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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Hello, me again lol. I just wanted to thank you for writing my max request, it was beautifully written and I loved it 😃.

I also wanted to as if it was alright if I made another request if its not too much. Can it please be another max verstappen x reader where its rivals to lovers (the reader can be his teammate or a driver from another team, u can pick), and there's pining from both sides, more so max's than readers. And it ends all fluffy please

Rookies, Rivals, Race Wins & Rogue Crashes - Max Verstappen

We're going with a Mercedes rival and waving goodbye to Lewis as they replace him with y/n!!!! Fr tho when Lewis retires, how cool would it be if they were like "and we're bringing in a female driver"? Also there is some slightly harsh criticism of George in this, don't get mad if you love him. It's nothing personal and its nothing I haven't seen online a million times by this point.

Bitchy!reader (when handling the media trying to rip into her) also completely unrealistic driving capabilities for reader, but like she's amazing and we have to make her someone that Max almost envies for the ability of.

When Mercedes announced that Lewis was leaving his seat in F1, the F1 media, fans and community as a whole was stunned. Too stunned to speak initially and then there was the theorising of who would take the seat, would it be a Williams driver. Perhaps Mick was being trusted with the position.

But nope.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Hardly anyone knew the name, but she was someone a few of the teams had noticed. Lewis gave her name as a recommendation and when Christian Horner had seemed to praise her in an interview last year. Mercedes chose not to lose out on the opportunity of bagging a young driver who stood out for her talent without forcing Mercedes (or any other team) to turn their heads. Instead they looked at her on their own.

They already lost the chance of Lando, Max, Charles and Oscar. With Lewis gone, they took a risk especially pairing her with George who has potential but equally struggles under pressure and can't always manage well in a race. To say Singapore made them doubt he could carry them after Lewis leaves, it would be an understatement and now they've got a rookie who didn't even go through F2.

More of a Kimi story with very few races in a single-seater. The FIA aren't exactly thrilled to allow her a super-license but they let her get away with it.

"So Max, you have been setting record. Going into 2024, now we've got an unexpected addition, y/n, to the grid. Do you think that we might see you be challenged?" The journalist asks as they sit in the Bahrain press conference, y/n smiles and waves at Max as he turns to look at her when they mention her name.

"I don't like to speak too early. But I do believe that I've seen and heard evidence that maybe all the men on the grid should be threatened. Including me. I think for Lewis to notice and then tell his team that she should take his spot, that's a big deal and for Mercedes to follow through on that and clearly they are confident in her abilities which...I can't see a reason for as to why they wouldn't be." Max nods making the rest of the couch seem to agree.

"Y/n, that's a bit compliment to have no only one but two world champions who hold many records in the sport."

"It is, yeah. I mean we'll have to really wait and see. I know pre-season testing can actually be deceptive. I'm looking forward to seeing what the season holds. Hopefully some battles with Max to knock him down a peg or two."

"Wow, that might be warning for some others to not be getting in your way."

"I won't be giving any special treatment." Lando comments from his spot between Max and y/n. "Feel like I'm already in the way for a brawl."

Most of the questions seem to go to y/n or Max. Her as the promising rookie with a lot of expectations and Max as the three time world champion now going into fighting for his fourth.

But honestly every time a question is shot at y/n, even the ones don't try to hide their judgement and attempts to tear her down. She answers without filter, without considering their feelings and basically telling them she's clearly better than them if they're the ones asking questions while she's the one answering them.

"Y/n, just finishing off. Do you really think out of everyone, you really deserve the Mercedes seat?"

"I mean if you were the interesting and talented one between us, you'd be up here with people trying to interrogate you. But instead most people watching probably don't even know your name and you're asking me if I deserve a seat that was not only given to me, but offered with insistence that there was no one else that they wanted. So even if someone else deserves the seat in your opinion, Mercedes didn't want them in the seat."

Jaws were dropped and silence follow that.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles making Max smile, having no reason to be proud of her but feeling an overwhelming sense of pride for the young woman.

The press conference is called to an end and she takes off with a very distressed Mercedes marketing personnel scolding her while Lando and Max walk alongside each other.

"If that's her ruthlessness off the track, we might really need to watch out for her." Lando comments while Max nods a little.

"I think she's planning for that to be the case anyway."

Max kept an eye on y/n through the practices and while Mercedes hasn't built a car that is necessarily the best. It's competitive and in y/n's hands it's looking like it might pose a threat more than it does with George.

Qualifying is where it really matters and Max has made it clear to GP he wants to know where McLaren, Ferrari and y/n specifically are falling.

"Y/l/n, where is she?" Max asks as they finish Q1.

"She's on a flying lap, personal best sector 1, purple sector 2. Waiting for her to-she's...P3. Locked up on the final corner but just managed to not run wide." GP states making Max nod.

"Copy. McLaren and Ferrari."

His race engineer lists off the other position as Max is backed into the garage to wait for Q2.

Y/n makes it through Q2 taking P5 after track limits deletes her best lap. But she seems to be getting more confident in Q3 and just with her banker lap, sets the fastest lap off the bat with no track limits and she's nearly a whole second above Charles at P2 with a 29.8.

"I don't know if anyone is going to beat that she got a 28.9." GP states sounding honestly in shock.

"What did I get?"

"30.0. P4."

Max grumbles beginning to see that y/n might be a replacement for Lewis and she might just completely destroy him in that if this is foreshadowing her season. Then she might be a rookie who takes the championship.

Not only that but she's clearly going to be a threat to Red Bull's streak and she has made it clear she won't be apologising about being a talented driver. Which he can't fault her for, but it's going to be an annoyance for him.

Bahrain is usually an easy-going track for rookies as it's one that is used by some of the support races too. But y/n wasn't int he support races so he thought she might not perform. Sadly, pre-season testing and the practices were apparently enough for her to feel comfortable.

"I'm getting that P1." Max declares to GP as they wait to send him out on track.

"You'll get it."

Max doesn't see it but GP shares a look with Christian of doubt. The car is good, but y/n pulled off a miracle lap. They're not even sure she can outdo it.

After Q3 comes to an end, Max is P2 and P1 is y/n. Starting her first ever F1 race on a pole. An achievement of itself and beating the reigning champion. A promising talent before she got on the track today. But after being on track, she's just proven herself a more than worthy opponent.

"Y/n a pole position in your first ever race. You did something special out there with that banker lap."

"Yeah, well qualifying only counts if I keep the position tomorrow. So we'll see if I can do something special when I need to." Y/n smiles slightly breathless from her team in a frenzy of excitement over her.

"That's a very rational head you have on your shoulders for someone so new and young but we certainly have to credit you regardless. You should be very proud of yourself young lady."

Y/n smiles giving a thanks before she tilts her head for a moment. She gives a quick hug to Max as the two engage in conversation.

"Guess I do have to look out for you and your miracle laps." Max states trying to ignore the feelings of admittedly being impressed by her.

"I think that might be wise for you." Y/n hums as she removes the upper part of her driver's suit.

In the end, neither y/n or Max win the race with Charles instead managing to make his P5 start a win. He does love the Bahrain track and always do well. But she got P3 after Max overtook her in the third last lap. But a P3 on a debut as a rookie with such little experience, she is not going to let it get to her head but equally she's not going to lose confidence.

By the time they get to China, y/n has lost out on any wins but she took a P2 in Saudi Arabia and then again in Japan where she beat Max who didn't even make the podium after being on the receiving end of damage from George who told the team his most famous line "he just turned in on me".

Y/n and Max find themselves yet again in the press conference next to each other, since the two are beginning to be rival pitted against each other.

"Y/n, you haven't got a win but you are proving that Mercedes made a good investment with you. How are you feeling about getting a win?"

"I mean I would never want to assume that it's close. I'm young, I make mistakes and I'm still learning. But I want more than a first win or a singular win. I want to take a win and then collect them like the man sitting next to me did last year. I just don't know if I can do that with where I am now."

"Thank you. And a question for Max, do you think that the loss in consistent competitive form is going to risk you taking the next championship title?"

Another question about how Red Bull isn't beating the rest of the field without struggle like last year.

"No." Max answers simply making y/n smile from beside him and nod in approval of his simply.

The fans online began to notice y/n and Max growing close, mainly because of the consistent number of times they're getting top three positions in qualifying or taking podiums.

But more importantly, they're noticing the way Max looks at y/n is in complete and utter adoration. Every time she puts an journalist in their place (much to Mercedes PR team's dismay) or shoots down attempts at painting her as anything that she isn't.

People are treating her quite like they treat Max. They love her or despise her. And her closeness with Max is beginning to grate even more on those who don't like her.

The drivers love her, though some believe that she is doomed to make a costly mistake soon enough that will be humbling to her F1 experience so far.

"Do you live in Monaco?" Max asks as they walk out of yet another Thursday press conference.

"I do. Only just moved there recently but I do live there now." Y/n confirms with a small smile. "Why...?"

"You should come play padel with some of the drivers and I. We play quite often when we're between races." Max states earning a slightly shy smile. "And if you want a comfortable trip home, I have a private jet and helicopter."

"Oh...is that an invitation?" Y/n questions jokingly while nudging him a little. "You must be wanting to feed those rumours about us."

Max is more than aware of the rumours, mainly because there's been some questions about whether Max has a crush on the young woman. He's yet to properly deny the suggestion but nor has he confirmed it.

"Maybe I do." Max smirks making her head whip around from where she'd turned to look forward.

"E-Excuse me?" Y/n chokes out clearly in shock of his words.

"Maybe I do."

No wavering and no doubt in his own words while she looks at him in shock of his words.

"I-"

"Can just say yes to the padel game offer and come back with me on my jet." Max pushes making her face flush, completely speechless as she looks at him.

Y/n is pulled away before she can properly agree but Max feels confident that he's finally found the courage to say something and confident about the outcome.

Meanwhile, y/n gets through the weekend only managing to actually focus on her job when she's actually in the cockpit.

"Y/n is closing in again. 1.2 behind." GP warns after a few laps following them pitting at the same time.

"You can do this, y/n." Her own engineer, Vinnie states calmly in her ear.

There's 7 laps lefts and if she gets him, he could fight back. If she forces him to defend then it will cost him.

"Gap behind?" Y/n checks making sure she is not about to attack and possibly fail then fall right into someone else's clutches.

"Norris, 5.9 behind. No threat at current."

Not threat at current meaning, take this opportunity and take P1.

Y/n sucks in a breath as she lunges down the inside of the corner, late breaking and managing to get ahead. Keeping ahead of Max is the issue and they're side by side going down the straight.

"You've got this."

"Stop talking." Y/n demands gritting her teeth, she's ahead going into the turn and now all she has to do is focus on breaking DRS. Which is near impossible so defending until that is the case or putting her foot to the floor is the only solution.

She's risking it, her tyre management out the window as she does everything to pull out of Max's reach.

"He's fighting to keep up. Last lap, do not ease up but no risk."

Y/n body is buzzing with adrenaline.

It's in her reach rookie season win, what everyone has said she's incapable of.

But of course, nothing comes easily. Her tyre fails and the car spins, her hands removed from the steering wheel and her eyes clamped shut. It's slowing down but not fast enough and when it comes to a fast stop, her body screams in pain.

The win gone and her car totalled. All in the last seconds.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you ok?"

Y/n takes heavy breaths, twisting the steering wheel upright and pressing the radio button.

"I'm ok." Y/n chokes out, pain encompassing her as she feels emotions catch up. "I'm sorry."

"Help is-

Fingers lift her visor distracting her from the voice in her ear.

"Y/n?" Max questions looking into her visor, the tears shining in her eyes as she drops her head, a sob escaping before she can capture it.

"You-"

Y/n unclips her radio as the medical team shows up, cutting Vinnie's words off. She shoves her steering wheel onto the car then standing up, she's bruised both emotionally and physical as she takes a moment just sitting on the halo.

It takes a few moments, sort of shaking off the initial shock of her crash as she is helped with getting her helmet off by Max and it's then she realises he stopped on track next to her to rush to her aid.

"I'm ok. I'm fine. Really." Y/n insists as the doctors fussing over her while Max stands nearby.

"That's one way to guarantee a win by the way." Max states making her shoot up up to meet his gaze. "I had to pull back to not crash into you. But you got over that line and won."

"I won?" Y/n chokes out earning a nod. "Oh my god, ah! Oh my god!"

Y/n jumps onto the Dutchman and laughing, though the pain ripples through her body before she grabs her helmet and everything else, ignoring the awaiting medical car that wants to drive her and allow her to do the podium before they insist she be checked over.

Her legs ignore the bone deep ache as she sprints to the pit lane tears streaking down her cheeks as she is caught by the Mercedes team.

"I won. I fucking won."

"And you made it the most memorable win in the world." Vinnie laughs as Max appears actually taking the lift from the medical car and congratulating Lando on his P3.

"Didn't take you as much of a hero." Lando comments to Max who just shrugs toff while Lando smirks before y/n appears hugging Lando and congratulating him.

Max is jumped on again held tightly in a hug that he is more than happy to accept.

Eventually interviews are conducted by Jenson and he looks thrilled for her. Just as everyone is.

"Y/n, you just won your first race by literally crashing across the line. That has to be the most memorable and iconic win ever. Never mind the most amazing win as far as first wins go. You literally drove yourself half to death, we could all tell you were willing to risk it to take the win."

"Yeah...I actually thought I bottled it and lost the win. I was sure of it."

"Well you certainly have amazed everyone. I know we are trying to rush this along so you can have your podium celebrations then get yourself to the medical centre."

Max and Lando are interviewed too before they all head up, straight to the podium, skipping the cool down room.

Trophies are handed out, she gets her medal and then the champagne is stayed, her own body and suit soaked with the alcohol before she taps bottles with the boys and swallows a mouthful.

"Can I see you when your debrief is done?" Y/n asks as she walks with Max, Lando already having rushed off ahead of them.

Y/n smiles stepping out of the car as she steps onto the tarmac. Her body has recovered in the past 12 hours since her race winning crash.

Now she's stepping towards Max's private jet to get home to Monaco.

"Flying in luxury might be something I could get used to if this is an open invitation." Y/n jokes before sitting down next to Max. "Oh you have no idea how many edits I've been tagged in of the moment you jumped out your car and rushed to me...It was pretty...tear-jerking."

"Stop making fun. It was a huge crash. I heard later that it was 42g that you took and walked away from-ran away from."

"I guess I deserve more credit and praise then." Y/n jokes before sighing softly. "It hurt pretty bad, but I was more upset because I thought I'd just fucked up a win out of determination to pull away from giving you DRS."

