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Pleasing (Part 2)

In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry thinks she’s cuter than a puppy. (part 2)

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“Did y’eat before you came in today?”

When he saw y/n walk past his office door to take her 15 minute break, he couldn’t help himself from calling her into his office and having her shut the door behind her.

“Yes sir!” she answers enthusiastically from her chair in front of his desk.

“And did you bring something for your break?”

Her enthusiasm deflates just as quickly as a balloon poked by a needle. “No sir…”

He raises his eyebrow, “Did y’just forget everything we talked about last night, then?”

“No, I just really didn’t have time to pack anything! I was already running late ‘cos I took a nap when I got home from class, n’I was just so tired because… well…” She’d been over at Harry’s apartment until 1 in the morning, drinking wine and eating the gnocchi he’d made her, until he drove her home. And then she’d stayed up another two hours jumping around and replaying their kiss in her head.

He rolls his eyes. “Stay here,” he says, heading out into the kitchen. He comes back with a plate of roasted vegetables that she’s seen served as a side dish with most of their meals.

“I didn’t cook it, but it’s my restaurant so it’s got t’be somewhat good,” he tells her, setting the plate in front of her.

She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she’d actually been starving during her shift. She doesn’t hesitate from taking a bite. “Mm, yum!!” she exclaims.

His eyebrows furrow. “Give me some,” he demands, his mouth open and his tongue peeking out a bit so that she could put the fork in his mouth. He chews slowly. “Not enough salt,” he says, “And I would’ve let it roast a bit more.”

She giggles. His defensiveness and the little frown that had taken over his face when she’d complimented someone else’s food was endearing. “S’nothing on the gnocchi you cooked for me last night,” she tells him sweetly.

He smiles and pinches her cheek. “Thanks puppy.”

“Do you want to come to mine again tonight?” he asks her. He had a rather good time with her last night. She was cute and sweet, as always, but he’d managed to get to know a different side of her when it was just the two of them in his penthouse.

Her eyes light up.“Oh, I’d really love to Mr. Styles,” she tells him, but the eagerness in her voice slowly fades away, “But I’ve got a physics quiz tomorrow and I promised myself I’d finish the practice problems he gave us when I got home from work.”

“That’s good,” he says, plucking the fork from her hand so that he could start feeding her himself. He pokes a carrot onto the fork and taps at her lips. “S’important to put your studies first, pet. M’proud of you.”

Oh gosh, y/n positively beams at that! She takes the carrot into her mouth, but can barely manage to chew because she’s smiling so hard. “What if we– um, hung out tomorrow night instead?” she stutters out nervously. “I’ll be free, and we could watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” he murmurs through his smile.

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“Guess what I brought!” y/n exclaims as she walks out of the elevator into Harry’s penthouse. He raises his eyebrow at her curiously as she fishes through her tote bag. “Popcorn! Do you want double butter or kettle corn?”

“Whichever you want pup. What movie are we watching?”

“I dunno, you pick while I go make the popcorn!” she calls out behind her.

He gets the couch ready, getting one big blanket out from his room (rather than two little blankets, in hopes that it might encourage a bit of cuddling) and a bunch of comfy pillows that he thinks she might appreciate. As he fiddles with the remote to find a good movie for them to watch, his chef’s nose picks up the smell of… burning food.

He shoots up from where he’d sat on the couch and scrambles to the kitchen, peeking his head in just to make sure y/n is okay. The smell of burnt popcorn is much more prominent here.

“Everything okay in here?” he asks quietly. She whips around, her thumb in her mouth, sucking on the pad of it. Her eyes are swimming with a mix of disappointment and fear.

“I burnt the popcorn,” she mumbles with a lisp, her finger still being sucked in her mouth.

“The popcorn isn’t important,” he says, brushing past the popcorn bag that has smoke filtering out of it. “Did you hurt yourself?”

A pout accompanies her sad nod. “I burnt my finger trying to get the bag open.”

“Let me see,” he murmurs, pulling her finger from her mouth. It’s not a terrible burn, but her delicate skin does look tender and a bit red. He turns on the tap and guides her finger under the running water, telling to keep it there while he gets a bandaid.

“M’sorry,” she says sadly. She sticks her finger out so that he could wrap it for her.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, pet.”

“But I burnt food in your fancy kitchen!” she whines like a child. “You’re always doing nice things for me, n’I couldn’t even make you some popcorn.”

“Hey, hey,” he says calmly, grabbing her chin. “Stop whining.” She shuts her mouth and looks up at him. “You don’t have t’do anything for me, okay sweetheart? I just like being with you.”

“But I wanted to treat you,” she sulks.

“My treat is having a cute little puppy in my kitchen.” A teasing smile pulls at his lips, and y/n can’t help but crack a smile as well. “I’ll be the chef, m’kay? You just sit here and be cute f’me.”

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“You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Styles when we’re not in the restaurant,” he tells her over the fanfare of 20th Century Fox blasting from the television.

She looks at him curiously. “What else would I call you then?”

“Harry,” he says simply.

She scrunches her nose. “I’ve called you Mr. Styles for so long. S’gonna take a while to grow out of it.”

Her nose is cute, Harry realizes. Also her eyes, and her lips. And how her hair frames her face. She’s so cute. “S’too professional,” he complains.

“You don’t mind it when all your other employees call you Mr. Styles,” she counters.

“That’s because I’m their superior.”

She raises her eyebrow. “You’re also my superior.”

“At work,” he emphasizes. “I’m your superior at work. But when it’s just us two, we’re equal.”

She’s taken aback a bit. She’d spent all this time being intimidated by the fact that he was her boss. Her superior. But with him laying the cards down straight, she feels comfortable. Relieved. As if a weight on her chest had been removed, and she can finally start indulging in the feelings that were bubbling there.

“Okay, Harry. I’ll try,” she says with a smile.

His eyes flicker down to her lips, then back up, as if nothing happened. However quick it might have been, though, y/n notices. It makes her cheeks grow hot. She tries to distract herself from the warm feelings growing in her tummy by leaning towards the coffee table and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn (courtesy of Harry). She slowly eats them, and Harry’s eyes are back on her lips, watching as she places each kernel in her mouth.

She offers some to him silently, holding a piece up and raising her eyebrow to ask if he wants one. He nods and opens his mouth.

She thinks she’s just going to plop it in his mouth, but Harry has other plans. When she brings the popcorn up to his lips, his hand comes up to wrap around her wrist, holding her hand there. He takes the piece of popcorn from her, and swallows it quickly. Then, he places a kiss against the pad of her thumb. Then her index finger, then her middle finger.

Each kiss is soft, his plushy lips puckering gently and lingering on her skin for a prolonged second before moving onto the next. When he’s out of fingers to kiss, he tilts his head and starts kissing down to her wrist. These kisses are just as soft, just as gentle, but somehow more erotic. They’re a bit more open mouthed, the wetness of his lips slicking her skin.

Y/n stares at him with her jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice shaky. His eyes are locked on hers, looking at her with a teasing glint as his teeth nip at the thin skin of her wrist.

She doesn’t know what to say. She’s speechless, words caught in her throat as Harry stops his descent of kisses down her wrist, and kisses the back of her hand instead.

“Do you like it,” he asks between kisses, “when I kiss you?” She nods, mesmerized by his low voice.

He releases her hand and pulls her close so that their faces are right in front of each other, then dips his head down to her ear. “What if I kissed you here?” he murmurs, his thumb pressing into a spot just behind her earlobe. She nods again, and he kisses where his thumb had just been.

A shiver runs down y/n’s spine when Harry starts another path downwards, kissing down her neck with gentle presses of his lips. Her neck is sensitive, super sensitive, and every kiss leaves a trail of goosebumps. She feels herself starting to get wet, and wraps her arms around Harry. Her hands slide over his broad shoulders to lock at the base of his neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give him more access. Harry expresses his appreciation by softly kissing at her throat. His hand comes up to hold her jaw, and she moans when he starts sucking a love bite.

He pulls away after he’s sucked enough to leave the spot sore, and looks at her with dark eyes. Fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck nervously, and she braves a look at his lips, which are extra pink after paying so much attention to her neck. She looks back up at him when his thumb brushes against her lips. “And if I kissed you here?” he asks. “Would you like that?”

She doesn’t even respond to him, lunging forward to lock their lips together in a heated kiss. He groans into her mouth when he feels her lips on his, his hand moving to grab her thigh. He guides it over his lap so that she’s straddling him, and she follows easily, propping herself up with one knee on either side of his hips. Their chests press together and she leans into him, pressing her lips harder against his, more desperately. Her tongue flickers forwards to tease the seam of Harry’s lips. Obviously, he receives this very well, opening up his mouth and letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

Feeling him all over her, with her tongue gliding hotly against hers, his firm chest against her supple breasts, and his large palms against her skin, sends electric arousal shooting through her entire body. Her core feels hot and tingly, wet against her panties, and she can’t help herself from brushing herself against Harry’s lap. He groans, and she does it again, pressing her hips more firmly down. There’s not much friction with all the layers separating them, but the pressure against her clit is enough to tame her for now.

His hands roam up from where they were resting on her hips, sliding over her ribs and back down, just desperate to feel all of her. He teases her by sliding his hands over her ass, and when she eagerly moans into his mouth, he palms her, his large hands groping to his heart's desire. He uses his grip on her ass to encourage her to grind down harder.

Her fingers grip onto his shoulders and she pulls away breathlessly. “Mr. Styles– I mean, sir– I mean– Harry!”

“What’s wrong puppy?” he coos, “Can’t think straight?”

She moans, grinding down harder. While she catches her breath, Harry goes back to kissing and sucking on her neck.

“I– more,” she whines, “I want more.”

“Yeah baby? What do you want?”

“S’not enough,” she says, still grinding on his lap. She wants to feel more, wants to cum!

“What if we took this little skirt off?” Harry says, tugging at the black skirt, a part of her waitressing uniform at Pleasing. The waitresses had an option of wearing black slacks, or a black skirt overtop a pair of black tights. She preferred the skirt, but had taken the tights off in the employee bathroom before they came over to Harry’s for the sake of comfortability.

She nods her head eagerly, letting him toy with the small zipper at the hip of the skirt. Once he has it unzipped, she untangles herself from him, standing up and letting the skirt fall to the floor. She’s left in one of her seamless nude thongs that she’d gotten at Target when they’d had a 7 for $20 deal. No fancy lingerie or lacy panties – just something comfortable that wouldn’t give her panty lines under her skirt.

Y/n stands a bit nervous under his gaze. His pupils are blown out, glazed over with lust as he looks at her head to toe. She looks so sexy like this, he thinks, with her hair all messy, wearing nothing but her panties and her white button down. Straight out of a playboy photoshoot or something, he reckons.

He spreads his legs and beckons her closer, his lap looking like an inviting place for her to sit and grind her clit on. But when she goes to straddle him as she had been just a second ago, he guides her, instead, to straddle his thigh. She’s confused for a second, and a bit disappointed. The idea of grinding on his clothed cock had aroused her quite a bit, and he was taking it away from her. But when she settles herself on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath her, she realizes why he had her reposition here.

His thick thighs feel so much better against her clit – firmer, so that she can grind down with more fervor. His smooth slacks make it easier for her to slip her hips forwards and backwards, and there’s no annoying zipper in the way to rub awkwardly against her. No… just a smooth terrain of thick muscle for her to rub herself against. Plus, she doesn’t have to worry about pressing down too hard on Harry’s cock. She’s free to press down as hard as she wants until she cums. :)

Harry’s hands are on her hips, thumbs gently dancing up and down her skin. To help her get started, he tightens his grip and guides her hips back and forth on his thigh. His lips are back on her neck, kissing from her collarbones to the center of her throat, up to her jawline. She whines when his lips graze her across her jaw and tease at her earlobe, biting down on it before kissing right underneath it. That spot below her ear sends jolts of pleasure through her body, tingling down her back and sparking at her core. She grinds down with even more passion.

Her fingers, which had been grabbing at his shoulders to brace herself as she rutted on his thigh, now slid up to meet at the back of his head. She tugs at his hair and pulls his head back from where he’d been sucking and kissing her neck. She watches him lick his swollen lips, before slotting her own between them again. She wanted to kiss him more, feel his tongue in her mouth and his teeth biting at her lips.

A sharp smack against her ass has her hips stuttering. She gasps into Harry’s mouth as his palm grabs and gropes her after he’d spanked her, and can’t help the high pitched moan that bursts out her throat. “Sir–” her whimper is cut off by another spank.

“S’that good pet?” he asks against her lips.

“Mhm,” she kisses him harder, “Again.”

His palm comes down again, and a muffled cry escapes through her lips, not letting his hand distract her from kissing him.

Harry can feel her tiring out, her hips slowing down a bit and grinding down in long, drawn out motions instead of the more desperate ones she’d started off with. So he helps her out a bit, his long fingers slipping to her front and finding her clit through her panties. He rubs it back and forth, using the slickness that soaked the thin piece of fabric covering her to make the friction smooth and pleasurable.

Wow, she hadn’t expected his fingers to feel so good. She’d spent a lot of time admiring them whenever he’d driven her home, his long, thick fingers, covered in rings. His left hand, decorated with his cross tattoo, his manly knuckles and wide palms. He just had amazingly attractive hands in general, and now they were on her, rubbing her clit, bringing her closer to her end. She imagines what it’d feel like to have one of those long fingers slide inside of her pussy, and clenches around nothing simply at the thought of it.

His fingers, his kiss, and her own wild imagination make her bubble over the edge, orgasm spilling and hips stuttering on his thigh as she feels herself fluttering with release. She collapses against his chest, and lets herself relax as his arms embrace her.

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Y/n is buzzing during her shift.

After their moment together last night, Harry had held her close and whispered nice things to her, about how pretty and sweet she was. They restarted the movie (considering they were a little… preoccupied when it had started) and watched it to its end, cuddled up with each other under Harry’s fuzzy blanket. Then, he’d driven her home.

Before she got out of his car, he stopped her. He delicately lifted her chin with two of his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Bye puppy,” he murmured between kisses, barely lifting his lips from hers. Then he’d patted her cheek, sending her off with butterflies in her tummy and a smile that’s been plastered on her face ever since.

She’s so giddy that even Grace notices. “What’s got you so smiley?” she teases when they pass each other in the back.

“Oh, nothing,” y/n responds casually. But the dreamy lilt to her voice and shy smile give her away.

“It’s not nothing! C’mon, you’ve gotta tell me–” Grace insists, but thankfully, she’s cut off by Alfredo.

“Y/n! Party of five in private room 3!” He pats at his glistening forehead with his sweat rag.

She leaves Grace with a teasing grin. “Gotta go!”

The private rooms were usually a nightmare to deal with. They were super expensive tables that people could reserve so that they could eat in privacy, usually for celebrities trying to avoid paps or groups celebrating private events. Now think about it – if the people who ate in the general dining hall were assholes, just imagine how annoying the diners of the private rooms were.

Despite all this, however, y/n’s happy mood couldn’t even be damped by anyone in the private room. She walks in with that same love-induced smile plastered on her face.

“Hi guys! I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get any drinks for you?” She does a quick scan around the table, and feels her heart skip a beat when she sees a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. She’d been wondering why she hadn’t seen Harry in his office when she came in for her shift.

Harry looks up at the sound of her voice, but his face remains stoic. No smile or teasing nicknames. Not even a hint of recognition. “Just water for me,” he says, before looking away.

She nods, trying not to feel hurt by his lack of acknowledgement, and takes everyone else’s orders as well. He’s having an important business dinner, obviously he’s not going to pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he did last night! But still, her heart deflates at the fact that he hadn’t even smiled at her. Whatever, though. It’s a business meeting, and he’s just being professional. It’s fine, everything’s fine.

As she’s getting the drinks ready, Alfredo approaches her, dragging another waitress behind himself. “Is this for room 3?” he asks her, pointing to the tray of water and cocktails. She nods. “Give this to Alyssa, she will be taking over for you. You can cover table 52 instead.”

“What? Why?” y/n asks, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Mr. Styles has requested a different waitress, I do not know why,” he waves her off. “Now quickly, get to your tables!”

Alyssa takes the tray of drinks from her and Alfredo hurries off to the kitchen, leaving y/n standing there dumbfounded. Why would Harry do that? Not only does she feel hurt that he barely acknowledged her, but… she’s embarrassed too! How awkward is it for the owner of the restaurant to say that they didn’t want you to be their waitress?

How had Harry gone from murmuring sweet nothings into her ear last night, to completely ignoring her today? And why would he request a different waitress? He’s never had an issue with being friendly with her while he’s at the restaurant! It was just last week that he defended her in front of the entire staff, made chef Edgar apologize to her and called her his favorite waitress!

With every thought, her heart drops a little bit. Was this all a game to him? Like – had he just taken advantage of her little crush to just get a quick hookup? But he’d been so genuine… how could he just ignore her? And then interfere with her job? Was this the type of boss he was? The kind to mess around with employees just to get them fired?

Any glimmer of happiness in her body has completely disappeared, and it’s taking everything in her to blink back her angry tears and go introduce herself to her new table.

Everything is definitely not fine.

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“Do you do this with all the new waitresses?”

Harry looks up from his desk to see y/n standing in front of the door, a pout on her lips. After he’d finished his meeting with some investors who were interested in opening up a new Pleasing location in New York, he’d come back into his office to send some emails regarding what they’d discussed at dinner. He hadn’t paid much attention when he heard the knock at his door, but of course he’s happy that it’s y/n. He’s just… a bit confused about what she’s talking about.

“What?” he asks, lowering his laptop screen.

“Do you give all of them rides home? And then invite them over and go all sweet on them and then start ignoring them once you hook up with them?” Her eyes start to glaze over, and her chin wrinkles as she tries to stop her lip from quivering.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Harry stands up from his desk. “Y/n, what are you talking about?”

“Cos that’s really shitty of you to do!” she says, sniffling as the first tears break from her waterline. “Like– even if you wanted to play me or ghost me or whatever, you don’t have to interfere with my job!” She wipes the tears away angrily, “Do you know how embarrassing it is to have the owner of the restaurant say they don’t want you to serve them? You might as well fire me at this point.”

“Hey– no, it’s not like that,” he tries to explain, but she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you,” she says, voice breaking as more tears fall down her cheeks, “But you were so nice! I didn’t think you’d do this… I-I feel so stupid.”

“Y/n. Stop it.” he says sternly, stepping in front of her. “It’s not like that at all. I was in a business meeting, I had to be professional. Obviously I couldn’t be sweet on you the way I always am.”

