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kitkatscabinet · 7 months

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Lay all your love on me

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x f! Reader

Summary: You've been best friends with Kyle for years, but will a night of drinking and introducing you to his teammates change that?

word count: 1.2k

A/N: unedited, I kind of hate it but wanted to get it out before I start working on all the angst.

He’s holding a beer in one hand, eyes darting between where his phone lay on the table and the door of the pub. His left leg was bouncing in anticipation, drawing an odd glance from Price.

“Y’alright mate? Barely touched your beer.” Gaz almost didn’t hear him over the ambient background music.

“Hmm?” it took a few seconds for the words to register but when they did he finally tore his eyes from the door towards the table occupied with his teammates, only to find them all staring at him. It’s Soap that answers for him with a wicked smirk,

“He’s fine, just waiting for his lass to arrive.”

“She’s not my lass. She’s my best friend and she’s a little anxious to meet you all so you better behave“ he sent a stern glare their way, focusing especially on the grinning Scotsman who had his hands raised in surrender. Any wisecrack is cut short by an excited yell of his name.

He barely manages to turn and stand before he’s got an armful of you, infectious laughter already curbing his annoyance at Soap. It’s only when he realises that perhaps he’s been clutching you just a bit too long to classify as friendly does he pull away, eyes flickering over your face as if trying to memorise every minute detail after months of not seeing you in person.

You’re already blazing ahead however, eager to meet his teammates as you offer them that stunning smile of yours whilst making short work of introductions. By the time he’s returned from the bar with your favourite drink you’ve already slid into the booth next to Ghost, engaged in a passionate debate with Soap. You barely even throw Kyle a second glance apart from thanking him for your drink, before you’re sliding it across to Soap with a dead pan.

“Drink this. I guarantee that my cocktail is ten times tastier than your shitty tap beer.” Never one to back down from a challenge, Soap makes a show of taking a sip from the straw whilst dramatically rolling his eyes. Though the second the drink hits his tongue it becomes apparent that Soap’s enjoyed the taste, something you pick up on right away with a victorious laugh.

“You liiiiike it!” you tease, playfully smacking him on the arm before taking back your drink, “have fun drinking your shitty beer.” Kyle could do nothing but watch the interaction sourly, a light frown decorating his face. Were you flirting with Soap?

“You know, Kyle had me convinced you guys were scary, I had to have a few drinks before I got here to calm my nerves.” You smiled sheepishly as the boys laughed, “What! You made Simon sound like the fucking terminator or something!”

He should be relieved, but for some reason Kyle can only feel irritation at how well you were getting on with the boys, especially Soap. You’re supposed to be his best friend, so why had you sidled up next to his lieutenant, why were you laughing so much at Soap’s jokes? Did you think Soap was funnier than him?

A voice is suddenly projected through the space, stopping you mid-sentence and Gaz watches as delight fills your face.

“Karaoke! Oh my god Kyle you have to sing with me!” You’re already on your feet, tugging on his arm impatiently, apparently, you want to be the first performer of the night. A disappointed pout rests on your face as another girl beats you to the punch. He doesn’t want to upset you but Kyle knows he has not had anywhere near enough to drink to get up on a stage and sing for an entire pub, especially not his jeering teammates.

Watching as your face falls even further into devastation at his refusal he tries not to wince, promising to take you to a karaoke place next time the two of you go out.

“Awww, but I wanted to sing tonight. It’ll be fun!” As if sensing you were getting nowhere with him you suddenly turned to Soap, eyes bright once more and a question on your lips. You barely get the words out before Gaz is suddenly standing, taking your hand in his and leading you towards the stage. It isn’t until the previous ‘performer’ nears the end of her song that it truly sinks in what he’s done, but you had let out a delighted shriek at his acquiescence and he hadn’t liked the look on Soap’s face when you’d almost asked the Scotsman.

You’re an excited whirlwind of movement when it’s finally your turn, pulling him on stage by hand and shoving a mic in his face. He’s given no consideration over song choice and it’s clear to everyone watching that you are in charge. The music picks up and Kyle feels something akin to dread as he recognises the introduction of your favourite song. You’d made him sit through Mamma Mia enough times that he could sing the soundtrack in his sleep.

“I wasn’t jealous before we met, now every woman I see is a potential threat” You're smiling at him, moving close enough that he can smell your perfume as you grab his hand to twirl him. As the first verse nears its end Kyle struggles to pull his eyes from you, a lump building in his throat as his turn to sing draws nearer.

“It was like shooting a sitting duck, a little small talk a smile and baby I was stuck.” Somehow he managed to get through his verse without stuttering, shoulders loosening as he saw how much fun you were having. His eyes never once leave your face, the words falling from his mouth without the need for subtitles.

“Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.” As you continued to sing Kyle could almost allow himself to believe that you truly were singing to him. Everything that wasn’t you faded into obscurity, the crowd didn’t exist, nothing did outside of you. Blinding smile that’s focused entirely on him.

By the time the song ends Kyle is running on adrenaline and what could only be described as delusion filled confidence. As the last words fall from your lips and the crowd cheers, a particular Scottish voice ringing out above the others, Kyle finally lets himself move. Dropping the microphone he reaches out with both hands, one gently clutching your cheek and the other clasping the back of your neck as he closed the distance. You let out an adorably surprised squeak before your eyes fluttered close, lips curving into a giddy smile as you kissed him back.

The audience cheers grow even louder but neither of you care, even as you pull away. Resting his forehead against yours Kyle is at a loss for words, but you seemingly aren’t. “Is that why you’ve been glaring at Soap like he killed your puppy all night?” It takes a few seconds for your words to process but once they do Gaz lets out an incredulous squawk, only to be silenced by you leaning in to press your lips against his once more. His right hand briefly leaving the warmth of your cheek in order to flip off the jeers coming from the corner he knew his teammates to be located.

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #cod mw x reader #x reader

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katz-chow · 9 months

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laughing 'till our ribs get tough

synopsis: spending 3 weeks with johnny in the field while sleep deprived, hungry, tired, and actually going crazy takes a toll when you two finally get some sort of peace at mind aka you two finally start to relax after a tough recon and undercover mission

warnings: sfw, fluff, gn! reader, friends to lovers, pinning, really really bad jokes and pick up lines

a/n: this is in the same universe as this small fic, but they can read as stand-alones as well. i think my johnny x recon!reader will really just be a slice of life type of series, thanks!

"It's fucking hot as balls out here," You curse frowning and swiping your forehead off the sweat that's been dripping down.

Johnny laughs and pushes you along with a sturdy hand on the small of your back. "You're hot as balls."

You stop and turn to him suddenly, looking furious with steam practically blowing out of your ears. "I'm gonna cut your balls off." You deadpan.

He whistles and looks away from your stare and continues to walk on the tiled streets of Barcelona. The summer heat was beating down as the Spanish air broiled your lungs. It was the last few days of your mission to stalk a Bosnian gang leader on vacation here.

However, the most difficult of your reconnaissance mission has passed and you decided that he wasn't a big enough threat for you and Johnny to tackle. So here you two are, walking the mile in the scorching sun back to your rented Airbnb as two friends who took a month-long vacation to Barcelona. Friends.

"No need to be so snappy, Jesus!" He huffs and practically pouts as you two continue to march up the tight, tiled, stairs to the top floor of your Airbnb.

You smile slightly even with the discomfort of how your clothes are sticking to you. Finally reaching the top and into your home away from home, the shade hits and you two quickly close all the windows and doors while turning on the small ac window unit. Sitting smack dead on the terracotta floor just in front of the icy bliss that is your rickety ac unit, you finally let out a sigh and close your eyes. This bliss, however, was soon interrupted as your Scotsman nudges your shoulder with his own.

You groan and fall back onto the cooling tiles. "What do you want, Johnny?"

"Can you take me to the doctor's?" Soap asked, reasonably calmly, but this question shook you.

You immediately shoot straight up and turn to Johnny with your eyes wide in shock and horror, scanning his body for any injuries. "What? Why? Johnny, are you hurt?"

He looks at you sheepishly, a slight grin forming on his face as he struggled, but fails to hide it. "...Because I just broke my leg falling for you."

"Oh my fucking God, I'm going to murder you!" You shriek as you launch yourself at him and tackle him until you two might as well be sparring. He laughs and throws you as gently as possible over to your backside.

"Hold on, hold on, Lass, I got another," He bites his lower lip to stop the infectious smile he adorned on his face. "Do you have a name? Or can I just call you mine?"

You rolled your eyes and threw him off of you so that both of you two are sat upright, letting the cool air hit you. "That doesn't work because you know what my name is, Stupid."

"Alright, Lass, how about this one," Johnny stands up and presents himself. Suddenly, without warning, it was as if his legs were bound together by an invisible ribbon that caused him to topple over and land on top of you. "If there wasn't as any gravity on Earth, I'd still fall for you."

You snort and laugh a bit as he wiggled his eyebrows quite cartoonishly. A snap over your mouth as you feel a giggle slip out. He sees this and takes advantage of your weakened position to throw another one of his corny pickup lines at you to catch.

"It's 6 pm so all the libraries are closed..." He slides off of your lap and laid himself on his side with an arm up to hold his head. "Can I check you out instead?"

You couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing behind your hand, but as you make eye contact with him, he raises his eyebrows and bites his lower lip, imitating a professional player. Your laughs ring out from the living room as you throw your head back.