"It is a win for the history books, y/n. Don't underestimate what you did and how much you just changed the sport. A rookie win for a female driver with such little experience. You just changed everything." Max states while she smiles softly. "I am your biggest fan."

"Self-appointed biggest fan." Y/n laughs then resting her head on his shoulder in a comfortable and private atmosphere which makes her feel completely safe to be so affectionate. "I think you might be the best travel buddy too."

And that's how they end up spending the entire flight home cuddled into one another, y/n talking and using the time to get advice and discuss the race. Also making plans together and talking all about padel and the possibility of what it might be like to spend more time together.

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russellsppttemplates · 20 days

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Hii🥺 so I was wondering since its gonna be oscars birthday on the weekend how about his first birthday as a dad and his partner surprise him even with flying his parents out there🥺

Love your works, have a lovely weekend❤️

Note: thank you! I hope you have a lovely weekend too (the rest of it anyway)! 🫶

"So you'll head straight to the hotel?", you asked Nicole over the phone, "this little guy is getting fussy like he was yesterday, so I can tell Oscar we'll meet him back at the hotel and he won't find it too suspicious", you reasoned.

"Thank you again for arranging all of this", your mother in-law thanked you, "I'll let you know when they pick us up".

Oscar's birthday coincided with the race weekend, and since it was the first one after Lucas was born, you thought it would be nice to have everyone together in the same place to celebrate your husband's birthday.

"Are you packing up?", Oscar said as he saw you pack Lucas' toys in the diaper bag, "yes, he's really fussy so I think we have to skip qualifying today", you kissed his cheek as he helped you, "you need a quiet nap, little one? You do, don't you?", he asked Lucas, bouncing him on his hip before he let you take him from his arms and into your sling, wrapping him safely against your body, "you and mummy enjoy yourselves and then I'll join you, okay?", he kissed the top of his head before kissing your lips, "stay safe, I love you", he smiled.

"Stay safe as well, okay? We love you and we'll see you at the hotel", you kissed his lips again, lifting Lucas' arm so he could wave at his father.

Arriving at the hotel just as Chris sent you a text saying they were on their way to the hotel, making you go up to the room and settle all your things, change Lucas' diaper and putting him back on the sling so you could go downstairs when they arrived.

"Grandma and grandpa are downstairs, my love, let's go meet them!", you spoke, grabbing the room card and heading to meet your in-laws.

"Look at the little one, he's gotten so big!", Chris was the first to speak as you stepped closer them as the man at the reception desk finished the details so he could hand them the card for their room.

"He looks so much like Oscar, but the lips are all you, Y/N", Nicole said, kissing your cheek, "how are you, dear?".

"I'm good, did you guys have a good flight?", you said as you stepped into the elevator, rubbing Lucas' back over the sling as he was fighting sleep, "He's been wide awake just taking in everything around him, but around this time yesterday, he started fussing so it actually works best to be here anyway - I can't wait for Oscar to see you guys!", you beamed.

Oscar arrived at the hotel and bid goodbye to the rest of the team before swiping the card on the door, ready for some cuddles with you and your little boy when he heard a laugh way too similar to his mother's, "hey, I'm back", he announced.

Chris got the small cake you got with the two candles, singing happy birthday as Oscar hugged his parents after gasping in surprise, "Happy Birthday to you!", Chris sang before Oscar blowing the candles, "what are you doing here?", he mused.

"Y/N flew us over so we could spend your birthday together", Nicole offered, kissing his cheek.

"Look who's up", Oscar cooed as Lucas looked up at him, stretching his arms so his father could pick him up, "hey, buddy, we're having a little party of our own, aren't we?", he gushed.

Nicole offered to put Lucas to sleep while Chris unpacked their stuff in their room so you and Oscar could go to the hotel restaurant and enjoy a meal together without the baby, "thank you for doing this, love", he kissed your knuckles.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#oscar piastri blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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exilethegame · 2 months

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Hihi! This has been one of the BEST ifs I've ever read!!! Although i do have a question can we expect any updates soon? I'm totally fine with waiting this is just one of my absolute favorites! The writing, the RO's the characters everything😭

Hello! Thank you for the kind words :)

As for an update, all I'll say is-- I'm working on it! Re. the rewrite Chapters 1 + 2 are finished and 3 is about halfway done. I don't want to announce an actual "release date" because I haven't been able to work on things consistently w/ school. However, my thoughts are to just release Chapters 1-3 when they're done on the Twine demo for public release, and then update it again when Chapters 4 + 5 are done.

For a little peek of how things have changed, there's the mythosi sub-variants being added for MC, and then some scenes have completely different branches than before. For example, Jaime's encounter in Chapter 1 has 3-4 completely different endings now, which I think is pretty fun! And the Jost/Nikke battle has been completely overhauled to be a lot more dynamic/convoluted... (and of course there are now some Jost flirt options <3)

But I'm glad you enjoy the game so much! I can't overstate how thankful I am for those of you who have been willing to wait for so long. I know things are slow moving but we'll get there! Eventually!

#answered #there's also a codex and I'm thinking of adding a “diary” mechanic that keeps drag of MC's major choices #so lots of moving mechanics! :)#(also cutting out and trimming the many many unnecessary variables 💀)

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rsmura · 5 months

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in eight years ୨୧ nishimura riki

( bookshelf ) genre small (?) angst, fluff pairing riki x fem reader word count 2.6k warnings skinship, kissing, not proofread

a/n riki’s birthday special!

december 2015

you and riki were childhood neighbours - having known each other since a few months old, you did everything together. anyone living in your small neighbourhood would call you two ‘attached at the hip’.

you two were always together, sticking up or helping each other whenever you had to - when riki had to go to the doctors, but he didn't want to so he insisted you come along with him; when you got pushed at the playground, so he stood in front of you like the hero he thought he was, and yelled at the other children that you were fragile and couldn't be touched.

when you got a bit older, riki would facetime you with your ipads before you went to bed, just so he knew he was the last thing on your mind before falling asleep, and that he could watch your muffled, unaware face when you had fallen asleep. as he lived next door, you would always randomly hear the bell ring and see riki standing there, holding a duffle bag and his plushies, waiting for you to let him in and have a sleepover. you never mind him sleeping in the same bed as you, though sometimes he would end up hogging the entire bed diagonally. on days that he can't, he would open up his window, yell your name and once he gets your attention, he would wave at you and talk about anything that came to mind.

"so what do you think you're gonna do when you're eighteen?"

"riki that's in like a hundred years!" you would laugh, but actually take the time to think, "hmm, let's throw a huge party to celebrate our last year before turning eighteen! i'll invite mrs snuggles and mrs piggy, and you should invite mr snuggles and mr piggy! it will be so fun!"

"okay! i promise we'll do that!" he would sticking his pinky out, with you doing the same and returning the promise.

but when his parents announced to yours that they would be moving away, both sides' parents knew it would be absolutely heartbreaking for the both of you to know, especially as in your pre-teens. they didn't know how to explain what moving away and leaving really meant at your young age.

your parents ended up brushing it off, choosing to say that the nishimura family would be back soon.

“come back before your birthday then, riki!”

“of course i will, it’s my tenth birthday!” he exclaimed, putting up all ten fingers on his hand, “the most important one! see you in a few days!”

the day after the news were announced, you ran to riki’s house, only to see all lights off. sighing to yourself, you sat on his front door step, hoping he would jump out, squishing you with his weight.

nothing happened, of course.

everyday, you would count how long there was left until riki’s birthday and he would be back. to the point there were only twelve hours left. and riki’s house was still pitch black.

though you were young and naive, you were still mature enough to give yourself a wake up call, and that maybe he wasn't going to come back in time for his birthday.

perhaps you misunderstood what your parents explained. perhaps soon really meant years.

it began as a one-time tribute, knowing riki wouldn’t be home for his birthday, you went up to his house that had a big 'for sale' sign in front, mocking your misery, and placed the small cupcake you had baked earlier in front of the gate.

"happy birthday riki! don't worry! i know you'll come back next year when you turn 11!"

back then, you still had hope. maybe you were just a simple child, not having much to think about, except that your best friend had left you alone without any goodbyes.

leaves started growing back, cherry blossoms coming along, eventually turning brown and falling off again - it was a continuous yearly cycle, and there was still no sight of riki. it was as if he just vanished completely.

being older also meant a wiser mindset, more schoolwork and access to social media. typing in ‘nishimura riki’ to the search engine of instagram, multiple accounts come up, some of them showing random men, none of them being the riki you wanted to see.

no matter what, everything and everyone reminded you of riki. it didn't matter the year, how long you hadn't seen him for - he was always the first person you thought about.

if someone confessed to you, you would reject them, with riki on your mind. if someone sat down next to you, you would wonder what would happen if he was the one sitting next to you. riki, riki, riki. everything was about him.

occasionally you wondered and doubted yourself, were you two not close enough for him to leave a note, or something similar? you felt betrayed, empty, but you knew ten year old riki was not to blame.

sooner than not, years passed and his seventeenth birthday came. remembering the promise he had promised you quite a few years back, you stifle a sniff, before buying a cake for him.

“happy birthday riki, our last year before becoming an adult," you whisper holding the cake towards the house, blowing out his candles for him, with tears failing to stop falling from your eyes. “mrs snuggles and mrs piggy are still waiting for you…”

you realised, slowly, it had already been 7 years since you last saw him. you missed the smell of him, the happiness he radiated. it hurt, not knowing where he went, not knowing if you would ever see him again, not knowing if he even remembered who you were.

december 9, 2023

people have always said life is not a fairytale. you agreed. there were hardships, sufferings - but that's just what life is.

a fairytale on the other hand, is described as magical, perfect, happy and exciting.

so how come now, seeing riki at almost eighteen, sit at the same exact table and spot of your childhood home, that he sat at every single year for your birthday make you feel like you’re the one in that fairytale? how come now, you feel nervous, sweaty and tingles in your stomach? something you would feel when you have to present in front of the class?

his shorter, relaxed black hair had now been dyed in light blonde, with gel slicking back his hair. he had grown several centimeters taller than you, contrary to how you used to tease him for being shorter than you. he wore all black, instead of the bright, graphic tees he did before.

something about his aura and him just simply sitting in front of you, made your stomach do flips. all you could do was stare at him, with your mouth opened the slightest bit.

and riki would notice this easily. how could he not after not being able to see the girl of his dreams for years? when you look somewhere else that's not riki, he stares at you, getting lost in your beauty and admiring all of your features - until you turn your attention back towards him, to which he immediately looks down at his fingers, turning slightly red.

growing up, he had always been surrounded by females. having mainly female siblings, cousins and family friends, he knew almost everything about the gender. he knew the things they liked to do, the mood swings they may get, and the way a female may think.

maybe that’s why riki felt so comfortable with you - whenever he saw you, he would feel a sense of home, comfort, and that he could be himself, something he doesn’t normally feel around others.

“so riki! i’m not sure if you remember this house, but this is your childhood best friend, yn’s house! you guys were super close before.” his mom breaks the silence between the two of you.

of course riki remembers. all he remembers from this neighbourhood are the memories of you two, and nothing else - it’s all he ever thinks about.

he quickly glances at you, then continues to dart his eyes around the kitchen and dining room. "yea. i remember." he whispers softly.

"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! happy birthday to ynnn, you smell like a poo!"

"hey riki! that's rude!" 8 year old you pouts and slaps the back of his head while he snickers loudly.

he deliberately sat in that same exact chair he did before, hoping to get a reaction out of you, a slight blush if he could.

“okay now get going.” his mom pulls you two up from the chairs, and ushers you upstairs. “me and yn’s mom have tons of catching up to do.”

stumbling up the stairs together to go back to your room, you don't fail to notice riki's hand squeezing and wrapped around your waist, guiding you along, and the way he somehow remembers exactly where your room is located.

“you’ve matured, a lot.”

he laughs. “well it has been a very long time. if i haven’t, that might be a slight problem.”

laughing along, you sit on your bed and lay down - when you feel the bed dip next to you, you turn to meet riki's face looking at yours just a bit further away, and shoot up.

“oh, sorry. is it okay if i lay down with you?” riki slowly comes up as well, making sure he didn’t make you uncomfortable.

you nod, too afraid your tense voice will give your feelings away. "yea and, happy 18th birthday riki." you smile at him, before laying back down.

you put your hand on your stomach, in attempt to stop the butterflies threatening to erupt and explode out. the cause of it - maybe it was your growing feelings for him, with the close proximity, but the way he feels so close yet still a stranger at the same time, were your only thoughts stopping you from doing anything about them.

at the same time, you feel him scoot closer to you, placing his own hand on yours that was previously clutching your stomach, and caresses it with his thumb. he grins, "thank you yn. you still remember, i appreciate that so much."

"if i didn't remember my crush's birthday, that would hon-" you pause, your brain registering what you had just said, "u-uh."

riki's previously closed eyes were now wide open, staring back at your shocked ones. he blinks furiously, "s-sorry?"

"nothing. i didn't say anything.."

the swallows of your saliva could be heard in the dead silent room, apart from a few birds chirping every so often. knowing you were the cause of this, you try to steer the conversation away to something else, failing after realising there was nothing interesting enough.

"you know," riki decides to break the silence, "i've never felt that many butterflies in my life before."

you pause again, dead in your tracks. had you heard him right? did he just indirectly confess to you?

"and i know, i didn't keep my promise. you don't even know how bad i felt passing my 17th birthday without you. i even tried finding your socials, but maybe you just didn't write your full name in the user, like mine too. do i sound like a creep? oh my god, i sound like a creep." he throws his hands onto his face, covering his eyes and nose.

hearing his joke eases the air a bit, with you chuckling, assuring him he didn't sound like one, and you did in fact try to do the same.

"okay but seriously, i tried to contact you in so many different ways, but i stopped because i thought if you hadn't contacted me either, then maybe the feelings were one-sided."

he started to sit up, leaning against your bed headboard, before pulling you along and letting you rest on his chest and in between his legs, and stroking the side of your arm.

"to be honest, i've actually asked my mom to let me come back here. she immediately agreed and booked the flight, but we had to keep cancelling because of the snow weather. i guess me arriving on my birthday is the perfect time. i want to tell you that i'm sorry i left you with so many what if's, why's and maybe's. i wish i could go back in time and let you know, or even try not to move away. but i'm just happy i can be here with you today, on my birthday, in the house and city we grew up in." he looks down at you, hoping you hadn't fallen asleep, instead to find you with glistening eyes, looking back up at him.

"please tell me you're saying that because you like me, else i don't know what love is anymore."

"of course i do, dummy." he giggles, flicking your forehead.

