vegas adopts a puppy.

6. Sharing Different Heartbeats by @raelle-writing https://archiveofourown.org/works/40549581

Of course Vegas noticed Pete. But not with much weight. Sure, Pete was hot. But so were all of the rest of Kinn’s bodyguards. That wasn’t notable. It wasn’t worth more than a passing once-over, or an absent glance at the man’s ass in those suits they insisted on wearing. He had a nice ass, but it didn’t stick in Vegas’ mind. It was passing lust, nothing more. And he certainly wasn’t hotter than the other bodyguards– not Porsche, for example. The only thing notable about Pete was that he had a surprisingly soft, cute face, and a sunny, disarming smile. He looked far too soft for his job. But he was Tankhun’s head bodyguard, and one of the men that Kinn often tapped for important missions. Which meant that the cute, soft face was hiding real talent and skill. So yes, Vegas noticed Pete. But it didn’t mean anything.

OR: a retelling of the story from Vegas' POV, from first impressions until after the hospital.

7. The King Must Die https://archiveofourown.org/works/41144892

“It’s fine,” Macau assures Vegas, whose very soul feels plunged into turmoil. Tear-bright eyes, a faint handprint on his sheltered face, and Macau tries to comfort Vegas. “It’s fine, I promise.” Vegas would kill for his brother, indiscriminately. He’s just now realising quite what that means.

(The queer experience of having an ill-advised one night stand with your cousin's head bodyguard and then ending up in hiding with him while you plot to kill your father.)

8. The Last Thing Left to Break by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/41053809

Hatred ran deep between the Theerapanyakul and the Saengtham family. It was common knowledge that the two leaders, Khun Vegas and Khun Pete, despised each other and used every small excuse to initiate yet another bloody conflict. Only that no one was really aware what happened behind closed doors…

9. the mortifying ordeal of falling in love by @dage-mingjue https://archiveofourown.org/works/41659146

“If I had to rate you?” Pete pauses and tilts his head with a low hum, considering. “I dunno, a six out of ten? I thought you were a sadist, but you didn’t really give that impression. Are you actually kinky? That didn’t feel kinky. It didn’t do it for me.” Vegas looks like someone punched him. Hard. His cock is still out and his hair is rumpled and he looks devastatingly disheveled, like Pete was the one who just took Vegas apart and not the other way around. “I’d worry that it was just a fluke,” Pete continues, ignoring Vegas’s flabbergasted sputters, “but I also don’t think I’d give you a second time to prove me wrong.” Pete shrugs and fixes his shirt, petting back his hair. “Anyway, see you around.” — Or a fic in which Vegas fucks through all of Kinn’s bodyguards and lands on Pete, but Pete uno reverses it on Vegas leaving Vegas wanting so much more. Vegas gets humiliated and has to work for it.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #vegaspete fic recs #kinnporsche fic recs #kpedit #fic recs #recs #fics #mygifs #mine #userboots #taggingmarion #usertph #kinnporschesource #dailyvegaspete #thank you ficwriters for saving my life i adore these so much #i actually have more fav works already and they will go in the next list

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Close Call

Title: Close Call

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell Reader and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter Reader

Warning’s: bad description of flying, near death experience, blood, ptsd, language.

Summary: When a training exercise goes wrong leaving Y/N injured some not so great memories are resurfaced for her father and boyfriend.

Y/N’s call sign is “Rebel”

Authors Note: Some of the terms and information may not be accurate. I am not a pilot so I don’t know how everything works, I used Google to help write this. I hope you all enjoy this and there will be more of these types of one shots to come. Please make Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick requests!!!! I am really into both movies right now and have lots of motivation to write for them!!!

Flying is the most accelerating feeling for any pilot, having complete control over something so much bigger than themselves. The adrenaline rush is what every pilot craves.

But no one craves that rush more than Y/N Mitchell, she was known for her risky moves and confident tone. Definitely taking after her father Captain Pete Mitchell while her fathers call sign was Maverick which was self explanatory Y/N quickly followed in her fathers footsteps with the call sign Rebel.

Y/N quickly made a name for herself in the Navy showing people that she was more than just Mavericks daughter, one of the youngest pilots in history to graduate at the top of her class from Top Gun and the youngest Navy Fighter Pilot to get promoted to Lieutenant. It’s safe to say that Maverick was extremely proud of his daughter and so was her boyfriend.

Bradley Bradshaw, call sign Rooster with the strained relationship that her father and Rooster had because of Maverick pulling his papers to the academy it was a little rocky when they took the step and got together but both men knew that they would always have something in common and that was their love for Y/N Mitchell.

Being called back to Top Gun was a great experience and something that Y/N was a little nervous about, Rooster and her father were civil but it was obvious that their relationship was still very much strained and when she found out that he was going to be their instructor she was worried.

“Please tell me you’ll at least try to get along with my dad.” Y/N told Rooster one night as they laid in their shared bed, Y/N laying on Roosters bare chest as he rubbed circles up and down her back

Rooster sighed softly tilting his head to plant a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling the coconut scent that was her shampoo.

“I’ll try, only for you.” Rooster said and Y/N nodded taking what she could get tilting her head to place a kiss on his chest

“That’s all I ask. We better get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” Y/N said and Rooster nodded

Tomorrow they were doing their first practice for the course they would be flying on their mission, Y/N helped her dad study the rough terrain they would have to navigate so he could build a accurate course to follow on the computer.

“I love you sugar.” Rooster said as he tightened his grip around her waist

“I love you too.” Y/N smiled leaning up to give him a goodnight kiss

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Something had been bugging Y/N all morning as she got ready for her test flight, she had a bad feeling in the bottom of her gut. Like something was going to go wrong.

She had just gotten dressed in her flight gear and was standing at her locker looking at the pictures taped to the door. One had her dad and goose together she always loved hearing all the stories about those two.

There was another that had her, her dad, Rooster, Goose, and Carole they were all sitting together on a couch Goose was holding 4 year old Bradley with his arm around Carole and a big smile on his face and Maverick had 1 year old Y/N in his arms kissing her cheek as Y/N had a wide smile on her face showcasing her 2 front teeth. Y/N and Bradley were holding hands in that picture it was like they were meant to be.

There was another picture of Y/N and Maverick from her Top Gun graduation Y/N had jumped into her fathers arms wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as Maverick smiled and squeezed her waist tightly holding her up, they both had wide smiles on their faces.

The last picture was of Y/N and Bradley, she smiled as she ran her finger across it Y/N was being held bridal style in Bradley’s arms she was leaning back with a wide smile both arms stretched back and Bradley was looking down at her with bright eyes it looked like he was in the middle of a laugh.

Y/N shook her head and closed her locker, she needed to have a clear head. But no matter how much she tried she couldn’t shake the bad feeling. Y/N walked out of the locker room and out onto the runway.

“Hey, you ready?” Y/N’s RIO Ashton Burton call sign Ash asked as he walked up beside her.

“Born ready, I just wish our wingman wasn’t Hangman.” Y/N told him and Ash nodded in agreement

“Me too, but with you flying we’ll be just fine.” Ash said patting her shoulder before jogging ahead

“Y/N!” She heard behind her and turned around to see Bradly jogging towards her making her smile

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he stopped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist

“Just wanted to wish you good luck. Watch your back out there.” Rooster said, it was no secret that he wasn’t Hangman’s biggest fan and with him being the one who is suppose to have Y/N’s back it made him worried

“I’ll be fine babe. I’ll see you after.” Y/N said reaching up to curl the ends of his mustache making him smile

“I love you.” Rooster said kissing the tip of her finger before bringing a hand up to her face, pulling them together letting their lips meet in a short but passionate kiss

“I love you too.” Y/N smiled before turning to walk away glancing over her shoulder to see Rooster still standing there with a small smile on his face as he put his sunglasses on

Y/N walked over to her plane and put her helmet on making sure it was secure before putting her aviators on that once belonged to her dad that he gave her as a gift when she graduated from Top Gun.

“Y/N, you read me?” Mavericks voice asked over the radio, he would be flying alongside them so he could supervise better and see what each pilot needed to work on

“Loud and clear dad.” Y/N answered

“Be safe and remember.” Maverick said before Y/N interrupted

“Don’t think just do.” Y/N finished his catch phrase

“That’s right. Hangman get ready for take off.” Maverick said as Y/N got into the plane and buckled in making sure that everything was in working order, which it was

“You feeling good?” Y/N asked Ash

“Feeling great, let’s do this.” Ash said as Y/N reached her hand back and they fist bumped like they always did before every flight

“Hangman ready for take off. Try and keep up Rebel.” Hangman teased over the radio

“I’ll do my best hangman.” Y/N replied sarcastically

“Hangman you are a go for take off.” Maverick said and Hangman immediately took off in front of Y/N. “Rebel, Ash. You are a go for take off.”

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Y/N whooped before taking off souring into the sky. “Sure is a pretty day today, you enjoying the view Hangman?”

“I’m loving the view Rebel, how about you. My tail shiny enough for you?” Hangman asked

“It could use a little work.” Y/N said rolling her eyes

“Hangman you are approaching the check point, remember you must reach the target in 2:15. Rebel, Ash you’re right behind him.” Maverick spoke over comms

“Copy Maverick.” Hangman said before speeding up and passing the check point

“Here we go.” Y/N said before also speeding up, the force sending her back into her seat as she mimicked each move Hangman did.

She noticed that Hangman was going way faster than they were suppose to making Y/N struggle to keep control of the plane as she sped up to try to keep up with him.

“Hangman you’ve got to slow down. You’re going way too fast!” Y/N said over the comms

“What’s wrong Rebel? Can’t keep up?” Hangman asked

“I can keep up just fine jackass! But for this mission it is about more than just speed we have to hit each curve perfectly or we die. You’re going way faster than necessary.” Y/N said as she followed Hangman around a curve, suddenly the jet jerked causing Y/N’s eyes to widen as she tried to control it. “Fuck we flew right into Hangman’s jet wash.”

“Rebel talk to me what’s happening?” Maverick asked over the comms

“We’re caught up in the turbulence. It stalled one of the engines, we lost the left engine.” Y/N said as she extinguished the left engine leaving them with only the right as she tried to gain control of the plane.

“Right engine is down too.” Ash exclaimed making Y/N curse

“Fuck! Extinguishing the engine.” Y/N said putting the fire out and trying to restart the engine. “Both engines are out! We’ve lost both engines!”

“Rebel you’ve got to get the plane under control!” Ash said

“I’m trying damn it!” Y/N exclaimed as she jerked the joy stick, the plane started spinning out of control towards the ground. “Shit I can’t, we’re spinning out I can’t get control!”

“Eject now! You can’t save the plane! Y/N eject!” Maverick exclaimed over the comms as he tried to clear his own head, memories of the day Goose died seeping into his mind

“Eject!” Y/N exclaimed as she tried to reach for her ejection cord but the G-Force was pinning her to the seat. “I can’t reach it!”

“I’ve got it! Ejecting now!” Ash said reaching up and grabbing the ejection cord

Y/N jerked back as she was shot out of her seat as she was thrown backwards smacking her helmet into the canopy. As her parachute deployed she hung limply as she floated down to the ground.

“Rebel! Mayday mayday! Rebel is down! Rebel is down!” Ash said as he landed a few yards away immediately detaching his chute and rushing over to Y/N dropping to his knees beside her

“Talk to me Ash!” Maverick exclaimed trying to find a safe place to land

“Her helmet is shattered I think she hit her head on the canopy there’s a deep gash on her head she’s bleeding really bad.” Ash said as he put pressure on her head

“Main this is Maverick, we need a medical evach now!” Maverick said. “I’m landing.”

“Negative Maverick report back to base.”

“That’s my kid!” Maverick exclaimed

“There’s nothing you can do for her right now, report back to base immediately!”

Maverick cursed before turning around and flying back.

“Don’t let her die Goose. Please she’s all I have.” Maverick mumbled

“Rebel! Stay with me, open your eyes!” Ash said tapping the side of Y/N’s face. “Helps coming.”

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Bradley had never ran somewhere so fast, when he heard about Y/N’s accident he immediately ran out to his car and drove as fast as he could to the hospital she was transported to.

Still in his gear Bradley ran through the hallways of the hospital dodging patients and staff with only one thing on his mind.

Seeing the love of his life.