“I get that!” she snaps. “But why’d you have Alyssa replace me? Like, I was just doing my job, and I wasn’t being unprofessional or anything. It was so uncalled for!”

“The men that I work with are not good people. When you took our drink orders, they made vulgar comments about you. It made me upset, so I requested someone else to serve us.” He raises his eyebrow to see if she has any remarks, but she remains silent eyes glued on the floor. He lifts her chin so that she looks at him. “And just for the record, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never, ever gotten involved with an employee, never given them rides, or invited them to my home. You’re the only one,” he murmurs. “And m’not gonna let my feelings for you interfere with your job.”

She sniffles. “Oh.”

He can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips. “You’re silly,” he says, pulling her into his arms. She smushes her cheek into his chest, feeling a little bit embarrassed at her reaction to the situation that he’d so calmly explained to her. “How long did you spend worrying your pretty head over this, hm? I hate seeing you cry, puppy.”

“M’sorry,” she bleats. “I was overdramatic.” Her hands wrap around his middle and grab at his shirt, holding him close.

He looks down at her and smooths her hair back softly. “S’okay puppy. Just talk to me about this stuff, okay? Especially if we plan on becoming… y’know, more serious.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Okay.”

“Can I have a kiss?” he coos.

She nods, looking up at him with her chin propped against his chest. He gives her a sweet peck.

“Now if you’ll let me, I’d like to take you to mine and do some more kissing.”

Y/n agrees without a smidge of hesitation.

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“I want to take you out on a date.”

It was y/n’s day off, but Harry found himself missing her a bunch, so he’d texted her to see if she was free. She responded with a “yes!!!” and he’d told her he’d pick her up in an hour so that they could go out.

When he went and picked her up, she walked down to his car wearing the cutest little sundress, pink and flowery, with her hair tied up and out of her face. He took her to a little cafe by the park, where he ordered himself an iced black coffee and got her the sugary drink she’d requested, and they sat together under a tree on the grass. Harry’s back rested against the tree, and y/n sat next to him with her legs draped across his lap. A pair of dark sunglasses shielded his eyes.

“Call me crazy, but this right here kinda feels like a date,” she teased when he said that, sipping on her drink. “Am I getting too ahead of myself?”

“No puppy, like a proper date,” he says. “Where I take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

Despite how giddy the thought of going on a Real Date with Harry makes her, she protests. “Harry, you don’t have to do all that–” she exclaims, but Harry cuts her off.

“The only problem is,” he continues, “I can’t take you to my own restaurant, because that would be weird. But I also don’t want t’take you out to dinner at any other restaurant, cos the food won’t be good.” He’s picky and only wants to give her the best… and nothing is better than his own cooking. “So I was thinking… I could cook something for you. And we could treat it like a date?”

She smiles at him and leans in for a kiss. “I’d love to do all that with you. But you know I’m fine with just… coffee dates and hanging out at your apartment, right? We don’t have to do fancy things.”

“I want to,” he says, puckering his lips against hers. He wants to treat her to fancy things and show her his appreciation. It’s his way of showing that he’s serious about her.

Her smile spreads as she pulls away. “I’m excited! What are you gonna make me?”

“What do you want me to make you?”

“Hmm,” she muses. Harry’s hand comes up to hold hers and he looks at her fondly, a dimple in his cheek as he smiles at her. If he weren’t wearing his sunnies, she would’ve been able to see his eyes glimmering with adoration. “Surprise me.”

So, on the following Friday, Harry picks y/n up from her physics discussion and brings her back to his place. They’d decided that (for the sake of spending as much time together as possible) she’d pack a bag of her stuff to stay the night at his, and just come over straight after she was done with classes. And while Harry was cooking their food and getting the balcony ready for them to eat on, y/n went into his bedroom to get changed.

“Y’already look so pretty though,” he’d told her when she pulled away from his kisses to go get ready.

“Thanks,” she blushed. “But I wanna get dressed up. Y’know, since this is our first real date and all.” She knows that taking her on a proper date is kind of a big deal for Harry, so she’s taking it just as seriously as he is. She showered that morning, shaved and exfoliated everywhere, did an extended skincare routine, and brought a bunch of makeup and one of her prettiest dresses so that she could get all dolled up for him. Her dress is a little black satin number that cuts off just a bit above her mid thigh, and a dainty necklace rests on her collarbones, which are on display thanks to the thin spaghetti straps of her dress.

She also puts on a pair of pretty heels that click against his hardwood floors as she walks out to the kitchen. “Harryyy,” she calls out. She finds him in the kitchen, a pair of oven mitts on his hands as he takes a large pan out of the oven. He turns around with the baked food still in his hands when he hears her call out his name, and his jaw drops when she walks in.

Y/n is pretty every day, no matter if she’s in her waitressing uniform, her uni sweatshirt, or her flowy sundress. But when she’s all dressed up, wearing a sexy little dress that shows off her legs and her neck and shoulders… wow. Harry puts the food on a cooling rack, approaches her with the oven mitts still on his hands, and kisses her hungrily.

His oven-mitt covered hands rest on her hips and she has to bend backwards to support the force of Harry’s kiss. “Baby,” he groans, “y’look so gorgeous.”

And gosh, there’s just something about when Harry calls her baby that makes her weak in the knees! “Thank you,” she manages to giggle between his incessant kissing. She has to pry her lips from him by pushing on his shoulders. “What did you make?” she asks, a bit breathless.

Harry’s kisses migrate down to her neck – he just can’t get enough of her. She smells so sweet, and this dress… god, it’s doing things to him. Her soft skin, exposed so openly for his lips to kiss and suck on… how could he resist? “Parmigiana di Melanazane,” he mutters with his lips pressed against her skin. He was addicted to her.

“Is it ready yet?” she asks, trying to ignore the way his breath was tickling at her sensitive spot.

He pulls away reluctantly, his eyes still hungry. He pushes his hair out of his face and tries to compose himself, “Yes. I just have to set the table.”

“M’kay,” she says prettily. He releases her and goes to the cabinet to take out their plates. While he’s distracted, she floats over to the pan he’s pulled out of the oven. It smells so good, she can’t help but hover over it…

“Owie!” she yelps, snatching her finger back from where she’d accidentally touched the hot pyrex glass. “Harry, I hurt myself,” she whines.

“Baby,” he coos gently, putting down the plates and rushing to her side. “Why are y’going around touching hot things?”

“Didn’t mean to,” she says with a pout. Harry holds her hand, bringing the burnt finger up to his lips and pressing a long kiss to the tingling pad.

“Can’t leave you alone in the kitchen without you hurting yourself,” he scolds, now sucking her finger into his mouth to try and soothe the pain. “Should make you sit in the bedroom, away from anything hot or dangerous.”

She humphs, “It was an accident! Don’t kick me out of your kitchen please.” She pouts up at him with her cute, begging eyes.

He kisses her finger one last time, relenting. “Do you think I can trust you to carry the drinks out to the balcony or are y’gonna find a way to hurt yourself with those too?”

She rolls her eyes. “No, sir,” she says sassily.

He smacks her ass as she walks out with a bottle of chilled wine. “Watch it, puppy.”

The scene he’s set up for them is gorgeous. His balcony is decorated with fairy lights that brighten the table just enough for them to be able to see each other, and a few romantic candles have been lit in front of them. A fancy tablecloth and place mats are already on the table, along with a folded napkin that held their cutlery.

Harry comes out from behind her, holding two plates of food that he places on either end of the table. Then, he pulls out a chair for y/n to take a seat.

They wine and dine, y/n telling him all about the new book she’s reading (it’s this crazy book about this super smart physicist who discovers how to travel between the multi-verses) and Harry telling her about the trip he has to make to Milan soon for a charity dinner he attends annually.

When they’re done, she helps him take the dishes inside and puts them in the sink. He insists that she goes and relaxes while he does the dishes, so she wanders towards his bedroom, snooping around the artwork in the halls and the books on his shelves. He has a bunch of European philosophy books, books by Camus, Kafka, and Rousseau. She wouldn’t expect any less – he seems like the type to be well read in that kind of stuff.

Her fingers graze the spine of one of the books, The Stranger, tracing over the engravings of the title. She doesn’t hear Harry step into the bedroom, only realizing she wasn’t alone when his hands slide onto her hips. He rests his chin on her shoulder, linking his fingers in front of her.

“I had to read this book for school,” she says, earning a hum from Harry in response. “It was so fucking boring.”

He snorts. “Are you insulting my taste in books, puppy?”

“Just saying,” she shrugs, turning around to face him. “You should read that book I was tellin’ you about,” she says with a cute smile. Her hands come up to play with the collar of his suit, a tan plaid pattern, over top a baby blue button down, paired with some tan pants. His brown hair rests atop his head in chocolate swirls.

Harry looks down at her with a fond look, eyes glimmering as an extension of the soft smile on his face. He puckers his lips, and she leans up on her tippy toes to kiss them for him.

“Maybe I’ll get a copy and read it on my flight,” he says, referencing the trip he’d be making in about a week.

She frowns. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Won’t be gone for long,” he reassures her, his hands releasing her hips to cup her face. “Only a week.”

She leans up for another kiss. “Too long.”

His thumb rubs her cheek sweetly, “I’ll call you every night.” Another kiss.

“Not the same.” Kiss.

“Puppy…” he growls. One of his hands slides from where he’d been cupping her face into her hair, gently gripping her roots and tugging her head back so that she can’t keep pecking his lips. “Stop complaining before I’ll give y’something to really whine about.”

She looks up at him with a pout. He ignores it, and kisses down her throat instead. He can feel the whimpers climbing up her throat, her desperation growing as she grabs at his shirt.

He starts walking her backwards, each step punctuated with a kiss until the backs of her knees hit his bed and she topples backwards. Her hair halos behind her and she looks up at Harry, who stands tall, proudly between her legs. He’s looking at her the way a predator looks at his prey, unbuttoning the wrists of his dress shirt and rolling them up his arms.

“Gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?” he asks, getting down on his knees at the foot of the bed, between her spread legs. She props herself up on her elbows to get a better view. He grabs her left leg, and props her foot against his chest, the sharp high heel digging into his shirt as he works on undoing the clasp at her ankle. When it’s off, he throws the shoe behind him and puts her leg over his shoulder. “Asked you a question, puppy,” he mutters darkly, unclasping her other shoe in the same method.

She nods dumbly as he kisses up her calf, lips puckering against the soft skin as he appreciates every inch of her body. He looks up at her as his kisses migrate from her calf to her thigh, inching closer towards her center. His hands slide up her thighs as well, paving the way for his lips, slowly inching that tiny dress of hers up, and up, and up, until it’s bunched around her hips.

Her tiny panties are sheer and white, her pretty pussy on display through the see-through material. She had a feeling that tonight would be ending in a special way, so she’d cleaned up well and worn lingerie that made her feel sexy. Harry appreciates it very much, kissing around her panty line at the seam of her thigh. His nose brushes against the soft material, and his teeth bite at its edges lightly.

He hovers over her center, hot breath fanning over her clit, before pressing a kiss to it through the fabric of her panties. She exhales shakily and bites her lip.

Considering how his head is sandwiched between her thighs, he doesn’t bother with pulling her underwear down her legs. He just pulls the center of it to the side, exposing her lips. Without much thought, he slides his tongue through her slick folds, tasting her. A dark groan rumbles through his chest.

The broad of his tongue sensually runs up and down her folds, spreading his spit all over her and mixing with her slickness. His mouth feels hot against her, lapping up the sweetness leaking out of her pussy. He pulls back and looks at her, all shiny and wet. Her clit, sitting prettily like a pearl, is half hidden under the hood. He brings his hand up to reveal her clit fully to him, a soft, sensitive button that he’s dying to push. He looks up at her, makes sure that he’s making eye contact with her, before fully letting himself devour her.

His tongue swirls around her clit, first going up and down, then side to side, the back to up and down because he finds it gets more of a reaction out of her. Simultaneously, he’s sucking on her clit, creating pressure that intensifies any of his movements. Y/n lets herself collapse against the bed, moaning out loudly as he ravages her clit.

His moves a bit south, now lapping at her slit to suck up everything that’s leaking out of her. He teases her entrance, pushing his tongue through her lips and into her heavenly pussy. It feels strange at first, to have his tongue inside of her, but as he curls it upwards and continues licking her the way he’d been doing to her clit, she finds her hips rutting up to feel him even deeper inside. His eyes close and he groans, pressing his face into her. It’s still not enough, so he grabs her hips and hoists her up against her face.

He closes his eyes and groans, pressing his face into her. His nose bends as it presses against her clit and he loses himself in bliss as he lavishes her sweetness.

Y/n is crying out to the ceiling, feeling her belly burning as Harry goes back up to her clit and sucks it with no remorse. Her hips are twitching and her heels press into Harry’s back, a feeble attempt at grounding herself as she’s consumed by him.

As she gets closer and closer to her release, her thighs start to tighten around his head. Her soft flesh presses against his temples, and it just sends him further into his pussy-clouded dreams. Her gentle hands slide down to hold his, and she cums with their fingers interlaced.

Harry feels her cunt clenching and unclenching as she cums, hips stuttering and her soft voice cracking around her moans. He releases her hips and pulls himself away from the safe haven between her thighs. His lips are slick and swollen from how hard he’d been eating her out, and his tongue darts out to lick up any of her sweetness that lingers on his lips.

Her legs that had been positioned on his shoulders now fall to the bed as he rises and climbs on top of her, finding her lips. He kisses her as her arms wrap around his shoulders, threading through the short hair at the nape of his neck. His hands wrap around her back and find the satin ribbon that holds her dress together, pulling on it to unravel the bow. The thin straps fall down her shoulders, the fitted waist loosening as the ribbon unties, and Harry pries his lips from hers so that he can help her shimmy out of the dress.

She hadn’t worn a bra under this dress (she didn’t have one that didn’t clash with the backless design), so as he pulls the straps down her arms, he exposes her breasts. They lay relaxed and soft, gravity flattening them out a bit as she lays with her back against the bed. Her nipples are peaked with arousal, and Harry’s mouth waters. He drags the satin fabric down the rest of her body, hooking his fingers into her panties when he reaches her hips, and strips her down all in one go. Her clothes lay discarded in a pile on the floor, and Harry once again looks down at her from between her legs.

She lays so delicately on his bed, her hands coming up to timidly cover her breasts while Harry devors her with his eyes. Contrastingly to how she covers her tits, however, she spreads her legs for him. Her clit looks puffy and raw from Harry’s lips and tongue, and her entrance pulses invitingly, urging him to stuff his cock in.\

He makes haste to unbutton his shirt, tugging it off within a minute. Y/n’s eyes widen.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathes. His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his arms… she wants to lick every single part of him. She can see his muscles, see how hard and thick and meaty they are. And the ink… “I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.” She’d seen a sneak peek of them, from the cross tattoo on his hand and the other miscellaneous tattoos that lined his wrist. But that was the extent of what she’d seen.

“Y’like them?” he asks cockily. She loves them. He can see it in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. Her hands leave her breasts to cover her face, hiding her eyes from him. He tsks. “What’s wrong, puppy? Why are you hiding?”

“You’re just… so hot,” she whines, her words muffled from behind her hands.

He can’t help but chuckle lowly, climbing on top of her. “Y’gonna make me blush, baby,” he teases, pulling her hands off her face. Her eyes are lustful and burning with desire, a sharp contrast to the dreamy look she usually has whenever they kiss. Tonight, she’s hungry for him.

Her hands trace down his front, over his chest and over his abs, until she reaches his pants. She unbuttons them for him and sticks her hand in, fingers teasingly grazing his cock over his briefs. His gaze darkens, eyebrows furrowing. “Take it out,” he demands. She obeys eagerly.

She sneaks her hand into his briefs and feels his bare cock for the first time, warm and velvety to the touch. It’s large, her fingers barely being able to wrap around his girth as she pulls him out. His tip is dark pink, bubbling with precum, and his shaft feels soft against her palm as she starts to teasingly pump him. She doesn’t feel enough slickness around him, so she curls her thumb over his tip and smears his precum down, reducing the uncomfortable friction that comes with a dry handjob.

Harry watches her hand moving up and down, delicately jerking him off. Her fingers look so soft compared to his hard cock, thick and pulsing as she plays with him. He bites his lip and gently thrusts himself into her hand. His pants and briefs still hang around his hips, but it doesn’t bother either of them considering how they’re so caught up in feeling each other.

He puts his weight onto one arm, his other hand resting over her hand on his cock. His hand is larger than hers, fully covering it and wrapping around his cock as they glide over his cock together. He guides their hands together, up and down, really smearing his slickness all over, and getting him worked up.

When he really can’t handle it anymore, he pulls away and gets off the bed to grab a condom. His pants hang low on his waist as he searches through his bedside table, and he sticks the wrapped condom between his teeth while he shuffles out of his clothes. He wastes no time in climbing back on top of y/n, who spreads her legs for Harry to get between.

He sits on his knees, cock so hard that it’s bobbing up and down, and sheathes himself with the condom. Then, he hoists her by her hips so that her lower back rests on his thighs and her pussy is lined up with his erection. He paints his tip up and down her slit, before pushing in slowly. It takes a couple thrusts of just the tip for her pussy to really open up to him, and then he’s able to push himself almost all the way in. It’s a snug fit, but her plushy walls are so wet and swollen that it almost feels like she’s sucking him in.

Y/n’s sweet moans ring through his bedroom, crying out at how Harry stretches her out so well. His fingers dimple the plump skin on her hips, gripping her tightly in order to control himself. He doesn’t want to start ramming into her, considering how her tiny pussy can barely fit how thick he is, but it’s taking a lot of self control.

Y/n, on the other hand, doesn’t care about the slight burn she feels as he stuffs his cock in her. All she wants is to feel him deeper, rutting up her hips to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Look at you, puppy, rutting up on me,” he hisses. “So desperate for me to stuff you full, hm?”

She moans and lifts her hands up, reaching out to grab onto Harry in some way. He releases her hips and holds her hands for her, leaning his weight forward so that he’s now hovering above her and pinning her hands down to the bed. His hips start to gain force and speed, thrusting into her at a regular pace now. Her tits jump up and down with each pump, and she cranes her neck into the pillows, overwhelmed with pleasure. Her eyes are closed with bliss, eyebrows furrowed.

“Harry,” she whines, “feels so good.”

