#just don't look at pete at all lol

[webslingingslasher]

hi!! can I request frat tasm!peter being sad/disappointed about reader not calling him petey anymore but he's trying to play it cool lol

like reader would come up to him like "hey pete what's up" and he'd immediately notice but he doesn't wanna let it show that he cares so he'd be like "you're acting weird" or something and reading asking him what the hell that means and he goes "haven't called me anything other than petey in a while" tryna brush it off lol and reader instantly knows where he's going but decides to play dumb like "yeah well you told me you didn't like it when i called you that" and peter wants to DIE cause he doesn't wanna admit that he actually kind of likes it and it's just endless teasing and maybe a flustered peter lol

this got extremely long lol im sorry feel totally free to ignore this if you don't wanna write it!! I love your writing <3 have a great day!

*cleaning out my inbox- this is regular frat!peter, however you invision him.*

'hi, peter!'

not that he's counting, but it's been four days since you called him petey and at this point he swears you're upset about something, you just won't tell him what yet.

'hi, trouble.' his kiss must be lacking, your thumb rubs over his bottom lip and you show a small frown. 'what's wrong?'

'nothing,' it's spoken into your skin. you don't believe him, you try again, peter's better this time around. 'your kisses feel sad.' okay, maybe not.

'i'm not sad, you're the one being weird.' you tie around him for a hug, he gladly copies you. 'i'm not being weird, you're being weird.' peter hums, you feel his chest vibrate.

'sorry. i think you're mad at me and you won't tell me why.' you have to be, it's the only reason you've been holding back your favorite name.

'i'm not mad at you. why do you think i'm mad?' peter's tapping his fingertips down the middle of your back, he doesn't know how to say it without sounding like a baby.

'i don't know. you've just been a little less affectionate than normal.'

you try to think back, you don't think you have. you had lunch with him almost everyday and wrapped your arm around his at the table, and kissed his cheek almost every ten minutes. and you almost had to beg him to ditch the party to come cuddle with you on saturday. 

and you're currently in a hug with no time expiration. you don't know how you could be more affectionate.

'have i?' you're looking at him for answers because you have none.

'yeah.' you can't fix it if he won't tell you. you poke his side, then tether your arm back around him. 'you gotta tell me how.'

'you just...' peter's so glad you're in a hug and have your head turned, because you can't see the blush he's feeling. 'you haven't called me petey in awhile.'

you feel your heart burst open. he loves it just as much as you do.

'you told me you didn't like it.'

peter knows what he said. it's just not what he meant.

'it doesn't matter if i like or not, i got used to it.'

you take a few seconds to think about it, it doesn't mean you can't have fun. 'if i start calling you petey again you can't give me sad kisses.' peter washes his hands over your back, you melt in further.

'if you started calling me petey again i would have no reason to give you sad kisses.' boom. he said it and he really wasn't thinking, you push him away and look up with shining eyes.

'you really do like it!' a gasp, you reach for his face- you reach for his pink cheeks. peter grabs your hands, 'no. leave me alone.' you bat him off and try again, he lets you.

peter blushes harder when you coo. 'you're my handsome petey.' his eyes close, 'trouble.'

'yes, petey? i'm all ears for my petey.'

my petey. he really likes that. it shows on his face, he swears he's about to start sweating. 'you know what you are?' it's not rhetorical, you're waiting for him to ask.

peter peeks an eye open, he's never seen you so infatuated. 'what am i?' you place a kiss to each cheek, 'you're my petey pie.' a whine follows, 'no, i'm not. i'm not a pie.'

'you are. you're my petey pie and you're so, so sweet.'

it's been a nonstop blush. you're loving this. 'guess what flavor you are,' you tell him before he can ruin it. 'strawberry.'

peter claws your hands off. 'okay, it's done. we're over this, now.' you won't let him escape without another kiss. 'sure thing, petey.' 

#frat!peter blurbs

[earlgreytea68]

LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT SO MUCH FOR (TOUR) DUST SPOILERS, OKAY?

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Set list:

(1) That Pink Seashell spoken word thing actually opens the show

(2) Love from the Other Side: I assumed they'd play this first, and they did, and they looked very happy with the reception that it got

(3) The Phoenix

(4) Sugar, We're Goin Down: I overheard two guys when I was leaving saying, "I only came to this show for that Sugar song, and it was the third song they played," whatever to those two guys lol

(5) Uma Thurman

(6) A Litttle Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me

(7) Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: I know they always play this song when they play Chicago but the way the show is set up, there's this spoken intro that references a light being left on in Chicago, and then they launch into this song, and so I feel like maybe it's permanently in the set list for this tour, we'll see.

