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sarahowritesostucky · 29 days

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Rating: Mature

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 1422

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Now that the 1st is over for anybody unlucky enough to stumble across this: it's an April Fool's chapter- not real.

11. Cheesecake

Two days later, Steve decides to take a late afternoon nap. He wakes from a very deep sleep to the sunlight gone from beyond the widows, and before he can even groan over however the hell long he’s slept, the sound of Bucky and Mary arguing—loudly—reaches his ears.

“Well I don’t care what she said! This is insane! You’re not going!”

“You can’t stop me!”

“You bet your ass I can!”

Steve groans and turns over in the bed. He’s so sick and tired of this. Having Mary stay at their place was a good idea, in theory, but it hasn’t worked out at all the way either he or Bucky were hoping. All it’s done is make all three of them miserable, and put a strain on his and Bucky’s marriage. Getting up, he decides to put his foot down. They can’t keep doing this.

Steve goes out to the living room, where Mary is dressed in a shocking amount of nothing, and what she is wearing all seems to be red latex. “Mare?” he says groggily.

Bucky whirls around. “Did you know about this?”

“I told you he doesn’t.”

“Know about what?” Steve asks grumpily.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first secret you’ve kept for her behind my back.”

Steve lowers the hand that’s been rubbing his eyes. Uh oh. Bucky is half naked, he notices, with his joggers and sneakers on and nothing else. Steve figures he must’ve been heading for the shower, as the arm is off, too.

Over by the door, Mary is shrugging on her coat. “I’ll see you guys later. Have a nice life."

“Hey! Don’t you open that door.”

When she opens it, Steve is surprised to see none other than Thor standing in the hallway.

“Is that … the Pro?” he asks, confusedly. Behind Thor’s mass are two other people, a girl and a man, also decked out in bold and scant sub wear. Oh, Steve thinks. That’s the girl who Mary made friends with at the CDP the other week. What was her name again? Daryl, Deena, Diane ...

“Darcy!” Bucky growls, pointing at her. “What the fuck did you talk her into?!”

“She doesn’t need you,” Darcy says bravely (or as bravely as she can from behind Thor’s massive body). “She’s gonna come live with us and be our sister-wife.”

“Your what?!”

“Don’t worry, fellows!” Thor booms with a smile. “My harem is a lovely place to live. I promise I’ll take excellent care of her!” He ignores Bucky’s furious expression and shoots Steve a thumbs up gesture. “Perhaps we’ll see you at the social!”

“Mary,” Bucky warns, but Mary’s already grabbed her purse and gone out the door. She waggles her fingers at them and says she'll send 'someone neutral' by for her stuff. “Don't worry about me,” she says. "I finally figured out what I really need."

The door shuts behind her, and Bucky and Steve just stand there for a while, processing what just happened.

“... what just happened?” Steve asks.

Bucky goes and throws himself onto the couch, looking totally stunned. “Mary decided that she’s going to get her custody transferred to Thor so she can live with Darcy and her boyfriend whatshisface at their house."

Steve’s heartrate picks up. “But … the custody order,” he says.

“Yeah.” Bucky glares across the room at Steve. “Apparently she went to Linda and told her we refused sex, so Linda signed off on it. A judge gave her a new ruling yesterday.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. That’s where she was all day, not at work.”

Steve gasps, in disbelief. “Well … there’s gotta be something we can do?!” He flings his arm at the door where Mary just left. “Where the hell was he taking her, anyway?”

“A social.” Bucky’s expression loses some of its bite, and he shakes his head. “Maybe this is for the best,” he mumbles. “She wasn’t getting what she needs here. We can’t force her to want us. And she obviously doesn’t.” He shakes his head, sighing. “It would’ve ended like this, anyway. So maybe she just saved us a lot of awkward conversations.”

Steve huffs, frustrated by that. “How could she not want us?” he complains, gesturing down his own body where he stands and then Bucky’s. “We’re way out of her league! She should’ve been jumping for joy that we wanted to be with—”

“Yeah well obviously there were mitigating factors,” Bucky snaps, looking bitterly down at the left side of his body where the arm isn’t. “So she finally went and did something right for herself. Good on her.”

Steve can’t believe what he’s hearing. He puts his hands on his hips, pissed at Bucky’s defeatist attitude. “So you’re not even gonna go after her?”

Bucky shakes his head. “What’s the point? We didn’t have a future with her. At least this way she’ll get what she needs … with someone she wants it from.”

Steve scoffs, angry, but then he deflates some. “Well fuck.”

Bucky nods. “Fuck indeed.”

Steve’s shoulders slump, and his focus shifts to making sure that Bucky’s okay. “Hey,” he nudges gently, going over to the couch. “What do you need, babe?”

Bucky gives him a sad but fond smile and holds his arm out along the back of the couch in indication. “Just you, Sweetheart. C’mere.”

Steve sinks down to snuggle up beside him, and the two of them talk quietly for a while about what the hell they’re going to do now. Now that the heat of the moment's worn off, they both can concede that there's no better person to take care of Mary than Thor. And this way, she'll have a best friend in Darcy as well. Not all relationships are meant to last, but that doesn't make them not meaningful.

And as for the two of them? Well ...

“You know you’re all I need,” Bucky says quietly to him later, once they’re in bed, in the dark, hands clasped between them and cum drying on their bellies. “Always were.”

Steve rolls over and gives him a tender kiss. “Me too, Buck. Me too.”

They don’t discover the farewell cheesecake in the fridge until the next morning, when both of them have already made love again and showered and resolved to look on the bright side about how they at least accomplished one thing: and that’s that they definitely saved Mary’s life and helped her go from a very bad place, to where she needs to be.

“Oh man,” Steve groans when he opens the fridge and sees them sitting there. “I’m gonna miss this, though.” He pulls out the two plates of cheesecake to show Bucky. “She really got to know our tastes, huh?” One of the slices is blueberry, the other is Dulce. Bucky smiles fondly and nods. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Yeah she did.”

They sit together and eat their respective slices at the breakfast bar, feeling much better about the outcome of things than they did yesterday. “I’m happy for her,” Bucky finally decides, because he is. “And we’ll always be able to keep in touch. So that’s good.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “It’s good.” They share a warm smile of affection and briefly clasp hands. Steve raises his eyebrows at Bucky’s metal arm. “Do you really need that if we're just goin' to the farmer’s market?”

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. “Naw. You're right.” He comes around the breakfast bar and offers his left side to Steve with a loving smile. “Why don’t you help me take it off?”

Steve does, and he knows that they’re going to be alright.

Epilogue:

Mary forms a relationship with Thor and falls in love with him. Darcy and Ian are just her friends, and they all wind up living together in one house, in a polyamorous relationship.

Mary texts Steve and Bucky starting a few days after her departure, apologizing for how she left, but that she knows it was for the best. All three of them maintain contact through texting and the occasional event at the CDP, and they all forgive each other and form an incredible friendship (so much so that sometimes even Thor gets jealous!)

Bucky and Steve entertain the idea of dating around for a potential third, but they eventually decide that they’re it for each other, and Bucky just uses the Pro subs at the CDP from time to time.

All in all, they’re happy, and it’s very gratifying to know that they helped Mary get her life turned around. She even winds up opening her own little micro bakery not too far from their place, so Steve and Bucky can continue enjoying the delicious desserts she makes.

Mary, Darcy, and Thor have an informal poly wedding ceremony (which Bucky and Steve happily attend), opting against a traditional marriage that would only recognize one of them, and within two years, both Mary and Darcy are expecting!

Bucky and Steve enthusiastically agree to be the baby’s godparents. The experience convinces them to pursue adoption themselves.

And after the Christening, everyone gathers at the CDP for a wonderful celebration … with loads of cheesecake.

Please don't hate me for this ending! I really think it's in the characters best interests and a more realistic ending for all three of them.

... And it's April 1st though, so ...

This wasn't a real chapter. And it's basically the only harmless prank I can play on anyone today, so. There you have it. Happy April Fool's day! (and 🤞🏻please don't unsubscribe in anger 😅)

And in case you're not a fan of pranks: well I'm writing the next (real) chapter today and (should be) able to post either tonight or tomorrow night, so don't fume too much! 🥰

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Miss steal ya things (Reader x Kaz Brekker)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: Kaz and you are enemies at first but you start to fall for each other. You have an argument with him in the rain (like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet fight scene) where you kiss afterwards despite what was said.

Kaz hastened himself up the stairs. Whatever he wanted almost in his grasp. He could almost feel it. The weight of it in his hand. All that pure gold dangling from a necklace. Behind him, he heard some grunts. Letting him know Nina was taking them out. Upstairs there was commotion. He knew Inej was clearing the path for him. She had taken the approach from above, making her way down while Nina worked her way up.

He also knew Wylan and Jesper were waiting outside with a carriage. When the time came, they’d stop underneath the window so he could escape. He moved aside, pushing himself to the wall when a man came rolling down the stairs. Kaz looked up with a grunt, seeing Inej smile apologetic. Her attention drawn away when another man came at her, making her move backwards, knives in the ready.

Kaz went further up, stepping over some fallen people thanks to Inej. He knew right where to be. He took a left, opening the door. His eyes widened at seeing something he did not expect. Staring frozen at a girl, holding his precious necklace. – “Put that down!” – Kaz ordered with a firm point.

You stared in shock back at him. – “I’m sorry I didn’t know this was yours.” – you replied showing him the necklace. Kaz clenched his jaw making you smile. – “A necklace doesn’t seem to suit you.” – you said mockingly with a sarcastic smile. Kaz smiled sarcastically back. You let the necklace slide into your pocket for him to see. You wanted him to know what you just stole right from under his nose. Kaz gritted his teeth, lashing out to you.

You jumped away. Kaz stumbled against the desk, grabbing for nothing. Hastened he turned himself around, staring with wide eyes at you. You opened the widow, taking out the necklace again. – “I’ll let you have a souvenir.” – you pulled a ruby out of the necklace, throwing it at him. Kaz caught it, looking at the ruby in his gloved hand. You winked, letting yourself drop out of the window. Kaz hurried over to the window, grabbing the framework while sticking his head out.

You had fallen onto his carriage. He watched how Jesper and Wylan were surprised and confused when you came sitting between them for a second. Saluted them and then took off. Kaz punched his fist into the wall hard out of anger. From this day on, he had made an enemy.

You duck down, moving past barrels to stay out of sight. Coming to a stop, you dared yourself to peek over a barrel. Immediately ducking down when you saw one of Brekker’s crows stand on the port. He was whistling, tossing a coin up to catch in his hand. Seeing him made you smile. You were in the right place. Keeping a low profile, you moved further. Well aware of the wraith watching from above. You knelt down, turning around leaning close to the barrels.

Looking up, you watched the roofs of the storing houses close to the docks. Moving your hand up, holding your thumb and index finger up. Squinting your eye, you moved your hand to a spot on the roof. The wraith’s silhouette fitting perfectly between your fingers. – “Found you.” – you whispered pleased. Now that you knew her position it was but a matter of staying out of her sights. Moving further you saw the heartrender flirt with some dockworkers.

Good she was keeping them busy for you. There was still no sign of Brekker or the other kid. You neared the ship, sneaking on it. You staid low, shuffling closer to the lower decks. There you waited a few seconds before making your way down. Down below the compartment was lighted up with a few candle holders. You smirked seeing the boy stand with his back towards you. Still no sign of Brekker.

“I’ll take that.” – you said, taking out a gun. The guy got startled, bumping with his back to the crates at the sight of you. You smiled, tilting your head a bit to the side. – “I’ll take whatever you are packing.” – you said twirling with your finger at him. The boy blinked confused, looking rather nervous. – “You…you want it… it all?” – he repeated slightly confused. You sighed loud. – “Yes I’ll take whatever Brekker is trying to steal.” – you responded. The boy wasn’t sure what you wanted. – “Uhm…” – he looked behind him to the crates. – “What’s in the crates?” – you asked, making him aware of your gun.

He moved his hands up desperately. – “Just… chemicals.” – he told you with a slight stutter. – “Chemicals?” – you repeated lowering your gun on him. – “Uhm yes… chemicals I produced myself.” – he explained, not sure why he even told you. – “Huh.” – you said loud trying to process it. Scratching the gun against the back of your head, the boy seemed frantic about it. Worried you’d might shoot yourself in the head or so.

“W…watch that!” – he said having almost jumped at you to take it from you. – “What? This?” – you said lowering the gun. He nodded shy. – “Worthless.” – you said carelessly holding one finger through the loop, the gun flopped upside down. – “Doesn’t even have bullets in it.” – you chuckled out. – “What?” – the boy blurted out. – “I got you there didn’t I.” – you laughed tossing the useless gun aside. – “I’m no fan of guns.” – you told him.

“So Brekker isn’t here to steal anything?” – you asked after some silence. – “No.” – the boy answered immediately. – “Shame…” – you shrugged your shoulders. – “What is he planning on doing then?” – you asked coming closer. The boy fluttered confused with his eyelashes when you came standing beside him, looking inside the crates. – “He… he means to blow it up.” – Wylan said, maybe regretting he did. You stared at Wylan. – “Boom.” – Wylan mimicked with sound effects and hand movements. It made you laugh loud. – “You are funny. I like you.” – you told him.

Wylan chuckled softly, rubbing his hands nervously together. – “You… you are the girl that keeps stealing our stuff right?” – Wylan asked, questioning your presence. You hummed loud. – “Y/n!” – you said, holding your hand out. – “Wylan.” – he responded, shaking it. You sighed loud, looking at the crates once more. – “Shame there is nothing to steal from him. I would’ve loved to see his face when I did.” – you said to yourself. – “Anyways say my regrets to Brekker. You should definitely tell him I was here.” – you told him with a wink.

You plucked a self-made bomb from the crate. – “Also I’m holding onto this.” – you said pinching Wylan in his cheek. Wylan rubbed his cheek watching you head back out. Funny. He thought you were strange but funny. He could see why Kaz got so worked up over you.

Wylan returned to his chemicals and bomb hearing suddenly loud tapping of a cane on the wood. Kaz emerged down. – “Is everything in order?” – he asked looking around, still standing on a few steps. – “Yes…” – Wylan responded. – “Just uhm…” – he started. – “Just what?” – Kaz cut through. – “Well your uhm… the girl appeared… Y/n.” – Wylan said making Kaz clench his hand.

“She thought you were stealing something… she just left… although she did take one of the bombs I made.” – Wylan said innocently. Kaz tapped his cane loudly onto the stairs. Annoyed, he turned around. – “Finish up!” – he ordered Wylan before heading back up. He walked up on the docks, Inej dropping down beside him. – “You missed her!” – he pointed out to catch her on her neglecting.

Inej stopped, staring stunned in front of her. – “How? I…” – she said getting back in motion to catch up with Kaz. – “I…I should’ve seen her. I had the best view.” – Inej continued. – “But you didn’t.” – Kaz spoke back angry. – “Now she’s run off with a bomb of mine.” – he said walking firmly as Inej had stopped following him.

You outdid yourself of the cloak, you had been wearing as a disguise. Having snuck into the building. Taking careful routes, you made your way over to the office of interest. You had to be quick before Kaz Brekker would be there before you. You ran past a window on the swirling staircase, catching quick that it had started to rain. Panting loud, you reached the top. Busting into the office. Your eyes widened seeing Kaz Brekker. He was leaning against the desk, casually going through some papers.