“Yeah baby?” He grunts, bringing a hand down to play with her clit. Her pussy clenches around him in response, her entire body jerking as he rubs her sweet spot. Her moans bubble out of her throat without any restraint, parallel to how her orgasm starts bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She throws an arm over her face, overwhelmed as Harry pounds into her while simultaneously rubbing her clit in tight circles. It only takes a little bit more of that before she’s falling apart on his cock.

Harry keeps rubbing her, even as she’s cumming, and revels in the feeling of how she squeezes him as her orgasm washes over her. Her voice is cracking from how intensely she feels, eyes almost watering with orgasm-induced tears. Harry kisses down her neck erotically, his lips naturally inclined to the spot below her ear that he loves sucking on so much. He must’ve been a vampire in another life, with how often he finds himself licking, sucking, biting, and loving on her neck.

He pulls out as she comes down from her high, then taps her ass. “Flip over, puppy,” he commands. She flips around onto her hands and knees, but finds that she’s too shaky to hold herself up. Her top half collapses onto the bed, her back arched and ass high in the air. “M’gonna cum on your ass, okay?”

She nods her head, face pressed against the pillows.

Harry yanks off the condom and jerks himself off roughly. Her slickness coats his cock and makes the glide easy. His own hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as hers did, but the sight of her, head down, ass up, in front of him, is plenty to get him off. He cums with a low groan, thick spurts of cum landing on the rounds of her ass, all the way up to her back. He takes a second to take in the sight of it, taking a mental picture for him to think back to while he was in Milan.

She lays there, fingers gripping the sheets by the side of her head, while Harry climbs off the bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a hand towel. He wipes his cum off her back before it gets dry and crusty and yucky, then flips her around so that he can look at her face.

Her cheeks are glowing and her eyes glimmer with a post-orgasm glow. Her lips look swollen and so kissable, that Harry can’t help but lean down to peck her with a soft smile. “How was that?” he asks gently.

She looks up at him with dreamy eyes. “You… are so good at that,” she bubbles, words slurred sleepily. Her body is buzzing with the remnants of the most intense orgasm she’s had like… ever. Her legs feel like jello, her fingers are tingly, and she can’t even close her legs all the way because her pussy is so sensitive.

He gives her that cock smirk of his, a half smile that dimples one of his cheeks while his eyes glimmer mischievously. “Did I make you feel good?”

She nods. “Give me ten minutes to regain feeling in my legs and we can go again.”

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They go once more, a lot softer this time, with lots of kissing. Harry thrusts into her gently, the curls on the top of his head falling into his face as he hovers over her. Soft sighs and whimpers fall from y/n’s lips, muffled occasionally by Harry’s continuous kisses. He alternates between pecking her cheeks and down her neck, sucking and biting her bottom lip, and letting his tongue lick into her mouth hotly, each kiss garnering a new pleased reaction from y/n. And when they finally come, their hands are intertwined, Harry thrusting into her deeply and letting himself spurt out into the condom. His abdomen twitches while y/n coos at him softly, and he doesn’t pull out until he’s positive his swollen balls have nothing more to give.

“Are you the kind of person who likes baths after sex?” y/n asks him shyly. He’s really not, but with the way y/n is looking up at him all soft and sweet, obviously he’s gonna say yes.

“Only if there’s a pretty girl in there with me,” he teases.

She smiles and sits up on the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Harry senses that she’s feeling a bit shy now that her orgasmic haze is fading away, so he offers her the baby blue button up he’d been wearing earlier. She’s dumbfounded at how easily he can read her.

As she buttons up the shirt, Harry slips on a pair of briefs and goes to his master bathroom to turn the bath on. His bathroom has a freestanding tub that sits in front of a window, overlooking his incredible view of the city. The view that only three million or more dollars can buy you.

He’s honestly not much of a bath person, preferring cold morning showers after his workouts, so his tub is shiny and clean. He turns the faucet on and makes sure that the water is warm before heading back into his bedroom. Y/n has buttoned his shirt up all the way and looks like an angel, sitting on his bed patiently waiting for him. Her eyes find him as soon as he walks in and she looks at him cutely, with those big, puppy eyes, waiting for her next command.

He holds his hand out, beckoning her to him. She gets up immediately and wobbles towards him, legs shaky and pussy still sore. He can’t help the smile that spreads on his face – he doesn't like the fact that she’s in pain! But… the fact that it’s his cock that’s gotten her all weak in the knees… that definitely does something to him. He hopes she doesn’t notice the weak twitch his already sensitive and overworked cock gives.

He guides them into the bathroom and shuts off the water, the tub now pleasantly full and ready to fit the two of them. He lets her get undressed and get in the bath first, then strips and follows her in. He knows that he takes up a lot of space, with long legs and bulky arms, so he’d been a bit worried that this whole bath thing would be awkward. But y/n leaves plenty of room for him to get in behind her, and easily snuggles herself into his hold when he’s in. He sits down with his back against the edge of the tub and his legs spread open, with y/n sitting between them. She scoots back and lays down on him, with her back against his chest.

His hands instinctively find somewhere on her body to touch, fingers tracing up and down her arms as she soaks and relaxes in his hold. She’s so still and quiet that he almost thinks she’s fallen asleep – that is, until she lets out the softest giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your dick is tickling my back.” She giggles again.

He snorts. “Shut up, puppy.”

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luvring · 10 months

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Been going feral over the shy reader headcanons . I'm very biased towards Ais and Leander, but I'd love to see more shy reader hcs with the other boys too ❤️

DIFFERENT TYPES OF KISSES (KURAS, MHIN, VERE)

(shy) gn!reader | yippee!!! there's less for each since it's 3 charas but i did my best. not sure how the notes got so long... lol?

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KURAS

a kiss while he compliments you, whether you're actually wearing something new or look the same as usual. kuras can't help how attractive you are!! he Can let you know though. you walk toward him and he greets you with a smile as usual, so you're caught off guard when he gently grabs your hand and cups your cheek to kiss you. it's only right to make sure you know he adores you, isn't it?

kisses to your temple as he rushes around the clinic or before running errands because even if he's busy he never forgets to thank you for sticking around and helping. he promises to take a break soon, And to treat you to dinner later. your favourite spot, or maybe you want to check out the new place that opened nearby? he's happy wherever you choose

soft kisses goodbye/goodnight ! an actual kiss on your lips, or the back of your hand,, maybe on the inside of your wrist. it's a good balance between polite and teasing when your relationship is just starting. he smiles afterward, not commenting on your flustered state, only asking if you're available to spend some more time together tomorrow

kisses to your shoulders and back while he massages you. kuras's voice is soft while he asks how you feel, if there's anywhere he should reach, or something he can do. you feel stuck in a (good) loop of relaxation and surprise every time he reaches a knot or hums near your ear

**kuras is tall. it's easy to sit somewhere between his legs as his fingers trail across your hips under your shirt, and his lips kiss the space between your jaw and ear. he asks what you'd like him to do, saying he needs to hear you say it out loud. and when he moves to kiss you properly, it shifts from soft intimacy to a rougher one at the sounds you let out despite his best attempts

VERE

asks you for a kiss for good luck or something before he goes on a job. or when he has to deal with someone annoying. or when you have to part ways and well Don't you want to make sure He gets back safely. really any excuse to see how you react and if you'll do it, since you both know he'll always make his way back to you safe and sound

kisses that turn into nips at your skin (or lips.) you're flustered enough when he leans in and hovers at your neck, but then he catches you off guard when you feel his teeth instead of his lips. he laughs at your reaction, and if you feign annoyance hard enough, vere might halfheartedly apologize before actually kissing you

he does a thing when he wants attention where he'll come and wrap himself around you before trying to distract you with kisses. they start slow, one to your hand that he pulls into his, but they escalate quickly until you finally stop to give him the unwarranted attention he wants deserves

intimate kisses while he's being vulnerable. vere doesn't like spilling his heart out, he isn't well acquainted with it. but he knows physical affection well and naturally finds comfort in your touch. you gently kiss him as reassurance and he smiles—its somewhere between being grateful and incredulous—before he asks for another so he can Really feel better

**messy kisses while you stumble toward the bed. his hands find their place, one rubbing your thigh and the other pulling your top to expose your collarbones/shoulders. vere whispers about how much he's wanted to do this, boldly listing everything you could do, trying out pet names to gage your reaction. at the same time, he leaves hickies both in obvious places and ones he says only the two of you get to know about

MHIN

a kiss when (they think) you're asleep. they might softly poke you or say something to see if you react. if you don't, they make sure you're in a comfortable position and gently kiss your temple before also getting ready to sleep. embarrassed if they notice you were awake afterward so you might have to kiss them back and say now you're even! 🫣

kisses after a long day apart and they're slightly more open to physical affection. their replies are mumbled as you lie together, and they can't stop themself from melting into your touch. it's nice to finally feel safe and relax. the conversation dwindles, you're looking at each other, and the way their gaze flickers down to your lips doesn't go unnoticed in such close proximity. the kisses are soft and quick, but come in groups of 2 or 3 before you have to smush your face into the pillow to cover how flustered you are

a casual kiss that catches you off guard, especially since you either just made them worry or frustrated. maybe you've just come back later than expected and you're sitting in front of them as they tend to your wounds. you say something cheeky and they roll their eyes. the kiss is quick, to the top of your head or temple, before they stand up to grab something. you barely register the comment they mutter about needing someone to watch you

a kiss to prove a point after jokes about how if people didn't know better, they'd be shocked to find out you're a couple. mhin doesn't kiss you in front of a crowd or anything—it's more for them/the both of you. somewhere in private, their hand on the back of your neck or small of your waist. a few seconds longer and you'd wonder if they wanted to go further, before they pull away with a determined look (blush tinting their cheeks), as if that was all the confirmation they needed

**the kisses that happen when they finally accept they want you that take your breath away and have your hands tangled in their hair. ones where their hold on you tightens with every noise you let out, and their eyebrows furrow as they reach to take off their cloak without looking. mhin's chest presses against yours as they breathe heavily, and there's a second where the both of you check to make sure the other is okay before leaning in again

#NAWT proofread... dont tell me abt typos. ill cry #sorry tag list. its 3am..im too tired rn #touchstarved #touchstarved game #vere x reader #kuras x reader #mhin x reader #touchstarved vere #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved kuras

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rebelwrites · 25 days

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Twenty Three: Don’t Make A Scene

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

“How is everyone doing back home?” I hummed, leaning against the wall of the Ferrari hospitality area, a smoke hanging from my lips as I squinted at my phone screen trying to block out the Italian sun, even with the raybans shielding my eyes it wasn’t enough. Everything was different here, I had never really traveled outside of Charming, well apart from the occasional run with Jax back in my teenage years. But this was different, the warmth of the sun beating down against my skin felt like I was being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. There was something comforting about it and I couldn’t help but smile.

Everything so far had been somewhat of a culture shock, I had tried foods that I would have never dreamt of trying, and even though I was still trying to adjust to the time difference I was living my best life.

“Everyone is good, in fact everything is perfect,” Jax smiled back, there was something about it that didn’t sit right with me. Not only wasn’t it as bright as normal but he had a haunted look on his blue eyes.

“Tell that to your face,” I scoffed, taking a long drag of the cigarette. “You look like someone just took a shit on your Harley.”

I stared intently at my device, watching as my older brother ran his hands over his face. “I’m just tired, that’s all,” he paused, obviously trying to think of what lie to spin. “There is nothing for you to worry about, I’ve got everything under control. Now enough about me, Squirt, how is Monza treating you?”

“It’s amazing, Jax,” I beamed. I finally felt free from the weight of the world that always seemed like it was crushing me into the dirt. Part of me felt bad for feeling like this, but I had quickly realized that taking care of Pops and the club had taken a toll on my mental health, so it was nice to have a break from it all. Although that didn’t stop me from missing everyone. “Everyone is amazing, and they are already treating me like family. Fred has taken the role of my body guard which is highly amusing,” pushing myself off the wall I decided it was time to head back into the garage, not wanting to miss the start of free practice.

“As in team principal, Fred Vassuer?”

“That’s the one, being the new kid on the block the press are trying to get the latest gossip but anytime they try and get too close to me whilst Fred is around he gets all protective of me. It’s kinda cute, reminds me of Pops.” I grinned, glancing over I noticed that the pit crew had formed what looked to be a human wall at the front of the garage. There was some sort of commotion going on, I wasn’t quite close enough to hear what was happening but the moment I heard my name being screamed I felt my blood boil. It had been years since I heard that scratchy voice, the sound alone sent a cold shiver down my spine.

“Squirt, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, you have gone white as a sheet.” Jax asked, causing me to shift my attention back to him.

“I think I fucking have,” I mumbled, trying to stop the anger brewing deep inside me from bubbling over, causing me to explode, this was not the place, “that bitch has a fucking death wish.” I growled, flicking my gaze between my brother’s face and the opening of the garage.

“I can fucking see her, let me speak to my daughter.”

“There is no way,” Charles growled, venom dripping from his words. This was the first time I had seen this side of him but I wasn’t scared, in fact my heart skipped a beat at how protective he was being. “Sur mon putain de cadavre. Over my fucking dead body.”

I could feel the anger radiating through the phone screen from my brother, from the look on his face I was adamant he was going to jump on a plane to personally take care of the waste of space that was my birth mother.

“I am gonna fucking kill her,” Jax seethed, “She has no right crawling back into your life now, god I am so fucking angry right now!”

Taking a deep breath I knew I was going to have to take control of this situation, this was not the type of press coverage the team needed.

“Jax, I gotta go, don’t worry about me, I can handle this bitch,” I said, not taking my eyes off Charles. I could feel the anger radiating off him from the other side of the garage. “Charles is gonna snap and that isn’t good for him or the team.”

“Don’t make too much of a scene Squirt,” he hummed, cocking his brow at me.

“No promises.” I shrugged, before quickly saying bye.

Slipping my phone into the back pocket of my jeans I let out a shaky breath, I hadn’t seen this bitch since she last tried to make contact with me and Pops and the club chased her out of town.

“Kiddo, you okay?” Fred asked, appearing at my side.

“Je le serai, une fois que j'aurai mis cette salope à terre. I will be, once I put that bitch down.” I growled, clenching my fist by my side. She had no right trying to worm her way back into my life, I didn’t need her, she was dead to me.

“Il suffit de ne pas salir le sol et des blocs de glace se trouvent dans le réfrigérateur si vous en avez besoin. Just don't dirty the floor, and there are ice packs in the fridge if you need them.” Fred chuckled, taking my shaking fist in his hands squeezing softly. “Don’t let her get to you, kiddo.”

Slowly nodding at the Frenchman standing in front of me, I took a deep breath trying to steady my heart rate. I knew I needed to confront her otherwise she would never leave and reporters were already gathering around the garage trying to get the best shot of the disruption to the weekend. Within a few short strides across the room I found myself standing next to Charles, my hand instantly finding his, not caring if I outed our relationship at this moment. I needed his touch to keep me grounded and calm because I did not want my face plastered all over the gossip sites.

“The fuck do you want?” I said keeping my voice low and emotionless.

“I want to make amends, you are my daughter at the end of the day,” she pleaded. “I’ve changed, I went through rehab, I’m clean just for you baby.”

Rolling my eyes at the confession, did she think I was stupid? Her pupils were the size of dinner plates, she couldn’t stand still to save her life and was excessively sweating. I knew what her game was here and she wasn’t going to succeed in creeping her way back into my life, using me to get money.

“You ain’t clean,” I scoffed, leaning further into Charles. “Do you really think I would believe you? I ain’t that vulnerable five year old you left living in squalor just so you could get your next fix.”

“Fred, il faut la faire sortir d'ici. Fred, we've got to get her out of here.” Charles said, turning to his team principal.

I was moments away from lunging forward tackling the person who abandoned me, the main cause of my trust issues, the reason I carried demons on my back, but before I could step forward Charles wrapped his arms around my shaking body, holding me tight as he managed to guide me through the garage back to his driver room.

Once the door was shut I felt my resolve crumble, my fingers went into my roots as I slumped on the floor letting out a strangled scream. “Who the fuck does she think she is, coming here trying to act like the caring mother.” I growled, “you should have let me rip her apart.”

“Sunshine,” Charles whispered, crouching in front of me, placing a hand on my knee. “You need these right now,” he said softly, handing me a pack of cigarettes.

“I don’t,” I whispered, resting my hand on his cheek. “I just need you.”

“Je suis là, bébé, je ne vais nulle part. I'm here, baby, I ain't going nowhere.” he hummed, wrapping his arms around me, pressing small kisses against the top of my head. “Why would she come here now?”

“Because you have money and she is a gold digger, she must have seen the posts about us and thought she could get a massive pay day,” I breathed, gripping onto Charles’ fireproofs like my life depended on it, “and she knew if she tried to step foot in Charming, Pops would kill her with his bare fists.”

“Well, if she tries to come near you again I will drive over her with my car at 200 miles an hour.”

“Char, that would cause too much damage to the car,” I said with a slight laugh. Letting out a shaky breath I looked over his shoulder to the clock on the wall. “Five minutes till FP1 you better get going.”

“I can’t leave you, not like this.”

“I will be fine, promise,” I nodded, resting my forehead against his, “I’m gonna go chill with Fred, we might even make a list of different ways to kill her, you know just some light bonding nothing major.”

I knew Fred would make me feel better, there was something about him that reminded me of Pops, he happily took me under his wing in Zandvoort making me feel right at home within the team. I knew Charles had told him everything he needed to know about me and my past, which was the reason he was so protective over me when the devil made her appearance in the garage.

“Just don’t go all psycho killer on me now baby,” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against my lips.

“Don’t spoil all my fun, Mr,” I hummed, a small smile appearing back on my face. “Now go kick some ass out there.”

I found myself staring blankly at my boyfriend, trying to process the words that had just casually fallen out of his mouth.

“Hold on a second, you want me to drive that?” I stated, pointing at the SF-23 that was currently sitting in the middle of the garage.

“Were you not listening to me, Sunshine,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss against my temple.

“I was listening, but you do realize how crazy you sound right now? I don’t even have a super license, we would get into a shit load of trouble if anyone knows I took her on the track. She aint set up for me Char,” I rambled, not taking my eyes off the car, “there is no way. Aint happening, I will kill myself do you know how fast that thing is.”

The sound of Charles laughing caused me to tear my gaze away from the middle of the garage, cocking my brow at him, it was official he had completely lost his mind.

“Babygirl, it’s fine, we are all good, no one will know, trust me. Plus we aren’t in parc ferme conditions yet,” he smirked, slowly guiding me towards the car. “All I ask is don’t crash, I kinda need her for quali tomorrow.”

