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A Letter From The Past

Summary: On the day of your wedding, the last thing you expected to hear is your groom Rooster Bradshaw is freaking out and having jitters. You want to talk to him and help him with whatever it is he needs. Though you also never thought you would be crying this much reading a letter from Carole Bradshaw.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw X Reader, and Minor Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace.

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Angst, Comfort, wedding jitters, drinking mentioned, dead parents mentioned. Best Friend Hangman.

A/N: The reader's call sign is Malibu Barbie, I think in this they all call her Malibu. I was crying too much to finish editing. I hope you like it. There will most likely be more parts about the wedding ceremony and then the reception. Let me know what you think and if you're interested in more parts.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin took his job as the man of honor very seriously, and it wasn’t just because his girlfriend Natasha “Phoenix” Trace was the best lady at this wedding. Really there was in no possible way a competition happening between them on who was the better best friend. That was why he laughed in her face when she had first come knocking to tell him there was a situation that they needed to deal with, as soon as possible.

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“Listen, Malibu, I have good news and bad news.”

Your eyes immediately snapped open. The makeup artist who was in front of you stepped back as well, making a small huffing sound but not complaining. Jake was in front of you, biting his lip and looking absolutely ridiculous in his robe, which had Man of honor embroidered on it. Jake was your wingman, best friend, and the obvious choice for your maid of honor. He got stuff done, was organized, and well, the best at whatever he put his mind to. You had one of the best bachelorette parties you could have imagined, thanks to him planning out the Vegas trip. So anything bad happening on your wedding day, paired with Phoenix as best lady, and the amazing event planner you hired, had never crossed your mind.

“Why is there bad news on my wedding day, Hangman?” You ask him, trying to remain calm and not make any facial features that would affect the half finished makeup you were wearing.

“Well, let’s start with the good news,” He pressed a freshly made mimosa into your hands, made exactly the way you liked it. “A fresh mimosa for the beautiful bride to help with your nerves.”

“Jake, how much help am I going to need? Because you’re making it sound like I should be downing some shots right now. Did the flowers not get here? Is someone dead or in jail? Is Maverick blacked out and fell down the stairs, so I have to find a new officiant?” The longer he waited to tell you, the more your mind started to spiral into the possible things that could be wrong.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down. Jake’s hand was heavy on your shoulder as he pushed you to take a sip of the new drink. “Malibu. Malibu, calm down. Hey, take a drink and take a breath.” He used the same tone he would like if you were to be up in the air, which helped ground you. “I actually unloaded your bouquet this morning, and it is absolutely stunning. Now, remember to breathe. It’s nothing that bad, but, Rooster is freaking out.”

Your heart rate instantly increased instead of calming down, hearing the callsign of your fiancé, soon-to-be husband. Rooster was known for being a pretty level-headed goofy, loving man who did exceptionally under pressure and stress. He was your rock in the storm most of the time; you hadn’t ever even considered the possibility he would freak out.

You had wanted to spend the night before the wedding together with him, but he wanted to have the traditional night apart. So you hadn’t seen him since the end of the rehearsal dinner the night before or all morning setting things up and getting ready. “Oh my god, that’s so much worse. Is he here?” You managed to ask, standing up from the chair and striding towards the door.

Hangman was right on your heel, already reaching to stop you from launching yourself out of the room and down to the groom's suite. He put his hand on the door when you tried to pull it open. “Yes, he is here. He is just freaking out, though. Maverick is trying to calm him down.”

“I don’t think Pete is the best idea for that." You snap back, pulling on the door harder. “Where’s Nat? Where’s Bob?” You asked, questions swirling around you.

“Malibu,” Jake called again, but you were ignoring him now. “Y/N,” he said again, taking his hands off the door to shake you lightly. This finally caught your attention, and you stopped trying to open the door.

“Take a deep breath with me.” You followed his advice breathing in and out. The rest of your bridal party all stopping getting ready, and watched the exchange with worried eyes.

“I need to go see him.”

“You aren’t ready for first looks yet, and neither is he.”

“What kind of freaking out is he doing? Am I about to get left at the altar or what?” You asked, trying to maintain calm.

“It’s hard to explain,” Jake told you. Without another word, you broke from his grasp and threw open the door of the bridal suite, not even bothering to adjust your robe and tighten it around yourself. However, Natasha was standing on the other side.

“Malibu,” she gave you a tight smile. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Phoenix, how is Bradley? Where is he?”

“Yes, well, I was worried Hangman wouldn’t be able to contain you, so I’m here for interference. Before I can go check on him again.”

You glared at the other woman, but she didn’t budge, and now Hangman was at your back. The couple was boxing you in. “I want to see him."

“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart. That’s not going to happen yet. You will both thank us later.” Jake said from behind you.

“I won’t be thanking anyone if Brad is freaking out so much we don’t get married today.” You snap back. “I want to see him.”

The couple made eye contact over your shoulder, having a silent conversation you couldn’t begin to decipher. Finally, it was Pheonix who grounded you. She straightened out your robe so it was a bit more proper looking. “How about this? Jake and I will figure it out. You don’t need to worry.”

“No, I want to talk to Brad,” you said, hysteria and worry starting to claw in you. “I need to because now I’m going to start freaking out.”

Hangman jumped back into the fray of the conversation, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and turning you back to the bridal suite. “Okay, Nat and I will figure out a way for you and Rooster to talk. And no, you are not getting your phones back. So why don’t you get your hair finished up, and keep going with the makeup.”

“Yeah. We will make it happen, Y/N. There's nothing for you to worry about.” Natasha said, helping guide you back into the room.

“I’m worried now. I'm about to be the one freaking out.” You reminded them. You held up your thumb and index finger, keeping them a little apart in a demonstration. "This close, you guys."

Even with that being said, they didn’t leave your side until you were back in the chair, and Jake had watched you take at least two more sips of the mimosa he had brought.

“Where's the photographer?” You asked, feeling panicked about every little detail now. No longer able to access the relaxed state you had been in five minutes ago.

“They aren’t scheduled to get here for another 45 minutes,” Jake said, giving you one of his stellar smiles, which helped calm you down a bit. Then he gave a light kiss on your forehead. “Hey, I’m your wingman and even more importantly, your man of honor. I’ve got this all taken care of. Give us a little bit of time, and you can talk to Rooster.”

Despite Hangman’s famous tendency to leave people behind in the air to be the best, you did trust him wholeheartedly. You also trusted Pheonix, who was nodding along with her boyfriend in support.

“Okay,” you conceded. With that, the two of them were out the door, and the rest of your bridal party rushed in to help calm you down.

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“Telling her was not the best idea Nat,” Hangman said as soon as the door had closed behind them.

“We couldn’t not tell her. Rooster is really, really freaking out. I never would have expected that from him. I was hoping that she would have ideas on how to calm him down.”

Jake groaned. “Babe, now both of them are freaking out.”

“Time for us to come up with a plan and do some damage control.”

The groom's suite was on the other side of the venue, and they were almost there. Jake did not care about at the looks he was getting from wearing the robe he currently had on from some of the caters and staff of the venue.

“They are going to roast you alive for that robe in there,” Pheonix said, stopping at the door to the groom's suite.

“I don’t care. They are just jealous I am best man and that they don’t have robes.”

“Man of honor.” Natasha corrected him while shaking her head. She stopped him before he could open the door. With her hand tightened in the collar of the robe, Natasha pressed a quick kiss to his lips. When he followed her for another, she pulled away. “That was for my nerves,” she told him.

“Sweetheart, we are going to figure this out. There ain't a team better than us in the world.” Jake said with a drawl cupping her face and stealing another kiss. She laughed at him and shoved his chest.

“Except Rooster and Malibu,”

“Yeah, that’s true. Today, Rooster and Malibu are allowed to have us beat, but just barely.”

Stealing one more peck, Nat opened the door to the groom's suite then. Jake sauntered in like he wasn’t stressed out, but she could see some of his smaller tells.

“Never fear, Hangman is here,” he called out, supporting a cocky grin.

It took approximately five seconds before half the room broke into laughter seeing the other aviator. All of Rooster's groomsmen and ladies, except one of his close friends from UVA -- Daniel, were also in the Navy. And given the nature of their friend groups, they knew Hangman. Even Daniel had met Jake during the bachelor party.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Javy asked, doubled over in laughter.

