#but dw I have a pg version

[maggiedanikka]

Superstar (Part 1)

Pairing: Rooster x f!reader, (blink and you'll miss it, unrequited) Hangman x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, good ending promise

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 19.7k (holy sh*t)

Summary:  “I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

OR 

Rooster is sure he's in love with this girl. Only problem is, he's never seen or face or know her name

No use of y/n

Based of off Superstar (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: It's me, Hi. This one shot is so freaking late y'all. In all honesty I started writing this August around the time I finished writing Naked, but life and school happened and now here we are. It felt amazing getting to stretch my writing skills again for anything other than research papers, and I'm on winter break so it seems as good a time as any. I'm not going to give anymore excuses, but I promise this is worth a read. This is the longest single piece of work I have ever written. It ended at 65 pages and almost 20k words in my drafts. Its so long that Tumblr won't let post the entire one shot in one post so im splitting it in two, but dw send part will be posted immediately after this is posted. I also didn't have anyone edit this, so I apologize for any grammatical errors (most likely tense consistency bcs i suck at those) I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it and I hope it tide y'all over until I can write the next chapter of Let Me Go. Here is Superstar.

Bradley Bradshaw’s voice was an enigma to you. How could anyone's voice be so hoarse and yet so strong?

As an air traffic controller for the Navy, you’ve heard every type of voice imaginable. The gruff demanding ones from the Air Boss, the shrill screams of pilots having to eject due to a bird strike, the quiet dulcet tones of a shy WSO, and everything in between. 

The first time you heard his voice through the comms, you weren’t exactly starstruck per se, just a bit thrown off.

“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off.” 

It’s not like you didn’t know who the pilots flying this mission were. Everyone in the goddamn Navy knew who they were, they were the best of the best. 

You even saw their pictures. And thought some of them were cute (especially the one rocking the Miami Vice Stache). But hearing their voices was different from reading their files.

Though most of the details of the mission were classified, you had a basic idea and knew that there was a good chance that someone wasn’t coming home. 

“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off”

The voice repeated. You snapped out of your thoughts, the voice was smooth as honey and it had just a hint of fear but yet so heavily determined. Your heart really went out to the poor pilot. 

“Dagger 2, you’re clear for take off.” You said, trying to convey as much sympathy as you could in those words. 

The actual mission itself didn’t last longer than 3 minutes. Working for the navy, you should’ve been used to the high stakes situations that often go hand in hand with these kinds of assignments. But you couldn’t help but sit on the edge of your seat during the duration of the mission.

There were a few initial hiccups, you felt like you were watching a movie as you listened to the daggers communicate with one another. Their nervousness (and to be honest your own) upon seeing the SAMs and your both concern and irritation at Lieutenant Bradshaw’s cautiousness. 

Yes, his by the book and precise flying is part of the reason why he was considered one of the best, but if he didn’t throw that shit out of the window and speed up he will end up getting himself killed. And even though you didn’t necessarily know him, this possibility filled your body with so much dread.

You felt relieved (well only slightly, they hadn’t made it out of the woods just yet) when Rooster finally got out of his own head and sped up. The two miracles were successfully pulled off and the 4 jets had made it past Coffin Corner. Now it was a dogfight all the way home.

You commended just how level headed and pragmatic the pilots were as they evaded the SAMs and attacks that were thrusted upon them. You knew if you were in the same situation you would’ve panicked and blown up by now. Your admiration was interrupted by the mayday call of Captain Mitchell.

A heavy tension set in the control room, everyone was shocked at what just transpired. It was interrupted by the voices of the other daggers. Notably Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace. 

Phoenix had announced that she and Lieutenant Floyd were heading back to home base, along with Payback and Fanboy. However, you were yet to hear confirmation from Rooster, with the last thing he said went along the lines of going after Maverick. 

You held your breath as you heard Admiral Simpson demanded his return. The control room was met with silence, and you knew exactly what he was going to do. 

It was less than 5 minutes when it was confirmed that Lieutenant Bradshaw’s plane had been shot down after attacking an enemy plane. His beacon went dark. 

Lieutenant Seresin requested clearance for take off but was rebuffed by the Air Boss. You had to take everything in you to not shed a tear.

A thick silence fell over the entire ship. The mission was technically a success but you wouldn’t be able to tell based on the solemn look on everyone’s faces. 

Even after the remaining daggers returned on the ship, no one wanted to leave the control room. The entire ship was at a standstill. 

That was until a beacon marked “Rooster” started beeping on the screen. 

No it couldn’t be.

“Sir, Rooster has gone supersonic.” You told Admiral Simpson with a gulp, trying to contain your hope. 

“An F-14 tomcat has been spotted sir.” Another ATC announced. 

“Maverick.” You heard someone say, not sure who but you did not care at that point. What’s important is that they were alive!

But it was not time to celebrate just yet. Two bogies were spotted alongside the F-14 Tomcat. And everyone knew this meant a dogfight was about to commence. 

The situation looked more and more grim. An ancient F-14 against Fifth Gens? It was unlikely for the two pilots to make it out unscathed yet alone alive.

But by some grace of God (or possibly Maverick’s unbeatable skill, probably both) they managed to take down two bogies. 

Rooster managed to turn on the plane’s radio to contact the ship. You felt relief which was instantly thwarted by the news that there was still one Fifth Gen, directly in front of the plane. 

You knew they needed help. You looked at Admiral Simpson desperately, hoping that he would allow the Reserve Dagger to go assist. But Cyclone seemed frozen and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.

“Dagger Reserve, are you ready for liftoff?” You spoke into the mic, the other people in the control room looked at you in shock.

“Finally!” The elated voice of Hangman came through the comms.

Admiral Simpson shot you a hard glare, if only looks could kill, you’d probably be as screwed as Maverick and Rooster. But you knew you had to do something. 

“Yes this is Dagger Reserve asking clearance for takeoff.” 

“Dagger Reserve, you are clear for takeoff. Bring our boys home.” You said with a small smile, if you get fired and discharged, possibly thrown into the ocean it’ll be worth it knowing what you did to save the aviators.

Hangman shot down the Fifth Gen with ease, earning him his second confirmed air combat kill. You knew that the other pilots would never hear the end of it. But all you cared about is he saved HIM.

Rooster’s laugh and banter with Hangman might’ve been the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard. 

Seeing him on the tarmac reunited with the rest of his team had to be one of the highlights of your career with the Navy, if this was the last moment you had in the branch then you were perfectly content. 

“What you did was reckless insubordination! If there was another fifth Gen out there, we would’ve lost 3 of our best pilots and 2 planes worth millions of dollars!” Admiral Simpson had chastised you. 

“I have half a mind to dishonorably discharge you!” You 're ready to accept your punishment with grace. You were however surprised at his next words 

“But your actions saved 2 of our men.” He added with a gulp.

“You are clear from punishment, but DO NOT make this a habit!”

“Yes sir.” You told him with a steady voice.

“Thank you sir.”

“You are dismissed, go join the rest of the fleet.” He told you.

You ran down to celebrate the returning pilots, but so was everyone else. You could only see a glimpse of Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Bradshaw past the dozens of bodies approaching to greet them. 

But even from where you were standing you could see the beaming smile and bright eyes of the mustached pilot. And from that exact moment you knew you were a goner. 

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Next time you heard his voice was a few weeks post mission. Apparently he accepted a post to teach at Top Gun. 

You were decently shocked to learn that the team assembled for the mission decided to stay in Miramar. Especially since they basically got their pick of post anywhere in the world. 

But you figured Lieutenant Bradshaw, or rather Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw (remembering his promotion), decided to stay because of his recent reconciliation with Captain Mitchell. 

“This is Rooster asking for clearance for takeoff.” He said through the comms.

“You’re still here?” Shit. You did not mean to say that out loud. 

You heard back a chuckle from the pilot.

“Yes, I decided to stick around Fightertown for a little while.”

“Sorry sir.” You replied grateful that he couldn’t see the blush that was forming on your cheeks. 

“You are clear for takeoff.”

“Thanks sweetheart. Roger that.” You felt your cheeks grow hotter as he took off into the air. 

“ATC you still there?” He asked you once he was at cruising altitude. 

“Yes Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I am still here.” Hoping that he forgot your earlier words and needed something official. 

“Any reason why you were shocked at my staying?” He asked you.

You gulped at his question. Was this allowed? You’ve never had a pilot ask you a question before that didn’t pertain to instructions, both on the ground and in the air. 

After a breath you answered his question.

“I heard about your promotion, and the offer to be posted anywhere in the world. Just surprised you chose to stay here.”

“Sometimes a family is worth more than any accolade or prestigious post.” He told you. You could tell he really cared about Maverick, but was not sure about the history of that. 

Would asking him be crossing a line?

“Why do you stay in fightertown?” He asks you.

“Not for anything as noble as your reason Lieutenant Commander, just an assigned post.” 

“Well I hope you’re liking Miramar. Actually grew up here.” You were surprised that he was still speaking to you, considering he was in the sky for a reason, and normally pilots didn’t maintain this much conversation with Air Traffic Control.

“I really like it so far, having some trouble with making friends though.” You don’t know why you admitted this to him, especially through comms that other people are definitely listening in to. And especially to a Naval hero who definitely would have no interest in the life of a lowly ATC. 

“Well, consider me your first friend sweetheart.” He responded and he actually sounded genuine. You couldn’t help but smile at the aviator's words.

You were about to respond when you were interrupted by Hangman through the comms. 

“Usually I would encourage this, but you can flirt later, Rooster, we gotta shoot down Mav.”

Your little bubble had been burst as you remembered why you had to clear him for takeoff earlier.

“That’s my cue, talk to you later, friend.”

“Have a good exercise Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You respond with a smile you know he’d never see. 

Your shift ended before they finished their exercise, so you didn’t get to give Rooster clearance to land (or maybe you just hoped to speak to him again). But from what you heard, it was the closest the team got to finally shooting down the infamous Captain. 

You knew that one day they could surpass the pilot, but you were glad that they were able to learn and grow (and stay) a little longer at Top Gun.

In an effort to make more friends you agreed to go out with some of your fellow ATCs that night. Which is how you ended up in a bar on the beach called ‘the Hard Deck’.

Your co-workers were nice enough, and you were honestly glad that you weren’t spending another night with a plate of pad Thai watching yet another crappy Netflix rom-com. 

Imagine your surprise when Rooster and his crew of pilots walked into the very same bar. They went straight to the pool tables and were currently arguing over who got to play first. 

“God definitely has favorites, because they are so fine.” Your co-worker Laura sighs. 

“I wanna climb Seresin like a tree.” She adds.

“I’m more of a Coyote and Payback kind of gal.” Your other co-worker Sara remarked. 

“But I wouldn’t kick Fanboy or Bob out of bed, they look like they know some tricks.” 

She said as she took another drink of her martini. You agreed with their judgements but couldn’t help but only have eyes for one of the pilots.

“Good choice.” Your other co-worker Lia tells you after following your gaze. 

“Bradshaw definitely takes the cake.” 

You blush upon being caught staring at Rooster. 

All your co-workers nodded in agreement with Lia. 

“He’s not as pretty as Hangman but he’s somehow more fuckable.” Laura comments. 

You couldn’t help but feel possessive as the other women also stared at Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw with hungry eyes. 

But it’s not like you had any right to that feeling, he wasn’t yours, he didn’t even know who you were. 

The conversation moved on to other topics, it could’ve been anything from the weather or the latest Naval gossip but you were only half paying attention. You were honestly just glad that they were done ogling a certain pilot. 

You really liked the Hard Deck. It was now clear that it was a Navy spot and it was really cool to see the usually serious people from work loosened up in civilian clothes. 

The night was bustling and while you were glad for some company, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. All these women knew each other and had all these little jokes with one another, and you were an outsider that had a bit of a neurotic streak.

You were wondering if this was a pity invite, and you were slowly leaning to a yes but you were already here, might as well make the best of it.

You prepared yourself to jump back into the conversation, when the music from the jukebox had abruptly stopped. And while the men booed, you saw that the women all stopped and stared at the piano. Or rather the person at the piano. 

Lo and behold, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was seated at the decades old instrument, his fingers expertly playing an old Elton John hit. Of course he would have an affinity for the 80s, as shown by his mustache.

If you thought his speaking voice was beautiful, his singing voice was downright heavenly. He had this low tenor that was so strong and made “I’m still standing” sound sensual. How is that even possible?

Obviously you weren’t the only person that thought so, you saw women dancing in front of him, singing along and obviously trying to get his attention. 

For the other women (and some men) that weren’t, were singing along and staring, were all bewitched at the pilot’s skill. And really, who could blame them?

He had this air of confidence that even the cockiest of pilots could never compete with, he was a superstar. In the air and the ground. 

When he (sadly) finished his song, the entire bar cheered and chanted his name. He did a silly dance and seemed to have no care in the world.

You couldn’t help but fall for him a little more. 