“You are fucking crazy, Leclerc.” I shot back, refusing to believe he was being serious. “We shouldn’t even be here, everyone has gone home.”

“Thought you loved driving fast?” he hummed, that cocky smirk still firmly planted on his face.

“Yeah in my beater of a truck, that if I am lucky will hit 70 miles an hour, or Jax’s Dyna, not a beast of a machine that is built for speeds of 200 miles an hour plus.”

“Fine, if you won’t drive this, what about this?” he said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket, placing them in the palm of my hand.

Dropping my gaze I ran my fingers over the bead keyring Elenor had made for him, my heart fluttering at the fact he had this on his keys, “wait, isn't this your Pista?”

“You talk too much,” he winked, moving so his arms were wrapped firmly around my waist, in one quick motion I had been thrown over his shoulder and was staring at his ass.

“Well, this is the best view ever,” I giggled, praying that he didn’t lose his grip as he carried me out to the track. “You drop me and I will kill you.”

“Quoi, comme ça ? What, like this?” he said, jolting his body causing me to cling onto him for dear life.

“Fucking asshole.”

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jadededge · 1 year

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Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.4

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

"Switching positions, I like to rotate."

"You ready sweetheart?" Jooheon asks.

You nod shyly, smiling up at him. He eases in slowly while hovering his face just above yours. His eyes are piercing straight into you and it is the most exquisite feeling. You both groan as he stretches you.

He pulls back out just a little and back in, getting you both used to the feeling. Once he's sure you're ready, he starts to pick up his pace. You're already feeling so good, you can't stop your moans of adoration from falling.

As if kissing you passionately while slow stroking wasn't enough to make you cum, he leans back and pulls your legs wider apart. In this new position he slams into you at an unrelenting pace. Suddenly you feel Changkyunnie sit to your left.

"You're taking Honey so well." He praises while stroking your hair. You glow on the inside. You can't help but let out the most sensual moan you can muster and squeeze Jooheon involuntarily. This sends him into a frenzy. The sounds filling the room were sinful. Skin slapping, and begging pleas.

"Fuuuuck. That felt amazing. You like it when we praise our Princess, hm?" He teases you, slamming into with accentuated thrust.

You only moan in response. Changkyun slaps your breast in response. "He asked you a question. Answer with words."

"Yes! Fuck- yes, I love it." You yell. "Feels so good. I'm gonna cum." You manage out in between thrust.

Changkyun moves his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing smooth, tight circles to it. You feel yourself nearing your end. "Let go baby."

You feel it deep in your spine. Creeping up to the surface, like the delightfulness of an itch being scratched. The feel of Jooheon filling you up and Changkyun controlling your body with his hands was simply too perfect. You snap.

"Yes baby fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good." His movement becomes erratic. Joo leans forward burying his head in your neck, whispering the sweetest dirtiest promises to you while he cums.

Rolling to your other side, he caresses your face while panting hard. "You are amazing." He leans up to give you a gentle kiss to the forehead.

"Truly. A sight to see." Changkyun adds, mimicking Jooheon's move. "But you're absolutely not done yet. It's my turn." He fake pouts.

"Then it's our turn." Joo adds

You're still reeling from this round. You can't imagine the next two... _______________________________________________________________

The next morning, you woke up to who you assumed was Honey wrapped around your waist, faced pressed to your back, because Changkyunnie was lying facing you. He was still asleep, his breath even and slow. You took this chance to observe him. You smile to yourself.

This sleeping angel shows no traces of the devil he was last night. You sandwiched between him and Honey, filled to the brim for most of the night, you wouldn't expect to be cooing at him this way in the light. He's adorable.

"Aw, I think it's cute. You staring at me with such adoration." He startled you by speaking. Eyes still closed.

You stammer. "What? I- I wasn't staring.." How did he know?

He slowly opens his eyes, "I felt you." He laughs a little. "It's okay. I told you, I think it's cute." He reaches up to gently glide his thumb over your cheek. "Hi." He says.

Your heart melts. "Hi."

He leans in to give you a kiss and you move just a little to meet him. At this, Jooheon grumbles, "Noo." and tightens his hold on you.

Changkyun scoffs, "Cockblocking baby." You chuckle at the pair. "You want breakfast princess?"

"Sure. Whatever's easiest to make." You offer not wanting to have him going out of his way.

"It's easiest for me to give you whatever you desire." He stares at you deeply. "So what would you like?"

You blush hard. "An omelette and toast?"

He squints a little, "I can do that. Relax a little more I'll come get you when it's ready." He leans and kisses you again. While getting up and out of bed, he reaches around and gives Jooheon a slap to the back.

"Fuck! Man, why would you do that?" Jooheon complains.

"You're hogging her, let her move around." Changkyun reprimands while getting dressed.

Joo rolls over mumbling under his breath, "I wasn't the one sucking face all morning. Stupid..." and drifts back off.

You're left laughing during the whole exchange. Rolling to your side, you absentmindedly stroked Honey's back til you're drifting back to sleep.

"Baby. Get up." You hear in your dream. "Baby... Changkyun made breakfast. A whole spread. I helped though." You grumble awake. "He's going to say I didn't but I did."

You roll over to see Jooheon smiling at you. "What time is it?" You ask.

"Just after 11. When I got up you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up." He coos at you.

You smile. "Okay, give me 15 minutes and I'll be down."

Leaving you to your morning routine, you quickly freshen up with the toiletries the boys left for you and head down stairs.

Honey said Changkyun made a spread but you didn't expect all of this.

"Do you all normally eat this much?"

"No. It's for you, obviously."

He's a smartass huh. That's amusing. You think chuckling to yourself. "Thank you Changkyunnie."

You notice he blushes a little before abruptly turning around. "It's nothing.

Jooheon leans in and whispers to you, "He really likes you."

After eating, the 3 of you lounged for some time while chatting. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had passed. You start to think maybe you should leave. You could use a shower in your own space, and, to be honest, you didn't want to seem too clingy.

"Well I had a great morning, but I need to get home." You move to face Jooheon. He had maneuvered you into a cuddle, with you leaning on him.

With a pout he responds, "Nooo. Why? Stay." He puts both his arms around your waist and pulls you in. When he puts his face in the crook of your neck, you nearly lose your resolve.

"Yeah, why? You're tolerable to be around." Changkyun says, kind of off handedly still staring at the tv.

"Aw, see, you have to stay. Changkyunnie really really likes you." Jooheon reveals. "He doesn't like anybody hanging around too long."

"Dude.." Changkyun throws a small pillow at Jooheon.

"I mean, I need to shower and change for starters. And.. well," You regret instantly saying anything. You try to back out.

"We're not sick of you. If that's what you're thinking. Are you sick of us? Are we too clingy?" Jooheon grabs you tighter, staring at you nearly pouting. God, he's adorable. And dangerous...

This is baffling to say the least. This man is nearly the complete opposite of what he seems. He's worried that he's too clingy, ha!

You chuckle a little, "no, you're not too clingy. And I would stay but I still need my things."

"We can get you stuff or take you to your place." Honey moves to put his head in your lap and look up at you. The same position you were in last night. Funny.

Changkyun moves to sit next to you leaning back with his arm stretched along the couch behind you . "I can take you home to shower and get your things. Stay the rest of the weekend with us, Princess."

"What the hell." You decide. "Okay, sure. Take me home and bring me back." You smile at them.

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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year

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Forgive me

-Widowmaker x gn!reader

-fluff in beginning then angst but happy ending

-warnings: mentions of death (no actual death)

You have met your now girlfriend when you first joined Talon. The others around you always turned their heads when you would walk into the room with your cold, stoic lover. They way your dynamic played on the battlefield aided Talon in their missions of destruction. Nothing could ever break the ruthless sniper, expect seeing you hurt.

Widow was cursed yet blessed with Moira’s experimentations. She was a flawless killer who easily made a name for herself. When her name was said it sent shivers down the spines of humans and omnics alike. But the one thing she hated way not feeling a thing. Amélie couldn’t understand how after so long you still stay by her side though she shows little to no emotions.

The way you hold her at night, how you hold her hands when they become too cold for her to shoot, and even though Moira slowed down her heartbeat you still managed to make her heart beat fast. When others looked at her with fear or lust, you look at her with admiration and love. Since her late husband left this world, she never thought she could love again. You showed her that there is love after loss and she can find happiness where she is.

Before you officially dated, she sat you down and explained her past with her ex-husband. When she explained how they took everything from her, unexpectedly, she let a tear slip. You quickly wiped it from her face and pulled her in for a hug, which she accepted. Before she asked you to be hers, she promised, “I will never let anyone or anything hurt you...ever,”

The next day, Amélie had to hide many smiles from her colleagues whenever you would secretly blow her kisses or link your pinky with hers. She definitely had to hide her newfound emotions from Moira to avoid testing, but it was worth it for you. You would even be asked by the Irish woman what it’s like dating a woman who can’t feel the way you do, but you always managed a fake answer that seem believable.

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On the battlefield, she always kept an eye out for you since you were on the ground directly fighting against the enemy. You two were lucky and happy this mission just required the two of you. Of course, there were other soldiers there, but in retrospect, you were the only two that really mattered.

The both of you were sent to Egypt, the temple of Anubis, a said secret location for you to go in and get the illegal goods you were requested to grab while Widow waited and watch out from afar. At one point you said into your mic, “Amélie, these tunnels here are creepy...Do you know if I am close enough? I want to get out of here...” you said, having a bit of fear laced in your tone. She chuckled, “Oh y/n, you’re fine. You’re already there. Just grab it so we can leave and head home, okay?” You smiled to yourself, “When we get home, can we get takeout and cuddle?” and she replied with a simple, “Oui”.

Commotion and shots were soon heard, Overwatch has tracked them down and are planning to stop their plan. Widow sighed, leaning down to see through the scope in front of her.

She always felt an adrenaline rush when she scored a kill, a sense of excitement. Taking down enemy soldiers was child’s play to her at his point. But through it all, widow would always make sure you were safe, she promised you that. The two of you communicated the entire of you making your way back to her since Overwatch saw the opportunity to swoop in and “save the day”.

“I got the package, I’m close to you babe..” you whispered into you hidden mic, knowing you were able to crack a smile on your girlfriend's face. “Alright, I’ll see you soon mon chèri..” she whispered back, biting her bottom lip to stop the goofy smile see has on her face. She waited, looking through her scope. Though she felt on top of the world, it almost felt too good.

Widow saw you coming back towards the drop ship, being cautious of your surroundings. When you spotted your lover, you smiled and gave you a little wave. ‘cute’ was all she thought.

boom.

A shoot was fired, but not from her. It was from an enemy sniper she knows too well. Your smile faded, dropping to your knees and falling on your front.

In this moment, Widow felt her heart in her throat.

You were shot.

Widow felt frozen, like she couldn’t move. Still watching from the scope, she saw Talon soldiers come to you aid, picking you up and grabbing the package as well while being shot at. She pulled her face away, feeling salty tears run down her face by themselves. She just witnessed you being shot in the back and she couldn’t save you.

Everything in Amélie wanted to run towards you, make sure you’re still alive, hold your hand and kiss you...but she couldn’t, it would show the people around her she can feel and word would spread like wildfire and would get to her creator, Moira.

All she could do was wipe her face and go back inside the ship. Once inside she was greeted by medics running past her, pushing her aside to make their way to you. Amélie slowly made her way to you, watching the medics place a mask on your face to help you breathe.

Memories of Gérard’s death flooded back. She felt her heartbeat start to pick up, something she haven’t felt in a very long time. Amélie wanted to cry and ask if you would be okay, but she had couldn’t. Damn her curse...

Amélie had to act like she didn’t care, she had to act like she could care less that you were hurt. It pained her so much to turn her back, making her way to the back of the ship to be alone.

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It’s been hours since you were brought back to the Talon headquarters to be rushed into immediate surgery. Amélie sat by herself in small, plain waiting room, staring at the tiled floor.

When she could visit you after your surgery, she wanted to break down and cry. Seeing you in a hospital bed, a nasal cannula in your nose, and IVs in your arm, made her heart ache. She pulled a chair next to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your hand. She whispered, “I’m sorry, my love... I couldn’t protect you..” she took your limp hand and cradled her face with it. She stayed with you the entire night, soon falling asleep in an uncomfortable chair. When Amélie woke, she immediately jolted up to, looking at the clock above your bed.

07:28

When she woke, you were still asleep, looking sound at your heart monitor beeped accordingly. A nurse came in with breakfast for her patient and Widow herself, but she barely had an appetite.

13:04

Amélie had sat in that damned chair all day, staring at you, but it was worth it to hope you would wake up soon. When she closed her eyes, she heard you grunting. With this, she opened her eyes to see you stirring awake.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Amélie smiled and grabbed your hand, “You’re awake..” she choked, feeling tears threatening to fall from her eyes. You chuckled, “Can’t keep me down, I am tough as steel..” you joked, smiling at her. Though Amélie wanted to have a fun moment with you, felt started to cry, “Y/n, I am so, so sorry for not protecting you...” she cried.

“Hey, hey... Amélie, baby, this wasn’t your fault...” you comforted her, your hand cradling her face. “No, you don;t get it... I made a promise to you, and I broke it..” she sobbed, squeezing your hand, “Please...forgive me..”

You felt your own eyes tear up, “Amélie, come lay in bed with me..” you gestured with your free arm to your right. She nodded and quickly came into bed with you. Even though she spent one night with you in her bed, she couldn’t handle it. Amélie held you close as you whispered,

“I am not going anywhere my love. You are the moon to my sun, you simply can’t have one without the other. Amélie, you are the love of my life and I don’t plan on leaving you ever. I know we have our arguments here and there but.. You are all that I want and need in life, and I wouldn’t dare to put you through pain again. I gave you my heart as you gave me yours, I will cherish it to my last breath when we grow old together,” and with that, you kissed her on his cold, yet soft lips.

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coexiising · 2 years

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orbitron - anakin skywalker

REQUEST ◆ this wasn’t even a request. just the reader and anakin losing their virginity to each other. small fic.

WARNING(S) ◆ smut, piv sex, cursing

WORDS ◆ 2.9k

NOTE ◆ ok so im officially back to writing. this is kinda a smaller fic and there really isn’t any plot its kinda just porn.

you walked up the stairs of the temple, making your way to anakin. it had been a while since you had seen him, since the war took both of you away with separate responsibilities. when you finally got there, you knocked on the door, waiting for the hushed come in and walked into his room, seeing anakin lean down and search through his nightstand’s drawer. he pulled out some sort of small box with a relieved sigh. “i always lose this thing,” he said, opening the box and pulling out something from his pocket, inserting it into the box. it was normal for jedi to keep some sort of mementos from their battles, and anakin was no different. you had known him long enough to know how these battles got to him, even if he was named ‘the hero with no fear’, you were smart enough to know that wasn’t always true. anakin then walked over to you and put his hands into yours. “you ready?”

both of you were going to go out to the lower sectors of coruscant, where both of you wouldn’t be noticed as much, and get some food. you two still wore cloaks and disguises just in case, but it was a way for you two to get away from the temple.

you nodded. “but hold on a sec. i wanna do this first.” you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him, grasping onto his hands and holding them close to you. he hummed contently, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

it was normal for the two of you to kiss. you guys kissed a whole lot in your relationship. but this was different. this kiss was more passionate in a way than the rest, more loving and needy. you thought that you were probably being crazy about the whole thing, that you were just making up the emotions you were feeling.

that was until anakin took his hands out of yours and put them on your waist, nudging you to walk closer to his bed. he was definitely feeling it too, it wasn’t just you. this time it felt like everything was in place. it was perfect.

your back pressed against the soft grey comforter of his bed, stomach filling with immense butterflies realizing what was finally happening. anakin was someone you trusted, someone you loved greatly. you wouldn’t have your first time with anyone else, and you knew that anakin felt the same way.

anakin kissed you with such an intensity you would’ve thought that he was being dramatic or something, but no, he just loved you so so much and wanted to show you. he wanted to touch you, kiss every inch of your skin, and most of all : anakin wanted you to feel how much he loved you. he was convinced that he would never be able to say it in words, there were only 26 letters in the galactic alphabet and as good as anakin seemed to have a way with words and charm, there was simply not enough letters and words in the entire world that would explain what he feels for you.

he’s tried - possibly a hundred times to try and explain it. you have done the same. the closest that he has ever gotten to pinpointing how intensely in love he was with you was by calling you home. you were his home. he would always come back to you, you were his roots. his foundation. you made him feel safe. each of you trusted each other more than any other person in this world and that is beautiful.

many people over the years tried to tell you that having an attachment wouldn’t work.

attachment leads to the dark side, master yoda would say. it’s what every single master said to you throughout your entire life.

but to you anakin was worth the attachment. he was your friend turned lover, the leader of a whole battalion of clones. and although almost a year ago anakin almost lead you and the other jedi group towards what you all believed as a padawan to be impending doom on geonosis, you trusted him. you loved him. sure, all the jedi cared for each other, whether they wanted to admit it or not. but it wasn’t the way you loved anakin. anakin was yours, and you were his.

his hands came to grip your sides, thumbs pressing against the soft fabric of your shirt. the contact caused a spark in your stomach, pulling the boy you loved even closer to you. your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, one of them snaking up so that it was caressing his cheek. soft skin under your fingertips made you shiver, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of skin on skin contact. anakin sighed into your mouth, his tongue sliding lazily into your mouth and swiping across yours.

his hips rolled lazily against your own, not really intentional but more as a basic reflex. but the reaction that he got from you that made him realize that he should keep doing that. because the first time you felt his obvious hard on press against your core you were a blushing, almost moaning mess. you two had never been like this before. sure, there had been countless nights where you would make out for hours, kissing each others lips and necks. there was one time where you left his room with at least ten love marks peppered across your skin. this was different though, you two would see each other in each other’s entirety for the first time. and for what you hoped would just be the beginning.

your hands went down his neck and chest, fingers dancing idly along the bottom fabric of his shirt, lightly pulling as if to ask can i take this off? he pulled away from you, only for just a moment, and nodded his head, watching you with excitement as you pulled the first piece of fabric off of the night. his shirt was replaced with each of your hands, exploring with your fingers as if they were kissing his toned chest. his lips were attached to yours again, since you two couldn’t stay away from each other for more than about ten seconds.

surprisingly, anakin pulled away and looked down at your clothed chest, cheeks splaying a soft red tone. he didn’t have to say anything, you knew what he wanted. he wanted to see you, just like how you were seeing him now. giving him a bashful grin and taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nodded, grabbing his hands so that they were at the edge of your shirt.

you arched your back up so that it would be easily to slide the shirt off of you, and it was. anakin took no more time than necessary to pull it off, throwing it off the bed and into some unknown place in the room. a soft giggle left your lips and he smiled sheepishly, his hands returning to the same spot they had been on your sides before your shirt was off. instead he felt so much closer this time, his hands on your skin without any shirt over them. you reached behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and chest. there were a few times where he has slid his hands up your shirt before, but never off of you completely.

you always looked so beautiful.

just as beautiful as you looked here.

in fact, anakin thought that you would never not look beautiful to him.