“Coyote shut up. Now’s not the time,” Jake quickly brushed his friend off, scanning the room for Rooster. “Where is Bradshaw? If he ran off, Malibu will kill him, and when she is done, then I will kill him again.”

“He locked himself in that closest,” Daniel Hamm said, pointing to the door most of the guys were standing by. Natasha breezed past them all straight to the door knocking on it. Maverick shook his head in wain at her attempt, having already tried.

“Thanks Radio,” Hangman said, rolling his eyes and grabbing a beer from the fridge before he joined the crowd around the door.

“Bradshaw,” she said in a serious voice, hearing nothing from the other side. “Come on, buddy you can talk to us.”

“Leave me alone,” She finally heard Rooster's voice from inside.

“Bradley, you aren’t eight years old. You can’t lock yourself in a closet,” Maverick said, shaking his head. Pheonix shot him a glare. He really wasn’t helping anything. Jake shoved the Mav out of the way.

“Maverick, you really have heart, but why don’t you sit this one out sir.” Then Jake knocked on the door three times.

“Bradshaw, it’s Seresin.”

“Why are you here?”

“Listen buddy,” Jake started to say but was quickly cut off.

“You’re supposed to be with Y/N. Is she okay?” The panic in Bradley’s voice only increased, and Pheonix smacked the back of Jake’s head in punishment. He winced and grabbed the offending hand so she wouldn’t be able to smack him again. Turning to the rest of the guys crowding them in around the closet, he glared.

“Hey, can you guys give us a little space?”

“Roost do you want to talk to Malibu? She wants to talk to you, and Jake and I can make it happen.” Phoenix asked.

“I’m not ready to see her.”

“No, no seeing involved yet. She is still getting ready. But you can still talk to her. Would that help you out?” Jake cut in.

“Is she okay?”

“Well, to be honest, no. Not really, buddy. It would help her a lot to talk with you. That’s why I’m down here.” If there was anything that could override Rooster’s own panic, it would be concern and protectiveness over you.

There was silence on the other side of the door. Natasha gave Jake the thumbs up before speaking to the door again. “You can’t talk to her from this closet, though.”

A full minute passed, and then the door to the closet opened. Bradley had hunched his too tall form to fit in, and he was still wearing the casual outfit he had shown up in that morning. He did not look his best. Everyone else in the room cheered at the sight of him, and he cracked a small grin. The stress was clearly still bubbling under the surface of that smile.

“Bro, what the fuck are you wearing?” Rooster asked when he set eyes on Hangman's plush Man of honor robe, which made everyone laugh again.

“Y’all are just jealous that Phoenix didn’t get you robes. I got everyone robes on the bride’s side, and we are living in luxury. While y’all are bumming it.”

“Can I talk to Malibu now?”

“No, we have to get stuff set up.”

Natasha jumped in then, “You just got to give us twenty minutes. In the meantime, I want you guys to shotgun some of those beers.” Everyone gave another cheer, and Brad forced another smile on his face.

Phoenix quickly shut the door to the closet again so there wouldn’t be another disappearing act. She grabbed her WSO’s arm too. “Bob listen to me, don’t let him back into that closet. And maybe try and get him into something besides those ratty joggers and wife beater. I know that the wedding is still for a while, and you guys take 20 minutes to get dressed but at least get him in a Hawaiian shirt and some slacks or something.”

Bob nodded his head, and she smiled, knowing that he wouldn't let her down. Making sure all the guys were rallying around Bradley, she headed back out the door where Hangman was waiting.

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“Okay, princess. What is our game plan?”

“We need somewhere they can easily talk but can’t see each other.”

They both started to think of different places in the venue that would work for what they needed to accomplish.

“What about the bathroom? We put one of them in the stall so they can’t see each other.”

“That’s a terrible idea, Jake.”

“Fine, what about an open window and a curtain?”

“That’s better,” Pheonix conceded and then looked up from where they were standing.

The venue was absolutely beautiful, it was two parts. The second half of the reception and dinner was going to take place in the boat house where they currently were. And the second part of the venue was the riverboat. That was where the ceremony and a cocktail hour would be, before coming back to the boathouse. Overlooking the beach and water where the boat was docked was a balcony. On a small middle floor that was mostly storage and a few extra empty rooms, they hadn’t been planning on using. It had a set of huge french doors opening up onto the balcony.

“Jake, what if we open up those doors and pull out the curtains so that they don’t have to see each other. It will give them some privacy, and they will be able to still talk.”

He followed her gaze and started nodding his head. "You are absolutely brilliant, Trace."

They both quickly made their way up to the room and started to open the french doors and set out two chairs. They also stood on each side to test it, making sure it would work for their little plan. Once they had confirmed this, they both went to collect their side of the couple.

“Okay, you are bringing in Rooster first, and then I’ll bring in Malibu.”

“Yes,” Pheonix confirmed. They were about to split again when they noticed the photographer approach them.

“Hi, I am here for the pictures. Are they ready to do some getting ready ones?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Jake said, giving her one of his signature smiles. “There is actually a bit of a change, to our schedule. The couple is about to have a chat on that balcony.” He pointed up to it so that she would be able to see.

“First looks aren’t scheduled for another hour and a half,” the photographer said, checking her watch, a bit panicked that they had changed the schedule up on her.

“They aren’t doing first looks yet. They just need to have a talk,” Natasha said kindly. “So please feel free to get your camera set up and photograph all the decor and anything like that you need to, and the coordinator DeeDee should be around here somewhere as well.

"Also, maybe pictures of them up there on the balcony if you can manage it," Jake added. That’s all the two gave the poor woman before dashing off.

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The entire time Jake had been gone and your makeup was being finished up, you hadn’t been able to ease the tension coiling in you. When Jake told you the plan and brought you to the balcony, retreating to the other side with Phoenix, waiting until you both calmed down and were done talking.

You could see the shadow of Bradley pacing on his side of the balcony when you stepped out onto yours. Also, hearing the steady rhythm of his feet. Only barely able to make out his shape through the illuminated curtain but not actually able to see him.

“Brad?” You called out.

“Baby,” you heard him say, and his pacing stopped.

“Honey, are you okay? What’s going on? Jake said you were freaking out but didn’t give me any details.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Okay," you took a moment, trying to organize your thoughts. "Are you having doubts about me? About us? Is it anything I did?”

“No. It's not you. You're perfect,” he said quietly.

“Okay, that's good. Well, what happened when you first started freaking out?”

“I got a letter.”

“A letter?”

“Yeah.”

You sighed heavily and situated yourself into the chair that was on your side, realizing that it was going to be a slow conversation. A slow conversation was fine. You would do anything for Bradley, talk for hours, even put off this wedding if that was what he needed.

“I will sit here and wait all day. I don’t want you to feel pressure, but sweetheart, my Rooster, you can talk to me. We talk. Us getting married today won’t change that.”

There was silence from his end, and you saw his shadow start to pace again. “We are getting married, and I don’t even know how to be married. I haven’t seen one good marriage in my life. I don’t even really remember my parent's marriage. I just know the stories my mom would tell me.”

“Being married won’t really change our relationship, not really. The biggest thing is that the Navy is going to have to do their best to station us together now. But if you don’t want to get married today, we don’t actually have to.” You said, taking a moment to think about his words.

“Last night, Mav gave me a box, and I didn’t think anything of it. I thought it was just an early wedding gift. I wanted to get as much rest as possible, so I saved it to open until this morning. Then I opened it up, and there was a letter. From my mother.”

"Oh Brad,” you gasp and put your hand over your mouth.

“It says to my Bradley on his wedding day. She wrote me all these letters when she got sick. I thought I had read the last of them, years ago. But I guess she gave this one to Mav to keep for me. I can’t,” his voice broke, and you watched his shadow slump against the wall. “I can’t read it,” he finally finished.

You couldn’t stand not seeing him or holding him in your arms. You reached for the curtain separating you from him. You started to pull on it so you could see him, but his hand held it firm so you couldn’t reveal him to your wanting eyes. You saw his hand and grabbed it, threading your fingers together.

“Baby, it’s a silly wedding tradition. It doesn’t matter if I’m all dressed up yet. Let me hold you please, “ you begged him.