Once you entered, he barely looked up from them. – “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.” – he said turning a page. You looked confused behind you. You thought for sure you’d be here before him. – “How did you…” – you wondered. Kaz laid the papers down, taking his cane that had been leaning against the desk. – “Got here before you?” – he rephrased with a sly smile. – “Dear Y/n. I adapt.” – he said moving a heartful hand to his chest. You blinked confused. – “I knew you’d keep tabs on me, trying to snatch any of my prizes from under my nose.” – he started to move closer to you.

“It was but a matter of making you believe my plan while actually there was a plan underneath the plan.” – he said proudly standing face to face with you. You stared back at him, hating to admit how perfectly clever that was of him. He smirked back at you. – “Apologies but I believe this is mine to take.” – he said, patting his chest, letting you know he was hiding the papers there. You slowly started to clap for his amusement. – “I must applaud you Brekker. You are not so dumb after all.”

Kaz swayed his finger from side to side. – “I am many things Y/n, but not dumb.” – he answered. Kaz and you kept staring at each other till you heard something clatter into the room. Kaz and you looked down at the tube where smoke was sizzling out. Kaz’s eyes widened. – “Run!” – he called out, pushing you aside. He dived back just in time as the tube went off. Bombing the room with a bright light. The blast made you crash against the wall.

Kaz and your ears were buzzing, coughing loud trying to get up. Kaz felt a sting of pain on the side of his face. Touching it brief, he felt the bruising. He kept coughing, seeing you lay down on the ground. In an attempt to head over to you, he stumbled back to the ground. You were moving a bit restless making him crawl over the floor to reach you. A bit of his hearing coming back as he heard commotion on the stairs. He poked you with his cane. – “Get up…” – he coughed out. – “Y/n get up!” – he ordered, poking you more.

You slowly got up, coughing loud. Kaz kept poking you to get a move on. Both of you got up, helping each other. You duck down, covering up your ears when shots were fired inside the office. Kaz ducked down as well, holding his arm over you. – “The window!” – he shouted with a firm head motion. You nodded stumbling over to it. Kaz broke the window with his cane, glass clattering on the ground.

The rain outside pouring heavily. He stuck his head out, looking for a way out. He saw a carriage approach. If he timed it right, it would break your fall when you jump down. More shots were getting fired into the office, making you jump out of your skin. Kaz turned to you. – “You jump when I say so!” – he said angrily. You looked down for yourself. – “No way!” – you called out, taking a step back. Did he not know how high that was? Did he just wanted you to jump out of the window to crack your skull open, so he’d be rid of you?

Kaz clenched his jaw, looking down to see the carriage near. Not up for a discussion, he grabbed you firmly by your clothing. Pulling hard at it as he tossed you out of the window. You screamed loud when he came jumping out after you. Your back hit the roof of the carriage hard. Just in time you were able to roll over or Kaz would’ve fallen on top of you. He lifted his head up, puffing some hair out of his face. The carriage rode further away making him look back to the building.

In the window he spotted some men, pointing their guns out to shoot. His eyes widened, grabbing you again by the clothing. You squeaked when he pulled you with him off the carriage. You landed on some sacks that broke your fall. – “Get up!” – he ordered kicking you with his cane. You struggled to get up as he rolled with his eyes, holding his cane out to you. You took it, letting him pull you up to your feet. He gave you a push against your back with his cane, insisting you’d go a certain way.

The rain getting you soaking wet. Kaz motioned with his head for you to continue to walk. He and you started to run, taking shelter from the rain underneath a roofing. Panting loud, you let yourself lean against the wall. Kaz glanced your way, catching his breath. Taking in a deep breath, he felt compelled by you. – “Y/n.” – he started asking for your attention. You turned to him, startled. – “Why’d you save me? It certainly felt out of character for you.” – you stated watching something change in his gaze.

Something shy and as if it was so clear. You recognized it making you step back. He saved you because he cared. You pressed your lips together, finding it hard to believe. – “I did not intend for this. I tried everything to snuff it out.” - Kaz tightened his jaw. – “Are you laughing at me?” – he asked. – “No.” – you replied fierce. – “Are you rejecting me?” – he then asked, seeing how silent you remained. – “I am told the feelings that you harbor against everyone will help you overcome it.” – you stated.

Kaz looked rather uncertain. – “May I ask why I am repulsed?” – he continued. – “And I may ask why so evident in desire of insulting me, you chose to tell me you like me against your better judgement.” – you called out. – “No, believe me I…” – Kaz cut through, but you waltzed right over him with your words. – “If I was so uncivil then that is some excuse, but you know I have other reasons.” – you said firmly. In the distance the sky was rumbling with thunder.

“Like what?” – Kaz said back annoyingly. – “What of Wylan?” – you asked. Kaz visibly looked frustrated. – “What about Wylan?” – he snapped. – “What excuse can you give me for your behavior towards him.” – you spoke as he approached intimidatingly. – “You are taking an eager interest in him?” – Kaz replied. – “He told me of his treatment.” – you spoke, staring intensely into his eyes. – “Oh yes his treatment have been very great indeed.” – Kaz answered sarcastically.

“You ruin his personality and yet you treat him with sarcasm.” – you made clear. Kaz stared briefly down at your lips. – “So this is your opinion of me?” – he said hurtful. – “Thank you for explaining so fully!” – he called out. His gaze caught up in yours. – “Perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt…” – he called out, angering you. – “My pride?” – you shouted at him. – “And my honesty!” – he yelled louder to overpower your voice. – “Admitting our relationship could you expect me to rejoice in the annoyance of your circumstances.” – he continued.

“And those are the words of a gentleman?” – you said closer to his face. – “From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and your selfish feelings towards others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever fall in love with!” – you made clear to him. Kaz let his gaze go over you while you were out of breath. He leaned his head a bit closer, hesitant if he should.

His gaze drifted away to your lips. Sucking in a breath, he grabbed your head, forcing his lips onto yours. You inhaled loud, grabbing him as well. Lips desperately moving over his. He kept kissing you, guiding your back up against the wall. Lips rough against one another to release all the buildup tension. No matter the words that had fallen here, he knew they were lies. You knew it as well. Kissing him made that clear. The two of you were just to stubborn to admit it at first.

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horseshoegirl · 1 year

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Damn Those Dog Tags - Part 2:

Hello, I Love You

AN: FYI... I cried at the likes, reblogs, and comments you all left. I didn't expect that at all! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

A lot more of Sadie came out in this one than I expected.

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❗️18+, strong language, sexual themes, Jake being Jake, godmother reader/original female character, Original child character.

#3K Words

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Finding sunlight never seemed to be an issue in California.

Penny asked if you could open the bar on your day off while she ran a few errands with Amelia. After dropping Sadie off at her tutoring lesson, you had time to spare, and the beach was the perfect place to read until your shift started.

Penny had set up a pair of Adirondack chairs under an umbrella just off the back deck of the Hard Deck. It was your favourite place to go on breaks or when you arrived early, such as today. Rummaging in your bag, you pulled out your book, eyes fixated on the cover.

Pride and Prejudice was the go-to for Ridley and you. Whenever one of you had a bad day or couldn’t sleep, you’d huddle together on the couch and put it on the TV. You attempted to show it to Sadie last year. While she was too young to appreciate it then, she loved that all the best camera angles seemed to focus on Elizabeth Bennet, especially when she stood on that cliffside.

It had been a promise between sisters you’d read the book together, having purchased your copy the week before her death. While you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the movie again just yet, you felt you owed it to her to read the book.

The world belonging to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet was far more intriguing than your own. It wasn’t till you came to a part of the book that lulled, did you looked up to see an infamous game of Dogfight Football taking place on the shore. You spied a few of the Daggers mixed in with the newer Top Gun pilots. Rooster wouldn’t be there. He was running a few errands for you before picking up Sadie.

You smiled wholeheartedly, seeing Bob lose it over at what you supposed was a touchdown. Mav attempted to explain the game to you once upon a time, something about running offence and defence simultaneously. Any explanation left you even more confused than you were before.

Phoenix started the game again, shouting at Coyote to be open for her incoming throw. Bob lined up in front of a blonde pilot you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t until Bob shouted at him for faking a throw did you realize you were ogling at the newly returned Dagger your friends warned you about.

For just a moment, you understood why the bartenders before you gave in. Hangman was every girl’s hot dream come to life. The million-dollar smile. Muscles for days. A face you were sure would be perfectly symmetrical if you took a ruler to it.

Yet, you could only focus on those damn dog tags swaying in space above his sternum—that little divet, which led down between his perfectly sculpted abs. The part of your brain with no impulse control picturing everything you could do to that divet.

The other part reeled you in, shouting ‘in your dreams’ and ‘he’d leave you out to dry too.’

Startled by the alarm on your phone, you forced yourself to peel your eyes away, close your book and make your way up the back steps to open the bar.

Ridley’s jean jacket protected you from a strong gust of wind blowing up sand as you unlocked the door. You remembered when she found it in that thrift store, losing it over the David Bowie-inspired patch on the back. It was one of the many belongings you brought from her townhouse, the rest tucked away in storage to be dealt with another day. You always made sure the first song playing on the Jukebox when you opened was something by Bowie.

A few people trickled in from the beach once they realized the bar was open, and you did your best to handle the intake until Jimmy could relieve you of the pressure.

A keg was giving you issues, your back facing the busier part of the bar as you crouched down to adjust a loose nozzle.

“What’s it like being the most beautiful girl in this bar?”

Yes, Hangman was perfect on the eyes. Then he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.

You stood up, keeping your back turned, “What’s it like being the biggest liar in the world?”

“Not a liar if it's true.”

You turned to face him, a hand on your hip. “Does that work on all the unfortunate girls who stumble into your path, Hangman?”

“I see my reputation precedes me.”

A man with charm was a dangerous thing. And Hangman was indeed that man. Sitting at your bar, arms perched, the most Mona Lisa smile you’ve ever seen gracing his face.

“Nobody,” you said, “could be so forward and expect to get away with it.”

“What do you say about tonight? Your place or mine?” That cocky smirk was begging to be wiped off his face.

You kept yourself busy, trying to avoid looking at his eyes as much as possible. You weren’t expecting them to be so green.

“I have a date with a bug and some friends.” The urge to clean something with the rag on your shoulder was getting harder to ignore. You needed to do something with your hands.

“Ditch them.”

That made you look up, staring blankly at him, “Your friends must call you an asshole if that’s how you’d treat them.”

A toothpick had somehow now made its way between his teeth. You weren't sure whether you wanted to pull it out of his mouth or stare at what he was doing with it. You made a note to hide the small canister under the bar the next time he showed up.

“One of the nicest assholes you could ever hope to meet.”

You rolled your eyes. “I have a list with your name in the girl's bathroom that says otherwise.”

“For a good time, call Hangman?” This guy didn’t know when to quit.

You snorted, “Hardly.”

“Come on, do you think that poorly of me? Let Hangman show you a good time.”

It was your turn to smirk. You leaned against the bar, resting your elbows on the space before him, tipping forward just enough to intrude upon his personal space.

“You want to know what I think?” His eyes dropped to your lips.

“I think you’ve mastered the art of your southern Texas charm,” You took the rag from your shoulder and started to wipe at part of the bar between his arms.

“A handsome naval pilot,” keeping your eyes down, you continued, “a few pretty verses with just enough of that southern accent, making even the shyest of women hope to drop their pants for a promise of a good time.”

His voice was low as he spoke, “Here I am. Just say the word.”

You couldn’t believe this guy. Any thought you had entertained of inviting him tonight or in the future vanished. Bradley and Natasha were right. He did flirt with anything within a five-mile radius.

“What else can you offer someone other than the promise of a good time, Hangman?” You pushed yourself away from him, reaching for a misplaced whiskey glass. “After all, why did all of Penny’s previous bartenders quit after being around you?”

You reached for the bottle of sanitizer, spraying your rag. “Do you see women as a means to an end? Wham, Bam, thank you, mam? Or is the thought of forming something deeper with someone just too damn hard?”

His mouth gaped open.

You put your back to him as you finished, “I’m not the type of girl guys like you go to for one-night stands. Considering you won’t tell me your real name and assuming I’d ditch my friends for a guy.”

No matter how you said it, the slight bitterness was there. “Go leave some other girl hanging, Hangman.”

You waited a moment, gathering the courage to turn around to ask if he wanted something from the bar before a voice caught your attention.

“Liz!” Bradley shouted, Sadie trailing on his heels with her backpack dragging behind her.

“Hey, Bradley,” You smiled at him before looking down at Sadie, her eyes downcast and shoulders slumped. Her morning couldn’t have gone any more wrong.

“How was tutoring, Sweetheart?”

“Mr. Turner was mean to me again.” You frowned.

“The numbers don’t make sense. I try to ask questions, but he either makes it more confusing or refuses to answer and tells me to figure it out myself.”

“He doesn’t know how you learn, Bug. You’ll get it.” Rooster attempting to offer encouraging words.

The Math Makes Sense textbooks she brought home were anything but. The pair of you spending nights tearing your hair out at the kitchen table over the most obscure questions. Amelia tried, but she had a preference for English.

“Elizabeth,” Hangman realized, looking slightly shocked. “Penny mentioned you.”

You smiled, mocking his words before, “I see my reputation precedes me.”

He looked down at Sadie, who firmly attached herself to Rooster’s hand, “Then you must be Sadie.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Or Bug, that’s what they call me,” rocking her hand in Bradley’s.

You grimaced as he raised his eyebrow, clearly figuring out Sadie was the Bug and the Daggers, the friends you were referring to.

“Hangman.”

“Rooster.”

“What, they finally kicked you out of Texas?”

“Someone has to be around to save your as.. butt,” his eyes dropped to Sadie with a slight wince.

She rolled her eyes with as much dramatic flare as a ten-year-old could muster.

“I’m ten. I’ve heard worse,” she mumbled before climbing onto one of the bar stools and pulling her homework out of her bag. You couldn’t refute her; the swear jar in your kitchen was evidence enough. Its presence reminding the Daggers a ten-year-old was in their company.

“Nice,” Rooster pointed to Sadie. “I knew you were an idiot, but this just proved it.”

Clearly, Hangman saving his life did nothing to change Rooster's attitude towards this teammate.

You were thankful the sound of glass hitting the floor pulled you away from whatever was happening between the two, a quick ‘I’ll be right back’ to Sadie and a strict glare at Bradley before you walked over to a group of newer Top Gun pilots trying to clean up the mess.

“You think you can handle this guy for a few minutes? I gotta run a few errands,” Rooster jerking his thumb towards Hangman.

Sadie looked him over before sarcastically glaring back at Rooster. “You're joking, right?”

Rooster smiled, roughing up her hair, before turning to leave.

“Bye, Bug.” He shouted over his shoulder.

She didn’t even look up, too focused on the cover of her textbook, when she called out, “Bye, Uncle Roo.”

Sadie took a deep breath before finding the page she had been working on with her tutor in her textbook. The man didn’t know how to explain anything, let alone math. She tried hard to understand what he was saying, but the comments about how he’d expect this from a kid being raised by a single woman were annoying.

She knew you and her mom would want her to bite her tongue. But she'd never own up to it if her foot accidentally strayed too far to hit his shin.

It was a few seconds before she flipped her pencil, harshly erasing the page, before throwing her forehead down onto the bar with a thump in defeat.

With an amused look from the pilot sitting beside her and a slight chuckle at her antics, he asked, “That bad?”