(8) Grand Theft Autumn: Patrick told the story again of how he wrote the lyrics while jogging with Pete. Here is exactly what he said, because I recorded it, hahaha: "I wrote this song out here, jogging, trying to figure out the words. This was back when I wrote a lot of the words. And Pete was jogging with me and he was like, 'Eh, maybe change this, maybe change this.' Before we knew it he was writing all the lyrics." And then Pete said, "Imagine us jogging" lolololol

(9) Calm Before the Storm

(10) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race: They added a little Peterick-y moment in here? I don't remember them playing at each other during this song in previous performances? It was cute, it was during the instrumental part before Patrick leads the singalong, maybe I've just always missed it? They played it each other and kind of did some kind of kick thing with their legs??

(11) Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: Honestly, always a delight to hear this song, this is one of my favorites <3

(12) Heaven, Iowa: THIS SONG LIVE, I SWEAR

(13) "The Take Over, the Breaks Over": OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO PLAY IT, I WAS SO HAPPY

(14) Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: <3 Guess they got over being scared of playing this one lol

(15) Fake Out: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I WAS THAT THEY PLAYED THIS ONE OMGGGGGGG. Also, there was some plan I wasn't aware of to, like, hold up cell phones with pink paper over the lights so the crowd lit up pink???? I have no idea who engineered that but it was CHARMING and at the end of the song Pete said, "Thanks for that, guys, that was beautiful," and the stage was on darkness so it seemed absolutely spontaneous on his part and I think they really did like the effect, so, Idk, future shows, keep doing it????

(16) Patrick did some kind of piano interlude where he played "Don't Stop Believin'"????? It was random but he was super charming, I think the rest of the band used it as a break, it was just SO GREAT. Part of his intro was: "Pete was putting together this show and he said to me, 'Hey, you should play piano.' And I was like, 'I kinda only play songs I wrote. I don't really play piano. I don't know how to play piano.' And he's like, 'Eh, you'll figure it out.'" And then Patrick sat down and played gorgeous piano ugh THANKS, PETE.

(17) Last of the Real Ones: I am glad Mania got some love.

(18) Save Rock and Roll

(19) PETE RECITED BABY ANNIHILATION WHAT. I SWEAR TO GOD. I SO DID NOT EXPECT THIS AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT HAPPENED. If you're going to the show, pay attention, because I looked away and apparently there's, like, a magic trick at the end of the monologue where he disappears behind a piece of black silk?????

(20) Crazy Train cover: I...don't know what to say about this randomness hahaha but it happened??

(21) Dance Dance

(22) Hold Me Like a Grudge: I think Patrick adores singing this song, I really do.

(23) G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: I KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.

(24) My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)

(25) Thnks fr th Mmrs

(26) Centuries

(27) Saturday <3

The show ends with a little piano version of So Much (for) Stardust played over the sound system, so pay attention for that.

The set is super Alice in Wonderland-y and I adored it, it's playful and fantastical and has all these whimsical touches and interludes and I just thought it was delightful and at one point there were bubbles, and I heard some people complaining after the concert that the fantasy thing didn't suit their style of music and really, I was surrounded by downers after the concert, I thought they were perfect hahaha. Like, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. They looked so, so, so tangibly happy, all of them. Patrick sounded fantastic and he looked like he was having a blast, he smiled the whole time.

I have a lot of videos but they seem like they're all pretty terrible, but I'll see how I feel in the morning lol

#fall out boy #fob #bandom

[starstruckmoony]

style.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

summary - you and sirius start dating after accidentally running into each other at a concert but confirm nothing, just to watch everyone lose their shit online.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 991

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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starmanblack

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starmanblack mv leak?? 😱😱

tagged prongsyboy, rjlupin, pete__, maraudersofficial

3,942 comments

prongsyboy last time i did that they threatened to fire me

starmanblack lol i wouldn't worry, i'm irreplaceable

prongsyboy OI NOT FUNNY

rjlupin you're bold af for tagging all of us

starmanblack it's so you can take half the blame

mmmckinnon looks cheap

starmanblack get out

marymacdonald my serotonin levels rose a bit

pete__ are we still your favourite band?

marymacdonald forever and always pete 😚

user728288 did y/n like his post or am i trippin?

user862945 i already cried to the album don't make me cry again

user001991 boyfriend

user446622 you signed my shirt yesterday

yourusername

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yourusername studiocore

tagged mmmckinnon

3,784 comments

starmanblack the amount of times i've tripped on those wires is bloody ridiculous

yourusername gotta love being a singer

starmanblack you're good at it

yourusername 😳

vance_emm seems like a cool aesthetic tbh

yourusername it's a lifestyle at this point

mmmckinnon we should write some songs together next time

prongsyboy and they can all be about how amazing sirius' hair is

yourusername i've got a few in the chamber already

starmanblack i'm blushing

user272720 does this mean y/n x marlene duet?

user647372 WHAT I THOUGHT U WERE ON TOUR

user327776 she's multitasking

user001911 are we all just gonna ignore y/n saying she's got songs about sirius' damn hair?

user338288 NO BUT I SAW THAT AND CRIED THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING GOING ON

user133543 uhhhh new album? pls say yes

user382809 OMG???