“I do care. I sure as hell am not ever marrying anyone else, baby. So, I want the full experience. I’m sorry I waited until the morning of our wedding to have a breakdown about what marriage means to me.”

You stroked your thumb across the back of his hand soothingly. “Do you have it?”

“Have what?”

“The letter with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to read it for you? Or we can save it if you would like.”

He didn’t say anything, and you waited for him, not prompting him or pressuring him to share that special document with you. Just allowing him time and space to make the choice and make sure he knew you were there for him.

Then a small box just longer than a folded letter and an inch or so deep was pushed to your side of the balcony. “Will you read it to me? And don’t edit anything out no matter what she said. “

“Of course.” You opened the box and on top of some tissue paper was a letter with elegant handwriting. With shaking fingers, you let go of Bradley's hand and picked up the letter to open it and start reading.

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To My Bradley on his wedding day.

Dear Bradley,

You’re getting married. What a wonderful, joyous occasion. You were the light of my life when your father passed away, and now you have found someone who I hope is the light of yours. I hope you know I am there with you every day, Bradley. That I am with you right now reading this letter. Even if you can’t hear us, your father and I are going to be cheering louder than anyone at the ceremony. I know your father would have had all kinds of manly husbandly advice for you. I am so sorry I can’t leave that for you. However, I can tell you some of the things we valued in our marriage. I can also tell you that Nick is so proud of you, Bradley Bradshaw.

I know I raised you right and that you know how to treat a partner, but I still wanted to give you some advice. Don’t you ever take anything for granted, not a single moment with your wife. Not one night in bed together, holding hands while walking, not doing chores, or going grocery shopping. Treasure them all; even when you get into fights, which will happen, they are unavoidable. We don’t know how much time we all get here on this earth. While I am hoping you and your future wife live the longest happiest lives together, I don’t want you to have any regrets if that's not the case. When you really love someone, no amount of time, not even forever, is enough. Never leave each other's side without a kiss and saying I love you. Open that whole beautiful heart of yours and love without reservations Bradley.

I am sure your father and I would love your wife. I’m confident that she is kind and beautiful and everything I had always dreamed of in a future daughter-in-law. I hope she is goofy and makes you laugh. I hope she loves you as much as I loved your father and understands the man you grew up to be. I left a little gift for her in this box, so that she knows how much we already love her and that I’m there for her today too. Please give it to her before the wedding.

I am going to ask that you and your wife support each other through any hardship life throws in your way. Nothing feels better than the hand of the person you love in yours when you’re in the middle of a storm. Treat each other with love, respect, and kindness. Live your life together in every sense you can: laugh together, sing in the car together, and cry together. It isn’t just love that holds up a marriage; it’s dedication, partnership, and most importantly, honesty. Don’t stop dating or having fun just because you have tied the knot. Go out on the town and take trips, live life together. Keep getting lost in each others’ eyes, just in case they’ve changed since you last checked.

While you are committing yourself to be one part of a whole, I want you to still have friends and family to go to when problems arise, they will always have an open ear. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for support from each other or the people who love you. But always listen to your heart when making decisions. I love you, Bradley. We will always be there as you walk anywhere. To your new wife, we will be walking with her, too.

Welcome your wife to the family with a big Bradshaw hug from us.

Sending you more love than you can imagine,

Mom and your Dad too.

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Bradley had openly started sobbing during the first paragraph, and you had started crying reading the letter too. You didn’t care about the makeup you were wearing at all. You had held the pages away from you so that none of the tears would spill and ruin the letter. When you had been able to take a few more breaths, you carefully folded it up again and put it back in the envelope.

You reached your hand around the other side of the curtain again. Rooster quickly grabbed it and gave it a kiss, his face was wet from tears, and you felt the tickle of his mustache on your wrist.

“That was a beautiful letter,” you finally told him, breaking the bubble of silence from when you finished reading. You couldn’t keep your voice from breaking.

“We are already crying together.”

“Yes, we are.”

“What’s in the box?”

You pulled out the tissue paper with your available hand. Inside there were two long white ribbons, each of a different material. A small note card also baring Carole’s handwriting, it was short. It told you one of the ribbons was from Carole’s own wedding dress and the other she had made from Nick’s dress whites. Then there was a small blue glass flower hairpin. The gifts made you start crying again as you told Bradley what was inside. Then you pushed the box with the gifts and the letter back over to him so that he could see.

“She would have loved you. They would have loved you,” he said. His voice breaking. Another sob wrecked through him, and you felt his body shake just from holding his hand.

“Put a hand over your eyes, Bradley.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes and put a hand over them. No peaking.”

He let go of your hand then, and you waited a few more moments. Then you pushed the french door. Just before you could see Bradley, you closed your own eyes too. It only took you a moment of feeling around before reaching his side and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.

He hugged you back just as fiercely, pressing his wet face into your neck and shoulder against the plush robe you were wearing. You felt him mouthing something into your skin, and your hand found his hair running through it soothingly.

“What’s that?” you ask him gently.

“Thank you, thank you. I love you,” he kept muttering it into your skin, over and over loud enough now that you could hear it. After that, the two of you just held each other for a few minutes until your breathing leveled out again, and Bradley stopped crying.

“How are you feeling?”

He squeezed you extra tight then. “I’m good, thanks to you. I’m sorry for freaking out and worrying you. And throwing off today’s whole schedule.”

“There is nothing to apologize for,” you reassured him. “It’s our day. We can do whatever we want. Plus, this is obviously Pete’s fault for not telling you about the letter,” you said light-heartedly.

“Hashtag everything's Mav’s fault.” Rooster said with a chuckle. It was a hashtag they made up on Bradley's bachelor party that had just stuck.

He pressed a delicate kiss to your throat, and you were tempted to open your eyes and find his lips. However, he pulled away from you before you could.

“Okay baby. Thank you. I love you. I’m not peaking. We both need to get ready. I will see you soon, though, for first look pictures.”

“I love you too.”

You scooted away from him and opened your eyes to find the door and situate it between you two again. “I’m going to leave. I’ll send Natasha in for you, is that okay?”

“Yes,” he said. His voice was the steadiest and most like normal you had heard all day.

“Also, I don’t want you to feel any pressure to wear these gifts from my Mom,” He told you, holding the box out around the door. You gently pulled it from his grasp, noting that the letter wasn’t in it anymore, but the ribbons and pin were.

“I will be wearing them. You couldn’t stop me. This is a gift from my mother-in-law, you know.” You joked but held the box close to your chest. It was true; even if it didn’t match your wedding’s aesthetics, they were beautiful gifts, and you would never throw something so sweet and thoughtful to the side like that.

Rooster didn’t say anything more, and you made your way out to the door. When you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of Jake pressed up against the far wall of the hallway. Natasha slotted in between his legs, the two of them making out.

You cleared your throat twice before they broke apart. Neither of them even looked embarrassed, which just made you laugh and clutch the box a little closer to your chest.

“Everyone knows I am the captain of the Hannix ship, but it is my wedding day, you guys. Please try and keep it in your pants and robes for a few more hours.”

“Is everything good?” Natasha asked, brushing off your comment with little more than a smile.

“Yeah, everything’s good,” You confirm. “Rooster’s waiting for you to grab him once I’m out of eyesight.

“Good,” Jake said. He couldn’t help himself from pressing one more kiss to Nat’s lips before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started to guide you away. “We have to completely redo your makeup. I had no idea you could even cry this hard. One of your eyelashes is falling off.”

You rolled your eyes at him but leaned into his side. Excitement for the rest of the day to unfold was bubbling in you. Staring at the gifts from Carole, you started to plan how you were going to incorporate them into the day.

Phoenix went to grab Rooster when you two had disappeared from sight and found him holding a letter, tears falling from his eyes again. She had to resist the internal urge to make fun of him for crying. There wasn’t anything wrong with a man crying, despite what people thought. Natasha being someone who made sure she could always fit in with the guys, was guilty of holding others to the stereotype. Even more so from her time in the military.

“How you doing, Bradshaw?” She asked kindly.

He quickly folded the letter and whipped a few tears on the white Hawaiian-themed shirt that Bob had forced him into. “I’m good. Ready to get ready. I promise I’m done crying for the day.”

Natasha laughed and held out a hand, helping him to his feet. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Rooster. You’re a big softie. We both know you’re going to cry when Malibu walks down the aisle, and probably during first looks too.”