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“This is Rooster, in the air calling for Air Traffic Control.”

You just started your shift less than 2 minutes ago and did not know that Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was already in the air.

“This is Air Traffic Control, what do you need, Lieutenant Commander?” You ansered, trying to keep your voice calm, hoping your little crush on the aviator wouldn’t show in your voice. 

“It’s you!” Rooster exclaimed.

“I’m not sure what you mean sir?”

“You’re the ATC from the other day? The one that agreed to be my friend.”

A blush crept onto your face, you were surprised he remembered your interaction. 

“Um yes sir.” 

“You got off the comm lines so quickly the other day. I didn’t get to invite you to hang out with me and meet some other new friends at the Hard Deck.” 

Your heart grew warm. He was serious? He wasn’t just trying to be polite?

“I was at the Hard Deck sir. Saw you there with your squadron.”

“Oh shit, really? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Seemed rude to just insert myself, sir.”

“Plus you seemed preoccupied with your adoring fans.” You said with a giggle. 

“It was an amazing performance.”

“Oh yeah? Are you a fan?” You heard him ask, already seeing his smirk in your mind. 

“Oh yeah definitely! Consider me the president of the fan club sir.” You quipped. 

“So what does the role of “president” entail?” 

“You know, make t-shirts, teach the Rooster 101 class, and of course host the weekly meeting where we talk about how hot and talented Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw is.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

Your face grew warm in response, and cursed yourself for accidentally flirting nonsensically. And prayed to whatever higher power that no one was currently listening to the comm line. 

“Oh um-.” You began to respond.

“No! Sir-…um I just…”

“You know it’s frowned upon to lie to your superiors.” He said in a serious tone.

“Oh no I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“

“ATC….”He interrupts, with an inflection at the end of the last letter 

“Yes I think you’re hot Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw” You confessed with a gulp.

He let out a hearty chuckle.

You were completely mortified and you don’t think your face has ever been this hot before. If you thought you didn’t have a chance before, more so now. You were debating whether you should disconnect now and go back to your job (I mean this is technically your job, but not the flirting part). 

You were broken out of your inner debate by Rooster

“Thanks sweetheart.”

“You know you don’t have to keep calling me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw right?”

“You can call me Rooster.”

You were thankful for the subject change. 

“Okay Lieutenant Comma-“

“Sorry, okay….Rooster.”

“Now that’s better.” He said with a slight laugh, you could already see his dazzling smile now.

“How about you ATC? What should I call you?”

“Oh you can call me-“ you began to say.

“This is Lieutenant Finch asking for clearance for takeoff.” You were cut off by the comm.

You sighed, back to real life. 

“I’m sorry Rooster, I got to go back to duty.”

You cut off the comm lines before he could respond.

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Next time you saw him, he was walking down a hallway with Lieutenant Commander Trace by his side. He was talking so animatedly, his hands waving around as he delivered his point.

It sounded like he was gushing about a tail spin maneuver that Maverick pulled off, and god he’s so beautiful. When he speaks it’s like you couldn’t help but listen. Hell! you bet a reading of the F-18 NATOPS would sound like absolute sin coming from his mouth. 

You were so caught up in his voice that you didn’t notice how close you were to passing him.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as your shoulders brushed against his as you walked in the opposite direction. Even through your thick khakis, you can feel how muscular his shoulders were. Damn this man works out.

“Oops sorry ma’am” he stopped and turned to you. His eyes were concerned that he hurt you from a measly bump. This man could not be real.

“I didn't mean to bump you. And as put together as I seem to be, I am actually a huge klutz and a hazard to pretty girls.” He said with a chuckle and a wink.

You tried to respond to him, but only a squeak managed to leave your mouth. Starstruck that he’s speaking to you for the first time, not through a comm line. 

Wait and he called you pretty! You were now fighting a blush creeping on your cheeks. But to the two aviators it looked like you were not amused 

“Stop bothering her Rooster, she obviously has places to be.” Phoenix chastises him.

“I apologize for my bothersome friend.” She turned to say to you. And all your pathetic shy ass can do is nod.

“See you around! And sorry again!” Rooster says once more as Lieutenant Trace pulls him away and down the hallway. 

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Okay, you were not doing this on purpose, well sorta. Sometimes in the midst of your constant daydreaming, your subconscious kinda just takes the reins and dictates your actions. 

Which is how you found yourself coincidentally choosing a work schedule that lined up the most perfectly with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s flying times.

You hoped for another conversation with Rooster, hoping to redeem yourself from your words (or rather lack thereof) during the hallway debacle.

 But the Lieutenant Commander seemed very focused on the exercise that they’ve been working on for the past week and has not been speaking to you as much as of late.

You were of course sad, and you felt a pit in your stomach grow larger and larger each passing day that your conversations started and ended with “you’re cleared for takeoff”.

You almost wish that your stupid infatuation would go away so that you didn’t feel yourself crushed at the end of every single work day. 

But you would catch a glimpse of his smile on the tarmac and your heart would fill with so much longing once again. 

It had been almost a week since your last true interaction with the aviator, you were beyond pathetic at this point. 

At last, he finally called in after he was in the sky. 

“Is the president of my fan club there?” He called into the comms. 

Was he talking about you? I mean who else would he be talking about considering the topic of your conversation last time. 

Unless he talks to all the ATCs like this, flirting with them until they become flustered and red as a tomato. He’s probably done this with Sara, or Laura or even both! The thought filled your stomach with dread. Should you stay silent and pretend you didn’t hear him? Or maybe he actually needs something, it would be unprofessional of you to not help your superior or maybe-

“I know you’re there, I can hear you thinking”  

Rooster has a habit of breaking you out of your anxiety induced thoughts.

“Are you calling for me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

You heard him clear his throat, expectant.

“Oh I’m sorry, Rooster.” You corrected yourself.

“That’s better” He said with a chuckle. 

“Sorry I’ve been radio silent the past week sweetheart, have had a lot on my mind.” 

“You don’t have to apologize to me! You’re one of the greatest pilots in the world, no need to worry about me.” You assured him, and maybe you were a bit self-deprecating but it was true. 

“No need for all of that ATC, I’m just a guy in a plane. And were friends, remember?  It’s not fair of me to leave you in the dark.” 

Damn. AND he's humble? How can this man be anymore perfect?

“ Thank you Rooster.” You replied with a small smile.

“Sorry again for going ghost, this is a bit of a hard week for me” He continued.

In any normal circumstance, asking for elaboration would seem like prying, but your conversations with the Lieutenant commander have been less than normal as of late. You still had no clue where you got the courage to ask.

“Oh, why is that?”

“Wanna know all my secrets already sweetheart?” 

He somehow managed to avoid the question AND make you flustered. He’s good.

“How about I let you know my stories over dinner?”

You just felt your heart jump out of your chest and into another dimension. There’s no way THE Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you out. 

This had to be some kind of game, one that he’s no doubt played a million times before. Rooster had no shortage of women who wanted him and the fact that he’s asking you out of all people was unbelievable. There was no way. 

“Um like a date?” You ask him nervously.

He chuckles at your response, amused at your edginess. But to you it sounded like the thunderclap before the lightning strike of rejection. 

You just wished he’d get on with it. Hoping he lets you down easy so you can move on from this crush and actually do your job.

“What else would I mean?” He finally responded.

Your entire body felt like a cracked glow stick. You felt bright and overheated, but also cold as ice as you’ve somehow lost feeling in your extremities.

So he was asking you out! You were determined to apologize for every time you’ve said God’s name in vain because if Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you on a date, then there is no doubt that the higher power was real. 

But the reality of the situation had set in. If he was this quick to ask you out despite not knowing your name, or what you look like. What’s stopping him from changing his mind and moving on to the next ATC or bartender or crossing guard who gave him admiring attention just as quickly?

You came to a swift realization.

It was against your nature and your better judgment, as your heart was beating out the seams to say yes to Rooster’s invitation. But you had to be smart about this.

You had to play the game.

“I’m gonna have to say no sir.”  

You can feel the regret setting in already.

“Wow, I think that’s the first no I’ve gotten in…. That might be the first no I’ve ever gotten.”

Great, now you’ve bruised his ego, you had no idea if this tactic was working for or against you.

“Well, I think dinner might be a little further down the line, that’s if you think you can handle it?” You somehow gathered enough courage to (fake) confidently challenge Rooster.

“Oh is that so?” You can hear the intrigue in his voice through the line. 

“How about a phone number?” He offers amused

“Hmm… maybe THAT  I can agree with.” You responded matching his playful tone.

“In one condition.” 

“Oh yeah? And what is that sweetheart?” 

“Shoot down Maverick in the drill today.”

“Is that it? I can do that, easy.” There was the cockiness the top gun pilots were famous for.

“That’s funny, considering you haven’t been able to do it in the past 3 weeks.” You jested.

“Ouch, first you reject my invitation, and now you insult my skill? Way to kick a man while he’s already down sweetheart.” He grimaced playfully.

“Gotta give you some kind of challenge sir.” You couldn't hold back the giggle forming in your throat. 

“Okay deal, anything to hear that laugh again, outside of these comm lines.” He chuckled.

Oh shit. You completely forgot that you are flirting with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw though a military operated and very public comm line.

“I was wondering when the two of were going to remember the rest of us can hear EVERYTHING.” You heard the voice of Lieutenant Commander Seresin chortle.

You felt your ears burn red in embarrassment. 

“Getting rejected over comms Bradley? And here I thought you had game.” Captain Mitchell added. Both of them were laughing at their fellow aviator. 

“See what I mean sweetheart? I promise I’m a much better conversationalist when these assholes aren’t around.” Bradley insulted the other two pilots. 

“Don’t listen to him ATC, I’ve known him since he was still in diapers , and I promise you, this is as good as he’s gonna get.” Captain Mitchell remarked to you. 

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on him for you either.” He added jokingly. 

“Trust me Captain Mitchell, I’m counting on it.” You replied with equal fervor. Maverick responded with a playful tone.

“Sounds good ma’am, hope I don’t disappoint .”

“I’m going to get into position, You two can join me once Bradley is done with his disastrous flirting.” He added before going radio silent, lifting his jet to prepare for the dogfight. 

“Hypothetically, if I shoot down Mav, do I get your number?” Hangman teased. 

“Walk the walk first, and maybe I’ll consider it.” You quipped, but you knew that the only aviator you’d want to give your number to was Rooster. 

“Good enough for me.” Hangman replied. 

“Watch me beat you Rooster, in the drill and with the girl.” Hangman chuckled playfully before going radio silent, presumably getting into position.

“Double timing me with Hangman sweetheart? Now thats a killing blow.” Rooster smiled, slightly annoyed at your flirtatious exchange with Seresin but happy that it was just the two of you once again. 

“You know how bumptious Lieutenant Commander Seresin can be. I just said it to get rid of him.” You explained. 

“Now for you, I am completely serious. Shoot down Mav and you got yourself a phone number.”

“Yours right?” He asked.

You let out a hearty laugh, one that had caused the other ATC’s currently in the control tower to look at you with concerned expressions. 

“Yes. Mine.”

“You never know, you could very well give me Admiral Bates’ number. I just wanted to make sure.” He replied.

“Plus its always a bonus to hear you laugh.”

This man never seemed to run out of lines. You had to hold yourself back from melting into a puddle in your seat.

“Well lets see what you got then Lieutenant Commander.” Was the last thing you said as he finally went back up to position. 

As much as you wanted to stay tuned into the dogfight like you were a suburban dad cheering on their favorite football team, you did actually have a job to do. 

You were in the middle of analyzing flight patterns and putting together a presentation for your co-workers when you heard the sudden call on your headset.

“Hello, this is air traffic control.”

You were greeted with a loud thunderous cheer. 

“I did it ATC! I shot down Mav.” Rooster howled.

“Is this true Lieutenant Commander Seresin?” You asked Hangman.

“As much as I tried to sabotage him, yes Rooster did somehow managed to shoot down the old-timer.” Hangman confirmed with a groan.

Shit. Now you have to actually give your number to Rooster.

“Soooo ATC, I’m waiting for the magic numbers.” You could already see the victory smirk on his face. 

“Ughhh fine a deal is a deal. But I am not going to give out my private phone number on a monitored line. I’m just gonna have to get it to you another way.”

“Okay fair enough. How are you gonna do that?” Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw queried. 

“Don’t worry about it, just know you’ll get it.”

“Or you know you can just give it to me face to fa-.”

“Goodbye Rooster.” You interrupted and dropped the line before he could continue. 

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You honestly did not know how you were going to get your number to Rooster. You wouldn’t dare to see him face to face. He’ll take one look at you and know that you were nothing special and he’d lose interest. The only reason he was this enthralled was because you were a mystery to him. 

You could always go back on your deal and tell him you were kidding about the number, but you knew that was an asshole move and you were not the type to break agreements. You had to figure out how to get that number to him without him seeing you. 

At least then you can speak to him and possibly flirt with him for a little longer before he inevitably loses interest..