"riki, i like you too."

he lightly pushes you off him, walking to his backpack laying against your bedroom door, and pulls out a few things, "okay thank goodness. mr snuggles and mr piggy had been waiting for their wifes since 2015. they better reunite soon."

riki still had these plushies? did he know he was coming back for him to take it along with him?

"aw riki.." you coo, opening your blanket to reveal the twos' wifes. "i've actually always kept them with me right here, so i could always be reminded of you." you hold them, staring at riki, as he had an unreadable face expression.

"you still have them on your bed too? ugh you're so cute." you see his expression melt into a cute smile, and his eyes becoming crescents.

only now had you realised how much riki had really changed. of course the appearance, with his newly dyed hair and style, the way he dressed, the small earring he had in one ear, and his chisled jawline. you realised just how much he had grown up from when you last saw him - the way he carefully chooses the right words to say, the way he changes the tone of his voice to suit the right conversation, compared to before where no matter what, he would always be a teaser, and use playful tones to speak.

"what are you thinking about, hm pretty girl?" he hums, lightly grabbing the sides of your head.

"just what you-" you feel a pair of soft lips land on yours, followed by a cheeky laugh, and his forehead resting on yours, all while your brain tries to understand the events that had just happened.

"h-hey! that was my first kiss!" you exclaim, blushing in the process.

he shrugs, "no it wasn't, we kissed before when we were like six." clearly not impressed that you thought he had only just taken your first kiss.

“psh whatever nishimura, just do that again please…” you mumble, to which riki would pull you closer, locking your lips together again, as his hands linger around your cheeks.

"i told you they would eventually get together. it was just a matter of when." both yours and riki's mom stand at the crack of the door, smiling to each other at the fact that they can finally see the long awaited happiness on both their children’s face.

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damazcuz · 2 months

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I don't think people responding to the scrambled "uh oh, we got caught" Tumblr AI announcement with "just nightshade and glaze all the art you post guys! it's your own fault if you don't do that small step! It's ok we'll get through this!" are Getting It:

Everything has already been scraped, including the account you haven't been able to access since 2015. Yes even the private, locked sideblogs of all your old art. Did you glaze it? did you nightshade it? in 2015? can you log in and check? no? Opted in.

This also includes any writing, creative or otherwise, posted to Tumblr. Did you nightshade the poetry and fanfiction you posted to Tumblr on your old account in 2018? why not? not a plan-aheader huh? Opted in!

It's opt in by default and by design. People who left Tumblr ages ago will likely not hear about this and won't know to regain account access and opt out. People who have died won't be able to log in and opt out. People who deleted past accounts or sideblogs won't be able to log in and opt out. People whose content is reposted here from Pixiv or other external sources by unrelated third parties won't have any way to say "hey half of that blog is MY stuff. Opt ME out."

Sorry. They just have everything ever put on the site. And you didn't opt out in 2015 when you lost access to your login email, so it's included. This is on purpose because they don't WANT people to be able to opt out, they want people to stay opted in saying "well my art sucks so I'm poisoning the data model 👍" while posting jokes and creative writing, they WANT you to say "well I'm unaffected" and keep posting photos and text and stuff. Midjourney wants that and Tumblr wants to do anything it can to satisfy Midjourney and scrape some cash out of that deal.

I'm sorry because I love this place too, but genuinely the decisions being made here are business decisions being put into place by a company trying to squeeze the last drops of blood out of a stone. Tumblr is not your friend. Staff is not your friend. Automattic is not your friend. The CEO has hopefully PROVEN he is not anyone's friend. This is a business first and a product that they are selling, not to you and me, but to advertisers and partners. Tumblr will ensure that Tumblr users see their ads and supply them data.

Frankly I do not trust this company or this website and I cannot in good faith just believe that they're going to look at my opt out checkbox and say "okay! ^_^ we will remove everything Dama has ever said or done from our AI scrape. we promise to do it!" and then actually do it. They already have the data. They can just claim that whatever is produced through machine learning based in part off of my data is unrelated, came from other sources, etc. I do not have trust in this website. I don't see how anyone could at this point.

I feel like I'm watching a trainwreck from the inside and no one wants to get out of their seats and try hopping off into the safe grassy field. Wait, they say. Let's see if the train just climbs back onto the tracks, they say. The fire and explosions are all part of the process, they say. Eventually people will stop panicking or dying and it'll be a smooth ride, they say. Just look at how bright the horizon is.

#🛤️ well frankly i hope it explodes even faster.#lawsuit save me. lawsuit. save me lawsuit.

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confused-pyramid · 2 years

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It's Always Been You

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x fem!reader

summary: As Iceman's daughter, you and Rooster grew up together, but your friendship transforms when you are assigned to train for a dangerous mission that's never been accomplished before.

word count: 5.7k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (f!receiving), Top Gun: Maverick spoilers, mentions of illness

a/n: I watched Top Gun: Maverick twice (once for the plot, once for Miles Teller lol), so here's the Rooster fic that emerged from that

You push open the door to The Hard Deck, wiping away the droplets of sweat that are forming along the back of your neck in the dry California heat. Two weeks ago you got the call that you were being sent back to North Island to train for an urgent mission with an elite group of aviators, and you were excited for the opportunity to see pilots from your class at TOPGUN again.

The Hard Deck was the place you went for a cold beer and a hearty game of pool when you were still in training, and you knew that this was the best place to look if you wanted to find the rest of the team. You don't see them at first, but you immediately hear the arrogant timbre of Hangman's voice, carrying across the busy bar. Smiling to yourself, you stroll up to the pool table that Phoenix and the guys are crowded around, announcing your entrance with a "So who's winning?"

Fanboy and Payback grin at you from across the table as Hangman shoots you a cocky smirk, "Who do you think, darlin'?"

Rolling your eyes, you grab the pool cue from his hand and line up a shot, feeling his presence still behind you. Taking a breath in, you slide the cue back, whacking him in the gut, before shooting it forward and sinking your ball into the pocket.

You hear a groan behind you and you smirk, holding out the cue for him to take back, "Call me darling again, and I'll stick this somewhere you'll never find it."

A series of ooh's ring out around you, but you barely notice because another voice cuts through the chaos, "Come on now, Falcon. That's no way to make friends."

You spin around at the sound of your call sign, your jaw dropping as you take in the aviator-clad man grinning at you.

"No fucking way!" you gasp, launching yourself forward and into his arms for a barreling hug. "Rooster!"

He looks good, you think, when did that happen?

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw wraps his large arms around you, squeezing you tight before letting you go with a husky laugh. "Good to see you too, y/n."

"Well, if it isn't the other half of the nepotism duo," Hangman quips, souring your mood almost immediately. "You know, some people had to actually work their way here, instead of being handed everything."

Rooster doesn't react, but you don't have the self-control he does, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"We'll certainly see about that, won't we?" he smirks, cocking his head in a condescending tilt. "Admiral Simpson assembled us all here for a reason, and there's no way in hell he needs all of us for one mission."

You know he's right, but before you can think of a witty response, you hear a bell ringing, and cheering erupts from around the bar. You turn back to see Rooster grinning at Hangman, his finger pointing at the sign hanging above the bar, "You disrespect a lady and you buy a round for everyone."

Phoenix smacks Hangman on the back, laughing as she ushers him towards the cash register where Penny is waiting, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

You're still trying to shake off Hangman's comment when Bradley sidles up next to you, his hip checking yours as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't let him get to you. Iceman was a legend, but we both know you did this all on your own."

You would think that having an Admiral for a father would have made your life in the Navy much easier, but the moment you showed any interest in flying, your dad, Iceman, had stopped supporting your dreams. When the diagnosis came in, everything else fell to the back burner and the only thing you could concentrate on was how much you loved him and wanted him to fight. But sometimes, the hurt was still there. You knew he was just scared for you, especially after what he had seen with Rooster's dad, but his efforts to keep you away from the career he had successfully built had strained your relationship.

It was Bradley who pulled you two back together. After his dad died, he became a staple at the Kazansky household, always welcome for holidays and pretty much every other day too. He managed to toe the line between pushing you to become the best pilot you could be, and helping you regain your relationship with your father. He was your best friend growing up, and even though you split off in the naval academy, he was still a pillar in your life that was never going anywhere.

~~~

With Hangman buying, the night passes quickly, and the next morning you are sitting with the rest of the team, waiting on your instructor to show up. You tap your foot on the floor of the hangar, impatience building up inside of you, until the sound of footsteps alerts you.

Turning around, you spot the man walking towards you and your eyes widen with surprise and then concern. You sneak a glance at Rooster, trying to gauge his reaction to seeing Maverick for the first time in years, but the only response you get is the tightening of his jaw. The lesson starts off well, but when Mav begins the air drills, the tension between him and Rooster comes to a head.

He starts you off first, giving you a few minutes to get settled in the air, before he's right on your tail. You try to shake him, but your wingman is too far back and you don't have eyes behind you, so it only takes him a minute to "shoot you down". Payback and Fanboy's excellent idea to get some skin in the game has the three of you on your hands with Hondo, sweat dripping from your face onto the tarmac as the California sun beats down on you.

After what feels like an hour, you are hobbling back into the control room, listening to the radio as Rooster takes off. He starts off strong, managing to evade Maverick's maneuvers, but you don't miss the quiet snipes that shoot back and forth across the comms as they zoom through the air. You zone out for a moment, but you must've missed something important, because the next thing you know, Mav and Rooster are engaged in a dangerous maneuver that has been spinning towards the ground.

"They passed the hard deck," Phoenix gasps while everyone stares intently at the radio, as if hoping that this will somehow convince them to pull up their control sticks. You feel like you're under 10 Gs of force with how heavy your body feels as Bradley spins down to the earth, neither of them giving up even an inch of their pride.

It feels like a million years before he finally gives in, the nose of his jet a mere kilometer from the ground as he pulls out of the downward spiral. The weight on your chest finally lifts when he lands back on the base, and you don't wait for him as you head back to your cabin. No doubt Admiral Simpson will be chewing him out for his idiotic stunt today.

~~~

You're heading out to grab dinner that night when you run into Bradley, who is just getting back from the hangar. You're so angry that you can barely look at him, but he stops in front of you, forcing you to confront him.

"I get that you're mad at Mav," you grit out, "but why the hell would you put yourself in danger just to prove whatever the hell you were trying to prove to him!"

He's all you have, your thoughts spiral against your will, doesn't he know that it would kill you to lose him?

His brows furrow with frustration as he straightens his back in an unconscious effort to size you up. "Don't patronize me. You wouldn't understand, y/n."

You scoff. "The hell I wouldn't. We grew up together Bradshaw, I know you inside and out."

"Yeah, well your dad isn't fucking dead."

You stop in your tracks, his words a slap in the face. Fluorescent hospital lights flash across your mind as you are unwittingly brought back to the early days of your dad's cancer diagnosis.

Rooster's expression falls immediately and you see pain flash across his eyes as he takes a step forward and says, "God, y/n, I'm so sorry, you know I didn't mean that. Iceman was like a father to me. What he's going through now is killing me too."

He pulls you into a hug and after a moment, you reciprocate, your arms winding around his waist. You take a deep breath, breathing in his familiar musky scent that reminds you of home.

You both stay in the embrace for a minute before he whispers, "You were right. What I did up there today was stupid. I won't do it again."

You can hear the sincerity in his voice as he says it, and you believe him. Bradley Bradshaw has never lied to you, even when it hurts. But you would take his steadfast honesty over all else any day.

~~~

You wake up the next day to a note on your door that says to 'dress light and head to the beach behind The Hard Deck'. You pull on a sports bra under a tee shirt and denim shorts, before meeting up with the rest of the team outside of the base. You all head over to the beach and find Captain Mitchell grinning, two footballs in his hands.

"Welcome to dogfight football!" he yells over the lull of the waves crashing against the shore. "Form two teams and line up."

Hearing his directions, you and Rooster look over at each other, an implicit agreement in your eyes. You both line up on one side with a few of the guys, as Hangman and Coyote grab the rest and form a line in front of you. Rooster and Hangman take the balls, crouching down into position as they get ready to start the game. Mav whistles, signaling the beginning of game play, and suddenly the makeshift field becomes a flurry of motion.

At first, you lose track of where your team is compared to the other guys, but as the game progresses you slowly realize Maverick's genius. This game is perfect for honing your precision and focus, which will be absolutely vital when a select few of you are bombing the uranium enrichment plant in a couple of weeks.

Rooster catches the ball as Fanboy hikes it to him, falling back to get a better view of the beach and find open targets. He sees you slanting out to the side, but Coyote keeps getting in the way, so he turns his attention over to Payback, who sprints across the shoreline, losing his defender in the process. Bradley slings the ball across the sand, but just as it's about to reach Payback, someone from the other team swats it down.

Clapping his hands to shake off the initial defeat, he swings his finger in the air to round up the team for another shot. He is scanning the beach, trying to locate everyone on his side, when his eyes land on you, all the way across the sand. He opens his mouth to call out to you, but then your hand grips the hem of your shirt and every thought flies out of his mind.

You lift the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head, and he knows he should probably be looking away, but he can't take his eyes off of you. He's barely paying attention as Phoenix presses the ball back into his hands, but then he regains his focus when you start sprinting to the opposite side. You swing around the side and dodge Hangman's arm as you yell, "Rooster, over here."

Blinking a few times to get re-oriented, Bradley zings the ball over to you, relishing in the satisfying thud as it lands in your waiting hands. Cheers break out all around him, and he grins at your success, but his mind is still stuck on the smooth expanse of your tanned skin that glinted at him under the harsh sunlight.

The game continues for a while, and eventually you see a ball flying way over your head, zooming into what looks like no man's land. You start running but then it thunks into Bob's hands. Everyone pauses for a moment of shock, before you all erupt into cheers that end up in Bob being lifted into the air like he just shot the winning goal in the World Cup.

You pat him on the back, laughing at the proud look on Bob's face. As if pulled by a magnet, your eyes travel down the pile until they land on Rooster's. His eyes meet yours instantly, a bright grin plastered on his face. You're already sweating buckets under the hot sun, but one look from Bradley has a warmth spreading across your chest that you haven't felt since you were young.

This was Bradley Bradshaw, the valiant knight who graced all your childhood dreams. He always is and always has been the face you search for in a crowd. He's never been fearless, but he's your rock. Whenever you look at him, you feel like the world is at your fingertips.

Stepping back as the boys jostle him around, you can't help the grin that crosses your face. For the first time since you started here at TOPGUN, you actually feel like you're part of a team. A family.

~~~

Everyone heads back to the cabins covered in sweat and sand, and the showers are filled up before you can even grab your clothes. As you're waiting for one of the stalls to open, you get a call from Mom that sends a jolt of panic down your spine.