“anakin,” you said in a soft tone, hands coming up to rest on both of his cheeks, forcing him to look at you into your eyes. “you can touch me, you know.”

right. anakin had been putting it off because he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing. what if he hurts you somehow? he didn’t know jack shit about touching a woman to make them feel good, at least not to his knowledge. but then again you were y/n. he knew deep down you didn’t care how he touched you, only that it was him touching you and only him.

you wanted no one else but anakin skywalker.

so anakin tentatively put his palm on your left breast, the contact nearly knocking your breath out of you. his head ducked down and pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck in between your jaw and neck. it was that one spot that drove you a little crazy, and he knew this because of your countless make out sessions.

his lips trailed down your neck, making a line with some spit all the way down to the valley of your breasts, where he hesitated for a moment. you weren’t impatient. if anything, you thought that it was cute that he was taking so much time and care with you. he made you feel so loved that it made your heart swell. your heartbeat picked up with every kiss that made its way across your skin. you swore that anakin, being so close to your chest, could probably hear how much your heart was banging against your ribs.

anakin started up again, instead of his lips going down they went across to your right breast, kissing all the way up to your sensitive bud and taking extra time kissing at it. the soft moans that fell from your lips made it harder and harder for anakin to concentrate. he could listen to those pretty noises you made forever. to know that he was the one that was making you feel so good and sigh in pleasure was the most addicting feeling in the whole world.

you were anakin skywalker’s drug.

you wined out his name, softly and sweetly. that sent a shock right down his body, making the need, the want, even that much more intense.

your hands came to his face to pull him away from his endless kisses and licks, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “i want you,” you said desperately. “please anakin.”

you were basically begging for him at this point. if anakin was much of a talker as some others were, he would’ve said holy fuck at your words. he knew that he would have those five words engraved in his mind for the rest of his life, nothing could be more perfect than this.

you reached down and grabbed him in a soft way through his pants, making him groan out with no chances of even stopping it. it was so sudden and he was finally getting the attention that he so desperately needed. you palmed him through his pants, keeping your eyes on his face while you soaked him in unknown pleasure. it was different when it was your hand instead of his hand.

“i love you,” he muttered out, eyes opening half lidded towards you. and he did, he really really did. there was no one, no woman he would ever love more than you. if you would stay with him forever he knew that he would never ever have the desire to touch or kiss another woman ever again.

you smiled. “i love you too.”

he swatted your hands away and pressed his lips against yours again, shifting and moving until his pants were off and went to start working on yours. both hands of each of you worked to get your pants off. once they were, his hands began sliding and touching the skin right above your panty line, dancing closer and closer …

your fingertips were softly digging into the skin on his back, egging him on. you would think that what you were doing would bring him some type of pain, but it didn’t. instead it made him even more needy. he wouldn’t even care if you were digging into him so much you made him bleed.

anakin dipped his hands under the waistband, a needy moan eliciting from your mouth into his when his fingers swiped against your wet folds. he was touching you, the one place that you had only dreamed of him going. you always wondered what this moment would feel like, where you would be and how you would feel during it. these were better than the countless wonders and fantasies, much better.

a finger entered you and you moaned out with such intensity that anakin watched you in awe, writhing under his touch while one finger slipped in and out of you. there was no question that you desired him, his finger slick with your arousal was enough to tell him that you were really ready for this. another finger made it’s way inside with not that much resistance, making your head throw back against the sheets, eyes screwed shut.

anakin could do this for hours. watch you come undone by just his fingers. he was sure of it.

soon enough he was pulling his fingers out of you and taking an experimental lick at them, sighing in the taste. he’d definitely have to try going down on you sometime soon if you really tasted that good. you were scared to admit that you were a little nervous. he must’ve sensed it though. there was a part of you that believed that anakin knew you better than you knew yourself. he has picked up almost all of your routine, observed all your little habits and quirks for years on end. anakin knew the face you made for your emotions, and the face you were making now showed anxiety.

“hey, it’s just …” he paused for a moment to get his words together. “it’s just me. i’ll take care of you.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his own forehead replacing his lips afterwards so that you two were close to each other. your breathing was scattered, led on by the anxiety.

he aligned himself and then pushed into you slowly, the painful yelp that came out of you scared him for a moment before pushing farther in. slowly but surely, he was buried to the hilt inside of you. there was a moment where he stilled inside of you, rubbing your face softly with his fingers as you tried so hard to get used to the feeling. it was an odd feeling, like something filling you up and making you whole. though the longer anakin stayed unmoving in you, the more you felt the urge to tell him to move. pain mixed with pleasure in the most exotic way.

after another second or so, you said, “you can move now. i’m okay.”

he gave you one last are you sure look and then did as you wished, pulling all the way out of you and pushing back in again. it didn’t hurt as much this time, it felt good in a way, the way that he went inside of you with ease. and the way that he was moaning. you were the tightest thing and anakin felt himself get lost in that thought.

you could feel this unknown pressure building from deep inside of you, the same pressure that you were starting to feel with his fingers only a couple minutes before. anakin grabbed your hand, holding it against his while he thrusted in deeper than he had done before. that made a whole new feeling erupt in your stomach, making you moan against his neck where your head now rested in the crevice of his neck and shoulder.

anakin was also beginning to become more vocal, not even caring if it was embarrassing to be.

this moment was so right with anakin that it almost made you want to cry out in happiness. he was the love of your life, you’re sure of that. there was no other person in this world that could make you feel the same way that he made you feel. and now that you two were finally joining together in what each of you considered to be the sacred act of making love, it only intensified your feelings. he was filling you up, making you feel whole. anakin was your other half, your soulmate in this world.

and that love he felt for you was beginning to make you get higher and higher towards your peak. breathless moans leaving your lips every second. there were some curses and his name as well, which really threw him towards the edge even closer than before. neither of you were going to last long, which was a given considering neither of you have ever done this before.

“i’m going to-” you sputtered out but were cut off by him saying, “me too.”

one last moans of each others names were enough to make both of you hit that high point, feeling that release that you two were desperately trying to reach. pleasure and euphoria coursed through your veins, your legs shaking as his thrusts ceased all together, each of your chests pressed against each others. you both breathed heavily, relishing in the last bits of your highs before the aches in each of your muscles appeared. your legs felt almost like jelly and anakin’s arms ached from holding himself up above you for so long. it was worth it though, neither of you would regret any of it.

anakin rolled off of you and pulled on his boxers, reaching over to give you his large shirt he had been wearing. he then laid back down and helped you into the shirt, his arms wrapping around you the second you were clothed and laying with you, fingers playing with your hair.

everything was perfect.

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Stubborn Hearts | First Deployment

Summary: Part of the Stubborn Hearts Universe! Sunshine and Bradley have a wedding to plan. Anxieties and some old feelings bubble when the Navy surprises Bradley with a 6 week deployment. Bradley and Sunshine navigating their first deployment together.

Word Count: 10156 -- do we really expect me to have self control??

Warnings: Fluff, bit of angst if you squint, kissing.

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell! Reader (Platonic), OC Shay Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Dagger Squad

A/N: A/N: I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other platforms. All OC’s belong to me but I do NOT own Top Gun Maverick characters. Reblogs and comments ALWAYS welcomed! THANK YOU as always to @waywardodysseys for letting me bounce ideas and for reading and editing for me!!

Immediately after returning from Big Sur, you launched into wedding planning mode. Neither you nor Bradley wanted a long engagement. One thing you both new well was that deployments came out of nowhere and rather than have your wedding derailed, you’d both agreed to keep it simple, keep it small, and make it happen that year.

“Have you thought about where you want to have the wedding, Sweetheart?” Your Aunt Sarah asked over brunch later in the week when you’d returned with Bradley.

“We want to keep it small and not have to wait a million years for something to be available.” You replied, “Other than that? No ideas… Do you have any ideas?”

“Well…” She said, “Both you and Bradley love flying, so you could have it at Mav’s hangar… the wedding itself could be outside and then we can clear the hangar of planes to decorate for your dinner and dance. Or, there’s always the backyard here. It’s big enough to accommodate everyone. Bonus is that neither place has a waiting list.”

“We could also set up the actual ceremony on the beach behind the Hard Deck and close the bar for the night to use for your reception.” Penny offered.

“I love all of those suggestions!” You exclaimed, “Let me ask Bradley and we can let you know! Thank you !”

“Have you talked about when you want to get married?” Aunt Sarah asked.

“As soon as we can get something planned and for it to be what we want it to be.” You replied. “Honestly, we’d both be just as happy eloping.”

“Absolutely not!” Both Penny and Sarah exclaimed.

“And that’s why we’re not” You laughed.

“One thing we can do immediately is dress shopping!” Aunt Sarah said.

“I was hoping you’d both want to go with me.” You replied, “Could use some stand in moms.”

“We would love nothing more, Kiddo.” Penny said, “I’m available this weekend if that works for you both?”

“Yes! I’m going to ask Shay to be my maid of honor and Nat to be my bridesmaid.” you replied, “I’ll see if they’re free too.”

“That’s perfect.” Aunt Sarah said, “I’ll get us a reservation at the cute bridal boutique downtown.”

“I can’t wait!” You said, everything starting to feel really….real.

After brunch you headed back to your house. Bradley and Jake were playing some video game when you walked in. Not surprisingly it was a flying game.

“Hey, Sunshine!” Bradley said, smiling when he saw you, “Did you have fun?”

“I did!” You replied, “We started talking about wedding ideas.”

“What did you ladies come up with, Sweets?” Jake asked, “Are we hitting up Las Vegas?”

“Nope, that got an immediate ‘Absolutely not’ from both of them.” You laughed, “They had really good ideas for venues though.”

“Where did they suggest?” Bradley asked, pulling you down to sit on his lap. “Nothing that requires an obnoxious wait, right?”

“Nope…. All of these options are wide open and available as early as tomorrow.” You laughed. “Although, we need a little longer than 24 hours to pull together a wedding.”

“Sunshine, I’d marry you right this minute at the courthouse or in Vegas.” He replied.

“I know, Roo. But I think our family wants to be there with us.” You replied.

“Damn straight!” Jake added. “Try and keep us away.”

“Ok, so venue options…” You said, “Aunt Sarah suggested her backyard, or Dad’s hangar since we’ve both grown up around planes and are both pilots. Penny offered the beach behind the Hard Deck and then she’d close the bar for us to use the Hard Deck for the reception.”

“Those are all fantastic and fitting.” Jake commented, setting his controller down, the game forgotten.

“I like the idea of the Hangar or the beach.” Bradley said. “What are you thinking, Sunshine?”

“I love the idea of using Dad’s hangar. It just feels like it’s the best fit for us.” You replied. “It makes it feel like even those who can’t be with us will be with us… “

“A tribute to dad and Ice?” Bradley asks, kissing the side of your head. “I think it would be perfect.”

“And our moms too.” You add.

“Let’s do it.” Bradley said, “We can call Mav right now and ask him. I’m sure he’ll say yes though.”

“I know he will. He’ll love it.” You replied.

“Ok venue…check.” Jake said, “What’s next on the list? Operation Bradshaw Wedding is in full effect.”

“I love you, Jakey” You replied, laughing.

“Love you too, Sweets.” He answered, flashing his signature smile your way. “I’ve gotta make sure my favorite new baby sister has the best wedding ever!”

“How many new baby sisters do you have, Hangman?” Bradley teased. He actually loved that Jake was so protective of you. He knew no matter what, Jake would be there to take care of you if he wasn’t.

“Just this perfect ray of sunshine!” He said proudly.

“I have to call Shay and Nix to see if they’re available to go dress shopping this weekend with Aunt Sarah, Penny and me.” You said, “I’m asking Shay to be my maid of honor and Nix a bridesmaid… or maybe I’ll just call them my wingwomen!”

“That’s perfect, Sunshine.” Bradley said, then leaned in and whispered to you to hop up. You obliged, moving next to him on the couch, eyes curiously following him as he stood up.

He went over to his flight bag and pulled something out then came back over to the couch. Instead of coming back to where he’d been, he walked around to the other side where Jake was sitting.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as soon as you realized what was happening. Bradley stood in front of Jake before he very dramatically dropped to one knee. You quickly pulled your phone out to record this moment.

“Hangman, much to my surprise, you’ve become one of my closest friends. You’ve had my back and saved my life… Nobody I trust more to fly with. There’s also nobody I’d want more standing with me as I marry my Sunshine. Will you do me the honor of being my best wingman?” He asked, holding out a set of his wings from his flight uniform.

“Wow…” Jake said beaming, you could see a sheen of unshed tears in his bright green eyes, knowing that even though Bradley had been a goofball about it, this meant the absolute world to Jake. You also know that Bradley was sincere. “I would be absolutely honored to be your best wingman, Rooster. Thank you.”

He accepted the wings from Bradley. Both boys stood up and did the typical bro hug, pounding each other on the back.

You stopped recording and had to wipe away your own tears that had started to fall. Your two favorite aviators turned to see you with tears on your face and held their arms out to pull you into a big group hug.

“That was the sweetest best man proposal ever.” You gushed.

“Have you seen many of them, Sweets?” Jake joked, pulling back.

“Well…no, but still the sweetest.” You defended. “Who are you thinking for your second wingman, Roo?”

“You already stole Phoenix,” He replied, giving a mock pout. “I’m going to ask Bob. I’d ask Mav but he’ll be doing Father of my beautiful Bride duties.”

“I think Bob is perfect.” You replied. “Dad would happily do double duty too, so it’s up to you.”

“He would, but I want him to be by your side.” Bradley said, “It’s important.”

“I love you, Roo.” You said stealing a quick kiss.

The next day you met up with Shay and Nix at the Hard Deck for lunch. Penny let the three of you meet at the bar with takeout so you could ask them to stand up in your wedding. You managed to pull together small gifts for them with notes asking them to be your Wingwoman of Honor and Wingwoman.

“What are you guys doing Saturday? Any plans?” You asked them when you had all finished eating.

“Nothing that I know of.” Shay said, “Jake hasn’t said anything about us having plans.”

“Just catching up on laundry and stuff around the apartment. Nothing that can’t wait.” Nat replied.

“Would you be interested in going dress shopping?” You asked

“Oh my God, of COURSE!” Shay exclaimed

“Absolutely!” Nat said.

“Perfect.” You replied, then pulled out their gifts and handed them to them. “These are for you guys.”

You watched as they opened them, both with very curious looks on their faces. Shay pulled out the card first, reading it. A smile immediately plastered to her face. You glanced at Nat who was also reading the card first, her smile mirroring Shay’s.

“Y/N!” Shay giddily replied, “This is adorable. I will definitely be your wingwoman of honor. Thank you!”

“Thank you for all of your support since I moved back and for being such an amazing friend” You replied.

“I am so down to be the co-wingwoman.” Nat beamed, “I’m so honored to be included, Y/N. You two are my only really good female friends. I’m always surrounded by the boys!”

“Before moving here I didn't even have any real friends so I can’t thank you both enough for being my people. I don’t know how I’d have survived the last six months without you.” You said.

“You’re stuck with us for life now.” Nat assured.

“Who is Bradley asking?” Shay asked.

“OHMYGOD you both have to watch this video!” You pulled out your phone and found the video you’d taken of the Best Man proposal.

They watched as Bradley dropped to his knee and asked Jake to be his best Wingman and you teared up all over again.

“That.” Nat said, laughing and wiping her eyes, “Was the best thing I’ve ever seen. You need to show that at the wedding.”

“It was the sweetest.” You gushed. “It meant so much to Jake. I know he came off as a total asshole to you when y’all first met, but he’s really got the biggest heart of anyone I know. He just built up walls to protect himself.”

“He’s definitely let his guard down the past several months and has let us see the real Jake.” Nat confirmed, “He has changed a lot. I think that’s in part to the mission and everything that happened, but it’s also meeting the two of you. Falling in love with you, Shay….that’s been a huge influence in his change. And having you, Y/N take him in and love him unconditionally as your adopted big brother… damn, you gave him a whole family.”

“I one hundred percent agree with that assessment.” Shay said. “I love that the squad gets to know the Jake I’ve known since the first time meeting him.”

“There shouldn’t be tears when talking about weddings!” Penny laughed, coming over to your table. “You three are a sentimental group today.”

“Just talking about our men!” You replied, “We’re set for dress shopping on Saturday, Pen!”

“Perfect.” She smiled warmly. “I’m looking forward to it. Amelia asked if she can tag along too?”

“Of course!” You said immediately. “She’s always welcome to join us!”

“I’ll let her know.”

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By the time Saturday rolled around you were a bundle of nervous, excited energy. You couldn’t wait to find your perfect dress and watch the girls find their dresses. You decided on navy blue and rose gold for colors so you’d decided to give them free reign on styles of dresses within the color scheme. You wanted them to be comfortable and not wearing a dress they hated.

You arrived at the boutique mid morning. Penny arranged for you to have Mimosas as you dress shopped. You’d given the owner of the shop a rough idea of what you were looking for and she pulled a bunch of dresses for you to try. The first several dresses, while very pretty, weren’t what you were looking for…they didn’t feel right.

“Don’t get discouraged, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, “It’s here. We just need to hunt it down.”

“I guess I didn’t realize it would be this … frustrating.” You complained, “I’m not overly picky about style and dresses, so I figured I’d just find the perfect dress without much effort.”

“It’s different when it’s your wedding dress, Kiddo.” Penny added, “You’re supposed to be picky.”

“They’re right!” Shay added. “We’ll find it with you, Y/N. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“And if it’s not here, or not already made, we find someone who can design and bring it to life.” Nat said.

“That would take too long.” You sighed, “We want to get married before the end of the year.”

“Then let’s get you into some more dresses and see what shakes out.” Your aunt replied.