She looked up at him, head resting on crossed arms over her textbook. “My tutor is a total idiot.”

“Oh really?”

“I know I don’t understand this stuff, but I would expect a math tutor would.” She felt hopeless. A few teachers at her new school wanted her to succeed and gave her chances to catch up. But math? Every teacher she ever encountered seemed like they set her up to fail.

He leaned closer to her, staring down at the part of her textbook that wasn’t covered by her arms, “What’s the culprit?”

“Fractions,” she was almost ashamed to admit. “Doing things with them.”

“Could I take a look?”

Sadie raised her head. She had no idea who this guy was. But, if he was offering to help her with her homework, Math no less, he couldn’t be that much of an idiot.

“I haven’t seen you before. Are you a pilot?” doubting he could handle something like this if four other people had already failed.

“The best there is,” he replied casually. “Dagger Squad would be lost without me.”

She looked at him skeptically, contemplating her answer. Finally, she pushed her textbook over to him, “Okay, wow me, ‘Hangman.’”

You occasionally glanced back at Sadie as you cleaned up the broken glass. With Bradley gone, Hangman had moved closer to her, one of her butterfly-themed pencils in his hand as the two passed her notebook back and forth, engaged in a lengthy conversation.

You knew right away what was going on. The git was helping her with her math homework. You didn’t know whether to be pissed off at him, pissed off Rooster left her alone with him, or grateful somebody was willing to explain the damn stuff to her.

“Are you coming tonight?” Sadie asked, punching something into her calculator.

“I’m assuming this is the ‘date’ your Aunt mentioned,” flipping the pencil in his hand.

“Something always happens on a Saturday Night,” she wrote something down. “Whether it's dinner, game night, a movie… Rooster’s karaoke ideas.”

She felt a shiver go through her body at the last one. While she loved her Uncle, Great Balls of Fire was getting old.

He shrugged. “Wasn’t invited.”

Sadie frowned, watching him glance at you laughing with the pilots apologizing for the mess. “I thought all the Daggers came over on Saturday nights.”

“Not me.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips posed, before sliding her notebook over to him, pointing to the question she had just answered with the end of her pencil.

He glanced down, “You got it.”

She punched the air, wiggling in her seat. Hangman smiled.

Settling down from her mini celebration, she peered at him thoughtfully, watching him glance at her Aunt. “My Aunt said I could invite someone. Come.”

“I don’t think I’m the person she wanted you to invite.”

“Too bad,” She was quick to answer. “Something tells me you have trouble making friends, and I need some.”

Hangman scoffed, “I do not have trouble making friends. Rooster and I just don’t see eye to eye on things.”

“You're kidding. He’s a softy.” She realized she needed to change her tactic when he didn't react.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the chicken. And you could hang out with Coyote, he’s barbecuing something tonight. Guys seem to like that stuff.”

Seeing his face, she knew he was coming up with a way to let her down gently. She hated when grown-ups did that. Noticing you were coming back over and her window to convince him was closing, she quickly dragged her notebook back to her.

“Promise me you’ll at least show up,” flipping through the pages, she tore off a piece of paper, scribbling down something before placing it in front of him.

“5 o’clock. This address.” Then one last final attempt, “Or is ‘Mr. Best there is’ scared of a little campfire?”

Reaching the bar, you picked up your forgotten rag and stood in front of the two. Sadie staring somewhat hopefully at Hangman, who was peaking at something in the palm of his hand.

“How’s the Math homework, Bug?”

“Better!” She snapped her notebook shut, turning to face you. “He helped me.”

You gave Hangman a pointed look. “Did he now? Well, thank you, Hangman.”

He gave a tense smile and a nod. “Anytime.”

Watching him stand, you caught him out of the corner of your eye, pocketing something into his shorts. You guessed whatever it was, it had to have come from the notebook Sadie so conveniently snapped shut the minute you spoke.

You straighten your back, putting on your best customer service smile. “I guess we’ll be seeing you around.”

Suddenly, the damn smirk was back to gracing his face. “Tonight. Thank you for the invite, Ms. Sadie.”

Your smile dropped. “Wait, what?”

Sadie giggled loudly at your reaction, secretly pleased he gave in. “You're welcome,” She sang out.

You gawked as he leaned down next to Sadie, whispering something in her ear before she turned her head, hand blocking her mouth to say something back, a beaming smile across her face as he stepped away.

“Elizabeth,” he winked at you as he turned to leave.

You watched him go, playfully tossed your rag down on the space next to her once he was out of earshot, exclaiming, “What the hell was that!?”

Sadie only continued to smile, a dreamy look on her face as she placed her head back into her arms, watching the blonde aviator walk out the door, “He was never invited.”

“Why do you think that might be?”

She ignored your question. “He’s part of the Daggers. That makes him family.”

“All families have bad eggs,” a quiet grumble on your lips.

She looked up at you, her forehead pinched, and her stare final, “You said no questions asked.”

Shit.

When you told Sadie she could invite a friend to the Dagger night get-togethers, you thought she’d pick a new friend from school. Maybe one of the kids she played street hockey with, a friend from soccer. You told her no questions asked. Anyone she wanted, hoping it would encourage her to make new friends.

You glared at her. “Sadie.”

“Aunt Elizabeth.”

She pinned you with her eyes, daring you to move. To blink. To make a sound. To give her an answer that was anything but what she wanted to hear.

Life choices were being regretted. There was no way you were winning a staring contest against a ten-year-old. And you never backed out on a promise.

“Fine! Fine!” you gave in, throwing your hands up. “But you have to break the news to Rooster.”

With a giddy smile and a stuck-out tongue, she picked up her pencil, happy to return to the rest of her questions with a sudden newfound eagerness.

You returned to polishing the forgotten whiskey glass, biting your bottom lip and thinking, ‘I still didn’t get his name.’

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PAC READING: WHAT'S YOUR NEXT SIGNIFICANT LOVE CONNECTION?

GROUPS: 1 - 2 - 3 4 - 5 - 6

INSTRUCTION: Pick a picture that speaks to you/you are the most drawn to, check out which group it belongs to, and scroll down to read what your reading is about! PLEASE do not choose more than one, unless you feel very strongly about two groups.

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Decks used: The Dreamkeepers Tarot, Mystic Dreamer Tarot, Egyptian Tarot, Witches Tarot, Romance Angels Oracle, Crystal Wisdom Oracle, Angelarium Oracle, Literary Witches Oracle, Gypsy Cards, Dark Mirror Oracle.

GROUP 1

How will you meet this person?

(High Priestess, The Magician, 5 of Cups Reversed, The Fool, Ace of Wands, Page of Wands Reversed)

Literally, anything that is connected to witchcraft, religion or spirituality in general. Could be church if you're Christian, could be an esoteric shop, could be a specific event where witchy people meet up or have their rituals, coven maybe. So again, anything that is connected to beliefs but also magic and rituals. This is a brief description because for every single one of you it's going to be a different situation. There's a lot of energy flowing so I think of a place where there are lots of people and it's a little bit chaotic, a lot is happening. One thing is for sure; you're going to be in a good place mentally when you meet. Look out for Aquarius season (January/February) and Aries season (March/April). For others of you Scorpio/Cancer season.

Who are they?

(Hierophant, 7 of Pentacles Reversed, Queen of Cups Reversed, Knight of Wands Reversed, 5 of Pentacles, 8 of Cups Reversed)

They are a very serious person with strong male energy. If I had to compare them to someone, it would be Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. This is this type of person; kinda cold, serious, strict, well-mannered, calm, critical, doesn't talk much, doesn't like social activities, prefers to be alone, cynical, and someone who complains. Just imagine Mr. Darcy! They're a pessimist for sure, but someone who is loyal and has a hard time letting go of people they love. They repress their feelings a lot and are not very good at social cues. Their career is well-developed, and they have money or prestige for sure. Their love language is acts of love and quality time. They are not fond of physical love or affirmations. Likes books. Would like to have a partner that is equal when it comes to intelligence and hobbies.

Their energy has strong earth vibes (especially Capricorn) but let's see what the cards say.

Astro Details from my Astro Cards: Sun/Ascending in Fire Sign, influential/stelliums in 12th/6th/3rd house, Saturn in Earth Sign or influential Saturn, influential Venus/Pluto, influential Aquarius. We have lots of Air and Earth energy.

From Tarot: influential Taurus/Cancer/Leo, Saturn/Mercury in Taurus, Saturn in Pisces.

So, in conclusion: strong Saturn/Capricorn/Taurus energy, strong earth and air energy.

The energy of the connection.

(ALL REVERSED - 4 of Wands, Page of Cups, High Priestess, Queen of Pentacles, Justice, 7 of Pentacles)

This connection will require a lot of work from both of you. You are different people, sometimes too different to communicate properly and this connection is here to teach you how to fix whatever needs fixing. It's a very important connection for you, dare I say karmic. Will you be long together? I can't say, it varies from person to person. All I know is it's going to be very tiring and frustrating as if you can't find the same wavelength. There are feelings, of course, but your person will not be used to expressing themselves when it comes to emotions and what's underneath and you're just going to ask and ask because you want to know them but they're so mysterious all the time. There's a lot of stress, and hardly any fun. Will you be happy with this connection? No. I think it can last a few months but you will quickly see negatives.

Channeled message from this person.

(The World Reversed, 6 of Pentacles, King of Swords, Strength, 10 of Wands, 5 of Wands Reversed)

I wish we had more time together; I really tried, you have to believe me. It just feels like the world was against us and our relationship was always destined to fail. I would give you everything I could and I would buy you everything you wanted, but you didn't want my money or fancy stuff. You just wanted someone that will fulfill your emotional needs and I thought I could, but in reality, I am unable to make you happy. We were both fed up and exhausted. I know I'm too rough on the edges and the soft side of me is so well-hidden that no one has seen it yet. I didn't want to fight so I let you yell at me and say whatever you wanted to tell me, hoping it would be enough; hoping I didn't have to express my feelings for you. I wish I could do things differently, but then again, I probably wouldn't.

The Universe's take on this connection.

(Pond, Noose, Yesod, Phanuel, Uriel, Peaceful Among The Thorns, Atonement, Malady, Sweetheart, You Deserve Love, Chemistry, Mookaite Jasper, Carnelian)

With the Pond and Noose (they come from the same deck) it's like... "I will save you from drowning but you have to hang yourself" type of connection. As in there was never a good option or a way to fix whatever was wrong between you. You can drown in a Pond or you can die by a Noose. There was never an option of saving this connection.

Malady and Sweetheart: those two cards only show women so it's almost like the only one that was driven to bed (as in sick) was you. Your person was fine, you were the only one getting the short end of a stick, so to speak. From this energetic person to a nightmare-looking person. This connection was just bad for you.

Yesod (Root/Connection), Phanuel (Angel of Truth), Uriel (Angel of Flame): Yesod "forms the gate between physical and spiritual", it's also the last emanation so in this relationship, the connection is severed or non-existent. You're just from different worlds. Uriel, on the other hand, just tells me of a more physical/sexual aspect of your connection. The flame is weak, Uriel "knows only yearning" and here the attraction is... not there. Maybe you just have different views on sex or different kinks. Now, finally, Phanuel here means that both of you knew what were you going into, you knew the truth of this connection, yet you chose it.

Chemistry and You Deserve Love: another sign of no chemistry, my dudes and You Deserve Love just means you deserve better. Not that this person was toxic, they weren't for you, that's all.

Mookaite Jasper and Carnelian: this connection is a challenge and a learning experience so treat it as one. There are misunderstandings and differences in the sexual area.

Frequency: earthy to medium/high. Chakras: base x2, sacral x2, earth star. Soul Path: drawing on ancestral wisdom and expressing soul vitality. Mookaite Jasper: You are what you eat. Good nutrition with wholesome organic foods sustains your well-being. Carnelian: Sufficient vitamins and minerals support your metabolism for optimum well-being.

Atonement and Peaceful Among Thorns: for something beautiful to appear in our life, we have to go through shit and mud. We have to pay more than what is due, creating closure. You can't speed or slow this process down, you can't manifest just because you don't want this tough connection.

SONGS:

New Ways by Daughter

goodbye by Billie Eilish

They Own This Town by flora cash

2002 - Demo by Jess Benko

Sit Next To Me by Foster The People

The Only Heartbreaker by Mitski

Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

Summer '09 by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

All Through The Night by Sleeping At Last

Sweetheart, What Have You Done To Us by Keaton Hanson

Become The Warm Jets by Current Joys

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GROUP 2

How will you meet this person?

(6 of Wands Reversed, The Moon, Page of Wands Reversed, The Fool Reversed, 7 of Wands, 4 of Swords Reversed)

It's going to be a cold summer night somewhere outdoor. I see a bonfire for some of you, for others of you a lake and you are just observing the moon. Fishing maybe? Maybe it's a trip with your friends; you know, this kinda trip where you don't know any people, food and entertainment is already paid for. I'm not talking about any abroad vacation, I'm not even sure it's a vacation. It's a max 2-day trip. I see woods and general nature, away from the city center. The timing is whenever the weather is the warmest. Actually, you might know this person or not, I don't see any particular information about that but with the Fool Reversed it's like.... I know you and you can't fool me. So for some of you, you know this person. Could be even a school reunion!

Who are they?

(Hierophant, 5 of Swords Reversed, Ace of Swords, Emperor Reversed, High Priestess, 2 of Pentacles)

Their energy is very difficult to read. This is someone who is grounded but has a spiritual side. They're pretty balanced out, has female energy. They don't say what they truly mean; they hide a lot. It doesn't mean they're lying, it just means they're very avoidant with the truth. There's some blockage with communication. They portray themselves as someone weak or someone who is not a danger to others - they know they can be vicious though but I don't think they manipulate others on purpose. They're very elusive, whatever that means. Again, it's a very difficult energy to read.

This person has strong water energy.

Astro Details from my Astro Cards: Venus in Earth/Water Sign, Mercury in Air/Earth Sign, stelliums/influential 8th/2nd house, influential Sun/Pluto, Pluto in Air Sign, influential Scorpio. Very strong Scorpio as well as Venus/Mercury.

From Tarot: Taurus, Aries, influential Moon, Venus in Aquarius, Jupiter in Capricorn, influential air energy.

In conclusion, very strong water/air/earth placements. VERY BIG Scorpio energy (Pluto and 8th house as well), but Mercury/Venus is significant as well.

The energy of the connection.

(2 of Swords Reversed, Knight of Pentacles, 5 of Wands Reversed, Knight of Swords Reversed, 3 of Wands Reversed, 2 of Wands Reversed)

This is something that will develop very slowly. There's a lot of uncertainty here and cowardice as well. Both of you are afraid to cross a certain boundary so whatever you have won't crumble. It could be a friendship that you have and that you're afraid you're going to lose. There's something about the past so there is a group of you that knew this person before. There's a lot of back and forth, playing this game of what the other person thinks. It's all really slow, there's not that much communication but most of all, there is no bravery or initiative to come forward or to push this connection forward. You are focusing on building a strong fundament (or re-building).

Channeled message from this person.

(The World, 5 of Swords, High Priestess Reversed, 9 of Cups, 8 of Cups, Temperance Reversed)

I am unhappy without you. I thought it would be better after I left, I thought I'd be satisfied and free but I want to come back to you. We keep finding each other, doesn't that mean we are destined? I gave you up just so I could have someone better or so I thought. I overestimated myself and underestimated you. I was wrong, we both know that even if we don't say it out loud. I know that trust has been lost but I'll try my best to bring it back, to show you I am worth your time and energy. I got karma for leaving you and it was bad. I was miserable. I am coming back home.