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yourusername thank you for those three beautiful shows edinburgh! i shall be going home with lots of wonderful memories and a bag of gummy bears 💕 (special thanks to whoever gave those to my favourite security lady (alice ily 💓))

tagged ev.rosier

4,409 comments

starmanblack so when are you coming to london?

yourusername when are you free?

starmanblack can i slide into your dms?

yourusername you're free to try 😚

mmmckinnon my throat is so sore i can barely speak

casmeadowes i CAN'T speak

yourusername that means i was good 🤪

pete__ can i come for free next show?

yourusername we can negotiate

prongsyboy i volunteer to spectate from the first row

yourusername pay up prongsy boy

user055251 best experience of my life

user293929 I GOT A GUITAR PICK QUDOQIDJQJDJQDJQJSJ

user456268 can you fight?

user288882 SIRIUS LMFAOOO

user564400 i love him XHADJJAJSJA he's lowkey flirting

user919292 doesn't he have a gf though?

user444447 naw they broke up

user667634 I WAS THERE I WAS THERE

user709111 COME TO GERMANY PLS

starmanblack

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starmanblack unmatched unspoken w rizz

tagged rjlupin

4,111 comments

yourusername you look like you're about freestyle it

starmanblack rapping is my hidden talent

yourusername 😲😲😲😲

marymacdonald HOW did you make remus agree to that?

rjlupin i was bullied please come help me

xeno_lovegood is there context behind this?

ev.rosier there's never context with them

prongsyboy evan is right

user029390 someone make green screen edits i'm begging

user372919 are you and y/n dating?

user644211 ffs y'all are annoying af 💀

user747373 early halloween party?

user327372 HELP ME WHAT

user654553 sirius you're famous 😭

celeb_gossip

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celeb_gossip not long after his split with actress emma vanity, sirius black has been pulled into some unexpected dating rumours with fellow rockstar, y/n l/n. the two singers have been leaving some interesting comments under one another's posts recently, and fans claim to have seen them together at marlene mckinnon's shows and several other occasions. the alleged couple, however, has not been photographed together yet. what do you think? 🤔 is this just another senseless rumour? 🤨 or is there something more going on? 👀 drop a comment and let us know your thoughts 😘💋

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user709111 never thought i'd see pictures of those two side by side

user900012 wouldn't be surprised if they were together actually

user915624 why does it even matter? 💀

user362625 they're just friends lmfao you all need to get a life

user422224 i thought y/n was dating evan 😭😭

user374848 HELPPP NO HE'S JUST HER PHOTOGRAPHER

user929397 honestly y/n should date me

user113231 PLS BE TRUE DHAHDJAJSHW

user800001 THIS WOULD BE MY DREAM

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yourusername one day i'm gonna release a song about this little demon and you lot better make it my most streamed track

4,995 comments

starmanblack ooo threats?

yourusername i need everyone to appreciate my pets

starmanblack i have a photo of him looking guilty after he peed on my carpet

yourusername use it as your profile picture

starmanblack done

maraudersofficial THAT WAS THE OFFICAL ACCOUNT SIRIUS

pandorasbox put it on an album and include limited edition photocards of him

yourusername can i hire you?

r.a.black cats are better

marymacdonald as a cat mother, i agree

starmanblack wrong but okay

user433322 I MISSED HIS LITTLE PHOTOS

user111000 AAAAHHGDHSHD CUTE

user726261 I WILL STREAM ITTT

user939290 even your dog got to meet sirius before i did lmao i'm hurt

user937344 SIRIUS WAS TGERE? WTF

starmanblack

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starmanblack dog

6,122 comments

yourusername is this your only good angle?

starmanblack it's a representation of how you see me

yourusername i will be contacting my lawyers 😤

yourusername i'm telling him to bite you next time

starmanblack bold of you to assume he'll listen to you

yourusername we both know he likes me more

starmanblack let me be in denial for a bit

prongsyboy woof

starmanblack don't bark in my comment section

prongsyboy ☹

bartyyy has this one contaminated your carpet too?

starmanblack no i was 3 seconds faster this time

user999291 you own this angle

user172777 YOU AND Y/N WE NEED ANSWERS

user866622 I AGREE WITH THE COMMENT ABOVE ME

user232655 EVERYONE LEAVE HIM ALONE 😭😭

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#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black one shot #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #sirius black smut #sirius black headcanon #sirius black fanfiction #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #xenophilius lovegood #emmeline vance #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #the marauders

[madlittlecriminal]

Hey, would you like to write for ps5/insomniac Peters since he's your new crush 🤭

If so I'd have an idea: Peter comes home all beat up (nothing too crazy tho, some bruised ribs, lil cut on the brow etc) reader gets worried and starts to patch him up and then Peter notices that she has some sexy lingerie on and questions it, so she tells him that she wanted to surprise him, then Peter is just taken by lust and starts to kiss her neck, feel her up, you try to protest a bit saying you need to finish patching him, but he's just like "I'll manage, I need you now."