You were sat in the comm tower, your head resting on the back of your hand, watching Rooster joke around with Mav and Hangman down in the tarmac beside their F-18s. Even from all the way up here you can see how bright his smile was. He was so beautiful. 

You were snapped out of your admiration by the three aviators walking off the tarmac, probably to rest and sit with the other pilots in the hangar. You saw your window of opportunity, in the form of (no pun intended) Rooster’s open canopy on his jet. 

If you could sneak down there and place a piece of paper with your number on his dash then you would have fulfilled your side of the deal. 

If anyone were to ask, you were not a stalker, you were just very observant, especially if you’ve been watching these pilots for the better part of the last few weeks and knew that they were going to spend at least the next 15 minutes in the hangar until they returned to the tarmac. You had to make your move NOW.

You scribbled your number onto a piece of discarded paper.

“I’m taking a 10!” You announced to the control room before running out clutching the note to your chest. 

You quickly ran down from the tower and quickly onto the tarmac, making sure to duck and turn your head away as you passed the hangar (just in case). 

You couldn’t remember the last time you ran this fast, probably not since basic training. You quickly manuevered around all the F-18s until you reached the one marked with the label LCDR Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”. You’ve never seen his jet this up close, you wanted desperately to run your hand through the marking of his name, to touch something that he has. 

No. You have to remember you’re here on a time-constrained mission, and you had to get out of here not only  before the pilots come out, but also before anyone in the comm tower can spot you down here. 

You quickly flung yourself up the ladder up to cockpit of the jet and trying to place the piece of paper as rapidly and as gently as you could on the dash. When you finally let go of the paper and saw that it was securely in place, you hopped off the tiny ass ladder and started to speed walk back to the direction of the comm tower. 

Your heart was beating a million times per minute and you did it without anyone seeing you. You could see the door to the tower in the distance, and were beelining towards it. That’s until you heard a clear 

“HEY!” Coming from behind you. 

You turned around and were greeted by the suspect face of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He was standing probably a good 25 feet away and slowly walking towards you.

“Who are you? What are doing down here?” 

You had to think of an excuse fast, with as little words spoken as possible. You couldn’t risk him recognizing your voice and telling Rooster. Then all of this would be over too soon. 

“Just routine inspection!” You tell him, making your voice higher and hopefully indiscernible from your normal speaking voice. 

“Goodbye!” You waved at him before sprinting away and around the tower so he couldn’t see that you were going into the comm room. 

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As much as you'd like to think that you successfully made it down and back from the tarmac completely undetected, you knew that running into Hangman could’ve ended disastrously. You needed to learn to be more careful especially now that your number could possibly already be in Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s possession. Which means you have to commit to this game. 

You put your number in his plane almost 11 hours ago and even though the work day has long ended, and you knew that the pilots leave together at around 5pm and would inevitably end up at the Hard Deck for a few hours. 

However it is now nearing 11pm and you still had no notification from anyone other than your mom. No texts, no calls, just email alerts and a few instagram DMs from some old high school friends. 

You sighed as you stared at the clock. Maybe he didn’t see the paper? Or he’s still at the Hard Deck?

You knew neither was unlikely because the dagger squad flew out and ran a few more drills later in the day so was in his jet and all the Navy men (or rather the disciplined ones) promptly left the bar at 10pm to prepare for their early work days. 

He could’ve and should’ve contacted you by now.

But what did you really expect? That he was going to drop everything and call a random ATC that he had a few indecorous conversations with. 

You definitely let this fake confidence build up too much in your head. You had to remember your place. Because who are you other than just a girl, when he was one of the superstar’s of the Navy? The frontliner and the apple of all the admirals’ eyes. 

You see the clock flashing 11:15pm and you had a shift early in the morning. There was no use continuing to feel sorry for yourself. Some sleep would do you some good, and hopefully avoid the waterworks that would inevitably come.

You were well on your way to slipping into a deep slumber when you heard the loud text tone originating from your phone. 

Unknown Number: Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you today sweetheart. I hope I get the chance soon. Sweet dreams :) 

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There must have been some sickness barreling through the base because the normally filled comm room was empty except for you manning the main desk. 

Being solo wasn’t too bad, as there weren’t too many pilots scheduled to fly today.

Of course one of them being Rooster. 

“Miramar Tower, F/A-18E Super Hornet , 10 southwest at 2,500, inbound for landing “ 

Speak of the devil, and he shall come

“F/A-18E Super Hornet , Miramar Tower, report entering left downwind Runway 24R.” You responded, keeping yourself professional despite feeling the butterflies in your stomach beating your ass upon hearing his voice.

“Report entering left downwind, F/A-18E Super Hornet . . . . “ He responded before adding

“F/A-18E Super Hornet entering left downwind Runway 24R.”

He was all business today, with absolutely no hint of the usual playfulness in his voice. 

“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, you are cleared to land Runway 24R.”

He let out a slight growl, one you would miss if you weren’t listening so intently.

He hesitated for a moment before finally responding. 

“Cleared to land Runway 24R, F/A-18E Super Hornet “ 

You saw his jet successfully land and reached for the button to disconnect when you heard Rooster’s voice flood your headphones once again.

“Do you remember what I said about calling me ‘Lieutenant Commander’ sweetheart?” He asks steely.

Fuck, he sounds so sexy when he’s stern. No man’s voice has ever had this effect on you. 

“Yes sir, Rooster.” You said with a longing breath.

You curse yourself for being incapable of being subtle.

“Normally I would say no ‘sir’ just ‘Rooster’, but I’ll allow it. Only because it sounds so good coming from your mouth.”

Holy shit. And you thought you weren’t subtle, you were usually clueless when it came to men flirting but even you could read that loud and clear. 

“You sure you want to be hitting on me over comms SIR?” you said purring 

“Would you rather me come up there sweetheart? So I can do it face-to-face” He said with the same gruffness. You can see him glancing up to the tower as he lifted his canopy and exited his plane.

“I dare you Lieutenant Commander.” You replied matching his salacious tone. 

“Gonna have to teach you a lesson don’t I?.” The connection cuts off as he removes his helmet and rushes up to the tower. 

You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pounding heartbeat, there is no way you just invited Rooster up to the comm room. 

It couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes when you heard the door burst open and saw Rooster enter, his skin still glistening from sweating under the California sun. 

He looked like a Greek god, and you had to stop your jaw from physically dropping at the sight of him. 

“Finally done hiding from me sweetheart?” He greeted you teasingly. 

You slowly approached one another. You opened your mouth to respond with a flirty response but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat. 

You didn’t even notice how close you were to him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body. You were staring straight ahead and avoiding his gaze. Choosing to maintain eye contact with the lowered zipper of his flight suit. Giving you a glimpse of the hard planes of his chest underneath. 

Your breath hitched as you felt him grab you by the waist and pull you bodies together. His hands felt so hot on your body and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look up into his gaze.

That is until he placed a hand on your chin and gently pulled it up to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you’re all shy now sweetheart?” He said with a smirk and he tugged your bodies closer. 

“Where’s all that talk from earlier?” He whispered as he kissed the skin beneath your ear, before moving his lips to your jaw and leaving soft caressing kisses trailing down your jaw, down to where your neck meets your collarbone

Okay, you have definitely lost the ability to breathe, let alone to speak several moments ago. If he wasn’t currently holding you so tightly your legs would’ve given out from under you.

All you could feel was him and all your mind can think of is Rooster. Rooster. Rooster. 

He finally brought his head back up and stared at your lips. He licked his before he finally closed the distance between you and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You woke up in your bed in a cold sweat. 

Holy shit, it was just a dream. It felt so real. 

You could’ve sworn you could still feel his hand gripping on your waist and his hot breath on your ear. 

You glanced at your alarm clock to see that you overslept by 30 minutes! 

You quickly got up and got ready, you swear to God you had never gotten ready faster in your life. But you still managed to be 15 minutes late. 

Your supervisor was not happy. But you were normally punctual so they allowed you this one oversight. As long as you swore to never repeat it again. 

You finally caught your breath and settled in your station. You were relieved that you didn’t miss too much. 

But since you were late Rooster was assigned to a different ATC on his flight plan for the day. 

This did make you sad but in a way maybe it was necessary for today. 

First because you could not possibly hold a conversation with him after the erotic dream that you still hadn't physically recovered from, and second because you were actually becoming pathetic.

You had set 4 simple rules for yourself when you joined the Navy

Stay Focused

Always be punctual

Sleep early to be well rested, and most importantly

Do not get involved with Navy men. 

You somehow managed to break all rules in the last few weeks. 

You had a wet dream that caused you to break your perfect punctuality streak. A dream that was about a certain pilot that caused you to stay up late and has spent the better part of a month distracting you.

For the lack of better phrasing, you really needed to get your shit together.

But when you stepped into the mess hall after a fairly productive half of a day, and saw his face, you remembered just why you were so enamored. 

A smile from him was worth breaking the rules you set for yourself. 

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You were probably home for less than 10 minutes when you heard the text notification coming from the living room.

You wiped your hands on a dish rag and walked out of the kitchen to grab your phone, which you almost dropped upon seeing who the text came from. 

The text last night was completely unexpected and was definitely part of the reason why Rooster somehow made it into your dream. And even though you were half asleep at the time, you managed to save his number under “Rooster ✈️🐔”. 

Which is how you knew you were staring at a text from said aviator. 

Rooster ✈️🐔: Missed you today :(

You have been carefully analyzing the text for the last 30 seconds you laid eyes on it. He missed you??? What does that mean? He had your number for the better part of two days and he only managed to contact you when you were almost asleep, and after a day of ignoring him. 

Asking him what he meant would be too obvious and would make you come out as naïve. So you did what any rational woman with a crush would do. Deflect.

You: Do you have a problem with emojis or something?

Rooster ✈️🐔: Huh? What do you mean? 

You: I can’t remember the last time I saw someone use emoticons unironically. 

Rooster ✈️🐔: Are you making fun of me? I personally think emoticons are neat

Rooster ✈️🐔: And I don’t know how to download emojis :/

You felt like a schoolgirl as you felt your face break into a grin at his antics. 

You were formulating a reply when you were interrupted by the screen indicating an incoming call from Rooster ✈️🐔.

You stared at your phone in panic and let it continue to ring. Holy shit he was calling you. At least in text you can formulate a plan and have a carefully crafted response. You did not have that luxury with a voice call. 

But what are you going to do? Ignore it? 

You had to make a decision fast. Okay yes, it will be a little more nerve wracking to speak on a voice call but that's better than nothing right? And you spoke to him all the time over comms, even though technically it is different because those conversations can be hidden under the guise of carrying out your job and you did not have that safety net in this situation.

After a few seconds you thought “Fuck it” and pressed the green button. 

“Hi” You answered with a breath. 

“Oh thank god, you actually answered” He responded, teasing relief in his voice.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t?” You asked him as if it was the most outlandish thing in the world (even you were seriously debating it less than a minute ago). 

“Well lets look at the track record, you rejected my dinner invite, doubted my skill as a world class pilot, left me on read last night, and just made fun of my emoticons.”

“The signs were all pointing there.” 

You bursted out in laughter at his rantings.

“Wow! And now you’re laughing at my misery, a man just can’t win with you can they sweetheart?” He feigned hurt. 

“I’m sorry Lieutenant Commander, I didn’t realize it was so easy to hurt your feelings.” You teased him. 

“AND were back to Lieutenant Commander? You do not pull your punches, do you?”

“I’d like to think we’re past all those formalities, outside of work please call me Rooster, or rather yet, call me Bradley.” He asserted. 

“Sometimes I forget your full god given name is Bradley Bradshaw. Brad Brad. I’m making that your name on my phone” You continued to tease with a giggle.

“Did your parents know what they were subjecting you to?” 

“Ha Ha very funny, unfortunately they were the main ones who made the Brad Brad joke.” He admitted dejected. 

This caused you to laugh again.

“Hey this is not fair! I don’t even know your name to make fun of.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.

“You know I’m gonna find out your name eventually sweetheart, so why don’t you just give it up now?”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You wanted to finally tell him your name, you did. But that just opens a can of worms that would lead to reality, which you were not yet ready to face.

“I can’t call you ATC forever sweetheart..”

“Well.. what do you want to call me?” 

“Preferably your name?” He suggested.

“You only get one chance to choose so try again.” You warned. 

“And make it good”

“Okay fine I’ll bite.” He finally gave in.

“Lets see, what to call you….”

“Well you laugh a lot, and most of the time at me, so I think I want to use something related to that.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to make fun of.” You quipped.

“Fair enough. Just know I only let you because I actually like the sound of your laugh.”

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks again.

“Clock is ticking, and you’re wasting your time flirting. What is it gonna be?” You goaded him.

“Okay Okay, but don’t think I won’t continue later.”

“I have no doubt about it” 

“So something pertaining laughing…hmmm. Giggles?” 

“If you call me Giggles, I’m hanging up and blocking you.” You threaten him. 

