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javiscigarette · 2 months

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Emergency Contact

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Frankie gets in trouble and this is the last time you're helping him. At least that's what you tell yourself.

Warnings: angst, smut, post break up, mentions of drug/alchol use/abuse, military ptsd, frankie on a downward spiral and needs to get his shit together, emotional smut because I had to, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, frankie is literally this emoji -> 🥺 the whole time

w/c: 6.8K

a/n: part of @iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0!!! I picked puppy eyes brown and my genre was angst with the prompt: "Tell me how to fix this." And guys listen. I literally never write angst I’m such a softy but I tried my best with this okay! and I obviously had to include some smut I just couldn't resist hehehe. Also thank u to my baby love @undrthelights for finding theses pics and for everything else you do :) enjoy!

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You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain. But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath. “Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

The vibrations of your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you from a deep slumber, your heart is already pounding at the sudden noise, the rest of your body slow and sluggish as you try to gain your bearings.

You paw for your phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen when you find it. A call from a number you don't recognize. You debate letting it go to voicemail but the area code is local and that makes you pick up, a raspy Hello? leaving your mouth as you roll over in bed, glancing at the clock.

2:13 am.

The sound of your name crackles down the line, the immediately recognizable voice causing your heart to plummet to your ass.

"Frankie?" You ask, sleep quickly leaving you as tension takes its place.

"...Yeah, sorry, I…I didn't know who else to call." His voice is frail and pinched.

You don't have to ask him what's wrong, your brain already piecing the puzzle together You've been in this exact position before. The anger is already starting to creep in, your brow furrowed and stomach twisting as a familiar rage blooms in your chest.

"You couldn't have called anyone else?"

You know the answer is no. The rest of the boys are on a mission, leaving him behind after he failed on his promise to stay clean for long enough to get cleared to go. And now, you’ve fallen victim to that decision too,being the only person left to call whenever he finds himself without a leg to stand on. Frankie in trouble, you bailing him out. Just like normal.

"I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you I just..." he takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm at the station on Oak street. Can you maybe... pick me up?"

You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself and reign in the anger at the way he's gotten under your skin already.

"What did you do this time, Frankie?"

He's quiet for a second before he finally says, "DUI. And um, slightly resisting arrest? It’s uh, it’s my first one and I didn’t blow too high so they’re letting me go as long as I show up for court in a few days."

His voice is soft but you can hear him fighting back emotion, his voice cracking and straining under the pressure. the sound eliciting sympathy you desperately wish you didn't feel.

"Jesus, Frankie," you sigh, defeated already.

It shouldn't even faze you at this point. It should be expected given the path he's fallen down since his return home from their last mission 3 months ago. The Frankie you knew before he left had been a steady force. Protective, headstrong but soft in his demeanor, so sweet and full of love. The man now standing in his shoes still holds some traits of that Frankie, but they've all been scarred and tainted with his fall from grace.

Memories of the nights spent tucked in his bed, his arms around you, his hands buried in your hair come flooding back like they usually do. The sound of his laugh, the feel of the downy hairs on his forearm pressed against your skin and the steady thrum of his pulse under his jaw as you placed kisses against his neck. The words you would speak softly to one another in the early hours of the morning, secrets only shared with each other under the protection of black velvet night sky.

All of it traded for bitter resentment and anger towards a version of the man that was ripped away from you.

When he was gone, you’d sleep in his shirts and on his pillow, clinging to the faded scent of his cologne as your brain conjured up ghost touches from his fingertips. Dreaming of the day that he'd come home, how he might touch you, and kiss you, the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. A reunion so deeply desired that the day after he returned was a sharp double edged sword - a blessing, and a curse. The Frankie that walked back in your life was broken, smothered with the weight of the innocent lives on his hands.

Warmth and tenderness traded for stony silence. Nights now spent at the bar, warming himself up with vodka instead of your embrace. Fights ending in harsh words and raised voices as he stubbornly dug his heels in deep, too ashamed to admit he needed help. Staying out late with no warning and coming back at dawn smelling of smoke, weed, and liquor. You are always wondering where he went, who he was with, if he was safe, or if he’d found someone else to soothe the pain.

Then the coke. An old habit that was kicked to the curb in his earlier years now back with a vengeance. Your ultimatum quickly following.

This or you.

A choice you prayed he'd be strong enough to make, but was clearly not.

And now here you are. Two months since you walked away, trying to convince yourself it was for the best. The majority of the last two months of his life is a mystery to you, which you've accepted is probably for the better.

"I know," he finally replies. "I'm so sorry baby, you know I..."

You can almost hear the way his jaw snaps shut, three words catching on his tongue. You don't need to ask to know what the next words are. Tonight was not the first time he's tried to use them in a vain attempt to patch up a crack in the foundation of your crumbling relationship.

There’s nothing but silence on the line as a war wages within you. Part of you wants to believe that he’s the selfish, careless man that he’s recently proven himself to be. But your heart whispers in your ear a softer notion. He's scared. Fragile. Battered. Embarrassed. Alone.

With a heavy sigh, you run your hand down your face in a feeble attempt to wipe away some of the grogginess clinging to you.

"I'll be there in 20," you say.

There's a pause before he speaks, "Really?"

Always an air of disbelief.

"Yes. But this is the last time I'm doing this Frankie, I mean it,"

"I know, I... thank you."

You don't bother to reply, simply hanging up the phone as the heaviness of this final gesture sets in. The gravity of the situation, of the line you're about to cross, already threatening to consume you.

This will, without a shadow of a doubt, be the last time you show up to save Frankie’s ass.

At least that’s what you tell yourself. Just like you told yourself the last time this happened and the time before that. But this time will be different. You'll set new boundaries. That's it, just ride this storm one final time and be done.

You know it’s a lie, one you desperately want to believe it.

___

He’s standing outside the doors of the small station, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising and dissipating in the still night air. He looks up as he hears the engine of your car approaching, the red glow of his cigarette temporarily highlighting the deep frown on his lips as he takes one last drag before he flicks the butt aside and heads your way.

The anxiety radiating off of him is tangible as he drops into the passenger's seat, gently shutting the door and peering at you with wide puppy dog eyes full of shame. You don't look at him, focusing on backing out of the parking spot before pulling onto the road.

He picks at the skin around his thumb and bounces his leg, his jaw tight. You wonder how long he’s been at the station. How long he’s been sober. You’re still not sure if he entirely is right now.

Most of the ride is silent save for the hum of your engine and the clicks of your turn signal. His eyes never leave you, he can feel him boring a hole in your profile, trying to catch your eye as you watch the road.

"What?" you finally snap.

"Nothing, just...I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight. I can sleep on the couch, I…I don’t really want to be alone right now" he speaks so softly it makes your stomach lurch.

"Absolutely not."

"Please? I'll leave early in the morning, by the time you wake up I'll be long gone."

The rage is back, glowing red hot in your chest, fingernails digging into the leather of the steering wheel, your knuckles white and tense. How fucking dare he ask.

"Absolutely. Fucking. Not," your grit your teeth with each word, biting off the end of the sentence with a sharp finality.

"Right. Okay."

Silence takes over once again, your heart slamming against your chest, heat crawling up your neck as your cheeks grow red and damp. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. Absolutely not.

Frankie leans his head back against the headrest and rolls it to the side to watch you again. You can feel the disappointment radiating off him, hear him sniffling, his eyes, big and glassy, pleading when you glance over at him.

It would be a lie to tell yourself that your “plan” isn't already halfway out the window as your jaw clenches and your gaze ping pongs between the road ahead and the man beside you. Deep in the darkness of your soul you know that with Frankie is where your comfort lies. It’s tucked in the space between his ribs, squished alongside his heart and lungs, running the length of his spine and settling between each vertebrae. You worry you may never be able to completely dislodge it, unsure if it would ever fit anywhere else in any other person.

Maybe it would be easier if Frankie didn't fill up the cracks in your heart with the fractured parts of his. If he didn't take up room in your brain that's not his to own, if he didn’t crawl under your skin and take root into your DNA. Now every cell in your body knows what it feels like to be next to him, now programmed to cry out for his presence when he isn’t near.

And it’s no different now. He’s here, looking so pathetic it’s almost laughable, staring at you with tears sliding down his cheeks that glisten in the glow of the headlights passing you by. Crying over something that’s entirely his fault. You should be the one crying right now. Not him.

So you do.

Hot angry tears spilling over your lash line. Though you can’t decide who you’re more upset with. The man who drank himself out of your life, or yourself for falling for him once again in spite of it all. Either way, it’s not enough to convince yourself to stay firm in your decision.

Fucking pathetic. Both of you.

“You’re out first thing in the morning and then I’m done Frankie. I fucking mean it this time, we can't keep doing this to each other."

“Okay. I promise baby, I will. First thing, I promise." He replies quietly.

Your hand flinches with the urge to reach over and slap him for calling you baby. But instead, you clench your jaw and you shake your head at him.

"Don’t call me that, Frankie."

He quickly nods his head in understanding, his eyes again facing forward as he wipes away the wetness from his cheeks, watching the road the rest of the way to your house.

—

Neither of you move once the car is parked in your driveway. The silence is heavy, cut only by the tick of the engine slowly cooling once you remove the keys from the ignition. You chance a look at him and find him picking at his thumb once more, his face red, his eyes soft and timid when they meet yours.

“Tell me what happened, Frankie?”

You ask even though you don’t really want to know.

Frankie sucks in a breath and scrubs a hand down his face.

"I got into a fight at the bar, got kicked out, made the dumb fucking decision to try and drive home and...now I'm here," he laughs mirthlessly as he waves his hands as a vague gesture to you, your house, his current situation. You can't tell if he's telling you the whole story, his answer simple and devoid of context. The context you’re sure wouldn't be good for you to know.

“You could’ve killed someone, Frankie. yourself included,” you say after a few beats, your voice comes out sharp, frustration bleeding in each syllable.

He slowly nods as huffs out a breath.

"I know... it was stupid, and I was an idiot I...shit I was really careless and not thinking straight I’m sorry. I'm really sorry I-"

"I mean seriously Frankie,” you snap, cutting him off. “Do you ever, I mean ever, think about anyone but yourself? Or has it genuinely never crossed your mind that your shit might possibly affect the people around you?"

Frankie opens his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he's about to respond. You don’t give him a chance to.

"How many more times are you going to take advantage of me, make me look like a fucking dumbass always showing up to rescue you? Why am I always the one covering for you, taking your crap, cleaning up your messes, only to have you throw it right back in my fucking face, every single time!"

Your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, chest heaving with each word that flies from your mouth. Two months worth of bitterness bubbling up from deep down, spilling over and cascading down your face in the form of frustrated tears.

"When did you become so fucking selfish, Francisco?!"

Hearing his full name fall from your lips spurs Frankie on, the last of his shards of resolve flying away as his walls come down.

"I don't fucking know okay?! I don't fucking know!" You flinch at the rise in his voice and his tone stings. But it's how quickly he follows up with a softer, feeble excuse that adds fuel to the fire, "I'm doing the best I can."

That does it for you. Hot searing molten rage pulses under the skin of your face, the tips of your ears hot with blood.

"Doing the best you can? The best you fucking can, Frankie? Fucking bullshit! Getting into bar fights, spending all your money on booze and blow, losing your fucking pilot license because you were too coked up to see straight? Was losing your driver's license just putting your best foot forward? Throwing your whole life away just because you refuse to get clean? Is that really the best you can do?"

You pause and swallow, giving Frankie a second to take it all in, letting him process the onslaught of scalding truths you've thrown at him, before you quietly continue,

"I can't keep doing this, Frankie. I just can't."

He sniffs and shakes his head in what appears to be defeat, his gaze fixed on his hands folded in his lap.

“I know...fuck. I know I’ve fucked up alright? I know that. I just don't know how to fix this," he admits quietly, his wide eyes watching you helplessly. “Tell me how. Tell me how I can fix this. Please."

You bark out a laugh, sarcastic and cynical.

"Are you serious right now? What do you mean you don’t know what to do? How many times did I help you try to find a therapist, try to get you into a program? How many times did I suggest AA? Don't fucking tell me you don't know what to do because you do."

He nods, shifting around in the seat, sniffling yet again as he looks back at you. "Okay, okay. I get it, okay? But what can I do right now? To fix this at least for tonight?"

You sigh, deep and heavy, your entire body now just exhausted. You half wish he would put up more of a fight, call you a bitch, snap back at you for going off on him. Maybe it’d make it easier for you to let him go. But instead, he looks at you with desperate eyes and you can feel your resolve crumbling once again.

"Just forget it, Frankie.”

But he won’t give up that easily. The man is persistent, you’ll give him that.

"I'm serious. Tell me what I need to do right now to fix this. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?"

You stare back at him, jaw clenched, biting back the next words you were about to speak. They die on the edge of your tongue. You know the answer is.

Not a single damn thing.

"Look, I'll try harder, I fucking promise alright?” His tone becomes more frantic as your silence stretches on. “I’ll fucking try harder, please just...please," Frankie pleads, more tears welling in his eyes.

Your throat is tight, your head spinning and aching as your blood roars in your ears. He's already taken enough, stealing more would simply be the end of you. Giving in now would mean you've swallowed the bait, falling hook line and sinker into his trap, stepping back onto the slippery slope you've fought so hard to escape. And for what? More heartache, more bullshit excuses, more fighting, more pain?

But one glance into his wide-eyed, watery gaze and you know he's got you. Again. Faster than you can tell your mind no, your heart, foolish and hopeful, speaks for you instead.

"Lets just get some sleep, okay? It's late. We can...we can figure it out tomorrow."

"Thank you," he whispers immediately, relief coming off of him in waves. "I really mean it, I-thank you, I promise I’ll—“

“Can we not talk anymore Frankie? I just wanna go to sleep."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, let’s go."

There's nothing left to say, washing over the two of you as you make your way inside. You give him a towel and dig up some of his old clothes that live in the back of your closet from when he was here almost every night. You're back in bed before he’s done with his shower, tucked underneath the covers with your face pressed against your pillow, the silk fabric soaking up your tears of sadness and frustration.

The water shuts off and you can hear him getting settled in the living room. A pillow being fluffed, the creak of the couch when he sits.

And then soft footsteps on the hardwood 5 minutes later, padding their way into your room.

He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t bother speaking either. He just simply creaks open the door and walks over to the other side of the bed, peeling back the covers before slipping into bed beside you.

You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain.

But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath.

“Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

You don’t have any fight left in you. Because at the end of the day, a night spent wrapped up in his arms, inhaling his scent, touching his skin and his beating heart is worth a thousand fights. And a million shattered dreams.

You don’t answer him, but you don’t tell him to leave either. Instead, you block out any looming thoughts, the impending worry of where this could go, or how bad the damage will be. For now, you chose to focus on the rise and fall of Frankie's breath against your skin, the way you fit so perfectly into his arms.

One more night.

Frankie presses a kiss into the back of your neck, repeating his previous sentiment in a rough scratchy whisper, "Just one more."

And you listen to it resonate, bouncing around the walls in your head and tickling the space behind your eardrums.

Inhale

Exhale.

You should want to fight.

But instead, your body melts his, molding your bones and flesh against his, fitting into all the creases and gaps that have been carved out and reserved just for you.Trying to forget, to bury this pain as deep as possible,. Just for tonight.

He waits a few more minutes, waiting until your breathing levels out with his before he makes his next move. His fingers trace mindless patterns on the skin of your stomach, goosebumps erupting under his fingertips, rippling outwards like a rock being tossed in a pond. He leans in once more, slowly dragging his nose up the length of your neck and curling his lip to press another kiss behind your ear. Then another.

And then another, this time lingering as he sucks softly on your skin.

Inhale.

You close your eyes, hoping for anything but this, yet feeling the sting of arousal spark below your skin.

And exhale.

You’re better than this. You won’t stoop down to his level, you won’t let him chew you up and spit you out again.

But fuck, his lips are soft and warm, so is the breath as he exhales against your neck, lightly swiping his tongue and soothing the faint red mark he left behind with a small little hum.

“Frankie..." You warn, albeit much more breathless and weak than you would have liked.

“Tell me to stop and I will," he murmurs, his beard gently grazing your sensitive skin, causing your toes to curl.

You take another deep breath, but this one is shaky, as you can't help but tighten your grip around his hand, squeezing his fingers as you lean your neck to the side, exposing more of your soft skin to him.

Dead in his trap. Caught so fucking easily. Pathetic.

But if his teeth and lips and tongue and soft, gentle touches are how you go down, then so fucking be it.

He hums his appreciation against your skin, scraping his teeth down to your shoulder, latching his mouth on a spot and sucking harder. Strong, callused fingers continue exploring, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to give him permission.

He rolls his hips forward against your ass and you bite your lip to stifle the whimper at how hard he is against you, his soft grunts in your ear traveling straight between your legs and fanning the flames building.

Then suddenly, he's sliding his hand up your shirt, squeezing your waist and traipsing over your chest until he’s cradling the weight of your breast in his palm, his thumb slowly brushing over your peaked nipple, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to moan out loud.

A small gasp escapes you instead, your fingernails digging into the back of his hand.

"Frankie."

This time not a warning. It’s a plea. A desperate, burning want that you should be ashamed of.

He murmurs into the shell of your ear then, his tone is deep and scratchy.

“I miss you...I need you, baby. Just tell me to stop if you want. But I... fuck I miss you so much."

You don't tell him to stop.

You roll your hips back instinctively, a warm wave of arousal washing over you at the feeling Frankie's hardened length pressed firmly against your ass. He grunts in satisfaction as his palm slides from your chest and up your throat to your jaw. His grip is gentle as he turns your head to face him, his lips against yours without missing a beat.

It’s too easy to fall right back into him, back into the practiced, very well rehearsed routine. To let him glide his tongue along the seam of your lips and coax them open so he can lick into your mouth, getting the taste of his tongue stuck behind your teeth. Too easy to let him remind you just how easily you fit in the palm of his hand, how tightly you’re wound around his finger.

He kisses you fervently, desperately almost, lips and tongue moving against yours as though he’s trying to devour you whole, just like he used to. He’s been starving for too long.But right now, he's finally found nourishment, the feeling of your body under his hands and the taste of you on his tongue feeding his soul. Wanting more. Always more, entirely unable to help himself.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs, his mouth half a centimeter away from yours. “Let me make you feel good baby, please.”

As if you could say no.

As if you even wanted to.

He pushes his leg between yours, thick, firm muscle under warm skin pressing against your clothed core and you answer him with a roll of your hips, seeking out any sort of friction you can.

It takes less than half a second for him to have you flipped over on your back. When Frankie truly wants something, he does it quickly and efficiently.

He moves above you, licking and kissing a trail down your neck. He makes his way down your body, greedily nipping at the skin stretched over your collarbones. He swirls his tongue over each nipple, only moving on when he’s satisfied. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your ribs and your tummy just above your navel, his beard tickling skin, making it twitch under his mouth.

Your body is cooperating far more than it should, your hips lifting up instinctually when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, your thighs automatically parting further, and your hands migrating to his head. Your fingers tangle in his soft curl, your nails softly scratching his scalp just like you know he likes.

And when his tongue drags up your thigh you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the reactive moan. But your back arches with pleasure anyway, the last bit of your resolve evaporating into thin air as you give into him freely.

His hands burn hot where they smooth over your skin, a comforting weight and a familiar drag of calloused palms fueling the fire and tightening the coil in your stomach.

“Missed you so much,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your pussy before you feel the first stroke of his flat tongue up through your center.

This time, you're not strong enough to hold back the breathless mewl that leaves your mouth. You immediately push down on his head while simultaneously canting your hips upward, needing more friction, dying for more of everything he's willing to offer. He slides his arms underneath you and hooks his hand over your hip bones, holding you down and keeping you in place as he tries to find salvation between your thighs.

Heavy breaths through his nose as he uses his mouth, lips and tongue working in tandem to take you apart. Lapping and sucking at your clit while his fingertips nudge at your entrance, dipping just enough to tease, waiting until he hears the high pitched whimpers that he's after.

And when you've reached that level of desperation he wants from you, whimpering and panting, he slowly dips a finger in.

He moans along with you as though he's the one experiencing the pleasure. He's always gotten off on this almost just as much as you. The warm, slick slide of his fingers in and out of you, how you gush on his tongue, your thighs trembling on either side of his head, the tingle of his scalp when you tug on his hair.

More addictive than any substance he's ever found solace in.

And against your better knowledge, you're more than happy to indulge him, let him chase the high you give him and let yourself drown in it as well.

Your back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, grunting into you and thrusting faster as you tighten and flutter around them. He finds the spot he's looking for with practiced ease, whimpering into you and groaning along with you as he drags his fingers back and forth along the spot that has you bucking your hips into his hand.

He knows how to get you there. Knows how to do it fast. And right now, that's what he wants. He's craved it too long, spent far too many nights with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock your name on the tip of his tongue as he fucked up into his own hand. He wants to hear you fall apart again, feel you coming on his tongue, your walls clenching as they try to suck his fingers in deeper. Wantsto know that he hasn't ruined absolutely everything between the two of you.

"Come on baby, lemme feel you,” he urges, voice deep and rough as he brings you to the edge. His mouth, licking and sucking at your clit, works in perfect rhythm with his fingers, sliding in and out, crooking them at the exact angle and speed he knows will get you there.

"Please, Frankie...need to– fuck, I'm..." Coherent words evade you as he works you towards your peak, your breath stuttering as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. Your grip tightens in his hair, tugging roughly in an effort to ground yourself as the wave of euphoria starts to crest, the undercurrent pulling you down.

Frankie growls in approval as you tighten around his fingers, all your muscles tensing as the sensation crashes into you. Your mind and body shut off and float into that sweet state of oblivion as Frankie's name falls from your lips, mixed in with a litany of profanity and slurs and choked back moans. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down until you're yanking on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

Frankie raises his head up and locks eyes with you, the tip of his nose, beard, and cheeks shiny with your arousal as he looks up at you through his dark, heavy lidded lashes.

"Want you so bad," he sighs, breathless and needy, crawling up your body and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. He kisses you again, soft and sweet as if he has the right, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You whimper into the kiss and hook a leg over his hip to pull his hips towards you. His cock strains almost painfully in his boxers when he grinds it against you, your warm arousal dampening the front of the fabric.

"Gonna let me baby?" He rasps when he moves to your neck, his teeth scraping sensitive flesh.

You both already know he's won. You're not even putting up a fight at this point, any dignity you thought you had left totally abandoned the moment you picked up the phone. But he asks anyway, needing the verbal affirmation, needing the confirmation that you want him as badly as he needs you.