“Here are some more that I think you’ll love.” The boutique owner said, bringing in three more dresses. “The first two that I put in the fitting room are perfect. We wouldn’t need to special order either of them and I have a feeling neither will even require alterations. But most importantly I believe these two are everything you’re looking for.”

You had to admit the dresses were absolutely stunning hanging in the fitting room. She helped you to get into the first dress, zipping it up once you were in. You turned, looking in the floor length mirror and gasped. It was everything you’d ever imagined in a wedding dress. It was an a-line fit with applique and lace that flowed perfectly. It was a simple tank style scoop neck front with a low back.

“This is… perfect.” You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I have to agree.” She said, “Let’s have you step out and show your group.”

You carefully stepped out of the fitting room, beaming in happiness.

“What do you think?” You asked, stepping onto the small podium in front of mirrors.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, tears filling her eyes, “It’s perfect. You are absolutely beautiful.”

“That is definitely the one, Y/N.” Phoenix said, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Bradley is going to melt when he sees you.” Shay added.

“Your dad… he’s going to cry the whole way down the aisle with you.” Penny confirmed.

“This is definitely the dress.” You said, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Are you thinking you’ll want a second dress option perhaps?” The lady helping you asked. “Many of my brides opt for a separate dress to change into for the reception.”

“Our wedding is so small and intimate,” You said, “I don’t know that I need a second dress…”

“You should try the other one on.” Your aunt suggested, “You never know. And you might find you want something different for the reception.”

“Ok, I’ll try it on. While I do that though..” You said, looking at Shay and Phoenix, “You two go find dresses.”

Both playfully saluted you and then popped up to go look through bridesmaids dresses.

You followed the lady back into the fitting room and she helped you out of the current dress and into the second option she’d picked out. This one was a satin gown in an a-line with spaghetti straps with a lower cut neckline and thin straps that crossed at the lower back. Honestly, it was breathtaking as well. You loved it.

“Ok… I wasn’t really thinking of a wardrobe change before the reception, but I might be now.” You said.

“I had a feeling you’d be swayed.” She smiled knowingly.

You stepped out of the room to where your Aunt and Penny were seated and they both gave you a smile that said they knew you’d be going home with two dresses.

“It’s perfect for the reception.” Penny winked, “This one is on me, Kiddo.”

“Penny, that’s way too much, I can’t ask that of you.” You exclaimed.

“Kiddo you didn’t ask, and I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” Penny replied.

“And I made your uncle a promise that we would buy your wedding dress.” Aunt Sarah said, smiling tearfully at you. “He knew you’d be marrying Bradley…and he told me to make sure to get your wedding dress. His exact words were, ‘Maverick can pay for the rest of it, but I get to buy my Little Bird her wedding dress.’”

You wiped the tears, now freely falling from your eyes. Your heart still had an enormous hole the size of your Uncle Tommy in it. Sometimes it hit you more than others, that your uncle really was gone. This was one of those moments.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Your Aunt said, putting her arms out. You stepped off the podium by the mirror, straight into her arms, accepting the much needed comfort. “He’d be so happy to see you this happy and to watch you live your life. He is watching over you and smiling ear to ear, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you” You whispered, stepping back carefully and wiping your eyes, “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, Kiddo.” Penny said, offering a loving smile. You may have lost your own mom at a very young age…too young to really remember much… but you’d been blessed with amazing women in your life to fill that role.

“We’ve found a selection of dresses!” Phoenix said coming back with Shay, and several dresses in hand between the pair of them. “Holy Shit you look HOT!”

“Bradley is going to possibly need a defibrillator for that one.” Shay agreed, “So, are you going with a wardrobe change then?”

“I am.” You smiled at your friends. “It was decided for me. I can’t wait to see your dresses! Wait until I’m changed and back out!”

You headed back in to change out of the gown and into your regular clothes before sitting with Penny and your Aunt to watch the girls try on dresses.

In the end, they both went with dresses in navy blue. Phoenix opted for a chiffon, v-neck, spaghetti strap, A-line dress with a split up the side. Shay went with an illusion lace scoop neckline and sweetheart bodice, with a full chiffon skirt, a side slit and pockets.

Shay and Phoenix placed orders for their dresses. The owner of the boutique put a rush on their dresses so they’d be in within a month. Your own two dresses would be steam cleaned and pressed and ready for pick up within the week. With dresses taken care of, your group headed out to lunch before you made your way back home.

“Babe!” You called, coming into the house. Both Bradley’s Bronco and Jake’s truck were out front so you knew they were home.

“Hey, Sweets.” Jake said coming into the living room from the kitchen. “How did dress shopping go?”

“Perfect!” You gushed, “I said ‘yes’ to the dress… twice!”

“The same dress?” He asked, confused.

“Nope” You laughed, “I got two dresses. One for the ceremony and one for the reception.”

“Very nice.” He replied, “I’m glad you were able to find your dress, Sweets. Girls have luck too?”

“Yup!” You answered, before pausing to really look at him. Something was off. He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. “Jakey, is everything OK?”

“Yeah,” He responded, unconvincingly, “Everything is fine Sweets. I’m going to head over to Shay’s for a bit now that y’all are done shoppin’. I’ll be back later.” He stopped in front of you, dropping a kiss on your head and giving you a quick hug before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

You stood where you were for a moment, trying to piece together what just happened. The fact that Bradley was still MIA in the house on top of Jake’s weird behavior, you knew something wasn’t right.

“Baby?” You called, walking further into the house. A quick peek into the kitchen revealed no fiance, so you headed for the bedroom. “Bradley?”

“I’m in here, Sunshine.” he finally responded, quietly, his voice wavering a bit. You opened the door to your bedroom to reveal Bradley sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, shoulders slumped.

“Baby, are you OK?” You asked worriedly, walking in and dropping down to your knees in front of him, your hands on his knees. “Roo… what’s wrong?”

“Jake and I got a call…” He whispered, you could see he was struggling with getting the words out.

“From base?” You asked, a sinking feeling settling in your gut.

“Yeah. Admiral Simpson called.” He answered, “We have orders for a 6 week deployment with a special mission. Coyote was called too.”

“Fuck.” You said, getting up and sitting down next to Bradley. “Well… this sucks.”

“It does indeed.” He sighed, “Sunshine, I know this is the worst timing. I’m so sorry. “

“No… nope,”You replied, snapping out of your shock. You turned so you were facing Bradley, “Baby, look at me.”

Reluctantly, Bradley lifted his head, turning his body to face yours. Once he finally made eye contact you could see the red rims around his eyes and knew he was struggling to keep tears back.

“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw.” You said, “You’ve worked too long and too hard to be the amazing damn aviator that you are. You’ve dreamed of this career and you love your job. I am SO fucking proud of you and all you’ve accomplished. I will never begrudge you doing your job. I came into this fully knowing what life is like when in a relationship or married to a Navy Aviator. You never have to apologize for doing your job.”

You paused to make sure he was really listening to you.

“Does the timing kinda suck?” You asked, “A little… but we both know it could be a whole lot worse. It’s a 6 week deployment with a mission… 6 weeks will fly by. We can facetime and text or email when you’re able on the ship. We can plan our perfect wedding over the phone. When you get back, we’ll get married. Gives us something to look forward to.”

“I love you so much, Sunshine.” He replied, pulling you over closer and kissing you fiercely. “We are absolutely getting married as soon as humanly possible once I’m back in San Diego.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me, my love.” You smiled reassuringly at him. “When do you leave?”

“First thing Monday morning.” He replied, “We ship out with the carrier from the Naval Base.”

“Ok, so we still have the rest of the weekend.” You replied, “You can pack while I get some dinner thrown together for us and then we can spend the rest of the night cuddled up watching movies. Then tomorrow we can have the team over to cookout and spend time with our little family.”

“Seriously, Sunshine…” Bradley said, “How did I get so lucky and get such a perfect, beautiful woman to spend the rest of my life with?”

“I think we both hit the jackpot.” You smiled, “It’s kinda what happens when you end up with your best friend.”

“I love you, Sunshine.” He said, leaning in to softly kiss your lips.

“I love you too, Roo.” You replied, smiling against his lips. “Get packing, Flyboy. We’ve got 6 weeks worth of lovin’ and cuddling to fit in and not a lot of time to do it.”

After spending the rest of the day snuggled together and fitting in six weeks of orgasms, the two of you spent the following day surrounded by your makeshift family. Jake had returned with Shay early in the morning so he could pack and you could all get stuff ready for everyone invading. It was a much needed night with your makeshift family.

The night before deployment you spent wrapped in Bradley’s arms. This was the first real deployment for you both as a couple. The Uranium Mission had only been a few days long, but a lot had gone wrong in that short time. You didn’t know anything about this deployment or special mission and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious. You’d just gotten Bradley back and everything had been going so perfectly…you were afraid the other shoe was about to drop.

“I can feel you thinking, Sunshine.” Bradley whispered, kissing your forehead. “What’s on your beautiful mind?”

“I’m just…worried.” You admitted, “Promise me you’ll do everything you can to come back to me.”

“Always, Baby.” He said, holding you tighter to him, “I will always do everything I can to get back home to you.”

“And make sure Jake doesn’t do anything stupid or overly dangerous?” You asked, already knowing Bradley would do everything he could to protect the other pilot as well.

“I promise.” He said, “And when I get home, you and I are getting married, Sunshine. It’s what’s going to keep me going for 6 weeks without my best girl.”

“I love you Bradley.” You whispered, lifting your head to kiss him.

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, capturing your lips again.

The morning came too quickly. You were in the kitchen with Shay getting breakfast ready for the guys so they’d have something filling and warm to eat before they shipped out with the carrier. Bradley and Jake were getting showered and dressed in their uniforms and making sure they had everything packed.

“Something smells amazing.” Bradley said, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you.

“You ladies have been busy.” Jake said, dropping a kiss on Shay’s head before grabbing a mug down to get coffee.

“Just making sure we send our men off with a hearty home cooked meal.” You replied, “It seems it’s turning into a tradition of sorts.”

“One that I am not sad that we continue.” Bradley replied, turning you around and leaning down to capture your lips with his. “Although I could do without the whole deployment bit.”

“That’s literally your job, Roo.” You laughed, “And your own fault for being so damn good at what you do.”

“She’s got you there, Rooster.” Jake laughed, “Although, I admit, I used to be fine deploying for however long was needed, it never bothered me… now… I’m hoping the six weeks go fast.”

“Us too, Babe.” Shay said, wrapping her arms around him, “You’ll both be back to us in no time.”

“In one piece.” You clarified, leveling them both with a look before aiming it at Bradley, “WITH your planes INTACT this time.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jake laughed. He loved how fiercely protective you were of those you loved, and he was happy he’d made it on your list.

“You crash one plane…”Bradley sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“It was technically two.” You sassed, “You may have had help from my dad on the second one but that landing on the carrier was classified as a crash landing.”

“Again, she’s got you there, Rooster.” Jake said, proudly taking your side.

“No injuries, no broken planes.” Shay said, “Just our two favorite aviators safe and sound.”

“Have I finally cracked the top of the list, Sweets?” Jake asked, pouting sweetly and batting his bright green eyes at you. He knew you had a soft spot for him and was using it against you.

“If it’ll make you fly safer and get you home in one piece…” You replied, laughing, “Then, yes, Jakey. You’re my second favorite currently mission bound Top Gun Aviator.”

“That was extremely specific, Sweets.” He pouted, “I’m getting demoted to lower on the list when we’re back, aren’t I?”

“Come home safely and we’ll negotiate.” You teased, “Shay, you have your hands full with this one.”

“I do.” She agreed, smirking, “But he’s worth it.”

“I’ll give you that one.” You agreed, “He is worth it.”

Once the guys had eaten, it was time to get them to the carrier. This is the part you hated the most. It had always been the part you hated with your dad too. You’d said enough goodbyes to last a lifetime already.

You stood on the deck surrounded by families saying goodbye to their sailors and aviators.

“I’ll see you in six weeks, Sunshine.” Bradley said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you, Y/N Mitchell.”

“I love you too, Bradley Bradshaw.” You said, trying to smile through your tears, but failing miserably. “Be safe, Roo. I need you to come home. You promised I could steal your last name.”

“Sunshine, you don’t have to steal it, it’s yours.” He replied, kissing you sofly. It was though he was trying to pour every ounce of his love into that kiss. “I’ll call as often as I can and we can keep nailing down wedding plans. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“I’m holding you to that, Flyboy.” You replied.

“Stay safe, Rooster.” Your dad said joining your group. You’d had a feeling he’d be here to see his aviators off, but especially to be here to say goodbye to Bradley and provide moral support to you once he’d left.

“Will do, Mav.” He replied, turning to hug your dad. “Can you keep my Sunshine out of trouble while I’m gone?”

“I’ve been trying to do that since the day she was born, Kid.” Mav laughed, “Firecracker has always had a mind of her own.”

“I’ll keep her busy with wedding plans.” Shay offered, laughing, “That should curb some of the trouble.”

“Or create more.” Jake laughed.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, “I’m not the one getting into trouble when you’re gone, Bradshaw! YOU are the one getting into trouble when left unsupervised.”

“I want to point out that I had supervision on the last mission.” He said, defending himself.

“My dad does not count as supervision when in a plane, Roo.” You rolled your eyes, “I thought it was you supervising, but you were just as crazy as he was.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him, Sweets.” Jake promised, “No worries. Just plan the perfect wedding and I’ll make sure he’s at the altar for you.”

“Thank you, Jakey.” You replied, smiling warmly at him. You turned, pulling him into a hug. “I need you to come back safely too. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweets” he whispered, holding you tightly, “I promise not to do anything stupid. I’ve got people to come home to now.”

After several more tearful hugs and a final kiss with your fiance, they headed off towards the gangway to board the carrier. You stood with Shay and your dad watching them walk away, taking a piece of your heart with them.

“Wow.” Mav said standing with his arm around you, “You’re right, Firecracker… this is awful. I’ve never been on this side of the goodbye before.”

“Welcome to the club, Dad.” You remarked, trying to keep the bitterness from your voice. You’d forgiven him, you truly had, but old feelings bubbled to the surface sometimes…especially times like this when you were once again sending someone you loved off on a ship.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He said softly, pulling you close to him. He dropped a kiss on your head, doing his best to offer you comfort.

“It’s ok, Daddy.” You sighed, “Guess this means you’re on wedding plan duty with me since my fiance is now unavailable.”

“Firecracker, I’d be more than honored to help you with anything you need.” He said. “Have you two eaten yet?”

“Yeah, we made the boys breakfast before bringing them here.” You replied, “Do you have to work today?”

“I do, but it’s a classroom day for a new group of recruits.” He replied, “So I’ll be done early.”

“Want to come over for dinner?” You asked, “You can see if Penny wants to come, if she’s got help at the bar.”

“Sounds good, Sweetheart.” He replied, “I’ll let you know when I’m done today and I’ll call Penny to see if she’s available.”

“Perfect,” You said, “Amelia too. We’ll make it a family dinner. Shay… that means you too.”

“I will happily accept.” She said, “I’ve got to go to work for a bit today… I tried to get the day off but my boss was being an ass. I am so ready to quit.”

“How much longer before you’re REALLY ready?” You asked, knowing she was waiting to be closer to completing her novel. “Maybe quitting would actually help you get more writing time… and less stress might help your writing inspiration too.”

“That’s what Jake said too.” She laughed, “We’ll see. Just let me know what time and what you’d like me to bring.”

“I’ll let you know the time, but just bring you…and maybe stuff to stay the night.” You replied, “Being in Jake’s bed might help a little tonight.”

“I would actually love that.” She replied, “I’m not looking forward to 6 weeks without him.”

“You can stay with me as much as you want, because honestly… I’m not looking forward to being alone.” You said, “I went from two roomies to zero.”

“It’ll go fast, girls.” Mav offered, “They’ll be back annoying you in no time.”

“Holding you to that, Dad.” You said.

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The first week of deployment went by fairly quickly and uneventfully. You’d managed to Facetime with Bradley and Jake a few times. The calls were never long enough but it was good to be able to see them and hear their voices. Even with the shorter calls you had been able to iron out a few details for the wedding.

“Dad said he’d be happy to move stuff from the hangar and we could use it for the wedding.” You told Bradley, “Do we want to do the ceremony and reception at the hangar or ceremony at the hangar and then everyone go to the Hard Deck and beach for the reception?”

“It might be easier for everyone to be closer to town and with access to Ubers than to try to get everyone safely home from the hangar.” Bradley rationalized.

“Good point.” You laughed, “I’ll talk to Penny. Do you want me to wait for you to get home to find a caterer and get the cake ordered?”

“Not unless they can pull it all off in a week because I wanna marry you immediately, Sunshine.” He replied, pouting. “That's all that’s gonna get me through this.”

“Ok.” You agreed, “I will take care of it and get us a caterer and cake. What flavor do you want?”

“Can we do a layer of chocolate?” He asked, “Or maybe we just have a small cake for us to cut and then like cupcakes or something for the rest…it’s a small enough guest list, it should work.”

“I like that idea, Roo!” You replied, “Easier too if we just have a tower of cupcakes for everyone.”

“I request coconut!” Jake said leaning over Bradley’s shoulder, “Or Strawberry.”

“I got it, Jakey.” You laughed, “I will make sure you have one of those!”

“We’ve really got to stop spoiling him so much, Sunshine.” Bradley teased, “He’s becoming quite the diva.”

“He’s your diva for the time being.” You laughed, “I’m allowed to spoil my adopted big brother.”

“Love you, Sweets!” Jake yelled.

“Love you too, Jakey.” You replied. “And I love you, Bradley. Stay safe please. Only 5 more weeks!”

In week 2 of deployment you managed to iron out a caterer who also did cakes so you’d killed two birds with one stone. You did chocolate with a mousse filling for the small cake you and Bradley would cut and eat together, then an assortment of flavors in cupcakes, including strawberry and coconut for Jake.

Penny had been thrilled to have you host the reception at the bar and said she’d handle ordering the drinks and set up in the bar. Your dad had jumped in helping when he wasn’t at work with ironing out a set up for the hangar for the actual ceremony, including building a makeshift altar with an arch you and Bradley would stand under.

“What about if we talk to Frank about chartering a plane for everyone to get from the ceremony back to his airport then we charter a party bus to get everyone safely to the Hard Deck.” Mav suggested, “What way we don’t have to worry about transportation. You can send the wedding party and guests on the chartered plane and you and Bradley can take the Mustang or even your plane and fly together.”