The tears that gather in your eyes threatened to fall as you hear his own laugh mixing with yours. "That-" You snort, "Was the worst possible face you could've made!"

He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged in front of you, mimicking your position. "What face should I have made then? This one?" Johnny licks his lips enticingly but quickly his hand covers his own mouth as he wheezes, unable to take himself seriously.

You couldn't as well as your hard laughter turns into silent ones, and your lower back and stomach ache from the exertion of your glee. You look as he throws his head back and laughs at his antics, he looked so pretty in the setting sun.

You took note of how his mohawk had grown out quite a bit and now is more of a misshapen fade. You also tried your best to memorize the color of the orange sunlight on his tanning skin from the Spanish heat. This was him, not Soap, not Sergeant MacTavish; this was Johnny. And in the haze of you spacing out, he was able to look into your eyes as you did his. A look that lingered for just too long, a look that had some sort of silent words, begging to be spoken.

And for a moment, you both think or rather hope, that one day, this scene can be replayed in better circumstances. But now, you'll take what you can. His laugh though? That could never be enough.

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Power Walk

YN watched Drew McIntyre from a distance, her curiosity piqued by his peculiar gait. He strode across the backstage area with a purposeful stride, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. It was hard not to notice him, especially when he moved in such a distinctive way.

She leaned against a nearby wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she called out to him, "Why are you walking like that?"

Drew turned towards her, his blue eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and amusement. He chuckled, his Scottish accent adding an extra layer of charm to his response. "Walking like what, lass?"

YN's grin widened as she pushed herself off the wall and approached him. "Like you're about to step into the ring and take on a whole army of opponents."

Drew laughed heartily, his deep voice resonating through the corridor. "Ah, you've noticed, have you?"

YN nodded, her playful demeanor infectious. "Of course! It's like you're on a mission or something."

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, a Scotsman's gotta have a bit of flair even when he's off-duty, don't you think?"

As they walked together, YN fell into step beside him, matching his stride as best she could. It wasn't easy, considering Drew's long legs and purposeful pace, but she managed to keep up. They talked about the upcoming event, trading stories and laughter along the way.

"You know," Drew said after a while, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "sometimes it's all about the mindset. Walking like this helps me get into the right frame of mind, whether it's for a match or just facing the challenges of the day."

YN tilted her head, genuinely intrigued. "So, it's like your way of psyching yourself up?"

He nodded, a genuine smile touching his lips. "Aye, you could say that. It's a reminder that I'm capable of handling whatever comes my way, no matter how tough it might seem."

They reached a quiet corner of the backstage area, away from the hustle and bustle of the event. Drew turned to face YN, his expression earnest. "You know, lass, you can adopt your own power walk, even if you're not stepping into a ring."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Oh really? And how would that work?"

Drew's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stand tall, shoulders back, head held high. Stride purposefully, as if you're walking towards your next great adventure. And most importantly, believe in yourself. It's all about confidence."

YN chuckled, giving him an exaggerated nod. "Got it, Captain Confidence."

Drew laughed heartily again, the sound echoing in the corridor. "That's the spirit, YN."

As they continued their stroll, YN couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of determination. Maybe adopting a power walk, even in the mundane moments of life, was just what she needed to break through her own writer's block. With Drew's words echoing in her mind, she took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and walked beside him with newfound purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With each step, YN could feel a surge of confidence coursing through her veins. It was as if Drew's advice had ignited a spark within her, reminding her that she too had the strength to overcome any obstacles, whether they were within the realm of wrestling or the realm of creativity.

As they walked, YN's thoughts began to wander, weaving a story in her mind. She imagined a character much like Drew, a fierce and determined warrior who faced not only physical opponents but also the trials of the heart. Her fingers itched to jot down the ideas forming in her mind, the writer's block she had been struggling with fading into the background.

Drew noticed her thoughtful expression and nudged her playfully. "I can practically see the wheels turning in that creative mind of yours."

YN laughed, a newfound energy radiating from her. "You have no idea. I think you've inadvertently given me the inspiration I needed."

He grinned, clearly pleased. "Well, I'm glad to have been of service, lass. Just remember, that power walk isn't just for show. It's a reminder that you're in control of your path."

As they reached the end of the corridor, YN's phone buzzed with a message notification. She glanced at the screen and chuckled. "Looks like my best friend is wondering where I disappeared to. She's probably worried I got lost in the labyrinth of backstage corridors."

Drew chuckled alongside her. "Well, we wouldn't want that. Best not to keep her waiting."

YN nodded, her fingers already dancing across the screen as she typed out a quick reply. "Don't worry, I've just been getting some impromptu life advice from a certain Scottish powerhouse."

Her friend's reply came almost instantly. "Oh, I can only imagine. Is he teaching you how to execute a Claymore Kick too?"