And you can't lie.You're both equally weak and vulnerable. Two pathetic, heartbroken creatures chasing a temporary relief. A small glimmer of something to make the pain more bearable, something to fill the hole for the briefest amount of time.

You both know. And neither of you care.

No response to his question. Instead, you push up the hem of his shirt up and he does the rest, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor before he hooks a thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down his hips and off his legs.

Your hand finds his cock and he hisses at the contact, his hips shuddering as he pushes forward into your grip. You swear he's thicker and longer than before, heavier and hotter where you hold him. Your thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the pearls of pre cum around, coating the rest of his length to ease your glide. Frankie's mouth finds your neck again, tongue and lips tasting and teasing, his shaky breath in your ear.

You try to push up onto your elbows in an effort to roll him over, wanting to take over. But a palm finds your chest, gently pushing you back down until your flat against the bed again.

"Wanna look at you," he says simply, as he pushes his length into the palm of your hand once more before sliding out.

He lets his length rest against your sensitive clit and gently rocks his hips, slicking himself with the mess between your legs, sighing whenever you gasp each time his tip nudges at your clit.

"Please..." you whisper, feeling pathetic and needy, but at this point too desperate to care.

And he’s equally impatient, not waiting another moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing in.

You tense at the initial intrusion, not having been with anyone in far too long and the feeling is almost overwhelming. You're trying to remember how to breathe again as you let your head fall to the side, trying to hide from his intense stare. But Frankie's there, using a gentle finger to tilt your face back up towards him as his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace to let you adjust.

"That's it baby. Look at me."

And you do, the heat in your belly burning brighter with his eyes boring into yours as he witnesses your surrender to him. Your heart aches, still raw and tender and in pain from all the hurt that's transpired. But you ignore it and tell yourself the tears in your eyes aren't a result of a broken heart, but rather of how full you feel as Frankie's length finally bottoms out in you.

"Fuck..." You both curse under your breath as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust before he starts to move his hips. You cling to his broad shoulders as he pulls out of you, his eyes glued to where you’re joined, his thick cock slick and shiny with your arousal before he slides back in again with a quiet groan. He repeats the motions over and over watching as he pulls out almost completely before pushing back in, stuffing you to the hilt.

"Shit,” he hisses under his breath, his eyelashes fluttering when you clench in response. “You feel so good baby, fuck."

He buries his face into your neck, panting and pressing soft kisses as his pace starts to speed up. The soft grunts in your ear turn into more desperate moans when you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him, trying to get him even deeper than he already is.

Your fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life, hoping that you’ll leave half crescent moon shapes embedded into his flesh. A painfull reminder for the morning that you were here and this was real, despite the circumstances.

His hands slide under your ass, angling it upwards to let him hit just that little bit deeper inside, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust. The muscles in his forearms flex and strain as he tries to hold back, always making sure you finish before he does.

And he doesn't have to wait much longer. Your orgasm is creeping up and taking over your body and Frankie can sense it. He knows exactly what to look for, knows all the signs.

One hand moves to reach between the two of you two fingertips pressed against your pulsing clit, drawing fast, tight circles just like you like it. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, your nails digging into the skin and dragging down his back as his thrusts become more erratic.

"Keep lookin' at me," he grunts and you struggle to keep your eyes open. They sting, the image of him above you starting to blur around the edges as he drives you closer and closer to your release.

"That's it, baby. Lemme see it, lemme see you come on my cock."

He doesn't have to tell you twice.

You come undone again just like that, dizziness spreading and heart hammering in your chest as you sob out, pleasure consuming you from within. He fucks you through it, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, as he curses and rambles in your ear about how he's missed this, how he's missed you.

You've barely started to come down when he grabs one of your legs behind your knee and pushes it into your chest, letting himself sink even deeper into you. The new angle has your head spinning, drowning in an unparalleled amount of pleasure. Your eyes flutter and roll back in your head as you whimper his name, fingers curling into the pillow above your head.

He doesn't last much longer, breathless moans and strangled whimpers into your neck as he gives you the last few sloppy thrusts. He's almost there, and when he tries to pull out, it's the way your leg tightens around his waste and your needy whine that sends him over the edge, groaning and cursing with his face in the crook of your neck as he spills himself into you.

His cock pulses inside you with every wave, his hips chasing his release, tiny jerks as he empties into you. He stills, his heavy breathing in your ear, his weight resting on you, heavy but grounding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

Once the room stops spinning and the stars clear from behind your eyes, you drop your legs. With a shaky sigh, Frankie starts to pull out, both of you groaning in protest as he slips out.

His cum leaks out of you, quickly pooling between your thighs no matter how hard you squeeze your legs together. And when he catches sight of it, it makes your face burn. At the mere sight of his sticky, warm release spilling out of you, mixing with your own, Frankie swears he could go another round right then. Something about knowing he marked his territory, his claim on you established once again. He looks up at you, your eyes closed, forehead creased, and he has to dig his nails into his palm to keep from dragging his fingers through the cum leaking out of you and pushing it back in, keeping it where it should be.

But the weight of reality is starting to press on him once again, the fear and shame from earlier taking root again and tugging at his stomach and pulling him out of the euphoria.

He kisses your hip bone once before making his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. The room is silent as he cleans you up, wiping gently between your legs, both of you keeping your eyes on anything except each other's.

When he's done, he stands and moves to gather his clothes off the floor, tugging his boxers back on before heading towards the door. But your shaky, watery voice breaks the silence and freezes him where he stands.

"You're leaving?" You ask, voice squeaking at the end as you pull the sheet up to cover yourself, as if it would protect your heart when he ultimately breaks it again.

He turns to look at you, his heart aching in his chest from the innocent way you're looking at him. The way your eyebrows draw together, and your lips pull into a frown, the way your lower lip trembles as your eyes fill with tears.

"Can I stay?"

His voice is quiet, fragile, as if speaking any louder would scare you off, would cause you to start yelling at him again until you ultimately kick him to the curb for good.

He stares at you through the darkness of the room as you chew on your lip and try to grapple with the split decision you’re facing.

The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to say no and end this right here and now. But that part of your brain is buried and silenced underneath the heaviness in your heart. That desperate need to hang onto whatever's left. You swallow the lump in your throat and give in.

"Please," you plead softly. "Don't...don't want to be alone anymore."

A rush of air leaves his lungs as the pressure is released from his chest as he climbs back into bed beside you. Your head finds his chest, curled into his side and letting his arms wrap around you. His embrace is familiar, comforting, your safe space.

You count the steady beats of his heart in your ear as his blunt fingernail scrape lightly up and down your back, knowing it always soothes you. No words are spoken but the air between the two of you is thick, full of the things you both want to say, but neither of you speak.

Sleep wraps its tendrils around you once again, exhaustion settling in your bones. You welcome it fully, even though you know when you wake up, you'll have to face the reality of the situation once again.

You can only hope that he'll still be here in the morning to face it with you.

For now, you let yourself drown in the warmth of his embrace, pushing away all the other things that are gnawing at you and letting yourself relax in the arms of the man who broke your heart.

Just one more night.

Thank you for reading!! :))

#writing challenge 2.0 #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal characters

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rapunzelbro · 4 months

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Imagine Lucifer and Adam fighting over you

I would like to start off by saying sorry in advance. I have no clue about religion, if purgatory is the right term or if I’m understanding this correctly. This was what term showed when I asked in between hell and heaven. If I am not accurate please please correct me. Request: would u do a adam x reader x lucifer where basically there fighting over the reader to try and win them over to be in hell or heaven

Master list Tag request

When you died you never thought you’d end up in fucking purgatory of all things

You did you not want to deal with any of that shit? You just died and now this?

You had the option to follow through on correcting your small sins you had left, or honestly say fuck it and go live your life in hell.

You couldn’t give one less of a fuck but two specific people did and it confused the fuck out of you

Lucifer and Adam

Adam was the first to meet you since you were technically one step in the door but also at the same time not. You appeared at his doorstep practically

He explained a lot of what happened, and why you couldn’t exactly stay in heaven or hell.

He shared the remaining sins that remained for you, and how to get them forgiven,

Bud actually was willing to help someone for once?

Wtf did you do get him to help someone who is not himself? Holy shit

You only had a 4 or so left by the time you found the Hazbin hotel..

Now Lucifer was intrigued by your situation. Not many people got to that state, to his knowledge

He knew a lot about you already to begin with he totally didn’t stalk you and was pissed about the time you spent with Adam

Found out you ended up at the Hazbin hotel, since you had no real space to stay since you could go to heaven if you pleased, but not looked well upon

Charlie told him about the whole situation to try and get his advice on it all since she really didn’t know how to go about it but she desperately wanted to help you

He didn’t want to help you with your final sins though, he wanted you to stay for himself. He would never let his daughter know that.

He spent time with you often encouraging your ass to do stuff that sinners would do but you’re just so stuck on what to do so you often don’t do the things.

Lucifer and you bonded more than you and Adam

Dude just told you constantly about how horrible it sucks down there in hell

Annoyed you even more since he didn’t let you stay in heaven after saying that?

But oh yeah it’s fine because he goes down to see you🥰

What the fuck man

If you ever needed a place to stay Lucifer was always there. Even if you didn’t feel like staying at the hotel

If wanted to talk about the shit you have left to do to get into heaven he will listen

While he didn’t agree with your initial decision to finish your sins, that doesn’t mean he didn’t still care about you regardless of what you end up doing

When you got to your final sin to pass through the gates of heaven, that’s when Lucifer stepped in

“What the actual FUCK are you doing here sinner?”

“Bitch you know why I’m here”

Lucifer and then arguing over your ass while you’re just there chilling like wtf?

“Y/n do you really want to be stuck up there with this douchebag”

“Do you really wanna be with The Most Hated Being in All of Creation!”

Those two screaming at each other while you are just watching the two trying to debate on what you should do

The people of heaven who knew of you, didn’t like you in the slightest because you were never going to be a true angel in their eyes

The people in Hell couldn’t give one less fuck about your situation. You had so many friends down there who you considered practically family now.

Both giving you the most desperate looks both wanting you to go with them

“Lucifer.. I’m going with you”

The second you say that your appearance goes from the weird hybrid you were stuck in to being a full blown demon.

Adam is fucking crushed and pissed sending you two the fuck out insantly

Lucifer is so happy

“Wow you must be a mega turnoff since even all girls like what have to offer more than you~”

Gladly takes you back to his place, he has yet to explain to Charlie that you gave up on redemption.

He doesn’t want to break it to her but knows he will have to soon

But for now you picked him over that bitch and that’s honestly worth it.

Lucifer/All Taglist: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @katshyperfixations

@aphestina @satansmanager @irethepotato @mixplara

#hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin charlie #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #hazbin adam #hazbin x you

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junrenjun · 20 days

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Comfortable

omega!joshua x beta!reader (mentioned alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, implied ot13 x reader)

genre: angst (kinda) with some good ole fluff

wc: 1223

warnings: reader has periods, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

summary: joshua sees y/n having a bad day and finds a way to make her more comfortable.

a/n: Wow I actually wrote again! As suggested, I'm going to make this and "Understand" into a little series, with snippets of this ot13 x reader pack. I'll try my best to cover each member at least once. Anyways this means I need a name for the series so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. Also how did so many of you like/reblog Understand without telling me that I wrote ot8 instead of ot13 :/ (I guess that's what I get for writing at 3 AM). Enjoy!

Joshua knew something was wrong when you emerged from your room wearing your own sweatpants. Half of your closet wasn’t even your own clothes at this point. You had to have gone out of your way to put on something that didn’t originally belong to another pack member. Were you fighting with someone? Were the scents too much? Did you not want to be part of the pack anymore? He tried his best to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as you trudged into the kitchen in silence, stopping halfway through like you forgot what you came for. You didn’t greet him or even acknowledge his presence in the living room. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

Eventually, you remembered your purpose in the kitchen and scampered to the fridge, opening the freezer. After a few moments of shuffling and mumbles of, “where is it,” he heard a sniffle. Then another. Concerned, Joshua turned around, watching in horror as you dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The scent of distress permeated the room and he was quick to scramble to your side.

He crouched down next to you, reaching out slowly. You lifted your head slightly to look at the man in front of you, before throwing yourself into the omega’s arms. Joshua fell back onto his butt with a small oomph.

He couldn’t care less though, he just wanted to comfort his beta. He hugged you tightly, letting your tears soak into his shirt. After a few minutes, your hiccups started to slow and he felt it was the right time to ask, “what’s got you so worked up?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow trying to understand what you said. “You gotta say it louder honey.”

A beat passed, then you lifted her head and looked away from him. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it has you crying on the kitchen floor.” He paused for a second, debating his words. “And clearly something has you upset. You’re wearing your own sweatpants instead of that pair of Jun’s that you really like.”

You snorted. Your scent finally cleared a bit and Joshua gave a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me right now, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and looked longingly at the fridge for a second before turning back to the omega with a deadpan expression. “I thought we still had some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer but I guess we don’t.”

Oh. Joshua’s smile grew. “That’s it? I thought you, like, didn’t want to be part of the pack anymore or something.”

An expression of horror crossed your face. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

This time, it was his turn to deadpan. “You came out of your room looking like shit, wearing your own clothes, and then dropped onto the kitchen floor sobbing! Of course I thought something was wrong!”

You rolled your eyes, but Joshua saw the hint of a smile on your lips. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, before softly saying, “the ice cream really doesn’t explain the first half of that though.”

You laughed for a second before pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where a small red dot was drawn on the top right corner of the box marking today’s date. “I’m on my period Joshie. I don’t want to accidentally get blood on Jun’s pants.”

Suddenly, Joshua felt really, really stupid. It was all right in front of his face. “Oh.”

His surprised face was enough to make you cackle, and he giggled to himself at you rolling on the floor. This time laughing instead of crying. Joshua doesn’t really know what possessed him to blurt this out so abruptly, but sure enough he asked, “do you want to come sit in my nest with me?”

It was your turn to be surprised this time. “You want me to sit in your nest with you? Like right now?”

You didn’t think you had ever seen the omega be so shy since you started living with the pack. His cheeks turned red and he looked away from you. “Yeah I mean, if you are okay with it. It really helps me feel better during pre-heat, so I figured it might help you?”

Joshua finally looks back up at you and is relieved to see that you're smiling. You start to stand up, pulling him with you while saying, “okay Joshie lead the way.”

You don’t miss the way his face lights up. He pulls you along to his and Jeonghan’s shared room. He’s grateful to catch the other omega’s scent coming from Seungcheol’s room. He figured he would be there, Jeonghan spends more time there than his own bedroom. And yes, Joshua is selfish enough to want some alone time with you (and maybe have an excuse to have you covered in his scent).

Finally, you both make it to his room. He feels you pause and linger near the door as he begins to rearrange his nest. He knows exactly what you are going to say before the words leave your mouth. “Are you sure you still want me in your nest?”

He deadpans to you for what feels like the millionth time that day and says, “y/n, if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have said anything. Now get your butt in my nest before I carry you there myself.”

Slowly, you approach the side of his bed, unsure of how to enter without messing up his hard work. You don’t miss the hoodie that you thought you lost pushed into the corner closest to his pillow. You run your hands across it before Joshua begins to get impatient and finally tackles you into the nest. As you make contact with the bed, his nose accidentally brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales as much of your scent as he possibly can. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pushing his nose into your gland and scenting you.

Your body stiffens and he pulls back, realizing his mistake. “Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to scent you without asking first.”

He feels relieved when he notices the happy undertones peeking out in your scent. Your body relaxes underneath him and you grin up at him before saying, “do it again.”

Joshua doesn’t waste a single second, immediately burying his face back in your neck. A contented sigh leaves your mouth, and god, he would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. You don’t leave him much time to dwell on it though, because you’re suddenly pushing him onto the bed and scenting him like your life depends on it.

He can’t help but giggle as your hair tickles his face and neck. “I guess you’re feeling better?”

You nod into his neck before pulling away to look at him and say, “it's still not ice cream but I’ll take it.”

Joshua is one step ahead of you though, he’s got DoorDash pulled up on his phone already and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in his cart.

#joshua hong #joshua hong x reader #svt #svt x reader #hong jisoo #hong jisoo x reader #svt imagine #joshua hong imagine #hong jisoo imagine #a/b/o #lu writes #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #understand series

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kyojurismo · 9 months

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tags : fem!reader, spider-man au, reader gets kidnapped by a criminal, mention of injuries and blood, first kiss, bkg fell first & i got a little carried away alright bear w me.

notes : i just can’t help it, i had to write something about him as spider-man and here we are. across the spider-verse motivated me even more i guess . . . anyway, enjoy !! <3

special tag : @doumadono ♡

part two

spider-man!bakugo who happens to be your classmate, you find yourself study with him since he’s very smart and doesn’t even has to try. the annoying part? he’s popular and girls are all over him, so you’re often disturbed during your studying sessions.

spider-man!bakugo who starts developing feelings for you, finds himself staring at you as you focus on your notes and books, follows your figure in the corridors making sure you’re okay.

spider-man!bakugo who often finds himself checking on you while doing his usual patrols. you never notice him of course, he makes sure of it.

spider-man!bakugo who one day happens to hear you talking about him— well, about spider-man. he’s curious to hear your opinion about him.

“well, i’m glad someone is out there helping capturing criminals, but . . .” your friend shrugs, searching another article about spider-man. “look. he almost let this poor man fall from a balcony while trying to stop this criminal,” she points out.

you chuckle at her words, surprising her. “he can’t control civilians’ reactions, y’know. i think he’s doing a good work and he makes me feel more safe when i walk alone at night,” you confess, smiling. “we shouldn’t be too judgemental, i’m sure he’s doing his best.”

after hearing your words bakugo covers his mouth with his palm in attempt to hide his growing smile.

spider-man!bakugo who discovers some criminal kidnapped you and is using you against the police. he’s quick to arrive to the scene and enter inside the building, careful to not being noticed by the criminal pointing a gun to your head.

“please, lemme go!” you cry as you grip the criminal’s arm desperately, tears rushing down your warm cheeks. you can feel he is nervous, and that’s not good at all. he would probably shoot you if the police tries to come inside.

“they saw my face! i’m fucked! shit, i’m so fucked!” he screamed, shaking you and pushing the gun against your temple more harshly.

bakugo crawls on the ceiling, watching closely. he then quickly uses his web to disarm the man, immobilising him to the ground and then reach your shaking figure. “are you hurt?” he asks you, appearing in front of you.

“s-spider-man?” you raise your hands to touch his chest and shoulders to make sure he’s real and you’re not already dead or something. “yeah, it’s me. did he hurt you?” he sounds anxious, even though you seemed alright.

“uh i… yeah, i’m okay,” you check your figure and you don’t see any trace of blood or anything, then you raise your eyes to look at his masked face. “good. i gotta go now,” he hears the police starting to enter inside and he’s quick to rush through the back to exit the building.

“w-wait!” you turn and watch him, once his head turn to look at you you speak again. “thank you for saving me,” you smile at him. bakugo nods and then runs away, without being noticed by the police.

you couldn’t see it because of the mask, but katsuki smiled back at you.

spider-man!bakugo who feels good at the thought of being out there to protect you, to save you if needed. he has another reason to fight for his city.

spider-man!bakugo who bumped into you while running away from a scene after he succeeded in capturing the criminal. “careful, princess!” he shouts before running past you, before using his web to swing away. you feel your heart skipping a beat at the petname.

spider-man!bakugo who’s constantly debating about telling you his true identity, hoping that it would provide him at least a chance to be with you but also remember that it would put you in danger.

spider-man!bakugo who one night jumped into your window, falling on the floor and hitting your desk. you scream as you jump to your feet, scanning the figure lying on your floor… bleeding.

“oh my god… can you… hey!” you kneel beside him, checking the side of his stomach bleeding. you were about to remove his mask, as a way to help him breathing better but he’s quick to grab your wrist, almost scaring you. “don’t.”

you gulp and simply get up, reaching the bathroom and looking for a first aid kit. then you rush back into your room to medicate him. “what happened?” you ask as you start working on the injury. “i got shot, but the bullet passed through so it’s fine,” his voice is strained and visibly in pain but he doesn’t flinch as you medicate him. “it’s fine?! it seems like you’re bleeding to death!”

bakugo’s eyes search for your face and notices you’re actually worried about him. once you’re done you help him to your bed, helping him lying comfortably enough. you were lucky your parents weren’t home that night.

“i’m sorry,” he then speaks as you go back to your desk. “ah? sorry for what?” you turn your head for a moment, seeing spider-man lying in your bed was truly a sight. “coming to you, entering out of nowhere.”

you shake your head and then try to focus on the rest of your homework. you can feel him stare at your figure and it distracts you a bit, so you sigh and close your books a bit too loudly as you cringe. you get up and go check on him again, when you try to remove his mask once more he flinches away, stopping you.

“i need to check if you have a fever,” you explain, staring down at him. “i’m totally fine,” he shrugs and tries to sound convincing enough. “sorry, but i don’t really trust the word of a masked vigilante with a very bad injury lying in my bed.”

“i can lie on the floor if you prefer,” he tries to joke before grabbing your wrists as you try again. “okay, listen… you take it off while i keep my eyes closed and then i touch your forehead, what about it?” you try, just wanting to make sure he doesn’t have any infection from the injury. he seems to be thinking about before giving up. “hm.”

you close your eyes and wait for him to take the mask off, then you feel him guiding your hand to his forehead. you sigh in relief as you confirm that he’s alright. you retrieve your hand and wait for a couple of moments. “can i open my eyes now?” you ask him, a bit uncomfortable now that you couldn’t see what he was up to. “not yet.”

his voice is much closer than before and you then feel his breath fanning over you cheek. you shiver as his hand reached for your face and cupped your cheek. your heart starts beating so fast it almost jumps out of your chest before he leans closer and kisses your lips, the kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and lies back down, his face now fully covered.

you open your eyes and glance at him before turning around, trying to hide the embarrassment and the excitement. bakugo smirks from under the mask before closing his eyes, satisfied with his actions.

spider-man!bakugo who notices you’re trying to find out the real identity of spider-man, trying to see if it’s someone from your school. he’s sure you will never find out, he acts completely different when he’s spider-man. his secret is safe . . . right?