And as per usual, Phoenix was completely correct.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #Hannix

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sagesandlotus · 6 months

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Spy x Family Headcanons I Can't Help Thinking About:

kinda spoilers

Firstly:

- Asexual Yor

Secondly:

- Yor already proved that she enjoys being Loid's wife and Anya's mother but what if the whole Nightfall situation got flipped. Like Yor has to work with another assassin (from the secret garden? I forgot the name but they mentioned briefly that the Shopkeeper has multiple assassins).

And let's say Loid somehow meets this other assassin in like casual wear or something and Loid is like "oh fuck, we aren't actually married so she might start liking someone else" and here is someone else. He will keep telling himself he is trying to mess up their relationship for the mission but he starts like seriously hating this other assassin, just cause he is close to Yor.

Like Yor starts working late more and mentions that she worked with Mr Assassin in the office. Or she mentions she already ate dinner with Mr. Assassin. Maybe even Loid asks Yor for something or to watch Anya and she says she can't cause she is working on a project with Mr. Assassin.

Angst bonus for Loid confronting the fact that Yor isn't romantically attached to him (he thinks) and he is worried she is either going to want to marry someone she lives or is never gonna get married or find someone she loves. This starts breaking his heart for some reason cause he wants Yor to be happy and he thinks "she deserves to be with someone who loves her" and he starts feeling guilty about his 'relationship' with her.

Idk I don't think this makes any sense but I feel like there could be a nice blend of hijinks and angst.

Third

!HELLA ANGST!

- Loid does complete his mission and has to leave.

- He could fake his death but I feel like it would be worse if his identity got found out by the secret police and he had to flee

-Yor and Anya would obviously be interrogated but because of Yuri (and the Shopkeeper) they would be found innocent and just put on some kind of watch for any suspicious activity

- Anya can't go to Eden anymore, she can't see Becky or Damian anymore

-Yor starts dealing with the fact that she married( fell in love with) and helped someone who was harming her country

- She of course takes care of Anya but not before Anya breaks down begging not to be abandoned

- Yor holds her and says she would never leave Anya but Anya reads Yor's mind and she hears Yor think " She reminds me of Loid Everytime I look at her"

- Don't get me wrong Yor loves Anya more than anything she just remembers all the good times they had as a family and it makes her heart break

Bonus: Bonus Angst or Happy ending??

- Yor takes a job on a lead they get on Twilight.

-She is bulldozing through everyone there cause she is determined to kill this traitor. This man who hurt her so badly, who lied to her. Who hurt ANYA!

- Yor has no hesitation when it comes to killing Loid. until she sees him, sees his face. She can't do it. she starts crying.

-Possible Happy Ending : Loid apologizes and cries as well. says he had to leave to protect them. And that he will try to help them as much as he can even from another country.

- Yor goes home that night claiming the lead they got was wrong and Twilight wasn't there. Then as she walks through the door she is greeted with her favorite flowers on the coffee table. From Loid.

Might add more later but I just couldn't get them out of my mind since Season 2 came out.

#spy x family #twiyor #twilight #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #headcannons #spy x family headcanons #light angst #angst with a happy ending #spoliers #small spoiler

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noonaishere · 23 days

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Music of the Heart [J.YH] - thirty-nine | girl’s night

“You can just be honest if you’re crying,” Dei said with a laugh.

“No, I seriously have something in my eye.”

“Uh huh.” Dei smiled and folded her arms.

You got up and went to the bathroom to check your eye in the mirror. Sure enough there was an eyelash snuggled up against your eyeball. You touched your finger to it and got it out, and brought it back over to the couch, holding it up to Dei so she could see it.

“See? I told you there was something there.”

She laughed. “Blow it away and make a wish.”

You looked at her as you sat. You pretended to make a wish and blew it away.

“Don’t tell me or it won’t come true.”

“You believe in that?”

“Of course.”

You chuckled as you took a sip of your wine.

The male lead of the movie grabbed at the female lead’s arm, making her turn around.

“Ugh,” Dei said. “If a man - or anyone - ever did that to me, I’d slap him.”

You nodded. “I can’t imagine anyone liking that.”

“Like, rough shit is okay in the bedroom, as long as everyone’s consenting, but I hate shit like what he just did.”

“Mhm.” You nodded and took another sip. You were here for recon, you reminded yourself. “Do you prefer like… guys who are much nicer?”

She nodded. “Honestly, I want like… my ex was such a piece of shit even before he cheated on me. And the guys I dated since then… they just lack… feeling.”

“Feeling?” You asked as you turned to her.

“Yeah, like… I want a guy who can provide and be steadfast and help me raise my daughter, but I don’t want a robot. I want someone who’ll do sweet little things, like bring me flowers once in a while even though it’s not a holiday or my birthday, or… I used to write these little letters to my ex about how much I loved him and maybe leave him on his pillow or put them in his bag so he’d find it later. If you love someone, you should tell them - I feel - so I want someone to do that for me.”

You nodded. “So, underneath your very cool and hip-hop looking exterior--”

She laughed.

“--you’re a romantic.”

“Well… I don’t know if I’d say I’m a romantic… I don’t really like big displays of affection? Like, one of the girls in the dance group told me that she wants her boyfriend to propose to her in a hot air balloon?” She shook her head in disbelief.

You had taken an ill-fated sip at that moment, and started choking as you laughed.

“Is it that funny?”

“Someone else mentioned hot air balloons to me recently, maybe it’s a fad.”

“Ugh, even worse. You shouldn’t do things just to follow fads.”

You guessed it was the same girl who mentioned hot air balloons to both Mingi and Dei.

“So what would you call yourself if not a ‘romantic’?”

“Mmm… more like… a sentimentalist. Like it’s the sentiment behind the gesture, not the gesture itself? If the gesture is too big then it becomes more about the showmanship and not the feeling behind it, if that makes sense?”

“Mmm…”

“It’s like… the difference between a shock rock band and a local band. The shock rock band has all the pyrotechnics and video screens behind the band and the props and whatever else to be an interesting visual, but the local band doesn’t have that, they just have themselves and their instruments and they have to impress you that way.”

“I think I know what you mean… were you trying to help me by putting it into a music-related metaphor.”

She laughed. “No, I just remembered this time my parents and I went to see a KISS concert in Tokyo when I was little and like… I didn’t get it.”

“Your parents are KISS fans?”

“Yeah, I know,” she laughed.

“As a bassist, I’m offended.”

She laughed loudly. “But you see what I mean; they’re all flash and no substance. Even if there is substance, it’s lost under all the flash.”

“It’s KISS so I’m pretty sure it’s substance-free.” You chuckled.

She laughed again and sipped her wine.

“But I get what you mean. The message is way more important than the way it’s delivered.”

“Yeah. And I like the small shit, like just leaving a note or helping someone with something or doing something nice once in a while, you know.”

“When people are upfront with their emotions?”

“Yeah. If you like me just tell me you like me, you know? I hate guessing.”

“None of that play hard-to-get ‘push and pull’ stuff.”

“Nuh uh. I hate that push and pull shit; if you try to pull me I will push you right off a fucking cliff. I swear to god.”

You laughed into your wine and accidentally sprayed it out of the glass and sent it all over yourself. “Jesus christ!”

Dei went into hysterical laughter at what you did, nearly spilling her wine on herself.

You laughed. “Well, at least I’m at my house so I can just change. I’ll be right back.”

You got up and dealt with the wine-covered clothes and changed into sweat pants and a sweatshirt, sitting back on the couch a few minutes later.

“I hope this is okay.”

She smiled. “Go ahead, it’s your place.”

You laughed.

“Did you put your clothes in cold water?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, otherwise it won’t come out.”

You nodded and took a sip of your wine.

“I thought of another thing while you were gone.”

“Hmm?”

“I love handmade cards with something really from that person’s heart, but I hate store-bought cards.”

You nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”

“Yeah?” She smiled.

“Yeah. Sentiment can’t be printed in a factory just to write ‘to’ and ‘from’ and be handed to the recipient as if you’re obligated to do it.” You scowled.

She laughed. “Are you okay?”

“I actually really hate greeting cards.”

“Yes!” She held up her hand for you to high five and you did with a laugh.

You laughed and high-fived her back.

Mission accomplished.