Make him soft and gentle (he is already) but also a bit rough? Lol thaaannnkk🥵😍

Medic in Lace ↭ Peter Parker × Female!Reader

my god, i finished the game two days ago & he really is the softest boi. i love him so much & i want him

Warnings: mention of blood, minor injuries, smut, grinding, unprotected p in v, riding, praise, mention of cockwarming because i thought about it & i can't stop thinking about it...you'll see what i mean, mention of face riding, maybe a little bit of breeding kink but not really (?)

i got carried away and made this a little longer than intended. i apologize.

"Pete, are you okay?" He gave you a small smile and nodded. "I'm fine, princess. Just a few cuts is all and maybe bruises." You glared at him before letting him sit down on the couch and getting the first aid kit. "Uh-huh." You grab the rubbing alcohol before pouring some on a cotton ball and cleaning the blood off of his brow. "I'm serious." He chuckles and you glare at him. "Yeah okay." He helps you take off the suit and you sigh when you saw a forming bruise on his ribs. "God, Peter." You shake your head as you put a bit of ointment on the forming bruise.

"Wait a minute," Peter sat up and smirked a bit as he got a look at what you were wearing. You raise a brow. "What?" He let a hand trail up your thigh as he looked up at you. "What's this?" You snicker. "It was a surprise for you." He bit his lip with a nod. "I'm definitely surprised, princess." You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words. "Really?" Peter pulled you closer to him. "Hell yes." You chuckle. "Let me finish patching you up, okay?" As you tried cleaning the cut on his nose, he moved away from your hand by going to your neck and began kissing your neck.

You gasped softly. "Pete, let me finish!" He shook his head as his hands travel underneath the red babydoll. "Peter Parker!" He chuckles. "I'll manage, I promise. I just need you." You pulled him away before looking down, biting your lip when you saw his bulging outline from boxer briefs. "I see." You say softly and he nods. "Please, baby?" He asked in almost a whisper. You leaned down and placed a peck on his lips. "Fine. Just one round, okay?" He chuckles. "We'll see." You roll your eyes playfully before kissing him again, but this time more sensually and slowly.

Peter kissed you back without hesitation, bringing you closer to him as his hands still remained on your back underneath the babydoll. His fingers danced along your back as he kissed you, absolutely lost in your lips before you sat down on his lap, slowly grinding your hips against his. He moaned as he felt your wetness from your panties. "Already dripping wet, gorgeous." He commented and rested his hands on your thighs. "Only you do this to me, baby." You whispered before moaning softly. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered and you nodded. "I love you too."

He pulled his cock out from his boxer briefs before moving your panties to the side and teasing your cunt by lifting you up with one arm. "Oh god, Peter!" He bites his lip while looking at you with hooded eyes. "I'm here princess. Don't worry." He enters you slowly, causing you both to moan in unison. You rest your forehead against his before grinding your hips, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. "Oh fuck," Peter watches as you get yourself off on his cock. "You have no idea how pretty you look, do you?" He asks before reaching over and kissing your neck. You shook your head, and he hummed softly in pleasure. "You look like a goddess. Like a true princess sitting on a throne." His whispers go straight to your cunt, making you clench around him. "Y-your cock is my throne?" You stutter out, causing Peter to chuckle. "Of course. My face is also your throne, but we'll talk about that another time."

Peter grips your hips while looking at you through hooded eyes. "Want me to help you?" You nodded as he pulls you up his cock and then back down. His grip was enough to drive you crazy from how gentle it was, but it wasn't enough to bruise you; he's a gentle lover. He moaned your name into your ear, causing you to moan in response, your fingers trailing towards your clit to play with it as Peter thrusts into you. "You always feel so good." He groaned, guiding his hands under the babydoll and bringing you closer to him, making your chest touch his as he still thrusted into you. "And you'll always be my good girl." You clenched around him before letting out a cry of pleasure as you cum around him. Shortly after, he joins you, filling you up with his cum.

You take deep breaths with Peter before he lifts your chin up and kissing your lips softly. "You should stay here." He says softly after breaking the kiss. "I am here, Pete. We literally live together." He shook his head. "You know what I mean, princess." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words. "But I have to finish patching you up." He shrugged with a smirk. "You can do it on here, can't you?" Your eyes widened. "What?" He chuckled softly. "You can patch me up on here, can you?" You blink. "Are you serious?"

"Up to you, princess."

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #insomniac games #insomniac spider man #insomniac peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #asks #ask #marvel #x reader #smut #peter parker smut

[fandomxpreferences]

Deja Vu

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader

Word Count: 3.8k (this got out of control lol)

TW:angst, description of injuries, fluff,swearing

Based on this request

A/N: I hope y'all enjoy this because its absolutely one of my favorite pieces so far and im so proud of it.Also did I scroll through dozen photos of miles and zoom in to figure out his eye color? yes I did.