YN grinned and showed the message to Drew. "Seems like you're gaining quite the reputation."

Drew laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, it's all in good fun."

As YN and Drew made their way back towards the main area, she couldn't help but reflect on how a simple question about his walk had led to a meaningful conversation and a newfound burst of inspiration. She realized that sometimes, the smallest interactions could have the most profound impact.

"Thank you, Drew," she said softly, a genuine warmth in her voice.

He clasped her shoulder, his smile kind. "Anytime, YN. Just remember, whenever you feel that writer's block creeping in, channel that power walk and face it head-on."

And so, with a renewed sense of purpose and a creative fire in her heart, YN bid farewell to Drew and returned to her best friend, ready to dive back into her fanfiction with a newfound determination. As she typed away, her fingers moving with a newfound rhythm, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected encounter that had turned her day around in the most unexpected and wonderful way.

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Drew mcintyre #Drew mcintyre x reader #Drew mcintyre imagine #Drew mcintyre imagines #Drew mcintyre fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

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protytwo · 1 year

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Infectious Lass and Porcupine Pete by Jon Morris aka Calamity Jon.

#Legion of Super-Heroes #Legion of Superheroes #Infectious Lass #Drura Sehpt #Porcupine Pete #Peter Dursin #Jon Morris #Calamity Jon #Legion of Substitute Heroes

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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 9 months

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Art Credit to Dean Lee

#Infectious Lass #legion of super heroes #legion of substitute heroes #Dean Lee

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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chapter 3.5 - what used to be (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: surprise!! this was not what anyone was expecting but young Bradley and Sunshine deserve their moment.

summary: The night that changed everything and what happened next.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | chapter 3 - heartache and heartbreak | chapter 4 - past mistakes

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warnings: alcohol, antibiotics, swearing, insecurities, wisdom tooth infections, mention of wisdom tooth removal, Sunshine is having a “this is me trying” moment, so basically bradley’s always been in love with her and he’s just stupid

word count: 3,063

Stumbling out of the house, you ignore the bite of the chilly October air. You pull yourself down to sit on the top step of the stars, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes. The house behind you echoes with music and chatter, the night ringing with laughter. Sighing, you rub your hands together, bitterly wishing you’d brought your jacket. You wince, feeling your jaw protest as you clench it again, trying to keep the tears from hitting you. You immediately let it go, trying to take a deep breath to calm your fried nerves.

You really should just cut your losses and go home.

Taking a shaky breath, you mean to stand up, to head out to your car and get out of there when you hear the unmistakable noise of the piano begin.

You weren’t even really sure how Tommy and his girlfriend (Ellie? Ella? Elle? Eden?) had wound up with a piano, something about one of their parents gifting it to them, but there was Bradley’s voice, clear against the night, the drunken laughter and shouting your friends following his tune.

You could maybe place the song from the ‘80′s (or was it the ‘90′s?) but the cheeriness did little to alleviate what you were feeling. Distantly, the music began to feel muted as you pulled your knees up against your chest, your head falling on to them.

The first tear escapes, and then the second, trailing down your cheeks in a path of salty warmth. It’s only a few moments later that the first sob escapes you and your shoulders heave as you try to keep it quiet. The last thing you needed was for someone to overhear and come out to the porch.

Like that would happen; they hadn’t even noticed you were gone.

The house erupts in cheers, a chant following Bradley’s dramatic finish to his song, making you choke on yet another sob.

How could a kid who wasn’t even really part of this group, didn’t even live here anymore, waltz in and charm everyone in the room?

Suddenly you felt inadequate, second-guessing your place with these people, if they had really been your friends in the first place. You wouldn’t blame them for wanting him here over you, the charming kid with the dazzling smile and the piano skills and insane intelligence you could only ever hope to match. With dreams and aspirations as wide as the whole world, yours felt small standing next to him.

Maybe you’d been too much the first few times you’d met him, dying for the chance to hang out with the kid who seemed to let his burdens weigh heavy on his soul but still had an infectious laughter. But you’d toned down the looking at him with stars in your eyes, had been toning it down for the last year.

Still, you shouldn’t have come tonight. You hadn’t even known he’d be in town, would be here, had thought that a small get together with these people you hadn’t seen in months, would cure your soul of the wearing loneliness and the pain of the physical ailments plaguing you at the moment. You hadn’t expected to walk in, hear his laughter, see him regaling them with a story from his time at basic. It should’ve been your sign to walk away before things could worse.

It was difficult to put up the usual sunny front you led with, and he had frowned only a few moments after seeing you, sans usual smile and happy-go-lucky personality that had for so long defined you as a person.

It had seemed like he hadn’t even wanted you there, tossing glances your way every couple of minutes as you sat back and watched your friends get drunker, taking a place at the sidelines for the night. It was all you could muster but the continuous sidelong glances from him stung. You thought the two of you had long moved past those, it turns out you were wrong.