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Eagle Vs Snake

Peng has a minor grudge against Xiaoqing for throwing a shoe at their face.

A request from @twinklecupcake starring her OC Xiaoqing! Also can be found on AO3.

-_-

“Okay, I need you to understand this.”

“Yes?”

“Peng will eat you if they get the chance.”

Xiaoqing blinked. Sun Wukong stared at her steadily back, looking eerily serious. She blinked again, and the words finally sank in. Everyone was bustling around, but her mind was nothing but silence. “What… seriously?” She knew eagles ate snakes, but the dynamics of animals didn’t often reflect those of demons at least, when it came to who was the predator or who was the prey.

“Seriously.” Wukong nodded. “I’ve known the guy for centuries. I’m pretty sure the only people they didn’t try to eat were Azure and I.” He leaned forward. “I walked in on them trying to eat Macaque, although I’m still not sure if they were trying literally or metaphorically.”

“Okay,” Xiaoqing started, ignoring Macaque’s baffled “What?” as he grabbed his scarf. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts that were beginning to form. “I didn’t need that image in my head.”

“First off,” Macaque leaned against Wukong. Disgust twisted his face. “When did Peng try to eat me?” Wukong opened his mouth, and the dark-furred monkey clapped a hand over it. “Nope, never mind, I still have icky thoughts.” He leaned against Wukong harder, sending the golden monkey halfway to the floor. Xiaoqing took a step back. “And they did try to eat you after Azure gave you those flowers.” Macaque leaned over to hiss. “Someone threw quite a hissy fit at that.”

Xiaoqing blinked. She didn’t need to know this. Beyond the fact that Peng might try to eat her. “Why would Peng try to eat me specifically?”

“Well, you did throw a shoe at him,” Tang said from behind, pressing a small dagger into her hand. Where he got it, Xiaoqing was unsure. Still, it was a nice dagger with a green handle shaped like a snake’s head. It fit comfortably in her hand. “I think that might be a problem.”

“Greetings, little girl.”

Xiaoqing wasn’t sure how to identify the emotions in her chest at the sight of the giant white eagle that flung Long Xiaojiao away like she barely weighed a thing. It was hissing and frantic, practically screaming get away, get away, get away. Xiaoqing had never felt like this before.

(The last time she did, her sister was gone in a flash.)

The world was suddenly in chaos. Sandy, Pigsy, and her Bófù were launching into an attack, only for the first to push the two out of the water. Xiaoqing screamed as the hammer slammed into Sandy. She couldn’t help the noise, especially at the crack she could hear deep in the river demon’s chest. “SANDY!” Xiaotian or Pigsy yelled, their voices mingling. Xiaoqing looked away at a gasp and shriek.

No.

The giant eagle’s claws dug into her uncle, pinning him down. She couldn’t smell iron yet, meaning blood hadn’t been drawn yet, but the threat was there. Faintly, she heard Xiaotian cry out, begging for Azure to stop this, but that ball of emotions was overwhelming her. She could barely see that gold flicker.

“If it isn’t the great monk, Tang Sanzang,” the eagle spoke, their voice like a blade being dragged across a wall. Her skin itched. There was a chuckle and Xiaoqing almost bent over with the urge to scream. Where the fuck was this fear coming from?! “You cannot imagine how I’ve longed for this moment.” There was a slam and the ground cracked under Tang.

They’re going to eat him.

Xiaoqing wasn’t sure why she thought of it. She simply pulled off her shoe, giving a mournful goodbye to a piece of her old life, and glared at the eagle. “QUIT THAT!”

They looked up and she threw it.

Her reward was a shriek of more surprise than pain. Peng stumbled back, holding their face, releasing Tang. Xiaojiao launched forward and pulled him closer to her. Xiaoqing launched forward to stand in front of the eagle, glaring at them. Her other shoe was all too easy to yank up and hold up.

“Stay the fuck back,” she hissed.

They released their face. There was no mark or anything, nothing to show how she had attacked, but there was fury in their eyes. “Ooh, you snake.”

She could question how they knew later. Xiaoqing simply hissed as she hefted up the shoe.

“Stay. Back.”

Peng hissed but stepped back. The look in their eyes said it wasn’t over, and Xiaoqing couldn’t help but hiss back.

“...Ah.”

“Don’t worry,” Wukong patted her shoulder. “If everything goes to plan, Peng won’t have time to bother you.”

Xiaoqing nodded and held up the dagger. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Right.”

-_-

Right, yeah… better safe than sorry…

The dagger spun away from Xiaoqing’s hands. Her back screamed at the weight on it.

The plus of the plan was that the chaos had divided the Camel Ridge Trio.

The downside was that she wasn’t with Tang and Pigsy and Sandy like planned. Instead, she was out here, with Macaque and Long Xiaojiao, and…

A voice full of poison bubbled with laughter.

“Hello again, little snake.”

No. This time, Xiaoqing refused to stay still. The claws dug in tight as Peng’s mouth opened, yet that didn’t dull the blaze inside her. Nor the pain in her jaw as her teeth shifted. Macaque was nowhere to be seen. She could see Xiaojiao running towards them, but still too far.

She needed to act.

Peng leaned forward, and their claws shifted on her flesh, like a hawk on a handler’s arm.

“Yellowtusk always thought I shouldn’t eat during battles. But he’s revealed himself to be nothing but a party ruiner. So, who cares?” Those claws shifted, and a hand grabbed her hair.

Now.

Xiaoqing allowed her body to shift, loosening Peng’s stance on her and allowing her to bite down on the meat of their lower arm.

That was a mistake. Not to defend herself, no, but the taste. Peng tasted like the ink of the scroll still clung to white feathers, which had an awful texture. Underneath that was the taste of iron and something sickly sweet. Before Xiaoqing could think of what it reminded her of, there was a shriek of “GET OFF!”

And then she was flying.

Xiaoqing screamed. Or hissed, as her body finished shrinking and twisting into her true form. The ground stretched wide below her. Xiaoqing clamped her eyes shut. She didn't know any flying spells even if she had time to shift back. She took a deep breath and prepared-

To hit a warm hand?

“Gotcha!” Xiaoqing opened her eyes in time to see Xiaojiao’s bright smile. Her vibrant green energy dragon shifted under her feet. “Don’t worry, Xiaoqing! I have you.”

Xiaoqing nodded back, unable to help a happy hiss.

“YOU BRAT!”

Peng hovered overhead, gripping their arm. This time, she had left a visible mark, one pulsing. Their eyes went wide before they let out a shriek.

“Hang on,” Xiaojiao tucked her into a pocket Xiaoqing hadn’t seen. From her position, the snake could see Xiaojiao adjust her grip on the sword. Overhead, purple magic began to spread, darkening the area. “Macaque’s ready to go. You?”

She hissed and Xiaojiao laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s give that chicken a taste of venom!”

#my writing #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Golden-Winged Peng #Sun Wukong #Tang #Macaque

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luvring · 2 months

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who is Cove and why do you love him so?

So Excited For This Question. cove is the love interest from our life: beginnings & always which has been My Visual Novel for years. LOL. if u enjoy childhood friends to lovers this is for U, though u don't actually have to date him. u can just be neighbours/friends the entire game too!! our life has an Unbelievable amount of content for a free game + such cheap DLC's it's absurd😭 gonna reign myself in and move on though. Cove Facts and Moments.

he ranges from warm - cold, studious - sporty depending on your choices/what you set him as but !! he's always more introverted as well as very sentimental with you !! in the most affectionate way possible he's a crybaby. it's really sweet you can give him a gift and he cries, you tell him you love him and he cries, he'll cry during the marriage proposal, in the wedding DLC, etc etc...

cove is canonically autistic! (< some of his traits! just to save space here LOL) as well as demisexual + panromantic ^^ you guys get to talk about your sexuality twice in the game iirc

he tries new things + works out of his comfort zone for you ^^ going to a soiree, sleeping in the same bed, just working up the nerve to try a pick-up line on you, etc etc. he thanks you for always waiting for him to work through his panic/emotions because he Does want to do those things with you it just takes time... wuuahhh...

ofc this has to do with recognizing different players but he's happy to follow your lead or make decisions! he just wants to help and see you happy because that makes Him happy :-( like in the wedding DLC there's so many choices since... you're planning your wedding. and you can decide on things, or ask for his help! like when you're picking a cake, you can ask for his opinion and go with it or change things. also if there's cultural traditions you'd like to do at the wedding he's happy to do so!! ^^

he's got a sweet tooth. he loves food. you can get/make him food and he's like !!!!!! :D. he's not good at naming pets. he's easily flustered. he loves to climb through your window to see you. he surfs. he'll teach you to surf. he volunteers and cleans the beach. he's kind of messy. there's always sand in his room because he loves the beach. he loves his parents and they love him. he cares about his friends a lot and gets worried when they fight. he's clingy (/Affectionate.)