“That’s a perfect idea, Dad.” You said, “I love the idea of Bradley and I flying together too.”

“I’ll call Frank.” he offered, “What’s left on the list?”

“I think just little stuff now. Bradley and I will need to get our marriage license when he gets home but that only takes a day or two.” You said, “We’ve got the jukebox at the Hard Deck for music, so we wouldn’t really need a DJ… CRAP! We need someone to officiate the wedding!”

“Firecracker, you know enough Naval officers, that’s not a major detail.” Your dad laughed, “We can ask one of the admirals… maybe not Cyclone though.”

��I dunno…” You laughed, “That could be funny.”

“So you have almost everything planned with a month to go….” Your dad pointed out, “Firecracker, we may need to invent things to plan or do to keep you from going crazy.”

“I don’t want the wedding to get too crazy or big.” You said, “If need be, I’ll just pick up extra charters from Frank to stay busy.”

“That’s probably a better plan.” He acknowledged.

Week three, the halfway point, seemed to be the hardest. By then you were really missing Bradley and you were feeling more anxious. Facetime calls had gotten even shorter. You got an occasional email from him letting you know he was safe, just busy. You’d sent pictures to try to help keep him from being too homesick.

“This sucks!” You sighed, throwing yourself down onto the couch next to Shay. It was the end of the 3rd week. You had three full weeks to go and both of the men had gone radio silent. “This is when my imagination gets the best of me.”

“I’m sure they’re just training or maybe in an area with really bad reception” Shay reasoned, “No news is good news.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” You replied, “I just…. Miss them.”

“Me too.” She replied, “Rather than us both sit here and sulk, let’s go bug Aunt Penny at the Hard Deck.”

“Deal.” You said, “I’ll call Phoenix and see if she and the rest of the squad will be there.”

“Perfect.” Shay replied, “We can celebrate me turning in my two week notice at the clinic.”

“WHAT?” You exclaimed, “SHAY! Congratulations! Full time writer!”

“Yup.” She laughed, “Thanks, Y/N. I’m nervous though… I’ve still got bills to pay, so being unemployed is scary.”

“First of all, you’re not unemployed,” You rolled your eyes, “Second of all, you can always move in here with us! You and Jake can share a room, or we have an extra bedroom if you’d rather.”

“That’s something I’d have to talk to Jake about.” She replied, “I don’t just want to encroach on his space like a crazy girlfriend.”

“I’d be willing to bet a paycheck…or my plane… that Jake wouldn’t mind you moving in here.” You said, “I definitely won’t be surprised when you’re planning a wedding not too far in the future here.”

“As much as I would love that…” Shay said, “I don’t know if Jake is ready for that yet, and I’m honestly perfectly happy just being with him.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged, “Either way, you’ve got a place to land if you need it.”

“Thank you!” Shay said, hugging you. “Let’s go get drunk with friends.”

“Let’s!” You replied, laughing.

Week four brought you more charters from Frank to keep yourself busy. You found yourself getting more and more anxious the longer you were without Bradley. It didn’t help matters that you hadn’t been able to talk to him in three days. You did your best to not automatically think the worst, but you had a very overactive imagination.

“Firecracker, you know more than anyone that no news is good news.” Your dad said, “If something had happened we’d know.”

“You and I both know that the Navy doesn’t care that I’m his fiance, Dad.” You said, “Until we’re married, I’m not his family. And Jake’s POS parents would find out something happened before us too.”

“You’re listed as Bradley’s emergency contact and next of kin, Sweetheart.” Mav said, “I watched him file the paperwork myself. Jake listed you and Shay as his. Trust me, if anything bad had happened, you’d know.”

“I just…. I can’t shake the feeling that everything is going too smoothly.” You said, “Our wedding is all planned and just waiting for my groom to come home. We’ve been all smooth sailing since you all came back from the big mission. I guess…I’m just scared, Dad.”

“What are you scared of?” He asked

“I’m scared something is going to happen and I’m going to lose everything again.” You said quietly. “I feel like I’m finally living the life I’ve always dreamed of… except for not having Uncle Tommy still here. I’ve got you in my life again, I’ve got the big brother I always wanted in Jake, I’ve got actual real friends who’ve become my extended family… but mostly, I’ve got Bradley back…and not just as my best friend. I’m in love with him, and he loves me. He’s my soulmate, Dad. I’ve lived a life without him, I dunno that I’m strong enough to do it again.”

“I understand where these feelings are coming from… it’s all very valid, Sweetheart.” Your dad said, pulling you into his arms and holding you. “None of that is going anywhere though. Jake and Bradley will be back in a little over 2 weeks now. A week after that you’ll be married. I’m not going anywhere, Firecracker. You’ll always have me. And you Uncle is most definitely watching over everyone, keeping everyone safe.”

“Thanks, Dad.” You said, sniffling and trying to stop the tears from flowing.

“It’s my job…one that I’ve not always been good at… but my job nonetheless, to be here to support you when you need it.” He replied, “Come on, let’s go for a ride and to get some milkshakes.”

Week five was a little more bearable. You were in the home stretch. You hadn’t heard from either Bradley or Jake, but you kept telling yourself your dad was right and you’d know if something had happened. You decided to throw yourself into cleaning the house top to bottom so the men would have a nice clean home to come home to. You also reorganized anything you could find that needed reorganizing.

“Ok, I’m staging an intervention.” Shay said, at the end of the week while you were alphabetizing the canned goods in the pantry, “It’s time to get you out of the house. I called your Aunt Sarah and Penny. Phoenix is joining us too. We’re having an impromptu spa day followed by drinks. It’s time to get you out of this house.”

“What if Bradley or Jake try calling us and we’re unable to answer because we’re neck deep in mud or have wet nails?” You asked.

“Y/N.” Shay said, “If they happen to call, I’m sure one of the nice people at the spa will hold the phone up so we can talk to them. This is non-negotiable, Chick. You’re literally losing your mind here.”

“You’re probably right.” You sighed, “If I can’t get through a 6 week deployment without losing it, how am I going to survive a 6 month or YEAR deployment?”

“Well, let’s just hope you have a kid or five by that point so you have something to keep you occupied.” She laughed.

“FIVE?” You exclaimed, “That is a lot of Bradshaw children, Shay! Especially if they take after their dad!”

“Yeah, but you could handle it.” She said, “Besides, maybe by then they’ll have Seresin cousins.”

“YES!” You said, “We have to have babies that become best friends and cousins too!”

“I’ll let you tell Jake that.” She said, “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Oh, I will” You promised, “And he’ll be all over that.”

“Ok, let’s go. It’s spa time.” She laughed.

The two of you arrived at the spa, your aunt, Penny, and Phoenix were already there waiting.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Your aunt greeted, hugging you. “I’ve been hearing this first deployment is a little rough. You should have told me. I’d have talked you down.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said, “You’re busy with the kids.”

“I am never too busy for my Godbaby.” She said, leveling you with a look that meant business.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You smiled.

“Come here, Kiddo.” Penny said, pulling you into a hug. “Let’s get you all pampered and relaxed.”

“Yes please.” You laughed, “Apparently I need it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m anxious for them to get back too.” Phoenix said, hugging you, “It sucks being on the part of the crew left behind.”

“You’d tell us if there was anything to report, right?” You asked, “I just… I’m worried something happened again and I won’t know…”

“I promise, if I heard anything I’d tell you.” She said, “They’re fine, and I know both of them will be blowing up your phones the second they’re able to.”

You all spent the day being pampered. They’d surprised you with a trial run for your wedding hair, complete with a trim and color. The stylist had curled your hair, pulling half up and pinning it back. Your veil would clip in and hang down your back on your wedding day. A makeup artist did your make up in soft natural colors, giving you just a little color but not being overstated. After the spa you’d all gone to the Hard Deck for a couple of drinks. Your aunt left after one beer to get home to the kids. Penny made her way behind the bar, leaving just you, Shay and Phoenix to grab a corner booth.

In the middle of Phoenix telling a funny story of the Daggers from their training days, your phone rang, playing Bradley’s ringtone.

“Bradley!” You gasped, digging your phone from your pocket and moving out of the booth. “Be right back!”

You tapped to answer the FaceTime call as you sprinted out of the bar to the back patio where it was quieter but there was still light.

“Hey, Sunshine.” Bradley said , smiling tiredly when you’d connected. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, beautiful!”

“Bradley!” You exclaimed, soaking in the sight of him, feeling some of the tension release from your shoulders. “I’ve missed your face so much, Roo.”

“I miss you too, Sunshine.” He sighed, “Do damn much.”

“Are you ok?” You asked, anxiously.

“I’m ok.” He assured you, “Just really tired. It’s been… a lot here. I can’t wait to get home to you.”

“We’re almost there, Roo.” You replied, “Just two more weeks. How did the mission go? I’ve been really worried.”

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He said, “We were on radio silence so I couldn’t call. The mission went alright. It went according to plan, no lost planes.”

“Good.” You smiled, “I’m glad you’re not costing the US government more planes. But even happier that you’re safe.”

“Have to get home to my girl.” He smiled, “She promised to marry me when I get there.”

“Lucky girl!” You smirked.

“It’s me that’s the lucky one, Sunshine.” He replied, “Hope you’re ready for an amazing Honeymoon. Just the two of us.”

“I can’t wait, Bradley.” You said. “Everything is ready for us to get married. I just need my groom.”

“I’ll be there, Sunshine.” He promised. “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N. Are you at the Hard Deck?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, heart melting at the way he was looking at you. “Shay staged an intervention for me today. We did a spa day with Phoenix, Penny and Aunt Sarah. Then we ended up here for some drinks.”

“Intervention?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion, “What’s that about?”

“I may have had a little too much nervous energy…” You replied, “I cleaned the whole house, reorganized, and had moved on to alphabetizing the pantry…”

“Sunshine, is everything ok?” He asked, concerned, “Why so much nervous energy?”

“I just miss you, and the house is too quiet.” You sighed, “I started to get into my head, kept imagining the worst. Dad had to talk me down a couple of times. I guess now that I have you, I’m scared to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Sunshine.” He said, “I refuse to miss the chance to spend forever with the person I love most in this world.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” You said, desperately fighting the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry while on the phone with him. “So, so much.”

“I’ll be home soon, Baby.” He said, “You’ll be back in my arms and I will never let go.”

“Holding you to that, Flyboy.” You smiled, “Be safe.”

“Always.” He replied, “I should be able to call or email regularly now until we hit port. I’ll see you at the dock in two weeks.”

“I’ll be there.” You promised. “Tell Jakey I love him and to stay safe too. And have him call Shay if he hasn’t already.”

“Will do. He was grabbing a shower first then planned to call her.” He said, “Have fun tonight, Sunshine. Drink a beer for me.”

“I will.” You promised, “Love you.”

“Love you too” He replied, before you both ended the call.

You sat there a minute collecting yourself and drying your eyes not wanting to have a tear streaked face going back in.

You sent a quick text to your dad letting him know you’d just talked to Bradley and everything was ok, then got up and walked back into the bar. Before heading back to the table, you went to the bar to get another beer.

“Everything ok?” Penny asked, “I saw you light out of here.”

“Yeah,” You beamed, “Bradley called. I wanted to be able to hear him. He’s good. Really tired, but good.”

“I’m happy he was finally able to call.” She smiled, “It’ll be nice when he’s back home playing away on the piano.”

“I can’t wait.” You agreed, “I’m going to head back over. Shay may be running out shortly. Jake is calling after his shower.”

“She’ll be relieved to hear his voice.” Penny said, “This is still really new to her.”

“She’s doing better than me I think” You laughed, “Or really good at hiding it.”

You headed back to the booth with the girls, setting your beer down.

“Be ready to run out.” You told Shay, smiling, “Bradley said Jake would be calling you as soon as he was out of the showers.”

“Thank FUCK!” She exclaimed, “They’re good though, right? All in one piece?”

“Yup!” You said, laughing, “Exhausted but good.”

“Ok!” She replied, “Exhausted is acceptable. I’m going to go outside and wait for him to call.”

Week 6 went much faster than the previous weeks. You made sure everything was ready for the wedding the following week, double checking with all the vendors to make sure nothing went wrong. Frank confirmed he’d have a chartered plane and pilot ready to get your guests where they needed to be. He also said he’d have your plane fueled and ready for you to head out on your honeymoon after the wedding. Bradley was planning that one with the help of the squad. It was a super secret mission so you had no idea where you were heading. You knew now you’d be taking your own plane though.

When you weren’t double and triple checking details, you were flying charters for Frank. You figured the busier you stayed the faster the week went.

“I can’t believe our men are finally home tomorrow!” Shay exclaimed the night before you were scheduled to be on the docks to welcome home your men.

“The last six weeks have felt like an eternity.” You sighed, plopping down onto the couch. “We got lucky too… the deployment didn’t get extended.”

“Wait… that’s a thing?” She asked, joining you on the couch. “Even when they say a specific timeline?”

“Yup” You confirmed, “I can’t tell you how many times my dad was only supposed to be gone on a ‘short’ deployment, only for it to end up getting extended. Once he was only supposed to be deployed for 6 months and it kept extending until he’d been gone an entire year.”

“That’s shitty!” Shay exclaimed, “No wonder you have resentment towards the Navy.”

“Yeah… but this time I kinda did sign up for it.” You laughed at the irony. “As a kid, it was just the hand I was dealt with having a dad in the Navy. As an adult… I chose this life.”

“Regrets?” She asked

“Absolutely zero.” You replied firmly, “I choose Bradley. I’ll always choose him. Flying is part of who he is and I love him completely. I will happily wait for him, holding down the homefront while he does his thing. I just might need to find more to keep me occupied while he’s gone.”

“What are the odds they all get to stay together to finish out their careers?” Shay asked.

“Slim to none.” You sighed, “They can keep requesting Top Gun or San Diego as their duty stations but if they want to keep promoting and are in this for life… they’ll be split and sent off at some point.”

“Well that sucks.” Shay said, “I’ve kinda grown attached to these hooligans.”

“Me too” You laughed, “But we don’t have to worry just yet. They just got reassigned to Top Gun 6 months ago as a squadron so I’m sure they’ve got a bit before anyone has to worry about relocation.”

“Let’s hope so!” She replied, “Everything ready here for them?”

“Yup!” You said, “Kitchen is stocked with all their favorite foods, the house is cleaned, all of Bradley’s Hawaiian shirts are clean and ready for him…”

“I made sure Jake’s room was all clean too.” Shay said, “Clean sheets and all.”

“I’m sure he’s loved that you’ve been sleeping in his bed while he’s gone” You teased, “At this point, for real… Please move in!”

“Let’s see how it all shakes out when they’re back.” She replied. “If Jake wants me to move in…or to get a place together… I’m more than happy to. I’m sure you and Rooster are going to want time alone when you’re married to settle in. An extra person living here might be annoying.”

“We love you guys and there’s plenty of room here.” You insisted.

“For now.” She winked, “We’ve got bets going on how long after the wedding it takes for you two to start your family.”

“Wow.” You laughed, “I’m not opposed to jumping right in. Lord knows we’ve waited long enough and we both know that life’s too short. It’s definitely something Bradley and I need to talk about though.”

The next day stood on the dock waiting for them to be dismissed and allowed to leave the ship. Your dad and Penny were there, mostly to keep you and Shay from overtaking the ship to get to your men, but also because they wanted to see the guys. You and Shay alternated between pacing and fidgeting, both ready to tackle your men the second you could.

“I see movement.” Your dad said, bringing your attention back to the deck of the carrier. The gangway was now in place and you could in fact see people starting to make their way down to the dock. Your eyes stayed glued to the gangway watching for either Bradley or Jake.

“Ugh, why can’t they just hop in their jets and meet us at the air base?” You complained, “Finding them would be easier.”

“Patience, Firecracker.” Mav laughed, “They’ll be just as anxious to get off the boat and to you both as you are for them to get off. Trust that they’re hurrying.”

“They need to hurry faster.” Shay said, now on her tiptoes to get a better view. “They need more pep in their step!”

“There they are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a pair of very familiar aviators. “Holy shit, they’re in dress whites. I’m dead.”

Your dad and Penny laughed, rolling their eyes.

“Can’t they just push their way to the front?” Shay asked, “They’re officers after all.”

“You two are hilarious.” Penny said laughing, “I’m really glad I’m here to witness this.”

“I could do without the lusting after officers in dress whites.” Your dad replied dryly.

“Not just any officer.” You corrected, “Just MY officer.”

They finally found a pocket and were able to slip past, now making double time towards you and Shay.

“SUNSHINE” Bradley called as soon as he spotted you. You took off running towards him, launching into his arms when you got to him. His arms came around you to hold you steady, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck, you feel so good, Baby. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Bradley.” You replied, tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You pulled away to look at him before slamming your lips against his in a searing kiss. Your arms were locked around his neck, fingers lacing together. His cover was knocked back, off kilter on his head but he didn’t care. He had his Sunshine in his arms and he was too invested in the kiss.

Finally needing air, you pulled back slightly, not enough to put real space between the two of you, but enough where you could look into his warm, honey eyes. You smiled, taking him all in.

“Welcome home, Flyboy.” You finally said, fixing his cover on his head for him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He smiled widely, “It’s so fucking good to be home.”

He carefully set you down, making sure you were steady. You both moved closer to where Mav and Penny were standing.

“Welcome home, Bradley,” Mav said, pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks, Mav.” He replied, “I’ve never been happier to get off a carrier before.”

“I bet.” He laughed. “I honestly thought I was going to have to block these two from charging the ship in search of you and Jake.”

“We were getting ready stampede everyone ahead of us.” Bradley laughed, winking at you. “Needed to get to our girls.”

“SWEETS!” Jake exclaimed, having joined the group after his own reunion with Shay. He held his arms out, “Come here!”

You laughed quickly moving into his outstretched arms. “I missed you Jakey!”

“Missed you too Sweets.” He replied, squeezing you tightly. You hugged him back just as tightly knowing this was probably the first time he’d ever had a welcoming committee upon returning from a longer deployment. Bradley too. That’s why you’d planned a welcome home party for them all at the Hard Deck the next night.

“Alright, I’ll bet the two of you want showers, to change clothes and a decent meal.” Penny said, “Not getting any of that here on this dock.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Bradley said, “And I promised my girl I’d be holding her once I got off the ship, and I wouldn’t be letting go.”

“Take me home, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You said, laughing.

“Happily, soon to be Mrs. Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” He replied. “I can’t wait until next week, Sunshine.”