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cyberels · 6 months

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IT WILL COME BACK

(you know better, babe)

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ summary: ellie makes it her goal to talk to you again after a one night stand.

see part one here

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ warnings: nsfw (implied), language

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ a/n: this is the worst thing ive ever written please god do not base my skill off of this i lost inspiration 😭😭😭😭 pleasee im so sorry..,,,.,. also no smut in this part my bad sorry gay people

alsooo readers username on ig is hoezier if you don’t like it simply pretend it’s something else😁

reader is female with a reputation for one night stands

this is also very much loser!ellie idk man idk she gets more confident later in the fic tho

ellie was fucked - no pun intended. you literally just gave her the best sex of her life and immediately after you were pulled away from her without even so much as a goodbye.

if ellie ever finds out who called the cops, she swears to herself that she’s going to punch them right in their fucking face for cutting her time with you short.

there was something about you that made her yearn to have you near her again. she was trying to forget about you, but you were becoming a craving she couldn’t shake, despite barely even speaking to one another. your small encounter with ellie left an impact on her.

she knew basically nothing about you besides your name, but she did learn that you were… very experienced. she could gather that much based on how confident you were, and how it took you just minutes to figure out how to make her feel the best she’s ever felt. you knew what you were doing, and ellie didn’t even try to resist your advances, letting her body be taken by you.

ellie was not submissive, she barely even let any of the other people she’s slept with take the dominant position… so why did she let you, of all people, take control without her even putting up a fight? you were under her skin like an itch that was impossible to scratch.

ellie arrived back at her dorm later that night, but the feeling that she left something unfinished hung over her like a shadow.

she pulled out her phone, which was a shitty attempt at a distraction; no matter how many tiktok videos she watches, her thoughts were consistently and stubbornly directed to you. her brain couldn't wrap around how you became entrenched within her mind so easily.

she needed to tell someone about this and get if off her chest. she opened up her contacts and her thumb hovers over dina’s number. she debates on even telling her friend about this for a minute… falling for someone she barely knows is definitely not something she ever wanted to happen. she sighs, and presses the call button, very painfully aware of how embarrassing the situation is.

“hey!” dina answers after a few rings, “what’s up?”

“dina, i’m dying. i’m screwed.”

“what’d you do this time?”

ellie groans before explaining the situation that unfolded just hours before, words gushing forth as she explains the events of the night.

dina interrupts ellie’s rant after a few moments, laughing as she speaks. “—okay, slow down. what’s her name?”

the second your name spills out of ellie’s mouth, dina inhales in a sharp breath of air.

“what? what’s wrong?” ellie asked, “do you know her?”

“if she’s who i think she is… i wouldn’t get attached.”

“…why?”

“i’m sorry, i just— she’s slept with a few girls i know and she usually does not ever talk to them again.”

“well it’s too late for me, i’m already attached; you don’t know the half of it. but there was something there between us, a spark or whatever. i don’t know, maybe she felt it, too.”’

“that’s not a spark. that’s a fire. because your brain has got to be fucking burning down if you’re even considering reaching out to her.”

“…do you have her instagram?”

“ellie. no.”

ellie sighs, kicking off her shoes and flopping on her bed, “i’ll just say hi and see where it goes. she probably won’t even respond, it’ll be fine.”

“i want you to know i think this is a terrible idea… but i sent you her username.”

“fuck yeah! thank you, dina.”

fuck your reputation, ellie was gonna make you hers one way or another.

you stare at your screen for a second.

ellie… that’s a pretty name.

it suits her.

she went out of her way to find you, it’s kind of sweet. half the other people you’ve hooked up with don’t give a shit about you after you’re done; you can’t be mad at them, though, considering you do the same.

ellie was just a rare case, you’ll forget about her in a few days.

…right?

you know that getting attached is never a good idea, that’s why you barely bothered to learn her name. in all honesty, you didn’t really care to learn the names of anyone you’ve slept with, the only reason why you did was because you didn’t want to look impolite. despite feeling like an asshole, you set your phone down on your bedside table and attempt to shove the thoughts of this girl—ellie—away. you were already constantly thinking about her, messaging her would just make this whole situation harder on you.

you refuse to get more attached than you already are.

unfortunately for you, your attempts to get ellie off your mind are proving unsuccessful. you’d never admit it, but she was getting to you more than anyone else you’ve been with before.

it’s a struggle to go about your day normally when you’re constantly on the lookout for this stupid girl you cannot get your mind off of for some godforsaken reason; you did not want to run into her and make this situation more awkward than it already is.

the stars are not on your side, apparently, because when you enter the coffee shop you usually do homework at, you see her in the corner. she’s on her phone, scrolling idly through it.

great!

your body cries out for her touch, the invisible string of attraction that tied you to her pulled you in closer and closer and you mentally curse yourself for feeling this strongly about her.

you can’t shake the feeling that you should go over there and say something, anything. but what would you even say?

“hey, sorry i ignored you, you just make me feel things i’ve never felt before and it’s making me question everything because i’ve never felt this way about any of my other hookups.”

…that doesn’t seem like the best option, so you inch closer to the door you just came in from before turning and leaving completely.

‘god’ you think, ‘what the fuck is happening to me?’

unbeknownst to you, ellie sees you. she sees you walk in, look at her, and immediately leave.

ellie is well aware of your reputation, but it still stings that you don’t care the way that she does. she knows that you probably don’t care much about anyone that you’ve slept with, that it’s not just her you don’t seem to care about, and she tries to be okay with it.

she packed up her stuff, unwilling to sit in the coffee shop while she was sulking, but as she was doing so, her phone lit up with a notification.

‘take that, dina,’ ellie thinks, ‘she wants me… i think?’

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linniewrites · 10 months

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We all have our issues | Chapter 2

idol!jungkook x chubby!student!reader

Summary : you ask Jungkook to go grocery shopping with you, but the day doesn’t end as nicely as it started.

Words : 1684

Warnings : mommy and daddy issues, scolding, “fighting” in public, body shaming, crying, jealousy.

Notes : kook’s jealous, oc’s nervous, and sad, she gets bad memories and does something pretty bad, there’s some mean ladies in the store, and Jk is still just as whipped for her.

“No, I’m sorry… you know I love Bam. But, she’s my cat, Kook. You can’t blame me for loving her more.” You argued over the phone, he wanted you to admit you liked his dog more than you did your own pet, Meimei.

“Yeah, I get that. But does she run to you when you come home ?” He asks in the most condescending tone. “I don’t think so…”

“Bam shits on your floor, so I really don’t know what point you’re trying to make.” He let out a surprised scoff and laughs at your reasoning. You twist open your lipgloss and apply a good layer of it before taking your phone into your hand and taking it off speaker. “I need some groceries, d’you want to come with ?”

“Sure.” You heard shuffling around and keys jingling. “Want me to pick you up ?”

“No, don’t bother, I’m just gonna take the bus.” You put your sandals back on and head out to the bus stop. Today had been a pretty short day, you only had classes in the morning and had been free since one pm. The weather was also really great, hence why you wore the long flowery summer dress that your friends always complimented you on.

“I’ll meet you there then, be careful baby.”

“You too, bye.” You hang up and shove the phone in your purse.

⭒

“Ooh, I’ll go get candies !” You giddily slap Jungkook’s arm as you point towards the snacks aisle. You each had gotten a small basket, because he had realized groceries were well overdue at his house.

“Get me some of those peach rings, yeah ?”

You nod and hurry to the where the sweets were stocked, softly humming to the tune that was playing around the store. When you reach the range of choices, you scan it quickly and finally find the one you were originally here for. Cherry, as well as coke for you and peach for your friend. Once your goods had been placed in your basket, you decided to go in search of new sweets to try.

"Look at kids nowadays, always trying so hard to set a bad example." An older woman mutters to her friend, pointing at you, in what she thought was a discreet way. You frown, confused as to what she meant, and finally notice that her gaze was set on your body, and on the candies you're holding in your hands in addition to those in your basket. Your shoulders noticeably fall, and you drop the candies back where you had found them. The two women are gone by now, but you’re still in front of the bright colored packagings, debating whether you should buy them, or restrain yourself. Exactly how were you actually setting a bad example ? By eating food you liked, or maybe it was because they didn’t allow their kids to have any type of “unhealthy” food. You’re shaken out of your thoughts by a warm hand on your shoulder, and you turn around to see Jungkook looking at you with a confused frown.

“Are you okay ?” He asks chuckling a little.

“Yeah.” You hold up the basket with the candies and point to his peach rings. “I got the candies.”

“Did you want to try these, too ?” He takes the flower shaped treats you were staring so intently at and throws them in his basket.

“No.” You quickly shake your head and reach to put them back on the shelf. “I was just thinking about something.”

“It’s fine.” He stops your hand from grabbing the plastic bag and laughs. “Baby, just leave it. If we don’t like at least we’ll know not to buy it again. Also, you love all candies, so I don’t think we should worry about that ?”

“Whatever, but you’re gonna eat them all alone, then.” You pout and turn back to continue shopping to stop him from asking more questions.

You both quickly take what you need and immediately head to the registers, where you’re greeted by a kind looking man.

“Hello.” He greets you with a smile, which obviously makes one appear on your face, kind people make you happy, what can you say ?

“Hello. How’re you ?” You ask as Jungkook’s stare wavers between the two of you.

“Very good, thank you.” He asks you how your day is going, and from then on starts a conversation between you two, further excluding your friend. Jungkook is snapped out of his trance by the sound of your credit card going through.

You and the cashier continue your conversation as he mindlessly scans Jungkook’s articles and with his eyes still in you, asks him for his payment of choice. Your friend remains silent and pulls out his black card, quickly paying and grabbing his bags to get away as quick as possible.

Just as you’re about to bid goodbye to your new friend, Jungkook wraps an arm around you and lead you out. He takes your groceries and puts them in his car, muttering something about him driving you home. Which he does, and after the long ride back to your apartment, he stops you at your door to ask you something.

“Baby, you wanna go out for dinner tomorrow night ?” His hands hold onto yours tightly, and he’s looking at you with his big, starry eyes, and yet, that doesn’t stop you from getting lost in your own mind.

“And a salad for the lady.” The kind woman sets your plate down in front of you with a warm smile. You ogle at the five different types of Syrian salad set on the plate and take your cutlery in your hands with a happy dance. Your younger brother snickers at your attitude but you pay him no mind, and start eating your meal.

“Ooh, that looks good.” Chuckles your dad, cutting a piece of bread and scooping some olives and hummus, groaning at the flavor. You bring the pate closer to the middle of the table, so that everyone can have some of it, and take some rice from the larger plate next to it.

A few minutes later, you go back for more salad, and gasp when you find the plate empty. “What ? You ate all the salad ?” You ask your father with a teasing smile, although it did bother you a little, you could still order another plate.

“You’re so mean, seriously. Why can’t you, for once, be nice and I don’t know, try to be a part of the family ?” Your mother rolls her eyes and wipes the edge of the plate with a piece of bread to taste the dish. “I don’t know where I messed up with you. Such a selfish brat…” She mutters, but makes sure she says it loud enough so you can hear it.

Everyone at the table is now staring at you, silently chewing their food. You set down your fork and put your hands on your lap, sending a smile her way before fixing your eyes on your hands for the rest of the evening. Throughout the whole dinner, you could feel your siblings stealing glances at you, and even people from other tables were now staring, wondering why everything was so quiet now. Once it’s time to pay, you stand up, but your parents push you away and pay before you can get a word in. “Swear to you, this kid is unable to get out of her house without causing a scene.” She sighs, letting her head rest against your dad’s shoulder.

Your body deflates even more after hearing her, and you were convinced you now looked even sadder than the deflated balloon men in front of the car sales shop two blocks from your house. You didn’t wait for anyone and simply left to get in your car, and go back to your apartment to cuddle with your cat.

“___ ?” He calls, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yeah ?”

“Dinner, tomorrow night, just you and me ?” He repeats with a hopeful look in his eyes. After seeing you laugh with the cashier, he wanted to make sure to shoot his shot so he’d get you all to himself. Not in the bizarre way, of course, if you rejected him, he’d accept it and try to move on, but you wouldn’t, he kept repeating to himself.

“Oh.” You stop yourself from truthfully answering and blink away the small teardrops that has found their way in your eyes. “I don’t think I’m the greatest person to go out with, Kook.” You chuckle awkwardly and wrap your arms around him in a hug that feels more suffocating than comforting. “I’ll see you another time, though.” You gently kiss his cheek and get inside your apartment building before he can say anything else.

You hurry back inside your home and quickly take off all your clothes to hop in the shower and wash away all the bad thoughts you were getting. When you step out of the room, Mei is here, meowing for you to cuddle her, and you do, but soon the tears can’t be stopped. So you just lay on your couch, you cat licking your hand in hopes of making you feel better, and tears staining your fluffy pink pillows.

Jungkook stands there dumbfounded, his eyes staring at the door with shock written all over his face. The shock doesn’t last long before it gets overwhelmed by sadness and disappointment. Still, he finds himself smiling like an idiot at your reaction. Even while rejecting him, you still gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, he brushes his fingers over the emplacement of your kiss, and blushes. It’s fine if you only want to be friends, Jungkook can accept that, as long as he has you in his life, nothing else matters.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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My Sister's Keeper

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: the triplets are always going to be protect each other like their parents told them to. They're around 16/17 in this. 💖

Synopsis: Axel gets suspended for fighting at school and you and Jack have to get to the bottom as to why

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Urban was simply eyeing his oldest godson as Axel quickly made eye contact with him and looked down.

"Please don't tell them, Uncle Urb."

"Are you serious right now? We're sitting in the principal's office because you decided to beat the absolute shit out of someone at 9 in the morning on a Monday. What the? Axel, what am I supposed to say when I show up with you at 11 am?"

"Well, maybe I got sick." Axel suggested and Urban immediately shook his head.

"And got suspended for three days? You are definitely your mother's child but don't tell her I told you that."

"I… didn't think that far. Maybe I have a contagious stomach bug and I need to stay home for a week."

"I-.... come on now. But why did you do it? Ax, you're quiet and keep to yourself."

"I don't like him."

"Okay? And that’s a reason to fight him?"

"Can we just go home so I can get yelled at by my parents and get it over with?"

"It'll be better if you actually told them why you did it."

"Simple. I don't like him."

"Who are you and what have you done with my godson?"

Axel simply shrugged in response without giving an explanation.

Once Urban brought Axel home, Axel used his key to open the door and walked in to see you and Jack having a movie marathon on the couch. All eyes immediately went to him and Urban.

“Umm? Someone want to tell us why our child isn’t in school right now?” Jack asked as Axel nervously scratched the back of his neck, a habit that he inherited from his father.

“Ax, if you don’t tell them, I will.” Urban said while looking over at him and he immediately sighed knowing that a shitstorm would soon follow.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You immediately asked, concerned.

“I got suspended.”

“Oh shit.” Jack immediately said, but you were staring at your child in disbelief.

“FOR WHAT?” You exclaimed and immediately crossed your arms.

“For beating the shit out of someone at nine in the morning.” Urban tacked on and Axel wouldn’t even look at either of you and became more interested in the New Balances that graced his feet.

“AXEL WYATT HARLOW!”

“Oh, damn. Did you atleast win?” Jack muttered and simply shook his head.

“JACKMAN!”

“What? What I do?”

“Be serious for once in your life please. Ax, you better start explaining and you better start now.” You said while motioning for him to come and sit across from the two of you.

He quickly sat down while Urban sat next to him and motioned for him to go on.

“I don’t like him.”

“Oh, so that’s the reason?” Jack asked while trying to understand why the quietest child of this would simply snap.

“Yes.”

“Ax, that doesn’t make sense. I mean your mother used to do that all the time but…”

“Jackman, choose your next words carefully.”

“I… anyway that still isn’t an excuse so what are you hiding from us?”

“Nothing. I just don’t like him. He thinks he’s invincible and I got tired of it.”

“And told the principal to call me instead of you two because umm well you know…”

“Urban Henry, you also need to choose your next words carefully.” You said while eyeing your best friend who threw his hands up in defense.

“Because I know all three of you would be disappointed in me but I figured calling Uncle Urb would get me in less trouble?”

“What the? What kind of sense does that make?!” You asked while looking at your child in disbelief.

He simply shrugged in response.

“Okay, um, well since you don’t want to tell us the truth because I know you’re hiding something, you can be grounded for a month and I’m debating on whether you get to play in your soccer game this weekend.”

“BUT MOM!”

“Babe! A month?! That’s….” Jack said while looking at you, but you weren’t going to budge on your decision.

“No, because he wants to lie. You know better than to lie to us. So until you want to come clean, you go to school after your suspension is over and come straight home. Oh, and don’t expect to drive anywhere either.”

“What about…”

You immediately cut him off.

“I don’t care. You have five seconds to get out of my sight. Come talk to us when you want to tell us the truth.”

Axel got up and immediately rolled his eyes which you caught and it was taking everything in you not to yell at him, but that quickly went out the window.

“Axel, roll your eyes at me again and I promise that will be the very last time you do it.”

“I didn’t even…”

“Lie to my face, again. Go ahead, I dare you.”

Axel just sighed in defeat before getting up and heading to his room.

Once you heard the door slam, you immediately got up, but Jack held you back knowing that you were about to rip your middle child a new one.

“Babe, just let me talk to him, okay? Just calm down for a second.”

“Got some fucking nerve slamming doors in a house that he doesn’t pay for. Jack, get your child before I do.”

“I got it.” Jack responded before heading upstairs to talk to Axel.

He softly knocked before opening the door and came to sit next to him.

“Now, you know how your mother is so I volunteered to come up here and talk to you because um she was clearly about to rip you a new one. You know she’s little, but walks around here like she’s 6’3. Don’t tell her I told you that because I’ll be grounded for a month too. Now, what is it that you aren’t telling us?”

“Nothing. I told you why I did it.”

“But Ax, come on. There’s gotta be something more to it because this isn’t like you. Autumn, yes, but not you.”

“That was it. Was tired of him.”

Jack simply sighed.

“Ax, meet me halfway here. You have to give me something because I’m trying to get your mother to change you being grounded for an entire month.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I swear you and Autumn have switched places today. Anyway um, so just stay out of your mom’s way until she can calm down. And you know better than to roll your eyes and slam doors in this house.”

“I know… just frustrated I guess. I’ll apologize to mom later.”

“Ehh, just wait until I tell you when to do it. Oh, and hand me your phone. I have to come back downstairs with something otherwise your mother is going to kill both of us.”

Axel simply smirked and shook his head while handing Jack his phone.

“And don’t do it again.”

“Is that what grandma told mom since she liked to fight all the time?”

“I… look… I’m not saying she didn’t but… your mom never listened.”

—

It was around 2 pm when Ivy and Autumn got back home and you were in the kitchen getting an early start on prepping dinner when both of them came into the kitchen.

“Mom! I’m hungry!”

“Well, hello to you too, Autumn. My day was fine, thanks for asking.” You responded while looking at her and she immediately laughed.

“Oh my bad. Hi mommy, I hope your day was good, now can you feed the youngest of the triplets, please?”

“I… I guess that’s better so I’ll take it. Go get daddy’s phone and order McDonald’s.”

“OOH, okay!” She ran out the room to go and track down Jack while Ivy sat down at the island and was simply looking at you.

“Ivy May, be honest with me.”

Her eyes immediately went wide at the sound of her full name and nervously looked at you.

“Who did Axel fight and why? Because he won’t tell us.”

“Uhhh…”

“Ivy, I’ll get you that new make-up set you wanted from Savage.”

Just then Jack came into the kitchen before she could answer with Autumn hot on his trail.

“DADDY, PLEASE?”

“No, you are not ordering 40 chicken mcnuggets.”

“I’M HUNGRY!”

“Why are you acting like me and your mother don’t feed you?”

“I haven’t eaten since this morning!”

“So your first option is to eat 40 nuggets?” He asked her in disbelief and she immediately pouted.

“No, cut it out with the pout. No.”

“It works when mommy does it!”

“Hey! Don’t drag me into this.” You immediately said while seasoning the fish that you were going to fry later.

All Jack did was sigh before handing her his phone and all she did was smirk.

“Ivy, I got you a burger and orange hi-c. I’ll get the same for Ax, too.”

“Okay.”

Once Autumn handed Jack his phone and left the kitchen, you turned back to her.

“Ivy….”

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but Ax fought Jaden Greene.”

Both you and Jack immediately stopped what the two of you were doing and looked at her in disbelief.

“Excuse me?” You said and she immediately nodded.

“Um, so… I told Autumn to tell you but uhh.. Her and Jaden have been dating for like three months and Ax overheard him talking and saying how he bagged Jack Harlow’s and First Lady’s daughter so Ax went up to him and beat his ass. Oops, sorry, but um yeah. He didn’t think Ax was going to do anything because you know he’s quiet and keeps to himself. But he’s popular and has all his friends but yeah…”

“After we told her to stay away from him?” Jack said and simply looked over at you and he could tell that you were trying your hardest not to go off.

“I told her, but she didn’t listen to me. And I also told her how you two were going to kill her.” Ivy said while shrugging.

“Babe, let me…” Jack started to say, but you weren’t having it.

“AXEL WYATT AND AUTUMN DANIELLE GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

“Well, I’m going to go do my homework now.” Ivy said while sliding out of the chair and making her way upstairs to her room.

Axel and Autumn came into the kitchen with both of them looking nervous.

You had to even your breathing because you didn’t know which child you wanted to address first.

“Now, I’m going to ask this one time and one time only. If you lie to us, no one in this house is going to prom except Ivy so think about your response carefully.”

“MOMMY, WHATEVER IT IS, I DIDN’T DO IT!” Autumn immediately said, but you held your hand up to stop her.

“Axel, who did you fight? And why?” You asked while looking over at him.

He quickly looked at Autumn and both of them stayed quiet.

“Autumn, do you have a boyfriend and is his name Jaden Greene who me and your mother told you to stay away from and you went behind our backs and did it anyway?” Jack asked with his arms crossed.

He was definitely the most easy going parent between the two of you, but this was something he couldn’t let slide.

“Wait….” She started to say but you immediately shook your head.

“Autumn, what did we tell you? So you’re lying to us now too?”

“Daddy…. I…”

“He disrespected my little sister and I wasn’t just going to stand there and watch it happen. That’s why I fought him. He said something about how he bagged Jack Harlow’s daughter like she’s an object or something. I didn’t like the way he was talking about her.”Axel finally said and breathed a sigh of relief now that everything was out in the open.

“And Ax, you couldn’t have said this earlier?” Jack asked him and you remained quiet because you were fuming on the inside at Autumn for going behind both of your backs and Axel trying to cover it up.