“Bradley.” Maverick said spotting the kid he watched grow up and love his daughter

“How is she?” Rooster asked coming to a stop in front of him

“She just got here they won’t tell me anything yet.” Maverick sighed frustrated

“What the hell happened?” Rooster asked

“They got stuck in Hangman’s jet wash it killed both engines and caused a spin out.” Maverick said pausing

“Exactly what happened to you and my dad?” Rooster asked seeing Mavericks face

“Yeah. Ash said she hit her head on the canopy luckily her helmet took most of the impact.” Maverick said blinking his tears back

“Where is Ash?” Rooster asked clearing his throat as he could feel it starting to close up

“They are keeping him overnight for observation he’s getting checked out now.” Maverick said

“Family of Y/N Mitchell.” A doctor said coming down the hallway

“I’m her dad this is her boyfriend. How is she?” Maverick asked

“Very lucky. Just a few inches to the right and the blow to her head would have been fatal, she has a severe concussion and whiplash but other than that just cuts and bruises. I want to keep her for a few days to watch her concussion and after some physical therapy she should be back in a plane.” The doctor said making both men let out sighs of relief

“Can we see her?” Rooster asked, needing to see with his own eyes that she was ok

“Absolutely, right this way.” The doctor said gesturing for them to follow him

Maverick and Rooster stopped at the doorway of Y/N’s room, there she laid hooked up to a bunch of wires. She was in a hospital gown that showed the bruises and cuts on her arms and chest, she had a gash on her forehead that had been stitched along with a few bruises.

“You go on in I’m going to call and let everyone know she’s ok.�� Maverick said and Rooster nodded walking over to her bedside, he pulled a chair over and sat down beside her.

Bradley grabbed her hand gently and brought it to his lips kissing it in relief, he couldn’t imagine losing her.

“I love you so much. I’m so glad your ok.” Bradley said gently stroking her face

It had been a few minutes and now Rooster was just sitting there stroking her cheek mindlessly, not even feeling as Y/N’s eyes fluttered open.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Y/N mumbled with a smirk, Bradley chuckled remembering how his mom use to say that was her catch phrase that would keep his dad in line. Y/N loved it and has used it ever since.

“Show me the way honey.” Bradley smiled in response, copying his fathers response.

“Hi.” Y/N smiled

“Hi. How are you feeling?” Rooster asked

“Like I got hit by a plane. How’s Ash?” Y/N asked

“He’s fine, was really worried about you. They called his wife she’s on her way.” Rooster said and Y/N nodded

“Where’s dad?” Y/N asked looking around

“He’ll be right back, he called to let everyone know you are ok.” Rooster said as Y/N groaned

“My head hurts.” Y/N whined

“You’ve got a concussion. The doctor said you were really lucky.” Rooster said kissing her forehead

“I am Mavericks daughter.” Y/N smiled knowing that he was basically invincible, or at least that’s what all the admirals thought

“That you are. I love you so much.” Rooster said

“I love you too.” Y/N smiled

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #pete mitchell #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #pete mitchell x daughter reader

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forever young | b.r.b.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Pete Mitchell (platonic), brief mention of wife

summary: the 4 times Bradley lost a parental figure, and the 1 time he regained one (and became one himself.)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: language, canonical character death, mention of cancer, falling out, grief, birth, so much angst, but angst with a happy ending!

notes: this is a little different from what i usually wrote. It’s more of a character study than anything else, but i’ve been working on it since late last year and i hope it doesn’t disappoint! happy reading! <3

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1. “May God bless and keep you always / May your wishes all come true / May you always do for others, and let others do for you.”

Bradley was barely four when he lost his dad.

He didn’t quite understand it at first. There were only Duck Tales on the living room TV with the volume down and the hushed tones of his mother and a couple of men outside the door one random afternoon.

“Carole…” Bradley recognized Uncle Pete’s voice right away. Recognized the particular inflection in the way he said it. He’d heard it many times over the phone, at the arrival gates of airports, around the house when his mom left the two of them in charge of the pies for a minute while she fetched his dad.

Bradley had grown accustomed to associating that sound with his family all together again.

But there was something different about how Uncle Pete sounded now. It wasn’t as bright —didn’t quite ring across the room like it usually did. It was muted, barely audible through the wall. So, so quiet.

And then his mother’s wails cut through the silence. He didn’t quite understand it still, but he jumped out of the couch and bolted towards the commotion.

There was Mom. Uncle Pete. No Dad.

They sat him down to explain what was going on. That his dad was badly hurt when he was flying.

“Is Dad okay?”

His mom’s face crumpled. It was a simple question, and yet it took her everything to muster the simple answer, “He’s not hurting anymore.”

It didn’t make sense to Bradley. If he’s not hurting anymore, why’s she crying like he was? Why was Uncle Pete standing there like he’s done something terribly wrong? What’s going on?

“When is he coming home?”

“He’s not, sweetie.”

“Why?” and he swore he didn’t mean it in a bad way. He was just… confused. If Dad was hurt but not anymore, then why wouldn’t he be coming home?

His mother was the smartest person Bradley had ever known. Granted, he might have not met that many people in the four years of his life; but he could always count on his mom to have all the answers. Whether it was about frogs, or where thunder came from, or why they’d sleep at night.

But now, faced with the question of why Dad wasn’t coming home, she just looked… lost. Her blue eyes twinkled in the light, but it made Bradley’s stomach twist to see tears in them. Her lower lip trembled as she managed to say, “He didn’t make it. He…”

Bradley wasn’t sad. He couldn’t be. He didn’t know enough to. But his mom broke down right in front of him —he wondered if that’s how he looked when he cried because his toy dinosaur went missing last week— and it scared him. It scared him because he didn’t know what to do. His mom was smart, she always knew what to do when Bradley cried. But what did he know?

Instead, he just shook his mother’s shoulder, just a little bit, just like how she would wake him up in the morning. “Mommy?” She cried even harder, and it scared him even more.

Bradley didn’t even realize he was crying, too, until Uncle Pete ushered him aside and kneeled before him. His hands were rougher than Mom’s, but they were steady. Solid on his little arms, then on the sides of his face, callused thumbs wiping his puzzled tears away.

“Kid…” He sounded like Mom, raspy and choked up. Looked at Bradley with those gleaming eyes like Mom, too —maybe they really were brothers and sisters. “Your dad’s in the sky now.”

Oh.

The Duck Tales theme song played in the other room, so distant now in his ears. Only his mother’s sobs and his own dissipating into sniffles. The sound of his heart in his head.

His dad had always liked the sky. He spent most of his time flying through it, him and Uncle Pete. Bradley liked the photographs he’d send home, the rolls of clouds and dust and the sunrise, he would stick ‘em on the fridge next to his drawings. He liked the stories his dad came home with —loved the way he described the rollercoaster-like feeling (even though he wasn’t tall enough to ride one yet, maybe next year.) He liked imagining how nice it was up there.

He didn’t know what Uncle Pete meant. He didn’t know if Dad wasn’t coming home for good, or if he could still come visit sometimes. But Bradley, aged barely four, knew two things; that his dad loved him and Mom more than anything; and if Dad couldn’t be with him and Mom anymore, Bradley liked to think he’d be somewhere nice.

Somewhere like the sky.

***

2. “May you build a ladder to the stars / and climb on every rung / May you stay forever young.”

Bradley was eighteen years old when his mom passed away, but at least he was ready this time.

He’d driven her back and forth to her treatments since he was 16, memorized all the numbers of her primary physician and oncologist and nurse, knew all the steps of checking her into the hospital and remembered every entry on every form. Took notes (mental and otherwise) on what to do in the case of… well, the worst case scenario.

(He hated that part the most. After all the talks of death certificates and insurance claims and bank account cancellations, Bradley filled in his application for the Naval Academy. He knew she was against it, but if she wasn’t gonna be here for it, he might as well be a little closer to Dad, you know?)

But time came and went, and so did she. Bradley kissed his mother’s bony hand, her sunken cheek, her graying skin one last time. And as the nurse pulled a sheet over her and hauled her gurney out of the room…

Bradley went to work.

The closest thing his mother had to a family was Uncle Pete —Maverick, Bradley had taken to calling him almost exclusively these days— and so that was the first phone call he made to break the news. At 7 AM in a hallway by the hospital cafeteria.

Maverick arrived at the Bradshaws’ family home later that evening, having flown in from Belle Chasse as soon as he could, front door unlocked, and found the coffee table filled with stacks of folders and documents, and his best friends’ teenage son —the orphaned son— pacing back and forth on the phone.

Arranging for his mother’s death certificate.

Discussing burial plans with the funeral director.

Calling the lawyer about the will.

Bradley, the little boy Mav used to haul around atop his shoulders, carrying the weight of the world on his own shoulders now.

“You know you don’t have to do all of this by yourself, right?” Mav quietly piped up over dinner on his third night. “I may not look it, but I know how to handle these… logistics.”

“I know,” he replied almost immediately. “And I appreciate it, I really do. I just— I need to do it myself, if that makes sense?”

Mav simply nodded and didn’t push any further, and Bradley never said it, but he’d never been more grateful.

Because the thing was, he really did need to do it himself. To have some semblance of control. He didn’t have any back then, during his father’s death. The whole world spiraled out of its orbit, and he was somehow on the outside looking in. Watching as the grownups pat his head, his arm, his cheek, with their grownup remarks of you’re getting so big now, such a tough guy, your dad would’ve been so proud of you, look after your mom, will you? He felt like he didn’t deserve any of it.

Bradley puts on his suit, the one he wore for senior prom, and he nearly laughed at his own reflection. The last time he wore this suit, he was worried about the acne on his forehead and whether he’d get to make out with Cassidy Foster. And now…

Now he was thinking of the eulogy weighing him down in his inner pocket, worried about whether there’d be enough food at the wake. Looking like a kid playing dress-up as an adult —awkward, gangly limbs and clothes that never fit quite right. But he was grown. Nearly six-feet tall, finished high school despite everything, looked after his mom right til the end, and he hoped to God his father would’ve been proud of him.

“At least she’s up in the sky with your Dad, huh?” Iceman squeezed his shoulder reassuringly at the wake.

The irony was not lost on him. His mother hated that phrase. Hated how it used to make her sad when Bradley was younger, whenever he talked about ‘visiting Dad in the sky.’ Hated how it turned her angry as they got older, because he never grew out of it —out of the fixation on flying. On being miles up in the sky only to end up six feet underground like his father.

And he hated that she never understood.

Almost as much as he hated that she wasn’t here anymore.

Uncle Slider must’ve noticed the unease on his brows and chimed in to lighten up the mood. “I mean, you’ll be up there with us in no time, right, kid?” The slap on his back is sharper this time, and Bradley would’ve welcomed it… if it weren’t for the fact that he still didn’t know if he got into the Academy or not.

He thought he could focus on the funeral first. But the whole day, his mind shifted to the unopened envelope at home. It felt wrong to rush home when the last bit of dirt had barely been scooped onto the gravesite, but he did it anyway.

His childhood home, a modest two-bedroom bungalow with white-paneled front, sat on a quiet street in the suburbs of Virginia Beach. So still and soundless, now that Mav had gone back to base in Louisiana with Ice. His dress shoes made his toes ache even as they landed on the doormat. The ring of keys rattled as it laid on the console table. The light switch gave under his fingertip, and so did the envelope as he ripped them open. His heart was bursting out of his chest, and he tried to remind himself, this is just formality, there’s nothing to worry about, I’m already in…

But the words printed on the letter said otherwise. Bradley willed himself to read it, over and over, make sure that he read it right. He’s all grown now, he couldn’t have possibly misunderstood “we are unable to offer you admission.” But as the water welled up in his eyes, he started to think maybe he wasn’t that much of a grownup. Maybe he was just a kid, crying on the floor of the entryway of his childhood home.

Alone.

The house just swelled and sunk with his erratic breathing, heavy and aching with sobs. He didn’t like it one bit. He half-expected his mom to call out his name from inside the house. To tell him to eat. Take out the trash. Come sit with her and watch a cheesy romcom on HBO, anything because what the fuck was the point, then?! He was surrounded by everything she was —everything she used to be. It was such a cruel punishment to be grounded with all these ghosts.

Couldn’t meet his Dad halfway in the sky. Couldn’t be with Mom here on the ground, either.

Bradley eventually clambered up to bed—his parents’ bed— shoes toed off on the floor, jacket tossed on the chair. On any other occasion, his mother would’ve told him off for throwing his clothes around, but tonight was an exception. She would’ve understood. Just like she did when he started having nightmares when he was 6, or had his heart broken for the first time at 15.

That night, living through a nightmare and a broken heart all in one, Bradley, aged eighteen, curled up into his mom’s side of the bed and cried himself to sleep. His world was spiraling out of its orbit once again, and his head hurt. The mattress spun on its axis, and he drifted off daydreaming, hoping, pleading that he would wake up to find himself and his family pieced together again.