"Mom?" you answer, trying to keep the apprehension from your voice. "What's going on?"

"Oh, honey, it's nothing sudden," she says kindly, clearly sensing your worry from miles away. She always knew what you were thinking, even when you tried your best to hide it. "It's just what we've seen coming for a while now, sweetheart."

You can hear the wetness in her voice and you know she's been crying. The image sends a dagger through your stomach. "It's getting close to the end. You should come see Dad."

Mom hid a lot of things from you growing up - always to protect you - but the one thing she never could was your dad's illness. The signs of his weakening state were ever-present and although he tried to ignore them, you never could.

"I'll come today," you say, your voice hoarse from the tears building in your throat. "See you soon, Mom."

The call ends and you open your phone again, the need to text him almost a gut instinct.

You going to see dad. come with?

His response is immediate.

Bradley🐓 always. i'll meet you outside in 20

You take the fastest shower of your life and head out front to see Bradley already outside on his motorcycle, helmet in hand. He must see the look in your eyes because he doesn't say anything as you hop on behind him and wind your arms around his waist. Your fingers dig into the hard ridges of his stomach as he zooms down the quiet streets of Fightertown. The cool breeze brushing past your face helps clear your head as you pass by the houses neighboring the glistening water.

Bradley takes the turns carefully, but you were never much of a biker, and your arms stay tightly wound around his hard abdomen. You can feel the muscles in his back flexing against your chest, and not for the first time, you are struck by how much of a man he has become. You grew up with him, so you never really noticed how he was changing, but all of a sudden, he has become this gorgeous, hardworking man who's a far cry from the young boy who used to pull your pigtails on the playground.

It's not long before you arrive at your childhood home, Rooster's bike pulling to a stop by the front lawn. You haven't even made it fully up the porch when the door swings open, your mom's melancholy expression greeting you from the doorway.

When you two make it inside, she pulls you both into big hugs, remarking on how glad your dad will be to see you both again. The walk to Dad's study feels like a marathon, and by the time you get the door open, you can barely breathe. But then you see him, and the weight on your chest disappears.

He looks worn down and tired, but he's here. He's alive, and he's okay, and even though it's taking everything in him to fight this illness, he's doing it. You fight back tears as he smiles at you from his desk, bundled up in a sweater even though the sun is shining brightly through the bay windows.

"Hi, Dad," you smile, kissing his forehead and pulling out a chair, before Bradley shakes his hand and takes a seat next to you. "You look great."

"You really do, Admiral," Bradley nods, meeting your eye for a moment in a quick show of moral support. Just the one look from him settles you, and you turn back to your father, excited to fill him in on your mission.

You and Rooster tell him about the grueling training you've undergone this past week and he listens intently, smiling brightly as you talk about Maverick and how he pushes every boundary and limit he can find.

After about an hour, the sun starts to set and you know you have to get back to the base before it gets dark.

"It was great to see you again, Iceman," Bradley says, giving your dad a quick hug that you can tell means a lot to the both of them.

When you guys start to leave, your dad beckons for you to stay back a moment. Bradley murmurs that he'll be waiting for you outside, and pulls the door closed behind him.

You take a seat again, turning to face your father, who has a look on his face that you don't recognize. He opens his mouth to speak, and you try to stop him, knowing that it just hurts him, but he waves away your concern, pressing your hand into both of his.

"Y/n, you know I didn't want you following in my footsteps in the Navy after I saw how it affected my closest friends," he whispers, his voice raspy with disuse. This isn't what you wanted to talk about with him today, but since he brought it up, you can't help the nerves that bubble up inside of you before he continues speaking. " But you have become such a strong, beautiful, independent woman, and I am so grateful that I got to see it."

You had long since come to terms with the notion that your father wasn't going to be in support of your life choices, but to hear him finally express what you've been trying to show him for years makes up for everything. Your eyes well up with tears and you exhale slowly, "I love you, Dad."

He stands up, and you rise with him, pulling him into a big hug that makes you feel like a kid again. You're about to pull away, when you hear his gentle rasp by your ear. "He loves you, too. I can see it."

~~~

You are still thinking about your father's words when you walk out front and see Bradley on his bike, waiting for you with a bittersweet smile on his face. He hands you your helmet and helps you onto the motorcycle, before turning back to look at you again.

"He's fighting so hard to stay here for you and your mom," he says, his voice bringing a welcome warmth to the pit that is slowly forming in your chest with each strained breath your father takes. "I'm so lucky that I got to know him as well as I did."

Leaning forward, you pull Bradley into a hug that he reciprocates immediately. Your body is small and warm against his, and he presses his face into your neck, enjoying the subtle scent of vanilla and hazelnut that wafts up from your skin. He lost both of his parents before he even got into the naval academy, but when he was with you, he never felt like he was missing his family. Over the years, you had become the family he needed, and with his arms around you, he knows he could stay like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough.

~~~

When the Pentagon receives new intel that the shipment to the uranium enrichment facility is coming early, the mission gets moved up, increasing the already monumental odds that are going against your team's ability to finish this and come home.

The intensity of your training is amped up and every night you are so exhausted that you sleep like a log. The week passes by too quickly, and before you know it, its the day before the mission. Maverick assembles all of you back into the training facility and takes a few moments before finally opening his mouth.

"You all have worked incredibly hard, and the choices I had to make when selecting the pilots for this mission were difficult ones."

You've heard this kind of speech what feels like a thousand times, and you find yourself tuning him out as you try to calm your nerves. After a minute, you pull yourself back into the present and realize that he's naming the teams.

"Dagger 1," Mav announces, "Payback and Fanboy."

You nod, agreeing with that pick completely. Fanboy was an amazing WSO and he complemented Payback well.

"Dagger 2," Mav continues, "Phoenix and Bob."

Another great pick. You shoot them a small congratulatory smile, before turning your attention back to the Captain. This is it. Who's it gonna be?

"And my wingman will be...Rooster."

The air feels like its being sucked out of the room. A spike of fear jolts through you as his name ping-pongs inside of your skull, unable to fully sink in. This mission would take not one, but two miracles, and only then was there even going to be a consideration of trying to get home in one piece.

You barely hear Maverick explain that the rest of you are on standby, before everyone is standing up and filtering out of the room. You feel like you're sleepwalking, your feet moving of their own accord as they take you back to the cabins to turn in for the night.

You take your time getting ready for bed, but even as you lay down, the exhaustion so strong you can feel it in your bones, sleep doesn't come. You try everything from counting sheep to meditation, but something nags at the back of your mind, keeping you from falling asleep.

It's not just something. It's Rooster.

Groaning with exasperation, you throw off the covers and pace around your room, trying to calm your racing mind. You try to turn your thoughts away from the mission tomorrow, but after a few minutes of walking back and forth across the small room, you know you have to get out of here.

Desperate for fresh air, you push open the door and step into the hallway. Just as you are considering breaking curfew, another door opens down the hall and Rooster's head peeks out from behind the doorframe.

He's shirtless, only clad in a pair of cotton sweats, and you almost forget to feel ashamed as you ogle his beautiful body. He looks back at you, amusement filling his eyes, before its quickly replaced with something that fills you with the urge to wrap your arms around him and squeeze until you are bonded as one.

Deciding against the fresh air, you cock your head towards your door and leave it open as you walk back into your room.

The door shuts behind you and you sit on your bed, legs crossed under you, as Bradley plops down next to you, his head hitting your pillow as he makes himself comfortable. You are both silent for a while before he whispers, barely audible, "I'm scared."

You turn to look at him, and he sees the understanding in your eyes. In that moment, he immediately knows that you are his person; the person he always wants with him when he gets bad news or good news or whatever else life throws at him. He knows you like he knows the inside of an F/A 18F Super Hornet, and that will never change. Not if he can help it.

"I'm ready," he continues, finding his voice again, "but I'm still scared of what could happen out there. I trust Mav, I do. I mean, I didn't always, but I think I finally see what my dad saw in him, you know. But..."

"It's okay to be scared," you whisper, your voice low as if you're afraid that being any louder will break this spell. "But you're the best aviator I know and if anyone can complete this mission, it's you, Rooster."

He sits up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours and you become acutely aware of how little clothing separates the two of you. The thin material of your shirt is light against your skin and you can barely breathe as Bradley lifts his hand, threading his fingers in your hair as he cups the side of your face with so much care you think you might melt right there in front of him.

Neither of you says anything as his thumb lazily runs down your jaw, stopping right at your lips. "Bradley." your voice is a soft sigh that makes him stiffen.

His hand doesn't move as he looks at you intensely, his eyes seeing you in a way that no one else does. "I can go. Just say the word and-"

"Don't," you whisper, scooting forward slightly on the bed as confidence fills you again. "Don't go."

You would be lying if you said you weren't afraid of the consequences of what was happening between the two of you. Of how this could affect your long-held friendship and your ability to function properly as a team. But in that moment, all you can think about is how his lips would feel against yours.

You lean into him, your palms flat on the mattress beneath you as you press your mouth to his. The moment your lips meet, sparks crackle behind your eyelids, and you let out a small whimper that has his fingers tightening in your hair. His mouth is warm against yours and the prickle of his mustache against your nose feeds the ache between your legs at the thought of it bristling somewhere else.

Bradley's hands move from your hair to your waist as he lowers you down onto the bed, his body hovering over you. His eyes never leave yours as he reaches down to the hem of your shirt, toying with the edge in an implicit question that you answer with a frantic nod. He pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground, before peppering kisses down your jaw and across your neck. The wet heat of his tongue against your skin has you gasping beneath him and you dig your fingers into the ridges of his back, your eyelids fluttering closed with pleasure.

You grip his shoulders as he returns to your mouth, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips in a teasing pattern that has you squeezing your legs together to get some relief.

"Bradley," you gasp, feeling him pull back slightly, "stop teasing."

He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around your back before lifting you up and forward until you're straddling him. "Yes, ma'am."

With one deft movement, he unhooks your bra and sends it falling to the floor. You don't have time to be impressed, because the next thing you know, his mouth is on your breast, his lips closing around your nipple with awe-inspiring precision. The warm wetness of his mouth on your sensitive skin snaps something inside of you and suddenly your hips start rocking against his, desperate for some sort of release. Bradley switches to your other breast, and when his teeth brush against you, a sound you don't recognize rips from your throat.

Your hips grind against his faster, the rough material of his sweats creating a delicious friction that has you gasping. He's rock hard against your core, and although there are multiple layers of fabric between the two of you, the feeling of his arousal under you sends waves of pleasure rolling up your spine.

"Y/n, darlin', you gotta stop doing that," Bradley groans, lifting his face from your chest. "I'm not finishing until I'm inside of you."

His words leave you breathless, and you nod frantically, making him laugh brightly. He tugs off his sweats as he moves down your body, kissing down your abdomen until he's at the waistband of your sleep shorts. Bradley takes his time pulling them down your legs, delighting in the small noises of impatience you make from above him.

"Bradley, hurry up," you complain, the ache between your thighs getting worse with each second.

He just flashes you that infuriatingly perfect smirk. "Patience, baby. We have all the time in the world. I'm savoring you tonight."

You can't ignore the jolt of heat his words send straight to your core, but that doesn't make you any less eager for him. When he yanks your shorts and panties off, you're finally bare in front of him, and the sight of you here, with him, has his mind dizzy with desire.

He opens his mouth to make some witty quip like he always does when he's with you, but instead what comes out is, "You're so fucking beautiful."

You've always been beautiful and strong and stubborn, and if he's being honest, he's always loved you. He just didn't realize it.

He wants to be inside of you more than anything, but with your dripping heat right in front of him, he would be remiss to not have a taste. His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your core, and you gasp loudly, feeling the ache start to dissipate with each ministration.

The sounds that escape your mouth encourage his movements and he presses your stomach down to the mattress as you try to arch off the bed. Your body is overheating and you can't seem to get enough as his mustache scrapes infuriatingly against your thighs. When his lips close around your clit, you're already so close that you come barreling to your release, crying out something that sounds like his name as he works you through your orgasm.

His lips find yours again and your fingers dig roughly into the hard ridges of his muscles as he doesn't wait before entering you slowly, the stinging stretch quickly turning to hot pleasure. You moan into his mouth as he pulls out fully before sinking back into you, his hard length reaching the deepest parts of you.

Bradley's body shakes with a pleasure that overwhelms him as your slick heat tightens around him like a vice grip. His thrusts get faster and faster and your head falls back, arching off the pillow as his name rolls off your lips.

"Y/n, fuck," he grits out as you contract around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to finishing.

Your body starts to shudder, signaling your impending release, and Bradley quickens his thrusts to get you there first. His hand reaches down between the two of you, and he rubs fast circles on your clit that send you flying over the edge in seconds.