“I know I should have said something, but I just wanted to protect my sister. Both of you always told us to protect each other no matter what.”

You had now finished prepping dinner and placed it into the refrigerator, but still remained quiet which made not only your husband, but your kids nervous as well.

“Uh, mom?” Axel said and you turned around to look at him.

“I love that you protect each other, however, there was absolutely no reason to lie. Especially because of how understanding me and your father are. Now you might not be grounded for an entire month, but you’ll still be grounded for lying.”

“That’s fair.” He quietly said and then you turned to Autumn who looked like she was ready to disappear into thin air.

“Okay, boys out the kitchen. Me and Autumn need to talk.”

“Daddy, save me!” She whispered to Jack who shook his head no.

“Look, you made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Talk to your mother and then we’ll both talk to you after about what you did.”

Once the both of them were out of the kitchen, you sat at the island across from her and could see her eyes start to water.

“You’re disappointed in me.”

“Autumn…”

“I… really liked him, mom.”

“Okay, first let me tell you this. A boy who respects you is never going to speak to you or about you in that manner, okay? You have to understand your worth and that you are more than Jack Harlow’s and First Lady’s daughter.”

“I know.”

“You have your own identity and you are your own person who has their own thoughts, aspirations, dreams, and goals. Me and your dad do not want for you to be in our shadow and we want for you to always be yourself. Don’t try to be something that you’re not to impress people because at the end of the day, you will find your tribe and the people that value and love you for who you are without you having to change anything about yourself.”

She simply nodded her head indicating that she was listening.

“The fact that you went behind our backs should let you know that you were doing something that you shouldn’t have done in the first place.”

“I admit that I shouldn’t have. But I know you and daddy wouldn’t approve so I just….”

“Promise me from now on, no secrets? No matter what it is. I’m not here to judge you, but I always want for you to be honest with us so that if any problems arise that me and your dad can help you to the best of our ability. I want for all of our babies to come to us if you need us. Don’t forget we were once your age too.”

“Promise.” She said while getting down from her chair and coming over to hug you.

“But you know this still means you’re getting grounded right?” You asked her as she separated from you and she immediately sighed.

"Wait, how did you even find out?" She curiously asked.

"I never reveal my sources."

"It was Ivy, wasn't it?"

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chiefdirector · 5 months

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Photographing | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

(Y/N) spun on her chair, waiting for the computer to make its move in the latest of a string of chess games. The Sergeant in charge of the detectives, Caradine had been drying her out when it came to cases, leaving her nothing but time. The computer moved its King to B7.

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) debated moving her bishop only to be cut off by Grey approaching her desk, a small box neatly tucked under his arms.

“Are you really playing computer games right now?” He asked incredulously.

She quickly closed the tab. “No…?”

“Don’t you have a job to do? Or are you still left behind? Because if you are, I can speak to Sergeant Caradine, get him to ease up on you.”

“No. Thank you though,” She shook her head, turning in her chair to fully face Grey, “As much as I appreciate it, I don’t need special treatment. Especially right now. I need to earn Caradine’s trust again…. Not that I had much of it in the first place. But onto another subject, what brings you over? Super cool secret crime to fight?”

Wade laughed, placing the box down in front of (Y/N) “Not quite. This was dropped at the front desk for you. Smitty tried to open it, so I rescued it.”

“I didn’t order anything.”

(Y/N) carefully picked up the box, examining the outside for a return address. The only text was her details for the postage. No stamps, no indication of where it came from.

“Who dropped it off because clearly it didn’t go through USPS.” She stood up, taking a step back from the desk.

“Right,” Grey said, reaching for his radio. “I’m calling the bomb squad.”

“Don’t!-“ she cut him off before the order could be given. Instead, she moved for the second drawer in her desk, pulling out a pair of latex gloves. “You held it. It’s far too light to be any form of explosive. It felt almost empty.”

Grabbing the Swiss Army Knife from the pocket of her jacket, she flicked the blade open, slicing through the top layers of tape, leaving the flaps of the cardboard loose. Gently, she opened both at the same time and peered inside.

The box was empty save for a single photograph. It was a polaroid image of (Y/N) and Tim leaving their home for work yesterday morning. He held her hand, shielding her from the outside. She was almost invisible save from her hair flowing out from behind her.

Flipping it over, (Y/N) silently read the message inscribed in red ink. All my love, R.D.

“‘R.D.’ Regina Diaz. She’s trying to mess with me.” (Y/N) passed the photo over to Grey, “she also sent me the other photos using polaroid.”

“This was yesterday. Look, you’re wearing the same thing. Did you see anything when you left?” He asked, pacing the photo back into the box.

“No, Tim might have. I’ll call him now.”

Grey raised his hand, moving to take his radio out. “Don’t. You’ll only panic him.” He lifted the radio to speak into it. “Officer Bradford, it’s Sargent Grey, I need you to report back to the station A.S.A.P.”

The radio buzzed with static as Tim replied. “We’re about fifteen minutes out. What’s up?”

“Just need an opinion on something. Meet us in my office. Have Chen go to help on the front desk.”

As Grey spoke to Tim, (Y/N) gestured to her empty cup, signalling that she was going to get a coffee. She rolled her eyes once again as Grey nodded at her, knowing that he wanted one too.

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(Y/N) sipped on her coffee from her pink mug, closing her eyes to relish the taste. There was little she enjoyed more than coffee.

“You look like you’re about to propose to the cup there.” Grey said, looking at (Y/N) over his own mug.

“What happens between me and the contents of the mug is none of your business,” she smirked, resting the mug on Grey’s desk in front of her. “Besides, you look just as invested.”

Greg looked like he wanted to respond when he looked up at the sound of knocking on his office door and someone entering. “Bradford, come in. Take a seat.”

Tim complied, sitting down next to (Y/N), sending her an inquisitive look. He reached forward for her mug only to have his hand slapped away.

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Tim asked, looking back and forth between his wife and the watch commander.

“Did you see anything strange yesterday morning when you left the house?” Grey asked, picking up the Polaroid picture, passing it over to Tim to look at. “This was delivered to the front desk this morning. Smitty tried to open it.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Of course he did. But I didn’t see anything. Any idea who sent it?”

“I’m having Lopez look at security footage now. But the back says it’s from an ‘R.D’.”

“Regina Diaz.”

“That’s what I thought,” (Y/N) said, reaching for her coffee again, “but I had a look at the other Polaroids. It only matches the handwriting of one of the pictures. The other is completely different.”

Tim placed his hand on (Y/N)’s thigh, squeezing it softly in reassurance. “So you think that this could be the other person, posing as Diaz?”

“It’s a possibility. But until we figure it out, I want you two to be careful. Who knows what’s waiting out there for you. But at least we know that there is a threat now, we have something to look out for.”

“So what now?” Tim asked.

“I’m going to make a few calls, update the case file with this development. See if I can figure anything out.” (Y/N) said, finished off her coffee, placing the empty cup back down on the desk. “Then go see where this photo was taken, see if any cameras could’ve picked up who took it.”

“I can do that. I’ll take Chen when she’s done with the footage.”

“Take her now,” Grey said, standing up to guide the two Bradfords out of his office. “I’ll have Lopez check the cameras. We can all report back here when we have something.”

(Y/N) nodded, moving out of the door, Tim hot on her heels. She weaved in and out of the officers to go back to her desk. Sitting down, she gestured for her husband to perch on top of the surface.

“I don’t think this is anything.” She broke the silence, watching Tim’s expression change to confusion at her words.

“How so? This is clearly a warning, if not a threat.”

(Y/N) hummed, leaning across to take one of Tim’s hands in hers, using the moment to find the right words. “No. I think it was meant to throw us off our tracks. Have us chasing our tails. Psych us out, you know.”

“I know,” he said, getting down from the desk, before leaning over to give (Y/N) a quick kiss. “Just be careful anyway. I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay. I promise, but only if you do.”

“You know me, Mogs, always careful.”

(Y/N) looked down before nodding, watching as her husband left to find his Rookie. Tim hadn’t called her ‘Mogs’ in years, he only did when he was worried, not that he would admit it.

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bronx-bomber87 · 5 months

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Happy Wednesday Fandom :) More of that pining/slow burn in this one. I saw a post that said ‘The greatest things take the longest time.’ That is Chenford in a nutshell. The buildup and reward are so good. This one is fantastic for so many reasons. Also we get rid of the dead weight that is Ashley in this one. The symbolism in this one is very poignant. So let’s get going.

5x05 The Fugitive

A foot chase starts our ship off in this one. Tim takes down one of the suspects with an impressive takedown. Sexy af until he injures himself. Lucy pulls up and is on it immediately for him. Tim is clearly in pain and Lucy is instantly worried. Asking if he’s ok? Tim being Tim brushes it off. Saying it was just the take down. He tweaked his back is all. Then grimaces some more. Activating worried wifey mode to the max. You no longer have a choice in this now Timothy. She has decided you are going to the hospital and that is that sir. This is not up for debate. At all. Weird place or not you are her person and she will make sure you are taken care of. That’s instinctual.

This next scene is the epitome of stubborn husband and exasperated wife. Tim comes gimping into the hospital. Lucy is hot on his trail worry pouring out of her. Nolan starts to update Tim on the fugitive loose in the hospital. Lucy cuts John off and says he’s not there as a supervisor. Damn girl you just take the lead for your man.

Idk what’s more telling to those around them. That Lucy is in wifey mode taking over for Tim. Or That Tim starts to fight her then gives in. Either way acting married af right now. Or as I saw in some tags we could call this scene ‘Where wives don’t believe their husbands.’ LOL From the minute he started hurting worried wife was activated.

She is not giving up till you are seen Tim. She is so exasperated with him when he says ‘Ok I’m not fine.’ Like yeah it’s what I’ve been telling you this entire time you stubborn ox of a man haha She's so gentle in helping him sit in that second gif though. Mad he won't listen but soft when he needs her. Mixture of extremely worried and infuriated with him.

Lucy is doing her search for the fugitive when she runs into Tim’s room. Awkward central. She wasn’t expecting Ashley. haha Tells them she's just looking for bad guys...Tim doesn’t let her leave yet asking how the search is going? Asking If Nolan is leaving a cop on every floor? Lucy’s incredulous look and sass reply are the best. ‘Yes we’ve been cops for more than ten seconds.’ Lucy stays long enough to be present for the doctor. He explains it's an old injury flaring up.

It's from when he was shot few years back. Ashley's reaction to a bullet makes me roll my eyes. He’s a cop those tend to be apart of the deal….The doctor telling him the injury from a few years ago is a problem now. There was a fragment that was too complicated to move at the time. So they left it there. Tim tries to relax Ashley and say he was ‘Just shot’ not a big deal. Trying to downplay it. Lucy bragging she saved his life on day one. It was a big deal heh I mean it really was... His hot shot in action saved his life.

Tim ignores her comment and let's the doctor finish. He says the fragment has traveled and is now closer to his spinal column. It’s pressing on a nerve now. So they need to do surgery to remove it. Tim says 'Ok…when?' Wifey jumps in not Ashley and asks ‘Hold on, what are the risks?’ The doctor must’ve thought Ashley was Tim’s sister and Lucy was the spouse at this point. He has to. The way Lucy is acting is that of a worried wife. Asking questions and not just sitting there as the doctor speaks.

The doctor answers Lucy’s question by saying ‘They’re talking about the spine so it’s risky..’ The silent communication above oh my word. He doesn’t look to Ashley for comfort when the doc says this. No no. He looks to his person for it. The way he flits his eyes over to her. The writing was on the wall for Ashley in this one in so many ways. Let’s not forget his GF is standing right next to him as he does this.

Literally right there as they have this mini silent convo with his soulmate. How this woman wasn’t consistently threatened by Lucy I’ll never understand. When his panic and worry start to pile up who does he look to? His girl. Such a short moment with so much meaning attached to it. They’ve been each other’s safe place and harbor for a long time.

So naturally he would look to Lucy not his GF in this moment. Ashley is so far past her expiration date at this point she's starting to smell. Gah their chemistry is out of the world good. This moment above a reflection of that. Also Lucy’s reaction to the doctor saying it’s risky. *heart clutch*

Tim opts to do the surgery even though it’s risky. It’s better than doing nothing. He says it could be laparoscopic and he’ll be home by dinner. Look at Lucy’s panic in that first gif. She was not done with grilling that doctor. Nor was she done talking to Tim about this. But sadly she's not his SO and can't have more input. If she was his wife that doctor would’ve spent little longer in that room. You can tell how antsy and worried she is.

Looking at Tim with that same amount of worry. Lucy touches her tattoo. Her go to when she’s super stressed and overwhelmed. Her heart is hurting she can’t be the one comforting him. Can't be the one grilling the doctor some more and having a say in this. It’s killing her. Since she can’t do anything more she opts to leave. Also Ashley comforting Tim is not something she wants to see anyway. It’s hurting her to watch tbh.

So Lucy gets awkward and says she’s gonna get back to the search. Being in the room isn't something she can stand at this point. So she takes off back where she came from. Where do Tim’s eyes go? Not to Ashley. To Lucy who just left the room. We all know he’s not with Ashley because he loves her.

It’s just comfortable and safe because he can’t be with Lucy. Breaks my damn heart. All his feelings were showing in this scene. 100% of them towards Lucy in this moment. Look at that man above. His heart just walked out of the room and it shows. He wanted her to stay but there wasn’t a reason for her to. You’re so in love with her Timothy. It's painfully obvious at this point.

Lucy comes to see Grey after he collapsed in front of her. He got food poisoning from breakfast place they went to. Ashley did him a solid by having him not eat bread I guess...Lucy is so cute when she comes in saying it’s like a sleepover LOL Never change Lucy Chen never change. This makes me laugh so very much. First I wanna say I love Grey trusting her enough to run the station. That’s amazing.

Second it's hilarious because they both need her to get a move on. With Smitty in charge god only knows what’s happening without them. When she arrives he’s already given a friend day off….Lucy asks what he’s doing? Tells her 'When you’re in charge you let your friends go home early.' OMG lol Lucy is panicked and says but we’re short today…Reminding him they’re understaffed due to the units on the hospital. Smh. This is why they sent her back...

We return to Ashley back in his room. Talking about how Tim could retire if he wanted. Be on disability/pension if this surgery keeps him from working. Move out of LA. It’s insane to me she would even suggest this. But not surprising. The thing I didn’t like about Ashley was her constantly molding Tim into her version. Once again vapid is the perfect description for Ashley.

Not having him strive to be a better person like Lucy does. Because she is blah and doesn’t challenge him. Just wanted her version of him. Where Lucy challenges him and makes him want to be better. Loves him for who he is. Ashley just keeps trying to shove Tim into a box. Her box of who she thinks he should be like. Not loving him for who he is.

Lucy loves every part of this man. Warts and all and vice versa. Trying to take away being a cop to be a beach bum? Outside of LA? She doesn’t know the man lying next to her at all. Why you ask? Oh you know just those glaring communication issues they've had since day one. This goes all the way back to 4x10 with Kojo. It's not gotten any better.

Because of this lack of communication she’s only gotten surface level Tim. The Tim that doesn’t want to rock the boat. So he is just going with it. Better than making waves. D brought up an excellent point in 4x21 in her comments. About him not fighting her because of his PTSD with Isabel. Her saying he was too rigid. Tim is over correcting now where he’s not even himself at this point. Possibly agreeing to this ‘Life plan’ of hers. Just going through the motions because he has to.

He doesn’t want to be alone and he can’t be with Lucy. It’s insanely heartbreaking when you break it down like this. Tim is losing who he is in this relationship. Just to please a person he doesn’t even love. To quell anxieties his ex-wife thrust upon him. We see him hesitate because it’s a life he doesn’t really want. Makes me mad as I write this. Tim deserves so much better.

Tim goes to stretch his legs while he still can. He sees the fugitive and tries to stop him. Oh my Timothy why would you do this being so hurt? Because he's a lawman first and foremost that's why. Not that Ashley get’s that....I wanna cry with how much pain he’s in. Gah Eric killing me softly. We see his bravado disappear in an instant. Tim then thinks of the two most important women in his life. His sister and his girl. No no not bloody Ashley. Lucy. Sends Ashley to call his sister.

When Grey makes it over he tells him not to tell Lucy. Knowing she would drop EVERYTHING to be by his side. Tim putting her first even when he's in danger himself. Does he not see what a husband move this is? I’m sure Wade does. Minute Ashley is gone he tells him not to tell Lucy. Fierce protector reporting for duty even when he’s hurting. If Lucy saw him grimacing like he is she would lose her damn mind. He knows this and decides to keep her out of the loop because of it.

Lucy sees a bunch of cops leaving and is panicking. They say Smitty is letting them leave early. Harper comes up and Lucy asks for her help. Nyla knowing Lucy is a BAMF saying all she has to do is say different. I adore the way Harper builds her up in this moment. Filling in those gaps still when Tim can’t. It’s amazing. Letting her know she has their respect.

With everything she’s been through and done for others. No way these cops wouldn’t have her back if she asked for it. Lucy tells them what’s going on. How spread thin they are and she needs them. Jan nods and says ‘You got it Chen.’ Love this for her. Smitty comes up and ask if she’s in charge? She says yeah I guess. He looks so relieved and hands the reins over HA

Here comes the scene where I wanna drop kick Ashley into a volcano. I think I’ve been much harsher on Chris than I have her so far. But this is where that changes. Tim is just getting out of surgery. JUST. What does she do? Project her crap onto Tim. Then break up with him for it. Girl, you knew he was a cop from the damn jump. For MONTHS. You knew this. Wasn’t a secret he kept from you. Yet you decide to condemn him for it cause of an injury he had years ago. This has to be one of the most incredibly selfish things I’ve ever seen. That line from 5x08 ‘You deserve someone who’s worth the effort.’ Clearly to Ashley, Tim wasn’t worth the effort.

Breaks my heart for Tim. Leaving him alone post surgery. I hate her for this. I really do. When Lucy would’ve lost her damn mind even knowing about this. The only way she would change her mind is if he retired. Cool so you didn’t get what you wanted so you bail on him? Awesome. Real classy of you. This was just all their crappy communication, incompatibility and just being so wrong for each other coming to a head. At the absolute worst time for Tim. The way he says 'I just got out of surgery...' Breaks my heart. Let me at her Tim. I'm Italian we're scrappy.

I also just wanna hug him so very much. What a shitty thing to do. It’s a rough ride to 5x08. This one just hurts to watch. But good riddance to bad rubbish as they say. Tim was only in that relationship cause it was safe. To fill the hole in his heart Lucy left. And she didn’t even do that good of a job... She did him a favor really. The insane amount of symbolism between Lucy and Ashley in this ep is glaring. When it’s the right person this stuff doesn’t matter. She asks him if she can get him anything? No. Get the hell out. You aren’t fit to breathe the same air as him let alone be in his presence anymore. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. You won’t be missed.

We return to Lucy at Grey’s desk looking exhausted as hell. He comes in to relieve her. He asks how did it go? She lies and says it was great…. Wade laughs and says ‘It was great?’ He tells her he spoke with the communication supervisor. That she did a masterful job of managing calls with half the normal staff. Lucy thanks him but says she is more than ready to hand it back to him.

She asks about Tim’s laparoscopic? Grey sighs and tells her the news. It’s the way he softly delivers it. Knowing how sick with worry she’s going to be. The man knew. We see the absolute panic on her face. She goes from tired to extremely alert and worried af. That man is the important person in her life. She doesn’t have to blink before she’s at the hospital for him.

Let’s talk about this panicked absolutely panicked walk to his room. How she’s desperately searching for him once she arrives. The way she rubs her tattoo when she reaches it. Gah it’s so good. I love Melissa doing that small touch with her tattoo anytime she is worried/stressed. It’s like she can’t breathe until her eyes are on him. That she won't relax until she can see that he’s safe and ok.

The shaky way she approaches his bed. Bracing herself for the worst since she knows NOTHING about his surgery. Asking him so softly if he’s ok? Getting angry asking 'Why no one told her in the first place?' Tim is smiling because he’s just so damn happy she cares about him. That’s she’s here. He tells her everything went ok. He'll make a full recovery. That he told everyone to keep her in the dark. She goes from worried wifey to scolding LOL

Tim’s answer is so damn revealing. Lucy is picking up on the feelings he’s just laying out for her. Telling her he didn’t want her to worry. Lucy putting the pieces together in her reply. Tim couldn’t be more obvious in his affection for her in this moment. Truly think Lucy was catching onto his feelings right here. It’s the soft way she repeats it back with a very affectionate smile on her face. She loves this man so much. It's written all over her face.

They’re both so sweet and loud in their feelings in this moment. This is such married behavior it’s unreal. He could’ve used Lucy in this whole situation. But once again puts her above his own needs. Because Tim Bradford. Literally screaming his feelings at her in this moment. Tim is realizing this as she parrots back what he did. Goes back on the defensive saying to slow her roll LOL

That he misspoke he was really talking about the station. Uh huh. Sure babe that’s what you’re talking about…Continuing on to say he didn’t want to distract her with worrying about him. So she could properly take over from Smitty. Lucy’s BS detector is out and it’s going off like crazy. He knows she would’ve let the station burn to be with him. To have someone by his side. Instead of calling him out on it further she just does a knowing ‘Mmm-hmm.’

He then goes into proud hubby mode. Look at this man. Like I said in 5x03 he looks at her like she’s hung the moon and stars. Does that by saying he heard she saved the day. Lucy decides to banter back at him. Instead of just taking his praise. Being sassy af in her reply instead of just thanking him. I love this because it shows the comfortability that is still there.

Telling him it wasn't that hard. Pretending she wasn't phased at all by this daunting task. Tacking on she doesn't know why he's always complaining LOL He just complimented her and she knows he means it. So instead of shying away from it she engages in flirty banter with her person. Tim catching onto her game joins in saying 'Really? Just smooth sailing?' They easily fall back into their natural banter here.

Lucy then cracks with a big smile for him. Saying ‘No…it was awful!’ Haha The comfortable solace of their banter coming to life in this moment. It makes my heart so happy after the last few eps. Lucy feels their flow returning. So she decides to rant about her day. Saying to him 'How can so many things go wrong in one day?' ha

Tim returning fire with a sassy reply of his own. Shooting back it wasn’t even a particularly bad day. The flirty body language from Lucy my god. Be more telling my goodness. Does my heart good them bantering and bickering. It's so nice to see after the heaviness they've been carrying around. They both had horrid days. Lucy with the shift from hell. Tim with almost being paralyzed and having emergency surgery.