Somehow.

***

3. “May you grow up to be righteous / May you grow up to be true / May you always know the truth and see the light surrounding you.”

Bradley was twenty two when he lost his godfather, but at least it was out of his own volition.

He wished it hurt just a little less, but it was even worse because the day started out so good.

Maverick had flown in for Bradley’s graduation, and took the boy out for drinks at a local bar. It was pretty special; this marked the first time they went out for proper drinks (the occasional secret beers they shared at Mav’s garage whenever he came around to visit didn’t count, thank you very much.) They sat in a dark green leather booth in the corner, gin and tonic glasses perspiring, condensation pooling around the coasters.

“So you were shipped off to Bosnia and Iraq back-to-back, twice, because you were messing with the wrong girl, huh?”

“Or the right one,” he sighed.

It made Bradley chuckle. Leave it to Maverick to be the smartest pilot in the Navy and the dumbest son of a bitch when it comes to love.

“But enough about me.” Maverick swiftly changed the topic, leaning forward on the wooden table, “What are you gonna do after all this? The world is your oyster and all that…”

The butterflies swelled in Bradley’s stomach, and he could barely contain his gleeful smile. “Well, uh… Pensacola, actually.”

“What?”

“I’m a little bit behind, I know— but I can still make it as a commissioned officer and catch up with you in the sky in no time, old man.”

“But… what about traveling, or an, an, an internship somewhere—”

“Internship?” Bradley laughed —he didn’t think he’d ever heard Maverick say that in his life.

“I thought you enjoyed civilian life.”

“Come on, Mav. You and I both know I’m not cut out for anything else.”

It’s true. Baseball was fun and he was good at it, but he was nowhere near going pro. He did well enough in college, but that’s because he needed to. It was a stepping stone; a few inches higher towards the sky. A little closer to where he was supposed to be.

“Kid… It’s a tough gig. Are you sure about this?”

He didn’t understand it one bit. Out of all the possible reactions he’d played out in his head, this was strangely not it.

“What’s going on? I thought you of all people would be excited about this.”

“I know. I just… I don’t—” Mav sighed heavily, and the way he looked genuinely unsettled was unnerving. It’s strange. “I don’t think you’re ready.”

“I’ve been ready. Without the Academy or the Reserves, this is my last chance.”

And then Mav’s face dropped. So did the pit in Bradley’s gut. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something was off.

“What is it, Mav.”

He was quiet for the longest time. Droplets rolled down the glass, and one slid along Maverick’s hairline. Bradley wanted to stop breathing altogether because it sounded too loud in his ears. But when the older man finally spoke up, he could hear him just fine.

Every single treacherous word of it.

With everything he’d gone through in his young life, Bradley thought he’d gotten used to heartbreak. His world was touch-and-go for as long as he remembered, but Mav was the only solid variable in that equation. He was away a lot, given the nature of his work, but his presence had always been at the forefront of his memories. In stories, in emails, in summers working in his garage.

And all the pieces of the puzzles painted a picture-perfect support to pursue his dreams, chase the sky. Which was why this whole thing didn’t make sense.

There was a boulder in Bradley’s throat, but he swallowed the ache. “Why would you do that?”

It barely sounded like a question. It was more like a demand.

Answer me. Look me in the eye. Tell me the truth.

“Because I care about you, kid.”

Bradley scoffs. “Come on—”

“It’s different out there… when you’re really out there. It’s dangerous—”

“Yeah, I know what I’m getting into, Mav. You told me all about it, all my life.”

“No, you don’t understand. The things you see out there, the people you lose…”

“What, like my dad?”

The words fell out of his mouth much too easily, it was horrifying. He wanted to take it back —but he couldn’t. He was already hurting, and part of him wanted Mav to know exactly what he’s feeling.

Maverick’s face fell, the pang of hurt flashing right before his eyes. “Exactly.”

“And whose fault is that?” Again, it didn’t sound like a question. It sounded like a statement.

One that changed everything.

Maverick was arguably the only constant thing in Bradley’s life. When everyone else aged up and moved on, he stayed the same. Just as lively, just as funny, just as youthful. A Peter Pan-like figure. But in that moment, Bradley finally saw the age catching up to him. The weariness. The fatigue.

The imperfections.

Maybe that’s where Bradley went wrong. He never saw Mav’s flaws —or maybe he refused to see him as any less heroic or invincible or fearless as he imagined as a child. Maybe that’s why it hurt so devastatingly.

He couldn’t read the look on Mav’s face. Maybe it's guilt, or desperation. Or maybe it’s defeat.

“I can’t let you do this, kid.”

And just as Maverick knew he’d lost, Bradley also knew he’d made up his mind.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” He got up from his seat, nevermind that his so-called uncle figure still froze in his seat. “We’re done here.”

Three words. So definitive. So… final. So short a sentence that ended a lifelong relationship, rivaled only by Bradley’s parents. With everything he’d gone through in his life, Bradley should be accustomed to heartbreaks. And he was —or so he thought, as he gathered his keys and jacket and left him alone. At least this time he chose to walk away.

***

4. “May you always be courageous / Stand upright and be strong / May you stay forever young.”

Bradley was thirty five when he attended Ice’s funeral. It shouldn’t have hit him as hard, but it did.

He’d got to know Ice after his dad passed—he and Mav became inseparable—and the shenanigans they used to pull together… Playing video games in his living room. Teaching him how to throw knives on the maple tree out front (which his mom had an ulcer over). Playing baseball with his sons—and accidentally breaking his own window.

But that was before things had gone south with Mav. He reckoned, whatever rapport he’d established with Ice was null and void by default.

Until the man himself makes his way over to Bradley at the TOPGUN graduation. All dignified. Important.

Familiar.

“Rear Admiral Kazansky, sir.” Bradley straightens up and salutes him. It felt funny to be saluting the man who got him in more trouble than Maverick back in the day, but what could he do.

Kazansky lightly waved him off. “At ease, Lieutenant. I just wanted to say congratulations.”

Bradley looked at the hand extended before him, and shook it just as formally. “Thank you, sir.”

He smiled—it’s even funnier to see his formal, snark-less, non-gum-chewing smile, but Bradley reminded himself, this is not the time for shits and giggles.

“What’s your call sign again?”

“Rooster, sir.”

There’s a glimmer in his blue eyes. Then a smile—the amused smile Bradley grew up with. I knew you were still in there somewhere . “First Goose, now Rooster. Keeping it in the aviary, I see.”

“What can I say, sir? We’re a family of aviators.”

And suddenly, Bradley was 9 again, giggling with his Uncle Ice, making bad puns after watching Ace Ventura.

Ice—Admiral Kazansky— smiled to himself as his laughter dissipated, studying the young man before him. A dead ringer of his old man, mustache and all. Bradley hadn’t been able to grow it out the last time they saw each other—six years ago. There was warmth between them, but the mellow air was palpable. Bradley was sure he saw tears in Kazansky’s eyes.

“Your, uh, dad would’ve…”

“I know,” he whispered back. It was a pretty standard thing to say at this point, but Bradley knew it meant something else. Something more. Not just to him, but to Uncle Ice himself; he never got to see Goose graduate alongside him at TOPGUN.

And nor did Maverick get to see Bradley graduate now.

It seemed that Ice had the same thing in mind, because his next question was, “Have you talked to—”

“No, sir.” Bradley’s answer was a little firmer this time. “And I’d rather not.”

The Admiral nodded, opting not to press any further on the matter. Bradley liked that about him. He always knew how to give him space—something Mav never picked up on—and in that moment, it was widely appreciated.

“Well, you should come by our house for dinner one of these days. My boys are in town right now, and I’m sure they’d love to catch up with you.”

Another thing he liked about Ice; he would always let you know he’s there.

“That’s very kind of you, sir. But, uh, I ship out first thing tomorrow.”

“Some other time, then.”

“I will.”

And Bradley made good on that promise. He stopped by for dinner once he returned stateside, and every time he found himself back in San Diego. Ice wasn’t quite a parental figure in the traditional sense (at 25 years old, he reckoned he was getting too old for that), but he was familiar.

Solid.

There.

And he was, for a good ten years.

Ten years was a long time to know someone—a privilege for most people, in the case of their acquaintance with Admiral Kazansky. But once again, Bradley felt rationed for his time with the people he cared about. There was a time bomb with every single one of them, and Uncle Ice’s started when he first fell sick last year. There was nothing left to do—who was he anyway, in the grand scheme of things?—, so Bradley mostly just braced himself for the inevitable impact.

One would think he was ready to receive the bad news.

But Phoenix and Bob very narrowly escaped death in the crash just yesterday—that’s another time bomb he never heard ticking until it sputtered and nearly exploded. And as the Blue Angels streaked overhead, the engine roar sounded like a million time bombs ticking and exploding at the same time. Phoenix, Bob, even Mav…

One of the jets pulled up into a vertical climb—the “missing man” formation. And just like that, there were only two time bombs left echoing in his head.

Ice.

And his dad.

Running out together, thirty years apart. Leaving chemtrails in the sky long after the planes disappeared out of sight. Until the sky cleared (which it eventually would), and so did everybody.

Bradley wondered if he would always be the last one standing. He used to think it was just the shitty cards he was dealt, but maybe Hangman was right. Same old Rooster, always up on his perch, waiting for the right moment that never comes. Maybe it was a subconscious decision on his part, too.

The crowd dispersed, and Maverick was the only person stood frozen among them. Bradley still couldn’t forgive him for what he did, but he almost wanted to. Of all people, the old man would know something about being the last one standing.

“Ready to go?” Phoenix snapped him out of his reverie. Her hand landing lightly on his back.

Bradley took a deep breath. Whatever thought he had, whatever he wanted to tell Mav would have to wait. Now’s not the time. Now was the time to mourn the last of his parental figures, those who passed and those Bradley left behind.

***

+1. “May you stay forever young.”

Bradley was thirty eight when he became a father for the first time, and he was terrified.

He’d been through war and back again, and nothing could ever compare to the 14 hours he spent accompanying his wife in labor. She was kicking and screaming as she fought for her life and the baby’s, and all he could do was just sit there and hold her hand? He was already away for much of the second trimester, and that’s all he could contribute?

But he heard the baby cry as she landed in his arms the first time, loud and clear like the jet’s roar, and his whole world turned upside down. The team of doctors and nurses moved around like organized whirlwinds, but he stayed put with his girls the whole time. The sky was no longer his gravity; this baby, this family was.

He received a text from Maverick a couple of hours later, saying he’d arrived at the hospital. He fully meant to give a summary of how his wife and baby were doing, but when he saw the old man in the hallway with a flower, he broke down completely. Maverick couldn’t rush over fast enough. Bradley was in bits, and he had never seen him cry this hard since he was 8.

“Bradley. Hey. You okay? Are they okay?”

“She’s perfect,” Bradley managed, “Oh God, they both are.”

Maverick pulled him into a long hug. Bradley thought he was chuckling in relief (and partly at him, too). It wasn’t until they pulled away that he saw the red-rimmed, teary eyes of his surrogate father.

Bradley pulled himself together. “Would you like to see her? She’s sleeping in the nursery.”

“Show me the way.”

Bradley led Maverick towards the nursery, right by the window, where they could see the rows of babies bundled up in their bassinets. Bradley was about to point which one was his Stevie, but Maverick beat him to it.

“She looks just like you,” Mav mused.

“I know. Houdini’s so mad that she carried her around for 9 months, only to pop out a mini-me.”

They share a quiet laugh. It was nice, but… Bradley still couldn’t shake off the buzz going through his head.

Maverick softened, ever so slightly. “Talk to me, kid.”

Bradley was quiet for a moment. He was faced with two choices; either dismiss this and just enjoy this rare, nice moment, or address the pestering worries at the forefront of his thoughts. The former was easier, but he was a dad now, goddammit. He needed to stand up and face the real-life monsters, too.

“I was a mess. Crying and scrambling all over the place. Not exactly the best way to start with this… dad thing.”

Mav smiled thoughtfully—mischievously, almost. “Did you know that… when you were born, your dad cried so hard, he gave himself a nosebleed?”

“Seriously?”

“Mm-hm. The nurse had to pull him out of the birthing suite and everything. He turned out to be a great dad.”

Bradley wanted to recall the best moments, but he couldn’t. Truth be told, he could barely remember his dad. He remembered his scratchy mustache, his hoots and cheers wherever he went, his singing as Bradley sat atop the piano—his butt buzzing from the vibration of the sounds. But he didn’t really remember his dad.