Maverick watches everything happen in slow motion. He looks on helplessly as Rooster gets stuck in a jet wash and goes into a tailspin. His voice is stuck in his throat as he's forced to see the son of his former RIO suffer the same fate. The fate he promised Carol he'd protect her only son from. At that moment, all he knows is that Rooster hit the canopy as he ejected, floating to the ground completely limp. He mentally prepares to face you the same way he had to face Carol all those years ago.

You're standing in the kitchen putting groceries away when your phone rings. You close the fridge and look at the caller ID. Your heart rate speeds up when you see the picture of Maverick holding you in a headlock with a wide smile on his face. Rooster has been gone on a classified mission for the last two weeks. You don't know where he is or when he'll be back, but you know it should be at least another week. 

You know that this was a no-contact mission, meaning Mav shouldn't be calling you. And if they're able to call, why would Mav call instead of Bradley? You pick up the device and hit the green button, bringing it up to your ear. "Hello? Mav?" You ask cautiously. You're terrified of what's waiting for you on the other end of the line. 

"Y/N. I thought I should be the one to call." His voice is nervous, and it causes you to tremble with fear. "There's been an incident. Bradley's on a medevac but he's still a few hours out." On the other side of the phone, Mav is trying his best not to let you know how worried he is. It does no good, you can hear the distress in his voice. 

"What happened? Is he okay?" You ask. You're doing your best to stay composed and get information, but the panic is leeching into your voice. Every second that you don't get an answer, you become more frantic. 

You're brought back by the sound of Maverick's voice. "I…I don't know, Y/N. He-" there's a pause and you hear him take a shaky breath. "He had to eject and he-" Maverick stops again trying to steady his voice. You about rip your hair out waiting for the man to spit out what he's trying to say. 

"He what, Pete?! I need to know what the fuck happened!" You bite out. You know it's harsh. You grew up with Bradley and know Mav is reliving one of the worst days of his life. But you need to know if you're about to suffer the same grief that you watched Carol carry until she took her last breath. 

"He hit the canopy. He was limp when he hit the ground. He's alive, but I don't know anything else." He's crying now, but you're barely listening as your ears ring. You feel your blood run cold and your knees buckle, sending you crashing to the ground. 

You don't know how long you've been spiraling, but you're launched back into reality at the sound of Maverick calling your name. "Y/N? Are you there?" He's yelling, so you figure he's been trying to get a response for at least a couple of minutes. 

"You promised. You promised me you'd keep him safe." Your voice is small as tears begin to roll off your face and onto the hardwood floor. "Where are they taking him?" You ask, already reaching for your keys. You know Bradley's still hours away, but they're out of their fucking minds if they think you won't be there waiting when he arrives. 

You vaguely register Mav's answer followed by him asking, "Is there anything I can do? Trust me, I'm doing everything I can to get there. I'm working with Ice now." You shake your head even though he can't see you. 

"No," you tell him. "He trusted you, just like his dad. Look what that got them." You hang up, not bothering to wait for a response. You know it was cruel. You know you'll regret it later, but right now emotions are running high and all you can think about is being handed a folded-up flag as people look on with pity. 

You get to the hospital in record time, rushing to the front desk. A kind-looking older lady is sitting behind a computer and you momentarily feel bad for startling her with your urgency. 

"My husband, Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, was in an accident on a mission. He's being flown here, but I was wondering if you had any more information." The words run together as they rush out of your mouth. 

She gives you a warm smile and types for a few seconds. She glances up at you and you hate the sympathy in her eyes. You wonder for a second if that's a look you should get used to before she speaks. "I don't have any information on his condition, ma'am. All we've been told is to have a medical team and operating room on standby."

You thank her, barely holding yourself up as you stumble over to a chair. You plop down and just stare at the white wall in front of you. The sterile smell burns your nostrils and your eyes hurt from the harsh fluorescent lighting. You prepare yourself for the worst. You don't know a lot about hospitals, but you've seen enough TV to know having anything on standby isn't good. There must be hope if they're bothering to work on him, right? At least it was a medevac and not a search and recovery. 

You don't know how long you've been trying to reason with yourself, spiraling around different scenarios. It must have been a while because your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a helicopter. You know he won't be coming through the front, which you're grateful for. You don't think you could stand to see the doctors swarming him, yelling out orders and diagnoses that you can't make sense of. 

You do, however, see the doctors running when their pagers alert them that your husband is here. The receptionist gives you a gentle smile, and assures you she'll let them know you're here waiting for an update. You must have dozed off because you're awoken by Maverick sitting next to you with two coffees.��

You sit up and crack your neck, certain that you'll be sore from being slumped over in the stiff chair. He offers you a cup and you take it gingerly, giving him a remorseful smile. You open your mouth to apologize but you're cut off by the older man shaking his head and putting his hand up. 