He responded with his own laugh, and god if you didn’t love his as much as he claimed to like yours.

“Chuckles?”

“I prefered Giggles.” You grimaced

“Merry?” 

“Too Christmas-y”

“Chirpy?”

“That sounds like a name for a bird or something you’d call your grandma. How are you so bad at this?”

“I’m trying!”

“Try to pick something better than all of those please, and do it in the next 30 seconds or I revoke your naming permissions.”

“Fine…Okay! I got it!”

“Cloud!” 

“Cloud?” You asked

“Yes! Like flying on Cloud 9!”

His selection brought a smile to your face. You pretended to think on it.

“It’s acceptable.”

“Yes!” 

“See? I’m not completely useless, and it fits because I’m flying on Cloud 9 whenever I know you’re my ATC.”

His admission caused your breath to catch in your throat. He really did know how to make a girl feel special, even though you knew you had no actual chance with him in the real world.

“I bet you say that to all the ATCs.”

“Well they are responsible for making sure that I don’t crash into other planes on the runway. Gotta keep them happy somehow”

You laugh at his joke, but holding some sadness because even though he was joking, in a way it felt like it held some truth. 

“But seriously, you have no idea how much joy you brought me yesterday. Both with our conversation and seeing that you actually gave me your number. Which is why I was really sad that you weren’t my ATC today.” 

He sounded sincere, but you tried to keep yourself from taking his lines to heart. 

You smiled. 

“Speaking of your number, how the hell did you get that piece of paper into my dash?”

“There was no one else I saw near my jet except my squad and they were with me the entire time. When did you manage to do it?”

“A girl doesn’t reveal her secrets Rooster.” You jested

“Speaking of secrets, pray tell why it took you over twelve hours to use it?” You asked him, you had to know.

“Yeah, sorry about that late text sweetheart… I stayed out at the Hard Deck with Mav a little later than usual. It was my dad’s death anniversary and I honestly spent most of the day sulking and dreading leaving my apartment.”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You responded sympathetically, now feeling guilty at asking such an intrusive question. 

“No worries sweetheart, the minute I heard your voice on comms, it brightened my day, even more so when you gave me your number.”

“So thank you for the boost and the motivation to finally kick Mav’s ass in the sky.”

Your heart felt warm hearing that you had that effect on him, you woul’ve believed his words if you didn’t know better.

“You’re welcome Bradley.” You finally called him by his real first name, admittedly it felt right coming from your mouth.

You both sat in comfortable silence when you were interrupted by the smoke alarm in your kitchen. It hit you that your dinner was left on the stove forgetten during your conversation with Bradley.

“Oh shit, I’m pretty sure I just burnt my dinner. I gotta go before I set my entire apartment on fire.”

Bradley chuckled at your unintentional lapse of memory.

“Okay sweetheart I’ll talk to you soon.”

You ended the call. 

You managed to clear out the smoke out of your apartment, but unfortunately did not save your chicken. 

You had to settle for a frozen hot pocket that had been in your freezer for God know how long, but hey it did the job and beggars can’t be choosers. 

You felt the tiredness from the busy workday hit you and you decided it was a good idea to turn in early. You showered and finished your nighttime routine and settled into your bed with your phone on your nightstand.

Your phone flashed once again to signal a text. Apparently, Rooster had the same idea about an early night. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Goodnight Cloud <3 I’ll talk to you tomorrow

You: Goodnight Bradley :)

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You were honestly pleasantly surprised at how consistently you and Bradley communicated. 

It followed the same schedule. During the days, you were usually his ATC so he would of course flirt with you over comms, and you’d try to maintain come decorum of professionalism, but would eventually flirt black. Persistence is key and Bradley is nothing if not persistent. 

When he wasn’t in the air during work hours he would sneakily text you his little random thoughts he had during the day. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Have you ever noticed how small Hangman’s mouth is?

You: What?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No seriously look at it. His mouth is always scrunched up even when he smiles.

You: Why are you staring at Hangman’s mouth?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: We’ve been stuck in this meeting and he keeps chewing that stupid toothpick, its distracting.

You: Didn’t realize you had a thing for Seresin, Brad Brad? 🤔

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: ???????

You: You just said his mouth is distracting

You: Its okay Rooster, just say you wanna kiss him, the tension between you is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I don’t want to kiss Hangman >:( 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You wanna know who I do wanna kiss though? 

You: Let me guess…..

You: Bob! 

You: Or better yet, Cyclone 🤪

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No :(((

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I wanna kiss you

You: Let’s Play 8 Ball!

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ha ha you’re hilarious

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: If I beat you then can I get a kiss?

Read 2:13pm

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ouch :(

On weekday nights where he didn’t go to the Hard Deck, you would have your nightly phone call at 7:30pm sharp where you would both stay on the phone while you both cooked dinner. You would catch up on the little things during the day that you didn’t text about and just mostly got to know one another.

You can admit that yes, what initially drew you to Rooster was his beautiful smile and his skill as a pilot. But the more you spoke to him the more you saw not just Lieutenant Commander “Rooster” Bradshaw. But you also saw Bradley.

You quickly saw that he was kind, humble, and so caring of others. 

“Hey Cloud,  I’m sorry for calling you so late.” You noticed his tone was more solemn than usual and checked the time, it was nearing 8pm.

“It’s fine Bradley, you’re not that late.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Payback and Fanboy flew into a jetwash today….”

“They had to eject.” He answered dejectedly

“I heard about that. Are they okay?”

 Laura told you about the incident a little earlier, she was the ATC for the flight. The ear-splitting static that hit her headset after the aircraft collided with the ground was enough to shake even the most experienced ATC. So you couldn’t imagine being the pilot and the WSO in that situation. 

“They’re at the hospital overnight for observation. I stuck around to make sure they were okay.” 

It was very strange for you to hear Rooster so despondent. You knew he cared about his friends, and he would do anything for them, but it felt like there was more to the situation. 

“You’re very thoughtful for that Bradley.. I’m sure they appreciated it”

“It was my fault, Cloud.” he confessed. 

You were taken aback at his admittance, but you would’ve heard if there was someone that was directly responsible for the accident, it involved aircraft worth millions of dollars after all. 

“They flew into my jetwash.” 

“Bradley, that wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have controlled their flight path.” You tried to reassure him.

“But I shouldn’t have been so reckless!” He exclaimed. 

“If I wasn’t so busy trying to outdo Coyote, I wouldn’t have almost hit a bird strike and had to slow down, and they wouldn't have gotten caught in the wash.”

You didn’t want to tell him he was being irrational for blaming himself for a situation that was clearly out of his hands, you knew there was something more there. 

“But they’re fine right? Everyone is okay. No one was seriously hurt.” You explained to him.

“Yeah no one got hurt….THIS time.” 

His statement piqued your interest, you were getting somewhere.

“What do you mean?” 

He sighed, finally letting go of the pretenses. 

“That’s how my dad died.” He confessed.

In a way you knew about LTJG Nick Bradshaw and his untimely death during his Top Gun training, but none of the sordid details. It felt disrespectful to dig into Rooster’s family without him knowing. 

“Oh..” You couldn’t think of what to say. 

“He and Mav flew into a jetwash and when they ejected…my dad hit his head on the canopy. Dead on impact.”

You kicked yourself for thinking he was being irrational. Now all his self blame and his aversion to throwing caution to the wind while flying finally made sense. It also made his relationship with Maverick a lot clearer to you. 

On one hand, you were thrilled that he was confiding in you. But on the other hand you were also heartbroken for Bradley, he lost his dad so young and as much as you wanted to hug him, and let him cry on your shoulder, you couldn’t. 

“Were you close?” You settled on asking him. 

“We were, he’s the reason why I worked so hard to be where I am now.” He reminisced. 

“I’m sure he is very proud of you Bradley. You are not only an incredible pilot, you are also an selfless, caring, and incredible man.” You reminded him. 

“He would give all the credit to my mom.” He lightly chuckled. 

“She raised me alone after my dad died.”

“She never remarried?” You asked

“No, she said that dad was her soulmate. She would never find another man like him.”

You can tell how much love Bradley had for his parents, and the love they shared for one another. 

“It sounds like they were really in love.” You smiled 

“They were. My dad would always serenade my mom. He loved the 50s and the 60s so everytime he saw a piano he would wail out ‘Great Balls of Fire’ while my mom would act embarrassed, but she would eventually sit on his lap and sing along.” 

“That’s beautiful Brad, they really were soulmates.”

“I hope I can find a love like theirs someday.” You sighed dreamily. 

“Who knows? Maybe you already have.” He responds softly.

A comfortable silence settled between you for a few moments. 

“Hey Cloud”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for listening.”

“Anytime Bradley.”

You noticed that it was now getting late and exhaustion was starting to take over your body.

Bradley seemed to notice this as well.

“Do you think I can sing to you Cloud? Like my dad used to with my mom?” 

“I would love that Brad.” 

You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’.

And like that, there was no denying, that you’re falling even deeper.

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You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up. It has been months since you and Rooster started talking regularly and you couldn’t help falling in love with him a little more everyday. 

The problem is, you knew that his patience was wearing thin, as he was asking you more and more frequently when he can see you face to face or even know your real name.

You knew you owe him all of that, but how could you tell him? When you know in your heart that once he sees you and knows you. He would know you weren’t worth his time. 

That realization kills you because he means everything to you. You’ve shared your hobbies, your stories, your dreams with him. 

How can you go on living without him in your life once you know the feeling of him being there. 

He has planted himself a permanent spot in your heart, and once he’s gone, there will be a gaping hole left in his wake. 

He was being as kind and as patient with you as he could, but you couldn’t blame his growing anxiety about your identity. 

It also didn’t help that you were constantly under the scrutinous eyes of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. After he caught you on the Tarmac, he seemed very suspicious of you. Like he knew you were up to something but just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Luckily you’ve been able to fly under the radar around him. Yes he could be a little ignorant and too much of a flirt for his own good but he was smart as a whip and you knew that if anyone could figure out what you were doing it would be him. 

You were currently sat with ATCs in the mess hall, on the other side of the room from where the dagger squad has decided to congregate. You were trying to subtly sneak glances at Bradley. 

He looked particularly handsome today, his sandy hair was slicked back and his tanned skin glowing. He even had his signature Ray Ban Caravans on. You normally hate when people wear sunglasses indoors but he made it work without looking like an asshole. And it looks damn good on him. 

You sighed and as you moved your focus away to not arouse suspicion you noticed Hangman look at you with narrowed eyes. You pretended not to notice. 

Your attention was diverted by the vibration of you phone signaling a notification. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Is potato salad supposed to be green?

You smiled when you saw it was a text from Bradley

You: Depends, do you normally eat 2 week old potato salad?

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Mav said it was okay :(

You: Mav also thinks anything not cooked in a microwave is gourmet.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Okay fair, its going into the trash. 

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You know what is gourmet though? ;)

You: Mav

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Not funny :(

You tried to hold in your laughter to no avail and it was loud enough for the other ATC s to look at you in confusion. 

“Sorry, just saw a funny meme.” You explained, the ATCs accepted this explanation and went back to their previous activities. 

You looked up again to catch another glimpse at Rooster when you saw Hangman staring at your phone in your hand with wide eyes. Then looked down at Rooster also smiling down at his own phone, and then back at you. 

You could see the wheels in his head turning, and then he made a face that made it clear that he connected the dots. 

Oh shit. You had to get out of here.

You quickly packed up your food and sat up, not bothering to say goodbye to your fellow ATCs. 

You ran out the mess hall and down the hallway but before you could turn the corner a hand pulls you back. 

You are now face to face with Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He looked at you for a few seconds 

“You’re Air Traffic Control right?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes sir I am.” You said trying to disguise your voice the same as you did on the tarmac. 

“Don’t play games with me honey, I know that’s not your real voice.” You gulped 

He still had a grip on your arm so you couldn’t run even if you wanted to. Curse these Navy men and their workout routines. 

“Tell me your name, and that’s an order.” 

You were sweating under his gaze, you’ve never felt more panicked in your life.

You tell him your name in your real voice. 

He finally released his grip on you and also seemed to drop his serious demeanor. 

“I knew there was something about you! You’re the ATC that old chicken has been flirting with over comms aren’t you??”

You nod looking down at your feet. Damn it, there goes your whole relationship (if you can even call it that) with Rooster, because Hangman is definitely going to rat you out. 

“You see, Rooster was telling the squad that he was in love. And so of course we ask him who she is.” 

“But how surprising was it when he said that not only has he never seen her face to face, he doesn’t even know her name.” 

He was now pacing up and down the hallway. 

“Then I remembered that day where he bet you your number if he shot down Mav, he magically got a piece of paper with a number on his dash seemingly coming from nowhere.” 

“But it wasn’t a magic trick at all, was it?” He asked you rhetorically.

“No sir.”

“Exactly! Because I caught you sneaking off the Tarmac moments before Rooster jumped into his plane and happily announcing that he got your phone number.” 