He remembered his mom, and the many times they held each other’s hands because each other was all they had. He remembered Ice, who came around after Dad’s death and became a comforting figure at a safe distance.

And he remembered Mav, who was somewhere in between.

“Yeah, well… He wasn’t alone,” Bradley concluded.

“Neither are you.”

A pause. It took a death-defying mission on enemy territory (and a lengthy conversation to follow) for them to patch things up, but they were here now. Neither of them said it, but they were so relieved they finally had each other again.

“He would’ve been proud of you,” Mav said. “I know I am.”

He usually steered clear of all the cliched “would’ves” about his dad, but this one was an exception. Upon looking at his newborn baby girl, Bradley caught a reflection of himself in the window. It looked so much like his dad—and yet, it didn’t. The lines on his face ran deeper now. His shoulders were broader, heavier under the flowy linen shirt. He was much older than his dad when he had Bradley—it’s funny to imagine young 20-something Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw parting wisdom about fatherhood to Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw.

But his father was eternally imprinted in himself. His memories. And as he turned to Maverick—his Uncle Pete— he could see Dad’s pride in his eyes, too. This time, instead of brushing it off, he embraced it. He embraced the fact that no matter where he went, who he gained and who he lost, who was returned to him, that his dad would always be there for him.

Close to his heart.

Up in the sky.

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mggsttn · 7 months

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Why we need MPW S2:

First post I've made on here, let's go!!!

SOOOO...

I just finished MPW, which has been my comfort show for the last 9 weeks. (I've watched it so many times, I don't need subtitles at this point and no I don't speak Japanese lol) I'll sum up my thoughts on the show at a later time, but right now I wanna list some reasons why we NEED a S2.

1. How did Yoh and Segasaki start dating in the first place??

In the flashbacks we get to see how they met and how they started talking, but we never get to see how they went from this:

To THIS:

Going off of @notfreetoday timeline, there's 2 years between them meeting and Segasaki's (not) proposal and then 3 years between the proposal and when they start living together. Like THAT'S A LOT OF STUFF MISSING. When did they become closer? When did they realize they had romantic feelings? Did Segasaki's "friends" give them shit? Etc, etc. I personally need like a whole ass prequel series.

2. Does the manga sell well?

I need to see what happens after Yoh and Man-san publish the manga! I wanna see people fangirling (fanboying, fanpersoning) about it!

3. Do these two ever learn how to have a conversation for Pete's sake??

I'm aware that the whole thing is they aren't good at communicating and that's where the conflict for the plot comes from but we see them both grow and get better at communicating as the show progresses. In the finale Yoh FINALLY starts to get it but I still think there's a lot we can see there. (See @notfreetoday post about the importance of Amae in MPW for more details on how these 2 communicate.)

4. We need to see these two go on a date where THEY TAKE A COOKING CLASS.

Like PLEASE. SOMEONE SAVE SEGASAKI. This is the face of a man who is suffering but he's in love so he's dealing with it.

TLDR: this is an amazing show, my personal comfort show, and I think there's still A LOT in this world and to this story that we can see!!!

#my personal weatherman #mashiko atsuki #higuchi kouhei #finale #plsgiveusseason2ofmpw

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maddytheintrovert · 7 months

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Ok so OFMD S2 Ep8 spoilers, you’ve been warned.

☠️

So…

What the everloving fuck was that. I just. I am devastated. Ok well I’m happy for Ed and Stede because of course I fucking am. But. What THE EVERLOVING FUCK.

Thoughts:

1- I refuse to let it sink in that a certain someone was gut stabbed and is now buried under a lovely cross (the unicorn leg, the scarf with the ring, get out stop). I will be anxiously awaiting the fanfic writers to fix this. Plz. I’m going to go on Ao3 immediately after I post this.

2- is that dream sequence of Stede’s actually foreshadowing? Because while Izzy does not die at his hand, Izzy dies due to Stede’s plan. Idk.

3- if Izzy doesn’t fucking haunt someone on the crew I’m done. He better show up like the Badmintons to call everyone cocksuckers or I sue.

4-Lucius and Pete got married and that brings me joy (in this pit of despair)

5- aw Ed. ED. I was cackling when he sucked at fishing and Pop pop was ready to fucking beat the shit out of him. Iconic. Also him just staring at the burning ships and being like “stede”. Stop. Also the I love you and the like I saw u do all that “cool” pirate stuff. And BABE. And THE LETTER.

6- Ed pt.2 IZZY AND ED. THAT SCENE STOP. While I don’t feel like Izzy should have died I think he was awesome this episode and definitely like came full character arc this season (the talk with our least favourite pirate wannabe and final words with Ed - I.e., Ed has so much family now. He can just be Ed)

7- Spanish Jackie being awesome and the bit about poison tolerance amongst the hubbies. I love her and the Swede and the Swede is finally getting some fucking respect and love and aw.

8- the seagull on Izzy’s grave. Hey buttons, love u

9- and the quad lives (shoutout to my lovely 4 Jim, Archie, Oluwande and Zheng Yi Sao). Also that moment between Zheng Yi and Auntie. Also Jim patching Auntie up.

10- ok gotta circle back to Izzy and the pirate wannabes chat and how much I love Izzy

11- how are we feeling about ep 8 Bonnet. I personally think he still needs some humbling. Idk because I’m happy about the progress he’s made re being made out to be a failure his whole life and coming to terms with that and becoming this more confident version of himself (I mean he had confidence from Day 1 but he was mighty plagued by all the Shit he went through in his youth). I enjoyed him “trying to protect” Zheng Yi when she wouldn’t run away when the navy because she was mighty fucked over losing Auntie and her crew (which my poor baby). Also I like Zheng Yi calling him out on his bullshit 24/7. But also idk I wanted him to like apologize or smtg because he was being a right dickhead the previous night. Also idk so happy Ed told Stede he loves him but like life’s a dick but so were u Stede… basically I love that Stede is unapologetically himself this season but also sometimes u do need to say ur sorry for being a dickhead.

12- the crew when Izzy died. The look on Jim’s face. Stop. I need to rewatch and look at Al their reactions but Jim’s caught my eye of the pain and sorrow because WE ALL LOVE IZZY NOW.

13- once again, Izzy better haunt someone or I sue

Ok I’m going to go try to not thing about the fact they killed Izzy now. What I don’t believe can’t hurt me or some shit.

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justanotheranxiousfangirl · 2 years

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What Baby?

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Mitchell!Reader

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Sister!Reader

I leaned back on the bleachers as I watched my boyfriend, Slider, my brother, and Goose play volleyball. My legs stretched out in front of me, clad in jean shorts, with my one piece swimsuit underneath. That alone had made Pete suspicious today, “Y/N, I thought you were only going to get a tan, what happened to the bikini you usually wear, don’t- don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining, at least Ice won’t stare at you any more.” If only he knew.

A sickening crack tore my thoughts to the present, Slider’s nose was gushing blood, he quickly ran off with Hollywood to fix it. “Ah well, guess you have to forfeit!” Goose fake pouted. “I’ll step in.” I said.

“Y/N, your my sister!” Maverick complained. “What scared I will beat you big bro?” I taunted. He just shook his head and set the ball.

As Ice and I won, he picked em up gently and twirled me around. Maverick came and grabbed me by the waist, begging for to wrestle. Without thinking about it I crouched down to do the same. Soon Ice’s voice boomed around me. “Don’t Y/N, you might hurt the baby!!”

Maverick froze in shock and lost grip on my body, only for ice to catch me and gently set me down on the sand. “Kazansky, that better be some godforsaken nickname for my sister!” Maverick sneered. Then glanced down at me to see both Ice and my hands on my stomach, letting him see the slight bump. He backed up.

“You-You- and and Hi-him, when?” Maverick stuttered out. “We have been dating for 4 months Maverick.” Ice answers. Maverick nods and gestures to my belly, expecting a response, “3 1/2 months.” He nods. Turns around walks five steps then faces us again. “You planning on bailing Tom?” He asks, using Ice’s first name to show how serious he was about this. “Planning in making her my wife!” He responds, I look up and beam at him as he lands a small peck k on my lips.

“Alright then, I may not like this, but I can live with it.” Maverick concedes. He hugs me tightly and gives Ice a bro-hug as he he begins to pack up.

“Wait, he knocked you up like 2 weeks after you met?” Goose exclaims, “Damn, that was fast!!” He says. The rest shake their head at Gooses late commentary as Maverick pretends not to hear as he heads toward his bike.

#tom kazansky #iceman #iceman x reader #tom iceman kazansky #Tom iceman Kazansky x reader #Maverick #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #iceman imagine #iceman fanfic

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deadratio · 2 years

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Tough Love- Chapter 1

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!OC

Summary: Avis Mitchell isn't all sunshine and flowers when her father reveals that he's remarrying. In fact, she's furious. After cutting him off, she pursues her future with love and passion while avoiding her father at all costs. Their paths cross unexpectedly, and she's forced to face the music.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Angst towards a parental figure, mentions of oral sex as a favor/bribe (no actual actions), intoxicants, cursing, being untruthful

A/N: FINALLY! Inspiration struck when I listened to this song. Huge shoutout to @callsignthirsty for proofreading and giving me additions and corrections! I also highly suggest reading the prologue for some context! I hope you enjoy, happy reading!

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Masterlist Prologue

1 year, 4 months later

Avis wasn’t surprised when her fiancé received a “save the date” to the Benjamin-Mitchell wedding several months ago. It made sense, Jake was also a fighter pilot. Knowing the date, Avis was able to avoid being his plus one at all costs. Working for a large firm kept her busy and she thanked her lucky stars for it. When she found a conference the same weekend as the wedding, she sent her boss a pitch to present, and when she got the thumbs up, she only felt a little bad about lying to Jake about why she couldn’t attend the wedding with him.

It would also ensure that she kept Jake in the dark about who her father is. After multiple other spats between the two of them, she blocked Pete and Penny on all social media platforms and removed both of their numbers from her phone. If he wanted to make irrational decisions, then so could she. Jake believed her when she told him she was estranged from her family; she didn’t like to speak about them and shut down all efforts to broach the topic. The only person close to her father who knew about their relationship was Bradley, and she had enough sisterly dirt on him to make sure he remained tight-lipped.

Avis feels for her dad, she really does. But it’s difficult to get over her feelings of betrayal. Her heart hurts for their now non-existent relationship, and on particularly hard nights she’s almost tempted to reach back out. She misses the comfort her father used to bring her in her many times of need, but the trust was gone. He had made a promise to her all those years ago, and he had broken it.

The week of the wedding comes quickly, and it takes all of Avis’s energy at the conference not to think about it to the point where she isn’t even sure she’s absorbing what the other presenters are talking about anymore. While she’s suffering, at least Jake is enjoying himself, even if it’s with bachelor activities. He even sent her a few pictures here and there, including one with the groom. Her father. The pangs of hurt roil in her chest when she sees it in her camera roll. Yes, her camera roll. Because despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but save the picture to her phone.

The ceremony and reception are set to happen the evening she flies home from the conference, so she has a perfectly reasonable excuse to not be able to attend, aside from being out of town in the first place.

The red-eye flight Avis catches gives her no down time between the conference and having to rush to the airport. She texts Jake that she’s about to board and leaves it at that. She doesn’t expect Jake to be home when she gets there. Although the wedding venue is local, everyone has decided to stay at a hotel close to the venue to avoid driving home late at night. The next day, there’s supposed to be an afterparty at the Hard Deck, so Avis knows that Jake will be out of the house for a majority of that day as well.

There’s something about flying, though, that has always helped Avis clear her head — blame her dad for that one. Her flight home allows her time to decompress and think about her situation. By the time the plane has entered its final descent, Avis isn’t entirely sure she’ll ever be able to reconcile with her dad. She tries not to care, but sometimes it eats away at her soul more than she’s willing to admit. And all of it is made worse by the simple fact that she wishes she could tell Jake the truth about it all, but she knows it’s best kept under wraps.

Arriving home the next morning, the bags under Avis’ eyes are a sign that she needs at least a week of sleep, if not more. In the year or so that she’s been with Jake, though, she’s found that she sleeps significantly better when he’s next to her, so she knows that at best, all she can do is take a nap and wait for him to come home. She wastes no time in setting her bags in their shared bedroom, changing into a pair of leggings and one of Jake’s old shirts before crawling between the sheets.

A loud ringing wakes Avis several hours later, the mid-day sun shimmering through the window and casting long shadows. Groggy-eyed and sore with tiredness, Avis does a quick search for her phone, finding it on the nightstand where she must have dropped it at some point before closing her eyes. She doesn’t check the caller ID, although she probably should have.