The Universe's take on this connection.

(Janet Frame, Joy Harjo, Mirabai, Sandalphon, Tiferet, Gabriel, Gilded Regret, Is This Me?, Lapis Lazuli, Brandenberg Amethyst, Wedding, Stay Optimistic About Your Love Life, Message, Journey, Ecclesiastic)

Janet Frame, Joy Harjo and Mirabai: this is a person that is yours and you are the person that is theirs, no matter if it's platonic or romantic. When you're together, it feels like home. You belong to stand side by side. However, there are a lot of things to fix and clear, someone needs to take the initiative, otherwise, it could take a long time. But you guys can give each other so much, you're so loyal to each other and you almost worship one another.

Message, Journey and Ecclesiastic: the Universe and Guides are working to bring you guys back together. This connection is guided and protected by outer forces and there is nothing you can do to stop it from existing. You will get a message soon/you will get in contact soon.

Lapis Lazuli and Brandenberg Amethyst: you guys have a past, that's obvious but I think there are some past lives connections that bond you together. It seems like you find each other in every life if you are reborn at the same time, of course. But there is also a huge need for letting go of what once was between you, all regrets and pain. Forgiveness is important.

Frequency: high, extremely high. Chakra: throat, third eye, crown, all. Soul Path: divine reconnection, seeing the perfection in each moment. Lapis Lazuli: Attuning to your own divine nature enhances your well-being. Brandenberg Amethyst: You are perfect exactly the way you are.

Sandalphon (Angel of New Life), Tiferet (Heart/Beauty), Gabriel (Angel of Heralds): Tiferet is the "pillar of balance" and "is without extremes or absolutes". This connection is everything you could ever want in your significant other on a spiritual level. This is it. You are home to each other. Gabriel is another indication of how much this connection is protected by the Universe. Sandalphon is the last angel in this deck. This is it. You complete each other so much you could ascend. I can't say it any clearer.

Wedding and Stay Optimistic About Your Love Life: for some of you, this connection will end in a marriage of convenience, not love. It's not that you don't love each other, you do but not in a romantic way. You do it because why wouldn't you marry your favorite person in the whole world? None of your other relationships worked so might as well have this person even closer. For others of you, your connection will end up in a marriage as well, just in a more romantic way, however, there are still a lot of friendly vibes.

Is This Me? and Gilded Regret: "If the old dream is alive, it's time to go back to it". Both of you will never be happy when you're apart. You need each other for support and understanding. You can't just not talk to each other for several years because deep down, it makes you miserable. You will always miss each other and reminisce about the past. You look for each other subconsciously.

SONGS:

Dreams Of William by Daughter

Getting Older by Billie Eilish

when I was young by flora cash

Self Deprecation by Jess Benko

Houdini by Foster The People

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

Ayahuasca by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Atlas: Body by Sleeping At Last

Career Day by Keaton Hanson

Dancer in The Dark by Current Joys

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GROUP 3

How will you meet this person?

(Two Blank Cards Reversed, King of Pentacles Reversed, Knight of Wands, 4 of Wands, The Hanged Man)

You have either already met them OR there are too many people to exactly say how and where. The one thing I can say for sure is that you will have two (or more) false starts - you will begin your connection by either not liking each other/straight up hating each other OR the fate/Universe/guides will bring you together for a quick chat and the "we have to meet again" and then you don't meet again for like a couple of years. Again, it depends on a person. When it comes to significant places I see a couple of them: lake, concert, party, rave. No specifics. The timing is not up to you and you can't fuck it up; you will get together when you're meant to. At the moment, the energy is quite fast so maybe you're being brought (back) together as you're reading this.

Who are they?

(The Emperor Reversed, The Star, Devil Reversed, 2 of Wands, 8 of Swords, Justice Reversed)

They're the humanitarian, the charitable, the kind. A person who is an advocate for those who are treated unfairly and who has a bad life. They hate politicians, they want to abolish government, and "eat the rich" vibe. Strong male energy; I feel like he's more action than thinking/planning. He's ready to go and to do whatever needs to be done. Reckless at times. Strong sense of justice and morality in general. Sometimes get overwhelmed by the dark side of the world, can get stuck in their head a lot, and be very emotional. They're just a good person, a little bit unstable.... or maybe that's the wrong word, I meant that they are very into their charity work so they can get lost in their ideals. Sometimes not in check with reality, irresponsible. Strong Aquarius vibes.

This person has strong fire/water energy.

Astro Details From My Astro Cards: Mars/Pluto in a fire sign, Neptune/Moon/Ascending in a water sign, Venus in an earth sign, Jupiter in an air sign, influential 11th house, big Scorpio energy, lots of/significant square placements.

From Tarot: significant Aries/Aquarius/Capricorn/Libra, Jupiter in Gemini, Mars in Aries.

In conclusion: very strong Scorpio/Aries influence, some significant air placements as well. Significant Mars/Jupiter.

The energy of the connection.

(10 of Swords, Justice, 5 of Pentacles, Page of Swords Reversed, The Devil, Queen of Pentacles)

This is a highly addictive connection, that's for sure. There's an attraction and mutual understanding, but if we go deep down, major issues start to resurface. You'll realize there are things you didn't talk about or consider before getting together. You enjoyed the idea of this person and the fantasy of being with them - then the reality came and it was disappointing. They are not what you expected them to be once the honeymoon period passes and you take off your rose-colored glasses (you can finally see the red flags). You begin to disagree on almost everything. There were things in the past that you thought you agreed on but now you realize, you have completely different views. But the major issue is how you see the most important parts of living/being together. However, I am not saying this connection can't work. This relationship is here to teach you the downs of sharing a life with another person and how to overcome the obstacles. If you really want to, you can make this work; remember though that it takes lots of work to figure it out.

Channeled message from this person.

(The Fool Reversed, 7 of Swords, 2 of Pentacles Reversed, Justice Reversed, 9 of Cups Reversed, 7 of Cups Reversed)

Will you leave me like everyone else in my life? Will you betray me like them; tell me you love me and you'll stay, then run at the very first sign of my flawed persona. I know I'm not an easy person to love or to be with, but that doesn't mean I deserve to be abandoned. Every time someone tells me I'm difficult, I lose part of myself and get lost in the darkness. It's not fair. I give all I have to others, I want to make this world a better place to live in, yet I can't make people around me happy. It's not fair and I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

The Universe's take on this connection.

(True Love, Forgiving and Learning, Death, Love, Chrysocolla, Turquoise, Elixir, Snail, Parasite, Bride In A Cage, Uriel, Yesod)

True Love and Forgiving and Learning: this connection could make you really happy but under one condition: you're willing to compromise and forgive each other. Also, understanding each other and learning how to cope/interact is also important. It's mostly a lesson for both of you, but a lesson that could end in a happy relationship.

Death and Love: you can't see the pictures but they are 2 extremes that exist next to each other. They're looking in the opposite directions, one is looking up while the other is looking down, one is colorful and happy while the other is gloomy and dark. Yet they chose to appear next to each other in reading to symbolize that despite the differences, you still can find a way to work together in harmony.

Elixir and Snail: elixir can kill or make someone ill BUT the snail is so slow to drink it that the elixir loses all its toxic characteristics and became just some weird and awful drink. This is how I could describe this connection. It basically confirms what I said before. You neutralize each other in the right environment, so to speak.

Uriel (Angel of Flame) and Yesod (Root/Connection): this is like the 3rd group that has those 2 cards, it's very frustrating so let me say this: there's an attraction and willingness to make it work. However, if you want to keep this spark/flame alive, you have to cherish and take care of it (aka the root of the spark aka Yesod). Do you feel me?

Chrysocolla and Turquoise: Chrysocolla literally speaks about forgiving, remaining strong during challenges, "accepting what you cannot change" and "rectifying relationships that can be healed". If you're dealing with some trauma from the past, then that also can have a big influence on this connection so... notice the patterns. Turquoise is about karma, "letting go of what no longer serves you" and "speaking what used to be unspeakable". It also tells about good friends.

Frequency: medium to high, earthy. Chakra: throat, third eye, cleanses and activates all. Soul Path: attuning to inner riches, loving and valuing yourself. Chrysocolla: Recognize that bitterness and self-doubt have no place in well-being. Nourish your body with self-love and gentleness. Turquoise: Your true riches lie not in the bank but in your heart.

Parasite and Bride In A Cage: as I said before, this connection can be addicting at times so be careful not to lose yourself. Also, notice when your partner is being an energetic vampire or takes too much from you while not giving anything back. Talk with them about any doubts you might have; don't let yourself be manipulated into a cage from which you won't be able to escape. The same goes for your partner.

SONGS:

Candles by Daughter

Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish

Soul Mate by flora cash

New Friends by Jess Benko

Downtown by Foster The People

Fireworks by Mitski

Salt In The Wound by Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker, Lucy Dacus

In The End by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Rainbow Connection by Sleeping At Last

Maps by Keaton Hanson

No One Will Dance, Pt. 2 by Current Joys

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GROUP 4

How will you meet them?

(8 of Cups, 8 of Swords, 6 of Wands Reversed, The Fool, Blank Card Reversed, 7 of Pentacles)

You'll meet them when you're entering a new phase in your life and when you're the most vulnerable. Could be a move to another city, starting college or leaving a relationship. You're lost and looking for something that will make you comfortable or something that you see yourself staying in. You're looking for your place in the world, somewhere you could belong.

Who are they?

(King of Wands Reversed, Queen of Pentacles, Page of Wands, 6 of Pentacles Reversed, Hierophant Reversed, Chariot Reversed)

They're friendly and charismatic, that's for sure. They have some ugly energy that's hidden under all that charm though and I can't quite put my finger on what exactly is wrong with them. I feel they're a good manipulator or at least they know how to read people and use that to their advantage. For others for you, they have learned how to hide their flaws and less ideal characteristics so people wouldn't be put off by their presence. For some of you, they could have an antisocial personality disorder (psychopathy/sociopathy) BUT that doesn't make them evil or serial killers, just to clarify - also, they don't have to have that disorder, they could be toxic and that's all there is to them. They also could be a narcissist. They experience things differently and that's all you need to know. They are also non-traditional (LGBT, abstract career, an odd sense of humor or hobbies, etc).

This person has water/fire energy.

Astro Details From My Astro Cards: Uranus in an air sign, Pluto in a water/fire sign, influential Pisces, Mars in a fire sign, Jupiter in a fire sign, Moon in a water sign, Saturn in an earth sign, influential Venus, a lot of aspects that work well together (Trine).

Tarot Astro: influential Cancer/Taurus/Capricorn/Sagittarius, Moon in Taurus.

In conclusion: VERY strong water placements (Cancer is the strongest, second is Scorpio, then Pisces), important Moon and Pluto, and strong fire energy (Sagittarius is the strongest), some Taurus and Capricorn influence as well.

The energy of this connection.

(The Devil, 4 of Wands Reversed, Page of Pentacles, The Lovers Reversed, 9 of Swords, 2 of Pentacles)

This relationship exists so you can learn from it and the lesson is painful. This person is The Devil - very charming and hard to resist, they will pull you in and never let you go. It's very difficult to get over them and to be honest, I don't think anyone truly has succeeded at that. They will either try to alienate you from your friends or just test the waters and see how far will you go to satisfy them. This is a very toxic relationship, I'll say that. You will be in a lot of mental pain, I don't see any physical abuse. This person is not capable of love or genuine feelings, at least not for you and you will realize that very quickly; however, this won't stop you from pursuing this connection. Very addicting and toxic energy, something that you will have to cut off on your own because if they can, they will have you in their grasp for as long as it's possible.

Channeled message from this person.

(King of Wands Reversed, Queen of Pentacles Reversed, 6 of Cups Reversed, The Magician, Justice Reversed, The World Reversed)

You stabbed me in the back and hurt me after all that I've done for you? I was so good to you, I would give you starts if it was possible but you decided you don't need me anymore and left. You knew how people treated me in my past, yet you chose to do the same. It's not fair. Why must I suffer this way? You took everything from me just to keep yourself happy and entertained. What about me and my feelings? I learned a lot from this relationship, though. I am stronger than before but I won't give you credit for that.

The Universe's take on this connection.

(Citrine, Quantum Quattro, Is This Me?, Parasite, Getting To Know Each Other, Retreat, Falseness, Blank Card, Azrael, Remiel, Doll, Octavia E. Butler)

Getting To Know Each Other and Retreat: it was very difficult to shuffle this Romance Angels Oracle Deck because lots of cards just flew out constantly. This person will make you a lot of promises and will say sweet words, but they don't mean anything. Learn how to differentiate between false and true.

Falseness and Blank Card: Falseness card is self-explanatory but the Blank Card means that they are able to paint their reality however they want. They will say one thing and then get angry because they never said anything like that!

Doll and Octavia E. Butler: You're just a toy to them, a pretty doll to show off to everyone but no real feelings attached. You fit their personality/appearance and that's enough. Octavia E. Butler tells me they're interested in the dark things and the dark side of the internet. They could be scary at times or they're just very good at taking all options under consideration and picking the best one that suits them.

Azrael (Angel of Death) and Remiel (Angel of Visions): Remiel is here to tell you that you can get through it. This reading might seem scary and now you're terrified but remember that it's a general reading and not everything will resonate or be true for you! Azrael will intervene in this relationship and will give you the strength to end it when you will be ready.

Is This Me? and Parasite: this person is an energy vampire. They make you feel small just so they can feel bigger than they actually are. They are feeding off of you and your pain. This connection will allow you to understand who you are and realize how strong you are to be able to deal with the bullshit they put you through. You have to learn resilience and independence from this relationship.

Citrine and Quantum Quattro: Quantum Quattro literally says "Release yourself from co-dependencies and abusive relationships. Heal your inner child. Recognize the many resources you have to draw on.". You will have to dig deep within yourself and you'll appreciate the people that you have around you that helped you when you needed it the most. There might be some past issues that need awareness. Citrine keeps talking about healing the inner child so you might want to get into that during the relationship.

Frequency: high. Chakra: cleanses, activates, and reenergizes all. Soul Path: embodying abundance, holistic healing for the soul. Citrine: True abundance comes from within. Nurture your desires, do what gives joy to your wise child self. Quantum Quattro: Recognising that you cannot heal anyone else or influence their behavior allows you to focus energy on your own well-being.

SONGS:

Smother by Daughter

my future by Billie Eilish

You Love Me by flora cash

Running by Jess Benko

Walk With A Big Stick by Foster The People

Real Men by Mitski

Sidelines by Phoebe Bridgers

Bad Dream by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Already Gone by Sleeping At Last

Corpse Roads by Keaton Henson

Blondie by Current Joys

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GROUP 5

How will you meet them?

(Knight of Wands Reversed, Hermit Reversed, King of Cups, Emperor Reversed, 3 of Wands, 2 of Swords Reversed, Temperance)

Meeting them can take a long time. Most of the cards are reversed and also it took me so long to read for groups 5 and 6. I see some maturity and healing have to take place for you guys to come together. There are too many blockages between you - if you meet now, you won't last. There's a need to realize your own potential and find out who you are. Self-reflection and introspection are crucial. Other than that, I see the sea and mountains so maybe you'll meet each other somewhere around the water. Possibly winter.

Who are they?