“I saw your face, so you are both the ATC over comms and the girl he talks to,  the one he says he’s in love with.”

You looked up shocked at his statement.

“He’s in love with me?” 

You looked up from the ground with hopeful eyes. 

“Yes he is.” Hangman tells you matter of factly. 

“You’ve presumably been talking to Rooster for months, but you've yet to meet him in person, let alone even tell him your name.”

“What game are you playing here?” He asks you

“It’s not a game, I do care about Bradley.” You sighed. 

“So then what is it?” 

“Sir, can we not please talk about it here?” 

You anxiously look around and see that people were now in the hallway exiting from the mess hall. And god forbid that Bradley was one of them. 

“Fine.” 

“Meet me at the Hard Deck after work.” 

——————————————————————————————-

 You were seated at the bar in the Hard Deck, your left leg bouncing anxiously.

You checked your watch, 5:47pm. Hangman said to meet him here right after work and you basically sped off the base to get to the bar on time.

You’ve been nursing the same beer for the past almost 30 minutes. You couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

What was taking him so long? Did he forget? Did he already tell Bradley?

A million more questions swirled in your head. But you knew that if Hangman didn’t show up you were basically screwed.

Your self pity was interrupted by the booming sound of naval aviators strolling through the entrance, with one of them being Bradley and of course Hangman.

You were simultaneously trying to avoid Rooster’s gaze, while trying to catch Hangman’s attention.

When you finally caught his eye, you gave him a panicked questioning look. He gave you a subtle nod while continuing his conversation with the rest of the squadron. 

The crew made their way to their usual spot in the back with the pool tables. Hangman excused himself from the group nodding towards you.

You kept your eyes on him as he made his way to you. 

“Jimmy, can I get a beer?” Hangman asks the bartender.

“Lieutenant Commander.” You greeted him as he sat on the stool directly beside you.

He returned the greeting by saying your name.

“So let’s just get this out of the way. Did you tell Bradley?” You asked him, feeling a large brick settle in your stomach. 

“You can relax.. I didn’t tell Bradshaw.” He replies

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Relief flooding your body.

“But don’t think that you’re off the hook, you have some explaining to do.” Hangman added.

“What do you want to know sir?” You swallowed nervously.

“First of all, who are you exactly?” 

“I’m no one, I’m just an ATC.” You told him, looking down at your hands.

“Well you’re clearly not ‘no one’ if you’ve caught Rooster’s attention.” He rebutted.

“You’re little avoidance tricks might work on Rooster, but they won’t work on me.”

“And I know all your excuses for not meeting him are complete bs.”

“So why are you hiding from him?”

Now that’s the million dollar question isn’t it? It has been months since you started talking to Bradley, you spoke to him every single day, and fell asleep to the sound of his voice every night. Why were you hiding from him?

“I-.....I don’t know.” You confessed to Hangman. 

“Then whats stopping me from getting up and telling Rooster who you are?” Hangman asked you with a raised eyebrow. 

You stared at him, the words lost in your throat. 

“Nothing then I guess..”  He got up and started his way to the back.

You pulled his arm back similar to how he did to you earlier that day. He looked at you and your hand on his arm. 

“Please don’t…I beg you.” 

He sat back down on his stool giving you a questioning look but gave you the time to get your thoughts together. 

“I never intended for it to go on this long or this far..” You explained. 

“Bradley is so important to me. I knew he was special the first time I ever heard his voice.”

“It was during the uranium plant detachment from a few months ago. I risked my whole damn career to save him.” 

“I released the dagger reserve without Admiral Simpson’s approval.” You continued.

“That was you? You gave me clearance that day?” His eyes finally lost the skepticism and was replaced with admiration. 

“I did, everyone in that control room was completely frozen. I couldn’t just let them die.” 

“But that doesn’t explain this whole situation you have going on with him.” He questioned

“That was the last I expected to ever see of him, but you all decided to stay here in Miramar and I made the mistake of speaking to him a little too long over comms.”

“That’s to be expected honey, Rooster is a big ol flirt.” Hangman chuckled.

“Well not as a big of a flirt as me though.” He winked at you. 

He was trying to ease your worries and you appreciated that from him. Especially since he thought the worst of you less than 10 minutes ago. 

“And of course you and Mav have heard how he got my number over comms and thats currently where we are now.” You finished.

“Okay so thats the backstory, and you clearly care about him and he cares about you.”

“So it still doesn't answer why you haven’t told him who you are.”

“Think about it this way Lieutenant Commander…”

“You, Phoenix, Payback, Coyote, and Rooster. You are some of the most important and most revered people in the Navy short of the Admirals.” 

“You are the first in command, you are the best of the best in the entire world.” 

“What do I? A low level ATC, have to offer Bradley?.”

“I am just me, and he is who he is. I could never be a person whos good enough for him.” 

“But didn’t I just tell you? Bradshaw is in love with you.” Hangman argued. 

You smiled sadly, turning your head to glance at Bradley at the pool tables. His head thrown back in laughter at something Fanboy said. 

“Maybe..he is.” You turned back to Hangman.

“But one look at me and he’ll change his mind.” 

“I don’t understand. Do you think you’re-” Hangman’s response was interrupted by Rooster popping up behind you both. 

“Hangman, I thought you were getting a beer?” 

You suddenly felt lightheaded, the sight of Rooster standing so close to you making your heart beat a million times per minute. 

“Whos your friend?” Rooster asked Hangman while looking at you with a smile. 

You wouldn’t dare open your mouth and speak, risking Bradley recognizing your voice. You stared at Hangman with pleading eyes, hoping he didn’t give you away to Rooster.

Hangman looked at Rooster and back at you, pausing for a moment.

Hangman finally speaks telling Rooster your name. Fuck. You were naïve to think he’d keep your secret.

“We actually just met, she’s getting over a case of laryngitis so her voice is a little hoarse.” Hangman explained. 

You smiled at him, silently thanking him for not revealing your charade. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You let out in a hoarse voice, turning to look at Bradley.

He reached out and shook your hand and you can feel your stomach doing backflips for finally getting to touch the man that you’ve spent several months falling in love with. 

“Well I’m sorry to hear that ma’am, I hope you feel better.” Bradley offered politely.

“I’ll leave you and Hangman to your conversation.” He excused himself and returned to the pool table, you stared at him longingly as he walked away. 

Hangman looked at you in amusement. 

“You got it bad, don’t you honey?” Hangman asked with a slight chuckle. 

“That obvious?” You asked him

“Couldn’t be any less subtle if you tried.” 

“Which makes it so funny that Bradshaw had no clue its you.” He chortled. 

“Me personally, if I were him, I would know it was you the minute I saw you.” He added with a smirk,

Leave it to Hangman to be an insatiable flirt.

“Thank you for helping me out.” 

As big of an asshole Hangman can be, he really did have a good heart. 

“Your secret is safe with me honey.” 

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1970s TTP & Doctor W.ho

HOLY CHRIST I swear I spent most of my time LOOKING FOR THIS DAMNABLE QUOTE FROM AN OBSCURE Docto/r W/ho novel

https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/The_Tomorrow_People

The Blue Angel hints at The Tomorrow People existing in the Doctor Who universe by having one of its characters mention "children who, thinking they are some sort of 'homo superior', jaunt about the place in their one-piece spacesuits and go righting wrongs for the Federation."

Emba tossed her head. ‘Huh.’ Then she rounded on the boy again. ‘For an Earthling, a mere stripling, you seem to know an awful lot about us.’

‘As you’ve guessed, I’m nothing of the sort.’

Emba gave a conspiratorial and quite ghastly grin. ‘So long as you’re not one of those children who, thinking they are some sort of “Homo Superior”, jaunt about the place in their one-piece spacesuits and go righting wrongs for the Federation.’

Emba and Ian, The Blue Angel Paul Magrs & Jeremy Hoad,1999, (pgs 155-156)

So, technically, TTP are within the DW universe.

This is also related due to the 70s version of TTP set up to compete against DW. It ended up that the show was so popular with DW fans, it was moved an hour (before?) so both shows could be enjoyed, being able to flip the channel to start the other.

From Wikipedia:

At this time, ITV was keen to find its own answer to Doctor Who, although Price never really envisaged the show as such but more as an outlet for his own personal ideas and beliefs.

Early publicity included a photo session of the cast with the Doctor Who star, Jon Pertwee, to indicate a friendly rivalry between the two shows.

#TTP Lore

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Fanart for @bamsara ‘s Galaxy Days! This guy was v fun to draw with his eyes and fuzz

So fun that I kinda animated a super short bit from the fic, but it’s under the cut bc holy shit blood and gore warning. it’s also kinda spoilery for ch. 6

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Since my bookstore hates me specifically and it taking all the time in the world to send me my copy of Dawn, @lightwithinthenightsky very kindly helped me get a digital version of it to read right away. And like a normal person who likes things a normal amount, I’ve been taking notes of details and things of interest, and also whatever I want. 

 It’s really a few different stories. The first is Episode Ardyn with a twist at the end, and the second is a story about Aranea. This is as far as I am right now, and I will be using these notes for myself to refer back to when I write Real meta about it. I have them in my Drive but I’m storying them here too so uh. If anyone wants them, I guess? Wants to discuss/use as a reference/ whatever. Go wild. But be warned: I don’t proofread prelim notes so even I don’t know what I was trying to say at any point. 

Pg ~140

Aranea, my girl.!!! Wyf!!!!!

Interesting information about life in the Empire

Aranea has fond childhood memories. 

First, playgrounds, then sporting grounds and theatres repurposed for the Empire’s ambitions.

Life under the Empire, once luxurious, is now empty and difficult. Luxuries are hard to find.

Regardless, some remain loyal to the emperor because something glory something. 

Aranea likes to sleep on a firm mattress and stiff sheets, where she can spread out. Absolute blanket hog. Crucial info.

The Empire values its MTs more than the mercenaries they hire, because mercenaries are cheap.

Pg 155

Diamond weapon, my old friend

I’m out of garlic prawns :(

Diamond Weapon was able to fell an apparently shitload of Imperial forces with its glowing red core. 

Like that one episode of Doctor Who on the Titanic.

Aranea seeing red and going apeshit on Diamond Weapon for taking human lives, my beloved. 

She crashed into a storehouse Cloud Strife style and just got up like it was nothing Top energy. 

Pg 159

Thanks to DW (I am going to call it that now and Imagine the annoying little sis from Arthur, nobody can stop me) there is an evacuation order in place throughout the Imperial Capital. 

The Aerial Safety Net system is a thing, which was installed on highrise rooftops “back when the Empire cared about safety”.

So there are clear vibes of a not-too-distant pass where the citizens of the Empire had it good.

Kind of interesting that “thank the Gods” is still an expression used outside of Lucis, in places not necessarily blessed by the Gods. 

TANGENT: After growing tired with the Gods’ bs, Luna and others changing their language to something along the lines of “thank the stars” instead. Must come back to this.

The safety net is one-way; it can stop things from falling but not rising.

How many times has someone accidently hit, say, a ball into the air and lost it on the net? Like with roofs and stuff? Was that a common issue?

“rogue MTs thrashing about alongside the daemons. The control system normally keeping them in line must have been put out of commission.” **Aranea suggests that there have been issues with rogue MTs slaughtering innocents before. This is good plot stuff, also I used something like it once so ha. 

Aranea finds a dead person murdered by one of the MTs, and can scarcely stand to look at it (bby girl pls).

Aranea looked after a three-year-old once? Who? Did I miss this? Will it come up again? Is mommy energy but also mummy energy?

There are a lot of residents stuck in the city that nobody seems either available or willing to help. Aranea has her team step up to the task like the top she is. 

“All right, Tiny. Time for your spanking.” Aranea please I can only be so bisexual. 

Diamond Weapon is king-konging it on top of Z Keep.

Pg 167

All the civilians they rescued are children. 

“...Aranea had experienced something similar before. The adults must have seen to the children’s safety, then gone to try to hold off the daemons and MTs. She felt sure of it, remembering voices from the distant past.” Episode Aranea when??

I think this book just roasted Chapter 13. Good.

Aranea is very Angry at the military for leaving the children in this situation, but also at herself for being part of such an organisation, and tries to comfort a little boy ;-; 

Man I came in here for a cool Luna AU but this/?? Dude.

Pg 170

Naturally, this seems to be all Ardyn’s doing. 

Something about the Emperor not producing an heir? Ok??

Apparently the Emperor had a wife and son but they both ded now. Are they trying to make me feel sorry for this creep? I don’t.

He wouldn’t even discuss the prospect of remarrying. So instead he decided to try to live forever rather than produce another heir. 

You know. Like a creep.

Apparently, he once was, or had the persona of, a selfless statesman, and that all changed about the time Ardyn arrived. 

Aranea’s already closer to guessing Ardyn’s true nature without seeing it or being told than anyone else, what a Queen. Queen of my heart. 