“Hello?” Her voice is deep and low, the clearest evidence to the caller that she hadn’t been entirely awake when they called.

“You need to come get your man, Nicole.”

“Bradley?” He was the only person who ever called her by her middle name. It used to bother her, but she grew to understand Bradley’s attachment to it somewhere along the line as they grew up together.

A soft groan escapes Avis’ lips, her free hand coming to swipe down the length of her face. “What did he do, Bradshaw?”

The chuckle on the other side should tell her exactly what Jake has been up to. “He’s drunk as hell. He’s got to get home somehow.”

“Why can’t you drive him?”

“Nobody here is entirely sober.”

Avis is about to reach for her keys when the realization hits her. If she goes to get Jake, it’s extremely likely that she’ll run into her father or his bride. More awake now, she sits up in the bed, gritting her teeth. “If this is a ploy, Bradshaw, I will never let you live this down.”

The other end of the line crackles with hoots and hollers, and she almost thinks that he’s forgotten he’s on the phone in the first place. Not sober, indeed. “Look, I promise I’ll do my best to make sure you aren’t seen, Nic. But if Jake doesn’t come out — and you know how he gets when he’s playing darts— you’ll have to come in and get him.” His voice becomes somber at the notion that Avis actually didn’t come to the wedding, and that she really didn’t want to be involved.

Sighing heavily, Avis flips the sheets from her body. What she’s wearing will suffice, although she needs to throw on a bra and some shoes. “I’ll be there in a few. Don’t let him get any drunker.” Bradley knows that this isn’t a request, especially from the tone of her voice.

“Yes ma'am. I’ll see you soon.” With that, the call ends.

Avis isn’t in a rush to find the two items she needs to put on. She knows that, at any rate, Bradley will do his damnedest to get Jake outside to the parking lot and into her car. At the same time, she knows how stubborn Jake is, and that him being drunk will likely only make it worse. She pulls a different shirt from one of her dresser drawers, deciding that she should probably look at least somewhat decent if she was going to possibly interact with others. She slips on her sandals before heading out the door, car keys in hand.

The drive to the Hard Deck isn’t very familiar for her. Avis avoided the area at all costs, and had only been there a handful of times when she was younger, before Penny ever owned it. Pulling into the parking lot, Avis isn’t surprised to find it nearly full. Her dad knows a lot of people, and she’s sure a popular girl like Penny does, too. Finding a spot, another sigh travels through her lungs before she texts Bradley that she’s outside and waiting.

The chat bubbles pop up but quickly go away, and Avis isn’t sure if he’s going to reply or not. She sits in the car for what feels like an eternity, staring out at the azure hued waves washing away the sand on the beach. Moments later, a loud ping from her phone alerts her to Bradley’s reply.

Bradley: Sorry, Nic. He’s not coming out without a fight

Avis: Tell him I’m not wearing a bra

Bradley: Eeeeewww!

Bradley: Nope. Not gonna happen.

Avis: Please?

Bradley: Man-up and come get him before he does something stupid(er). I’ll try to distract Mav

Avis: Did you just call me a man?

Bradley: We call Phoenix a MAN!

Avis: Wat?

Bradley: Phoenix is the manliest man of all of us

Bradley: I’m genuinely surprised Mav didn’t ask her to be his best man

Bradley: Because she is

Bradley: THE best man

Avis: I’m showing this to her when you’re all sober.

Bradley: You would not!

Avis: Too late. I’m screenshotting it as we speak

Bradley: …

Bradley: Stop stalling

Bradley: Come get your mans

Avis: Noooo

Avis: Just drag him out here. You know I don’t want to go in there

Bradley: Aids

Bradley: AVIS*

Bradley: FUCCK

Bradley: I’m going to walk across this bar and distract Mav so you can do your covert fiancé retrieval shit. Whether you use that to your advantage or not is on you

Avis: Wow

Avis: Big words for a drunk guy

Bradley: Fuck you

Bradley: You coming or not?

Avis: No thanks, I’m good on that first one. I’ll be in there in a sec, gonna throw up out of anxiety real quick

Avis’ dentist was going to hate her by the time this entire ordeal was over with. Her teeth ground tightly against each other as she exited the vehicle, slamming the door so hard someone else would have thought she really, really, hated the car. Her feet scrape against the gravel, the soft breeze coming in from the ocean doing nothing to cool her down. Avis didn’t have a chance to brace herself for this. She isn’t prepared to any extent, and doesn’t know if she ever could have been were this to occur at a later point in life.

She wants to swing the door open with all the force only possessed by a mad woman, but she’s trying to fly under the radar. Instead, she slips through the door and finds the bar only mildly packed with people. Some have converged outside on the patio at the back of the building, and she guesses that’s where Jake must be, since she can’t find his golden hair amongst the inside crowd. The worst part of it is that she doesn’t see her dad or Penny, either, which means they’re also likely outside.

Avis pulls her phone from her pocket, sending Bradley another message.

Avis: I’m inside. If you can get him in here, I’ll handle the rest.

The read receipt comes seconds later. She doesn’t want to go any further than she has to, so she glues herself to the bar, leaning against it coolly. Her attire doesn’t exactly match everyone else’s but it hardly matters since she isn’t going to be there for long. Another ping brings the worst case scenario:

Bradley: He literally will not budge even though I told him you were here. I’ll try to distract Mav and Penny, but you need to be quick. Sorry <3

Making her way towards the patio door, Avis peeks out the window. She can see the group of Jake’s aviator friends, with him standing at the edge. He’s laughing up a storm, gripping Coyote’s shoulder hard enough he could probably break it. There are empty beer bottles and shot glasses scattered throughout the high-top tables, which helps explain why he’s so intoxicated. Avis’s eyes avert to the corner of the window, revealing Bradley having a very animated conversation with her father and Penny, both of them facing away from the group. They seemed engrossed in whatever he was talking to them about, so this is it. Her opportunity to grab Jake and run.

Slipping past the door, Avis beelines it to Jake, her hand landing gently on his bicep, but it takes a conscious effort. Jake immediately looks down at her, a bright, goofy smile adorning his handsome features when he realizes it’s her. “What are you doing here baby?” His words are slurred a bit, and Avis can tell that he wasn’t exactly expecting her to walk through the doors, no matter how much Bradley had tried to convince him she was coming to pick him up.

Giggling softly, Avis gives his arm a gentle tug. “I came to pick you up, you big lush. We need to go, though. I've still got some things to handle at the house.”

Jake scoffs playfully, fully turning towards Avis and wrapping her in his arms. “Why don’t you stick around, baby? Hang around a little bit, talk to some of my friends? I’m sure they’d all love to meet you,” Jake asks, laughing. “Oh!” It’s like a switch flips. “The bride and groom! I need to introduce you to them too!”

A rush of absolute fear encompasses Avis, and the anxiety of having to face her father sets in. It’s everything she’s trying to avoid. She shakes her head, ignoring the curious looks that Coyote and a couple of the other guests give her. “Maybe another day, honey. You’re drunk, and we have work tomorrow. It’s best we get you home.”

Jake’s smile turns into a child-like frown, feigning a sourness. “Since when’re you an introvert, Avi?”

A soft groan moves past Avis’ lips. “Jake, we can talk about this later. Get in the car.”

“Why'd you wanna go home so bad?”

Avis drops her hand from Jake’s arm, her fingers now balling into fists. “I can meet them another time, Jake. They’re busy with their guests, and I’m not adding another person to their roster.”

“Please, baby?” he asks, grabbing Avis’s hand. “I promise I’ll go without a fight if we just go and say goodbye.”

Time for evasive maneuvers. “I wanna suck your dick.” Jake’s eyes go wide. “Get in the car.”

“Gross,” Coyote says to Jake’s side.

Jake shoots him a cheeky grin. “You’re just jealous.”

“So jealous,” Avis says, trying to hurry the conversation along. “Baby, get in the car.”

When arms wrap tight around her waist and Jake burrows into the crook of her neck, Avis is sure she’s won. “God, I love you,” Jake mumbles, his lips brushing over sensitive skin. “Almost as much as the bride and groom love each other. C’mon. I’m not leaving until you meet ‘em.”

Avis tries to wriggle out of his hold, glowering at him. “I’m not arguing with you about this. We need to leave. Now.”

“Avi,” Jake whines. Unfortunately for Avis, Jake is more stubborn than any mule on the planet. Which meant it was time to take out the big guns — well, big for drunk Jake.

“I’m taking the blowjob off the table at the count of three, Jacob.”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“Three…”

He pouts. “You’ll love them.”

“Two…”

��I just want you to meet my friends.”

“Jus’ go home Bagman,” Bradley’s trying to help, but it washes over Avis like cold water. If Bradley is here, he isn’t distracting the bride and groom.

“Fuck off, Roo. Y’can’t tell me what to do.” Jake’s voice is louder than it was a minute ago and worry lances straight to Avis’ gut as she tries to hush him.

“Jake, honey-” Avis shifts from trying to get Jake out of the bar to trying to diffuse the situation, but he’s faster than she anticipates. Before she can even finish her sentence, he’s got her arm in his grip, tugging her towards them. The sandals that she’d slipped onto her feet when she left the house have next to no grip on the concrete, and he’s practically hauling her over to her father and Penny who, by some miracle, still haven’t caught sight of her.

“Jacob Seresin, you fucking unhand me right this moment!” Avis whisper-shouts, pulling against him.

Stopping in his tracks, Jake turns to her. He’s barely sobered up from their drinking games during brunch, but it’s the look on Avis’ face that tells him he’s crossed a line. Looking around, he sees that some of the others are watching them, seeing him practically manhandle his fiancée in public.

“Sorry, I-” His face is somber, like he really is realizing what he’s done. Any words he’s going to say are halted by someone patting his shoulder, standing next to him.

“What’s going on here?” Maverick peeks around Jake’s shoulder, his stomach dropping to his feet at the sight before him. His daughter, his pride and joy, standing in front of him, a death glare sent in the direction of one of his students. He had been on the receiving end of that same stare multiple times, and he did not envy Jake Seresin. But what confused him the most was her actual presence. They hadn’t spoken in over a year, and she purposely didn’t come to his wedding. What was she doing here? “Avis?”

Avis redirects her glare toward her father, her jaw set in stone. A low anger boils in the pits of her stomach, and it takes everything in her not to say words she might regret. In the corner of the patio, Bradley rakes a hand down his face, his head thrown back a bit and curls a drunken mess. This is exactly what they had been trying to avoid.

Her fiancé and father are both staring at her, each of them experiencing different emotions. The clicking of heels jolts her from her stupor, and when Penny comes from behind her father, Avis can’t help but let the anger rise higher. Bradley comes up behind her, grabbing her shoulders, steering her gently away from the group. Jake unfreezes then, following closely behind them.

“Rooster? What’s going on?” The sequence of events seems to have knocked some sobriety back to Jake’s senses, and he can tell that Avis is mad. But it’s more than that. He’s never seen her just stop working before. He can’t tell if she’s mad that he wouldn’t come with her, or if it’s the fact that he practically manhandled her through a crowd of strangers.

Avis only stops glaring at both men when Bradley has her turned far enough to make the angle weird, then she takes long strides toward the crashing waves. She huffs. This isn’t how she wanted to see her father again, nor reveal to him that she’s living in the area. Rooster stops halfway behind her, holding his arm in front of Jake to stop him as well. He turns to face his friend, and he almost feels sorry for him.

“Avis has a complicated relationship with her family. You know that, right?” Bradley asks Jake, turning back to watch Avis’ figure grow smaller in the distance.

Nodding, Jake looks over to his mustached friend. “Yeah, why?”

Sighing deeply, Rooster hates to be the one to tell Jake the truth, but he knows that Avis would have an even harder time telling him. “Mav’s her dad.”

A brick wall hits Jake. He nearly gives himself whiplash looking back towards the Hard Deck to see Mav, Penny and the others gathered, having a quiet conversation, no doubt about the situation at hand. He knew her last name, he just hadn’t associated it with Maverick’s. It makes sense now, the sleek, black hair and captivating, fiery green eyes. The devilish smile when they were play-fighting on the couch about what to have for dinner or what to watch for the evening. The toothy grin she gives him when she laughs really hard at his dumb jokes.

The salt water is almost licking at Avis’ toes when she finally stops walking. Hot tears streak down her cheeks, arms crossed over her chest as she hugs herself. She doesn’t know what to do. Everything is happening all at once. The realization that she really did give up her relationship with her dad over this. His love for another woman. But why? What had Penny ever done to her besides make her dad happy? She was happy with Jake. It was love, written into two different stories for two all-too-similar people. She can’t fathom herself, her decisions, or her mentality around it all.