^ seriously if anyone reading this likes physical affection + established relationship fluff, play and start step 3 with high initiative + choose the option that you're already dating. Trust Me. If you've ever wanted to trust me Now is the TIME!!!! i pick kiss and hug and hold hands/his arm and get a piggy back ride and cuddle all the time and it's Beautiful.

i don't know . talking about cove is kind of hard because it's a culmination of dialogue + moments.. SPOILERS . how he'll offer to give you his homework when you think you've lost yours. how he'll give you a piggy back ride at the farmers market even though now he's holding the weight of all the groceries too. how he'll deal with someone being mean to him but as soon as they're mean to You he has a problem and Will defend you. how he'll check on you if you're upset about growing up, and tells you you can run a pretzel place together instead to cheer you up. how he keeps looking up "how do you make someone happy?" because he wants to try harder to make sure you're happy 😭😭🩷🩷

like every fluff scenario i could ever want / write about Would be done or has been done by cove.. wedding dlc spoilers //////// he says "i can never, never, thank you enough for being mine and letting me be yours" R U JOKING. I'd write smth like that. OMG. ////////

if i was told my writing brought the same fluff and comfort as cove and OL i'd start frolicking through meadows of tall grass and flowers. The dream.

+ minimal dialogue spoiler screenshots i still have. i have others but you know. YAAAYY!!

#🧾nia.answers #<3 dira #hey guys i will talk about this guy any time ever Lmk #i will ramble on and on and on GRAAAHH!!!!#i tried to keep out talk of most dlc moments... wuahhh

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hyprmemes · 2 years

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pink gore starters - tw: gore, blood mention, humiliation for characters who speak in purple and then eat you alive, the femme fatale hidden behind the flower girl, from both the perspective of the predator and the prey edit as you see fit!

a pretty smile and that’s all it takes?

but i’m all alone and it’s so dark out, would you not let me in?

you think dolls don’t come equipped with fangs, amiright?

you’re so helpful and so kind and so, so very easy to read

oh but i knew someone like you would never turn away from an innocent beauty in need

you leer at all sorts of angels, don’t you, darling

how does it feel, when the innocence you wanted to defile turns into your worst nightmare?

what’s wrong? am i not smiling that pretty smile you liked so much?

now, now, stop crying, you were so big and strong mere moments ago, what happened?

i would never hurt a fly, not a single bug, unless it doesn’t get its fucking hand off of me

aw, this is probably not what you thought would happen when you took me home, is it?

do you regret it now? not taking people seriously, not taking ME seriously?

begging, now, are we, how very ironic, don’t you agree?

allow me to etch that warning into your skin for easy reading

people like you are easy, confident perpetrators who think themselves strong enough to choke the brightest of flowers

you’ll always succumb beneath the heel of someone like me, don’t forget that

consider me rightful punishment for thinking you could touch any of the ones come before me

now, this isn’t anything personal, okay? you were simply the easiest mark around

following a pretty smile and flirty saunter into the woods, what do you think would have happened?

no, don’t quieten down, you look so pretty begging for your life

my favourite kind of prey, when they wear that shocked disbelief

a better hare would have smelled the threat in me but, well, you’re just a human, disadvantaged from the start

it’s laughable, i hold out a perfumed wrist and suddenly you’re offering my teeth your throat

what did you want me to do, ask you if you pretty please could kiss me? ask you to hold me? oh that’s cute

oh, no, your soul is an aperitif, that look, that look on your face, that’s the main course

you want to corrupt so bad, so so very bad

you think just about anything that breathes will fall for you, don’t you

oh, so you win with charms? win with that hubris of yours?

the red lipstick wasn’t so much a giveaway as it was the embarrassingly poignant cherry on top

don’t you tire of it, playing with your food before you finally eat it, playing with people before you finally destroy them?

what do you get out of that kind of terror, what makes you want people to want you before you consume them and throw them away

oh how you thrive beneath desiring gazes, oh how much you hate them

they should want you, right, but never, ever actually claim you

you’ve got about a dozen masks and they shine with beauty and reek from within

so what, go ahead, feast upon my liver, at least i’ll die seeing the ugliness of the face you’ll make

you’re a destroyer and i pity you vehemently

i pick my teeth with the likes of you, i use your promises and false worshipping to powder my cheeks

#sentence starters #writing prompts #dialogue starters #dialogue prompts #sentence memes #rp memes #Inbox prompts #inbox memes #Inbox Starters #rp starters #rp prompts #lmk if i should add more tw's!

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Ecstasy [01]

ー The scene starts in the hallway at Eden

Yui: ( I will not betray you... )

( How am I supposed to make that clear to him...? )

ー Ayato walks up to her

Ayato: Oi, what are you doin’ over there?

Yui: Ah...I was just thinking about something, that’s all.

Ayato: Hm...Thinkin’ of ways to betray me?

Yui: Wha...Of course not!

Ayato: I wonder. I bet you’re actually pure evil deep inside, aren’t you?

Deep down, you want nothin’ more than to leave me, right?

Yui: I don’t. I was thinking of you...!

Ayato: Don’t lie!! I bet you let Reiji suck your blood ‘cause you don’t actually give a damn ‘bout me!

Yui: He didn’t suck my blood! Besides, it’s not like I wanted him to do this...

Ayato: If you thought that you could go meet the enemy and everythin’ would be just fine, then it’s time you stop livin’ in your damn fairytale. (1)

Yui: Such harsh words...How cruel, Ayato-kun...!

Ayato: Who’s the real cruel one here, huh...!?

Selection

→ Get upset (S)

Yui: Ayato-kun, you idiot!

Ayato: Aah!? You’re the idiot!

God...I seriously can’t trust you.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Aah, I know. How ‘bout I keep an eye on you at all times?

Then you won’t be able to put any weird ideas in that head of yours!

Yui: ( He seriously doubts me...? )

...Why won’t you just believe me?

→ Run away (M)

Yui: ( I fear that I might just start crying if I keep talking to him any longer... )

( Ayato-kun seems worked up as well...So maybe I should step back for a bit. )

ー She runs away

Yui: ...

Ayato: ーー Don’t run away!

ー Ayato grabs hold of her wrist

*Rustle*

Yui: Ow...!

Ayato: I won’t let you get out of my sight ever again.

I wouldn’t want you to try and pull some funny shit behind my back after all.

Yui: ( That’s...So Ayato-kun truly doesn’t... )

...What should I do to earn your trust?

Ayato: ...

Yui: Don’t you love me...?

( I can’t, even if I try to hold them back...Tears are... )

Ayato: Che...Is this really worth the tears...?

Oi, don’t cry...Fuck...

Yui: ( He seems shaken up..? I wonder if he wasn’t being genuine earlier? )

( Then I better stop crying... )

I’m sorry...I’m trying to stop but...I just can’t.

Ayato: ...Look at me.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...

ー He embraces her

Ayato: It was never my intention to make you cry. I guess I just got a bit emotional, that’s all...

So, umーー My bad...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )

Me too...I’m sorry for bursting out into tears.

Ayato: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Ah...

Ayato: Nn...Nn...

Yui: ( Such a sweet...kiss... )

Ayato: ...You stick with me, okay?

Yui: Yeah...

( Ayato-kun is simply worried. )

( There’s no point in simply stating that I won’t betray him. I have to earn his trust through my actions. )

( I will be with him, at all times. )

Ayato-kun, I love you.

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( He won’t say anything in return... )

( But I just have to believe that my words got through to him... )

( For Ayato-kun to trust me, I have to start by also trusting him... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally, he calls her out for having ‘flowers bloom inside her head’, which is an expression commonly used to point out someone who is too optimistic, to the point of it being unrealistic.