Aranea having a moment of silence for an Emperor she didn’t care for. 

Anyway, in case the theme isn’t clear, Aranea cares very, very dearly for human life and childhood innocence. 

Ardyn wants to send Diamond Weapon to Tenebrae. HMMM. 

Oh god Ardyn eats apples loudly, please I take back everything good I ever said fuck this guy.

Biggs, Wedge, and the people they rescued are on a train heading to Tenebrae, around the same time Noct is on a train. Probably not the same train; Noct’s didn’t have that many children. Also, Biggs, Wedge and Aranea were already in Tenebrae when Noct got there.

GET HIS ASS, ARANEA. FUCKING ROAST HIM. 

Pg 184

And now Aranea’s beating Loqi’s ass. Good For Her.png.

Ok they’re getting along now she also saved his ass.

Why does Loqi have a child?

Aw, Aranea’s whole home was destroyed by daemons. She’d wanted to help fight them off, but she was just a kid. She was told to remain and look after the younger kids.

Oh shit, is the kid the Emperor’s granddaughter????

Aranea takes the kid, Loqi stayed behind because something something glory to the empire. RIP, dude.

Pg 194

Aranea deduces the kid is used to being doted on.

They engage DW from Wedge’s ship. 

It gets knocked down but it gets up again. They’re never gonna keep it down. 

She announces the resignation she’d sarcastically tendered to Ardyn and fucking j u m p s from the ship what is it with this series and badass women jumping from midair? 

Then she says it was an honour to serve with everyone Aranea pls..

Yooo Aranea puts up a hell of a fight and resigns to being defeated then Biggs and Wedge show up and DLC WHEN?????????

She’s gonna take it out by being yeeted at it holy shit Imma wife this chaotic queen dlc whennnnnnn

Pg 207

Huh. Apparently Tenebrae was a resort destination before the Empire’s occupation. Neat.

The boys are roasting Aranea for saying goodbye to everyone and it’s the cutest shit??

Pg 210

First the DW fight then a bunch of daemons. Poor bastards :/

Aw the kid was worried about Aranea, and Aranea just gives her a big hug please.

The kid’s name is Solara Antiquum, Sol for short. Yeeeah, I know who this is.

Help this whole interaction is so cute, Aranea, please adopt this child and live an idyllic cottagecore life it’s all I want for you now.

Secret Granddaughter, yep.

Pg 214

The same year Noct comes back 

Aranea, Biggs and Wedge living their best life with their daughter, Good For Them.png.

Apparently she has a “famous” cassoulet recipe, she’s getting wifier by the second. 

It’s Sol’s favourite food. 

#( yes this is the tone with which i've always taken notes #yes my teachers hated me what of it ) #ref; #long post; #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- i know they’re losing & i’ll pay for my place by the ring / meta

[4haechie]

slow dance, romance

summary: donghyuck’s really glad that you’re his and he’s yours.

pairing: lee donghyuck x female reader

genre: fluff, romance (like? duh)

words: 1,485

warnings: not sure if this is considered as a warning, but there’s lots of kissing/making out in this. dw though i kept it pg (this blog is appropriate for readers of all ages. smiley face.)

a/n: this is based on this fic, but it can be read as a separate one-shot as well

“donghyuck! what’s up, man?” mark greets his friend as he pulls him into a friendly hug.

mark is a music major, just like donghyuck, but he’s a year older, making him donghyuck’s senior. you don’t know mark that well; when he stops by the cafe you and donghyuck work at, you’re surprised, but so is donghyuck for some reason.

“mark, what brings you here?” donghyuck asks, guiding him to the counter.

“this is a cafe–what do you think he’s doing here.” you shoot donghyuck a playful grin before you politely ask mark what he would like to have.

“hmm...i think i’ll have a vanilla ice latte.” he beams at you.

“coming right up,” you shoot him a smile and begin working on his drink.

“oh, by the way, mark, this is my ex-friend, y/n.” donghyuck says, matter-of-factly.

“how many times have i told you to stop introducing me like that?” you glare when he laughs, thinking he made some points with that comment. “i’m his girlfriend. nice to meet you, mark.” you stretch out an arm for him to shake; mark grips it firmly, shaking it twice.

mark looks between the two of you, like one would watch a ping pong match. “donghyuck? with a girlfriend?” he shakes his head in disbelief.

donghyuck opts to punch his friend in the arm.

you give mark his drink, decline the money he offers, saying it’s on the house, and wave him goodbye (he doesn’t stay, claiming he has some project to work on).

soon, both your shifts come to an end. as you’re cleaning up the cafe, picking up litter, arranging the cups and other items on the counter, a question forms in your mind.

donghyuck seems to notice the quizzical look you’re giving him, “you’re wondering why mark was surprised when he found out you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“how did you know?”

“i know you, sunshine.” he walks over to you, taking your hands in his, fingers intertwined. you lean into his touch, resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat is the only sound you can hear, the only sound you want to hear.

“unfortunately.”

“hey!” he protests, but you can feel his chest vibrate when he lets out a small giggle. he’s so warm, you think.

“i don’t know. i guess, since you’re my first real relationship, he was surprised? mark and i are pretty close, so he knows i’ve never had a serious relationship...until you came into my life,” donghyuck places a soft kiss atop your head.

you look up at him, staring into his warm brown eyes, trying to gauge his emotions. his eyes hold yours for a moment. the lights in the cafe are dim, so his sparkly hazelnut eyes seem brighter than any luminosity, or even a thousand galaxies. he’s probably got the entire universe in them, the infinite cosmos, the truths that have yet to be explored by mankind.

you find yourself gazing into his eyes for too long, exploring them, trying to uncover their hidden treasures, that you almost forget he’s expecting some sort of response from you. “i’m your first real relationship?” it comes out as a whisper from you, without intending for it to.

“yeah.” his voice is just as quiet as yours.

moments like this are rare–when it’s just you two, in a quiet ambience, when you’re in each other’s arms and nobody disturbs you. they’re rare, but they’re treasured, cherished, and held dear to both your hearts.

“i’m glad it’s me.” you gently let go of his hands and instead, you pull him into a tight embrace, with your arms looped around his neck. the action is pretty much instinctive at this point, but donghyuck’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you close. he feels your warm breath fan his neck, and he sighs.

“i’m glad, too.” he hums. “you remember that mixtape i made you a while ago?”

“how could i possibly forget?” you press your lips to his neck. “that’s, like, the best thing anybody’s ever done for me.” you pull away slightly, to look at his face.

his lips barely touch your cheek, but you still feel a thousand volts of electricity coursing through your veins. “i actually made a playlist version.” he breaks away from your hold, making you frown. he fishes out his cellphone from the back pocket of his jeans and clicks away. soon enough, a melodious tune fills the air, a piano’s beautiful notes kissing your ears. you immediately recognise it as one of the songs from the mixtape he made you.

you raise an eyebrow as he extends his hand, “can i have this dance?”

you chuckle and nod, placing your hand on his. he guides you to the centre of the cafe and pulls you towards him. you almost crash into him, but he places one hand on your hip, and the other stays interlocked with yours. you look at him with so much love in your eyes–although neither of you has uttered the three words yet. but that’s okay, because you know. and he knows. 

your other hand finds home on his shoulder as he takes the first step. he moves towards you, causing you to move back spontaneously. you’re not a bad dancer, per se, but donghyuck’s obviously better.

the two of you slow dance to the song, not a single word being spoken. he spins you away from him, and then brings you closer than ever, your back against his chest. he ducks his head and leaves a line of kisses down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. donghyuck notices this but doesn’t comment on it. the moment’s too intimate to speak; you’re too close to him, but he doesn’t mind at all. you manoeuvre such that your head is resting on his shoulder, giving him more room to continue his ministrations. he turns you around, and you’re face to face again.

his lips come crashing onto yours as if he’s been starved of them for a long, long time. you kiss him back fervently, with just as much eager and passion as him. he backs you into a nearby wall and continues kissing you. donghyuck’s lips leave yours and find themselves on your jaw. his kisses trail down your jaw, as your fingers entangle in his brown hair. his hands, firm around your waist, trace patterns on it–patterns only the two of you know, like a shared secret. his lips soon latch onto your neck, but his kisses are slow and steady. he concentrates on conveying all his emotions through these kisses, instead of verbalising them. he’s careful not to leave marks–he never does anything that might make you feel uncomfortable. but before he can ask for permission, you speak up.

“donghyuck... we have to–” you manage to say, breathless.

“close up, i know,” donghyuck’s too caught up with how beautiful you look and how your breathless voice drives him crazy. he places one final kiss on the crook of your neck, before gently rubbing his nose against the skin there. he detaches himself from your neck and locks eyes with you. your hands drop down to his shoulders. he runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.

it takes a few minutes, but you close up the cafe with donghyuck to your aid. he walks you home, his hand never leaving yours. now, you’re standing in your driveway, unwilling to end the night just yet. you turn around to face donghyuck.

“thanks for walking me home,” you say.

donghyuck presses his lips to the shell of your ear, “anytime, sunshine.” you forget how intoxicating his touch can be; it’s so welcoming and warm.

you’re not ready to part ways with him–something’s stopping you. it’s so silly, as you’ll see him the next day, and the day after that. you’ll see him every single day, as long as you’re together. but today, this very moment, you feel like if you go home, leaving him here, a part of you will be snatched away. you’ll be incomplete, like a puzzle with one missing piece–the one that ties the whole picture together.

he silently takes in the sight of your gears turning. he can’t put his finger on what exactly it is that you’re thinking about, but he has a faint clue.

“well, i’ll see you tomorrow.” donghyuck gives your forehead a lingering kiss. he pulls away from you, but before he can walk away, you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“wait, i, um...”

“yeah?”

“i love you, donghyuck.”

his smile is the prettiest you’ve ever seen. it stretches from ear to ear when you say that. he’s unable to contain his happiness, and relief–thank god, she feels the same way.

“i love you too, y/n.”

your smile mirrors his, and you watch as he exits your driveway with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

#haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #haechan drabbles #donghyuck drabbles #haechan imagines #donghyuck imagines #haechan fics #donghyuck fics #nct haechan #nct donghyuck #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #mine

[fogsrollingin]

SPN Reclist: alternative seasons 4 & 5 fics! Seasons 4 and 5 were the two tightest seasons of Supernatural writing-wise, inspiring a lot of amazing, epic fics. I have got some demon!dean, amnesia, time travel, and AUs for everybody here 😊  ✧ My fic recs are updated regularly on DW and quarterly on Tumblr. Link to the possibly updated reclist on DW here ✧ My entire catalogue of fic recs on tumblr here ✧ This post was last updated 1/21/2022

The Obeisance of Memory by rockpaperscissor. Rated PG-13, Gen, 139k. Summary:  AU of season 4. "Look, I've got no idea who your brother is, but uh, I think I might be him. Just, y'know, alive." fanfiction.net/s/4822628 my thoughts: Also in my amnesia reclist, disclaimer: canon divergence AUs that still continue along the same plot points and timeline as canon aren't super my thing, but I ripped through this story to see what would happen. Fantastic premise!

Unchangeable by HunterPeverell (AO3). Rated PG-13, Gen, 80k. Summary: Something happened to Sam. Something magical. When he woke up the day after Dean became a demon, it was to the year 2008 . . . the day Dean got out of Hell. How will Sam's attempts to fix this time work out? Who sent him? And how can this help Sam with his own demonic brother in their time?ao3.org/series/124797 my thoughts: Also in my time travel reclist, this is a canon divergence that still continues along the same general canon plot points and timeline and I loved demon!dean in this one. The Obeisance of Memory by rockpaperscissor (above)  does a similar canon-divergent thing (only with Dean coming back with amnesia not as a demon). This fic’s featured in my demon!bro reclist too

Aecoris’ Demon Dean Series (AO3). Rated PG-13, Gen, 527k words. Summary:  AU to season 4. DemonDean. Dean clawed his way out of Hell as a demon intent on stopping the apocalypse and the plans for his brother. Sam refuses to believe that this creature is Dean. They'll have to trust each other and work together in order to stop the end of the world. ao3.org/series/37816 my thoughts: also in my demon!bro reclist, I distinctly remember the beginning of this story because it hooked me so quickly: Dean came back from hell having learned the seasons 4+5 grand plans that he didn’t in canon and so his goals (as the incorrigible demon that Dean would of course be) are to thwart both heaven and hell before it’s too late. It’s riveting, and iirc the slow burn development of Sam+Dean’s brotherhood is the lovely emotional heart of their journey in this fic. This fic and Fortress by glasslogic (at the bottom) have similar premises and they’re both fantastic. 