(King of Cups, 2 of Pentacles Reversed, High Priestess, Ace of Wands, 8 of Swords, 8 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles Reversed)

They are someone who is spiritually evolved and emotionally mature. Kind, caring, and empathetic but also cold, cruel and unforgiving if they want to be. They might have a short temper and sometimes it can overwhelm them. Possible ADHD. They can experience emotions stronger than you, it's more intense for them. If someone breaks their trust, they don't give them another chance. They can get too much in their head and often they need space to figure stuff out. Can be reckless and chaotic. Patience is needed for this person. Lots of motivation and ideas but it also could mean high sex drive.

This person has strong fire/earth energy.

Astro Details From My Astro Cards: Venus/Neptune/Saturn in earth, Uranus in fire, Mars/Ascending in Air, Neptune in water, Aries, Scorpio, Asteroid Lilith. Significant Scorpio/Aries influence, significant Neptune, fire/earth influence, difficult placements in general.

Tarot Astro: Pisces, Jupiter in Capricorn, Moon, Jupiter in Gemini, Mercury in Sagittarius, Saturn in Taurus. Significant Jupiter and Sagittarius placements. Strong fire energy.

In conclusion: strong fire energy, influential fire/earth placements, Mars is a complicated placement, difficult Aries/Scorpio influence, significant Jupiter/Neptune and Sagittarius. Some Capricorn energy.

The energy of the connection.

(3 of Cups reversed, Queen of Pentacles Reversed, 9 of Pentacles Reversed, 3 of Wands, King of Pentacles Reversed, Empress Reversed, 4 of Wands Reversed)

There's a huge gap between you guys. You will learn how to love, how to forgive and how to live with each other. A relationship is hard work and this connection will force you to become your best selves. This connection has so much potential, but it will be very difficult at first. All the cards are reversed except 3 of Wands. One person will have issues with jealousy and trust, and the other person will turn to substance abuse when confronted with a problem (or will be an excessive party person, neglecting their partner).

Channeled message from this person.

(Page of Swords Reversed, 10 of Swords, Knight of Pentacles Reversed, Page of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords Reversed, King of Swords Reversed)

I don't know how to explain to you all the ways I'm hurting inside. I have my demons and they won't leave me alone; I don't know what to do to be happy and make you stay by my side. I know it's difficult to be with me but please don't leave. Words get stuck in my throat and I swallow them - they leave a bitter taste. You teach me how to love and how to cope but I have a long road ahead. Please be patient. I know I can do this. I know I can be better. You've already helped me so much but I still am this pathetic little creature you had met. I'm sorry. Please be patient with me.

The Universe's take on this connection.

(Boar, Toni Morrison, Hope, Enemy, Sahaqiel, Da'at, Pink Granite, Smoky Quartz Elestial, Triumph of Lies, Envious Gluttony, Keep an Open Mind, Heart-to-Heart Conversations, Calling in your soulmate)

Keep an Open Mind, Heart-to-Heart Conversations and Calling in your soulmate: This person will differ from your usual type (could be either in appearance or personality). You will not be convinced you like them but with time, you will grow to enjoy their company. Communication is very important in this connection and this will one of the major issues for both of you. Keep an open mind when it comes to this relationship.

Boar and Toni Morrison: Both of you will have to learn how to keep your ego in check because both of you have strong personalities that might clash. Compromise is important. Masculine energy is strong here - there's a need to get in touch with feminine energy more. Leave the toxic masculinity behind. You don't have to argue and win to still be in control.

Hope and Enemy: The message here is pretty clear. Have hope for this connection and remember that you are not enemies. A relationship is a partnership and fighting and proving the other wrong will benefit no one.

Smoky Quartz Elestial and Pink Granite: Shadow side will come out and it's going to be ugly. You will see each other and yourselves in a new light - you will be surprised at how much darkness you have in you. You will create the fundaments for a healthy relationship after how much you've been through together.

Frequency: earthly, high, exceptionally high. Chakra: all, earth star, higher crown, sacral, base. Soul Path: a lightning conductor for positive change, total transmutation. Smoky Quartz Elestial: No part of you is evil or bad. Embracing your shadow leads you to healing gifts hidden in the darkest reaches of yourself. Pink Granite: Everything must pass away. Death precedes transformation and rebirth.

Sahaqiel (Angel of Sky) and Da'at (Null/Emptiness): When you find yourself in darkness, search for your partner's hand and trust they will not harm you. Compassion and understanding are needed.

Triumph of Lies and Envious Gluttony: Message again about leaving your ego and the need to win behind. You can't win in a relationship. Feelings inside of you will be ugly but sometimes it's important to take what's dirty and show it to your partner so that you can clean it. Let go of the expectations of what a relationship should be. This is your own business and no one else's.

SONGS:

Tomorrow by Daughter

Bored by Billie Eilish

For Someone by flora cash

kiss me before u go. by Jess Benko

Houdini by Foster The People

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Salt In The Wound by Phoebe Bridgers

Summer '09 by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Light by Sleeping At Last

Lying To You by Keaton Henson

The Breakfast Club (I'm Feeling Wild With You) by Current Joys

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GROUP 6

How will you meet them?

(King of Swords Reversed, 9 of Pentacles, Chariot Reversed, 6 of Pentacles Reversed, Star Reversed, 2 of Pentacles, Queen of Swords)

You'll meet them at a bad moment in your life. You will feel stuck and lonely, and you'd avoid people and be unpleasant to others. They come in as someone who has their shit together, who doesn't fuck around and who doesn't tolerate bullshit. Other people will treat you like a delicate flower because you're in a bad space but not this person - they are mature and have a sharp tongue. Just because you're hurting doesn't mean you can be mean to others.

Who are they?

(Judgement, Star, 8 of Wands Reversed, 5 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands Reversed, 6 of Wands Reversed, Hermit)

They are someone who went through a lot in their life. They are mature, serious, independent, and reliable, they stay strong and fight for what they believe. They judge others a lot, and they strive to be their best self. They are calculating and could be cold/emotionless. They have problems with being spontaneous and chill and fun. They treat life very seriously. They need a lot of alone time. They don't talk a lot (I have some difficulties with saying anything more about them).

This person has strong earth energy.

Astro Details From My Astro Cards: Mars in earth/fire, Neptune in air/earth/water, Venus in water, Uranus in air, Aquarius, Leo, Air Element.

Tarot Astro: Pluto, Aquarius, Mercury in Sagittarius/Taurus, Leo, Jupiter in Leo, Virgo.

In conclusion: very strong earth/air energy, very strong Virgo energy, influential Neptune/Mars, very little fire/water placements. Difficult Leo/Aquarius influence.

The energy of this connection.

(7 of Wands, Sun Reversed, Judgement Reversed, Knight of Pentacles Reversed, 6 of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles Reversed, Knight of Wands Reversed)

It's a very challenging connection. This person will give you financial/material stability and they won't have any problems with spending money on you. However, they're very difficult to deal with when it comes to emotional support. They hide their feelings and prefer not to talk about anything difficult. Talking about emotions with them feels like fighting with a crocodile - you beat the crocodile with a stick for it to just fuck off already. They are very negative and pessimistic. Sex is not important to them (could be asexual as well). It seems like no matter what you do, they don't want to change (or even try to change). This is a very difficult energy to deal with because it's stubborn and fixed.

Channeled message from this person.

(4 of Swords, Ace of Wands, King of Cups Reversed, 4 of Wands, Queen of Swords Reversed, Page of Swords Reversed, 2 of Wands Reversed)

I stopped trying a long ago. I don't know how to make you happy and we fight constantly. There are so many things I will never say to you because it's something that I don't want anyone to hear. I am tired. You make me feel exhausted. I don't see us together if our relationship stays this way. There is a slight hope in me that it will work out in the end but the realistic part of me already knows the answer. I just want to lie down and sleep.

Universe's take on this connection.

(Glove, Janet Frame, Remph, Yesod, I Won't Cry For You, Is This Me?, Bloodstone, Garnet, Blue Lace Agate, Sadness, Constancy, Children, Let Go Of Control Issues)

Children and Let Go Of Control Issues: Major issue in this relationship is how your partner's childhood affects their adult connections. You have to let go of the possibility this person will change or heal - either accept them how they are or walk away.

Sadness and Constancy: Very literal message here. Constant sadness and negativity are present in this connection. It's very unlikely anything will change.

Glove and Janes Frame: This is not a connection you will be happy in, you will realize the huge gap between you guys. Even when you are together, you are truly alone. You have different priorities.

Remph (Angel of Time) and Yesod (Root/Connection): It will be only a matter of time for you guys to split. Your connection might last longer than it should have (or longer than you expected) but it will end inevitably. Seemingly you created fundaments for your connections but they are weak and your relationship falls apart when faced with any major issue.

I Won't Cry For You and Is This Me?: You will question your identity while in a relationship, but also after the breakup. You will feel lost and unsure of what you want anymore. Most of all, you will be angry at this person, at yourself, at the world.

Bloodstone, Garnet and Blue Lace Agate: This connection will show you how important communication and expressing your feelings are. Don't feel discourages by this connection. It happened because it was meant to make you stronger. You will see human relationships in a different way and you will benefit from that. It's fine to make mistakes and love the wrong people.

Frequency: earthly, medium to high, medium. Chakra: purifies and aligns lower chakras, throat, third eye, heart x2, crown, base, and sacral. Soul Path: freedom from the past, expressing yourself fully, expressing your soul's passion. Bloodstone: Nourish your blood and you revitalize your whole body. Garnet: Finding an appropriate outlet for your passions and your emotions creates well-being. Blue Lace Agate: Expressing yourself fully releases shoulder and neck problems, thyroid deficiencies, and throat or lymphatic infections.

SONGS:

Doing the Right Thing by Daughter

hostage by Billie Eilish

Born In The Slumber by flora cash

Ripple by Jess Benko

Chin Music For The Unsuspecting Hero by Foster The People

Francis Forever by Mitski

Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers

Nightfall by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

The Spring by Sleeping At Last

You Don't Know How Lucky You Are by Keaton Henson

My Nights Are More Beautiful Than Your Days by Current Joys

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One for The History Books [Epilogue] [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw]

[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top-secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.

[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc

[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.

[Words] 6.4k

[Library]

The gravel crunches under the wheels of the rented Bronco as Bradley easily steers it into a parking spot. The lot in front of the Hard Deck is busy, even though it’s closed for a private party tonight.

You smooth down your dress as you get from the car. The loose cut makes the soft fabric gently sway in the wind, grazing your mid-thigh. The smell of salt on the gentle ocean breeze hits you, still warm from the late summer sun. It takes you back to three years ago, when you found yourself here for the first time. You close your eyes for a moment.

The first time you saw Bradley.

Back then, you didn’t know yet that it was the night your entire world pitched off its axis. You didn’t really feel it until you fell—and kept falling. Even now, you’re not always sure your feet have touched on solid ground yet.

“You okay, darlin’?” Bradley appears next to you, his fingers grazing the skin of your neck and shoulders, exposed by the wide neck of your dress.

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. Your heart still does a little jump when your eyes lock—especially today; when he looks so relaxed, every smile reaches his eyes, and he carries himself with such easy confidence, lighting up every room.

Sure, it also doesn’t hurt he’s wearing his service khakis, that look like they’ve been molded onto his body. His classic aviators complete the image of effortless coolness. It’s like you’re falling for him all over again.

Bradley closes the car door for you, before running tracing his fingers down your spine before resting on the small of your back, guiding you to the entrance of the Hard Deck. He greets some fellow officers shortly on the way, never taking his hand from your back.

Inside, the Hard Deck is busy, filled to the brim with uniformed personnel. Penny and Amelia clearly made an effort in decorating the place for tonight— red, white, and blue garlands hang from the ceiling, banners, the works. You smile; some if it is definitely Amelia’s handiwork. She has a real creative streak.

“Bradley! Darcy!” Penny is making her way through the crowd, smiling broadly. She looks amazing—her long dress makes her look like she stepped out of a classical painting. “I’m so glad you guys made it.”

You gladly accept her hug, before she turns to Bradley to hug him too. “We’re glad to be here.” He smiles.

“I love what you’ve done with the place.” You say, looking around.

“Thank you, I’m glad it actually turned out well,” Penny chuckles. “Today has been absolutely crazy.”

“You should have called, I could have come earlier to help.” You say a bit worriedly.

“Nonsense, you guys have been so busy, you should enjoy your time off together.” Penny dismisses you easily, looping her arms through yours. “Let’s get you guys some drinks—what are you having?”

“A beer for me.” Bradley says as he follows you to the bar.

“I’ll have a… sparkling water.”

Penny doesn’t say anything, but her gaze quickly travels down to your midsection. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, and you can feel the burning question behind them.

“I’m just thirsty.” You laugh, waving her away. “It’s so warm today.”

“Of course.” She smiles back.

Amelia is sat at the bar, and as you receive your drinks, in lieu of a greeting, she just says: “That empire waist looks cute.”

Teenager.

Penny rolls her eyes, and you thank Amelia graciously, trying to not blush.

Bradley is silently laughing as he leads you away to greet Pete, who is the guest of honor today.

“I think they are on to us.” He chuckles softly as he uses his free hand to pull you against him.

“Pff, I never expected differently from Penny. Amelia is surprising, though.” You sigh. “As long as they keep it to themselves, I’ll pretend this is a vodka soda or something.” You take a sip from your drink.

Two-and-a-half months. That’s how far you are along. You’ve only known for about four weeks, but since then it’s become your most closely guarded secret, shared only with Bradley.

Being a stickler for rules under normal circumstances already, you are so nervous about something going wrong, you implored Bradley not to tell anyone before the three-month mark, and especially not at Pete’s retirement party tonight.

Unfortunately, you met up with Penny right after you found out when you and Bradley visited in Nevada before they flew out for Pete’s retirement ceremony, and you already used the excuse of coming off medication when refusing a glass of wine.

It’s not going to fly again.

You haven’t seen Pete anywhere yet, but you assume he’s being kept busy as the guest of honor. Bradley stops to talk with Mickey, while you greet Nat. It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, but she’s amazingly sharp as always.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breath.” Seresin emerges from the crowd, clapping Bradley on the back.

“Hangman.” He greets back, nodding shortly, before moving just a fraction closer to you, his hand still resting on the small of your back.

“And if it isn’t Miss Williams.” He continues, grinning mischievously. “I have to say, I am surprised…”

Yep. Still an asshole.

You smile politely, as you hold up your left hand. “Actually…” You start.

“That’s Dr. Bradshaw to you, Bagman.” Bradley cuts in, almost arrogantly.

Honestly.

You giggle. He still allows Seresin to get a rise out of him so easily. You have to admit, it’s kind of cute how proud Bradley is of you. It sure as hell makes you feel amazing.

Seresin’s momentarily utterly confused look is worth it, too. Although, he recovers in typical fashion: “Well, I suppose congratulations are in order to you both. But especially Rooster, because she’s even more out of your league now.”

“Doesn’t Darcy go by Dr. Bradshaw-Williams?” Nat suddenly pipes up, shutting both Bradley and Seresin up. Mickey nearly chokes on his beer. “Since, as I recall, she had a career and got the PhD before she got a husband.”

You cannot stop yourself from laughing as you thank Nat under your breath. Bradley scoffs. After you received your doctorate, Bradley absolutely beamed with pride every time he introduced you—and you still had your maiden name then, as you were only engaged.

After you got married, and you sent him a picture of the new name plaque on your office door, Nat told you he showed it off to the whole wing.