"Don't. You have nothing to be sorry for. You're scared and it's normal to lash out. It's water under the bridge." You nod your head and meet his eyes. He reaches out to hold your hand and that's all it takes. Within seconds you're crumbling into his arms, sobs wracking your body. He doesn't say anything. He just kisses your head and holds you firmly as you release the terror and panic that you've been swirling in all day.

It takes about an hour for you to settle down. You sit next to the man who's always been like blood to you, sipping your now cold coffee. It's silent aside from an occasional hiccup from you and the normal hustle and bustle of a hospital. There's no need to talk. There's nothing to say. All you can do is wait, and it's torture. 

After another few minutes, the doors open and a doctor in scrubs walks out. Your eyes lift up to look at the woman. She looks tired. It's been 10 hours since Bradley arrived. You assume she's the surgeon who holds the rest of your life in her palms. Her eyes land on you and she takes a step forward. "Mrs.Bradshaw?" She questions and you shoot out of your chair, meeting her halfway. "Yes, that's me." You confirm, your voice wavering. She nods her head and looks over the chart in her hands. 

"Your husband was in a nasty accident." She starts. You wait with bated breath and feel Maverick come up behind you, prepared to catch you if necessary. "He came in with a shattered clavicle and several broken ribs. His body hit the canopy, and it caused a pretty severe internal hemorrhage." You lean your weight on maverick, feeling your knees start to grow weak. 

"I was able to stop the bleeding, but he needed three bags of blood. He has some pretty severe wounds and needed a total of 112 stitches. He's in a medically induced coma to help his body heal, but he is stable. We hope to bring him out of it in the next couple of days if all goes well." You stand there silently, trying to process the information. 

She gives you the time you need and after a couple of minutes, you look back up. "Can I see him?" You ask. The doctor looks between you and Maverick a few times. Slowly, she nods and you feel like you've taken your first real breath since this started. "I have to warn you though, he's pretty beat up. It may be distressing." You shake your head. "I don't care. I need to see him." You croak.

"They're still getting him settled in, but I'll let a nurse know to come get you as soon as he's ready." She starts to walk away before turning back to face you. "For what it's worth, your husband is extremely lucky given the circumstances. Had his shoulder not taken the brunt of the force, he would have sustained a spinal injury or a traumatic brain injury. He’s fortunate not to be paralyzed. I've seen this exact situation play out very differently. At the end of the day, you still get to take your husband home and he will be his normal self after some physical therapy and rest. Just try to think of it that way when you see him." She tells you gently, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Will he get to fly again?” You ask. If he loses his wings, Bradley will never be the same. It’s who he is and it would destroy him. She gives you a kind smile and nods. “It’ll be a while, but yes. He will be able to fly again.” You nod and she goes back the way she came.

Twenty minutes later, you and Mav are following a nurse down a bleak hallway. You stop outside a door and look at the number plate. 402. "You can go in whenever you're ready. If you need anything, don't hesitate to hit the call button." She informs you with a gentle tone. It's well past visiting hours and the hospital is empty. It's not customary for them to bend the rules, but you know Maverick must have pulled some strings because nobody gives you a second look. 

You stand outside the door for a minute, bracing your head against it and white-knuckling the handle. You listen to the steady beeping coming from Bradley's room and try to remind yourself that it means he's alive. He's here and he needs you. You take a deep breath and push the heavy door open. 

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for what was before you. As bad as the scenarios in your head were, this seemed worse. There was your husband laying on a hospital bed, but if you didn't know better you would have walked right past completely unaware. His usual golden skin was pale and clammy. The curls that he carefully styled every morning were messy and untamed, falling onto his forehead. He looked dead. You let out a choked whimper and collapse. Maverick must have been directly behind you because your knees never hit the cold tile.

Instead, you were lowered gently and cradled in strong arms. You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and thrown in a blender. You clasp both hands over your mouth trying to stifle your gut-wrenching cries. 

Behind you, Maverick feels his own tears fall. He's heard these deep, primal wails before. It was the same way Carol cried when he held her after Goose's death brought her to her knees.

Your eyes rake over his form, taking in all the wires and IVs poking and prodding his body. He's intubated and covered in bandages. You cry until you throw up, Maverick holding your hair back the same way he did Carol's. Maverick had always jokingly asked when you were giving him an honorary grandchild, but at this moment he's glad no child is waiting for you at home. 

Maverick manages to settle you down, and you take your place at Bradley's bedside. The next couple of weeks are filled with updates from the doctors, promising he'd be woken up soon. After a couple days, the rest of the Dagger Squad made it back to solid ground and came first thing. 

He wasn't as pale and ghastly by the time they arrived and you were glad. You would be seeing it in your nightmares for the foreseeable future, and you knew they already had their own trauma surrounding the incident. 

They all took turns checking in on you. Bringing food and clothes, forcing you to shower and sleep. Maverick, Phoenix, and Hangman were the ones who came most often and stuck around the longest. 

Bradley had grown quite close with the blonde aviator since the uranium mission, and in turn, you had too. Hangman promised Bradley that if anything ever happened, he'd take care of you. He was doing everything in his power to keep that promise. 