Fortress series by glasslogic (AO3). Rated NC-17, Sam/Dean, 225k words. Summary:  Seven years ago Dean Winchester paid his due to the Crossroads Demon and fell into Hell. Grief almost killed Sam, a demon blood addiction came closer, but he rid himself of demonic attachments and spent years building himself a prison where no demon can set foot, determined to take himself out of the apocalyptic game that had crushed his family. But each year on Earth is an eternity in Hell, and now Dean is back. Angry, powerful, and demonic; he has a plan to wreck vengeance on those who destroyed his life. A plan that will shake the foundations of the Pit and send shock-waves into Heaven. Dragging a reluctant Sam in his wake, will Dean manage to pull it off before the combined legions of Hell get their act together enough to stop him ao3.org/series/20086 my thoughts: my thoughts: A super well-written, dark version of Demon!Dean where his ‘evil’ nature and his ‘good’ goals (and kind of amoral adoration of Sam) are balanced. It was satisfying to read Demon!Dean saving Sam from Ruby but warning there’s a lot of rape-or-die to that whole thing. Not a lot of tender shmoop but I really enjoyed this story. Quality, edge-of-your-seat plot progression (using seasons 4 & 5 as a basic road map)

Lost Time by dimeliora. Rated NC-17, Sam/Dean, 171k words. Summary: Sam Burton has an average life, a foul-mouthed sister, and a dream of putting his past behind him. All of that changes when Dean Winchester comes to stay. ao3.org/works/686421/ my thoughts: An incredible, epic love story, with season 4 intertwined into it. I adored this OC named Ophelia, she was actually like the standout character for me (she had a few lapses of "the cool girl" in her but otherwise I loved her!). But I think what I loved most was the slow burn in the first like 50% of this story. The rest was great but I was so invested in how Dean could come to care for Sam when he was initially so resistant.

Afterimage by paleogymnast. Rated NC-17, Sam/Dean, 27k words. Summary:  "If you had it to do over again, and you could change everything, would you?" When all appears lost, Dean Winchester—battered, weary, guilty, and alone—is given the opportunity to travel back in time and live his life over again with the promise that if he makes the one choice he was too afraid to make before, he will be able to change the future, and avoid the loss of everyone he ever loved and everything he fought for. But how? After all, he knows time can’t be changed… But with the help of a mysterious entity, who may or may not be the actual God of Time, Dean discovers time can be rewritten. Armed only with the ghosts of memories from his former life—afterimages of rewritten time—but not really understanding the gift he’s been given, the new Dean, an impossibly young 27-year-old hunter, once again turns to his estranged brother when their father goes missing. But when he takes a chance on forbidden love, will it be the key to saving the universe and averting the apocalypse, or will it only bring about the end even faster? ao3.org/works/4504065 my thoughts: Holy crap this author’s writing hijacked me the last week of October while I was still trying to churn out a lot of written work). I absolutely loved this story, loved how Dean pressured himself to admit his feelings for Sam during Bugs, how the author described/framed Sam & Dean’s relationship, and plot-wise how information on seasons 4 & 5 filtered into seasons 1-2ish Sam/Dean. It filled me with so much hope & happiness to imagine them besting their destinies like this with the help of Kronos. Also I'm such a sucker for soulmate tropes & loved how paleogymnast let Bobby and Missouri be cool about Sam/Dean. This fic is also in my time travel and soul stuff reclists. 

Another Go Round by KassandraScarlett. Teen and Up, Sam/Dean, 21k words. Summary: Someone sends Dean back to 2009, with a mission: change the past, change the present, so the apocalypse never happens. Dean leaves behind a Croatoan-ridden world, only to stumble into the one person he's always loved more than anything else. Or: Zachariah doesn't send Dean to 2014. Instead, Chuck sends the Dean of the future to 2009. ao3.org/works/23284600 my thoughts: The aaaaaaangst in this one was so, so amazing. I loved how kassandra had future Dean, this savage post-apocalyptic warrior, realize he was in the past, pre-apocalypse, he's got Sam, and everything falls away and he gets to love Sam again. And Sam, how desperate he is during this time period in canon for Dean's affection... 😭😭😭 ugh, this was so good, y’all. This fic was in my 2020 Variety Pack reclist as well as my time travel reclist

#my fic recs #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #spn fic #supernatural fic #spn fic recs #supernatural fic recs #spn fanfic recs #supernatural fanfiction recommendations #wincest #wincest fic recs #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester and dean winchester #dean winchester and sam winchester #dean winchester & sam winchester #sam winchester & dean winchester #sam/dean #dean winchester/sam winchester #dean sam slash

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, January 14

LORNE What is this? "Wolfram & Hart wants to be up your alley"? Sounds like a bus station pick-up line. Change it. Second thought, burn it. Grab yourself a bagel or something, too. You look a little waxy.

~~Life of the Party~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for a few good editors! Drop us an ask on Tumblr or contact Rahirah on LJ or DW!

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Why You Never Confound Artifacts (crossover with Harry Potter, Faith/Xander, FR15) by Cuautla

[Chaptered Fiction]

i'm a wreck (when i'm without you), Chapter 1 (Faith/Buffy, T) by little_brown_songbird

Mortal Allies Series, Episode 3: Postcards From the Edge, Chapter 4 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Pretty Petals, Chapter 6 (Spike/Buffy, PG) by Dusty

Bad Blood, Chapter 1 (Spike/Buffy, Adult Only) by minimarshmallow

What Happens In Quarantine..., Chapter 8 (Spike/Buffy, NC-17) by bewildered

Code Name Slayer: Part 5: Winter Soldier, Chapter 21 (crossover with MCU, Buffy, FR7) by Kittykitkat

Scoobies in Neptune, Chapter 15 (crossover with Veronica Mars, FR15) by lateVMlover

[Images, Audio & Video]

Vid: All You're Dreaming Of (Buffy/Angel) by Anne Rosenburgh

Vid: Rebel just for kicks (ensemble) by moonheartx

Vidlet: woz edit (Willow/Oz) by Tillow Forever

Video: BtVS series trailer (no spoilers) by kdfliy

Dramatic reading: Love is blood... Spike's speech from "Lover's Walk" by Jo Shade

Banner: Story banner for "And I Still Do (Love You)" by slaymesoftly and two more versions (Spike/Buffy, worksafe) by NMCIL

I made this playlist on spotify with all of the saddest songs from buffy by holy_decay

[Reviews & Recaps]

Thoughts from my Buffy rewatch 3x01 by yesitsterriblysimple

Thoughts from my Buffy rewatch 3x02 by yesitsterriblysimple

Witch by Reverse Angle

I Only Have Eyes for You by JustDaggers

Ranking Every Season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer! by Girly Gore

Chipperish do As You Were by Btvs fan, Faded90, TriBel

I think Season 2 is the best... by FloridaFootyFan

Season 4 finished (finally) by ember3pines

PODCAST: Still Pretty 141. As You Were (S6.15)

[Recs]

"Watcher" by badly_knitted recced by petzipellepingo

[Fandom Discussions]

What your favorite Buffy the Vampire Slayer character says about you (an Eldena Doubleca5t remix) by btvs-obsessed

Buffy, behind the scenes and body image. by Brodes87 and others

Who was supposed to be the “cordelia replacement”? by ladyjanee and others

Buffy, Reworked by 1853794125 and others

Anya appreciation post hosted by Lu1slayer

Mid-to-late S3 of Angel and I'm getting SERIOUSLY pissed off [sick of the idea that humans should never be killed] by Azarias59

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[homodnp]

@ anon who said jealous dan moments, i present to you: phil always being extremely oblivious that dan is jealous. also i’ve noticed this thing where even though phil is awkward he’s such an accidental flirt?? (pholly, phil/hazel, etc.) am i the only one that sees this? i feel like phil is such a flirty person and we never acknowledge it 😭😭

[ original anon: best moments: when dan gets jealous hehe. ]

as much as amazingphil™ is supposed to be pg it’s phil’s filth and flirting that i find most hilarious about him. he highkey has no filter so the stuff that comes out of his mouth (intentional or not) always has a risk of being a dropped bomb and he always rolls with it. combine that with a partner who’s both overreactive and used to being the king of rude humour who doesn’t like being ousted, and you get the peak comedy that is those two dumb boys

ON ONE HAND kinda unpopular opinion here but i feel like SOME (ie NOT ALL, s o m e) of the times when phil spouts utter filth to the extent that even dan is surprised, are genuine instances of phil not knowing what he’s saying until he’s said it (source: me, at least half of my interactions are like that where people know me for having a potty mouth but most of the time it’s completely unintentional kfjgfkjhgj). i feel like for that reason he can accidentally be flirty while never realising any better (this is a long-winded version of me agreeing with u anon, dw) cus he made it super clear in COTY he’d never want to flirt with a woman

ON THE OTHER HAND, i definitely think that an equal lot of his filth/flirting is intentional, he’s absolutely not innocent enough for every dodgy thing he says to be an accident (potty lad). or at least, there have been a fair few times when he’s said ~something perhaps by accident, realised what it sounded like, and then gone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and stuck with it or even indulged in it. an example of this being that time last year when phil implied they wouldn’t be able to film gaming videos that evening and dan was like ~Why 👀and it just ended up as one big mess of sexual tension

agh i. i fucking love phil, man. i don’t remember exact examples for much of what i’ve said above (feel free to fill in those blanks and send examples) but what we can definitely agree on is that he’s LEWD and CRUDE and OUT about it. no more of that sMoL aNGeL BeAn shite cus PHIL LESTER has a DIRTY ACT. “will 2018 be the year of phil cleaning up his act?” - dan, 2017 gamingmas, and no dan, it was not :)

#phan #dnp #phandom #.phil #.boys #.post #.ask #.anon

[fencer-x]

I prefer liogalo, and I’m generally not interested in switching. I feel like some folks talk about switching because it’s idk more woke or some bullshit but lbr most of the fandom is gonna go for the ~twinkier~/smaller/delicate-looking one bottoming? (Whether that’s actually true or just a headcanon) And like half the fanfic with the rarer configuration is gonna emphasize how ~rare~ it is for the other one to top like “dw this isn’t how they normally do it of course ;))))”

Examples that immediately come to mind: otabek and iwaizumi in the western fandom because that’s also unfortunately (unfortunately in the sense that my preferences went against the fandom grain and therefore I have almost nothing to consume) where my interests swung as well, and at some point you just get so tired of it like yeah yeah okay *insert meme of Ben Affleck smoking*

It’s a lot easier to not have a hardline stance when your preferences are met I guess? People make their preferences obvious in art portrayals/visual cues/their characterization — it’s in the way the tropes are used/what’s emphasized even with pg stuff. Idk if it’s necessarily a bad thing — i def use it to determine if a fic /dj/artist artist enjoys the same configuration I do. Idk sometimes it’s super obvious? Sometimes it’s just kinda lonely not being in the majority lol

Lol sorry didn’t mean to wall of text you, it’s just something I think about sometimes. Not necessarily top/bottom dynamics but like, what gets popular and why and how this influences fan content, feel free to ignore me :’D

I personally prefer the OPTION of switching, because the fans I’ve met who are adamant about one or the other are adamant for gross reasons (usually couched in “lol have you SEEN him! He’s a TOTAL bottom!” expecting me to agree with them... which is what the shippers that prompted my initial post were saying...).

And I expect this isn’t widely understood in PM fandom, but: liogalo is not actually all that rare (in JP fandom at least)! It accounts for 1/3 of the content with lio and galo together at the next event, so while galolio has more doujinshi/fan content coming out for it at this event, it’s by no means utterly dwarfing liogalo, so the idea people need to be ‘on guard’ and aggressively express their support for one version over the other is a little absurd. It’s in the minority, but one out of every three people enjoys it, pretty much :) And that’s just JP fans who ONLY ship it, to the exclusion of galolio, suggesting that a much larger portion are more than excited for lio topping. He may have the ‘look’, but even Japanese fandom isn’t treating him like they treat other characters with similar builds.

I already talked about your Otabek and Iwaizumi woes (I assume you mean Yuri/Otabek and Oikawa/Iwaizumi? since those are the alts of the more popular versions; but even Oikawa/Iwaizumi isn’t terribly rare, in JP at least, because tsundere ukes are super popular here...)

On which note, you mention fanfic a lot--have you looked for doujinshi of your rarer ships? Because people who ship ‘usually on bottom one is on top’ are almost NEVER the ‘lol this is just a one-off thing’. They like that one on top--or more aptly, they like the OTHER one on bottom. So you’ll find eager shippers of those ‘orders’ in JP fandom rather than ‘switching for social justice points’ (which boggles my mind... why wouldn’t you just ship switching pairings BECAUSE IT’S HOT? I get to see either character in whatever position I like. IT’S FANTASTIC. why do it performatively? fandom.......)

And yes, even PG stuff can be OOC when an artist/writer ships something in a way you might not enjoy. Making one character overly aggressive, or another crying at the drop of a hat. It all stems from a poor understanding of the characters imho, but that’s another story entirely, because sometimes a creator just has an itch they want to scratch and who really cares what others think, because they’re creating for themselves, not others.