You cry out with the force of your release, and the tightening of your pussy around his cock has him following you soon after.

~~~

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and a note on your nightstand that reads 'you're it for me. I'll be back in no time.'

You smile to yourself, but then your expression falls when you remember where he's gone. You quickly change into your gear and head up to the base to join Hangman and the rest of the reserve team.

Admiral Simpson has you all waiting by the tarmac, supplied with a radio that allows you to listen in to the mission. The flight over to the canyon is largely uneventful, but when the aviators reach the inverted dive, your heart seizes in your chest. They manage to achieve the first miracle, and then the next, and with each piece of good news, the tightness around your heart loosens up, but then you hear Rooster's frantic voice and your lungs refuse to work again.

When Maverick's plane gets hit by the missile, the whole base falls silent, except for the anguished sounds of Bradley's voice over the radio. When Rooster's comms go silent too, Hangman is sent out to do an assist and you can feel your heart in your throat, beating wildly as your lungs try to force air in and out.

You and the rest of the reserve team wait for what feels like a year, but then you see an old F-14 Tomcat enter the skies above you and all the tension finally leaves your body. When Rooster and Mav land, you let everyone else rush forward to cheer for them, seeing as how your feet can barely move because of how relieved you are.

But then Bradley steps out of the plane and finds you in the crowd. You smile at him, tears glazing your eyes as he saunters over to you and stops in front of you. "Told you I'd be back."

You let out a watery laugh before he lifts you into a big hug, your feet flying off the ground as he pulls you tightly against him. It feels like no time at all before he puts you down, and you're about to put a professional distance between your bodies when he plants a big kiss on your mouth.

You're staring at him, mouth agape, when you hear Hangman's voice behind you, "I fucking knew it!"

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dinner with the cameron clan ~ rafe cameron

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"I don't want to go" Rafe complained for the hundredth time, running his hand across his face.

"Babe, it's just dinner. They're not going to murder you" you replied, focused on the road ahead of you.

Ward and Rose had called you over for dinner under the pretext that they hadn't seen the two of you in a long time.

It was true. Rafe and you had moved into your own house together a year ago and hadn't visited his family much. Rafe had always wanted to get away from them and they weren't your favorite people in the world, so you never forced him to go.

"Yes, they will. I bet they've been plotting this ever since I moved out" he complained like a little child, reaching over and holding your hand in his.

"Babe, I promise we're not going to stay long. We'll eat and then we can go home. I know you don't like it there, I'm not going to force you to stay there any longer than you have to" you reassured him, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thimb across his hand in comfort.

Rafe was very grateful for you. You were the only person he felt truly safe with, the only one who understood him and never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do.

Finding your house was his way of expressing his gratitude for sticking by his side for the past 3 years, for just being there when he needed someone to listen to him and just tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He never had that in his family.

"Home sweet home" he mumbled under his breath when you reached the mansion and parked in the front yard.

"If it gets too much and you want to leave, you tell me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. We'll leave whenever you want to" you said once you stepped out of the car and stood next to each other in front of the house.

You were holding his face into your hands and were running your thumbs across his smooth cheeks, looking affectionately into his soft eyes.

"Thank you" he whispered and leaned down, capturing your lips with his.

Even after all these years, he still managed to make you weak in the knees and butterflies to come alive into your stomach.

"I love you" you whispered against his lips, leaning up and planting a small kiss on his nose.

"I love you too" he said while scrunching up his nose, making you smile at his cuteness.

"Rafe, Y/N!" you heard a voice call from inside the house.

You barely had time to turn around before you were attacked into a hug by Wheezie. Out of his whole family, she was the only one that accepted Rafe for who he was and they actually got along well.

"Wheezie, you're killing my girlfriend" Rafe said from behind you, chuckling fondly.

"I would never do that, I like her too much. I missed you, Rafe" she said while letting go of you and hugging Rafe.

The boy closed his eyes and buried his head in hers, hugging the girl tightly. You watched with a smile on your face, happy to know that your boy knew not everyone in his family hated him.

"I missed you too, troublemaker" he mumbled, earning a gentle slap from the teenager.

"Come on, mom and dad are waiting for you" she took both of you guys' hands and dragged you inside.

She pulled you into the dining room where a big table was set for 6 people. Sarah was sitting at the head of the table typing away on her phone and Ward and Rose were discussing something under their breaths.

"Look who's here" Wheezie announced, not letting go of your hands.

Rafe smiled awkwardly at his family, shoving his free hand in his pocket. You knew he was really uncomfortable, but you couldn't comfort him with Wheezie between the two of you.

"Hey" Sarah smiled at the both of you, mainly at you, then proceeded to switch her attention back to her phone.

"It was about time" you heard Rose murmur under her breath, thinking nobody could hear her.

"You should be thankful we're here at all" you said loudly, making sure she knew you were speaking to her.

She wanted to open her mouth and snap back, but decided against it. When you looked back at Rafe, you noticed a tiny smile fighting its way to his lips, which you were grateful for.

"Please, sit" Ward said and motioned for the two vacant seats next to Sarah.

Wheezie let go of your hands and sat down in her seat next to her mother.

Rafe went ahead and pulled your chair back for you, like the gentleman that he really is. You thanked him as you sat down and watched him take a seat, moving his chair so he was sitting closer to you.

You immediately took his hand in yours and rested it on your lap, running your fingers along his arm in a soothing manner that would keep him calm.

"How have you kids been?" Ward asked, trying to defuse the tension.

"Very well, thank you" you were trying to be as polite as possible, but it was not easy.

"What would you expect from a couple of teenagers living on their own?" Rose remarked, smirking while looking directly into your eyes.

"With all due respect, we're not teenagers anymore. We are both adults who are more than capable of taking care of ourselves, unlike others" you immediately snapped back, squeezing Rafe's hand lightly.

He was at ease with you taking control of the conversation because you never backed away from speaking your mind and putting people in their places, something his family definitely needed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rose sat up, defensiveness now present in her annoying voice.

"Mom, can you please stop? It's unnecessary and annoying" Wheezie spoke suddenly, shifting everyone's attention to her.

She was never one to involve herself in arguments, so this was a new thing for everyone.

"How d-" the woman started again but was interrupted by the waiters who came and placed the food on the table.

You put some meatballs and mashed potatoes on your plate, not letting go of Rafe's hand. His thumb started rubbing circles on your palm, a habit he had picked up early in your relationship because he knew it helped keep you calm.

"Eat something, act like you're hungry. We'll get takeout when we get home" you whispered into his ear, making his heart flutter.

You placed a kiss on his cheek when you pulled away and shot him an encouraging smile.

He couldn't believe how well you knew him and how much you took care of him. He hated the way the Cameron chefs cooked, so having to eat something didn't sit right with him.

You put two meatballs on his plate and a spoonful of mashed potatoes, your intertwined hands still on your lap.

"How is college going, Y/N?" Ward asked after a long pause, smiling his signature fake smile into your direction.

"It's going well, thank you for asking" you said once you swallowed down your food, trying not to cringe at the tastelessness of it.

Rafe noticed it and tried to bite back a laugh.

"Rafe, how have you been holding up?" Ward directed his question to his son, obviously trying to get a rise out of him.

"I'm great. Better than ever, thanks to Y/N" he squeezed your hand, sending you a grateful smile.

You smiled back and gave his lips a quick peck, making Wheezie gag jokingly.

"Not on drugs anymore then, I assume" Ward's words slices like a knife through you.

You hated when people brought up Rafe's past drug problems because he was not like that anymore, but people didn't seem to want to accept that.

"I haven't been on drugs for the past 3 years, dad" he said, having lost his appetite entirely.

"I'm keeping him healthy and happy, Mr. Cameron. You don't have to worry about us" you butted in, sensing how uncomfortable Rafe's father just made him feel.

"That's good, that's good" Ward nodded, his attention back to his plate.

It was silent for a while longer, the only thing that could be heard were the utensils scrapping against the plates.

When you looked at your watch and saw it had already been an hour, you squeezed Rafe's hand and motioned with your head towards the door discreetly.

He nodded, relieved that you hated it as much as him and wanted to go home.

"We're going to head home" you announced, getting up from your chair and waiting for Rafe to do the same.

"Already?" Sarah spoke up for the second time during the entire evening, looking at you in confusion.

"Yeah, we have a project to finish asap" you came up with the lie on the spot, trying to sound like you were busy and were not actually going home because you hated it here.

"You have to come back soon, though. It's been too long since we've all just hung out together" Ward exclaimed, getting up from his seat to walk you towards the door.

"We'll see" Rafe replied, trailing behind you as you hurried out of the house.

"I'll miss you" Wheezie said once she came out to hug the two of you.

"We'll miss you too, honey. You know you can come up to our house whenever you want, right? Just give us a call and we'll come pick you up" you told the girl, holding her face in your hand.

"I'll keep that in mind" she smiled, squeezing you one last time.

You said your goodbyes once more before you got into your car and pulled out of the driveway, away from the Camerons.

"That didn't go as bad as I thought it would" Rafe spoke up, letting out a big relieved sigh.

"It went acceptably well. Rose tried to start some nasty conversations a couple of times but I made sure to shut her down every time. Did you see the look on her face?" you laughed along with your boyfriend, finally feeling free of the dinner that had been hanging over your head for the past week.

"She couldn't believe it when you actually answered back, she's not used to people not doing what she says" he said once he finished laughing with you.

"And don't even get me started on your dad. Bringing up the drugs like that, without even an ounce of sympathy in his voice, I wanted to punch him"

"He was trying to pick a fight with me. Thank you for butting in"

"Of course, I wasn't about to let him make fun of my boy like that"

It was silent after that, but unlike at dinner, it was a comfortable silence.

"Thank you, by the way" he spoke up once you pulled into your driveway and stopped the car.

"What for?"

"Just being there, making sure I was okay throughout, sticking up for me in front of them. Being you, basically" he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his.

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be there for you, no matter what, because I love you, so much"

"I love you too. More than words can say"

You both leaned in and pressed your lips against each other, sealing a silent promise that you will always be there for one another, no matter what.

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bonnie~! (Or question for finish line mc) In a bunch of race car movies I’ve seen the drivers are ripped… so’s Jk buff too? Mc’s answer to the interviewers question made me cackle, so… what is mc’s reaction to maybe first time seeing him work out or just meeting buff Kook for the first time?

yeah JK is kinda beefy not gonna lie...

You remember the first time you noticed a change in Jungkook after he'd been 'discovered'- now put under a more demanding workout routine, an actual team now taking care of him to make sure he's in top-condition for training and every single race.

It was late summer. A simple barbecue, to celebrate one of the driving instructors' birthday- Jungkook already there with friends, since you had to work that day, only able to meet up later.

Maybe it was the hectic schedule he's had, the lack of sex you both had (and if you did have something slow and sloppy before going to sleep it would be in the dark), or maybe it just happened over night and you never knew- but when did he became so.. big?

"I uh- brought beer?" You announce yourself as Jungkook turns around from where he stands near the barbecue grill, nothing covering his upper body but a white sleeveless top, a bit of sweat in the back making the fabric slightly darker. He's always wearing that chain around his neck with the promise ring you both exchanged when you first started dating- Jungkook still a little shy, nerdy, glasses on his nose and voice a bit quiet.

You barely recognize that Jungkook from back then now.

"There's my baby." He beams at you happily, hugging you before he takes the plastic bag and carton of beer from you. "You could've texted me to help you carry everything." He says, helping you set everything down on a camping table close by.

You're familiar with this dirt-road by now. It's a little like a second home, that dusty racetrack he basically spends almost every weekend at.

"I brought you something for the mosquitos later?" You say, and he nods.

"Ah, look at him- he's got a keeper!" His instructor laughs, greeting you. "You make sure he keeps that head on his shoulders, eh?" He says, and you grin, nodding.

That old man is proud. Of course he is- he's pretty much adopted Jungkook as somewhat of his grandson by now.

A little on the side now, me runs his fingers over your bare arms, before he moves them to sit around his neck. "When did you become so.. beefy?" You ask him, eyes squinted in suspicion as he laughs.

"I think it's the new workout." He shrugs. "Is it too much?" He worries, but you shake your head.

"Honestly? Makes me wanna ride your thighs again. Feels like I don't know your body at all anymore." You simply say without shame. "Also makes me feel all fuzzy in my heart- so have such a strong, pretty boyfriend- like a knight in shining armor!" You sing-song, and he laughs, head tilted back for a second.

"I'll even carry you around like the princess you are." He purrs down at you, pecking your lips.

Twice, because once is never enough.

"...pretty sure you could just fuck me while holding me too, no?" You whisper up at him, and he bites his lip, playing with his lip ring.

"Guess we'll have to find out?" He responds, and you giggle.

"But right now I'm hungry, so too bad, beefy-boy!" You laugh, hitting his chest before you run towards the barbecue again to grab a beer for yourself.

Leaving Jungkook a little frustrated between his legs-

but he'll get his revenge.

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IYHM ask replies!!

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we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

words: 3.0k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

"Good morning, Y/N" Susannah said as she entered my room.

I got up almost instantly, "Oh god, am I late?" I asked.

She laughed a little, "No, you're fine, don't worry."

Susannah hopped onto my bed, looking at me with a cute smile, "Are you ready for your big day."

I shook my head no, "Nope."

"Oh yes you are." She said to me.

"But what if I trip? Or I step on Jeremiah's foot?" I asked.

"You won't, just hold onto Jeremiah." She said, laughing a little, "He won't let you fall."

I laughed a little as well, "That's true."

"You know..." Susannah began, "I still don't know how you got him to be your escort. He swore up and down that he'd never go to any of these things."

I laughed a little.

"Well, he'd do anything for you." She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "They both would."

My smile faltered a little, as I looked around my room, avoiding eye contact with Susannah.

"Everything okay?" Susannah asked.

I nodded quickly, "Yeah."

"Did I push you into this?" Susannah asked, "You can tell me the truth."

"Um... maybe a little at first, but. I really don't mind, I just want to make you happy."

Susannah sighed a little, "Look, honestly, we don't even need to go tonight if you don't want to, okay?"

"No, no, I want to go." I said, smiling up at her. "And I'm kind of excited for people to see me."

Susannah smiled as she placed out foreheads together.

"I love you so much beautiful girl." She said as she held back tears. "Okay um. When they take your photograph, remember to say prune! It'll make your cheekbones look divine." Susanna said.

"Prune?" I asked, trying to see if it would work.

"It's an old trick I learned from Madonna... or was it the Olsen twins?" Susannah said, trying to figure out where she had learned this from.