The door opened you behind you and your head shot up as you sniffled. There were a few footsteps that paused behind you. You glanced up to see the last person you’d wanted to at that moment. Your cheeks went red as you sniffed again, reaching up to wipe away some of the tears from your face. They were mostly dry at this point, making the movement kind of useless.

“Ducking out early?” You ask, throat scratchy from crying and you wince at it. He raises an eyebrow at you and avoids the question.

“You shouldn’t be out here without a jacket. it’s like 40 out, you’ll freeze.” You shrug.

“Forgot it.”

He sighs, shifting and you watch him take his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders. You protest but he waves you off, settling down next you on the step. “You okay?” He asks, looking at you carefully with something you could almost mistake for concern.

You wouldn’t make that mistake though, because you know he doesn’t see you like that. Not even as a friend.

“You don’t have to do the noble thing and stay just because of I’m crying.”

“It’s not doing the noble thing, it’s doing the right thing. We’re friends.”

You look at him. “We’re friends?”

He scoffs. “Of course we’re friends.”

You swallow, looking away from him as blood rushes to your cheeks. “Didn’t think you thought of me like that.”

He rolls his eyes, shifting to lean on the back of his hands. “C’mon, out with it Sunshine, what’s up?”

You sigh, wrapping the jacket around you tighter. “I don’t- It’s nothing.”

He eyes you for a long, quiet moment. “It’s not nothing. C’mon, you can talk to me.”

You groan, reaching up to rub your temple. “It’s stupid.” You mumble, wondering how you were going to explain to him that you were crying because you were overwhelmed.

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won't push. How’s senior year?”

“Shit.” You grumble, before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah?”

“Capstone is kicking my ass, I work like 30 hours a week, it’s just all-” You stop, feeling the tears climb up your throat again. “It’s all just shit.”

“Not going how you wanted it to, huh?”

“Not in the slightest.”

He waits for you to say more, but when you don’t, he sighs, shifting to lean on his knees. “Hey, is your jaw okay? You’ve been holding your face anytime you eat or drink anything tonight.”

You huff out a laugh, embarrassed he’d caught on to that. “Oh, you saw that? Yeah, I have what I’m pretty sure is a wisdom tooth infection.”

“You still have those suckers? I got mine out when I was like 15. Think my godfather still has the video of me knocked on my ass by the drugs, just spewing pure nonsense.” He says, chucking and you laugh alongside him.

“Yeah, they needed to come out years ago but this is what happens when you have bitterly divorced parents who can’t agree on which child should get what little money they have.”

“So, are you getting them out now?”

“Yeah, I’ll probably have to. Have to go across town to get them looked at and hopefully get prescribed antibiotics.”

“Why the hell are you going across town? There’s one across the street from my old dorm building. And doesn’t UVA have a dental program they see students in?”

“Only place that accepts my parent’s shitty health insurance. And yeah, but they’ll only see you for routine cleanings and x-rays. This requires a real dentist who can prescribe me antibiotics. Trust me, I called because I can not afford the visit on Monday or the removal. Just add it to the list of things I’m in debt for and in pain over.”

“What do you mean?”

You glance at him, shaking your head. “I’ve got a host of health issues that’ve been going on for a while but I’m already in so much debt for school and my parent’s have shit healthcare and refuse to help me out. They told me I was on my own, so I just... ignore it. Can’t do anything else, really.”

“That can’t be healthy.”

“Probably not. But these are the joys of being poor.”

He shrugs, looking like he’s at a loss. “I can’t... can’t imagine what that was like. What that is like.” He sighs, rubbing his hands together. “I guess I can’t talk, growing up in a military family, where we had...” He trails off and you cock your head.

“Where we had what?” You prompt, confused as to where he had disappeared to. He startles.

“Let’s get married.”

There’s a long pause as you stare at him. “I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you Bradshaw because that is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

He smirks at you. “Talk about me when I’m not around, eh?”

You push his head down as he laughs in your attempt to hide the blush fighting it’s way up your neck. “Shut up.” You mumble, which only makes him laugh harder. Watching his shoulders shake with laughter, you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, the smile splitting across your face. “Well, if that was your plan to get me to laugh and cheer up, mission accomplished.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No- I mean, I’m glad it did, but no that wasn’t the goal. I’m serious.”

“You’ve lost your mind Bradshaw. Left it back at basic somewhere.”

He nudges your shoulder. “C’mon, think about it. Military spouses get crazy good health benefits. It’d be enough to help you get some of those things looked at, get your wisdom teeth removed. There’s, like, tax breaks and stuff. Could maybe help with the student loan debt.”

You nod slowly. “Okay... there’s just one small problem. We’re not in love.” The words feel bitter on your tongue as you try to play it off, ignoring the twist in your heart.