Strong arms are suddenly encasing her in a warmth she’s familiar with, and Avis isn’t quite sure where she wants to be anymore. Jake rests his chin on her shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. They share a moment of silence before Jake speaks up. “Why don’t we go home, rest up, and we can talk about this after we both get home from work tomorrow?” It’s a kind suggestion, one that Avis is grateful for. Jake always knows what to do to bring her back down from the clouds.

Nodding, she pulls away from him, running a shaky hand down his arm, her fingers slipping between his own. The ring on her left hand feels heavy now, as though it holds the weight of the world on her finger. The careful balance she’d had between her past and future had been shattered.

The journey to the car feels too long for Avis’ preference, but she’s glad when she slides into the driver's seat. She steadies herself, attempting to brace for the coming days she knows will be fueled with truths revealed and secrets exposed. Jake thinks that he knows her like the back of his hand, but he’s not ready for what’s coming for him.

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brwnicons · 1 year

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bro, i miss you so much🥹 but on your last posts, i decide to send a request and my apologise if i did the wrong way of sending request !!!11!!1! 🫶🏼

😡💔🫂📖 with Stede Bonnet !!11!! anyways have great day/night, sweetie (´ω`) you can do other request or ignore this!!

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☆ You sent it perfectly, thank you! I'm so sorry for stopping writing so suddenly. I abused too much of my hyperfocus states I grew so tired I couldn't write anything. However this time I'll be taking things easy and healthy! Btw I love sharks!! 🦈💛 ☆

😡💔🫂📖 + Stede Bonnet

1k followers event: Send me 3/4 emojis and a character and I'll try to write something <3

-> Resume: Stede and Reader have a fight and Lucius steps in to solve everything before either of you dumbasses throw yourselves off to the sea because it seems like you two can't be apart for more than 5 minutes. 1.8k words (~7 min)

-> Tags: GN!Reader, First Mate Reader, Stede Bonnet x reader, Blackbeard didn't arrive at the Revenge here, Angst?? It doesn't feel like it, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Lucius should be paid for his therapy service. Talk it through my ass, Mr Bonnet.

-> Warnings: None

Please tell me if you see any mistake!

The atmosphere is uncomfortable and the tension surrounding the galley could be cut with a knife. Nobody talked and everyone would slightly flinch at the sound of cluttering.

The fight you had previously had with captain Stede was heard in every bit of the ship and it had been so strange to see you both shouting at each other that everyone else were left petrified. And now? You were eating with the crew for the first time in months, with a frown on your face and handling the cutlery roughly, as if instead of stabbing some steak you were stabbing Stede.

Lunch went abnormally peacefully and without any argument and when everyone was finished you headed to were Roach was cleaning up the dishes and remains.

—Let me help you— You offered Roach as you took a plate and a sponge and started scrubbing. Roach only shrugged in response and stepped aside to give you more space.

As you were both working in silence, you were able to notice his ocasional side glances on your head and his sometimes hesitating breaths, as if he were deciding whether your situation actually was or was not none of his business. After a couple of minutes he sighed and decided to ask.

— Uh... you OK? That seemed like a pretty much intense argument. We expected you two to take out your swords and all.— He tried to brush it off with a bit of humor and a indifferent pitch but you caught that he wanted something. Maybe it was comforting you (something kind of odd knowing Roach's personality) or he was trying to get fuel for the crew's gossip. Your current mood didn't let you think of his intentions as friendly and so you glared at him and left the dishes in complete silence, leaving through the door right after.

What you didn't know was that a certain scribe had been intently watching the scene.

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As the day progressed the deck's atmosphere began losing its previous tension and recovered its usually cheerfulness. You grabbed a broom and decided to busy yourself with some sweeping.

— Now, spit it. What the hell happened with you both before?—

You rose your head to meet Lucius' eyes next to you. He was sitting on the deck's stairs with his hands supporting his head.

— It's none of your business, Lucius— you turned to leave when you heard him stand up.

—None of- None of my business?! Dear, you've been nothing like yourself since that fight. You both never even fight!— he approached you and put his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him.

—Remeber when you helped me when Pete and I fought? About all the corny things you told me?— You looked down at the memory of asking Lucius to recall every time he and Pete cuddled or how happy he made him —Let me help you this time—.

You accepted your fate and sat down with him in the stairs, where you hugged him tightly.

— I was just worried about the raids... Last time he got hurt and I was so scared and— You could already feel the tears building up and you hid your face in your hands. You could feel Lucius' hand on your back, doing soothing circles —I don't want to lose him, Luce! He gets so carried away he forgets about taking care of himself!—

— And... That's why you told him you would left and resign as his First Mate if he didn't stop raiding without thinking? —

—Yeah...— You sniffed and wiped off your tears with the back of your hand when you felt a thin object being put on your knee. You accepted the handkerchief with a sad smile and wiped your eyes properly.

Seeing your current state, Lucius abruptly stood up and offered you his hand.

— I'll go talk with him — He had a stern look that said that his opinion couldn't be changed because the decision had been already made.

You sighed in defeat and, accepting his hand, you stood up and shook off your clothes.

— Alright... But don't be too harsh, please—

Lucius smiled at your words and gave you a few pats in the back

— Definetly you're not the same y/n that was trying to stab a piece of meat during lunch — You looked at him tiredly, he hadn't answer your question. — Alright, I promise. I won't be too harsh with him. —

You smiled and he gave you one final hug before walking towards the Captain's cabin.

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Lucius didn't even bother to knock and bursted open the door to the cabin. Any pirate captain would response to that disrespectful behaviour with the amputation of a finger at least. Instead, captain Bonnet seemed so busy weeping and sobbing in his bed, in a nest made of blankets and cushions, that he didn't hear neither Lucius bursting the door open nor his next approach.

When he was right next to his captain blanket-cocoon and Stede was still unaware of his presence, he cleaned his throat to call for his attention.

— Uh... Captain? I need to talk to you —

Stede gave a visible and violent full body flinch at Lucius' words. He turned his head to the boy next to his bed and quickly tried to act as if he wasn't crying just a second ago, his face still all piffy and red.

— Good lords, Lucius, you startled me! —

He took off the blankets and stood up with a quick jump. — Well, what do you need? I hope it's important, boy! I'm quite busy at this moment —.

Lucius huffed and approached the sofa. He sat on one edge and patted the spot next to him. — I'm here to talk about your fight with your partner. Now, move your ass here because I'm going to set some things clear —. Lucius' tone didn't admit rejection and after hearing a loud gulp from Stede, he had his captain sitting next to him, fidgeting with the edges of his robe.

— What do you mean you want to talk about y/n...? Have you talked to them? — Stede was no longer able to hide his nervousness. Yeah, he had gotten angry because his dear y/n had threatened with leaving if he didn't take care. But, still, he loved them and thinking about them being sad because of the fight made his heart break. He hadn't wanted to get so angry.

— Yes, I've been talking to them — Lucius took a deep breath and interrupted his thoughts. — I can't believe it! — He pointed at his chest — You're the one that always presses the whole "talk it trough" on us but then, you transform into a sad dog after a misunderstanding with your partner! It's ridiculous! —

— Well, I'm aware that I certainly haven't behaved‐ —

— No! — Lucius grabbed one cushion that was laying around on the couch and shoved it into his captain's face — Look! I've got the cushion so it's my turn to talk. Now, listen to me. You have fought with someone who was worrying about your health and well-being, because you're the only one able to lead a raid after having been stabbed in your damn stomach! They take care of you, they worry about you and you get mad at them because of an obvious lie?! —

Stede felt silent. He knew he had made a mistake the moment he saw you running under the ship after that fight. He had felt horribly after and as the coward he was, the only thing he did was sleep. And drink. Both to forget that he hurt you.

Lucius dropped the pillow on Stede's knees and crossed his arms.

— You may speak now –.

— Lucius... — Stede hugged the pillow tightly. His glassy eyes didn't allow him to see Lucius clearly — I'm so sorry we fought- I don't want them to leave! I mean- not because of my mistakes. — Lucius gave a hum of approval as he inquired him to keep going. Stede sighed.

— I love them so much, Lucius. When the possibility of them leaving crossed my mind I got so scared I could only shout at them... I certainly wasn't acting rationally... I let myself get carried by the heat of the moment —

— Keep going — Stede sighed again and decided to maintain his eyes in a loose thread of the pillow instead of holding Lucius hard gaze.

— Neither shouldn't I have been so reckless. We don't need the raids at this moment in time and I understand y/n is as worried as my well-being as I am about theirs. I should have had their feelings into account. —

Lucius grinned in success and clapped excitedly.

— That's good! Yes, sir! Now, how do you feel —

— Miserable —.

— Well, lucky you! I'm sure a certain someone has been happy to hear all this lament of yours — Lucius gave Stede a light punch in his shoulder that Stede answered with a instant "ow". He turned towards the cabin door and waved.

— I know you're there, y/n. You can come out now! —

You peeked out from behind the door and the moment Stede saw you he stood up a headed towards you.

— Oh, dear... — He dropped the cushion at the sight of your glassy eyes, not caring if he was already crying, and took hold of both of your hands.

— I am so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I am so sorry I hurt you. Please, I can't bear being apart from you knowing it was me who hurt you. Please, forgive me. I- —. You cut his spiraling of guilt with a tight embrace.

— Of course I forgive you, you silly —. You pulled apart to take his face in your hands — I shouldn't have said that I would leave. You know I wouldn't, I love you —

— Oh, dear. I love you too —. He hugged you again and you could smell the vanilla scent of his hair.

— Well, then. I'll let you two lovebirds to it. No need to thank me I see! — You heard Lucius' fake offended tone but before either of you could thank him, he dissapeared behind the door.

— He's quite a mediator... —. You giggled at Stede's thoughtful expression and hugged him again.

————

That night you picked out the book for the night reading. You fell asleep quickly, leaned on Stede's side. A soft blanket covered you both and although tiredness didn't allow you to distinguish his words, you could feel the deep rumbling of his chest while he talked.

And next morning, you woke up next to him in the captain's cabin. He had his head on your chest and his arms encircled you. He snored softly as the golden light from the morning sun made his hair glow.

How could you leave?

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persephonesportal · 2 years

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Family Line

Warning: Some violence (glass being thrown), yelling, talks of PTSD and trauma (reader is a psychologist),Angst, Jake Seresin is a warning in general, Canon character death mentioned

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin (Mentioned), Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell (Mentioned), Tom 'Iceman' Kanazsky (Mentioned), Carole and Nick Bradshaw (Mentioned)

This is just some backstory into the downfall of the Bradshaw siblings and how you met Jake

A/N: Yes I know Family Line by Conan Gray is based on something else but let me run with this please!

A/N: Please keep in mind it's been years since I've personally written fan fiction. But this might turn into a 3 parter.

Scattered 'cross my family line

I'm so good at telling lies

Looking back on what has happened in your life, you would have never believed you'd wound up here. Married to the man you adore, with a 1 year old son who is the light of your life and helping trauma victims in the navy as one of the best psychologists seen.

You are the eldest child of Nicholas and Carole Bradshaw. You were only 4 when you and your brother Bradley lost your father in that training accident and 18 when your mother passed from cancer. Before her death, you and Bradley both promised her you would stick by each other no matter what. Well that ended up broken a few years later.

But before this all happened, let's wind back to 6 years ago.

Flashback

Flinching as the glass shattered a few inches away from my head as it impacted the wall. Bradley huffing and puffing, red in the face.

"WHY WOULD YOU TAKE HIS SIDE?!" Manages to make it's way out of his mouth.

"Because Bradley, Maverick thinks he is doing the right thing. If you want the truth, talk to him about it" I breathe out, only noticing that I have a little tremor running through my body.

Bradley discovered that his naval application papers have been pulled and once he found out it was Uncle Pete, well he assumed I knew about it.

"No Y/N, I'm not stupid enough to talk to that man again and that fact you had something to do with it astounds me" Well that hurt.

No matter how many times I explained to him that I didn't have a clue about what Uncle Pete had done, he would not believe a word out of my mouth.

"GOD! Just because you will never amount to nothing doesn't mean the same should happened to me" He threw back in my face, continuing, "I hate you and after this, you're practically dead to me"

A few moments of silence fill the room after the realization of what he had just said. A tear rolls down my face and his face turns apologetic.

Raising my hand to stop him as his mouth opens to say something.

"Just leave Bradley please" It kills me to say that to my own baby brother but I need him gone.