You chose to hyphenate your name—Nat is right about that. You already have a career and publications under your maiden name, and it’s an absolute bitch to get your name changed on all those articles retroactively. Plus, you don’t want to suddenly lose any name recognition, so you hyphenate mostly for work purposes.

“True, but Dr. Bradshaw works just fine.” You grin, lightly touching Bradley’s arm. To his credit, Bradley never made an issue of you hyphenating your last name. He even admitted to you he would understand if you kept your maiden name when you discussed it.

But you know him.

When you told him you would take his last name together with your own, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. It was the only right decision—because deep down, it was incredibly important to him: the idea of family being a family together and sharing a name.

Bradley presses a kiss against your temple, as Seresin rolls his eyes. “Who’s up for some pool?”

“We need to talk to Mav first.” Bradley replies. “Any idea where he is?”

“Probably at the pool table, actually.” Mickey replies.

Bradley leads you through the crowd, arm wrapped around you to keep anyone from bumping into you.

You give Pete a big hug, congratulating him.

“How does it feel?” You ask, smiling.

“Strange, very strange.” He admits with a half-smile. “I don’t think it’s complete sunk in yet.”

“How was the ceremony?” You inquire conversationally. Pete chose to have his ceremony onboard of the USS Roosevelt together with his closest fellow aviators and colleagues a few weeks ago. Bradley had been there, while you stayed behind with Penny. This was the party for everyone who wasn’t at the ceremony.

“It was very nice, but let’s not talk about that now. I’d rather hear how you are doing.” Pete replies with a grin. Ah, it probably still feels raw for him, finally retiring from active duty. “How’s the new house? Are you getting settled?”

“Yeah, it’s finally as good as done.” You let out a sigh of relief. “You should come visit sometime soon.”

The last six months have been insane: you got married, bought a new place together, Bradley went on a 6-week detachment, you tried your hardest to turn that house into a home and then you got pregnant. You haven’t even been on honeymoon yet. Now, you try not to think about having to convert one of the bedrooms into a nursery soon.

“It’s as good as done if Darcy doesn’t keep buying more books,” Bradley jokes. “I will be building shelves forever at this rate.”

Pete laughs, as you gently elbow Bradley in the ribs, frowning playfully.

“I’m kidding, darlin’, I’ll build you all the shelves you want.” He concedes, laughing too. You really, really try not to blush at the implication behind Bradley’s words.

Yeah, so, you thought you had a thing for Bradley in uniform? Try having him working with his hands, power tools, in the house you bought together. Fuck. You could try to blame it on the newlywed rush, coming off birth control, missing Bradley—but the bottom line is—he’s so good with his hands, and looks so fine doing it, you’re 99% sure the shelves are the reason you’re pregnant now.

“I’m glad you kids are doing well.” Pete comments, almost wistfully.

“Thanks Mav.” Bradley replies sincerely. Although he’d probably never admit it as such, Bradley cares deeply about Pete’s opinion, and wants his approval. It’s something that goes unspoken between them, but is mutually understood.

The moment is disturbed by Seresin waltzing past with a tray of shots. “Rooster, Maverick, you’re up—two v. two against Payback and me.”

Pete and Bradley share one look—and you know they will never back down from a challenge like that. Shaking your head, you follow them to the pool table.

“Go sit down, darlin’.” Bradley leads you to a bar stool, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slide onto it. “You still good?” He asks quietly.

You nod, smiling. Bradley is trying not to be overbearing, but he wants to make sure you are comfortable. You are okay with that—smothering, not so much. Bradley starts racking the balls as Seresin is distributing shots, and even though you shake your head, he presses one into your hand.

“Come on, Willia- shit, I have to call you Bradshaw now.” He corrects himself.

“You can call me Darcy.” You laugh.

“Will your husband be okay with that?” He taunts. Bradley shoots his a murderous look from the table.

“It’s my name, you ass.” You reply with a fake smile. “And I don’t want a shot.”

You move to put the glass back onto the tray Seresin is holding.

“It’s for a toast to Maverick’s health,” Seresin plays up his faux shock. “Surely you can’t say no to that?”

“Leave my wife alone, Hangman.” Bradley warns.

“Please tell me you didn’t get so boring since marrying Rooster.” Seresin continues needling you, ignoring Bradley. “You used to be fun: doing shots, shotgunning beers…”

You roll your eyes. Of course he wouldn’t let up, acting like going out with you and Bradley wasn’t a one-off, that time when Seresin suddenly showed up in Arlington.

You hold the shot glass up, shooting Seresin a sarcastic smile as he walks away. There’s not arguing with him.

“I’ll drink it for you.” Bradley whispers, turning to you.

“Don’t worry about it, babe.” You shake your head, as he runs his knuckles over your upper arm. “I’ll get rid of it—you keep all your faculties for the game.” You add, teasing.

“I’m glad you have such faith in me, darlin’.” Bradley drawls sarcastically. You blow him a kiss in response. Penny joins the crowd, standing next to Pete—they look radiant together—as an old friend of Pete’s makes the toast.

As everyone kicks back their drink, you bring the shot glass up to your sealed lips, tilting your head back as if you’re drinking, only to dump the clear liquid into the melting ice of your water glass as you move your head back down.

You put away both glasses on the bar behind you, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Bradley’s fingers gently wrap around your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“A kiss for good luck?” He murmurs against your lips.

You giggle, pressing your lips against his. He tastes faintly of vodka. “I’ll be here, enjoying the view.”

“Order me another beer, sweetheart?” He asks as he accepts a cue stick from Pete. You nod affirmative, as Penny slides onto the bar stool next to you.

“Smooth move.” She comments airily. You just shoot her a look as you accept a new glass of sparkling water and a beer from the bartender. She knows. But you just shake your head.

“Not yet. Not today.” You don’t elaborate—you don’t have to. Penny nods in understanding as she grabs your hand and squeezes it in assurance. An understanding of ‘I know what you’re going through’. You squeeze back as a thank-you.

“At least one of us will be sober enough to drive.” You comment dryly, nodding to the pool table as Bradley and Pete knock back another shot. You dissolve into giggles with Penny.

You chat with Penny as the boys play, later teaming up with Nat to take on Bob and Mickey. Dodging Seresin and his mission to get everyone blind drunk (it is an open bar, but man, show some restraint), which you think you’re doing a pretty decent job of.

You keep ‘forgetting’ your drink on the side table, or just simply handing it to Bradley as you pretend to focus on the game. Barley beating the boys, you high five Nat.

“C’mon, let's have a drink to celebrate.” She grabs your elbow and leads you to the bar.

“I’m good.” God, you never realized how hard it’s to dodge every offer of alcohol. You tug back a little, stopping Nat. “Designated driver.” You grin lightly, shrugging.

Nat cocks an eyebrow, knowing full well it’s several hours before you’ll leave. You hold your smile on your face, trying to look as neutral as possible. It’s not even a lie—you are the designated driver. But Nat is sharp. Thankfully, she’s also tactful and doesn’t push the issue.

You make your way to Bradley, who is standing at the dart board with a few others, wrapping your arms around his waist. He immediately, automatically puts his arm around, and presses a kiss on the top of your head.

After that, there is a flurry of names and faces—so many people know Bradley, knew his dad, and want to talk to him. The smile never leaves his face. You know he is loving this, he loves being around people, and he does it so well—laughing, joking, telling stories.

People gravitate to him, his genuine warmth and his light. He doesn’t always see it himself that way and uses his extraversion as a mask, but it’s really him.

“It’s good to see you, son.” An older man claps Bradley on the shoulder, before pulling him into a hug. “Taking after your old man more and more, I see.” He adds jokingly.

Bradley laughs. “I can only hope.”

You politely chat to the man’s wife—honestly, your brain is turning to mush from all the names—supplying her with details of your newlywed status.

“That’s not Carole’s ring, is it? She asks suddenly, gently grabbing your hand.

“No, we decided to keep them together.” You share a look with Bradley as you both smile.

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Back then, when he stayed in Texas for a month, Bradley had put any thoughts of marriage to rest for the time being. He knew then already: it’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you eventually—it still crosses his mind regularly—but he’s not sure if you will actually say yes right now. He doesn’t feel worthy of it. Not yet.

So he doesn’t bring it up. Neither do you.

After he comes back he has time to spend by himself with his memories, that you are lovingly and painstakingly restoring for him. While you are out for work, he flips through the pictures, trying to remember, to feel those moments again.

Some evenings he sits quietly next to you, as you pull nitrile gloves on, hair in a messy bun, and slowly, carefully go through every picture. You go through almost meditative motions as you reapply glue, precisely placing the photo on the page, humming softly.

He loves it.

It’s such an incredibly intimate affair. There are no words. There is no touching, but it’s like watching you preform surgery on his soul. For Bradley, these moments are like a vacuum in time, simultaneously without end, but also always too short.

It’s only when you stretch out, groaning involuntarily as your spine pops, it’s like the bubble burst.

Running his fingers over the tight muscles in your shoulders, Bradley jokes:

“You should work on your posture.”

You moan softly in response, eyes closed, as he works out the knots in your back.

Bradley has purposefully been avoiding the box that has the display case with his father’s funeral flag. You asked him what he wanted to do with it, but truthfully, he just shrugged, not having an answer. You regarded him carefully, like you were trying to discern what he was thinking. Ultimately, you suggest keeping it in the box for the time being with the other items, gently waylaying the decision to the future.

It stays there until after Christmas.

You spend Christmas at your parents’ place in Colorado together, and despite the numerous arguments you have with your sister, seeing you with family, being welcomed into your family, makes Bradley ache for having his own.

With you.

When you return home, Bradley’s head is once again filled with those intrusive thoughts. His gaze is trained on your hand as you play with a pen while reading, running your fingers through your hair in deep thought, wrapped around a mug of tea as you watch TV together. It looks so bare, and it’s almost offensive to him.

He should get it together and ask you to marry him. It’s been months since that seed took hold in his brain, and it has been only growing, even though he tried not to feed it. The vines have now irrevocably entangled him, and Bradley knows he can’t pull them off without tearing his soul apart in the process.

He just doesn’t feel ready. It’s like he’s been rooted in place.

If Bradley is completely honest with himself, he never particularly put much thought in marriage or family in his own life. Ironically, that has been leading him down a lonely work alcoholic path similar to Mav’s (and Bradley even had the gall to call him out on it—it’s embarrassing in hindsight). But the solution seems so simple. He’ll get his mom’s ring, ask you, and pray you will say yes.

But it’s when he finally actually sits down at your desk and opens the small items box, even the little bit of resolve he feels melts away. His mom’s ring and dad’s dog tags sit snugly together, like their last earthly possession have found their final resting place. Together, as they should be. It feels almost sacrilegious as Bradley takes the ring out, and inspects it.

It’s really quite dirty, grime stuck along the setting, the yellow gold band dull. He rolls the ring around in his palm, weighing it, trying to figure out why it doesn’t feel… right.

The center topaz glints happily in the sun—and it reminds him of his mom. Her warmth, the way she could light up a room with a single smile, and her incredibly energy. She was the sun; keeping him in orbit, on the right path.

Leaning his head on his head, he sighs. But that’s not you. You are steady and patient; a calming presence. Not a force of nature in the way his mom was, but rather a gentle guiding light.

Bradley didn’t realize how little he could actually see until you illuminated his path home, like his own personal north star. And Bradley wants more than anything to always come home to you.

He decides to mull it over as he leaves for deployment. Every time he makes port somewhere, he cannot help but stop in front of a jewelry store. Looking at the displays, he feels lost.

What would you actually like? What would actually make sense for someone who hardly wears jewelry?

Before he left, he took a quick look at your sparsely filled jewelry box—it’s mostly filled with simple silver designs. It makes him grin. You are such a practical person, even when it comes to things that are supposed to be nice.

Nothing catches his eyes for weeks—months, even. He googles, trying to come up with a better description than: something Darcy would like, something that will make her happy every time she looks at it, something she will wear every day. But nothing seems to fit.

Bradley finds himself in Portsmouth, England for a week. His fellow aviators have cottoned on and absolutely to refuse to let go of the matter. A few of the younger guys don’t understand the big deal (like, it’s all cool if it’s like a diamond, right?) while others seem to firmly on the side that it’s romantic.

To Bradley, it’s becoming torture.

It’s only the second time around, when he walks past several of the city’s jewelry stores, something finally catches his eye. He looks at the ring through the glass—a thin silver band, beset with a round light blue stone, surrounded by what he assumes are diamonds. But it looks too big, so he leaves it at that.

The next days are busy, full of preparations for departure festivities before embarking back west to Nova Scotia before returning to Virginia. The more he thinks about that fucking ring, the more he realizes that… that might actually be the perfect one. He doesn’t remember any of the other rings he’s seen, but this one stayed on his mind from the moment he saw it.

On departure day, already dressed in his Navy whites, he makes an attempt at looking dignified while dashing to the store. Please, please be open, he prays.

He practically Kramers into the store, his loafers skidding on the polished wooden floor. The poor clerk is so out of sorts he just looks at Bradley mutely, eyes wide in surprise.

“Good morning.” Bradley smiles, breathing a little too hard, trying to regain some composure. “I want to buy a ring.”

The clerk nods, before jolting into action.

“So, this is a white gold ring, with a halo design: the center stone a beautiful light blue aquamarine, beset with white diamond accent stones, which-” The clerk is doing going through his sales pitch, showing the ring from all angles in the glittering light, but Bradley really doesn’t have time. He shouldn’t even be off the boat right now.

“Sounds lovely.” He cuts in diplomatically. “Can I see it?”

Perturbed, the clerk hand him the ring. Bradley runs his finger over the gems—the setting is smooth. He likes to imagine you would wear this when working: not tearing through gloves, comfortable as you write—and the light blue is elegant and understated.

It feels so much more like you.

In the palm of his hand, the ring doesn’t look that big, but your hands are significantly smaller. Before he can start overthinking it again, Bradley decides that, hell, even if the stone is a bit large—surely it’s not that bad to show off that you are engaged?

Bradley is so lost in thought, he doesn’t really hear the clerk patter on about upselling him on similar rings, different boxes, gift wrapping—the works. Rather than to waste even more time, he just cuts to the chase.

“Do you take credit?”

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“So, commander, are you ready for tonight?” You are fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror. Bradley peeks into the bathroom, appreciating how his favored sundress is clinging to every curve of your body. He was recently promoted, and so you had taken it upon yourself to tease him a bit with his new rank. Just to get used to it a little.

“I’m all good.” His eyes rake over your body, appreciatively. “You look great, darlin’.”

You turn to him with a smile, dress twirling. Bradley is dressed casually—you’re only going to a 4th of July cook out, after all. But you can’t help but be nervous, you really don’t want to be over or underdressed.

“You sure this is okay?” You ask, hesitantly. It’s the first time you’re actually doing a thing with his work buddies, at work. And you’re his guest.

“More than okay.” He assures you. To him, it’s adorable how worried you are. But it’s also a good thing, because if you are worried about what you are wearing, maybe you’ll be less likely to clock him. Bradley is sure the anxiety is rolling off him in waves, to the point where his own voice sounds weirdly forced to him.

For weeks that little box has been going everywhere with him—in his pocket, glove compartment, locker—sometimes he almost wished you would just find it. Now he needs to find a good way to keep it on him—he can’t really ask you to keep it in your purse, but it’s too warm to wear a jacket. So he takes a risk.