You wouldn’t know that from watching them banter in this scene. They haven’t had this kind of back and forth in forever. We haven’t seen them this light in weeks. Haven’t see them be themselves at all since 5x01. Look at these two. They’re practically glowing from this sassy banter exchange. Just the pick me up they both needed.

Lucy asks where’s Ashley? Tim stutters around and says he sent her home. She was ‘exhausted.’ Ugh my heart. He’s too hurt to tell her what happened. She’s worried enough about him as is. He won’t add to it. His default gear putting her first. Lucy says ‘Ok.’ believing his lie. She goes to sit down because if she isn’t going to be here Lucy sure as hell is. We talked about symbolism for this ep at the very beginning. This is that in a nutshell.

Lucy filling the seat next to his bed that Ashley has vacated. Not that she is aware of that at this point but Tim is. Lucy makes the choice to stay with him. It means more to Tim in this moment than she’ll ever know. Her automatic reaction is to stay so he doesn’t have to be alone post surgery. Knowing he would like the company even if he doesn’t ask for to. She just knows him that well. This moment means so much to Tim.

He is very gun shy from Ashley legit just abandoning him. He questions why she’s sitting down. The shock is all over his face when she originally takes that seat. Lucy’s answer is wonderful and obvious to her. 'I’m keeping you company.' Thinking what else would I be doing after rushing to come see you? I also think she just wants to keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s really ok.

She is putting him first in this moment. Just like she always has. Always will. Tim tells her she doesn’t have to. Then Lucy does a terrible job of hiding her own feelings. Giving him heart eyes galore replying ‘I know.’ Basically saying ‘I know but I love you.’ No where else she’d rather be. It’s why his smile Is so damn soft for her. She doesn’t have to stay. She WANTS to be with him. Keep him company while he recovers from something so awful.

She is choosing him in this moment and he knows it. It’s written all over his handsome face. He is so grateful to her in this moment. Her presence being a salve to his emotional and physical wounds. Gah I love this episode so very much. Just another ep showing how Lucy is very much his person and Ashley was never close to that. Not in million years. Such a good one after low content drought. Sure it was intentional by the writers to starve us a bit then deliver this gem of ep ❤️

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Side notes- non chenford

Love learning about Angela’s brother’s. Also that final scene with her mom makes me cry every time. It’s my own issues but I’m jealous. Angela deserves that apology. Yeah she’s a bad ass but even a bad ass still needs their mom. The way her mom owns up to it and apologizes. My heart. It makes me sad cause I’ll never get that so it gets me right in the feels. But so glad she got it.

Whew we're 5 eps down already unreal. Thank you to everyone who likes, comments and reblogs. You are the reason I do this :) see you in 5x06

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Some Invisible String

Chapter I: High Tide

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: E (eventually)

Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn't know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he's too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.

Tags/Warnings: eventual smut, post tlou part I, jackson era joel <3, emotion!!!

Chapter length: 3.3k

notes: my first multi-chapter joel fic! overall title is from taylor swift's "invisible string", chapter I title also from taylor, "this love" ♥︎ eventual smut will be here too! so far it's going to be 5 chapters :) enjoy! ps. i recently switched to writing in second person but when i wrote this fic i was still writing in first person, hope u don't mind! will be posting updates regularly

I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. Really, I don’t.

But, then again, nothing has been a good idea in twenty years, and I’m still here. So, there’s that.

One minute I was out hunting in the snow, tracking a deer that made itself vulnerable in the woods beside a half-frozen creek. If I could get him, I thought, it’d keep me going with food for a week at least. Best thing about winter: food stays fresh in the cold.

Worst thing: everything else. Literally everything else.

Because now, what started as a quick hunt with an almost-guaranteed prize at the end, has ended in me literally fighting for my fucking life, rolling around in foot-deep snow as runners try to rip the shit out of me.

It doesn’t help that the commotion has led a bunch of local hunters—who clearly had the same idea as me—to my location. They’ve got the deer, they’ve shot me in the leg, and I’m either going to bleed out, get bitten, or get eaten by infected.

So, this is great.

Blood rushing in my ears, I seize the moment a hunter shoots one of the nearby runners and use it to take shelter behind a rock for a minute, surrounded by the groans and screams of infected who are still searching for me or attacking the hunters. Gunshots ring loud throughout the air, along with the smashing of a few molotovs as the bottles hit the snow, the roaring of flames as they engulf bodies.

My leg is bleeding into the snow. Actually, it’s damn near gushing, pulsing out with each beat of my heart.

Footsteps are getting closer to me. I try to put pressure on the wound, but the bullet is still there, and it fucking hurts, and my vision is going blurry. The screams of infected are getting less and less as, presumably, the men take them out.

I’m not bitten. Not yet. But that’s the least of my worries, if the pool of red snow I’m creating below me is anything to go by.

It’s starting to leech into the snow surrounding the rock, easily giving away my location. As the last infected screams with a squelch of a blade into one of its body parts, one of the men shouts, “Hey! She’s over there! Flank her!”

Ha. As if they even need to flank me.

My head is spinning. Blood, shiny and thick, coats my hands. It’s all over me. It’s fucking everywhere. It won’t stop bleeding.

I’m going to fucking die.

These men are going to kill me, or do worse while they wait for me to die. Surviving the apocalypse as a woman is a fucking joke.

I reach for my gun, but there are spots in my vision now. Dark red and black. It’s a mixture of real blood in my eyes and blood loss making me dizzy. I can feel it fading. All of it. The cold, the feeling in my body, the sound around me, everything…

It’s fading.

There are heavy, men’s footsteps getting closer.

I’m just debating whether I have the strength to fight back, or even to just end it all myself before they get chance, when I hear it.

A new gun. A new set of voices. The hunters’ attention is turned away from me once more as their footsteps crunching in the snow turn away and head for whoever else has decided to grace us with their presence.

It doesn’t matter. I’m out anyway. After all this time, all this fighting, after everything I’ve lost—I’m going to die here in the snow, in the middle of nowhere in Jackson County, after being shot by a fucking hunter.

Then, I hear a voice.

It could be a southern accent. I could swear that it is - that it’s real.

But I always knew that in my last moments I’d hear him, real or not. It’s been ten years, but I still hear him in the night sometimes, as I’m falling asleep or jolting awake. Sometimes when I get injured, I hear him tutting, I feel his fingers on my skin, patching me up.

Now, sitting here dying in the snow, I could swear that it’s him.

It’s not. It can’t be.

But as the last of my consciousness fades, as I feel the final thread of me begin to fray, I let myself believe that it is.

I hold onto the sound. So clear, like he’s right there next to me.

I never wanted to die alone. I’m going to pretend that I won’t.

“Joel…” I feel his name slip through my lips for the first time in years.

His name, and his voice saying my name in return, are the last things I hear before I go.

Well, goddamn.

If this is hell, there is no fire, so it could be worse; but if it’s heaven, Jesus, I don’t want it.

I can’t even wake up. My eyes feel heavy. It’s like I’m clawing back to consciousness after a bad fever. After a surgery that went wrong. Before I can even think or begin to open my eyes or listen for sounds, I can feel that every inch of me hurts. Like I’ve been cut open, rearranged, and sewn back together again.

So, it’s not heaven. Cool. Fine. I’m going to suffer for eternity, then?

Except, when I hear it, I freeze. (Metaphorically speaking. I’m already frozen in whatever spot I’ve been cursed to.)

“She’s waking up.” That isn’t Joel. But it’s similar, and familiar. It sounds like...

Why the hell is Tommy here?

Then, it’s his voice again. My name, in Joel’s voice.

If nothing else, the confusion gets me to force my eyes open.

And the first thing I see is him.

“Hey,” Joel says, “can you hear me? Wake up…you’re safe…”

I blink a few times. Then, beneath the pain in my body, I realise that I’m warm. I’m under something soft and cosy; a wool blanket, it feels like, if the scratching against my bare arms is anything to go by.

Any other sensation doesn’t really matter right now, though, because I can’t take my eyes off of Joel. He’s just there, hovering above me with even more creases on his forehead than I remember, an especially big one sitting between his eyebrows right now that looks like someone’s drawn it there.

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he sounds distant but close all at once, and soft and gruff just like he used to.

“I…” I manage to stammer while I vaguely register that there is daylight around us, though it’s fading into shades of amber and pink. Approaching sunset. Last I remember, it had only just risen.

Not without struggle, I get my body to move, but the second I shift in my place, a blinding pain shoots from my leg to all angles, hitting my head and my toes.

Well. I’m starting to think I’m not actually dead.

“Hey, don’t try to move, you’re hurt,” Joel says again.

Joel.

...Joel?

Joel!?

“J—Joel?” As I start to realise that it seems I am very much alive, somehow that fact just makes for more confusion. I look around, and Tommy is there, too, standing by the room’s window, leaning on the butt of his rifle where it sits at his chest, the barrel facing the floor. He looks older, too. Much older. He’s got almost as many wrinkles and greys as Joel does now.

Someone else enters the picture after a minute. A woman with a frown of concern pushes Joel away—in my delirium I almost forget that he’s probably real, and that it wouldn’t be appropriate to reach out and pull him back—and then her face is above mine, shining a torch in my eyes.

I squint against it but she holds my eyes open and inspects them. “How are you feeling?” She asks. Her voice is husky but kind, the faintest trace of a Brooklyn accent making itself known.

“I—confused,” is all I can say, dumbly. Joel is standing behind her, looking over her shoulder with a frown that reaches new depths. (He frowned a lot back in the day, but geez, he’s got even better at it.) “Where am I? Who—who are you?”

“I’m Angela,” she answers, removing the blinding torch from my eyes, instead pressing two firm fingers into the pulse point on my wrist. “You’re in a town called Jackson. It seems you already know these two fellas.”

“I—yeah,” I manage to laugh a little in disbelief. Tommy is still there on the opposite side of the room, smiling just a little, fond and nostalgic. It’s then that Angela’s words hit me. A town? “I…is this…am I…the hunters…you…?” My words aren’t coherent or related enough to count as a sentence, or even a completed question.

“It’s our town,” Tommy says with a small smile. “You got nothin’ to worry about. No one here’s a hunter, and you’re in good hands.” He nods to Angela.

I look back to her and frown at the way she’s wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my arm. “Are you…a doctor?”

“I am,” she answers. “You got shot. Lost a lot of blood. These two found you just outside town with barely enough time—or blood—to spare.”

I can’t stop glancing between Angela, Joel, and Tommy. It’s like I’m watching a tennis match between three people.

I’m still not entirely sure this is real. In a fever dream, or even in my last moments, my brain would definitely conjure up something like this. A safe town, where I’m under a warm blanket, on a soft bed, and being looked after by two people who used to be the most important people in my life.

“I…” I’m interrupted by the door swinging open. It lets in a brief shock of cold wind, but Joel quickly reaches out to close it behind whoever has just come in.

“Ellie, I told you to wait outside,” Joel says lowly, so quiet I can barely hear him.

“It’s freezing out there! And I’m worried. Is she awake—?” The girl—Ellie, apparently—pushes past Joel to look over Angela’s shoulder at me. Her concerned frown relaxes when she sees me. She’s just a kid; probably barely fifteen. I’ve never seen her before, but she’s looking at me like she was terrified I was going to die. “Oh, you’re awake!”

“I…am.…”

Joel puts his hand on Ellie’s shoulder and gently pulls her back a little. “Give her some space. Angela’s still working.”

“You know, she’s the best. Last month Joel dislocated his shoulder and she reset it before he could even scream—”

“Alright,” Joel interrupts her, “Ellie. Why don’t you get our guest some food, alright?”

“Something hot,” Angela requests.

A hot meal and a comfortable bed. This has to be some kind of pre-death dream.

“It’s almost dinner time at the kitchen,” Tommy offers with a knowing smile, “see what you can rustle up.”

Ellie sighs, but nods. Before turning to leave, she looks at me again and says, “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll get you the good stuff.”

The door lets in another whoosh of cold air, but Joel closes it as soon as possible. It’s then that I realise there’s a fireplace on the wall behind the bed; the flames crackle in the light breeze before settling down again.

“I need to check your wound,” Angela says. “Don’t suppose one of you boys can help me out? I need someone to distract her.”

“Distract me? From what?”

“I’m gonna take off your bandage and check the stitches. Then I’m gonna clean it. It’s going to hurt.”

“I don’t need distracting,” I say, meaning it. I’ve dealt with worse. Hell, somehow I survived this. But Joel is still gazing at me, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe, like he’s scanning for even the slightest inkling that something else is wrong they haven’t noticed yet. (Seems unlikely—I’m wearing different clothes than I was before.)

Mentally squirming under his gaze for the first time in a long time, when I never thought I would again, I realise that I might not need distracting, but I do need answers.

Or something close to it.

“I’ll stay,” Joel offers, as if reading my mind. He was always so good at that. It’s weird. Someone so emotionally unavailable shouldn’t be good at that.

Tommy pushes off from the wall, stopping at the foot of my bed. “Don’t be afraid to break his hand,” he offers, grinning lopsidedly, “man needs an excuse to stop for one goddamn minute.” He grins at Joel when he grumbles in response. “I’ll be outside. Need anythin’, give me a holler.” And with that, he’s out the door.

Angela carefully pulls the blanket up and away from my leg, revealing the side of my thigh where the bullet went in. It hurts for something to even be moving in close proximity to it, like my skin is on red alert.

I wish I could say I’ve gotten good at hiding my pain, after all these years of surviving it; but I haven’t. It still shows on my face like it did the day the outbreak happened; like it did when I was barely an adult.

Joel knows. He pulls up a wooden chair beside my bed, offers up his scarred, calloused hand. There’s an expression on his face I can’t quite read. The faintest hints of a sheepish smile, maybe, crows feet deepening around his eyes. It looks like he’s saying, Funny seein’ you here, and I can hear that in his voice, gruff and sarcastic, so I just imagine that that’s what he’s trying to say.

I glance down at his hand, then back up. For a moment I consider not taking it.

It’s been ten years.

I left for a reason.

But then Angela starts pulling at the bandage wrapped tight around my leg, and the pain is fucking horrific. It’s a stabbing, a pulling, and an aching all at once. It starts at the bullet wound and pulses out like cracks of lightning, through my bones, my nerves, up my hips and to my neck.

A sharp inhale through my teeth, a blinding flash of pain that whites out my vision for a second, and I’m reaching for Joel’s hand before I can even think any more about it.

“Why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re doin’ here?” Joel’s voice comes through the blood rushing through my ears. “Last I saw you, we were in Texas.”

“What—what am I doing here?” I laugh, incredulous, and gasp as another wave of pain comes. “I don’t even—know—where I am.” Angela is working away and it hurts, it fucking hurts. But I think, at least, this is the final piece of proof I needed to confirm that I am not actually dead.

That, and the way Joel’s thumb is smoothing over the top of my hand, even though I’m squeezing his so hard that it must hurt like fuck. He’s doing it like he’s not even thinking about it. Like it’s second nature.

I left for a reason.

“You’re in Jackson,” he says.

“I know that. I just—don’t—” I grunt in between words as Angela takes alcohol to the wound. “I don’t know how far—how far you took me—”

“You were barely outside the town. The hunters that got you were bandits on their way to us."

"Right," I say, still not really understanding.

"So it’s just coincidence we found ourselves together again?”

Yes! I left for a fucking reason!

I’m realising I’m not saying it out loud.

I’m not saying it out loud because I never even told Joel there was a reason, let alone what that reason actually was.

“I—guess so,” I grit out. “Sometimes the Universe likes to laugh at us. I—oh, Jesus!” A particularly intense stab of pain comes as Angela starts dabbing at the wound. It’s a bruise, a gash, a cut, all at once.

“It’s alright, hey, just look at me,” Joel’s voice comes, so familiar that it hurts, so soft that it hurts—“Look right at me. That’s it. Do you remember where you were when this happened?”

“I—in the snow,” I answer, staring into his eyes like they’re a lifeline. Angela has started wrapping a new bandage around it now, tight and secure. It hurts. It just fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts. “The forest. I was—hunting for food. Then…infected. Infected came and—then—hunters…”

Joel nods, encouraging me to continue.

I can’t, though. The pain is too much. Looking at him is too much.

I screw my eyes shut, and a traitorous, humiliating tear spills from one of them. In frustration, a groan splits past my lips, and I reach up my other hand to wipe away the tear.

“Nearly done,” Angela promises.

My teeth are biting down on my lip so hard that I can taste blood; but the pain of that is paling in comparison to everything else, so it doesn’t bother me.

“God fucking dammit,” I grunt as another tear falls.

Down to my very core, it is humiliating.

To be here, writhing in pain, and crying in front of Joel, of all people. Crying during the apocalypse. Crying because he’s there. Because his eyes are still the same.

I’ve always been too soft. I was never as hard as Joel. Or as anyone else around me.

As a kid, books always said that being soft was a strength in its own way. That it was a quality to be proud of. But in this world, all it’s ever brought me is close to death.

“All done,” Angela says.

Though the pain is still very much alive and well, I breathe out a sigh of relief, waiting eagerly for it to ebb. Realising I’m still holding onto Joel’s hand so tight that my knuckles have gone white, I release him, and take a deep breath.

“Good job,” he says. Whether he’s saying it to me or Angela, I’m not sure. He observes his hand, lifting it up to look at as he stretches his fingers out. “Jesus, woman. Gonna need a new hand after that.”

I laugh, breathy. “I had permission.”

“From Tommy,” Joel counters with a grumble.

“I knew you wouldn’t mind.” I say it before I can give it permission. And the softness in my voice—well. That’s just downright not fair.

Joel’s eyes meet mine again. He holds them there for a moment too long. Looks like he might want to say something, but then doesn’t, and stands up. His green flannel shirt stretches so nicely over his shoulders, even broader now than they were back then. His hair is flecked with grey, as is his beard, which is longer now.

I used to lie awake at night and imagine running my fingers over it. I used to cherish the way my hands fit over his shoulders when he boosted me up onto a ledge. The way the muscles in his arms flexed and showed veins when I hoisted him up behind me.

We used to be a team, me, him, and Tommy.

Now, staring at him as he leans against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest, I think about those times. I can’t help it. There are dark and grey hairs on his chest, peeking up above the top button. I remember how his heart feels under there from the time I had to stitch up a gash there. I remember his pulse, from keeping my finger on it all night when he was feverish from an infected knife wound.

Tommy and I nursed him back, but I thought we’d lost him.

I thought a lot of things.

And, well. There was no other choice.

I left.

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azureseacloud · 6 months

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Stage Lights

Ghost (Band)

Part 6

Swiss x Reader

Words: 2,110

Warnings: swearing

Well here it is, the final part!! I was trying to keep it around the same word count as the other parts but I kinda went way past that :)

I really hope you guys like it, I’m worried it gets a bit clunky at the start but I’ve rewritten that part like five times already (one of the reasons it took so long to post) and I don’t know if I’m just overthinking it so anywayyy

I’ll be working on a Christmas request next and Hidden Messages :)

Swiss was very much not over it.

It had been three days now, and he hadn’t said anything to you. He’d been avoiding you—not that you had been seeking him out. If he wasn’t going to talk, then you weren’t either.

Except that wasn’t up to you. Copia had pulled you aside yesterday, asking you to fix your issues with the multi ghoul before the next ritual. It was now half an hour before going on stage, and you were debating just how mad Copia would be if you didn’t.

Pacing around your room, that bubble of guilt rose up inside you as your thoughts turned back to Swiss. He hadn’t been his normal self, and you were worried about him. Even without Papa’s interference, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go on stage without at least trying to get things back to normal with Swiss.

The unresolved tension was grating on you to the point that you couldn’t ignore it. Just like how you could no longer ignore the fact that you really fucking cared about Swiss.

But by Satan, he sure had a way of pissing you off.

Flipping on your helmet so you were ready for the show, you made your way out into the corridor and down towards Swiss’s dressing room.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you knocked at the door, knowing full well that Swiss would have already sensed your presence. If he didn’t answer then you could at least tell Copia you tried.

He’s head over heels for you.

You pushed Aurora’s words out of your mind. You were only making things up with Swiss, not confessing anything. That was if he even opened—

The door swung open, revealing the multi ghoul, also fully dressed and ready for the ritual.

“Hey Swiss,” you greeted tentatively.

“Hey,” he said back, his voice friendly.

That was a good sign. He hadn’t slammed the door on you either—this was going a lot better than how you had imagined.

“Copia told me he doesn’t want us fighting during a ritual. And I’ve been worried about you Swiss,” you said the last part softly. As much as you wanted to be mad at him for the past three days, you found yourself missing him. Even his relentless teasing.

“Yeah, Copia said the same to me. I was just about to go see you.” Swiss braced one hand against the doorway. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you after the ritual. What you and Dew did—I wasn’t expecting that.” He smiled sheepishly at the last part.

Relief surged through you at his words and you offered him a small smile back.

“I’m sorry too, for what we did, and for what I said after.”

Swiss shook his head. “It’s okay. I know it was Dew’s idea, he knew exactly what he was doing. I should’ve taken it out on him, not you.”

“Then you guys should probably sort your shit out too.”

“Already done.” Swiss smiled smugly. “If Aurora wasn’t there then he might have gotten more than just a black eye.”

You huffed a laugh. That explained the scratches on one of his forearms. Dew must have left those on him during their fight. You were almost disappointed you missed it.

“I take it Aurora broke you two up?” Though she was tiny compared to the other ghouls, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be intimidating when she needed to be.

Swiss nodded. “She practically dragged me off Dewdrop. Also helped clear some other things up as well.” He grimaced at that, pulling at his vest.

You tilted your head quizzically, wondering what had needed clearing up. He caught your look, sighing as an embarrassed smile crept across his face.

“I may have thought that you and Dewdrop...” he trailed off.

You frowned, before your mouth fell open.

“You thought Dew and I were—really Swiss?” Unholy shit he could not be serious right now.

He put his hands up in mock surrender. “You two put on a pretty good performance. The little dickhead wouldn’t let go of you last night.”

“You’ve literally groped Dewdrop on stage,” you said, crossing your arms. “And I saw you kiss Phantom last month as well. To think I didn’t believe Dew when he said you would get jealous.”

Swiss sighed exasperatedly. “So he told me. You really thought all I wanted was the spotlight?” He mimed a hurt expression pressing a hand to his chest. How much had that fire ghoul told him?

“Yeah well apparently I’m the only one who didn’t realise you liked me,” you countered.