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bubblespalace · 10 months

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im going in and trying to prove H-money has feelings attached

Before I start, I just wanted to say, I know they prob won't ever be in a relationship relationship, but I really love them together. I think they are just adorable and I want Trevor to give her what she never seemed to get in her life, love.

So this is me trying to analyze every little moment between these two to show that there is something there other then just pure lust.

Ok, one of the first things I noticed, was wayyyy back in season 1. Yup, that's right, we got moments even in season 1. Remember in the Halloween episode when Hetty was talking about someone and she said she obviously had better ankles then her? Well if you look closely, Trevor, who is right beside her by the way, looks down toward her ankles. Nobody else does this. SUPER DUPER small but my brain noticed it. Maybe hinting at an attraction even before they first hooked up?

Second, when Trevor was going head to head with Hetty about the back rubs situation, he talked about the Cutting edge. If you haven't seen that movie, it's about a hockey player who teams up with this spoiled figure skater to compete in Olympic Figure Skating. Well, guess who that figure skater is a lot like in terms of personality, Hetty! SIGN??? I THINK YES!

Okay next, apparently Trevor wanted to try Pillow Talk and Hetty was totally against it. She finally gives in and says shes willing. Trevor is excited and says: "the walls are coming down!" Probably meaning he wants her to be more open with him.

Let's go back to season one again. If you notice wayyyy back in the first episode, when Trevor runs into the parlor screaming with his hands up, exposing his man parts. Hetty doesn't look away right away. This isn't exactly a big one considering Flower literally leans in to get a better look but, hey, I'll take it.

Trevor and Hetty used to butt heads all the time! They fought about pretty much everything y'all! Maybe because there was so much sexual tension between the two making it impossible for them not to fight.

When Hetty is sentenced in The Heir and Trevor lets the conjugal visits thing slip, you see worry from him. This could be interpreted as him just being sad he would be losing a sexual outlet for a year, but I'm taking as a 'I can't not see her for that long' thing.

Lastly, when Hetty death stares him for saying the conjugal visits thing, the stare turns a little soft towards the end. It was like a "Wow, I hear genuine concern from that." I was just so happy seeing it. Like seriously, I was crying 😭.

Maybe I'll do a part two if I find more moments I can dissect. I'm just hoping these two get deeper. I really want that!!! Comment if you took the time to read my long ass rant! 💞💞👗👖

#trevor x hetty #hetty x trevor #h money #hetty woodstone #trevor lefkowitz #Not me trying to prove something ik isn't gonna happen

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multi-lefaiye · 1 year

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find the word tag!!

I don’t participate in these nearly enough considering it’s a tag game I think is really fun.

Anyway, I’m yoinking the open tag from the wonderful @albatris hehe!! :’> The words it gave are: strike, blanket, watch, taste and good!

I will tentatively tag (with no pressure to any of y’all): @emotionalsupportpuma @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @paradisiacalshroud @wherearetheplants @idkjustgowithitok and anybody else who’d be interested!!! Feel free to tag me if you do--I wanna see!! Your words are chance, winner, fall, foundation, and scrap!

I’m taking each of these from another character study thing I’ve been writing on and off for quite a bit now, haha!

strike:

Her funeral was a small affair, with only a few attendees. She hadn’t had many friends in the city, after all.

Still, Salvatore made a point to attend, and he left a bouquet of forget-me-nots for her on her grave. Though he’d never been the most sentimental man, he thought she would appreciate the gesture.

Ginger had wanted nothing more than to leave an impact on the world. She wanted to dig deep through the cracked and broken stones beneath her feet, to push and push and strike gold. All she wanted, and all she deserved, was a chance to truly shine.

Though she never had the chance to affect the world as a whole, she left an impact on one man. Because the flowers were correct. Salvatore would never forget her, and he would carry her name with him for the rest of his life.

blanket:

Thankfully, everything went as expected, and soon Leslie came screaming into the world, a tiny bundle of flailing limbs with a scowl on her face and a dark tuft of hair on her head. She wailed from the moment her tiny lungs took their first breath, as though crying out to all the stars and heavens themselves, demanding that they hear her and take her seriously.

As Anna, exhausted as she was, cradled her tiny baby in her arms, she remarked to her husband, “My, this one sure is lively!” Leslie, though she was far too young to understand the words, pouted nonetheless as she squirmed in the soft blanket she’d been swaddled in.

Westley chuckled breathlessly, his relief and pride plain on his face as he agreed, “We’ve got a real spitfire on our hands here.”

watch:

When Jesse held Leslie, he held her like she he was confused about what to do, something he clearly wasn’t used to. Though she was quiet, he watched her with wide eyes, as though waiting for her to start screaming again. For her part, Leslie stared up at him, her tiny face screwed up in a frown.

“Can someone else take it?” Jesse said after a moment.

“That’s not an it,” Anna chastised her son. “That’s your sister.”

“Of course,” Jesse said, holding Leslie out to her. “I just don’t want to hold her. All she does right now is scream, anyhow.”

taste:

Prudence Burke was, to a young Leslie, practically ancient, with a severe demeanor about her that made every interaction with her unpleasant, leaving a sour taste in the young girl’s mouth.

And she was far, far less charitable than Bethany was when explaining what happened to Scott.

“Don’t say that name, child,” she’d snapped at Leslie, her piercing blue eyes narrowed in displeasure. The wrinkles cracking across her face only served to make her look angrier, and for a moment, Leslie thought she looked like a large, angry cat. Leslie had never been afraid of cats, and she wasn’t afraid of Prudence.

“Why not?” Leslie asked, full of the persistent curiosity carried by so many children. “He’s my brother, ain’t he?”

good:

The first to hold her was her eldest brother, Scott Burke. Scott was a fine young man, having only recently come home from his time overseas. He was his parents’ pride and joy, as he’d fought on the front lines in the terrible war. Combat had left him with a prominent limp and a sad, desperate sort of exhaustion in his eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face most days.

He was a good man, the sort of man many boys aspired to be. Though he was young, he had much to be proud of. At least, that’s what he’d always been told.

Scott held Leslie like she was something fragile, something to protect. He ran gentle, world-weary fingers over the soft brown hair on her tiny head. Even when she batted his hand away with little fists and whined, he only smiled warmly.

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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the Crystallize zine! I have no smut skills or I’d write the angst smut after this.

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Of all the places Tartaglia expected to find Emperor Zhongli the night before his birthday, sitting in a pavilion with a cup of baijiu in one hand and a red soldier piece in the other was not one of them. In the late hour, the golden sweeping roof looked like burnished bronze, the cherry-red pillars like dying embers. A sliver of silver moonlight bathed Zhongli, giving him an ethereal glow as he set the soldier on the xiangqi board beside him.

For a moment, Tartaglia stood stock still at the threshold, unable to break the scene in front of him. Rain drizzled lightly around them, a moon shower that did little to hide the stars. The emperor’s robes flowed around him like a flower’s petals.

Zhongli looked over his shoulder, a welcoming smile on his lips. “Oh, there you are.”

The spell broke, and Tartaglia padded over to the king. Smirking, he asked, “Oh, you were expecting me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Befuddled, Zhongli placed a second cup next to the xiangqi board. “You come every night.”

It was silly, really, how that second cup made Tartaglia happy. It was a simple sense of expectation, of routine, of someone waiting for him. He sat down and took a sip to hide his growing grin. “So I’m becoming predictable, got it.”

Zhongli regarded him with dark eyes and shook his head. “I could call you many things, but predictable is not one of them, Childe.”

Childe. The sound of his alias was like a splash of cold water. Tartaglia lowered his eyes, studying the clear baijiu in the delicate ivory cup. Maybe he should take his own words more seriously. He was becoming predictable. He was falling into a routine.

He was a spy. It was the one fact he wasn’t allowed to forget. It was the one fact that he couldn’t escape. These nightly visits were just for gathering information. They weren’t supposed to be a highlight in his day, something he looked forward to as he skulked around the palace.

At some point, Childe had started to sound like his real name.

At some point, he had stopped looking at Zhongli as a target.

At no point was any of this permitted. Forcing a chuckle, Tartaglia changed the topic and pointed at the board. “Is it really that fun playing by yourself?”

“It was a good way to organize my thoughts.” Zhongli picked up a red cannon and moved it down two spaces. “You can play the other side now.”