He shrugs. “The Navy doesn’t need to know that.”

“And what are we gonna do about those fuckers in there?” You say, nodding your head to the front door behind you.

“We’ll tell them that we’ve been madly in love for months and have decided to elope as soon as possible.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, they’ll buy that.”

“You got a better idea?”

Ignoring the question, you decide to throw a different one back at him. “What are we going to tell our parents?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “The only set of parents we’ll have to worry about are yours.”

You eye him as he now refuses to meet your gaze. “Bradley-”

“Let me do this for you Sunshine. Let me help.”

You sigh, standing up from the step. “We’ll talk in the morning when you’re sober Bradshaw.”

You chuck the jacket at him as you walk across the lawn towards your car. “I am sober Sunshine!”

You pause as you reach the street, a ghost of a smile on your face. “See you in the morning Bradshaw.”

He smiles back at you. “Goodnight Sunshine.”

You reach out to ring the doorbell, feeling Bradley’s warm hand press against the small of your back, even through your coat. Your heart flutters at the movement as the front door swings open.

“Eli!” You shout, greeted by the face of Bradley’s best friend. His grin is wide as he steps out on to the porch to give you a hug. He pulls you tight as Eli’s sister appears over his shoulder, stepping out to give Bradley a hug. He lets you go and the two of you switch, you going to Eli’s sister and him to Bradley. They usher the two of you in the house as you look around. You hadn’t been here since Eli moved.

“I gotta admit that when Bradley called me, I wasn’t expecting this news.” Eli says, shutting the door behind him. Bradley steps behind you, putting his hands on your shoulder.

“What can I say Eli, the perfect girl was in front of me all along.” Eli’s sister coos as you feel your cheeks warm, glancing up at Bradley. He smiles down at you as Eli shakes his head, chuckling.

“Cheesy you’ve always been Bradshaw. C’mon, everyone’s in the kitchen.” He leads you through the hallway, Bradley’s hands not leaving your shoulders. You appear in the kitchen, a cheer going up at the sight of the two of you. You laugh, being pulled into a hug by your friend Bailey.

“Okay, the two of you. We’re starting this night off right by doing shots.” You laugh as Bailey lets you go, Tommy pouring two tequila shots and handing them to you both.

Bradley glances at you. “You’re done with your antibiotics right?” You nod.

“Took my last dose yesterday morning, why?”

“You’re not supposed to drink on antibiotics.” He says, tossing back the liquid and you mirror his movement, face going red again, not just from the warmth of the alcohol. You groan, making a face as you wipe your mouth.

“Fucking hate tequila.”

Eli laughs. “Well, you’re gonna have to get used to it, because the goal of tonight is to get the two of you trashed. Only proper way to celebrate the two of you getting married.”

Tommy’s girlfriend (Ella is her name, you’ve confirmed) laughs as Eli bustles off to pull more alcohol from the fridge. “How was that process, by the way?”

Bradley shrugs. “Surprisingly simple. You just need valid ID and forms of payment. Can do the marriage license and court paperwork all in the same day, so long as you’re there before closing.” She nods as Bailey slides you a can of beer from the fridge.

“Always baffles me that states vary so widely in their marriage and divorce laws.”

You nod as you laugh, raising your drink in acknowledgment and agreement of her statement. “Can confirm, family court in my home state is hell. I think my parents are still fighting.”

“Still?” Bailey asks, eyes going wide.

Eli moves in between the conversation, setting more shot glasses on the counter. “Okay, okay, that’s enough legal talk. You two have not had nearly enough alcohol. Shut up and take another shot.”

He shuts the backdoor behind him quietly as the Star Wars debate (yes Eli, Revenge of the Sith is the best and yes it does have everything to do with how hot Hayden Christensen is, Sunshine had argued) dissolves into drunken laughter, Sunshine’s giggles making him smile as he glances back at her. She’s got her head on Bailey’s shoulder, still laughing, as the group re-focuses on the Mario Kart game that had long since been abandoned. Taking a sip from his beer bottle, he steps further away from the glass door, looking out at the night sky.

He sighs, thinking about the red eye he has to catch tomorrow night back to his base. He’s going back with absolutely unexpected news, and he wonders how long it will take for the news to get back to Uncle Ice. To Maverick, because he’s no fool to think that the man doesn't have some kind of tabs on him. Slider might even find out, if Ice cares enough to tell him.

He wonders if his parents would be disappointed in him, taking advantage of the Navy like this. He wonders if his Dad would angry for breaking this rule, this law, even when he knows in his heart he’s doing the right thing.

He’s never seen you so happy, so carefree, so much like a weight has been lifted, and that’s saying something, knowing exactly how you earned your nickname as Sunshine.