Swiss huffed, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You know, Dewdrop and Aurora also told me something very interesting earlier today,” he said cryptically. You shifted a foot as he stared you down.

Oh fuck.

“Yeah?” You answered hesitantly, mentally cursing the traitorous ghoul and ghoulette. Of course Dew would. He’d been trying to get you to make up with Swiss since the ritual—or as he put it, “fuck and make up”. The short bastard had obviously thrown you under the bus after their little fight.

“When were you going to tell me you liked me?” Swiss asked smugly, folding his arms and taking a step forward that left the two of you almost touching.

“I don’t like you, actually. In fact, I fucking hate you,” you replied, but your voice had smoothed to a teasing lilt.

He made a disbelieving noise, and you glanced up defiantly at him. But your resolve was fading, and you knew that even your denial was not as strong as it usually was. You wanted him to know. Because you really did have feelings for Swiss. And a part of you had sorely missed his stupid smile and his teasing comments over the past few days.

He smiled and your eyes darted to his mouth as a wave of heat washed over your body. The two of you were still in the doorway—and here you were, thinking about kissing Swiss.

He slid his hand to the small of your back, heat flaring from the contact. You bit back a gasp, knowing he was very aware of how you were feeling right now, just as you could sense that he was very interested. You listened to his heartbeat as it raced, matching in time with yours.

“When I saw you on stage with Dewdrop,” Swiss murmured, his breath on your ear. “I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be the one that was holding you. I wanted to kiss you the way he did.”

Your breath caught and a pulse of desire hit you. Fuck it.

“Then do it,” you challenged, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Kiss me.”

Swiss stilled momentarily, as if taking a moment to register your words. Then his hand ran across the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, the two of you pushing against each other, still fighting even now. One of your hands dipped to his vest, pushing him back into his room as you kicked the door shut with your boot. You kept going until he was against a wall as he pulled you closer by the hips.

You growled as your helmets knocked together uncomfortably, and without breaking the kiss you reached up and pushed his off, as he did the same to you.

Relinquishing your grip on his vest, you traced your hand up to his beautiful horns, running your fingers along them as Swiss gasped into your mouth.

He used his grip on your hips to spin you around until your lower back was pressed against the dressing table. He lifted you up, letting you sit atop it, moving to stand in between your legs.

You broke the kiss, taking in his wide pupils as he panted, lips parted in a way that set you on fire.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” you whispered, watching him smile devilishly. He squeezed your thighs in his hands, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

“Is that so?” He whispered softly, a mischievous humour in his voice. “I thought you hated me?”

You huffed, dragging him back in for another kiss and locking your legs around his waist. The kiss was feverish, the two of you pressing as close as you could, as if you were trying to devour each other. His fingers stroked along your thighs as yours ran along his chest, fumbling with the buckles of his vest. You managed to get one off, moving on to the next one.

Swiss moved his mouth along your jaw, pressing kisses as he worked his way toward your throat. You tilted your head, giving him better access as he sucked and nipped at the skin.

“Fuck, Swiss.” You murmured blissfully, closing your eyes as a quiet purr built in your chest. Swiss smiled against your skin. He left a trail of kisses and bites along your neck, while you struggled to undo his buckles. Shivers were running down your spine at the mesmerising feeling of his lips on your skin.

“Having trouble?” He teased, looking down to where you had only just managed to undo his second buckle.

“No, I’m not,” you answered, flicking open the next one to prove your point. “It’s just harder when you’re distracting me.”

“Oh, like this?” He kissed along the other side of your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving bites. You tried to focus on your fingers and what they were doing but it was a losing battle. Since when was it this hard to undo a vest?

“Prick,” you mumbled, and you felt his chest shake with a silent laugh. His hands reached up to caress your own horns, sending shivers down your skin at the blissful feeling.

“Hey Swiss? We’re about to go on stage and Copia says—oh.” You look over Swiss’s shoulder as he pauses on your neck.

Phantom stands still in the doorway, helmet clutched in one hand and eyes wide as he takes in the two of you.

“Fuck off Phantom,” you say as you see the smirk growing on his face, Swiss laughing as he looks back at the quintessence ghoul.

Phantom points at his wrist. “You guys have three minutes to, uh, finish up whatever this is.” He shot you two a wink as he closed the door.

“He’s going to tell everyone isn’t he?”

Swiss laughed again, pressing another kiss to your jaw. “Of course he is. Which is good, because at least everyone will know you’re mine.”

You snorted, pulling his lips to yours in another bruising kiss. “I’m yours, huh?”

Swiss purred in response, kissing you back. You went to reach for his vest again but he stopped you.

“I don’t want to stop, but we should probably go,” he murmured against your lips. You sighed, eliciting a satisfied smirk from the multi ghoul.

He began to move away but you slipped a finger into one of the belt loops of his pants, pulling him back.

“There’s something I have to do first,” you whispered slyly. You moved your hand into his hair, tugging his head to the side as you pressed your teeth against the side of his neck. Swiss groaned, hands grabbing your thighs as you bit down.

Leaning back, you admired the indents of your teeth on his neck. You slid your hand to caress his cheek gently, Swiss’s eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

“Payback’s a bitch,” you said, drawing a laugh out of the multi ghoul.

His hands were gliding up to your hips and then he was lifting you down from the counter.

“So, did you want to annoy Dewdrop tonight?” Swiss asked slyly, fixing up the buttons that you had managed to undo.

“I think it’s only fair that we wipe that smug attitude off. And you know how upset he gets when he screws up a solo.”

You grinned devilishly, already thinking of all the ways you could make Dew falter on stage. Being his best friend did have its perks. He should have thought of that before he went running to Swiss, even if it had gotten you the best make out session you’d had since you were summoned from the pit.

“Absolutely.” You kissed him again, handing him his helmet. “He’s about to have the worst ritual of his life.”

“Sounds like a perfect date,” Swiss said, slipping his hand into yours.

You smiled back. This was going to be a good night.

Well, not for Dew.

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solarwynd · 9 days

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hot take but pjms are loosing the plot w the never ending album promo comparison debate. its not a jimin-against-the-world type situation, but a members vs bang-sb-jk situation. that was very clear to pjms last year but it seems we’ve gone back on some of that progress. trying to pit the others against each other and nitpick similarities and differences between all of their individual releases actually takes attention away from and benefits the real culprit but oh well.

the levels of demand among the members have always been different that is not new information to the members, their fans, or their management. the real issue (at least for me) is not others members getting “more” or different promo rollout than him. let’s be serious, how did more or less music videos help any of the other members out? what difference did a cd make for most of them? and there are many other examples where the others (except for one ofc) got things he didn’t that weren’t necessarily helpful for them.

all of the members have gotten different sources of promotion, which i actually encourage. what would be the point in all of them doing the exact same thing? at one point, jimin was considered privileged about getting his physical album to be available on the same day as its digital release. then that became a norm for the others.

but by constantly nitpicking normal differences (among 6 members) in their rollouts we lose sight of the real mistreatment or whats actually disadvantageous to him. the real issue is not the (5) others getting different things, it is him not receiving the *level of support that his demand requires*. i dont see an issue with the other 5 getting a little boost here and there, because they lack demand and its only natural for them to expand their horizons and find a new audience that does support them. however, jimin ALREADY has an audience and is not being given the support that corresponds to it (e.g. radioplay, award shows, timely certifications, praise from his own damn label, etc) despite it being actually successful. bottom line, team “global superstar” is the common enemy here and all of the other solos are too busy fighting each other to accept that.

Solos pitting the members against each other is how they’ve always operated though. That’s literally what they all get off on including pjms. Comparing numbers and claiming that the member they stan is better. And while I’m sure other solos do recognize that Bang favoriting JK has had some negative affects on the member they stan, they don’t really have it out for him because they’re main enemy will always be Jimin. He is their common ground. Somebody they can all team up against and hate in unison. But regarding pjms, they still universally agree that Bang and Hybe are the real prime culprits in all of this.

I agree that rapline getting bulkier rollouts in contrast to Jimin hasn’t helped them and I never wanted to have identical rollouts because creatively that’s boring. What I and other pjms have always wanted is fairness at base level, like the CD, playlisting and servicing to radio because we know beyond that most likely he isn’t going to get JK level label aid that would be proportionate to his demand in the states. It’s been established that it’s intentionally set like that by Bang and Scooter.

The MV situation is simply because Jimin asked for a visual and was denied. If Jimin had never mentioned that, no pjm would be stuck on him not getting those 2 extra MVs. I’d just see it as something that I’d also like to see from him down the line. It was never about wanting them because we believed it was crucial for charting or exposure. If all seven members got the same amount of those 3 things, I’d have no qualms on that end. And the numbers made off that would just be left up to who has more interest and that can’t really be helped with how skewed it already is.

Common sense would dictate to any label or management that you’d push what has demand in the market that shows it, but Bang and Scooter are stupid men and Jimin isn’t who they want to push so they half ass everything surrounding him. We all know that already. So it’s not that pjms are failing to see the bigger picture, cause we’ve already come to that conclusion like you said. It just keeps gets rehashed because everytime a member has a comeback and gets something Jimin didn’t get for FACE/LC it just irritates all over again. Can’t really fault us for being annoyed in retrospect. But again, we’ll see how they go about PJM2 because for the other members obviously things have went better for them promo wise and *hopefully* it’ll be the same for Jimin too.

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tellmealovestory · 7 months

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Halloween

Summary: Your family settles in for a spooky movie, but how young is too young to be watching Halloween?

Warnings: Taking place a few years after Trick-or-treat, but can also be read as a standalone. Fluff, little bit of suggestive dialogue, more dad!eddie

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! A big thank you to everyone who liked and commented and reblogged it all means the world to me!

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Settling in on the couch next to your daughter with Eddie on her other side you rest the oversized bowl on your lap that’s spilling out buttery and salty popcorn. Your daughter reaches for the bowl and more kernels spill to the floor as her and Eddie playfully fight over who can take the largest handful and shove it in their mouth. Neither of them seem to mind the mess that they’re making and since it’s a holiday you let their childish antics slide as your heart bursts with love for both of them.

Eddie’s got the remote in his hand, a VHS tape that they agreed on already cued up and just ready for them to hit play.

Grabbing your own handful you chew on a few pieces before turning to face them both and ask, “what movie did we decide on?”

“Halloween,” your daughter chirps in between chomps of popcorn.

You wait for one of them to elaborate and finish the movie title, but they don’t and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline as you stare daggers in Eddie’s direction.

“Excuse me?”

Eddie ignores the looks you’re giving him and for a few brief seconds you regret leaving them alone to conspire behind your back. You knew you should have just picked out the movie yourself, something that was more kid friendly than the apparent slasher movie they both chose.

“Halloween,” Eddie repeats also through a mouthful of popcorn and when he opens his mouth to show his daughter how many kernels he can fit in there her response is an exaggerated and loud ewwww. He swallows before finishing what he was trying to say through laughter.

“You know, Halloween one of the most classic horror movies known to man. I’m sure you remember the first time we saw it.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you playfully slap his shoulder behind your daughter's back.

She’s growing antsy on the couch between you, trying to reach for the remote that Eddie’s still holding onto like it’s a bar of gold and your apprehension grows because yeah, you’re familiar with the movie and the first time Eddie showed it to you it gave you nightmares and you were an adult. There is no way in hell you’re letting your child watch that.

You try to convey that to him through your facial expressions. Quick shakes of your head no, eyes wide and dramatic, eyebrows once again raised, but he doesn’t seem to share the same qualms that you have.

So, instead, you turn to your daughter and try a different tactic that usually works whenever you and Eddie have different ideas about what’s appropriate for her.

“Are you sure you wanna watch that, honey? It’s pretty scary and you’re not used to those kinds of movies. Why don’t we watch something else?”

“No.” She crosses her little arms over her chest, feet swinging against the couch. “Daddy said I could pick whatever I want and I wanna watch this one!”

“C’mon, princess, let her watch it. ‘S not that scary. I saw it when I was her age and I turned out fine.” He gives you a lopsided grin and you snort out a laugh because somedays him turning out fine is debatable. You look between their hopeful faces and know this is a losing battle.

Sinking back into the couch you wave your hand in the air. “Fine, fine, you both win. But when she gets nightmares from this awful movie you’re dealing with her.”

“I won’t,” she says quickly, a toothy smile beamed in your direction before she wraps her arms around you in a side hug.

“She won’t,” Eddie parrots and you shake your head back and forth wondering how it was you were the one in the relationship to give into everything both of them want.

“She go down okay?” you ask a few hours later, already in bed with a book in your hand and the bedside light on casting the room in a soft yellow glow.

“Like an angel,” he replies, climbing into bed next to you. Plucking your book from your hand he ignores your protests as he skims a few pages before setting it down on his bedside table. “How about you? You think you’re gonna be able to sleep or was the movie too scary for you?”

Snorting, your eyes roll before you give him your full attention. “I think I can handle sleeping tonight.”

Eddie lets out a quiet little hum as he lays down next to you, fingertips lightly trailing up and down your arm. “Good to know.” A few seconds pass before he speaks again and this time his voice is a little lower, a little more raspy and already your body is aching for him. “That mean you’re up for a little roleplay? Think I might still have a Micahel Meyers mask around here somewhere…”

The ache turns into a fully throttle belly laugh as you toss your head back against the pillows. “Eddie! No! That is the worst suggestion I’ve ever heard come out of your lips and that includes tonight's letting our child watch Halloween.”

“Oh, so it’s okay when you wanna roleplay, but when I suggest it it’s suddenly no?” There’s a glint in his eyes and a teasing quality in his voice that just makes you fall for him even harder and you give a silent thanks to the universe for letting this man into your life. “What about if I let you wear the mask? Hm? Change things up a little bit? Bet you’d look fucking sexy in it with nothing else on.”

You only laugh louder momentarily forgetting that your daughter is asleep down the hall and you don’t want to wake her. Eddie has a similar idea because his mouth is covering yours in a sweet kiss that barely takes two seconds before he’s deepening it, tongue sliding along your lower lip begging for an entrance that you’re only too eager to give him.

His hand slides down to your hip, tugging you impossibly closer and just as his thigh slides to part your legs and things can really heat up you’re resting your palm on his chest and pushing him back.

“She’s coming back,” you whisper softly, straightening out your sleep shirt as you gesture for him to get back on his side of the bed.

Eddie cocks his head to the side and is seconds away from disagreeing before the bedroom door creaks open and your daughter stands there a little sheepishly. “Can I sleep in here tonight?” Her voice is soft and a little whiny and you can’t remember the last time she shared your bed, but you can’t deny her as you tell her of course and pat the empty space between you. She hurries into your room and climbs in, settling in between the two of you she pulls the covers high up against her chin.

“How do you do that?” Eddie asks in amazement over your sixth sense when it comes to knowing when your daughter is going to interrupt.

“It’s a mom gift,” you tease before turning to your daughter as you brush your fingers over her cheek. “Can’t sleep?”

“Too scary in my room,” she mumbles and you shoot Eddie a look that says I told you that movie was too scary for her.

Eddie slings an arm around her shoulder and she cuddles into his chest. It’s such a familiar sight that even though you’re upset and worried he’s scarred her for life you can’t help but to treasure these moments with the two of them.

“Lucky for you your dad is a famed monster slayer. I’ll keep you safe.” His soft and soothing words and her childish giggles are the last things you hear as sleep calls to the three of you and another Halloween chapter is closed for another year.

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Coming Home

I’ve been sitting on this way too long. So thanks to wifey @bayisdying for getting me over the medical block to finish this. Hope yall enjoy!

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Mav knows the minute he hears Admiral Cain wants to can the Darkstar project that he’s going to do something to piss his husband off, even if Ice would agree that he’s right about the project. He debates giving him a heads up, but he also doesn’t want a lecture yet. He sends Ice a text to check in on how he’s feeling, knowing he still has good and bad days, before he decides to write one last letter.

He’d been debating a final letter for weeks. He used to write one every month, and then would write one summary one in December before Christmas that would be the one that was mailed. He’s determined Bradley isn’t even reading them, or if he is, he’s not responding to either of them, but he can’t seem to stop writing them. If it wasn’t for Ice’s pull as Commander of the Pacific Fleet (COMPACFLT), they wouldn’t even know where he was stationed, so he guesses he can be thankful for small blessings. But he’s decided this will be the last one; he doesn’t want to keep reminding the kid of what he doesn’t want. And while it hurts, he’s not sure he’ll ever regret doing what he could to keep him safe.

He quickly scrawls out a couple of pages and seals it, before passing it and Ice’s letter to Hondo. Ice’s letter never changes, always prepared in case Mav does something he can’t get out of and leaves him behind. But thankfully, Ice has never had to read that letter. He hopes today goes the same. He knows Hondo will mail Bradley’s letter regardless of what happens and for that he is thankful.

Mach 10 came easier than he expected, and he can hear both Ice and Hondo in his head telling him not to do it. But he wouldn’t be Maverick if he didn’t try. He knows when all the warning lights go off, he’s in big trouble, but he’s able to pull the ejection handle just in time. Ice is going to kill me is his last thought before landing on Earth, somewhere.

It’s not until after his conversation with Cain, and then his conversation at TOPGUN with Cyclone and Warlock, is he able to even see his husband. He heads straight home, spoiling for a fight after all he’s just learned. If Ice thinks he can just railroad him like this, throwing Bradley in his face for a mission that’s impossible, well he doesn’t know his husband at all.

“Tom,” he shouts, slamming the front door.

Ice is waiting in the living room already prepared for him.

“Just what do you think you are doing?!”

“Well, I was waiting for you to get home so we could decide what to do for dinner tonight, since you’re home and all.”

“God damnit you know what I meant!!”

“Oh, you mean the meeting at TOPGUN that didn’t go so well?” His eyebrow arches up, infuriating Mav even more.

“Don’t even start with me! You blindsided me! And for what?! You know this is going to end badly. Cyclone hates me, and you’ve tried how many different times over the years to throw me and Bradley together? Huh? I know you, Tom! I know you’ve tried to do this before now.”

“And yet, one or both of you manage to screw it up every time.”

“Don’t even start with that. You know railroading me never works!”

“Seems to be working this time. You’re home. Our kid is coming home. What more could I ask for? Oh wait… I know. A conversation between you two. Putting all this to rest finally. But that’s right… you two are too much alike for that to happen.”

“I don't have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel," Mav growls.

Ice just smirked back, "Is that right, wingman?"

Maverick just growled and stomped off, Ice silently counting in his head to ten before Mav reappeared like always. “The kid never answers any of our letters. We haven’t seen him in years, and you think throwing us together for a suicide mission is going to work? One, I might add, that I’m not even getting to fly!!!! I’m grounded Ice, fucking grounded to just teach because you know Cyclone will never let me fly.”

"If you would stop pissing off other admirals, I wouldn't have to keep doing things that piss you off. Just be thankful you're not getting reassigned around the world this time; be thankful you're the one that's going to be bringing him home."

Maverick growled again but deflated when Ice didn’t even flinch. After thirty years together, they knew each other like the back of their own hands. Ice reached out once Mav deflated and pulled him into his arms. “I know you’re mad, and I know you hate it, but it was the best solution I had. I couldn’t not include him - he was top of his TOPGUN class for crying out loud, and well, you are the only one I know that can prepare them. You were always coming back… before you pissed off Cain.”

Mav grunts, but melts into his embrace. “He’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Don’t I know it.” Ice sighs deeply, wishing more than anything that his husband and his son were back on better terms. It’d been too long since their boy had been home. Ice had tried over the years, secretly of course, to get them back on the same track, but one or the other always found a way to screw up his plans without even knowing it. “He’ll be here in an hour, so you my dear have to go see Penny.”

“What?! Why? And how did you get him to agree to come here?”

Ice smirks and shakes his head fondly. It’s as if Mav doesn’t know him. “Well, the perks of being COMPACFLT is that I can make anything an order.”

Mav snorts as he pushes off to go get his jacket once more. “And you thought he was pissed at me. That’s just cold.”

Ice laughs at that. “It’s like you forget what my name is, Maverick.”

Mav gives him a genuine laugh then. “Fine, I’ll go see Penny while you railroad our kid. But you forget who he takes after the most. Let's just hope your plan works.”

“I’ve kept you around and out of trouble this long, haven’t I? Surely the kid I half raised will at least have some of my traits too.”

“Keep telling yourself that Ice. Remember he hasn’t spoken to us in years.”

“I know,” he sighs. Mav feels bad for throwing that back in Ice’s face again. He knows it bothers his husband just as much as it does him. Losing Bradley will be one of his biggest regrets in life, especially since it made Ice lose him too, but he doesn’t regret protecting him for those extra four years. Mav pulls Ice close for another hug and kiss. “It’ll be ok. You’ll get through to him, I’m sure. You’re good at that.”

He gets a genuine Ice smile, before his husband is pushing him out the door to his bike. He barely makes his escape before he sees the blue Bronco pulling onto their road. He can’t believe Bradley kept it, even though it makes him happy he did. Mav races off before Bradley can register it’s him on the bike and he prays Ice’s plan works.

---

Bradley knocks on the door to his childhood home. He almost just walks in, but he knows he lost that privilege with all the unanswered letters and calls he collected over the years. The door swings open revealing Iceman giving him a fond look. “Lose your key?”

Bradley shakes his head. “No sir. Just… wasn’t sure I should use it.”

Ice gives Bradley a sad look before he steps back motioning him in. He isn’t Iceman right now, his facade dropped, hoping it will get Bradley to be a little more open and receptive to him. “As long as you have that key, it is yours to use Bradley. No matter what.”

Bradley gives him a nod and his shoulders drop just a touch. “You can relax. Maverick isn’t here. It’s just me and you right now. And while I’d love nothing more than to talk about all the years between then and now, I know that’s not why you’re here. Shall we,” he gestures towards his office.

He can see Bradley let out a breath that Ice is sticking to business. It breaks his heart a little, but he calls on all his years in the Navy, of being the “Iceman,” to get through this without letting the kid see him break. Bradley sits in the chair across from his desk, so Ice settles behind it.

Bradley stares at the picture behind Ice’s desk of him and Maverick. He knows the kid has every detail of it memorized, with as much as he saw it growing up, so he’s not sure why he’s fixated on it now. He lets Bradley look though and after a few minutes the kid seems to snap out of it. “If I’m not here to play catch up, then what am I doing here?” After a minute he tacks on a quiet “sir,” which makes Ice snort.