It's been three weeks and the doctors have stopped the medication and removed the breathing tube. He's now in a coma with no end in sight. The doctors tell you he'll wake up when he's ready, that sometimes these things just happen. 

You and hangman are having your usual chat and watching re-runs of shitty reality tv. He's brought you takeout, forcing you to take a bite every few minutes. Your clothes are baggy and your eyes are sunken in, the stress clearly taking a toll. You're in the middle of chewing when you see Bradley's hand move out of the corner of your eye. 

Hangman notices you freeze and turns to look at you. "What is it? Are you okay?" He asks, giving you a visual assessment. You chew and swallow your food, almost choking. "He moved." You tell him, eyes boring into Bradley's hand. 

Jake watches for a few minutes before placing a hand on your back. "Maybe you should get some sleep." He suggests. You shake your head aggressively, messy hair flopping around. "No. I'm telling you. He moved." 

Jake is getting concerned you're starting to hallucinate when he hears Bradley's voice. "Did you bring me any or were you just going to eat in front of me?" His voice is scratchy and weak after not drinking any water for almost a month.

You jump out of your chair and grab his hand. "Oh my god. Bradley! I knew you'd come back to me." You're sobbing and he reaches up to wipe your cheek. "Hey, none of that. I'm right here." You lean into him, grasping his large hand in your own and holding it in place.

Jake hits the call button, and a nurse comes rushing in. The staff has become quite fond of you. You have the team bring them snacks and you spent many sleepless nights swapping stories, most of them being military spouses as well. Most importantly, you never hit the call button, not wanting to desensitize them for when this inevitably happened. 

The nurse, who was the same one that took you to his room that first night, is smiling so big it looks like her face might split. "Mr.Bradshaw. Glad you decided to join us." She beams. She calls for a doctor and begins taking his vitals. She works around you, allowing you to stay glued to his side. Bless her. You make a mental note to send her a gift basket. 

Jake leaves to call the rest of the team, and you sit in the room listening to the doctor. She looks over his charts and gives him a bright smile. "Well Lieutenant, it seems that coma served you well. You're healing up quite nicely. We'll keep you for observation just to be safe, and if all is well you can go home in the morning." 

You leave Bradley for a moment and give the doctor a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you. For everything." You tell her. She laughs and returns the hug. "You're welcome. You've been a joy, despite the poor circumstances." She tells you, before turning and pointing at Bradley. 

"You. Don't let me see you here again. This poor woman almost withered away. I've never had a loved one not leave the hospital for three weeks. Didn't even take a step outside for a walk or fresh air." She scolds playfully. She bids one last goodbye and leaves to give you two privacy. 

"Come here, sweet girl." Bradley calls out and you rush to his side. His voice is almost back to normal since drinking some fluids and he's gotten his color back. He looks like your Bradley. He pulls you down and you sit on his bed careful not to hurt him. He grabs the back of your head and brings your lips to his. It's a bruising kiss filled with fear, relief, and love. You pull back for air and lock eyes with him.

You make a note to never take them for granted again. Five weeks without seeing his hazel eyes. You take in every gold fleck, committing them to memory. You were terrified you'd never see them again. Never look into them and see the love and adoration he holds for you. Bradley is the first to break the silence. 

"I was so scared, Y/N." He confides with tears In his eyes. "All I could think about was my dad, and how I was going to leave you the same way he left me and mom. I kept picturing your face when you got the news. Kept seeing Mav hand you a folded flag and dog tags like he gave me at dad's funeral." He cries. 

You shake your head, not wanting to think about it. That had been the only thing on your mind while you were waiting to find out if you were a widow. You place his hand over your heart. "No, Roo. None of that talk, okay? You're here. You're alive. You feel my heart? It beats for you. Only for you. I never want to think about that again, okay?" You tell him as a tear falls down your face.

Bradley brushes it away and kisses the wet streak it left in its wake. "No more crying, baby, You're too pretty." You give him a teary smile and pull back. "No more crying." You confirm, leaning forward to give him another kiss.

The room is filled with junk food and laughter as the whole team sits around catching up. You look around and smile, beyond happy that things are back the way they should be. Visiting hours come to an end and everybody says their goodbyes, promising to come to see him once he's home tomorrow. 

You shut the door and turn to lean against it, facing Bradley. You give him a small smile and he returns the gesture. He waves you over and you make your way to his side. He lifts the blanket and pats the bed, signaling that he wants you to get in. 

You shake your head gently. "You're still hurt, Roo. Besides, I don't think that's allowed." You reason. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Neither is you living here, but you're all moved in. I don't give a fuck what the policy is, I haven't slept with my girl for over a month. Get your cute ass in here." He retorts with a teasing tone. You give a defeated sigh, before gently crawling into bed. 