“Me either.” You answered, kissing him.

Later that night tucked in bed, held tightly in Bradley’s arms the two of you were finally able to fully relax.

“I think I missed this the most.” You said quietly, tracing patterns over Bradley’s bare chest with your fingers. “Just being in your arms, hearing your heartbeat, being able to touch you.”

“Me too, Sunshine.” He said, dipping his head to kiss the top of your head. “I haven’t slept for shit in six weeks. I need you snuggled into me, to smell the flowery lotion you use before bed, the feel of your breath on my skin. I honestly don’t know how I survived without you for so damn long.”

“Good thing we never have to go back to being without one another.” You said, “We get forever, Roo.”

“I’m banking on longer than forever, Sunshine.” He replied, “I love you”

“I love you too, Roo.” You said, turning your head to kiss his chest. You snuggled in closer, your hand over his heart, and the two of you drifted off into a restful sleep.

A/N: Next up for Sunshine and Bradley is their wedding!!! I hope you’re still enjoying these two as much as I love them! Please let me know what you think!!

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All of this happened because I wanted Billy to be close enough to El and Max to be the one to tell them to "dump his ass" when it came to their boyfriends and them to pull an uno reverse card and say the same thing to him when Steve fucks up.

Okay but imagine if Max and Billy were close, as in super close from the minute they met. Max wanted to be exactly like her big brother, so she picked up surfing and skateboarding, learned to appreciate metal music and cooking and eating Mexican food. On Billy’s end, he was quickly forced to drop all of the friends he didn’t want around his precious baby sister, and he was forced to clean up his act a bit more but he didn’t mind any of it because he loved her.

Imagine tiny Max being brought to the arcade by tiny Billy and his best friend, Argyle and them showing Mad Max the skills she needed to beat the other kids who came in. Imagine Billy eagerly taking her to the carnival and the fair whenever it came to town because he knew that Neil would have no choice but to let him go with Max when Max begged her mom to let her.

Imagine tiny Max seeing Neil punish Billy for the first time in front of her and her stepping in front of him, telling him that he can’t punish him for what she’d done. Neil thinks for a split second about punishing Max the same way he punishes Billy, but he knew he’d lose Susan and any hopes of his good, Christian Man image would be ruined if he had two divorces that accused him of domestic violence and child abuse. He could survive one but another would cause doubts, so he grounds Max and Billy instead.

Max quickly realizes the power she holds over her mom and subsequently, Neil so in her own, devious ways she manufactures reasons for them to be out of the house. Swimming lessons taught by Billy, going over to a friend’s house, needing to work on a project with her groupmates and even learning new tricks for her skateboard were all utilized by Max in such a perfect way to make sure her brother could be kept away from his father as much as possible. Susan and Neil caught on but Susan didn’t want to stop it since her children were getting along and Neil wanted to keep Susan around.

Max would beg Susan to let her watch Billy practice so she could cheer on him, even asking him to teach her how to play baseball and basketball even if some said it wasn’t for girls. Billy would fight anyone who even hinted at insulting his little sister and her constant presence by his side. He loved his little sister with all of his heart, and he wouldn’t stand for anyone hurting her.

Imagine quiet sessions at the local library after school where Billy would do homework while Max would read or vice versa before walking home for dinner because Max just loved the library after Billy had showed it to her and it was a nice haven away from the worsening situation at home. Imagine Billy’s best friend and his family happily welcoming Max into the family the same way they welcomed Billy into the family.

Imagine Max and Billy always covering for each other until Neil catches on and forces them to move to Hawkins after accidentally catching Billy on a date with a boy. Max apologized profusely for not protecting her brother since she was at a birthday party, but Billy doesn’t blame her for it, only his own stupidity.

Billy had to be hospitalized for a few days after the beating Neil gave him so Susan, Neil and Max had to pack up the house. Neil initially wanted to pack Billy’s stuff so he could get rid of some of his things, but Max stood her ground and asked her mom to be the one to deal with Billy’s room as punishment for lying to them about where Billy was so Neil grudgingly agreed to it.

Max packed everything up with care, making sure that he had all of the things important to him packed and included. Neil couldn’t protest when Max would keep bringing out boxes from Billy’s room even if it filled up the moving van they rented because it was Max’s punishment.

Neil tried to draw the line at their surfboards and skateboards but grudgingly allowed it as long as Max was the one who carried it to the van and as long as she got everything in by the end of the day. Out of pure spite, she managed to move all of Billy’s and her stuff into the moving van well before dinner that day.

When they make the move to Hawkins, Max stubbornly refuses to go with Neil and Susan even if meant missing a week of school, forcing Neil and Susan to leave her and Billy at the practically empty house for a week until Billy was fit enough to drive.

They spent that week camping in their living room and seeing their last haunts and having proper goodbyes with their friends. Billy makes sure to remind Max not to feel guilty about what happened to him because it was his own fault and Max just tells him that she doesn’t like seeing him get hurt.

They make the trip up to Hawkins in full road trip style, singing along to all of their tapes, making sure to stock up on snacks and stopping by at all of the major landmarks they could. Neil couldn’t do anything about it because Max had begged Susan to give them the weekend to make the trip since she wasn’t sure if Billy could drive for long hours on end.

By the time they arrive in Hawkins, both Max and Billy are still riding the high of their trip. They even arrived early, getting to Hawkins by the mid-afternoon. After stopping by the house to prove that that they were still alive, Max begged her mom to let her explore the town proper before unpacking and of course, she needed a chaperone.

They head immediately to the arcade where they beat all of the high scores in turns to make a bunch of nerds cry the next day before hitting the skatepark with the skateboards they kept in the trunk of the Camaro. They make it home just in time for dinner so Neil can’t complain, and they unpack the essentials before heading to bed.

The next day, Billy cooks breakfast for everyone as usual since he was the first one up and he takes care of packing Billy and Max’s lunches. He also makes enough food for Susan and Neil to take which Neil begrudgingly takes since Susan loved how Billy “volunteered” to cook breakfast and lunch for everyone once Max told him how much she loved the food he made.

He takes Max to school relatively early because neither of them likes to be late and he doesn’t hesitate to bring her in for a hug and kiss her on the forehead in public before wishing her a good first day. From the get-go, he wants everyone to know that he cares about his younger sister even if it means losing some of his cool points.

Billy had long since accepted he wouldn’t be one of the cool kids if it meant having to go to parties and doing things that wouldn’t make him a good role model to his very impressionable little sister. Sure, he liked metal music and drinking as much as the next guy but if he started drinking, his sister would want to copy him, and he didn’t want her anywhere near that until she was legal.

So, Billy takes it cool and tries his best not to stand out so much even if transfer students are a rarity in Hawkins, Indiana. He could always feel at least ten different stares at him, most female but not everyone and it felt like they were trying to dissect him under the microscope of a Midwestern small town.

Billy could kind of understand it. He dressed like a punk and he drove a gorgeous classic car but he was also on the honor roll and loved his sister more than anything. He was probably the most complex thing they dealt with since the Vietnam War, but he didn’t let that bother him. He didn’t need to make friends here. He just needed to survive long enough for him and Max to be able to head back to California where they were meant to be.

After their first day, he treated Max to a milkshake at the local diner and asked her how her first day was. He listened to her rant about the weird stalker nerds who followed her around and he started to feel overprotective before looking at it from a teenage boy perspective and telling Max that at least one of those boys had a crush on her.

Thankfully, Max was still at the phase where she thought all boys were disgusting because Billy didn’t want to deal with his little sister dating just yet so Billy could tease her all he wanted about it. He didn’t have the same hang ups about race as Neil and because Max being friends with someone was more acceptable than Billy being friends with someone, so Max usually became friends with Billy’s friends and vice versa.

They were almost finished with their snack when some of the popular kids he’d seen earlier tried to come over and befriend him while being mean to Max and Billy did not stand for it. He put that dick Tommy in his place verbally and then physically the next day at basketball. He’d heard Tommy bitch in the locker room about him and some guy named Harrington because they were weird creeps who preferred to hang with tweens than people their own age.

Out of spite, Billy went to befriend Harrington especially when he realized that Harrington was in charge of the dweebs who creeped out Max. He and Steve became a dream team on court, thoroughly demolishing Tommy’s team and leading Hawkins to its first winning streak in decades. He even gave Steve some much needed advice to help the nerds flirt better with his sister if they want to even have a chance at getting her.

He didn’t bother with dealing with the in crowd, only becoming bare friends with his teammates from basketball and not really bothering to make friends outside of necessity. He’d had to befriend Steve out of spite and because of their many times overlapping because of the tweens they watched. He’d also ended up partnered with Nancy in most of his classes out of convenience and befriending her boyfriend out of politeness.

He still spent most of his free time with his sister though, beating the high scores of the kids Steve babysat while they watched in awe, practicing tricks with his skateboard or exploring the little Hawkins had to offer.

As soon as Neil found out that Max was hanging around boys, Billy was automatically told to be there with her every time the boys were there. It would have been a big problem had Billy not been a fellow nerd who could talk sci-fi and fantasy with the best of them and that he was capable of encouraging the boys to pick up sports, something that Lucas particularly took a liking to even if Max was getting more shots in than he did at the moment.

Billy and Max did feel something was off though because there was a lot of whispers between the tweens and between the teens they hung around with and it felt like they were keeping something a secret. Billy was a lot better about not being bothered about it because he had his own secrets to hide but Max was insistent that she or they be told before she considers them her actual friends even if they did hang out a lot.

So, when Lucas invited her to show her the truth about what they were hiding, she invited Billy because that’s just how it always worked. By the time Steve and Dustin arrive, they’re greeted to the sight of Billy braining demodogs with a pipe in front of a bus where Lucas and Max are hiding.

Billy was immediately roped into protecting the kids because they felt more confident with him and Steve there to keep away the demodogs and they make it out of everything alive and unscathed even if Bob had had to sacrifice himself in the lab.

As soon as El and Max meet properly without the tension of the boys there, they quickly become best friends, considering themselves sisters. Because of that, they agree to share Billy as an older brother, not even bothering to consult him about it but he just goes along with it because more sisters equal more fun.

Max and El got ready together to go to the Snow Ball and of course, Billy went with them to go shopping for their dresses, accessories and makeup. Billy was a smart asshole who could afford to charge exorbitant prices for people who wanted to have their homework done so he had a lot of spare cash to spoil his sisters with.

The night of the Snow Ball, he and Steve had ended passing time at the quarry and trading stories until Steve couldn’t help himself and he kissed Billy in the moonlight, fully expecting the blond to push him away instead of melting into the kiss.

Afterward, Billy awkwardly confesses the crush he’s had on Steve ever since he first saw him while Steve tells him that he’d gradually fallen for him after getting to know the real him and seeing the way he was with the kids. They end up getting together that night just as Lucas and Max and Mike and El get together.

They manage to keep it a secret to most of Hawkins but the kids can immediately tell that their babysitters are now together because they happily sit in a separate booth when they don’t fit in the diners and they never stay to play at the arcade anymore.

Both El and Max tease Billy about Steve while he teases both of them about Lucas and Mike respectively. He teases Mike a bit more though because he actually likes Lucas. Billy’s the first to tell El to dump his ass when he’s being annoying and it quickly catches on to Max as well.

It becomes their new thing especially during the summer where they enjoy being single and going on best friend dates while dragging Billy away from his boyfriend to chaperone them. They even convince him to dump Steve after he stands him up for a few dates in a row. Suffice to say, Steve showed the boys how to properly grovel to their significant others so that they’ll take them back.

Since Steve was busy with Scoops and Billy had gotten a job at the pool, the kids equally trade time at the mall and time at pool. They notice the moms acting weirdly towards Billy and they tell Steve who tells Nancy because she deserves to know the type of woman her mother is.

Nancy is disgusted to find out that her mom is one of them and she makes sure to go over there and emphasize to her mom and to all of her mom’s friends that Billy’s her friend who happens to be in her year while all of them have kids in their year or older. She even tells that all of their kids should have a get together soon since Billy’s 17th birthday is coming up and he’ll be a year closer to being legal.

All of the moms turn white at the implication of Nancy’s words and they stop showing up at the pool, making Billy be able to relax and enjoy his work without being stared at. He becomes really good friends with Heather and the rest of the lifeguards there which makes it a lot easier for him.

Of course, since it’s the summer, El and Max want to go on road trips and it’s on one of their trips heading past Brimborn Steelworks that they get attacked by the Mindflayer that’s still weakened at this point so El deals with it with relative ease and alerts everyone to what happened.

The entire time Billy had been keeping Neil’s abuse secret from everyone with the help of Max but when Hopper escorted Max and Billy home from the accident with the Mindflayer with a trashed car, Neil doesn’t hold back and swings at Billy in full view of Hopper.

Hopper doesn’t hesitate to grab him and put him in a hold before arresting him and leaving him at the station while they dealt with the Russians. It left Billy and Max free to help Steve and Dustin with the Russian transmission they found so they crack the code a lot faster.

Hopper and Joyce decide to investigate what happened at the same time that the mall group cracked the code so they realize that this might be connected and bigger than they thought. They radio Dr. Owens for back up and they manage to deal with the Russians and the gate with some military support.

Since no one else was flayed, Hawkins goes on like normal even if the mall was shut down due to a fire from faulty wiring. Life goes on and the kids start their first year in high school while Billy is in his senior year. Everyone already knows not to mess with the kids or else they’ll deal with Billy’s fist.

After Neil was arrested, Susan was convinced by Joyce to testify against her husband and to divorce him so she could take custody of their kids. She couldn’t fully support them on her own salary so they decided to move to the trailer park to save some money. Billy’s car had been fully repaired under government money and they’d been given a lot of hush money by the government but they couldn’t explain how they got it.

Billy got a part-time job working as a mechanic in the same shop as Wayne Munson so he and Eddie became quick friends. Billy was also introduced to Chrissy by Heather as soon as Chrissy came back from gymnastics camp and he instantly takes her under his wing since she reminds him of how his sister used to be.

He immediately introduces Chrissy to Max and El whom Heather adores and together, the three of them convince Chrissy to dump Jason’s ass. When Billy sees the sparks between Eddie and Chrissy, he instantly plays matchmaker, practically daring Jason to do anything because everyone knows that messing with Billy’s friends is a surefire way to get your ass kicked.

Heather and Chrissy take up a mentor like role to the girls about high school life and even if they don’t exactly plan to be cheerleaders, they can be athletes which gives them a good outlet. Lucas is very understanding of Max’s training schedule because he has to deal with the same thing so they end up being supportive of each other’s sports careers. Mike is too focused on Hellfire to properly support El so she dumps his ass for real.

El notices immediately that Chrissy needs help so she, Max and Billy devise a way to get her to eat properly and to open up with the girls about the problems she’s dealing with. Billy starts packing an extra lunch for Chrissy which isn’t a problem since he does all of the groceries and cooking at home since Susan’s working two jobs now.

When she confesses that she’s dealing with an abusive mother, Billy and El are able to somewhat understand and they help Chrissy make small steps in her recovery. Eddie inadvertently plays a big part in her recovery because he loves to see her happy and he’ll do anything to make her happy, even bribing Billy to make her favorite treats.

With Billy as the captain of the basketball team, he makes sure to give everyone equal playing time and to check in with his teammates the way he wasn’t able to before. He’s able to become close to a few kids like Patrick and he had an understanding with Jason and his cronies about what they could or could not do unless they wanted to be off the team which would cost them their sports scholarships which were the only things they relied on for college.

Since he and Steve have gotten together, he’s made more of an effort to connect with the people of Hawkins since he’d be staying for a few years more. They’d decided to stick around together until the kids graduate high school just to make sure they were safe even if it meant changing their college plans.

Billy was planning to head to Chicago where he could study at a decent college but still be close to Max in case any bullshit happened. Steve also happened to get into a college in Chicago with Billy’s influence in academics and his dad’s company was based in Chicago so he had a backup in case he decided college wasn’t for him.

The entire time, Billy has been spoiling Henry Creel’s plans so out of frustration and a bit of petty revenge, he targets Billy first. El and Max immediately notice something is happening with Billy and Steve notices it too. When he mentions seeing hallucinations, El immediately call Kali to come to Hawkins for help. Since Billy’s usually blaring his music all the time, the only time Henry can strike is at the trailer park.

However, Eddie’s usually playing music so Billy doesn’t need to play his. Eddie just so happens to be playing one of Billy’s favorite songs, Ride the Thunder and when Max notices that the music helped Billy float less, she yells at Eddie to play louder.

They manage to save Billy from dying and being injured but now they know Henry’s mode of operation and all of them are on edge. When Chrissy starts displaying the same symptoms, Billy’s quick to learn her favorite song so he can have his Walkman on standby. He manages to save her but he doesn’t save Fred and it kills him inside.

He does manage to save Patrick though after seeing the same symptoms and after letting the girls and the other kids figure out what’s happening while Billy’s focused on saving everybody and keeping them all alive. He tells Chrissy and Patrick all about what they’ve been missing out on with the Upside Down and Eddie joins in the crew after saving Billy and Chrissy.

With everyone there ready to help and Billy willing to sacrifice himself with Steve making Max and Lucas promise to keep his boyfriend alive, they manage to take care of Vecna once and for all. Kali distracted him while El finished him off and they realize that everything’s finally over after Kali revealed that she’d taken care of Brenner on her way there.

With Billy’s help, Eddie manages to graduate alongside Heather, Chrissy, Nancy and Jonathan and Robin with Steve, the kids and their parents in the audience cheering. Eddie and Chrissy both make plans to travel the country for a while after everything they’ve been through and Steve and Billy happily join them when the couple offers. Jonathan and Nancy were accepted to their dream college and were headed there together in the fall while Robin and Heather were taking it slow and exploring this new thing between them.

Max and Lucas were as strong as ever and so were Susie and Dustin. Will finally confessed to Mike who had to actually confront his feelings not only for El but also Will and to realize the difference in how he loved them. He couldn’t live without Will but he could live without El. El and Mike eventually rekindle the friendship once Will and Mike are secure in their relationship while El looks forward to discovering who she is and who she wants to be with her sisters and her big brother by her side.

Joyce and Hopper eventually got married which made Mike pale the first time he realized just how badly Hopper was going to hate him from going form dating his daughter to dating his son but they manage to resolve it after a few months of intense glaring. Susan has weirdly accepted all of the new people in her life that her kids have brought in and all of them get the right compensation they have for dealing with the clusterfuck that Dr. Brenner and his favorite son had created and they’re free to finally live again.

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