She hopped off my bed, "Okay, meet me downstairs. There's a surprise for you." She smiled.

I sighed looking at the dress hanging up on my door. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but if Susannah wanted me to wear it, I was more than happy to.

I walked downstairs, not really knowing what to expect. In the living room, stood Susannah, Laurel, and Belly, showing off a beautiful dress. No, they were showing off the dress.

"You got me the dress I wanted?" I said, almost speechless as a large smile grew on my face.

I looked at all of three of them, my mind blown.

"Thank you!" I laughed as I walked up to them.

I gave all three of them the biggest hugs I have ever given anyone in my life.

I finished getting a somewhat more normal outfit on as I made my way into the kitchen where Belly was.

"Hey, Good morning. Um, I picked up some of the muffins that you liked." Conrad said immediately as I walked in, placing them on the counter.

"I-um, I'm not really hungry actually. Thank you, though."

"Oh, girls, you should get going." Susannah announced. "Oh and everyone, stay out of the family room. I've done all of the paintings and tonight we'll have the big unveiling."

Susannah gave the boys a number of things to carry to the Laurel's car.

"Laurel, aren't you coming?" I asked as I put my shoes on.

"I'm going with Susannah, I was thinking Belly could drive you guys?"

Belly and I turned to each other and screamed loudly as she took the keys from her mom.

Belly ran out first as her mom gave me orders to have Belly follow. I raced out of the kitchen.

"Hey." Conrad called out to me.

I stopped in my tracks, "Yeah?"

"Break a leg."

I gasped, "That'd be horrible. I'm supposed to be dancing all night."

Conrad stammered, "I just.. I meant, um, I just mean good luck. It's like, a thing, people, um, say." He rambled.

I laughed a little as he tried to fix his sentence.

"For what it's worth, Jere was the right choice." Conrad said.

"Yeah, uhm, I know." I said awkwardly, before leaving.

Jere leaned against Laurel's car as Belly had already started the engine.

"Don't be nervous, we'll be the best waltzers out there." He joked.

"I'm not nervous. But also, I'm sorry about the volleyball game, I just was really competitive."

"No, It's fine, I understand." He laughed.

"Thank you, Jere." I gave him a big hug before walking into Bell's car.

Belly and I walked into the room together, and it was hectic.

Girls running around trying to get their hair and makeup done. Some not as shaved as they would like and others giving up and resting in their bra's.

"You guys are here!" Shayla exclaimed, her hairs in large rollers.

We hung up our dresses as we said hi to Shayla.

"Come, I've saved you guys spots."

My chair was besides Nicole's who didn't bother to say anything to me.

"You guys should really talk." Shayla said as she looked between us.

"Nicole, I'm really really sorry." I said.

"For what? Conrad? I'm over it, I'm here with someone else." She said. Though, her voice did sound a little passive agressive.

"Nicole, I never meant for that to happen and I know it's dumb and it means absolutely nothing, but I've liked him since I was a little girl. And I thought I got over him last year, but I guess I didn't fully and I distanced myself from him as much as I could. I'm really really sorry." I explained.

"We can't help that Conrad's a fuck boy." She said as she was slumped in her chair.

"Look I'm over him." I said, giving her a soft smile.

"No one get's over their first love, really." Nicole said before returning back to her makeup.

Belly and I were one of the last ones to finish getting ready. We had helped each other with our hair and dresses and then makeup was brutal.

"I don't know how much longer I can stare at myself." I sighed, getting a headache from just being in the small room.

"You look gorgeous, if I was you I'd stare at myself all day." Belly said from beside me, making me laugh.

"You look amazing Bells, I don't think I'd be able to do this on my own."

I had curled my hair, adding braids to the sides for a more crown affect or so, while Belly's was in a low bun with a beautiful pearl headband.

"I think it's time, Bells." I said getting up as she followed.

Neither of us picked up the red rose bouquet, just staring at it.

I sighed looking up at her and grabbing her arms. "We're growing up, I love you."

At the same time, the two of us grabbed our bouquets, walking out of the dressing room.

I stood behind Belly as we waited for our names to be called.

"Prune. Prune." Belly whispered to herself.

"Oh god, did Susannah teach you that as well?" I asked.

She nodded as we both laughed silently.

"Isabel Conklin, daughter of John Conklin and Laurel Park." They said as Belly and Cam began walking the stage.

They met in the middle and I watched as Belly's face began to contort in multiple ways, attempting to say prune which I laughed at a little.

I looked straight ahead though, remembering the next person called would be me.

Jeremiah smiled at me from the other side of the wings.

Before I knew it, it was my turn.

"Y/N L/N, daughter of Amanda L/N and James L/N."

I walked and met Jeremiah in the middle.

I looked into the crowd, immediately making eye contact with Conrad. God his stupid smile. It just made me smile even more.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down from the stage and onto the dance floor.

"You look beautiful." Laurel mouthed to me.

I went to Susannah, hugging her from the back and giving her my bouquet.

She got up as well and gave me a full hug.

I gave a small curtsy as I made my way back to Jeremiah.

"How was the curtsy?" I asked.

"The queen would be proud," He joked.

It hit me now, that when I was with Jeremiah, it felt like there was no one else. All I had to do was look at him.

I watched Laurel get up from her seat quickly. My eyes met Belly's and she mouthed 'what happened'. I shrugged in response, not understanding what had happened either.

"Where is she going?" I asked Jeremiah.

"I don't know."

The escorts began their dance shortly after as the debs walked off the dance floor and sitting at their assigned tables.

The dance began and Belly and I wooed over the applause as we laughed as well. They looked hilarious, but the guys also looked like they were having the time of their lives.

We all stood up as their dance ended, applauding them and screaming, but I could see Jeremiah's face dropping with every second.

Paige clanked a knife to her glass, announcing to us that it was time for the big dance.

"Where'd Jeremiah go?" I asked Belly as I looked around. He never came back to the table.

Cam and Belly looked at each other, and now we knew our night was fucked.

"He'll be here in a minute, I'm sure." Susannah reassured me. "But go! Get ready."

"Okay," I said laughing nervously.

I looked around awkwardly, trying to find Jeremiah, but he wasn't anywhere. Most of the girls were paired up with their partners by now.

"Have you guys seen Jeremiah?" I asked as I approached Gigi and her group of friends.

"I think I saw him go outside." Gigi said to me.

I hated this feeling. Everyone standing and staring at me. Judging me almost.

I looked over to my right and Conrad was standing there, looking straight at me and I was staring straight at him.

I could feel the stares from everyone else as they stared at the two of us as well.

I smiled a little as he walked over to me.

It was like the pieces clicked when I was with Conrad. Like we were always meant to fucking be.

"I think I remember most of the steps." Conrad said quietly.

And at that moment, I knew this was happening all over again. Me. Conrad. Us.

The two of us got into our different lines, our eyes never leaving each others.

The music began and the two of us turned as I turned into his arm. It wasn't what I had expected, but deep down I knew this was the moment I had waited for all of my life.

I was Conrad's sun. And I helped the night disappear. I helped the world disappear from everything around him.

The whole time Conrad and I were on the dance floor, we never looked away. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn't.

When it came time for the dip in the dance, it lasted longer than it was supposed to as our eyes glanced up and down from our eyes to each others mouths.

"Oh, um. Thank you." I said as the dance ended and the crowd applauded.

"I think I messed up some of the steps." Conrad said nervously.

"No, no, you were fine. You were great." I said.

"I'm glad... I'm glad that it was me." He said seriously.

I smiled up at him as he fidgeted with my fingers. I was glad that it was him as well. When I was with Conrad it was like all of my worries were gone.

"Hey." Jeremiah said as he came up to Conrad.

"Hey, Jeremiah." I smiled, "Where ha-"

"Conrad. We need to talk, all right?" Jeremiah said. His eyes were wet. "It's important. It's about mom. I found something out."

Conrad just stared at Jeremiah. "Um.. yeah, we'll talk about this later, okay?"

"No it's important." Jeremiah urged.

"It's okay." Conrad said as he placed his hand on Jeremiah's chest. Something the boys had done whenever the other was on edge.

"You already know... Don't you." Jeremiah's eyes were bloodshot by now.

"Conrad knows what?" I asked, curious.

"You've known this whole fucking time and you didn't even tell me?" Jeremiah asked, his voice raising.

"Jere." Conrad said to try to calm his brother down.

That didn't seem to work as I watched Jeremiah punch Conrad in the face with all the strength he had in him.

Jeremiah rammed into Conrad as he tried to beat his brother up. Though, I watched as Conrad tried his best to not hurt his brother.

Susannah rushed over, "Stop it. Both of you, stop it." Her voice was raised, which was a rare occurance.

Both of the boys let go of each other as they rolled on the floor.

"What is going on?" Susannah asked sternly.

The boys stood in front of her. And all I could do was wonder.

"Mom..." Jeremiah croaked.

"We know, Mom." Conrad said. "We both know."

Belly and I turned at each other, quietly mouthing what was going on.

"Know what?" Belly and I asked in sync as Susannah's face dropped.

And here I was, crying on the floor in my room. I didn't have anyone to go to. Susannah was with the boys, Laurel was with Belly and Steven.

All I had was the fact that Susannah had cancer yet again.

I don't think I've ever cried that much in my life. Not over a broken bone, or a heartbreak. Not over Conrad.

But here I was, in my shiny white dress, a mess on the floor as I sobbed uncontrollably.

I felt dumb, stupid even. Susannah had been going through this all summer, and I never noticed, to worked up over boys and friends.

I could hear the mixed cries from Belly's room. Some were hers and some were Laurels. With each one my heart broke even more. Now I understood why Susannah kept making comments about this summer.

She was right, this might be the last summer we're all in Cousins together.

I walked down the hall slowly out of my room. Steven was outside of Belly's room, looking as if he was to scared to knock.

Our eyes met and I sobbed even more as he held out his arms for me.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/N/N" He mumbled.

Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah all sat on the couch in the living room. None of them were crying. They saw me emerge from the doorway though.

Susannah motioned for me to sit next to her, in between Conrad and her, which I did.

"I'm so sorry, this was not how I wanted you guys to find out." Susannah said sadly.

"Susannah, you're gonna do the trial, right?" I asked through muffled sobs.

She hesitated as she looked at me, "Uh... No, love, I'm not."

My heart broke at her words as I stared at her for a moment longer. What did she mean? Was she insane? She needed to fight. For me. For the boys. For Laurel. For all of us.

Conrad seemed to break down slowly as well from besides me.

"Chances are very slight. Well, nonexistent really. And I can't just go through that again."

"But you have to try." I said, a tear escaping from my eye.

Susannah sighed, "I want to be me when I go." She stared at me with a soft smile, "Does that make sense?"

"No, no. None of this makes any sense." Jeremiah said.

"I know, I know, I'm not good at this." Susannah said through tears as she pushed aside some of Jeremiah's hair.

There was a bit of silence as we all were still processing what was happening. I didn't want to accept the fact that Susannah had cancer again. I just couldn't.

"If there's any chance that you can live you have to take it." Jeremiah pleaded. "Come on, Conrad. Tell her. Y/N?"

I just looked at Jeremiah and Conrad. I wanted to say something. I wanted to say everything.

"Why aren't you guys saying anything?" Jeremiah asked, his eyes red. "You have to try. You can't give up on us."

"Mom." Conrad's voice was hoarse and as he lifted his head up, the tears poured from his eyes. "Can't you just try? For us, Mom. I need you."

Susannah grabbed the boys as she hugged them tight. I didn't want Susannah to go

Our crying had subsided and Laurel began making food for us. Which meant this situation was horrible. Her cooking wasn't the best, especially for dinner. She had certain dishes she would make that tasted good though.

So here we all sat at the dinner table. Belly and I in more comfortable clothes because Susannah didn't want us to spill on our dresses, eating Chinese takeout, pizza, spaghetti noodles, and ice cream. It wasn't the ideal dinner, but it tasted good. We all bonded, as if nothing had ever been said.

Life has endless amounts of possibilities, but with whatever comes next, I know I can always return back to this place.

The waves rushed up against the shore, and it was a bright and colorful early morning. Conrad sat beside me, he was happy.

"I can't believe she said yes." He said happily.

"You did it. You changed her mind."

"It wasn't just me. It was Jere who did it as well." Conrad said.

I looked out at the waves as I felt his gaze still on me. I didn't want to turn around whatsoever.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so shitty all summer."

I turned to him, "No, I know it's weird, and you had been going through all of this. I just wished you know, that would you communicate half of these things with me."

"Believe me, I wanted to talk." He said.

There was tension between us as our gazes traveled.

"We should go in." I said, looking around at the sand beside us

"There's so many things I want to say to you."

I sighed getting up, "Don't do it."

"Why?" He asked as he got up as well.

"'Cause you need someone right now, Conrad. I don't know what I am going to do to help when you do need help. We haven't even talked about the other relationship. Conrad, it's just messy."

"I don't just need somebody." He stared down at me, "I need you. Y/N, when I was with you I was the happiest I could of possibly been. Everyone knows that."

"You shouldn't have to need me. That's what you did last time. You needed me to just fix you out of your hell hole. I want you to want me, Conrad. You have to want me like I want you or it doesn't fucking work."

"I do want you. I've only wanted you."

There was silence between us as we just stared at one another.

His arm moved slowly up to the side of my cheek before he pulled me in, kissing. It felt alive, not needed, not desperate. It felt natural.

We kissed again, with much more passion this time. Everything was falling into places. Everything was just how it had to be.

Everything happens for a reason. Whether it's failing a test, or it's a stupid break up. The butterfly effect makes it come back around. Anything can happen, anything and everything. Just if you let it.

Not everyone goes out of style.

A/N : hi! after i know like a month of not being active, here is the last chapter of the series! i made sure to finish it before s2. thank you so much for the support recently.

i'm also so sorry if this isn't as good as the other chapters 😭

Also!!! if you have any prompts or ideas, feel free to message me and i'll write as soon as i can! thanks!

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #conrad x y/n #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad fisher #steven conklin #tsitp season 1 #summer

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juneberrie · 1 year

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i don't want you like a best friend - cato hadley

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. cato hadley x fem!reader

author's note — ꩜ oooooh my first cato fic!! i hope you guys like it ♡

word count — ☆ 1.2k

warnings — ✦ooc clove probably, cato calling reader "shortstack"

the world stopped when his name was called. my lungs seem to shrink in my chest and my surroundings start to spin. he can't go, he can't go into the games. he can't leave me.

cato steps up to the stage, weaving through the crowd of people. he stands there as some capitol person rifled through the other glass bowl, searching for some poor girls name. he locks eyes with me and shakes his head ever so slightly.

"clove kentwell," the announcer says. a young girl starts to walk forward but before she even made it three feet i scream.

"i volunteer! i volunteer!" i push forward, risking a glance at the girl, clove, who glares at me before realizing why i volunteered. she sighs and gestures for me to proceed.

on wobbly feet, i step up to the stage next to cato. he doesn't even listen to the announcer's speech about the honor we'll bring to our district and what not. he turns to me with a look that says i'm going to kill you and thank you at the same time.

we're ushered into the building and corralled into separate rooms. cato looks back at me with an unreadable expression before the peacekeepers shove us both behind doors.

two minutes pass, but nobody comes in to say goodbye to me. i sigh and turn to the window before hearing the door open. through the reflection in the window, i see clove standing there, flanked by peacekeepers.

i turn to face her and we size each other up before she says something. "so, you and cato?"

immediately i feel my face heat up. "no- i mean, we're friends, is all. nothin' else."

she laughs and takes a step towards me. "sure. anyways, i wanted to wish you luck."