“I’ll pack you a hoodie, okay, sweetheart?” He says, turning around and walking to the bedroom to grab his gray zip up hoodie. “In case you get cold later.”

He can pretend it’s the gentlemanly thing to do and hold it for you, hiding the ring in one of the pockets. He’ll have to keep an eye on it during the day, but he’ll have to keep his wits about him either way.

Because today is the day.

He is going to ask you to marry him.

Finally, he can accept that there will never be a perfect moment. The goalposts will always move, and new challenges come up on the horizon at every turn, and the darkness doesn’t disappear as easily as it came.

But you stick by him.

You stick by him through the deployments, the comms blackouts, the things he can’t talk about, the things he wants to talk about but hurt. You are the constant.

Some dark nights, when sleep is elusive, he wonders what it is he actually does for you to make you want to endure him.

On the other hand, whatever it is he’s doing, it’s working. Your face breaks into a smile when you see him, and when pulls you in for a dance in the cereal aisle, your laughter is definitely taking over your mortification, and secretly his favorite? You don’t stop singing immediately when he walks into the room, allowing him to listen before you revert to soft humming.

Your sister casually mentioned you were in choir in high school, intending to make fun of you (you threatened to stab her with a butter knife at the dinner table), but for Bradley that was… well, music to his ears.

But now he needs to get through this afternoon, the ring box practically burning a hole through the hoodie in his hand as you strap on your sandals.

Every time you catch his eye that day, talking to people, playing with one of the kids, every time you smile, it burns him a little bit more.

Finally, the sun is setting, and the first fireworks start soon.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Bradley whispers in your ear, easily whisking you away from a conversation with one of the junior officers in his wing. Your fingers thread through his immediately, as he leads you away from the noisy crowd of the party, along the shoreline away from the harbor.

“Aren’t the fireworks starting soon?” You ask, looking back quickly. You are moving away from the fireworks show, which strikes you as strange. Bradley has spent weeks talking that the fireworks show they put in Virginia Beach is absolutely amazing, and you really have to spend the 4th of July there, having a booked a hotel even before you agreed. In hindsight, that should really have been a hint.

You descend from the walkway down to the beach, the waves softly lapping at the sand the only sound around. The sun is in those final minutes before it drops behind the horizon competently, covering everything in a palette of oranges and reds like a final goodbye. The wind picks up every so slightly, causing you to shiver.

“Good thing I brought this.” Bradley jokes, although his voice sounds somewhat forced, as he slips the zipped open hoodie over your shoulders.

“Where would I be without you?” You chuckle. In your periphery you see his Bradley’s closed fist, knuckles straining, like he’s holding on to something heavy. Before you can ask, he twirls you around, resting your back to his chest, arm wrapped around your waist.

“The fireworks will come from there—and trust me, this is the absolutely best spot to see them.” In his own ears, he doesn’t sound nearly as smooth or confident as he’d like. You turn your head at him, smiling contently. The final rays of sunshine are dancing over his skin, the dark shadows brining your every movement of his muscles and illuminating his curls in a golden hue. How can you be so lucky?

Not being able to stop yourself, you pepper kisses along his jaw. Bradley kisses you back, almost absentmindedly, eyes looking away in the distance.

There is something strange about being on an empty part of the beach, so close to dark. The twilight has a foreboding feeling to it. Maybe it’s the anticipation for the show, although that feels like a too-shallow explanation for the strange twisting in your stomach. It feels like… it feels like you’re about to take an exam that you haven’t studied for—woefully under prepared and no insight about what is happening.

You lean back into Bradley, who tightens his arm around you, listening to the soft swash of the sea. When the first rocket soars into the night sky, dappling the darkness with red, white and blues, he hears you gasp softly. This is it.

His eyes travel down your delighted face, hands clasped in front of your chest, the colors of the fireworks reflecting in your eyes. You’ve never looked prettier to him.

Slowly, gently, as not to startle you from your enchantment, Bradley loosens his hold on your waist, fingers ghosting along your stomach before retracting his arm completely. When he steps back in a moment, it will be the point of no return, as you will surely notice then. He’s holding on to the ring box so tightly, it feels he’s about to crush it with his nervous energy alone.

On three, commander, he tries to spur himself into action.

He counts back to one at least ten times before pushes himself back with a little bit more force than intended, taking a clumsy step back. It’s now or never. The adrenaline coursing through his veins makes it feel like time is slowing down, allowing him to see every move with anxious clarity.

You start to turn, look of surprise on your face as the colors from the sky reflect on your skin. Your mouth is opening to say something, forehead creasing in confusion.

Not at all gracefully, certainly not with the level of control one might expect from an experienced aviator, Bradley lands on his knee in the sand before you can complete your motion. Your eyes meet, and for a second, a second that seems to stretch into infinity, nothing happens.

The flickers of colored light are the indication that time has not ground to halt completely as you stand rooted to the ground, unable to parse what is happening. There are so many thoughts running absolutely rampant through your head, you cannot find coherence.

Bradley is holding his breath—maybe he’s forgotten how to breathe—as he looks up at you. This is on him. He needs to make a move.

Finally loosening his vice-like grip on the ring box, he rests it in his palm. He rehearsed the words in his head so many times, wrote them down, rewrote them, kept them tucked in the pocket of his shirt. And now they seem to have evaporated from existence.

“I want to come home to you for the rest of my days.” He starts, his voice mercifully steady unlike his insides, which seems to have turned into jello, quaking with every heartbeat. He’s completely winging it now.

Your brain appears to finally be capable of reaction, as your hand covers your mouth, tears threatening to spill from your brilliant eyes. “I promise to take care of you as you do for me, love you -” He trails off, eyes flickering away for a moment in embarrassment. So much for rehearsal. Don’t think, just do.

“I don’t want to be without you anymore.” He concludes, voice strong. “You are the light of my life, everything make sense with you. Please, Darcy, will you marry m-”

He never gets to finish the sentence as you catapult yourself into him, arms desperately wrapping around his neck, your lips crashing into his. He falls backwards into the sand, catching you by the waist, your tears dripping on his face.

This is a good thing, right? Bradley muses. This is a good reaction. He thinks. You haven’t said anything, you didn’t even let him finish. Hell, you didn’t even wait for him to open the ring box. It’s currently in the sand, his hand blindly grasps for it, clutching it in his hand.

Maybe all that really isn’t as heavy and important as he made it out to be. Maybe all that really matters that you are happy, and he is a source of that happiness.

You break the kiss, sniffling a bit before breaking into soft laughter, the amalgamation of emotions raging within. Bradley watches it play all on your face anxiously.

“Yes.” You smile. “With every part of my being, yes.”

It’s like he can now relax and finally solidifies back into reality. Laughing, he lies back into the sand, pulling you with him in a kiss. Behind your back, he pops the ring box open and takes the ring out.

“Give me your hand.” He murmurs against your lips. Sitting up a little, you watch with bated breath as Bradley takes your hand, and tenderly slides a ring on your ring finger. Holding on to your hand, he presses a kiss to your knuckles, as if to seal the ring in place. The stones glint in the sparse light of the night, the fireworks having died down.

Bradley follows your every move carefully as you take a closer look at the ring.

“It’s beautiful.” You say breathlessly, tears prickling in your eyes again. It’s by far the nicest piece of jewelry you probably ever owned, and you don’t think you’ll ever own anything more precious. “I’m never taking it off.”

Bradley laughs, eyes filled with happiness. “That’s the idea, darlin’.”

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Slowly but surely the party at the Hard Deck winds down. You are set next to Bradley at the piano, head resting on his shoulder as he plays the melody to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here for you. It was always one of your favorite songs, something you would hum under your breath as you worked or did chores.

One day, you had been humming along exactly like that, softly singing excerpts from the lyrics to yourself as you were unpacking boxes in your new living room. It was the strangest moment, when your humming was suddenly accompanied by the soft tones of the piano, Bradley adding little flourishes to the melody.

You were stunned into silence—you had heard Bradley play before, but never this song. Did he learn it for you? Because you hummed it? And he noticed?

If you hadn’t been married already at that point, you would have married him again. A thousand times over, just for that.

So you sat down next to him, exactly as you are sitting now. You started humming again as he harmonized with you. Music is what connects Bradley to his family and memories, and you could see in his eyes that this was something he wanted—that he needed. No matter how scared you are to sound off-key (like… he’s actually good, you are generally glad to hold a note), you enjoy this moment to the fullest.

And every moment after that, when he plays that song, just for you.

“I’m ready to go when you are.” He tells you softly. You just watch his fingers deftly dance over the piano keys for a bit longer. You will never tire of watching him move so elegantly, so precisely and with so much feeling.

“I’m about ready to go home.” You nod, smiling. “But you can stay if you want? I think Nat and the others are staying longer.”

You look at the group milling around the bar still. Bradley follows your gaze but shakes his head.

“You sure?” You ask. Stationed all around the nation, hell, half the world, they don’t get together in one place that much.

“Positive.” He replies, getting up from the piano.

“Dr. Bradshaw, if I may have the honor?” He holds out his hand to help you up, that cocky half-smile gracing his lips and mirth in his eyes—he knows you a little too well how to get you hot under the collar.

You laugh, blush dusting your cheeks. “Take us home, commander Bradshaw.”

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[note]And that's truly it for the main story. All in all, it clocks in at about 100k words, including the existing side stories. That's officially longer than my thesis. So what's next? Side stories (one already done, coming very soon), editing (lol), some more art, and I may or may not have been thinking about a new story. As long as stays fun to do! Again. Thank you for reading my first fic in a decade. I couldn't have chosen a nicer fandom to return to—you guys make it worth it. See you at the next one!

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gloryofroses19 · 2 years

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Road Trip Rally

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

“Horse!”

The interruption to his singing of “Spice Up Your Life” by the Spice Girls left Bradley with a deadpanned expression . Three and a half hours into an eight hour drive and the couple was currently working their way through their fourth playlist.

“What?” [y/n] asked as she signaled to switch lanes, “It’s the rule!”

“What rule?” Bradley took a sip of his water as he pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose.

“This just shows how much of an only child you are, Bradshaw.” [y/n] teased.

As a playful threat, Bradley squeezed [y/n]’s right thigh that laid beneath his warm hand.

However, [y/n] found the message to be unclear. Was it a threat of punishment that he would be removing his hand and therefore, attention or if his hand would be traveling northbound to punish her for being mouthy.

His body language offered no answer so [y/n] pressed on. “The rule that anytime you see a cow, horse, whale or any animal of interest while on a car ride you must inform everyone.”

“Okay…”

Offended by his tone of disbelief, [y/n] huffed. “Don’t make me seem crazy! You literally do it when you fly!”

“What?”

“On your six!”

“You’re so cute Mrs. Bradshaw.” Laughing, Bradley was hit with a wave of affection for his wife. “Don’t be mean, Bradshaw!”

The simultaneous buzzing of their phones drew Bradley’s attention away from his favorite sight. Though curious about the incoming text that had her husband chuckling, [y/n] instead focused on the road. “What?”

“Mav sent me a photo of Darcy helping out in the Hard Deck. And by helping, I mean stealing the dish towels.”

“That’s our perfect angel.” [y/n] mused as she thought of their puppy. Darcy was well trained most of the time but she had a mischievous streak. “Just like her mother” was Bradley’s common phrase anytime Darcy misbehaved. But [y/n] knew that her husband was no perfect angel, his track record of sweet talking her into skinny dipping and nearly getting them kicked out of two supermarkets were proof enough.

“I wanna see!” Reaching her hand across the console, [y/n] was met with Bradley holding her hand instead of passing his phone.

“Not when you’re driving!” Bringing their intertwined hands to his mouth, Bradley pressed light kisses to each of her fingers.

Feeling Bradley’s mustache tickle the back of her hand, [y/n] giggled as she felt his lips turn upward against her hand.

“I don’t need you to be more distracted.” But before Bradley could place another kiss on her hand, [y/n] pulled her hand out of his.

“Are you saying I’m a bad driver?” [y/n] asked with playful offense.

“No, I would never! Parking on the other hand…” Rooster Bradshaw replied, biting and affectionate.

“Excuse me? You should know that I still haven’t forgiven you for saying I’m a bad pool player.”

If they had been anywhere but this car, Bradley would have trapped her body against his and kissed the annoyance out of his wife. But unable to leave her breathless and wanting, Bradley settled for further irritation. “So drunk [y/n] remembers that from two years ago but not when I absolutely destroyed Hangman at darts last week?!”

“I was tipsy at most!” Bradley chuckled at [y/n]’s defiant response leaving her to roll her eyes as adjusted her sitting posture. The drive from San Diego to Napa Valley left them on long stretches of the highway and her butt was beginning to hurt.

“Glad to see how much my happiness and trumpets mean to you, baby.” Bradley finished before he stuck his tongue out in retaliation to [y/n].

As an expert in the mannerism and movements of [y/n], Bradley watched her shifting and knew what it meant. “Want to switch again?”

If not confined to the driver’s seat and the obligation of keeping them alive, [y/n] would have leaned over the console and kissed Bradley. His repeated thoughtfulness and ability to be intune with her body, just fueled [y/n]’s adoration. “We still have 5 miles on this so let’s do it then.”

However, a flash of lighting across the sky followed by the rumble of thunder drowned out Bradley’s reply. As the sky opened up, Bradley removed his aviators and addressed [y/n]. Bradley knew [y/n] never enjoyed driving in the rain, especially when there were sheets of rain coming down hard. “Switch now?”

“Yes, please!” [y/n] was quick to reply and quicker to pull the Bronco to a halt on the highway shoulder.

Unbuckling her seatbelt and pushing the seat back, [y/n] began to move until Bradley’s voice stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To the back so we have room to switch?” However, noting his expectant look, [y/n] let out a laugh. “Oh, I see your game, Bradshaw.”

Giving her an innocent boyish grin, Bradley titled his head. “What game?”

[y/n] Bradshaw was an expert on Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw in her own right. After over four years of researching, observing and exploring Bradley, she knew exactly what he was doing. The torrential downpour that had overtaken their peaceful drive left limited visibility for the road, let alone five-feet in front of them. Therefore, [y/n] knew Bradley wanted to use it as cover to let out the frustration he had been feeling since they rushed out the door at 7AM to drop Darcy off at Penny’s.

“What game?” [y/n] mocked before maneuvering herself over the console to straddle her husband.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mrs. Bradshaw.” Leaning back in the passenger seat, Bradley dutifully accommodated his wife. “I was just sitting here innocently,” Bradley began as his hands slipped under her shirt, betraying the purity of words. “And you just decided to come onto me.”

[y/n] leans in, subconsciously mirroring Brasdley’s own action. Despite the excitement, rush and heat burning through her by just being in the proximity of her husband, [y/n] presses her lips to his slowly and tenderly. Coaxing his face closer, [y/n] felt a shudder run through her body as he reciprocated eagerly, sliding an arm around her back.

Withdrawing just enough to nudge her nose playfully against his own, [y/n] lets out a breathless chuckle as Bradley begins to drag her Rocky Mountain National Park shirt up her body. “Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw is the pinnacle of innocence.”

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—✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 // in which a player (Lutz Beilschmidt himself) falls for real this time, and the girl he's enamored by has to overcome his reputation.

✧ taken from my old quotev!! not stolen work!!!