#fandom #this isn't directed at anyone specifically #and my issues with bad characterization plaguing one ship order over another span multiple fandoms #as anyone in the harurin-rinharu fandom may know

[hpdrizzle]

HP Drizzle Fest 2019: Rules & Guidelines

Welcome to the 2019 hp_drizzle / hpdrizzle FEST RULES POST!

We are excited to have you here. Please read through this whole post and feel free to ask any questions about whatever we might have forgotten to include.

What is HP Drizzle?

It's an anonymous prompt-based fest. Authors and artists will create a Harry Potter piece that involves weather in any kind; for example, it could be Character A and Character B kissing in the rain or Character C building a snowman in their garden. The possibilities are endless. We accept Het, Femslash, Slash, Gen, Three/more-somes, along with angst, dark, fluff, hurt/comfort, humour, etc, etc…

Continue reading for the rules/guidelines!

Prompting

Prompting begins on 1st of April and will remain open until the 15th of April (6 pm New York Time).

A link will be provided on April 1st and all members can leave up to 10 prompts per person. The link will be a "Google Form," and we're requesting all members to limit their prompts up to 10.

You will be able to view what prompts are being posted during these 15 days.

Your prompts can be from Fantastic Beasts and the Cursed Child.

Claiming will begin on the 20th of April.

Sometime between the 16th and the 19th, the mods will organize the prompts in different categories: Het, Slash, Femslash, Multi/threesomes, Any/Other.

We will give you the link to ALL categorized prompts by the 19th of April, so you can be ready for your claim. Claiming will also be done with Google Form.

During your claim, you'll be asked for the following: Your username / fandom base (Like, LJ, DW, Tumblr, etc…) What prompt you want. We will ask you to pick at least 2 prompts just to be sure you have a backup if your first choice is taken.

Prompts are simply guidelines, and the creators can choose to do whatever they want with the prompt. This is not a gift exchange so you have the freedom. 

♥ Anyone can make a claim. You do not have to prompt to claim. You do not have to claim to prompt. ♥ All stories submitted must be unique to this fest.

If your first choice is taken you will get your second choice. You do not have to pick from the list of prompts to create for the fest. You can simply write/create art for your own idea. If you are doing something for your own prompt, you still have to fill out the Claim Form and let us know what you're doing. This is so planning can be easy for the mods when it's time to post for the fest.

♥ Please let us know if you have to drop out of the fest. We will not be upset, you will not be banned from future fests; we just need to know ASAP!

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[starryhc]

FIC: Fever Dreams (The Exorcist)

Title: Fever Dreams

Author:  Starrylizard

Fandom: The Exorcist (TV)

Rating: Gen, PG

Characters: Marcus and Tomas

Word Count: ~1730

Summary: Tomas is worn thin and falls ill.  Luckily, Marcus is around.  No specified time, but I imagine it takes pace in the missing 6 months between season 1 and 2. 

Notes: No spoilers as I don’t know any.  Thank you to                          leoraine and  lark_ascends for encouragement and beta bits. Any mistakes are totally mine. Constructive criticism, comments, discussion all welcome. 

Read below or on A03 or DW or FF.net

When it was all over, a demon was dispelled and a family left to pick up the pieces.  When it was all over, they left.  Quietly.  No fanfare. They stumbled out into the midday sun, blinking in the unexpected brightness.  Tomas leaned on Marcus for a moment as if the weight of it all was too much to bear.

“You alright, Tomas?”

Tomas grunted in a non-committal way.  He looked up just long enough to make eye contact. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed, haunted.

“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he said and looked away.

“It rarely does,” Marcus replied.

They made it to the pick-up in silence.  Marcus watched Tomas carefully, lending a hand to push him up into the passenger side. The door creaked shut and he walked to the driver side. By the time the engine growled to life, Tomas was slumped against the passenger door in a pretence of sleep.  His head was pressed tightly against the cool window and it gave Marcus comfort to see the glass fogging up with each breath.

How long had it been since he’d slept?  Since either of them had, but Tomas most of all.  His visions, late-night reconnaissance, and anxious fears had kept him from sleep long before this latest exorcism.  

They didn’t have any new leads.  There was currently only silence from their contacts in the church and it left them cut off from the Vatican.  He decided to just put a little distance between the events of the last week, find a motel, and sleep.  They could figure out the rest from there.  

He thought Tomas just needed some time to process, and even more time to sleep, but as the pick-up trundled onward toward the night, Tomas had remained out for the count and Marcus’ worry grew exponentially.  Tomas was usually the one who wanted to talk, debrief and confess after each exorcism. He’d grown used to being the younger man’s sounding board. His silence this time was odd, but watching Tomas twitch and mumble in his sleep made him edgy.  

“No, no, no,” Tomas whispered, shifting closer to the window with a soft moan.

Marcus, reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a squeeze, pleased when Tomas relaxed some and his breathing settling back down into a deeper version of sleep.  

They’d need to stop soon. Marcus could feel his back cramping just looking at Tomas sliding down to curl lower into the seat.  The next motel on this road would be the lucky recipient of two worn out exorcists.

 *****

“Time to rise and shine.”

Tomas shifted in his sleep, sliding on the seat. He felt hot and cold all at once and his throat was scratchy, his skin too tight, but it wasn’t enough to make him want to open his eyes and acknowledge the annoyingly familiar voice in his ear.

A cold hand pressed his forehead and he shivered, backing away on instinct, eyes suddenly wide.

“Hey, hey.  Tomas, it’s just me.”  Marcus held his hands up in a placating gesture.  The sort you would use when a skittish animal was about to bolt.  “I’ve got us a room with twin beds, a tv of some sort and a shower. Our own piece of paradise if you just walk through the door.”

Tomas stared blankly at Marcus, making sense of the words in his fuzzy head. His brow creased with confusion.

“You with me?” Marcus asked. Tomas sensed the worried edge to the question and realised he hadn’t answered yet.

“Marcus, yes. Of course.”

“Right then. Let’s get you inside.”

Tomas blinked tired eyes, getting the message this time, but a little unsure how to will his body into action.  He began to force his heavy limbs into some sort of motion and Marcus seemed to do the rest, manhandling him out of the pick-up and hoisting him up under one armpit.  

“We need to start feeding you less if I’m going to be carrying your highness around from now on.”

Tomas grinned, then coughed and slumped down on the bed nearest the door with a sigh.  

“As one of my older parishioners used to say, I think I have the dreaded lurgy, Marcus.”  

“You also have a knack for stating the bleedin’ obvious, you know.  Get comfy and I’ll go get us some food.”

 *****

Marcus returned to the motel, grocery bags in each hand as he fumbled with the overly large key fob. With Tomas apparently unwell and no specific destination in mind, he’d got enough supplies for a few days; figured they’d settle in for a bit while they figured out their next move.  

As the door cracked open though, he got an immediate sense that things weren’t quite right. A mumbling came from the shifting lump that was Tomas occupying the nearest bed.

“Tomas?”

“The power of Christ compels you,” Tomas mumbled.

Marcus flicked on the light.

“Tomas, you alright?” He left the bags on the floor and made his way to the bedside.  “Tomas?”

Tomas rolled toward the light.  “The power of Christ,” he mumbled louder.  “The power of Christ compels you.”  The last came out as a gasp as Tomas’ eyes opened revealing white filmy lenses.  

“Tomas.  Hey, wake up Tomas. Come back.”  Marcus reached for the younger man’s shoulders, then wrenched Tomas towards him by his shirt front.  “Come back!” he roared with the authority only an exorcist could muster, anger and fear taking form in his words.

Tomas stuttered in his mumbling, then blinked rapidly.  The white film receded from his eyes like smoke in the wind leaving only confused brown eyes staring up at Marcus’ concerned face.

“Marcus? Marcus, they’re in danger.  Marcus, we need to go… we need to…” Tomas coughed, and clawed at Marcus’ shirt front. He simultaneously tried to pull away. “We need to.”

“Hey, we need to nothing. You’re sick we’re staying here for now, okay.”  Marcus allowed his hands to unclench from Tomas’ shirt almost sheepishly, but let one hand linger on the sweat-soaked fabric before pulling away entirely as Tomas also released Marcus’ shirt. “We’re staying here.”

Marcus carefully didn’t ask what Tomas had seen.  He wasn’t sure he could resist the temptation of the chase, especially with no direction from the church to guide them.  But Tomas wasn’t in any state to fight demons and he shuddered to think whether that weakness was being exploited by someone or something right now.  

“We’re staying right here. Sleep, okay.”

Tomas looked as if he were about to fight, but lost the battle with his heavy eyelids before he could really start anything.  “We need to help them, Marcus. We need to…”

“Get some rest, Tomas.”

 *****

It’s okay to have doubt. It’s okay to have questions. When God gives you a job to do... There once was a cat with feet made of cloth and upside-down eyes… you have to drop everything… It hurts… Shame is a weapon; the demon will use it... You’re being manipulated by forces you can’t even begin to understand… and just start walking.

 Tomas awoke with a start, gasping for air and opened his eyes to darkness thick enough that for a moment he wondered if his eyes were open at all.  

A small bedside light flicked on nearby. Dim, yet blinding, and somehow terribly comforting as it chased away the nightmare. It left only after images and a sense of dread.

“You okay?”

“Yes, just a bad dream, I think.” Tomas found his voice came out as a croak; he swallowed and that hurt too.

He’d been dreaming, remembering some of the events of last year, like a skipping montage in nightmare form.  

“Yeah. Another nightmare.”

“Another one?”

A hand reached up and gave him a solid pat.  It was only then Tomas realised the voice had come from right beside him.  Marcus was sitting, propped up against the side table next to his bed.  From the groan he made as he pushed himself up, he’d probably been there for a while too. Marcus stretched and stood, a concerned look heightening the creases around his face in the dim light.

“Yeah another one. You don’t remember?  I’m not surprised really, you’ve been pretty out of it. What was it this time?”

“Nothing really, just bits and pieces.  Memories of our meeting, the visions that brought me to you.”

Marcus shrugged.  “It always comes back to the visions.”

“Sorry?”  Sometimes talking to Marcus could be like listening to one side of a conversation. He missed out important details.  

“The nightmares.  When you care to explain them, they always come down to your visions.”

Tomas coughed, but managed to control it.  He sat up, noting how tired he felt, his arms shaking to support his weight as he pushed himself up.  

“How long have we been here, Marcus?”

“Long enough.  I made some food if you can stomach it.  It’s all microwaved, but better than vending machine junk at least.” He moved to the small table in the room and picked up a bowl, offering it to Tomas.  

Tomas accepted the bowl, microwave chicken soup, with a small nod of thanks.  He was suddenly ravenous. He bowed his head to say a quiet Grace.

“God bless this microwave soup and the messed-up blokes eating it, amen.”

Tomas looked up at the words to note Marcus had also picked up a bowl for himself.  He grinned and gave a wink as he slurped down a large spoonful.

Tomas snorted gently, trying not to choke on the first mouthful, but finally He swallowed it down. "Don't be blasphemous, Marcus," he chided, but couldn't hide his own grin.  

“Marcus?”

“Yeah?”

Marcus gave him a look that said he’d definitely noted the more tentative, yet serious tone of Tomas’ voice.  

“I don’t know why, but I have these other images in my head.  I think… I have this feeling - I know where we need to go next.”

“I thought you might,” Marcus replied.  A sad but resigned look crossed his face as he deliberately concentrated on the soup rather than make eye contact.  “How about food and shower first, though. Then we’ll talk next moves.”

Tomas sipped his own soup thoughtfully, surprised by the other man’s lack of questions, but too tired to complain.  Instead he looked until he caught Marcus’ eyes and smiled tiredly.  

“Thank you.”  

**END**

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[uozlulu]

One thing that worries me about Simm's appearance in the preview clip for episode eleven is that it looks like it could have been recorded (though it could also as likely be a transmission in person). If it is recorded, then that reminds me of Moriarty's recording and how Missy has gone through a variation of Eurus' imprisonment, although not as harshly since the Doctor does visit.

I don't know if I want to sit through a PG DW version of the mess that was "The Final Problem" tbh, but at least the Mondovian Cybermen will be there. I hope they look creepy

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, January 9th

HARMONY Oh, my God! ANGEL Hamilton. HARMONY (high pitched, defensively, backing away from Angel) He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I certainly didn't betray you. ANGEL (pushing himself to his feet) Drop the act, Harm. HARMONY It's not an act. I'm really this nervous. ANGEL (stands) I knew you'd turn on me. I just didn't know when. HARMONY (annoyed) What do you mean you knew? ANGEL Loyalty really isn't high on your list. HARMONY Oh, is that right? I'll have you know I am damn loyal, dumbass. (crosses her arms) ANGEL (walks slowly, painfully toward her) You betrayed me. You are betraying me now, even as we are talking. HARMONY (raising her voice) Because you never have any confidence in me. ANGEL No, because you have no soul. HARMONY I would if you had confidence in me.

~~Not Fade Away~~

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