The door clicks shut behind him and he turns to see you, walking towards him. He smiles at you as you pull your jacket on, two Diet Cokes in hand.

“I don’t know how you can drink that crap, worse than the alcohol Eli was feeding us earlier.” You roll your eyes, handing him the drink as the two of you sit down at the picnic table in Eli’s rather nice backyard.

“Eli’s done well for himself since graduating it seems.” You comment, sticking your hands in your pockets. He nods, popping up the can of soda, a nice change of pace to the alcohol the two of you had been drinking all night.

“Yeah, I agree. Kinda wish he’d send some of that my way.”

You scoff, giving him an incredulous look. “You’ve done amazing for yourself since graduating Bradley, don’t give me that shit.”

He shrugs, shifting in the chair. “You think? I don’t know-”

“Bradley, you have dreams so big I don’t think the world is ready for them. Think it’s why you’re chasing them up in the sky, not enough room on the ground for all of them.”

He huffs out a laugh at that. “Thank you.” He says quietly, taking another sip of his drink, feeling his chest tighten at the words.

“I hope you get every single one of them.”

He glances at you, taking in your rosy cheeks, the lopsided grin on your face. Still, he returns the smile. “You’re drunk.”

You let out a little laugh. “Maybe just a little.” There’s a pause as he looks at you, watching the way the moonlight dances across your skin. You look back up at him. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, just thinking about how much I’m gonna have to call you every week to make this believable.”

“Every day, Bradshaw. I expect a call every day.”

He laughs outright at the drunken comment and you laugh alongside him. “Well, guess I’ll have to stay alive long enough to be back here for my wife’s graduation huh?”

You point a finger at him as you take another sip of your drink. “You’d better Bradshaw. Gonna have to introduce you to my parents.”

“Oh, so not looking forward to that.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “”M gonna miss you Bradley.”

He smiles softly at you, resisting the urge to reach out and move the hair that’s fallen in front of your face. You’re currently trying to blow it out of your face and it’s very much not working.

“Gonna miss you too Sunshine.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fics #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #flight risk

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silveragelovechild · 2 years

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The Silver Age Legion of Super-Heroes have been a longtime favorite of mine. A little while back I asked Artist Bevis Musson to do a series of commissions for me - a set of time traveling Legionnaires in his playful Edwardian Style. (Edwardian refers to the era of British King Edward VII (1901-1910).

This week I’m sharing his wonderful illustrations with you. Here are members of the Legion of Substitute Heroes: Fire Lad, Chlorophyll Boy, and Polar Boy. Below are: Night Girl, Stone Boy and Infectious Lass.

#Bevis Musson #legion of super heroes #substitute #night girl #stone boy #infectious Lass #fire lad #polar boy #chlorophyll boy

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shadowlilly97 · 10 months

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Colby Brock x Y/N

A/N: no hate to Amber. Also Y/Ns from Ireland

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Y/N had just moved to LA after getting her visa approved. A very long and tiresome task mind you.

She was settling in quite nicely into her new apartment. She loved her neighbours, a tallish brunette that had the most beautiful ocean blue eyes and a slightly shorter blonde also with pretty blue eyes. Sam and Colby they had introduced themselves as. They said they had a YouTube channel and she had low-key been stalking said channel all week. She found what they did fun and exciting

---------------TIME SKIP 6 MONTHS.-------------------

It had been 6 months of pure bliss for the young Irish lass. She often made videos with both her brother and his friends as well as Sam, Colby and their friends. She had made new friends with the people she had met through Sam and Colby. She and Colby had started dating 4 months ago and she was in love with the boy with ocean eyes and an infectious laugh.

-----------Y/N's Pov---------

Colby and I were sat in the ofice area of his apartment editing a video for his personal channel before we went to a pizza night at Sam's later. Well he was editing I was sitting in a chair beside him watching.

Suddenly the front door burst open and we heard Kat and Stas call for us. We looked at eachother and got up to go see what our crazy friends wanted.

When we got to the front room we saw the two girls as well as a third girl I had never seen before.

I watched as Colby looked at the girl standing infrontbof him for a moment before his face lit up like a Christmas tree. I blinked confused all three seemed to know this girl, but I thought I had met all of their friends...

As Kat and Stas left to "Give us some time." As they put it. I turned and watched as Colby's face lit up and he practically lunged forward and engulfed the girl in a massive hug.

We all went over to the couch and they started chatting.

aaaannnddd ttthhheeenn

proceeded to ignore me completely.

I blinked.

What the hell.

After about 5 minutes of being completely ignored i sighed softly and slipped out of the room and back to the ofice unnoticed by the love of my life.

I continued to edit and then upload the video so it would be on time for his fans to enjoy.

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!