—✦ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 // Lutz Beilschmidt (APH 2p!Germany)

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // drinking, angst, assumed cheating, betrayal, fluff

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The pounding in your head was only outweighed by the obnoxiously loud sound of the music blaring from the living room. It was another frat party, one you didn't intend on going to, but hey, you only live once. At least this time there was more of a theme, it was a Halloween costume party—though that mostly just meant sorority girls got to add a cat ear headband to their usual miniskirt and heels.

You and your friends were not dressed in the classic slutty animal costumes, and the more and more this party went on the more you were both thankful and regretful. Emma convinced you and Darcy to dress like... wizards. Not the cute, girly kind, the kind with the 2-foot beards and starry robes. Then again, Emma still managed to make the shapeless robes sexy, and she discarded her beard long ago. You were about to rip off your own, the synthetic material was getting itchy.

The whole thankful and regretful part came in when you saw possibly the most notorious trio on campus, the biggest players to grace the university in about... what? 20? 30 years? Allen L. Jones (he claims the L stands for Liberty), Zao Wang, and none other than Lutz Beilschmidt stood in the middle of a group of girls, dressed as... holy shit, are they dressed as the Powerpuff Girls?

"Oh my god their shorts are so... short!" Emma giggled, "You can see every muscle..."

"When did the Powerpuff Girls get so slutty," You scoffed, itching under your fake grey beard. "...and buff."

"I see Lutz hasn't changed a bit," Darcy snorted, "Still as much of a manwhore as ever."

"I still can't believe he played you like that." Emma grimaced.

"Like a fiddle." You added in.

"Let's not revisit that..." Darcy dragged her hands down her face.

As Emma and Darcy got caught up in drinks and boys, you found yourself needing a breath of fresh air. Maybe if you were drinking right now, or at least a little tipsy, you might be able to deal with the sight of Allen showing off his biceps to four women. The backyard wasn't really that much better—toilet paper strung through the trees, the blaring music still within hearing, and a random couple making out behind a bush—but it was an improvement. You sat on the wooden steps of the deck, itching under your beard again. You hoped it wouldn't leave a rash...

“Merlin?”

“Huh?” You turned your head to be met with... Of course! Lutz! Probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Gandalf?”

“Oh, uh, more like… unlicensed no copyright generic wizard character…” You turned back forwards, praying he would go away.

“Gotcha, my favorite.” He sat next to you. Great!

"Shouldn't you be, ya know, whoring out?" You snorted, glancing at him as his face distorted into an amused grin.

"Hey, I'm not all slut. I need breaks from the noise too sometimes." He nudged you, “I don't think I’ve seen you around.”

“Oh, we actually have the same world history class-" Unfortunately. "-with Professor Neilson?" He stared at you owlishly, "Here, wait, maybe removing the beard will help.”

You pulled down the itchy beard and Lutz drank in your facial features. Scrunching up your face, you removed it completely and tossed it on the steps beside you.

“Oh, now I recognize you!" He smiled, before letting it morph into a more sheepish expression, "…Can I get a name though orrrrr…”

"...Y/n." You exhaled through your nose, turning away from him. "Don't worry, I already know your name."

"I'm glad!" He grinned broadly, "Introductions were never my favorite."

"..."

“Sooo... Can I get you a drink?

“I’m actually the designated driver so I’ll pass.”

“Ah, respectable. Maybe something non-alcoholic then?”

“Actually I probably should be getting home to my, uh, my fairy godmother.” You internally facepalmed, god you were mixing up your fairytales. “Like in uh, Cinderella.”

“I didn't know unlicensed no copyright generic wizard character was a Cinderella character.” Lutz snorted,

“He’s from a remake, Cinder…wizard… It’s really popular overseas.” You checked your nonexistent watch, “Oops, clock is about to strike twelve.”

"Is your fake beard the Cinderwizard version of a glass slipper?" He chuckled, eliciting a genuine giggle from you—god you were gonna have to shoot yourself later.

"Sure, but it's stretchy so it's probably more like a one size fits all.

“Well… seeing as I know what you look like and where to find you, I’d say I'm a few steps ahead of Prince Charming.”

“Yeah, ‘I know where to find you’ isn’t creepy at all.”

“Sorry,” He laughed airily, “I’ll see you around then.”

You quickly excused yourself and hurriedly walked back into the party to meet with Emma and Darcy .

"Was that Lutz? Why was Lutz talking to you?" Darcy inquired, hushedly but urgently.

"He was just asking for bathroom directions!" You made up an excuse.

"Isn't this... his frat house?" Emma raised a brow.

"Okay, okay, listen. He just- He just came over and he wouldn't leave and then told me he knew where to find me and- I don't know it was torture!" You whined.

"God, don't tell me you're his next victim..." Darcy shivered, "We need to keep you away from him, at all costs."

"Y/n L/n and Lutz Beilschmidt..." Professor Neilson continued to announce the pairs for a group project, and you felt like you were dying inside. Lutz's head popped up from his resting place on his desk.

"No way." You said in unison (though one was obviously far more excited than the other), and you glanced at him to see him grinning widely at you.

The moment class was dismissed and students began funneling out you made your way to Professor Neilson's desk with some very strong words and a lot of questions.

"Professor, not to question your judgment but why was I paired up with Lutz?" You frowned.

"I think you'll be a good influence on him-"

"But-"

"-and he isn't a slacker so you won't be doing the project alone. You and Beilschmidt need to work together, just for this week." He said, sternly as he turned back to the various papers spread across his desk.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're trying to get rid of me already." A very familiar German accent purred behind you, an arm—a muscular arm but you tried not to go there—slung around your shoulder.

"Of course not, partner." You grimaced. "You smell like beer..."

"Sorry, süße, I'll wear cologne when we study."

You shrugged off his arm with a groan, walking out of the classroom as Lutz trailed behind you. He easily kept up with your speedy strides, damn him for being so tall and quick on his feet, you were hoping all that muscle would weigh him down.

...You really have to stop thinking about his muscular build.

"Hey, wait, I thought we got off on the right foot." Lutz continued following you like a lost puppy until you turned around and glared straight at him.

"Listen, Lutz, I know a little too well what kind of guy you are and I really don't want to get involved so can you please just..." You sighed, "Just do your part and let's not get buddy-buddy."

"Hey, I was looking forwards to getting buddy-buddy..." He huffed, "Listen, Y/n, I know I have a reputation but that doesn't mean we can't be friendly, I mean c'mon, give me a fair chance."

You glanced between him and the crowd of students trailing the hallways, groaning as you gave in.

"Fine. But make one wrong move and I'm out."

"He's your what?" Emma gasped.

"My history project partner..." You whined, "I cannot believe Professor Neilson would do that to me, I mean come on I thought I was his star student. Why is he torturing me with Lutz."

"Not my monkey, not my circus." Darcy snorted, "You're on your own here."

"How did you get rid of him, Darcy?" You pleaded.

"I liked him." She sighed.

"Oh... Right..." You let your face fall into your arms, "God I'm never gonna shake him, am I?"

"She's your what?" Allen snorted.

"My history project partner!" Lutz fist-pumped, "God, I thought Neilson was a hardass but he really hooked me up this time."

"She is kinda bad," Zao smirked, "You gonna... ya know..."

"She said no getting buddy-buddy but, well, you know me," Lutz smirked, Allen and Zao whistling and cheering. "I mean... I dunno, maybe I won't go too far with her..."

"What? Are you going soft on us, buddy?" Allen cackled.

"Hey man, shes not really like other girls ya know, she didn't really fold fast at all. I kinda wanna see where it'll go..."

"'Not like other girls' is wild," Zao snorted, "she's gonna end up like every single one of them did, in your bed. Or mine. Might snatch her up since you're hesitating~."

"I mean it, I kind of... like her. I don't really want to make her into another fling.." Lutz leaned back in his chair, groaning. "God, what am I gonna do..."

Lutz had been studying with you every day this week, and you don't think you've ever seen him this dedicated to the class itself. When he could, he would invite you to his place—goofily kicking aside the stray socks and boxers left strung across the floor by his roommates—but when he couldn't, you would study on campus.

Today, however, it was raining.

Lutz (yuck) 3:42 Y/N lemme just come to your dorm pls my place is busy rn zao is dealiong drugs or smth ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Y/n3:43 no we can study tomorrow you're not coming in my dorm stay away far away ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Lutz (yuck) 3:43 P[LEASE ill be on my bestest behavior trust

You gave in eventually.

"-and in retaliation, they..." You glanced up at Lutz, scooting away a bit. "You're this close to sitting on me, dude."

"Sorry, the words are so small, I can't read them..." He slowly grinned, "Hey, maybe you should sit on me, süße-"

"Don't even start, Lutz." You groaned, punching him lightly as he practically giggled beside you.

"It smells great in here, what is that, vanilla?" He sniffed.

"I think my roommate has a candle in the bathroom," You said, "but I think its lavendar so I'm not sure where youre getting vanilla."

He hummed, and though you couldnt see it, he was staring at you as your rattled on about some random history thingy—he wasnt really listening in the first place. Lutz had grown a soft spot to you, much to Allen and Zao's amusement, it had gotten so bad he was turning down girls. Lutz Beilschmidt was turning down girls. He was whipped, but he was too lovesick to be ashamed.

You flipped the page gently, but Lutz reached over and flipped it back. When you looked up at him, his face was hovering inches away from yours and he was practically drowning himself in your eyes.

"I wasn't- I wasn't done reading." His voice came out low, his tone intimate even.

God, what was happening to you?

Charcoal nuzzled into your neck as you leaned back in Lutz's beanbag chair. He pouted at you from his desk chair.

"Charcoal doesn't even do that with me."

"What can I say, he must just like me more." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at Lutz as you rubbed the top of Charcoal's head.

"Maybe you're like his mom." Lutz grinned, "Which since I'm his dad that would mean-"

You threw his dirty socks at him.

Emma and Darcy were supportive of you, even if they did think you were a little stupid for falling for Lutz (though, Emma meant stupid in an endearing, cute way!). However, sometimes you wondered if Darcy was jealous, and sometimes it seemed like she was. When you were talking to Lutz in the hallways, him begging you to come hang out with him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes Darcy had ever seen, her browline creased and her lips downturned. When Lutz was texting you, begging for your attention, Darcy was glaring at your phone screen. When you were complaining about Lutz being a little too comfortable, Darcy was bitterly making comments like "must be hard" and "poor you".

"I was gonna go to a party at Theta Theta this weekend." Darcy said as she scrolled through her phone, "You guys wanna come with?"

"Isn't that Lutz's frat house?" Emma said, bobbypin in mouth as she braided your hair, "Ya know, the guy Y/n is head over heels for?"

"I am not head over heels for Lutz-!"

"I'm not letting that loser stop me from partying," Darcy grinned, giggling, "Plus, it gives little miss Y/n a chance to meet someone new~."

"Oooh!" Emma giggled, "We can find you a man to make Lutz jealous!"

"Guys I cannot believe youre trying to rope me into doing that in his god damn house, are you kidding me?" You griped, "I am not going."

You sipped lightly on a hard lemonade, the blaring music echoing through your ears as you looked through the crowd for any sign of Lutz.

(Yes, you gave in)

Since arriving, you had lost Darcy in the crowd and hadn't seen a single glimpse of the fluffy blonde hair you were so familiar with. Emma suggested going up to his room, teasing you and saying you might've made him retire from his partying ways. You rolled your eyes, but carefully made your way up the stairs anyway. Immediately, you saw Lutz exiting his room, looking a bit dishevelled but, hey, he's a frat boy. You smiled widely as you went up to greet him.

You never made it to him.

No one other than Darcy, your best friend since before highschool, walked out of his room behind him. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair messy. She barely spared you a glance before wrapping her grimy hands around Lutz's bicep.

"Babe, come back~."

You and Emma drove home in silence. Emma was horrified at the news, you could hear her acrylics tapping away at her phone screen and you could only imagine the shit storm that Darcy was getting. Your own phone was blowing up, actually, and you had to put it on do not disturb to be able to focus on driving at all. The threat of breaking down and crying pricked at your eyes and made your nose feel ticklish, you felt ill, and you stomach wouldn't stop doing backflips.

When Darcy said you lose Lutz by liking him, she wasn't lying.

At the same time as you were fighting a breakdown, Lutz was cussing out a very smug Darcy.

"Holy shit what is wrong with you?" He scolded, "I'm sorry that I didn't like our fling and I'm not in love with you, but you are some kind of evil for doing this to your best friend. Like jesus fucking christ, what are you even getting from this?"

"Come on Lutz, we were better than whatever you had going on with her, she could never-"

"Don't even finish that thought." He spat, "Get out of my god damn house."

You were awoken from your sleep by pitiful, desperate pleas at your door. You heard the frantic knocking, the begging and crying and whining, and you knew who was behind it. You rubbed your eyes, still puffy from crying yourself to sleep, and checked your notifications.

Lutz <32:13 A.M. please its not what it looks like i know thats like a stupid overused excuse but its not an excuse darcy told me she wanted to talk to me about something she set it all up please i dont want anyone else

Lutz <3 2:43 A.M. please respond pick up my calls i swear to god Y/n i promise nothing was going on i'm not like that i swear

You snorted at his texts, he was saying every excuse, using every cliché line that people use when they get caught.

"Y/n I know you're in there I just want to talk I swear nothing was happening," As you walked closer to your door you heard Lutz bang his head against the other side, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please just let me explain."

When you opened the door he stumbled in, his face painted in shock and sadness and relief all at once, and the moment he laid eyes on your pitiful expression he looked like the wind had just been taken out of him. He tried to place his hands on the sides of your face to wipe your tears, but you gently pushed his hands away by the wrists and stepped back.

"Y/n..."

"You have 10 minutes to explain." You sniffled. "And then I'm kicking you out for being a dirty, lying, unfaithful asshat!"

"No! No, nonono, I wasn't unfaithful nothing ever happened I swear. On my life, my brothers life, my mother, father, cat, on everything important to me I swear to you that nothing happened between me and Darcy." He pleaded, "When you guys got to the party I was just hanging out in my room, watching videos, you know how it is. Darcy had knocked on my door and I- I went to open it and she just walked in like she owned the place. It was gross she was acting like we're super close and she was all flirty and it-

"Either way, she was trying to be all handsy and I had pushed her off and stepped out and that when you came up the stairs. She just came out after me and I knew it looked so bad and I didn't know what to say and-"

Were his eyes glossing over?

"Look, look at my texts with her and- and you can see that there really isnt anything going on and I swear you're the only person I want. I don't even have her number saved in my phone, Y/n, she's nothing to me."

You snatched his phone, scrolling through countless texts of Lutz being so irreversibly angry and distraught while Darcy simply defended her actions. You checked her number, it was really Darcy, and you felt fat tears roll down your cheeks.

"Oh my god you're telling the truth." You sobbed as you launched forwards into his chest.

He smelled a little woody and his shirt still smelled like laundry detergent and yeah there was an underlying hint of alcohol but it wasn't nearly as strong as it was the day you became his project partner. You melted into him as he rubbed his (rather large) hands over your back, calloused fingers wrapping around your arm as he brought you closer and closer to him and if it weren't literally impossible you thought you might have ended up merging with him. He kissed the crown of your head, muttering words of reassurance and affection.

Lifting your head up, he wiped the tears away from your face and brushed your hair behind your ears. He gently caressed your cheeks, letting his fingers dance over every detail of your cheek and jaw before shakily bringing himself closer and closer to you until his lips met yours and you melted into each other with so much passion and affection you thought you might drown

"I think I'm in love with you."

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