"you're not... mad? that i volunteered for you?" her name clicks and suddenly i register who she is. clove kentwell, one of the academy's top fighters. she's on track to volunteer and become a victor before she's even 17, and she would've become one of the youngest victors if i hadn't volunteered.

"i mean, i'm kind of pissed, but i get more training. better odds of winning next year," she states. one of the peacekeepers informs us that her time is up, and as she walks out of the room, she calls over her shoulder, "may the odds be ever in your favor, lovergirl."

after a while, the peacekeepers escort me and cato into the train station, where his family and clove stand at the front of the crowd. as the train pulls out of the station, cato's little sister screams his name, waving her arms wildly at her brother, and he waves back with a giddy smile. clove catches my eye and winks, and i roll my eyes and turn away from the window.

enobaria stands behind us, along with the announcer, whos name i learn is florentino. she quickly explains what will happen when we get to the capitol; the parade, the training, the interviews. she tells us to start thinking of ideas for angles we could use in the interviews, then instructs us to get something to eat and rest before we arrive.

she and florentino disappear behind a door, leaving me and cato alone.

i make a beeline to the mini-buffet laid out on the table and grab some sort of roll, which when i bite into it, is actually a cheese stick wrapped in fried bread theres a little label beside the plate that says "tequeños". these are the best things i've ever tasted in my life. i moan as i bite into another one, letting the flavor explode in my mouth.

i hear cato laugh behind me and reach to grab one. "are these really that good?" i nod fervently, grabbing a glass of water.

we eat in silence for a few minutes before i get up, announcing that we might as well try to sleep. cato agrees, but he doesn't move.

"hey, uh." i turn back, my hand on the door handle.

"yeah, cato?" something in his face changes when i say his name, but its gone before i can register what it is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, shortstack," he says with a smirk. he follows me to the hallway where enobaria told us our rooms would be. our rooms are right across from each other.

i step into the room and shut the door behind me. then, i jump face first onto the big soft bed. it feels like heaven on earth, with its silk sheets and fluffy pillows. i kick my shoes off and rummage around in a drawer, finding a pair of silk pajamas to change into before i burrow under the covers. just as im drifting off to sleep, someone knocks at my door.

i groan and get up to open it.

cato's standing there, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. "hi shortstack."

"cato," i grumble. "its like, 2 am. what do you want?"

he looks around before stepping into my room. "just wanted to talk."

"and it couldn't wait until morning?" he shakes his head and sits down on my bed. i join him and flop onto my back. i almost fall asleep with the silence stretching between us until he clears his throat.

"the rooms are nice, huh?" he says. filler talk. "way better than the dorms at the academy." the dorms we have in the academy are standard issue, with a twin size bed, a window, a desk, a chair, and a wardrobe. nothing like the opulent gilded queen size bed and dresser with an en-suite bathroom the train has.

"yeah," i yawn. "they are pretty great." i close my eyes. i feel cato put an arm around me.

"sorry for waking you up," he offers, letting me curl up into his side. i throw an arm over his chest and make a sound of assent. "y'know, you didn't have to volunteer."

"i wanted to," i defend. "its not like i was going to let you go into the arena alone, cato."

"i would've preferred that," cato snaps. he sits up and rubs a hand over his face. "i don't want you to.."

"to what, cato? to leave my best friend?" i retort, opening my eyes and shooting up. the words pain me to say; i know thats all i am to him. a best friend. "i thought you would've been glad that i volunteered. the games are all we've talked about since we were ten. and what better alliance than best friends?"

"exactly! i don't want you like a best friend," he yells. he stands up and starts pacing. "you're much too special and kind and pretty and strong to be my 'best friend,' n/n. i don't want to see you get hurt. how would i be able to live with myself if you got hurt in the games, huh? how could i call myself a victor and be happy if the one person who actually made me happy wasn't with me?"

we stare at each other for a few moments. his heavy breathing and my short sniffles are the only sounds in the room. slowly, i stand up and take tentative steps towards him.

we stand face to face, chests almost touching but feeling miles apart. my hand brushes against his for the barest moment and he grabs it, locking our fingers together.

"you mean it?" i whisper, looking up at him.

"i mean every word when it comes to you," he breathes.

#cato hadley #cato hadley x reader #thg #thg x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #[🧸] dear diary

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sky-kenobye · 3 months

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Fic idea that I've been obsessing over in the last couple of days:

TLDR: Obi-Wan gets dumped on his wedding day, Anakin suggests they get married instead to save Obi-Wan the humiliation (and money), he agrees, they get married and nobody realises the stunt they pulled (except for the few people they told), and they both realise that actually it's great to be married to each other and that they wouldn't have it any other way, and probably get their happily ever after.

(A lot more details under the cut for those who are interested!)

Obi-Wan is getting married to someone (I was thinking Satine at first but I don't want to bash on her just because she's in the way of my ship so let's say an original character 🤷), Anakin is his best man, and it's a kinda big and traditional wedding and they did the 'you can't see your bride until the ceremony' stuff, so Obi-Wan is already at the city hall(?), while the bride will be coming later, just before the start of the ceremony.

It's less than an hour before the start and some early guests are already getting there. One of the bride's guest (Padmé?) is arriving when she gets a phone call from the bride, telling her that the wedding is canceled, sorry for calling at the last minute but she had to call all the guests and she was the last one. At the same time Anakin is coming out of the building for whatever reason and Padmé is like 'wdym it's canceled? The best man is here, and I can see other guests!'. The bride kinda panicks and hangs up, and Padmé flags Anakin down to ask what's going on.

He's also baffled because Obi-Wan didn't say it was cancelled, he's ready to get married and everything and he saw him about 10 seconds ago. They try to call the bride back but she doesn't answer, then they try to call another guest of the bride that Padmé knows. She answers and they learn that apparently the bride called in the morning and said that Obi-Wan had cancelled the wedding and dumped her at the last minute and they were each calling their half of the guests to tell them not to show up (which is clearly a bunch of lies from the bride).

They go and explain all of this to Obi-Wan who's confused and angry and heartbroken. He manages to get on the phone with the bride who properly dumps him, and by that time there's very little time before the ceremony was supposed to start. Most of the (Obi-Wan's) guests are there, and it's kind of (very) humiliating to have to go in front of all these people that he knows and tell them "wedding cancelled, I've been dumped, you can go home", and on top of that it wasn't a super cheap wedding so that sucks, and the catering is already ready so he'll have to throw away a ton of food? Not a great situation.

So Anakin has an idea: what if they get married instead? It's crazy so Obi-Wan tries to argue against it:

We can't get fake married! Then let's get real married!

People will still know I've been dumped and I'm pathetically trying to save face! None of the bride's guests will be there so i doubt it.

It was still her name on the wedding announcement. Okay then, maybe she dumped you like idk a month ago and I took the opportunity to declare my secret love for you!

And we got married less than a month later? It's hard and expensive as shit to cancel a wedding on such a short notice so we took the opportunity! It's not so unrealistic for me and I could probably convince you to do it.

But then we'll be married. Yeah, so? There are worst things in the world.

Obi-Wan is skeptical but not saying no yet, and Padmé is like 'honestly coming from anybody else I'd think they lost it, but from you two? I can see it. Not even sure I'd be all that surprised tbh'.

Obi-Wan's not having a great time and getting married to Anakin sounds a thousand times better than telling people what actually happened so he says fuck it let's do it.

They form a quick battle plan: Obi-Wan will go talk to the officiant to change the bride's name to anakin's (is it legally possible in any country? Probably not but let's pretend it is and that the marriage is still valid), Anakin will find them new best men/women (probably quinlan for obi-wan and ahsoka for anakin? Or padmé since she's already in the loop) and brief them on the situation, and Padmé will find a ring that fits Anakin (she borrows one of the guest's, maybe Owen Lars'?).

Only a few minutes late, they come out in front of all the guests, do a quick speech explaining the unexpected change (with a few lies of course), and the ceremony begins. Everything goes smoothly, Obi-Wan improvises very moving (and actually 100% honest) wedding vows, Anakin is crying and forgot they needed wedding vows but manages to put a few sentences together which are equally as honest as Obi-Wan's and make people cry too (they think he forgot his vows because of the emotion). They put the rings on each other, kiss and all of that, and when they leave the building they're both beaming so wide that it doesn't occur to anybody to be suspicious, the grooms look so happy and in love!

Then it's time for the reception and everybody has a great time, the grooms have a very sweet first dance, and they're all over each other the entire evening, how adorable! And if they disappear for a little while (Obi-Wan may be happy to get married to Anakin but he still just got dumped, so he may want to have a few minutes to breath in a quiet corner and get a good hug) then everybody assumes they're making out in a closet or something. Owen laughs at them for forgetting the rings (which is what he assumes is the reason they needed his ring), and they get a lot of friendly ribbing for 'keeping their wedding a secret' from pretty much everybody.

And maybe after a few drink they do really disappear to make out and decide that marrying your best friend that you've always kind of been into without ever admitting it is pretty amazing actually.

#obikin #obikin wip #my writing #is it full of plot holes? probably #lets pretend it makes sense

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 - chapter 1: welcome to my nightmare.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - you were barely acquaintances in high school, but his reputation as a delinquent and freak didn't exactly endear you to him. now he's moving in. at the risk of being too literal: oh, brother.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 4.4k

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - male masturbation, swearing, mentions/implications of a deceased parent, reader is a tad judgmental but that's what character development is for!

You knew something was going on— you weren't so dense that you could actually not notice your mom's change in demeanor, her sudden increase of long nights at work and business dinners, the bizarre excuses to disappear overnight. Of course, she apparently thought you were that stupid, but you weren't.

Still, when you found out who she was seeing, you thought you might have some kind of cardiac event from the sheer shock of it all.

"W-Wayne Munson?" you repeated, and she nodded. "The trailer guy?"

"Well, that's not how I think of him but, yes," she announced, summoning some pride.

"But he's, uh…" you trailed off, trying to think of the right way to say this. "Isn't he broke?"

"What difference does that make?" she challenged you. It's not like you didn't believe in romance at all or anything, but you considered love to be, in part, an economic issue. You always thought if your mom remarried, it would be to someone better off than you already were— and you could move into a bigger house and he would buy you a car…

Okay, so maybe you'd idealized the remarrying scenario a bit. Still, who could blame you? Maybe if your mom had married someone richer, you would've been able to go to university and not just Hawkins Junior College. But no, you were still stuck at home, in the same small bedroom in the same small house, pretending you were fine with it.

"He asked me to marry him, honey, and— I said yes, obviously," she continued.

"You don't have a ring," you noticed.

"He can't afford one yet. We'll pick one out together."

"And I assume you're paying for it?" you crossed your arms, and she frowned.

"You're focusing on all the wrong things," she accused. "Can't you see that I'm happy? I didn't tell you because I know you have… high standards, for someone new to come into this house. And you should, because your father was—"

"We don't need to talk about him," you interjected quickly.

She sighed, stepping closer to you and reaching out to hold your shoulders gently. "You knew, didn't you? That I was seeing someone. You knew because I started wearing perfume again, and I changed my hair for the first time in fifteen years, and I smiled more— you noticed, right?"

You glanced down, but smiled a little. "It wasn't that, mom. You've been singing in the shower again. That's how I knew."

She cooed and gave you a tight hug, which you hesitantly relented to. "Oh, sweetie— you'll like him, if you give him a real chance. He wants to meet you so badly, he really wants you to like him."

Maybe if you were younger, he would need to get your approval before marrying your mother. But you figured that, since you were old enough to be on your own if you only had the money, it was just that he would prefer if you liked him. It's not like you had any say in this: she'd made it clear this was happening. He was moving in, you were dealing with it, end of story.

Well, you didn't know it yet, but that wasn't quite the end of the story. "He wants you to meet his nephew, too," she added, and that was when you suddenly remembered.

"Oh, fuck," you groaned, "he still lives with him, doesn't he?"

"Y-yeah— you went to school together, do you remember him? Eddie Munson?"

That was a stupid fucking question. You remembered him much better than you wanted to.

Wayne was trying his best; you appreciated that, at least. He had a little cut on his neck where he must have nicked himself shaving, and his collared shirt had some moth holes here and there— he stuck out like a sore thumb here, and at least a few people seemed to notice. Your mom was so smitten, she didn’t seem to care, or even notice at all. It was… weird, seeing her hang off of his arm, but you were getting used to it as fast as you could.

“Your mother told me you’re majoring in photography?” he prompted, and you nodded as you finished a sip of iced tea.

“Uh, yep,” you answered. “I want to be a journalist someday— a photojournalist, that is— and maybe next year I can transfer to Indiana State… or Purdue, but that’s… I don’t know about that. It’s a lot of money.”

“Right,” he smiled thinly. “That’s very interesting though. Do you usually take pictures in black and white, or color?”

“Depends,” you shrugged. “I usually just buy black and white film, but sometimes for assignments at school I have to use color— and I have a Land camera, that’s color, of course.”

“Huh,” he nodded, and you knew that he was just playing along— not so much that he didn’t actually care, but more just that he was performing how much he cared for the sake of your mom. You figured she wanted you two to, eventually, be closer. You didn’t think that was necessary; as long as he treated her well, you didn’t have any plans to get in the way.

You’d pretty much let the conversation die out, focusing on your plate— Caesar salad, nothing exciting— waiting for this all to be over with.

Wayne cleared his throat, making you look up. “Y-you know, I have a nephew, he’s your age—”

“Yeah, we were in the same grade,” you remembered, “for a while…”

“Yes, well, he’s had some… troubles,” Wayne justified. You tried not to visibly react; you hated excuses. Everyone’s been through shit— you lost your dad, you managed to graduate on time. It’s not that hard. “You know, his parents aren’t around and all. Anyways, maybe you two will get along.”

You wrinkled your eyebrows together, pushing a piece of lettuce around your plate with your fork. “I mean, maybe…” Also known as, no.

There was a longer pause, and you looked up again. The expectant look on their faces told you that you were missing something.

“Why?” you pressed.

“Well, he’s been living with me a long time,” Wayne began, “and—”

"We were thinking that you might be willing to share your room with Eddie," your mom explained, offering you a smile that showed she had no idea how insane that request was.

You cleared your throat. "Can't he live alone in the trailer after you move in with us? I mean, he's certainly old enough."

"Well, if we sell the trailer, that's enough to get your mother a nice ring," Wayne smiled. "Not as nice as she deserves, but—"

"Oh, honey," your mom giggled coyly, and you stared down at your salad to keep from rolling your eyes. Be happy for her be happy for her be happy for—