2 Months, 8 whole weeks of everybody ignoring me.

It had taken a total of half an hour for the girl, I found out her name is Amber, to undo everything I had worked so hard to achieve. It took this women 30 minutes to undo the relationships I had worked 6 months on building.

She had turned them all on me.

She hated me and I didn't know why. After all I had never even seen this chick before.

To make matters worse I was fighting with my family back in Ireland and they were either ignoring me or fighting with me.

And

My world was falling apart.

I had returned to living in my own apartment full time. I barely saw my friends or boyfriend. I was miserable.

It was the three month mark of being completely isolated that THOSE thoughts came back.

Those thoughts that I had had when I was younger and would be bullied at school.

Those feelings that I couldn't tell my parents about because they had enough to worry about.

Those thoughts I couldn't talk to my siblings about because they didn't take it seriously and just didn't care.

The thoughts that were the reason for me always wearing long sleeves.

The thoughts nobody knew about.

Those thoughts came back and with them the urge to cut.

The urge to draw pictures and patterns on my arms.

To paint my wrists in crimson.

I fought it for as long as I could.

I tried.

I really did.

I lost the fight when I saw an Instagram post of Amber draped over Colby on Sam's couch at a pizza night, I broke down.

I sat on my bathroom tiles watching the ruby red liquid dripping from my right arm as I dragged the blade along it.

I watched not really even there anymore as the bright red liquid ran down my arm and the walls I had once built up, the walls that had taken so long to come down, slowly started to build themselves up again.

I could hear my phone ding in my room.

I ignored it.

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Sam's P.O.V.

I feel really bad, everybody has been so busy with having Amber around that we've all sorta been ignoring Y/N.

I've been trying to get in contact with her for days. From sending her texts, to knocking on her door. I haven't received any answer from her at all and quite frankly I'm worried about her.

I can see Colby is too but Amber had been so clingy to him since she came back it's weird.

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I decided to get Colby away from Amber long enough for him to go and check on his girl.

Kat and I knock on the front door and hear a "come in" so I open the door and we went in.

"Hey guys. I just wanted to see if Amber wants to come shopping with me? Kat asked.

"Sure." Amber says happily.

"Great while you girls do that we're gonna film a video for the channel." I say as they walk out and wave goodbye.

I hear a soft sigh of relief from beside me as the door closes.

"Don't relax too much brother you need to go talk to your girl I'm worried about her. When was the last time you spoke to her?" I asked.

"Not for a couple weeks." He answered getting up and walking towards the door.

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Colby's P.O.V.

I went down to Y/Ns apartment and knocked softly I received no answer and I felt even more guilty. She always answered the door

I used the spare key she gave me and went in. I was met with pure silence. I called her name but got no answer.

I started looking around. I finally got to her room and found her curled up in her bed. My heart broke as I heard soft sniffles.

I walked over and sat on the side of the bed. I tried to touch her but she fliched away and my heart broke even more.

"Hey Princess." Even to my own ears my voice sounded rough. When she looked up at me I had to hold back tears at the utter pain and heart ache I saw in those normally warm brown eyes.

I had done this.

I had let another girl get between me and the love of my life.

I had hurt her so unbelievably much.

She only looked up at me. She didn't say any thing. I noticed the pain in her eyes, her paler than normal skin and her bloodshot and puffy eyes, she was trying to hide it under the hood of my pink koala hoodie that she was wearing but I could see it.

I sighed softly and leaned over her again. I slowly took her hand out from under the blankets but she pulled it away from me.

That's when I noticed that there was a bandage sticking out from under her hoodie, not only that but she had lost weight and also looked absolutely exhausted.

"Oh baby" i sighed softly I could see tears in her eyes and I immediately pulled her to my chest, I was fully expecting her to push me away after the way I had treated her over the last couple months and her pulling her hand away, but to my surprise she didn't she buried her face in the crook of my neck and she sobbed. I tightened my hold on her and whispered apologies in her ear along with the odd I love you every once in a while.

When she calmed down a bit I looked down at her, she had her eyes closed but I knew she was still awake.

"How about you come lay in my apartment for a bit and get some sleep?" I asked softly, knowing that she slept better with me nearby, to which I received a tiny nod.

I smiled and picked her up bridal style, knowing I was the only one who could pick her up without getting smacked. We Trap boys had infact tested it. She had NOT been happy.

I carried her to my apartment where I wasn't surprised to see Sam was still there.

When I put her on the couch he went and hugged her whispering his apologies to his little sister in all but blood.

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Y/Ns P.O.V.

Its been a week, Colby and I had a long talk and everything had gone back to normal more or less and I was happy again. I got glared at by Amber every chance she got but other than that everything's back to normal and everybody has gone back to not ignoring me. I still have those thoughts sometimes but my friends and my boyfriend try their hardest to keep those thoughts out of my mind.

#sam golbach #sam and colby #colby brock #colby brock reader

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