Bradley shuts his mouth, starting to calm down but I walk out of the room to my bed. Starting to cry as I hear the front door slam.

I can run, but I can't hide

From my family line

FLASHBACK OVER

After what happened with Bradley, I tried to get in contact with him only to be sent to voicemail and then eventually being blocked all together.

Over the years I ended up staying close to my godfather Admiral Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, being there with him and his family for the holidays and other events.

It's hard to put it into words

How the holidays will always hurt

I watch the fathers with their little girls

And wonder what I did to deserve this

Being Uncle Ice's date to one of those events, being a navy ball, ended up as one of the best nights of my life.

I met him.

Lt. Jake 'Hangman' Grant Seresin

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #hangman imagine #jake 'hangman' seresin

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 22. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: there was supposed to be one more chapter before Rooster returned...............BUT!i m a sap and a whore and I couldn't help myself. hey you a minor? Yeah this ain't your turf, get the hell out !

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff then smut, Bradley being horny (shocker), Bea freaking out over her own thoughts.

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If someone asked her how the time flew by so quickly, she wouldn’t be able to answer. She just suddenly noticed they were already in October, and Rooster was coming back in just a few minutes. So she got ready two hours early, nerves shaking her whole body as she dressed up, deciding to wear a long sleeved maroon dress, her white combat boots and a bomber jacket just for warmth since the weather got colder.

Her boots hit the floor repeatedly as her legs bounced with anticipation, looking down at her phone only to see that it was almost three o’clock. Honestly she couldn’t help but feel nervous, she wasn’t the only one waiting for people and even if Shells assured her it’d be fine - the blonde just a few meters away - she wondered if that’d be a good idea. Technically they’ve been together three months, so, maybe it wouldn’t be so weird if she was there too waiting for him.

She had never entered the base before, only saw it from the outside, so she felt a bit intimidated by the sheer size of that place. There were other people there, spouses with children and she almost felt like she was intruding in some way. Penny was there too, but a bit farther from the two girls, looking up at the sky every so often with a smile on her face.

Beatrice bounced on her heels for a while, trying to ease her anxiety by moving on the same spot, doing the breathing exercises her therapist recommended. She got no gifts for him, she didn’t know if she should get something? Penny said that she was sure Rooster would be happy just seeing her there. There was a sudden roar of cheers coming from everyone around, Bea looked up to see movement in the sky, being followed by the sound of jet engines roaring.

He’s back. He’s really back.

She sucked in a breath, swallowing her nerves while waiting for a few more seconds before she looked back at Penny who was already walking forward. Bea was still unsure, her own steps slower than everyone else’s. She heard a noise coming from her left, turning her head to see Shells tackling Bob to the ground, kissing him repeatedly. She smiled sweetly at the scene but then her anxiety just returned with full force, would he be okay with this? What if he wasn’t? Should she just turn around and leave?

Her eyes lifted up when she saw two pilots in the distance, one of them shorter than the other and looking her way. It was Pete, who in turn smirked and jabbed his elbow on the other pilot’s ribs, who looked over his shoulder with a confused expression behind his sunglasses. She let out a quiet gasp, her own eyes widening as she continued to clench her hands together, his name leaving her lips in a whisper.

She saw his own lips move, forming her name before he dropped whatever he was holding to just bolt towards her. Beatrice didn’t even notice she was running as well until she felt his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. There was a clatter of his sunglasses hitting the ground with the force of their hugging, but Rooster didn’t care, he just buried his face on her neck, holding her so tight it was almost like he wanted to fuse them together.

Beatrice sighed, being happy to hold him, to know he was safe and with her again.She made no movement to stop the tears sliding down her eyes, nor the smile on her face with how relieved she was. She could hear nothing but the sound of his breathing, could smell nothing but his cologne seeping through his flight suit and could feel nothing but his mustache tickling her neck. He said something on her skin she couldn’t understand, so she pulled her head back when he did the same.

Rooster’s eyes were shining, with something akin to disbelief over those whiskey colored irises, “You came.” he whispered, “You came for me.”

Beatrice’s heart swelled, how could she ever doubt he’d be upset with her showing up? She wanted to beat her own brain sometimes, “Of course I did, Brad.” she replies, sniffling a bit but giving him a teary smile. Rooster breathed out a laugh, pressing their lips together in a kiss that took all the air out of her lungs, a happy exhale escaping her nostrils.

Her hands cupped his cheeks, a squeak of surprise leaving her mouth when she suddenly felt herself being lifted off the ground, his arms holding her beneath her butt. She giggles into his mouth, pulling back with a soft smack to press their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, gorgeous.” he says quietly, “I missed you so much.” Rooster pecks her lips one last time before he drops her to the ground, his arms still holding her waist to keep her close to him, “I have to finish some stuff and change…do you mind waiting for me? I won’t take long.”

Beatrice shook her head, “I don’t mind.” she leaned down to grab his fallen sunglasses, using her jacket’s sleeve to get rid of the dust on the lens - thankfully it wasn’t scratched- before slipping it over his eyes, returning his smile with one of her own. He leans down to press another kiss to her lips, hesitating on letting her go but having to eventually, walking backwards towards the base with her still in his vision.

She inhales happily, closing her eyes and thanking every deity for bringing him home safely, choosing to stay in the shade while waiting for him. Beatrice couldn't help but look at the jet planes in the distance, specifically Rooster’s, noticing how big it was. He controlled that huge aircraft by himself, god knows how many feet up in the air and with the wind hitting him from all sides…she had a reason to be worried about him when it didn’t come to things within his control, because she knew how good he was.

While she was waiting for Rooster to return, she blinked in surprise when Jake strolled over, “Bea,” he smiled while walking towards her, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Evelyn here for me?”

Bea blinked, looking over her shoulder to see her friend with her arms crossed and a less than pleasant façade, walking into the base,”Um…I don’t think so.” she frowns, seeing Evelyn talk to a random officer who pointed to a direction on the base, “I think she’s here to see her dad.”

Jake arched his eyebrows in surprise, “Her dad…her dad is navy?” she nods, “Interesting.” The two of them follow Evelyn with their heads as she walks deeper within the base, before she probably feels eyes on her and turns her head to the two. Evelyn’s eyebrows furrow, she lifts her sunglasses with a scowl, which only makes Beatrice wave sheepishly towards her. Jake, however, puffs up his chest so much that Bea thinks the buttons on his shirt would just pop off, “Maybe she needs help finding her father. I’ll be right back.”

“Jake–” Beatrice tried, but he was already speeding up his step to a still scowling Evelyn, who just rolled her eyes when he appeared next to her. Beatrice watched with interest, blinking in surprise when Evelyn seemed to sigh and nod, then slapped Jake’s hand when it neared her waist…well that's new. She didn’t ignore him like Bea thought she would. With her eyes on Evelyn and Jake, she didn’t see the person coming up behind her, but she did jump when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

Beatrice laughed softly, feeling Rooster’s lips pressing a series of little pecks on her neck, swaying her a bit in his grasp before he drags his mouth to her cheek, kissing the soft tissue, “I’m back.” he says on her skin, “Ready?”

“Yep.” he let go of her form to wrap his arm over her shoulder, tucking her to his side while he held his duffel bag with his other hand, walking the two out of the base with his beige colored Hawaiian shirt fluttering with the wind, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” he smiles, “Fixed everything before anyone could tell me to stay, so now I’m all yours.” her cheeks reddened and he couldn’t help but kiss them again, guiding her to the parked blue Bronco on the base’s garage. Since it was a Wednesday he knew she wouldn’t have to go to work, so they could spend pretty much the whole day together, well not only that but he got a fourteen days leave. He just wanted to tell her later.

“Oh, all mine huh?” she chuckles, whispering out a thanks when he opened the door for her, amazingly the car smelled quite nice for something that stood on the same spot for two months.

Rooster grinned, closing the door behind him to lean closer to her, “Yep, all yours,” he kissed her lips, keeping his own mouth there while speaking, “For fourteen days.” her mouth parted in a gasp and he took that chance to deepen the kiss. Beatrice hummed, her arms locking around his neck to bring him closer, while his hands slid down to her hips, then to the bottom part of her dress.

She made a noise against his lips, pulling her hands away to hold his wrists when he started to trail higher under the dress, “Roos, we can’t do this here!” she reminded him, looking around while he was busy licking and biting her neck, “Roos…” oh how he missed the way she said his name, he had to make up for the time he went away. He pulls back from her neck with his teeth dragging on her skin, the fresh red abrasion blooming on her neck as he adjusts himself on the seat.

He just smirks cheekily at her, pressing a quick kiss to her panting mouth, “I can’t help it, I missed you so much, pretty girl.” he murmurs, turning the engine on to drive them away from the base, “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

They got to his apartment, where Beatrice introduced Rupaul's Drag Race to Bradley, starting from thirteen then going backwards. He lied on his couch using her lap as a pillow, while she ran her fingers through the sandy strands repeatedly, in a pattern that made him fall asleep in seconds.

She didn’t mind it, he was so tired and he needed some rest, not helping but smiling down at his dozing form. He looked so much younger when he was asleep like that, his eyelashes fluttering as his irises moved behind the eyelids, the subtle twitch on the corner of his mouth while he dreamed, a soft snore coming out of him.

Beatrice leaned on a hand, watching her boyfriend sleep with pure adoration, twirling a strand of golden brown hair between her fingers, then turning back to face the tv. With Bradley asleep, she was still deciding how she’d break it to him that her family wanted him at the wedding this weekend, knowing very well it was too soon and he was still regaining his bearings.

She had two days to tell him, two days to mentally prepare him if he said yes. She was conflicted: while part of her wanted him to stay so he could be safe from the interrogation techniques her family would drop on him, the other part wanted him to go, she wanted the others to see him and know he was hers. But it was too much, too soon, he just got back, he wouldn’t want to go to a celebration with over one hundred people right?

She brought up the side of her thumb to her mouth, chewing the skin around it with a frown, this would be too much, no she shouldn’t say it. But he had to give her an answer, she knew he wouldn’t like it if he wasn’t given a choice…oh this was so complicated.

Why were her family members always so intense and why did they always ignored when she asked them things? Like, do not invite her new boyfriend to her favorite aunt’s wedding, nevermind if the aunt would be more than happy to meet him.

She then made scenarios in her head, hypothetically if he said yes what would happen? She’d still sit with Leo and Cyn and Bibi, which is good because Leonardo would be close to Brad and would give him tips on who to avoid. Like her cousins, ugh, she was not looking forward to them meeting him…her uncle Roberto, while comparing their own times being deployed might like Brad, her uncle Lucio too and maybe even her aunt Regina who’d just start speaking in quick Italian to him.

Oh god she had to teach him a few Italian words to watch out for. Because if they start just cursing at him she doesn't want him to have a response ready. Should she write all of this down? Maybe she should– wait no, she had ask him first, then she’d write everything down. Her aunt didn’t ask for a dress code unless you are the bridesmaids and groomsmen, with the boho styled outfits she prepared for them, so that was good. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.

The ceremony and the party would be at the vineyard close to the hotel, huge open space, they could go back by foot with how close it was. No need to worry about driving there. God her uncles and cousins would make him try grappa, but considering Rooster, he’d be able to handle he’s not a guy who’d get drunk easily…if everything goes well, which she hopes very hard it does, they’d just stumble back to the hotel and sleep then get the hell out the next morning. She wouldn’t be able to deal with the breakfast with her family, no matter what.

She also hoped she wouldn’t have to get a room close to her cousins, the ones who’d be thirsting over Rooster, because the last thing she’d need would be the three of them knocking on the door bothering the two. Beatrice huffed, still chewing the skin on her finger but this time she moved to her index, hissing in pain when she tugged too hard, licking the blood away.

Okay, how would she go through this? Hey Brad, remember my family? Yeah they want you to go to my aunt’s wedding with me, but please don’t freak out by the sheer amount of people there. How many? Oh, one hundred and ninety one, half of them are my family members.

Beatrice had to make sure to explain she wouldn’t mind if he said no, first and foremost, he shouldn’t feel obliged to go because of her. She could handle her own family’s critiques of her - but she’d defend him if they ever came his way because of it. She looked down at him once more, watching him nuzzle the flesh of her thigh in his slumber, going back to combing his hair.

There was also the fact she had to say she loved him, which she did. She came to terms with it as time went by, and Dr.Varma helped her through it, she just had to tell him. But if she did before the wedding, would he go just because of that? No, that’s a bad idea, maybe she should tell him after the wedding if he agreed to it… she was getting a headache. She rubbed her forehead with her palm heel, moving it in circular motions for a few seconds before blinking hard.