"Hey, there he is now!" Wayne smiled, waving towards the front door behind you. You spun around on the slippery polished wood of your chair, watching Eddie navigate ungracefully between tables and chairs. He apologized quickly to an old lady whose seat he bumped into, yet continued knocking purses and bags around as he haphazardly tumbled towards your table. You sighed as you turned back to your plate.

"Oh, this is gonna be awesome," you mumbled sarcastically, getting a quick glare from your mother before she smiled up at Eddie.

"Hey, good to see you again, ma'am," he offered to her politely along with a somewhat out-of-place handshake. He was dressed… nicer than he usually was, if memory served, but not quite up to par with the dress code here: his jeans were untorn and chainless, and his shirt actually had buttons, but everything was wrinkled and ill-fitting and probably borrowed from Wayne. "Nice to meet you," he offered a handshake in your direction next, smiling and staring down at you expectantly.

You didn't let go of your fork. "We've met," you said simply.

"Right, yeah," he nodded as he sat down in the empty chair, reaching between his legs to pull it in closer to the table. "Sophomore English, yeah? You were on yearbook committee."

"Oh wow, he remembers you!" your mom beamed. "I figured he would."

"Hard to forget a girl like your daughter, ma'am," he grinned back at her, glancing at you one more time, "I never noticed the resemblance before, but sitting next to each other, you could be sisters."

"Stop that," your mom chided playfully, but she couldn't fight her smile. For the most part, Eddie was just like you remembered him, but this ability to charm adults was certainly new— he was hated by every teacher back at Hawkins High. Maybe he just antagonized them on purpose?

"Actually— I don't know if you remember this— but you took the picture of Hellfire in the '83 yearbook," he informed you. "It was just four of us back then."

"Hellfire?" your mom tilted her head.

"Just a social club I run at our school, ma'am," he explained.

"Your school," you reminded him. "I go to HJC."

"Right," he smirked at you. "You were class of '84."

"So were you," you smiled back at him, in a less friendly way.

“Did you wanna order something?” Wayne asked Eddie. “We already got ours—”

“Oh, don’t sweat it,” Eddie dismissed with a wave of his hand, “I’m not hungry.” He took a glance at your plate, watching you push your food around. “Guess you aren’t either,” he chuckled.

There was a slightly awkward pause— maybe they were waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t have much to say.

“Hey, you know,” Eddie interrupted the silence, “why don’t we give you two lovebirds some space? You can have dinner on your own, and we—” he motioned to himself and to you— “can go catch up somewhere else?”

You weren’t really in the mood to hang out with Eddie Munson, and you never had been, and you never would be; but, you considered the idea compared to sitting here getting to know Wayne better, and it wasn’t so bad…

“Would you like that?” your mom asked you.

“Um— yeah, sure,” you nodded, “you two enjoy the rest of your dinner alone, alright? I’ll see you at home later?”

“Yep,” your mom agreed.

“Sure,” Wayne said at the same time— and you deflated a little because, yes, you would see him at home later, too. You weren’t against the idea completely, it was just going to be so strange.

Eddie moving in? Yeah, you were against that completely. But you didn’t have a choice, really.

He grinned as he stood up, and you pushed your seat back to join him.

"Hey, uh," Eddie announced as you were about to leave, like he just remembered something he wanted to say. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a horribly worn wallet, flipping it open and pinching his fingers together around a wrinkled ten-dollar bill. "Get a cake or something, alright?" he suggested as he put the ten down on the table. "On me."

"You're too kind," your mom cooed, and Eddie gave her a faux sheepish smile before starting to leave— and you followed him.

Out of the restaurant and on the sidewalk of downtown, you gave Eddie a look. "What are you looking at me for?" he asked.

"I'm currently using my psychic powers on you," you informed him, pressing two fingers to your temples on either side. "Hummina hummina hummina…"

He quirked an eyebrow.

"You had a ten dollar bill on you because you just sold some kid an overpriced bag of weed," you predicted, "and that's why you were late. Because you were doing a drug deal in a button-down."

Eddie smiled, leaning back a bit as he stood. "You see right through me."

"Yes, I do," you crossed your arms. "You were trying so hard, I started to feel a gravitational pull from the force of your ass-kissing."

"Forgive me for wanting to get along with my uncle's fiancée," he scoffed. "And it wasn't ass-kissing, by the way, it was just being friendly— guess you'll have to explain that pull you feel towards me some other way."

You rolled your eyes, so you wouldn't have to see that sparkle in his anymore. "Oh, get over yourself."

"Come on, my van's parked around back," he tilted his head in the right direction, and you wrapped your cardigan around your chest to protect from the cool night air.

Following him to the rusty old thing, he stopped along the passenger side to open the door for you, motioning his hand towards your seat with a smile.

"Ladies first," he offered, extending his hand out as you got closer to help you up— which you ignored completely as you stepped in past him.

"You know drug dealers and their chivalry," you mumbled as he shut the door, dashing around the front— your eyes followed him through the dusty windshield— and hopping in the driver's side.

"So—" he did a little drum on the steering wheel before he turned to you and leaned closer— “where d’ya wanna go?” he asked.

“Uh, let’s just go to my house,” you shook your head.

“You mean our house,” he smiled, turning the key.

“You’re acting like you’ve already moved in,” you pointed out.

“I mean, I don’t have much— should take me about ten minutes to move in after I pack up the van.”

You didn't reply, because words failed you as he put his arm around your seat and turned back to look out as he backed the van up. Swallowing didn't do much for the sudden dryness in your throat; looking over at him, you noticed more than ever the strength of his jawline, the softness of his eyes, the curve of his nose…

And then he turned back to face the front and pulled the van out of the parking lot, and you shook your head to banish the thought.

"Hey, um… did you know your uncle was dating my mom?" you asked him.

"Well, yeah," he said like it was obvious. "He introduced me to her right around Thanksgiving break, she stayed the night at the trailer sometimes—"

You shuddered, trying not to imagine that. Mostly, you were just a little hurt that she hid it from you for so long.

"He said she had a daughter my age— I didn't realize it was you."

"Me?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah,” he replied.

"You say that like it's a problem that it's me," you pointed out.

"I mean, it's not a problem, I was just hoping it would be someone, you know, cooler."

You scoffed. "Well, I was hoping it would be literally anyone but you."

"I'm sure," he grinned. "Guess it's true what they say— you can't pick your family."

"I'm gonna stop you right there," you turned to him with crossed arms. "We are not family. You’re just a mooch who’s sucking up to my mom so she’ll make me share my room with you.”

“Wow,” he sighed, “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life— bastard, freak, psycho, junkie— but mooch? Too far.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, and he smiled at you.

"If we're not family, then you don't get the friends and family discount on my product," he warned you.

"I'll survive somehow," you promised.

"Unless you wanna be friends?" he offered instead.

"Yeah, no."

"You had me at 'yeah', sweetheart," he smiled.

Of course, you hadn’t thought to clean your room before dinner— you didn’t know Eddie was going to drive you back and start scoping out the place. You ran to get in the door before him, scooping up dirty clothes off the floor and tossing them into the closet, then trying to rid your bed of the pile of stuffed animals and fluffy pillows.

“Sorry,” you whispered to Barry the Bear before tossing him into the closet as well, shutting the doors as best you could with the overstuffing of everything you hoped to hide.

You were just starting to tear down the Miami Vice poster when Eddie pushed open the door and leaned his head in. He had a raised eyebrow and a tilted smirk on his face as he sauntered around, examining your room. You were nervous for his inspection, though you did your best not to show that you cared what he thought.

“Nice digs,” he smiled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Very… flowery.”

“Okay, to be fair,” you defended, “I haven’t changed it much since I was a kid.”

He nodded as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, coming up closer to your bed. He reached out and pushed down on the mattress. “Is it comfy?”

“What’s it to you?” you wondered.

He didn’t answer that, turning his attention instead towards the closet. “How much room is there in that?” he asked.

“Uhh— enough,” you promised, hoping to deter him from opening it, but before you could stop him, he’d swung the doors open and unleashed the pile of dirty clothes and stuffies.

“Ah,” he grinned, bending down to pick up a white horse plush, “I figured you were keeping some secrets in here.”

You snatched the toy from his hands; “Yeah? Then maybe you should’ve kept out of it.”

“Who’s this?” he asked as he picked up Barry next.

“Stop doing that!” you frowned, grabbing the bear and holding it to your chest next to the horse.

He whistled, grinning back at you over his shoulder as he dangled a pair of lacy white panties off the end of his finger. You gasped and dropped the animals so you could snatch them away from him with a glare.

“God, you’re such a creep!” you hissed.

“Who gets to see you in those?” he wondered aloud.

"You shouldn't have opened the closet," you mumbled, feeling your face get warm.

“But this is where you're hiding all the good stuff! You’re sweet to try to clean up for me, though,” he tilted his head.

He spun on his heel, and you turned to watch him walk around— and followed him closely in case he went snooping anywhere else.

“My guitar will fit great right there,” he decided as he looked at the corner, closing one eye and measuring it approximately with his fingers.

“Like hell it will,” you frowned, “I already don’t have room for you in here, let alone your stuff.”

“Where’s she supposed to go, then?” he pouted.

“There’s a garage—”

“No, no way,” he shook his head, “the temperature changes will be too much for her— she’s very sensitive.”

“Could you stop calling it a ‘she’, please?” you crossed your arms.

“Don’t call her an it,” he countered. “She is the longest relationship I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, so longer than one night?”

He smirked, in a way that made you regret saying anything. “Don’t say that, honey, makes you sound jealous.”

You did the only thing you could think to do, which was to burst out laughing. "You're—" you choked on your word from laughing too hard— "you're funnier than I remember, Munson."

"Remember?" he pressed. "We hardly talked in high school. I think the only thing you ever said to me was, 'a little to the left'."

Right, the yearbook photo— you did remember taking it. "I remember telling you to stop making silly faces, too."

"Yeah, that's right," he smiled. "You said we needed one serious one. But I snuck a face in all of them."

"I wasted so much film on you," you sighed.

"It was a good picture, though," he told you. "It's my favorite of the club from any year— ask anyone, I cut it out and taped it up on the wall."

You nodded. "Hey, thanks… I guess that makes you the only person to display my photography."

"Is that what you want? Your pictures hanging up somewhere?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice," you shrugged. "I think the best case scenario is my pictures in a magazine. You know, like Life or National Geographic or—"

"Hustler?" he added.

You laughed a little. "Not unless they have a massive topic shift in the next few years."

"Well, if any of your stuff ends up in a magazine, I'll definitely buy it," he decided, "especially if it's Hustler."

When he first suggested it, you had thought he was joking— you really, honestly, thought he was joking. But there you were standing, staring at Wayne’s solution to the ‘not enough room for two beds’ problem, blinking slowly and wondering when you were going to wake up from this nightmare.

“Cool, right?” Eddie beamed as he stood next to you with crossed arms. “I always wanted a bunk bed as a kid, but it was sort of stupid, ‘cause I never had any brothers or sisters or anything.”

There’s having to share your room with Eddie Munson, and then there’s having to sleep three feet away from him— three vertical feet.

“You can be on top if you want, sweetheart,” he purred— and you didn’t like the way he said it. The little tingle you felt in your jeans almost made it seem like you liked it, but you definitely didn’t.

“U-um, no, that’s okay,” you cleared your throat, “I try not to spend more than a few minutes at a time that high up. I’ll just stay on the, uh, ground floor.”

“Fine by me,” he shrugged, jumping onto the ladder. His jeans were obscenely low as he climbed up to his bed, black handkerchief dangling out of his back pocket just below where his blue checkered boxers were exposed; you crossed your arms and looked away, scoffing to yourself. He fell back on the mattress, plopping down with his arms out wide— even though it made them hang over the edge of the wooden railing— and sighed dramatically. “This is better than my old mattress— I don’t even care that it’s smaller.”

You groaned as you started to attempt to make your own bed, struggling to stuff the sheets down in the back corners. “Good for you,” you offered in a half-hearted mumble, knowing this was going to be a downgrade for you— all of this was a downgrade for you, meanwhile he got to live rent-free in your house, and for what? Because your mom liked his uncle? Why should he get to live here— and most of all, why should you have to live with him— just because of that?

Your bed was gone— you'd only had it for a few years since you replaced your childhood twin— and sold for extra cash to kick off your mom and Wayne's wedding fund. Your dresser was moved and the bunk bed was put along the wall, which completely disrupted your Feng Shui. Actually, everything about this disrupted your Feng Shui, and your zen, and your qi, any other word in any language that could be used to refer to the balance of your life. Just your sanity in general, really.

Eddie's stuff was supposed to be delegated to one corner, but it had started infecting everything. There was an Iron Maiden poster next to your beloved Crockett and Tubbs; he left his stacks of cheap rings on your vanity; you'd already tripped on the power cord to his amp twice.

Oh, and both Eddie and his uncle seemed to think it was appropriate to drink orange juice straight from the carton. And leave the toilet seat up. And hog the TV when your shows were on.

But, the worst aspect of sharing your room with a guy didn't reveal itself until Eddie's third night in the house.

It was a normal night at first: you were already in bed when he got home late from Hellfire, and he tried to sneak in the room and climb the ladder without waking you. Obviously, that was pretty much impossible, but you didn't say anything because you were trying to get back to sleep as soon as possible yourself. You almost did, despite him seeming to roll around and muck with the sheets forever up there, but once he'd stilled you heard an odd noise.

You could just barely hear it, coming from a few feet above you— heavy breathing. You figured maybe that was just how he breathed when he slept or something, until you heard the softest sound, a grunt under his breath.

Opening your eyes and staring up at the wooden slats above your face—barely visible in the dark— you heard it again, along with a clicking kind of sound, except… wet.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly, and the way he said it gave it away instantly.

"Eddie!" you whisper-yelled.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing?"

"Um…"

"Are you jerking off right now?!"

"Yeah," he admitted, and you bared your teeth as you swung your legs up and kicked the bottom of his mattress. "Hey!"

"Don't jerk off in my room!"

"Well shit, whose room am I supposed to do it in?"

"Anyone but mine!"

"But this is my room, too!" he defended.

"You're the worst," you groaned.

"Now go back to sleep so I can finish—"

You kicked him again, and even though it was dark, you could see enough of his face as he turned over and looked down at you from the railing.

"Are you done?" he snapped at you.

"Are you?" you returned.

"Shut up for a second and maybe I will be."

"Okay, but before you get back to it, imagine Principal Higgins slathering himself in baby oil—"

"Yep, you did it," he groaned, "you totally killed my boner, thank you."

"Any time, bro," you offered with a smile. "I was thinking of getting it on a t-shirt: killing boners since 1981."

He laughed. "That's not true, though."

You wrinkled your eyebrows together. "Huh?"

"I mean, you were pretty in high school. I'm sure you… inspired a lot more than you killed."

"I was pretty in high school?" you repeated, incredulous.

"I thought so."

Oh. Wait, what? "And I guess sometime after high school, I stopped being pretty?"

"No, I— that's not what I meant, sorry," he laughed. "You're still pretty, but you're kinda my sister now so I don't notice it. And you're not my type anyway."

"Heartbreaking." You put all your energy into channeling every ounce of monotone sarcasm into that single word.

"Ah, but you didn't stop me from calling you my sister," he noticed proudly. "We are family, then?"

"Yeah, kinda being the operative word there," you rolled your eyes.

"Sweet," he announced.

"Goodnight, Eddie," you offered flatly as you turned onto your side.

"Goodnight, sis," he returned, and you were too tired to protest to that.

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