“Even though it came through as an order, which I only did because I wasn’t sure you would come at a request, you can drop the formalities, Bradley. You know that was never a big thing here in this house.” At Bradley’s nod, Ice sits back into his chair and just watches him a moment before he continues. The kid looks so much like Goose it takes his breath, but he steels himself. “I’m sure you’ve seen your orders to return to TOPGUN for a special detachment.”

“Yes sir.”

Ice gives him another nod before he himself looks at the picture over his shoulder. He spins back to Bradley after just a moment. “What I’m fixing to tell you doesn’t leave this room. I know you’ll go to the Hard Deck tonight to see who else has been recalled, and you’ll have your official briefing in the morning. But I’m not going to totally blindside you kid.”

At Bradley’s confused stare, Ice takes another deep breath and continues.

“You and eleven other TOPGUN graduates are being recalled for a special detachment from the Pentagon. You will train for four weeks before flying the mission. It’s dangerous, deadly, more than likely a suicide run. I’ve looked it over every which way possible, and it just… I don’t know that everyone is coming back. Six of the twelve will be chosen to fly the mission; the other six will remain in reserve on the carrier. You’ll learn mission details in the morning; that’s not why I brought you here.”

He can see Bradley’s brain working; can see when it clicks. His face hardens in anger and he’s up pacing Ice’s office before Ice can stop him. “No,” he growls. “No! You can’t do this!”

“I have no choice, Bradley. The twelve of you were recalled because you are the best of the best, and you proved that at TOPGUN. I had to select the instructor, and there’s no one better. Deep down you know that too.”

“NO!”

Ice stood up and walked towards him. Bradley was staring out the large windows that overlooked into the backyard where he’d spent many days playing. He didn’t touch him; he knew better with the anger simmering just under the surface. “You may not want to believe it, but you know he is the best. You know he will do his damned best to get everyone on that mission back home.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’ll wash me out.”

Ice snorts and holds his hands up in surrender at Bradley’s glare. “I can assure you that won’t happen, Lieutenant.”

“So much for no formalities,” Bradley snorts.

Ice tentatively lays his hand on Bradley’s shoulder. When the kid doesn’t shrug him off, he takes it as a good sign. ��Bradley, I know you are still angry; you’re going to stay angry until you talk to him.”

“I have nothing to say!”

“I know,” Ice sighs. He thinks hard about his next words. “You’ve made that clear and we’ve tried to respect that. But just because you don’t have anything to say doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot you still don’t understand. I don’t know if you ever read any of the letters, but if you didn’t maybe you should. At least mine. I don’t think he would’ve put anything of importance in his – he might’ve but I’m not sure, but some of mine might be enlightening. Just a suggestion.”

He takes his hand off Bradley’s shoulder. “It’s not going to be easy, but Bradley, I won’t tolerate blatant disrespect of him in front of the others, let me make that clear. You might not want to hear what he has to say, you might not want to listen to his instructions, but you will pretend if nothing else. He’ll make you an even better aviator than you already are, and if you want to come home from this mission, you should probably listen to at least some of his knowledge. Because I believe deep down that he is going to be the reason everyone comes home.”

Bradley gives him a stare that could rival his own icy glare. “I’m not Maverick. I know how to not piss off people in power. If you haven’t been following, which I feel sure you have based on the letters you mentioned, you know I’ve been compared to you more times than not. I won’t like it, I’ll probably even hate it, but you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you Bradley. Like it or not, you are our kid in everything but blood. You are the only kid we ever had or will have. Nothing will change that, especially not your anger. But Bradley, I want you to think about something. You lost your mom and dad way too young. You worshiped the ground your uncle walked on while growing up. You loved like there was no tomorrow, and you got that from your mom and dad. It’s been years, and had they not caught my cancer early, you would only be left with the one person you can’t stand as family. Is it worth it kiddo?”

Bradley swallows deep and Ice just prays he got through to him. “Is it worth the decades long silence? Is it worth being alone in the world? Is the anger worth it?” The silence stretches between them. “Think about it. And Bradley, just know we love you, more than anything. Nothing will ever change that.”

Bradley gives him a nod, and then he’s walking out the door. Ice lets out a deep sigh, doing his best to hold back tears before he sends Mav a text. He lets him know he’s done with the kid, and he will more than likely be arriving soon if he wants to make an escape. He just hopes this was the right decision and it doesn’t blow up like Mav seems to think it will.

---

Training goes about as expected. The kids are cocky, think they know it all. Bradley won’t even speak, much less wants to hear what he’s trying to teach them. Their hops are a mixture of disasters waiting to happen, and Mav feels like he’s at the end of the rope. He tries to force Bradley’s hand in the air, tries to get him to say everything he won’t, tries to get him to take the shot, but it doesn’t work. He’s too cautious, thinking too much, and Mav isn’t sure he’s going to be able to get through to him. The thought of not being able to bring Bradley home from this mission scares him more than anything.

Ice keeps assuring him that deep down Bradley is more than likely listening. But Mav just doesn’t see it. The day Hangman decides to be an ass, Mav almost loses it, but he’s too shocked at the brazenness of the man and his statements. He can’t keep control of Bradley though, so Mav dismisses them all knowing they all need a break after that blow-up. He knew Goose would more than likely be a touchy subject with the kid, but he didn’t realize it would be that much of one.

What Mav doesn’t realize is that Bradley was more pissed that Hangman was insinuating Mav was in the wrong. He was defending the dad he knew and loved for the first time in years. It was a startling realization for Bradley and he’s not sure what to do with it. The next day Mav gives them the morning off, which is odd considering their timeframe, and tells them to meet on the beach at lunch. Bradley uses the morning to stew, unable to help it. He debates pulling out the letters and reading them then, but he can’t do it. Deep down he knows he still loves his Dad and Pops, but this anger has been burning for too many years to let it go so easily.

The dogfight football game feels like a bridge to letting go though. Especially when he watches Mav get tackled and he can’t help but help him up, knowing Ice is watching from the deck with Penny. He sees the look of bewilderment on Mav’s face, and he chances a glance at Ice behind his aviators, seeing a look of happiness and approval. He doesn’t address either and just jumps back into the game. Maybe things can start to mend.

Those thoughts fall apart though when Coyote goes into G-Lock and Phoenix and Bob eject from a bird strike. It puts him on edge and why he stays in the ready room feeling like he can’t go home yet. Deep down he knew Mav would come check on him, even though Bradley would be looking for an outlet for his emotions. The conversation spirals faster than he was expecting, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. He just wanted Mav to hurt like he did. He can see he accomplished that by looking at his face. Just as he’s fixing to apologize and take them back, Warlock interrupts them.

“Mav. It’s Iceman.”

The look on Warlock’s face has them both freezing; Bradley had just seen him a few days ago on the beach and he looked fine. He can feel Mav start to tremble beside him as Warlock tells them that Ice has been taken to the hospital and Mav needs to get over there. He offers to drive him, but Bradley is grabbing Mav’s arm before he can stop himself.

“I’ll take him, sir.” Warlock looks them over, but Mav gives a barely there nod and Warlock lets them go. He drags Mav to the Bronco, not sure how he is the steady one. He gets them there in record time, and follows Mav in. A nurse directs them to a waiting room, and Mav just collapses into a chair while Bradley paces. He’s not been good with hospitals since his mom got sick, so he can’t sit still.

Thankfully they don’t have to wait long before a doctor is getting Mav and explaining what happened: that they were running some test, but they were hopeful that he was still in remission. They told Mav that Ice wasn’t talking, but that didn’t seem to rattle Mav like it rattled Bradley. All his regrets slam into him hard; he should’ve come back when Ice was sick. He’d know more about what was going on right now instead of feeling like he’s missing whole sections of a puzzle.

The doctor leaves them after just a few minutes and Mav turns back to a pacing Bradley. He wants to pull him close and reassure him that everything is going to be ok, but he doesn’t. He’s not sure how Bradley would respond, not after their fight less than an hour ago, nor does he know that everything is going to be ok. The doctor returns after another ten minutes and informs Mav that they can see Ice. He’s in a room now, but they won’t have test results for a few more hours. He turns to Bradley to see if he wants to come with him, but Bradley just freezes.

“No… It’s… You go. I’ll… I’ll bring the Jeep tomorrow.”

“You sure?” He wants to reach out and pull his kid into his arms, but he doesn’t.

“Yea. Just... Just text me, please.” He knows he doesn’t really have a right to ask, but he doesn’t think he’ll be ok with not knowing.

“Of course. I’ll keep you posted. Go get some rest.”

Bradley gives him a nod before watching Mav walk away. He wants to go with him, wants the comfort of one of Mav’s hugs, but he doesn’t think he deserves it, not after what he’d said to Mav tonight. Once Mav is out of sight, he heads towards his house. Once home, he paces some more feeling too keyed up to sleep. He wasn’t surprised when the email came through at 2100 from Mav saying that they were grounded with the day off tomorrow. He stripped out of his flight stuff, slipping into some sweats, before he dug out the box he carried everywhere. It had all the letters and cards over the years from Ice and Mav along with other things from his childhood. He’d never opened them; he’d come close several times, but never gave into the desire. Now he did.

He started with the envelopes in Ice’s handwriting, remembering his words from his first day back stateside about his letters having important information. He already had them sorted by years, so it wasn’t hard to read them in order. It took almost six years before Ice started trying to get him to come home. It was at year ten that he found the information he’d longed to know.

Bradley,

I don’t even know if you’re reading these, but I hope that maybe you are reading our words. That you know how much we love you, how much we miss you, how proud of you we are. I know by your silence you’re not ready to talk, and that is fine, I get it. But kiddo, we miss you. Something terrible. And I pray that one day soon you’ll be back home.

I don’t know if it’s too little too late, but I know Mav is never going to tell you. I love him dearly, but he’s stubborn as fuck, and no matter how much I’ve tried, he’s not going to listen.

Bradley there is one thing you know about your uncle, and that is that he always keeps a promise. Always. No matter what. This isn’t mine to tell, but I’m going to tell you anyway because I’m hoping it’ll bring you home. Mav made a promise to your mom to protect you no matter what. Bradley, she loved you more than anything, you were her whole world and even more so after your dad died. She would’ve done anything for you, and she did. She gave you the chance to have the most wonderful life ever. She made Mav promise to give you that, to keep you safe, and he did. Mav promised he would keep you alive longer than your dad, and even though I tried to get him to just talk to you, he did what he thought was best.

I don’t know if you’ll ever understand, or forgive us, but I hope this gives you some answers. You always have a home with us, and honestly, we can’t wait for you to be home.

Love, Ice

Bradley felt tears running as he pushed the rest of Ice’s letters aside to dive into Mav’s. He had to know if Mav ever explained, or if he just let him keep hating him all these years for no reason. The letters during Ice’s cancer treatments were hard to read, and Bradley found himself crying harder as he read Mav’s words and felt his pain. His regret of not being there during that time might never go away. He’s not even sure if he can apologize enough.

Around 0130, he got a text from Mav that Ice was going to be ok. It was just a case of bronchitis, and they were just going to keep him the next day to keep him on some oxygen and monitor everything. His voice was going to be rough for a while, but he would be ok. He didn’t open the message just yet; he didn’t want to leave Mav on read, so he waited as he kept reading through the letters. The last one Mav sent caught his attention. It came two days before he got his recall for the special detachment.

Kiddo,

I’ve gathered you’re more than likely not reading these, and I’m sure you’re tired of getting these, so I’ll say this is more than likely going to be my last one. If this training op doesn’t kill me, your Pops probably will. You know I can’t tell you much, and hopefully one day you’ll know all about it, but I was supposed to go Mach 9 today. The good Admiral over this testing has changed his mind, so you know me. The threshold for the project is Mach 10, and I will be reaching that today. What happens after that is anyone's guess.

Bradley, I want you to know how much I love you. From the moment I held you when you were a day old, I knew you were going to be an important part of me. I didn’t know how important then, but I knew. I loved you from that moment, and that has never changed. No matter how old you get, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I’m always going to love you. You’re my son in everything but blood, and I love you, Bradley.

Since this is my last letter, and I don’t think I’m ever going to get to see you again, I guess it’s time I tell you some truths. First, your parents loved you more than anything, and I wish upon every wish possible that they’d gotten to see what an amazing man you’ve grown into. The fact that neither were here long enough with you is a pain I carry forever - I know I was a poor substitute, but I hope that they and you can at least see I tried. If nothing else, I loved you like they wished. Second, you’re not going to want to hear this, but I don’t regret pulling your papers. I hate how things went down after, but Bradley, I gave you the chance to grow up, to make sure this is what you wanted, to make sure you’d matured enough to understand what you were doing. I told you that you weren’t ready, but that was a lie. Ice and I made sure you were always ready. Truthfully, I wasn’t ready - I wasn’t ready to watch you risk your life like I did, like your dad did; I didn’t want to lose you the same way. I promised your mom I’d keep you safe, and I did that the best way I knew how.

If you hear that I didn’t make it on this training mission, check in on Ice for me sometime. He might have backed me, like a good wingman and husband, but kid, he was not happy about the whole thing. He tried to get me to tell you the truth that night (and every year since), but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to taint the memory of how much your mom loved you, and I knew all you would hear that night was that she didn’t want you to fly, that we weren’t letting you fly. He’s missed you so much Bradley, and I will forever regret that my actions cost him you - the closest thing to a son he was ever going to get.

I have to go get suited up, but just know I love you Baby Goose. Always.

Mav.

Bradley was sobbing by the time he was done reading it. He didn’t even bother flipping through anything else in the box. He just wanted his dads. He grabbed his phone and keys, still clutching that last letter from Mav, and headed back to the hospital. He sent Mav a quick text before he pulled out telling him he’d be there soon.

His phone started ringing as he raced down the highway back towards the hospital. He answered it without thinking, his voice rough from the tears. “Bradley what are you doing? You don’t have to come back. You should be asleep.”

“I…” he hiccupped on another sob. “I read the letters. I… I’ll be back in ten. Please just…”

Mav does his best to hide his reaction to Bradley saying he’d read the letters. “Bradley. Hey, breathe. I need you to focus on driving if you’ve already left.”

“Yea... Yea.” He sniffed, wiping at his eyes, putting the phone on speaker. “You’re on speaker. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Ok. You got my text with the room number?”

“Yea. Just… be there please,” he begged.

“Not going anywhere ki— Bradley. But I’m going to stay on the phone, make sure you get here.”

“Yea… yea that’s fine.”

Mav talked about Ice and what the doctor said, assuring Bradley he was going to be fine and would be home in a day or two. Bradley asked about the voice thing, and Mav explained how some days his voice is rougher than others from the cancer and treatments. It comes and goes, some days he doesn’t speak at all. He tells Bradley about learning ASL, and how that’s how they communicate on the hard days. He’s at the hospital before he knows it, and he tells Mav he’ll be right in.

He’s not surprised to find Mav standing out in the hall waiting on him. His hand still clutches the letter, and he can’t stop from running straight into Mav’s arms hugging him tight. He feels Mav squeeze back, and it breaks him, the sobs coming hard.

“It’s ok Bradley, it’s ok,” he murmurs over and over. Bradley shakes his head no repeatedly even though he keeps his face buried in Mav’s neck.

“It’s not. I was awful, to you both, but especially to you. Just a few hours ago… I didn’t mean it Mav, I didn’t. I wanted to take it all back as soon as I said it. I was going to but Warlock-”

“Bradley, breathe.” Mav’s hand ran up and down his back. “Just breathe.”

Bradley took a deep breath as he shuddered in Mav’s arms. “You can go back to nicknames,” he whispers because it feels weird to have Mav constantly calling him Bradley. Almost as an afterthought he whispers “dad.”

He feels Mav’s sharp inhale, and he just buries his face deeper in his neck. “Ok kiddo,” Mav whispers and Bradley smiles against his neck.

Bradley slowly pulls back and leans up against the wall next to the door to Ice’s room. The letter is clutched in his hand, and he won’t meet Mav’s eyes. “Wanna tell me what happened?” Mav asks, standing in front of Bradley.

Bradley runs his hands over his face before holding up the letter. “I finally read them. I was… I was too restless to try and sleep, and Ice’s words from my first day back kept running through my head. He told me there might be important things in the letters, especially his. So, I started reading through them, but I didn't finish his though. Mav… why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why have you let me…”

Mav chuckles softly before propping up on the wall beside Bradley. “Kid I love you to death, but you just had to pick up my temper. It was too much to ask for you to get Ice’s.” He sighs as he runs a hand down his face. “I remember what it was like to be your age and be told you couldn’t fly… yet. And I knew you would lash out, and I didn’t want it to be at your mom. She meant well, but she was scared. And I got it. Looking at you, knowing I could lose you the same way. I just… I couldn’t do it. It was easier to know you were still out there, to know you were ok and still breathing, to chance it. The only thing I regret is you losing your Pops.”

“I lost you both,” Bradley whispers. “I lost you both because I was a fucking idiot. If I’d just thought…”

“No. Bradley this isn’t on you. You hear me?” Mav asks, grabbing his face and making him look at him. “You were a kid. It’s on me. I should’ve just let you cool down and then explain but I didn’t. I should’ve listened to Ice, but I didn’t. This is not on you.”

Bradley gives him a shaky nod. “I’m sorry I didn’t come home. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when Pops was sick. I’m sorry I’ve been nothing but a jerk since getting back. And I’m especially sorry for the words I said in the ready room a few hours ago. None of them were true.”

Mav pulls him close and places a kiss on his forehead. “I know, kid. I know. It was a ‘textbook Mitchell fit’ as your Pops would say.”

Bradley snorts but nods, pulling Mav in for a tight hug. “You’re forgiven B. And I don’t want you to let it sit in your mind. None of it. You hear me? It’s all forgiven and we’re moving on. I need you totally focused on this mission.”

“I hear ya.” Mav pulls back cradling his face once more. “Your parents would be proud of you. We’re proud of you. And I know you don’t think so, but you’re a hell of a pilot. I just need you to think less up there, ok? Just fly like you know how.” Bradley swallows deep but nods. “We’ve got time, we’ll make this mission a success,” Mav promises. He gets another nod from Bradley. “Come on, you need to rest,” Mav says, leading Bradley into Ice’s room.

Bradley freezes inside the doorway. “Hey, he’s ok. I promise.”

Bradley feels tears in his eyes once more. “I know kiddo. I know. It’s not easy, but I promise, he’s ok.” Bradley let’s Mav push him into the chair beside the bed before he can protest. Mav just grabs another chair and pulls it beside Bradley. He lays his hand on Bradley’s back as Bradley grabs Ice’s hand and drops his head to the bed. “I’m sorry Pops, so sorry,” he cries softly.

Before Mav can reassure him, Bradley’s head shoots up as Ice squeezes his hand. Blue eyes are staring back at him, and Bradley just cries harder. Ice reaches out and cradles Bradley’s head trying to pull him closer. Bradley resists for half a heartbeat not wanting to hurt him, until he sees Ice trying to talk. “No, no, no. Dad said you can’t talk yet. Don’t, please don’t try.”

Ice turns to give Mav an exasperated look, and Mav just shrugs. “You’re the one who didn’t tell me you were having a bad day nor that you weren’t feeling good. The doc seems to think all the coughing has irritated your throat and it would be better not to talk yet.”

Ice takes his hand off Bradley’s face and holds his hand out to Maverick. Mav sighs but hands over his phone. “I’m assuming telling you to rest right now is pointless.”

Ice just gives him a dry stare and Mav rolls his eyes. Ice expertly unlocks the phone and starts typing quickly. Bradley watches him and Ice turns the phone towards him before putting his hand back on Bradley’s face.

You have nothing to be sorry for Bradley. It’s just good to see you here, even though none of us want to be here. A hug would be nice though.

Bradley drops the phone and leans closer, burying his face in Ice’s neck like he’d done Mav earlier as Ice wraps his arm around him hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry. I read the letters. Well not all of yours. I’m going to though I swear. I just... I read the important one and then I had to read Dad’s and I just…”

Bradley stops his rambling when Ice squeezes the back of his neck, and he hears Mav whisper to breathe again. He takes a deep breath before meeting Ice’s eyes. “I’m going to finish reading them, but I just had to get back. I needed to be here, needed you both.”

Ice rubs the back of his head before reaching for the phone once more. I’m glad you’re here kiddo. That’s all that matters. It’s forgiven. I’m sure Dad has already told you that.

“He has. I just…”

Mav leaned forward and laid his hand over Ice’s on Bradley’s. “I know it’s going to take some time. It doesn’t feel real. But Roo, everything is forgiven. Has been.” Bradley wrinkles his nose a little at that new nickname, but at the same time he doesn’t mind it coming from Mav.

For a change I’m going to agree with Mav. Bradley snorts hard as he reads it, and Mav rolls his eyes affectionately at his husband. Everything was forgiven right after it happened. We never stopped loving you, never will. You’re our kid and that means we love you regardless.

Bradley lets the words soak in, figuring out how to say what he wants because he’s not sure if Mav knows about his conversation with Ice before their first day, but he knows he owes Ice another apology. “Pops I…” he swallows deep as he studies the bed. Ice cards a hand through his hair as he watches him.

“I owe you another apology. I told you that you wouldn’t have to worry about me… and I did the one thing you were worried about. Just… Just a few hours ago. It wasn’t in front of anyone but I… I still did it.”

Ice just watches him; he’s never lost that ice cold stare even after all these years and it falls into place as Bradley stumbles through what he’s trying to admit. Bradley does his best not to shrink in front of it because while he’s seen it before, it’s never been directed at him like this and he knows in this instance he deserves it. Mav is bouncing his eyes between them like a tennis match unsure of what is really happening.

“What are you talking about?” Mav finally asks.

Neither answer him as Ice picks up the phone once more and starts typing. Bradley knows if he could talk, he’d be getting an icy lecture right about now.

Want to tell me what happened?

Bradley reads it and shakes his head no, even though he knows the story will spill out. Ice's eyes turn to Mav who just stares right back. He signs something to Mav knowing Bradley won't understand. Mav signs something back just as hastily, before rolling his eyes. “The icy stare lost its effect on me in ’86, dear husband."

Ice snorts but picks the phone up once more. Mav says it's nothing for me to worry about and to tell you you're forgiven. I get the feeling you want to tell me even though you say no.

Mav groans as he reads the words over Bradley's shoulder. "Stop railroading our kid," he growls.

Bradley gives Mav the most self-deprecating smile either of them have ever seen from him. "It's ok Dad. I brought it up; I can tell him. Besides, if you think I haven't learned when I'm being railroaded, you're wrong. I knew the original order to come to the house was just that. I didn't expect him to send you away, but I can handle it."