“Don’t come crying when I win,” Tartaglia teased, forcing a levity he didn’t feel. It felt natural sitting and talking like this, with only the moon as their witness.

“Why would I cry?” Zhongli cocked his head, confused. When they’d first met, Tartaglia had thought it was an act, that no one could be that oblivious. Then he’d realized that despite the emperor’s intelligence, his social awareness was worse than a toddler’s.

“Never mind.” Tartaglia studied the xiangqi board; the game was only five moves in. The pieces looked haphazardly placed. Whatever was on Zhongli’s mind, it was serious. “I thought you’d rest early tonight. Tomorrow’s a big day, right?”

“It is?” Zhongli stared blankly before his lips formed a soft ‘o’. “It’s your birthday.”

The laugh that burst out of Tartaglia was real. “It’s your birthday.”

“Right. I should remember that.” Zhongli rubbed his chin. “That is a big day.”

“Why does it sound like you’re asking a question?” Tartaglia murmured, shaking his head.

Tomorrow was a big day in many ways. A birthday. The Tsaritsa’s invasion. He’d thought it’d be ironic before, to overthrow Liyue on a frivolous emperor’s birthday. Now it was just tragic. He should never have started these nightly sessions. Regret was a heavy thing and he didn’t want to carry it.

“Anything you want?” Tartaglia asked, pushing aside his thoughts. He was thinking too much today. “Something manageable for a guard.”

“Managing…” Zhongli pursed his lips and looked at the moon. “I suppose that’s why I’m awake.”

“To manage something? You know, if you wanted to stay up, you could have just asked. I know better ways to spend the night.” Tartaglia waggled his eyebrows.

Zhongli stared at him for a second before realization dawned, his ears turning a soft red at the idea. Tartaglia grinned wickedly. If there was one thing he never tired of, it was flirting with the usually impassive emperor. It was impossible to guess how he’d react, only that it’d be interesting.

Clearing his throat, Zhongli shook his head. “No, that…that’s fine. I was just…” He lowered his gaze to his baijiu, studying the moonlight reflected in it. “Lumine and Aether showed me the town today.”

The twins. The only possible wrench in the Tsaritsa’s plans. No one really understood where the pair had come from but everyone knew that their strength was nothing to be laughed at.

“And, how was it?” Tartaglia asked lightly, moving a soldier forward. “See something you want for your birthday?”

“There were a lot of things I wanted, but Aether refused to let me buy anything,” Zhongli replied, sounding put out as he moved his advisor. “He said no one actually buys an entire store.”

Tartaglia snickered. Those were exactly the kind of problems he’d expected. He moved his advisor as well. “So that’s what’s wrong?”

“No, it was…” Zhongli’s hand hovered over his piece. “Management. I did not realize the state of my citizens. It is different to receive reports here than it is to go down there and see it for myself.”

Part of him wished that Zhongli could have stayed oblivious till the end, secure in the belief that he had done his best for his people. Tartaglia looked away. “Is it that different?” he asked, pretending he wasn’t fully aware of the corruption that flowed freely under the emperor’s rule. As though he hadn’t made it worse, pushing the Tsaritsa’s money and influence into the cracks he found, until Liyue’s people were split between wanting to protect their oblivious emperor and wanting to overthrow him. A divided nation was easy to conquer, and the Tsaritsa never liked to leave things to chance.

“Extremely.” Zhongli frowned, crossing his arms. “Food prices are higher than I had planned. There are ruffians stealing goods. The poor are not receiving enough help. I thought I had made the right laws and contracts, but I must have made a mistake somewhere.”

“Someone else could have made the mistake,” Tartaglia countered, not liking how Zhongli’s expression had darkened with each statement. He raised his cup, letting the alcohol burn a path down his throat.

“Perhaps, but I am the emperor. In exchange for my power, I must make sure my people are taken care of.” Zhongli hummed thoughtfully, his fingers drumming his thigh. “I will have to correct this.”

In another world, Zhongli would have succeeded, Tartaglia was sure. But in this one, factors beyond Zhongli’s comprehension were at work. In this one, it would take more than good faith and trust to keep the flames of revolution at bay.

“I’m sure you will,” he lied. He dug his fingers in his thighs. “Did you see anything you liked, or did the twins only show you the worst parts of town?”

“Anything I liked…” Zhongli rubbed his chin, considering the question. “I did like the lanterns and flower wreaths they made for tomorrow. I wonder if I can make them myself.”

It was an amusing image, Zhongli with a look of intense concentration as he put together a lantern. More likely than not, he’d get it entirely wrong. Tartaglia cracked a smile. “I doubt it.”

“You never know.” Zhongli’s expression finally brightened. “We should go see them tomorrow.”

“Oh?” It was all too easy to flirt, to tease, and Tartaglia fell back into familiar patterns. “Like a date?”

“Yes, a date,” Zhongli confirmed easily, without even taking a second to think about it. “That is the right word for it. Will you go on one with me?”

Now it was his turn to flush. Rubbing his ear, Tartaglia mumbled, “We would need a disguise.”

“I suppose. Lumine said that today too before we left.” Zhongli sipped his baijiu. “We could use the same disguise again tomorrow. I will be Rex Lapis.”

“Rex Lapis?” Tartaglia snorted. “That’s what Lumine came up with?”

“No, that was Aether’s suggestion.” He cocked his head. “You do not approve?”

“No, no, it’s…fine. One name is as good as any other.” Tartaglia wondered how well the trip had actually gone. It was hard enough to catch Zhongli’s attention when one called his real name—using a fake one must have been near impossible. Add in his odd ticks and well…it was impressive he had never gotten caught.

Pleased, Zhongli moved his elephant across the board. By now, the xiangqi game was perfunctory. “We will need a name for you, as well.”

He didn’t think, didn’t stop to consider the consequences before he breathed, “Ajax.”

It was a risk. A foolish, stupid risk.

It was the only time, the only chance he had to hear his real name roll off Zhongli’s lips instead of the moniker forced onto him by a distant ruler.

Zhongli didn’t notice his reaction. He nodded. “Ajax. That’s a good name.”

Tartaglia’s breath hitched. Speechless and unable to handle Zhongli’s warm eyes, he stared at his cup. His murky reflection smiled back.

He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to never stop hearing it.

They both fell into silence. The moon continued its steady rise, the night breeze rustled through the trees. Somewhere, cicadas buzzed and crickets chirped. The xiangqi game continued, though Tartaglia didn’t know which pieces he moved. His mind was stuck on a single moment, a single word.

“Oh, I know.” Zhongli set down his now empty cup. “You.”

This broke through his thoughts and Tartaglia finally lifted his head. “Me?” he repeated, bewildered.

“A gift you can afford, Childe. A gift that I want.” Zhongli interlaced their hands, squeezing lightly. “You.”

That simple declaration left him speechless. Zhongli’s hand was warm, his grip steady. Tartaglia should pull away, should step back—tomorrow, the emperor’s blood would be on his hands and no one would call him Childe anymore, no one would quietly kiss him behind the pillars or invite him for moonlit drinks.

Tartaglia was stuck in the web he spun, unable to break out.

At some point, he had started to fall for his own lies.

At some point, he had started to fall for Zhongli.

But it was too late for love and far too late to back out. Zhongli’s hands would only be warm tonight, his smile would remain only for the next few hours. Either he’d die or he’d never look at him the same.

“Let me give you an early gift then,” Tartaglia whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned forward, knocking the pieces off the board as he kissed Zhongli, as he pushed him down and pinned him in place.

There was some small hope that Zhongli would survive. The twins could protect him. His guards could help him escape. The Tsaritsa didn’t need his death to succeed, just his empire. Zhongli could live in exile.

He’d never look at Tartaglia the same. Tartaglia swallowed. There would be no love in his voice after tomorrow. And that was all assuming the Tsaritsa’s carefully woven plans somehow fell through, that Zhongli managed to escape the destruction with his life.

A new sense of urgency filled him and Tartaglia broke their kiss. Brushing Zhongli’s ear with his lips, he mouthed the words he couldn’t say aloud, the feelings he wished he could have denied.

Before Zhongli could respond, Tartaglia crushed his lips in another kiss.

Just for tonight, he would be Childe. Just for tonight, he didn’t want the sun to rise.

Just for tonight, he would dream of a happy ending.

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