Maybe she should think of something else.

Like Penny’s Halloween celebration at the Hard Deck on friday! That’d be fun…then the next day would be her aunt’s wedding and she had to act up soon. Okay, maybe she’d have to tell him…later, after he woke up from his nap. Yes, get this over with, get his answer and then decide what to do after! There, perfect. No need to keep thinking about it.

Yet, surprise surprise, she kept thinking about it! She was too anxious to think of anything else, even noticing three episodes of Drag Race went by without her noticing, “Shit.” she whispered quietly, grabbing the remote to return to the episode the two of them were watching earlier, flicking her gaze down at him to check if he was still asleep. He was, thank God.

She paused the episode at the time she remembered they were watching, waiting for him to wake up so they’d continue. Her legs were getting a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to move, not when he looked so cute while sleeping. So she waited a bit longer, still wracking thoughts in her mind, moving her gaze to the window just to see the sun starting to set on the horizon.

There was movement on her leg, his hair brushing on her skin being followed by a confused groan. She turned her face towards him, seeing his eyes squint confusedly at his surroundings, the cheek that was pressed to her leg was red and his hair was swept upwards thanks to the position he slept in. Beatrice bit her lower lip trying to hold back her laugh, gently combing the messy tresses to their original position, “Hey,” she whispered, watching him rub his hand over his face, “Hey sleepyhead.”

Rooster groaned, dropping his face back down on her thighs, his hot breathing hitting her legs in a huff while his arms wrapped around her waist. Beatrice smiled wider, adjusting herself on the couch so she could have more space, earning a muffled complaint from him. “I’m not going anywhere, Roos! I’m just getting comfortable.”

“Hrrmmm…don’t move” no man should have such a sexy, sleepy thick voice, especially if this man was Rooster “You are so…soft…” his words distorted with a yawn, rubbing his face on the side of her dress, “I’m sleeping,g’night.”

“Oh, are you?” he snores loudly in response, making Beatrice laugh, going back to combing his hair, “It’s okay, I don’t mind you sleeping on me.”

He peeks one eye open, his eyes still glazed with sleep, but he smiles that boyish grin she loves so much, “Is it ‘cause I’m cute?”

“Yes.” she replies without missing a beat, “You call me cute all the time but I don’t think you are aware how cute you are too.” she brushes her finger over his mustache, combing the hairs down, running a hand over his jawline once she’s done, “You are cute and handsome.”

“Hmmm…am I?” he leans into her touch like a cat, she was almost sure she could hear him purring with delight, “You going to….hook me in,pretty girl. I might never let you go if you keep those sweet,sweet words going.” he groans one last time, forcing himself to sit up straight. His Hawaiian shirt was all rumpled up, the collar bent in the opposite direction and the creases on the fabric were more prominent now. He yawned one more time, clenching his eyes and scratching his jaw, smacking his lips when the sleep slowly left his body, “I’m going to–” another yawn cut his sentence short, “Wash my face, look presentable.”

“Okay,” she smiles, watching him stand to his feet, stretching his limbs with a heavy sigh. “While you do that, I’m going to get us dinner.” he stops in the hallway, a hand in his hair while his head turns in her direction. “What do you want?” she asks while unlocking her phone.

He drops his gaze, then runs it all over her body at least twice, licking his lips once he’s done “Hmmm, you in every position imaginable,pretty girl.” he says smoothly, which almost makes Beatrice drop her phone, giving him a wide eyed stare. Rooster chuckles, walking backwards into his bedroom, poking his head out to wink at her before disappearing completely. Her cheeks flame up immediately, but she smiles, biting her lower lip with her head shaking in disbelief as she swipes down to the number of her favorite pizzeria.

She could get the app open and order from there, but it was too slow for her liking so she chose to call there instead.Leaning over the island to hold the phone up to her eyes with her elbows supporting her weight she taps her bare foot on the floor, after pressing the phone to her ear.

“Hi, good evening, I wanted to order a couple pizzas.” she tells the man on the other line, looking up when she hears Rooster’s footsteps getting closer from the outside, suddenly a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her flush against his chest. She lets out a noise of surprise, but holds the arm around her with her free hand, “Two medium sized…I’d like a pepperoni and a margherita.”

Rooster leans closer to her ear, “Stuffed crust,” he whispers, pressing a wet kiss to skin close to her ear “On both.”

“Stuffed crust, yes on both of them.” she holds back a noise when he drags his hands down to her hips, slipping them under the bottom of her dress, pulling the fabric upwards to grab her thighs. She sucks in a breath, “Y-Yes,um, we’d like some garlic bread, yeah.” she bit her lower lip hard when he pressed his front to the curve of her buttocks, grinding the soft flesh, “O-Oh, we are going to get free s-s-soda? That’s-that’s great.” Beatrice held back a sigh, her voice still shaking when she told the man on the other line the address, who as soon he told how long it’d take for the pizza to be ready and bid his goodbye to her she finished the call with her face flushed red.

She turned around to ask him what he was doing, but he just spun her around again, going back to the same position they were before. “How long do we have?” he asks against her neck, her own anger dissipating into something else entirely.

“F-Fifteen minutes.”

“Hm,I can do that.” Rooster smirks on her neck,tilting her head back to slam their lips together. It’s been two long months without her. He was going to make up for the lost time starting right now. He loved when she smiled against his lips, even with her cheeks burning as bright red as they were right now, even with her still trembling a bit when he touched her, she was happy.

He pulled her dress up to her waist, hooking his fingers on her underwear tugging them down her legs, giving her left buttcheek a quick slap that made a squeal escape her lips. Rooster, thankfully, had no belt on which made it a lot easier to unzip his jeans and briefs to his mid thighs, pulling out the tin foil packet from his back pocket.

He kept his lips on hers, swallowing her soft moan when he pressed against her - soon after the condom was on -, slowly inching forward. Beatrice’s legs shivered against his own, but she pushed her lower body back, forcing him to slide in faster than before, entering fully with both of them moaning when it happened. He panted softly, his half open eyes seeing her face flush up to its usual vibrant red, “You are already so wet for me.” he whispers, moving his hips slow at first, “So wet and so tight, fuck I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” she gasps, holding the arms around her waist tightly, “Brad…”

“Been thinking of you,” he says between breaths, “While I was gone, all the time, y’know? Nothing–shit– nothing compares to the real thing.”

Beatrice whimpers,hearing he touched himself while thinking of her was affecting her even more, which in reality she did the same. She never sent him the nudes she planned, mostly because she was too nervous to do it yet, fearing it’d distract him instead of giving him the boost she expected. Of course, she was wrong. “I-It doesn’t.” she replies, “R-Roos…”

“I got you pretty girl,” he says on her neck, “I got you,” he presses his brow bone her nape, breathing in the lavender scent with a smile, this time it was real. She was real. He looks back down to where he could see himself disappearing inside of her, the globes of her ass shaking with the movement of his thrusts. He moves her hair out of the way, twisting it over her shoulder so he could reach her neck and jaw with his teeth.

Beatrice moans brokenly when he digs his teeth on her neck, his thrusts speeding up enough for her breasts to bounce with the rhythm, “R-Roos!” he drags one hand from her waist, squeezing one of her breasts “Brad!” the sound of his thighs hitting her backside echoed around his kitchen, their moans mingled together.

He took one quick look at the clock on his wall, “Time to speed this up, gorgeous, you ready?’ she nods with a whimper, letting out a yelp when he swoops down to slap her ass again. Beatrice’s moans only got louder as if it was even possible,tossing her head back over his shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her skin thanks to the perspiration.

His hips moved so much faster she couldn’t even moan anymore, her moaning breaking with his thrusts, getting higher and higher, her own hips pushing back against his when she felt the familiar pressure building up, “Oh my god, omygodomygodomygod, Bra–” she doesn’t finish his name, because the scream that rips out of her prevents her from doing so. She digs her nails on the back of his arms, legs almost tumbling out with fatigue if he wasn't holding her up.

It doesn’t take too long for him either, his hips hitting he ass repeatedly until he grunted out her name, his own lower body faltering for a second and he had to use the island for support. He presses his face to her damp neck, breathing in and out quickly, his other hand still squeezing her breast, “Fuck…” he pushes the two forward until she’s pressed front first to the cool marble, enjoying how it chilled her warm skin. They stay like that for a few seconds, before Bradey lifts his head to press a wet kiss on her nape, “You okay?”

“Hmhmmm…” she smiles through her hair, “I’m very good…”

He laughs, regaining his breathing, wiping some sweat off his temples with the back of his hand. His eyes narrowed down to the perfect red handprint on her buttcheek, not being able to hold back his proud smile, “Why don’t you take a shower in my bathroom? I’ll use the one down the hall.”

“You have another bathroom?” her voice is slurred and confused, a whimper vibrating her throat when he pulls out.

“I think it’d be better, as much as I want us to shower together, I don’t think it’d be wise. We’d never get the pizza.” he watches her straighten up,pulling her dress down to cover her ass but his hand connects to the other cheek before she’s able to, Beatrice yelps in surprise, speeding up her step away from him.

Soon after her shower, and after slipping on another one of his old shirts - a simple black shirt that hugged her hips, Beatrice walked out of the bathroom to see Rooster waiting for her on his couch, the boxes open and waiting for them, “Hey,” he smiles when she tugs the shirt a bit, “Comfy?” Beatrice nods, taking in his outfit of gray sweatpants and no shirt before she sat down next to him. “Which one do you want?”

“Either is fine,” she says, thanking him when he picks up a slice of pepperoni for the two of them. He presses play on the Drag Race episode they were watching earlier, while munching down the pizza, one of his arms leaning on the back of the couch. She ate her own slice quietly, following the contours of his body before looking back at the TV.

This was the episode Denali was going to send Kahmora home, but she wouldn’t tell him that, not when he seemed so invested already. While they watched the show in silence, she flicked her eyes towards him every once in a while, feeling that if she didn’t tell him about it now she’d probably regret it. “Brad…” he hums, cheek stuffed with pizza with his eyes glued to the tv, “I need to tell you something.”

That got his attention, his chewing stopping completely to move his focus to her. She placed her slice on a napkin, sitting on her knees, interlacing her hands together on top of her thighs.

“I…you can say no and I won’t be hurt,” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “It’s…um…oh Jesus this is hard.” Beatrice closed her eyes briefly, inhaling deeply to open her eyes again, “I…you were invited to my aunt’s wedding. To go with me, I mean– you don’t have to! You can say not and I won’t be upset, I promise. But–but they found out about you and I told my parents to not do this, to not drag you into this,” she chuckles weakly, “Get it, drag? Drag race– nevermind I’m very nervous telling you this. I don’t know what to do. So…so yeah, there’s that.”

Bradley finally swallowed his own bite, staring at her with an unreadable gaze. He moves his tongue against his cheeks, tsking once he feels his teeth are clean, “Do you want me to go?”

“I…I…yes. But not–not if it makes you uncomfortable.” she whispers, not meeting his eyes, “If we go together and you feel something is wrong we’ll just leave. I’ll stay for the ceremony but not the party.” she frowns, “I know it’s too soon and I’m sorry–”

“I’ll go.”

“What?”

Bradley leans his arm on the couch again, turning his torso to face her, a smile on his face, “I said I’ll go.” she just stares at him, jaw slack and eyes open wide, “I told you I’d like to meet your family.”

“W-Well yes but, but there’ll be more than just my close family there.” he hums “There’ll be a lot of people there Roos…and you just got back! Wouldn’t you prefer to,I dunno, stay at home instead of going to a wedding to meet people who’d probably make you wonder if you got into a Cosa Nostra meeting?”

He laughs at her nervous joking, scooting closer to cup her chin, keeping her eyes on his, “I was two months without you, pretty girl. If you think a bunch of loud folk will be able to keep me away from you you’d be very wrong.” he leans down to peck her lips, still rubbing her chin, “When will we go?”

We. He’s going. Oh my god he’s going, “T-This saturday. It’s a weekend celebration…Brad are you sure? Please don’t do this because of me. I-I’ll be fine if you say no.”

“That sucks because, I don’t wanna say no.” he grins, “Not to you.”

Beatrice lets out a sudden breath she didn’t know she was holding, her eyes stinging with tears that she doesn’t even know why she’d be crying. Happiness? Worry? Both? She sniffles then, nodding towards him before she hugs him tightly, smelling the fresh scent of his skin, “I promise I’ll do my best for you to have a good time there.”

“I know, gorgeous.” he kisses the top of her head, “I know.”

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