Mav cackles as Ice just rolls his eyes at them before he breaks into a cough that has both his boys jumping up before he can wave them off. Mav gets him a drink as Bradley sinks back into his chair. "However, I think I'm going to insist on postponing this conversation until you're better."

Ice passes Mav the cup back before turning his eyes on Bradley. Bradley does shrink a little this time and sighs. "Fine. Today was stressful. Coyote went into G-Lock and Phoenix and Bob had to eject because of a bird strike." Ice turns his eyes to Mav before Bradley can continue.

"Later," he sighs. Ice turns his attention back to Bradley as a sign to continue.

"I was on edge. I was looking for a fight. I think Dad knew that too." He swallows as he takes a breath, and Mav won't give either of them the satisfaction of saying he did know. The kid has been spoiling for a fight since day one.

"Anyway, I knew he would find me after something like that and I couldn't get myself to leave the ready room; not til I knew Phoenix would be ok. I knew the right words to say to push the right buttons," he shrugs.

Ice pinches his nose knowing exactly where this was going. "I said things I didn't mean because I knew it would hurt." Bradley won't meet his eyes anymore. "It was stupid. And I'm so sorry," he says looking between them both. "So sorry for everything. If I'd just used my brain, thought like everyone says I do too much of, all of this…. None of this…. I could've."

"Bradley. Hey." Mav gently squeezes the back of his neck calming him like he used to. "It's ok. I told you it's ok. And I meant it. I didn't just say it to make you feel better. It's the truth. Everything is ok, and most importantly it's not your fault."

Bradley nods as he chews on his lip still not meeting Ice's eyes. If there’s one thing Bradley knows for certain, it’s that Ice doesn’t take too kindly to people mistreating Mav. Ice made sure to remind him of that even, and Bradley did it anyways because he was stupid and let his misplaced anger control him. "Ice," Maverick growls when Ice won't sign or type anything just watching them. He hates seeing his kid in pain, thinks it's right up there with watching Ice struggle with his health.

"No Dad, it's fine, it's… I get it," Bradley says softly with a shrug. He moves to stand up and Maverick shoves him back down in the chair, keeping a hand on his shoulder so he doesn't move. Bradley looks between them, at the stare down they’re having - a silent conversation they don’t want him to hear - and sighs. At least some things never change, he thinks as he drops his head.

Ice picks up the phone once more and starts furiously typing away, making Bradley seem to shrink into himself even more than Mav thought possible; Bradley mistaking the furious typing for what it really is - a desperate need to get the words out as fast as possible. It's times like this where Mav hates that Ice can't use that beautiful voice of his. He squeezes Bradley’s shoulder in what he hopes will be reassurance until Ice turns the phone towards them.

Your dad is right once again kiddo. God I'm never going to hear the end of it agreeing with him this much. But when it comes to you, we agree more than not. We love you. Nothing will change that. And because we love you so much, everything is forgiven. I appreciate you telling me - you didn't have to. Mav is not going to hold it against you. If anyone understands what you were doing, it would be him. You might’ve said you've been compared to me more than him, but kiddo, you act just like him - especially when you're mad. We love you. And you need to put all this behind you today so you can focus on the mission, you hear me? I know Mav has done his best to prepare all twelve of you, but Baby Goose. You must be focused if you go. You can't be thinking about anything else, not us, not this. Nothing. But coming home. We just got you back. I refuse to lose you again, son.

Bradley feels tears as he reads the phone. Mav gives Ice a smile before Ice is being pulled into a tight hug. If the kid wasn't so big now, he knows Bradley would've climbed in the bed with him like he used to do when Mav would get injured. "Love you too Pops," he whispers through his tears.

Doctors’ orders be damned, Ice thinks. "Love you too kiddo," he whispers, and Bradley just squeezes him tighter as more tears leak out. He stays in Ice’s hold until he feels himself relax all the tension away and he sinks back into the chair.

“You should go home and get some sleep,” Mav tells Bradley when he sees the exhaustion on his son’s face now that the anxiety is gone.

“Not leaving. I saw your email that we’re grounded today. I have nowhere to be but here.”

Ice snorts from the bed as he rearranges to go back to sleep. Told you. Just like your dad.

“Would you stop it. He flies just like you and last time I checked you’re just as much a stubborn bastard. The kid was doomed with stubbornness.”

Ice would laugh out loud if he could as Bradley groans around them like he did when he was a teenager. “I’m still right here. And don’t think I didn’t figure out what this is,” he says with a shudder pointing between the two of them. "Stop it until you’re home, please,” he begs.

Ice snorts again as Mav laughs, neither embarrassed as Bradley would like them to be for flirting (or more like foreplay his unhelpful mind supplies) in front of their kid. “Just for you Baby Goose.” Bradley rolls his eyes as he gets comfy in the chair.

“Now it’s 0300, get some sleep,” Bradley tells them both. Mav settles back into the chair beside him and leans over grabbing Ice’s hand. Bradley watches them with a fond smile before getting up to dim the lights. He does his best to get comfy, his head ending up on the bed beside Ice and Mav’s joined hands. He smiles a little when he feels fingers running through his hair like when he was a kid and promptly falls asleep.

Bradley manages to sleep through nurses coming in every couple of hours to check on them and the doctors’ rounds the next morning at 0800. No one has the heart to move him off the bed, and Mav honestly thinks Ice would flay whoever tried. They’re going to keep him through at least lunch, but they’re hoping to discharge him that afternoon.

Mav goes to get coffee and breakfast after the doctor leaves and Ice just watches Bradley sleep. He hates that he’s sick and can’t talk right now, but it accomplished what they haven’t been able to do in years. His fingers gently run through Bradley’s hair, and he can’t help but smile a little. Their family is whole once more. Mav sneaks back in, smiling himself as he sees Ice watching Bradley sleep. He knows how much they’ve both missed the kid, and he can’t help but feel elation knowing they have him back.

Bradley stirs at the smell of coffee and food, jerking upright when he remembers where he is. “Morning Roo.”

“Ugh, Morning,” he grunts, stretching out his back until it pops.

“Breakfast burritos and coffee,” he says, laying out his finds on the tray. “Tea for you Admiral,” he smirks at Ice’s scowl. He drinks tea on the days his throat gives him trouble, but some days - today - it’s not what he wants. He hands Bradley his coffee, “Iced with oat milk, mocha, and sugar. Hopefully your weird coffee habits haven’t changed since you were a teen?”

He knows Mav is a little anxious to get it right, so Bradley grins as he takes the largest sip possible to get his brain fully back online. “Still the same,” he grins, inhaling some more.

He digs into the burritos as Mav tells him what he missed when the doctors came around. “Would… I mean… Could I come home today?” he asks them quietly once Mav is done explaining.

“You’re always welcome home,” Ice whispers. Drinking the tea has helped along with not talking since being there, so he just rolls his eyes at Mav’s glare. He just wants to talk to his kid damnit.

Bradley looks on the verge of scolding him too, so he just reaches for Mav’s phone once more because he has no clue where his is at the moment. Fine I won’t talk … yet! You’re always welcome home Bradley. We would love nothing more.

“Mav?” Bradley asks tentatively. He’s not sure how comfortable they are with his slip ups of “Dad and Pops” from the middle of the night terror, so he’s trying to tread carefully.

“Pops is right. You’re always welcome home Baby Goose.”

The smile they get in return could light up the whole room. “K well I think I’ll go pack then, and then come pick ya up once you’re free?”

He gets a nod from them both and a promise from Mav to let him know when they’re discharged so he can be back to get them since he drove Mav there in the middle of the night. He hugs them both tight, especially his Pops, before he cleans up their breakfast trash and heads to his on-base housing. It’ll be nice to be back in a bed that is comfortable.

While Bradley is packing, Cyclone stops by the hospital to check on the Admiral and talk to Maverick. Ice can’t hear the conversation in the hallway, but when Mav returns, he knows something is up. What was that about?

Mav sighs as he sinks into the chair. He runs his fingers through his hair before meeting his husband’s eyes. “He grounded me - permanently. Said my focus needs to be here, and that he is taking over training because even if I was to come back tomorrow, I’d be too worried about you. You know he never wanted me to begin with so not surprised.”

Mav can feel the temperature drop as Ice’s facade drops into place as he starts typing. Where is my phone?!

“What are you going to do?” Mav asks skeptically.

Phone. Hand it over Maverick!

“It’s fine Tom, really. I should be focused on you. I should’ve given this up a long time ago to better take care of you. These kids don’t want to listen, hell Bradley didn’t want to listen. I’m not a teacher Ice, I’m a pilot. And even if I could’ve taught that, it’s not what they want. It’s not what the Navy wants. That’s why they canned me the last time. You’re the only reason I was pulled for this mission, and you know it. It’s probably better this way.”

The Navy needs Maverick. The kids need Maverick - Bradley needs you. That’s why I fought for you and why I’ll continue to fight for you. If you lost your wingman in the air, you’d keep fighting; you wouldn't give up. You’re already attached to the kids; you’re not going to let anything happen to them, especially Bradley. You’ve not lost your wingman on the ground either so hand me my phone Pete.

He digs through the bag the nurse gave him of all the stuff Tom had on him when he came in. He pulls out the phone and stares Ice down before reluctantly handing it over. “Don’t give me that look,” Ice rasps before dialing.

A nurse returns with their discharge paperwork, and Mav listens to all the instructions while Ice schedules a meeting for in the morning. He texts Bradley that they will be ready when he gets back. As soon as Ice hangs up, Mav helps him redress. “What time is your meeting?”

“0800. And while I’m in the meeting, you’re going to show the kids this mission is possible.”

Maverick just stares at him as Ice smirks. “Admiral, are you suggesting I steal a plane while you’re on base?”

“I never said those words. What you do while Cyclone is tied up is up to you dear.”

Maverick snorts as a plan forms in his head. “Not a word of this to Bradley.” Ice gives him a nod of agreement.

Bradley returns and they get settled at home. The night is nice and peaceful, catching up on things Bradley wants to share - deployment and missions, friends and partners. It’s of no surprise to either of them when Bradley admits he and Jake are exes. “You owe me a steak dinner,” Maverick tells Ice, tipping his glass at him.

“Seriously?! You bet on my love life?!” Bradley acts so scandalized; his dads can’t help but laugh.

“Kiddo if you only knew the amount of betting that went on at TOPGUN throughout the years. Betting is just habit at this point. Besides, Pops here didn’t believe me when I said you two acted just like we did back in the day.”

They finish out the night with more stories before Ice gets tired and Maverick and Bradley both insist he go rest. Bradley sleeps like the dead for the first time in years, and the next morning when he gets up to report back to base, he’s surprised to see Ice in uniform.

“What’s going on?” he mumbles as Mav passes him some coffee.

“Nothing for you to worry about Baby Goose,” Ice rasps. Bradley shoots Mav a look, but Mav won’t meet his eyes.

“Uh huh. I don’t buy that. You just got released yesterday. You’re not seriously going back to work already?!”

“Just for a meeting this morning. Then I’ll be back home.”

“They couldn’t reschedule?”

Mav snorts before he can stop himself, and Ice and Bradley both shoot him looks. “Oh for the love! Just tell the kid already,” Mav sighs, throwing up his hands and going to get his keys to Ice’s Jeep.

“Nothing for you to worry about. We’ll discuss tonight.”

Bradley shoots looks between them, but neither will cave. “You know we only have like two days left right? Whatever it is just tell me now.”

“Tonight,” Ice repeats. He joins Mav at the door leaving Bradley to follow.

“Fine. See you on base,” he calls to Mav before jumping in the Bronco and heading off.

“He’s going to be pissed you didn’t tell him,” Mav singsongs as he gets in the driver’s seat much to Ice’s displeasure.

“I didn’t need him storming in Cyclone’s office in a Mitchell fit. Besides, he'll be too distracted by you.”

As planned, Mav takes an F-18 up and runs the course while Ice has Cyclone cornered in his office. They hear everything from the control tower, and Ice knows if he wasn’t standing there, Cyclone would be livid. As it is, the Air Boss doesn’t know what to say as Ice rips him a new one over trying to ground Mav. He meticulously lists all the reasons why Mav needs to be the one to finish the last two days teaching, and then informs Cyclone, when they hear confirmation from the control tower that Mav hit the target, that Mav will be team leader now. He doesn’t like the idea of sending his husband on this mission, but he knows it’s the best plan.

After Maverick is back on the ground and rejoined the team in the ready room, Cyclone joins them and informs them that Mav will be team leader and that they will be running more training ops with him in the air for the rest of the afternoon. All twelve are impressed and eager to get in the air with Maverick; Ice gives his husband a soft smile and sneaks out before the kids see him.

Bradley wasn’t as pissed as Maverick predicted, since everything worked out. But he has to agree with Ice that grounding Mav was the wrong call. He knows things shifted for not just himself, but the team as well and he’s starting to believe that maybe, just maybe they’ll be able to pull this off.

Training is intense for the next two days, and reality doesn’t set in until he’s packing for the carrier, listening to Mav and Ice talk down the hall. They’re having a mini argument about whether Ice should come along or not. Bradley wants to agree with Mav on this one that Ice needs to stay here and look after himself, but Iceman is not going for it. In the end Bradley knows Pops will more than likely get his way so he stays out of it. Once he’s packed, he pulls the letters out to read again. He’d finished reading Ice’s the second night of being back in his old bedroom. But tonight, he feels like reading over some of them again to make sure he hasn’t missed anything and to be reminded that their love never changed.

“You ok kiddo?” Mav asks from the doorway, startling him a bit.

“Yea… yea all packed and ready.” He puts the letters back in the box and back on the desk.

Mav points to the bed beside him and Bradley nods making room for Mav to sit down. “You sure you’re ok?”

“Yea… it’s just… I think it’s finally sinking in. You convince Pops to stay?”

“What do you think?” Bradley snorts and shakes his head no. “You’d be correct then kiddo.”

“Do you know what you’re going to do tomorrow?”

Mav sighs, dropping his head a bit before meeting Bradley’s eyes once more. “I know the two-man teams. And I think I know what I’m going to do for my wingman. I know what Pops wants me to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“He wants me to let go.”

“Huh? Let go of what?”

“You… Wants me to let go of you, Bradley.”

“What… What does that even mean?”

Mav gives him a sad smile before releasing a sigh. “I have a problem letting go of people and things. Until I met your dad at my first deployment, they called me a lone wolf. Hell even after your dad determined to stick to me, they still considered my flying to be lone wolfish. I didn’t trust people, but once I trusted them, I kinda hung on to them tight.”

“And that’s why you always talk to Goose,” Bradley whispered. Ever since Mav became “dad,” he always referred to Nick by his callsign. He knows that’s really his dad, but he barely remembers him. The only dads he knows are Mav and Ice.

“Yea… I can’t let go.” Mav takes a deep breath to recenter. “So, in retrospect, you could say I’ve held on to you too.”

“And Pops thinks it’s time to let go, to let me protect myself.”

“In a sense. I know he’s right… I know you can do this. I’ve never doubted your abilities, Bradley. I know that’s what you’ve thought all these years since I pulled your papers, but that wasn’t why. You can do this, and I know you can make it back home. That need to protect you though, to keep you safe…”

“I get it Dad. I don’t know that I’m going to like watching you go on this. I know in the back of my mind you’ve done all kinds of crazy missions over the years, but it’s different seeing it happen right in front of you. I’m… I’m not going to hold it against you if you pick someone else. I know you probably think I will, but I won’t.”

Mav gives him another sad smile before he pulls Bradley into a side hug. He places a kiss on his forehead before letting him go. “I love you kid. And no matter what happens tomorrow, know I’m proud of you and love you so much.”

“Love you too Dad.”

They both barely sleep that night, but the next morning all three of them are off to the port to fly to the carrier. The Lincoln crew is scrambling at the appearance of the COMPACFLT once they land since no one was prepared for him to join them. They get settled in their rooms before Maverick meets the team in the ready room. His eyes scan over all twelve aviators, his kids as Ice would say, and tries to give them the words to believe in themselves before he picks his team. Even after their conversation the night before, he can see Bradley’s surprise and confusion when he calls his name. He’s not sure he’ll ever get over the fact he caused his kid to have self-confidence issues, but he’s hoping by letting go like Ice suggested, that Bradley will start to believe in himself more.

The next day they launch with no problem, and Mav knows that Bradley will have a problem with flying so close to the ocean. Ever since he learned how Goose died, how Mav had to hold him in the ocean for however long it took for the Coast Guard to find them - Mav honestly has no clue how long it really was despite Ice giving them a vague idea one year - Bradley doesn’t do well with the ocean. He can hear his kid’s heavy breathing and just prays that Bradley won’t overthink and will just fly. He keeps an eye out his canopy on him as they fly until they’re in attack formation and he can no longer see him.

He can tell that the SAMs freak Bradley out even more; he’s not sure if Bradley’s had to experience them before or not, but he’s just praying his kid will stop thinking. He speeds up on instinct knowing the bandits will move to defend as soon as the tomahawks hit. He hears over control tower coms that Bradley is falling behind. Shit Roo. Stop thinking. He doesn’t say anything until he gets confirmation that the bandits have changed course, but Bradley doesn’t answer.

He hears Payback try as they navigate the course, and then command gives another update. Fanboy tries next hearing how close the bandits are to intercept, and Payback chimes in again. Come on kid, Mav thinks before he hears it whispered across the coms. “Talk to me dad.” He knows Bradley’s not talking to Goose, even though that’s what everyone else probably thinks, so he answers, knowing Bradley needs it to come home.

“Come on kid, you can do it. Don’t think, just do!” He whispers it back in the same voice and prays it works. It’s a half a second before he hears Payback telling Roo not to go that fast and it makes him proud. “That’s it kid, that’s it.” He prays it’s the encouragement he needs to keep going. He needs Bradley to come home.

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The mission is a success in the Navy’s eyes; they pulled off both miracles despite one deadeye laser. Ice however feels like his world ended the minute Maverick was shot down. He knew despite Cyclone ordering the other three back that Bradley wouldn’t listen. He knew there was no way his kid was leaving his dad behind. Ice was pissed when Cyclone wouldn’t let Jake launch to cover them though, so to keep from taking over the mission, knowing he was too close to it, he stepped out of the control tower.

He has no idea how long he’s standing out at the railing – Daggers three and four both landing and both pilots trying to get Jake out of his plane to no avail - before Warlock calls him back in. When he enters, he feels his heart restart hearing that Bradley is supersonic in an F-14. The only way that was possible is if his husband was with him. He doesn’t know what condition they’re in, but he knows with certainty that they are coming home.

This time he doesn’t wait for Cyclone to decide to launch Jake; he orders it himself. Jake is the only one ready to go up, all the others having disembarked when Phoenix and Payback landed. He sends Hondo out to ready the crew and he steps out to the railing once more. Hondo points in his general direction, and Jake’s eyes meet his. He gives him a nod and a salute, Jake returning them before he is off. If Mav is right about him, Jake will do anything possible to get Bradley home.

Ice returns to the tower to listen and watch. Bradley manages to connect the radio at the worst possible time. Hearing Mav tell Bradley to eject, hearing the fear in his kid’s voice, hearing that they can’t eject – Ice doesn’t think there’s another pain imaginable. All eyes are on him as they listen though, so he relies on all his Navy years to keep his ice-cold exterior in place. Jake’s voice coming through, telling them he’ll see them on deck, almost brings Ice to his knees. He gives everyone in the control tower a nod before he is out and heading down to the deck. He’ll be damned if he’s not greeting his boys as soon as they’re free of the cockpit.

Luckily for him, no one pays him any attention as they’re too busy preparing for a crash landing once Jake is out of the way. Ice sees him practically scrambling from his plane and it makes him smile knowing he would be the same way if the roles were reversed. He watches Mav land the F-14, albeit roughly, and the crew races around putting out flames. He sees medical rushing towards them along with all the Daggers. He takes his time, watching Bradley and Mav climb out, but he does push his way through. He makes it to his husband first, who is just stepping away from Hondo.

“Admiral,” he smirks.

“Get over here,” Ice rasps, pulling Maverick into his arms tight. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Retirement, remember?”

Ice pulls back in surprise and Mav just smiles at him. They’d talked about it some the other night after they got home, but Ice wasn’t sure Mav was serious. Before he can question him any further, Bradley is pushing through the crowd yelling “Dad.”

Ice steps to the side and Bradley launches at Maverick hugging him tight despite the grunts they both let out. Ice knows they have at minimum harness bruises, so he makes a note to get them down to the med bay as soon as they disentangle from each other. Mav pulls back first cupping Bradley’s cheeks whispering a quiet “thank you,” that Bradley murmurs back before they’re hugging again. He sees Jake standing off to the side watching them, and Ice makes a note to check on him later.

He eventually separates his husband and son and marches them both to med bay, Jake trailing behind. “Seresin, you stay with Bradley. Make sure he doesn’t escape doctor’s orders.”

“Pops,” Bradley whines, causing Jake to whip his eyes up between them.

“Don’t start with me Bradley. Again, you’re too much like your dad and I can only babysit one of you at the moment.”

“Rude,” Maverick grunts from his side, causing Ice to just scoff at him and push him further into the room. He’ll get a full report on Bradley later, but Maverick is his concern at the moment, especially with it being his second ejection in a month. He proceeds to inform the nurses of that, causing Mav to roll his eyes, before he strips the flight suit free.

Bradley spends six hours in med bay, Jake making sure he’s stay in bed. Mav was just in the bed beside him, so Ice could’ve kept an eye on them both, but Bradley was secretly glad Jake had stayed. Bradley had a mild concussion, had broken his collarbone in two places and had severe bruising across his ribs and chest. Mav also had a concussion, had cracked a few ribs, had severe bruising on top of the bruises that hadn’t healed from his last ejection, along with a slight case of hypothermia from laying in the snow for an undetermined amount of time.

He ended up staying in med bay overnight. If Ice hadn’t practically ordered Bradley to go shower, eat and rest, he would’ve stayed with them. The next morning though, Bradley was back by their side, with all of their bags ready to catch the transport home. Ice was already working on leave papers for the entire squad, knowing they all needed some time to heal, even the ones who hadn’t flown the mission. He was able to grant them all six weeks, and he was only slightly surprised when Mav followed through and submitted his retirement papers once home.

It might’ve taken a suicide mission and a health scare to get them where they were, but their family was complete once more. They might’ve had a whole lot more of talking to do, but Bradley was home; Mav was home, and Ice couldn’t be more grateful.

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