You can't deny that you've missed this. You haven't gotten more than two hours of consecutive sleep since the accident. He pulls you tight against his chest and kisses your temple. Your eyes flutter shut as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand tracing up and down your spine. 

"Get some sleep, sweet girl. You look like shit." You can hear the smirk in his voice and you gasp dramatically. "I thought you said I was pretty." You shoot back with mock offense. He chuckles and you feel him wince. "The prettiest. But that doesn't mean you don't look like you went three rounds with Rocky." He jests. 

You're half asleep already when you respond. "You're lucky I love you." He lays his cheek on top of your head, smelling your shampoo. "The luckiest." He whispers, joining you in a peaceful slumber. 

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of breakfast and Bradley's body moving. You raise your head to look at him, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. "I'm sorry if I woke you, baby. I have to sign this discharge paperwork." He explains. You look at the clock and see it's eleven. You slept for twelve hours. 

One of your favorite nurses comes in and gives you a lazy grin. "Morning sleeping beauty." She quips. You groan, gently climbing out of bed and stretching your aching muscles. "I'm sorry if sleeping in the bed caused any issues." You say with a shy smile. She shrugs her shoulders. "I didn't see anything." She giggles, bringing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion. "This is why you're my favorite." You tell her fondly.

A couple hours later, you and Bradley are on your way home. You pull into the driveway and place your car in park. You help him out of the passenger side and go to grab the bags. Being in the coma for three weeks means the worst of his injuries is over. He still has to do physical therapy and take it easy, but he's doing considerably better and should be back to work within a couple months. 

You turn around and see Bradley giving his Bronco an awkward hug. "I missed you so much." He whispers and you shake your head at his antics. "Jake came over every couple of days and drove it so the battery didn't die." You tell him. His head whips towards you. "You let hangman drive my pride and joy?" He asks with clear horror. 

You scoff. "You trust him to take care of me, but not your truck?" You question with a raised eyebrow. His arms drop to his sides and he admits defeat. "Touche."

"Let's get inside. Everyone is coming over for a bonfire later and we need to get ready." You remind him. 

The night is filled with laughter and loud music. Everyone swaps embarrassing stories and you take it all in, pressed firmly against Bradley's chest. You turn around and give your husband a sweet kiss, and he gives you a heart-stopping smile and wink. The next few months are going to be challenging, but as long as you have each other, you can get through anything.

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster fluff #rooster angst #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley Bradshaw topgun #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun angst #top gun fluff

[silkscream]

could you do a soft fluffy smut with peter in his suit. reader and peter have discussed that hes super hot in it lol. with fingering, reader receiving oral, maybe thigh riding. no p in v. just super cute and soft?

nsfw ahead. 18+ only.

"you're so pretty," you pout out of nowhere. the dreamy tone of your voice almost makes it sound like you didn't mean to say the thought out loud, but when your hazy gaze reaches peter's brown eyes, you giggle when you see his raised eyebrows.

"shouldn't i be saying that about you?" he whispers into your ear, holding you closer by the waist.

"mm. you might be prettier, pete."

"impossible."

you grin, playing with the tuft of hair at the base of his neck while your other hand stays planted on his right shoulder. you sway gracefully while he follows you, stepping gently forward and to the side as he dances to the rhythm of your leading movements.

"you're doing a pretty good job at this. i thought you said you didn't get to go to prom because of your duties. and then that one homecoming dance in high school got fuckin', you know--"

"may refreshed some steps with me before the gala," peter chuckles lowly in your ear. it shouldn't make you shiver this much, the warmth of his breath on your jaw, but his proximity makes your lust difficult to ignore. it wasn't just the subtle touches or the way he clearly started using the cologne you'd gotten him for his birthday last year -- no, it was the fact that peter was dancing with you right now in a suit at all. maybe it was the wine, but he looked so... edible. but that wasn't something you wanted to disclose during the avengers charity gala, where you and peter had promised to be on your best behavior.

he was making it too fucking hard.

"you look too damn good, parker."

"i should be saying that to you."

"you could be saying that and a lot more to me if we were home."

he snorts, raising your arm above your head so that you can spin around during your slow dance. he marvels at the way your hair falls against your bare shoulders.

"how much wine did you have to drink?"

"enough," you breathe against his face. "my dress feels like it's about to fall off, would you mind helping me tie the strings in the back somewhere more private?"

he raises a brow. "i know what you're doing."

"so let me do it," you whisper, grinning. peter's eyes are nearly bugged out in response, looking at you eagerly. he says nothing, only holds your hand as you lead him from the dancefloor to a separate room.

"should we just leave?" he asks.

"no, let's go outside! it's so pretty out."

the two of you end up in a courtyard, eventually delving deeper into the gardens as you get closer to the lake. it's nearly pitch-black if wasn't for the lanterns outside of the exit, along with the bright full moon shining over the hotel.

eventually, the two of you stumble upon a bench that's more than secluded from the venue. you fall into peter's lap and his hands are already all over you.

"this was your master plan all along, wasn't it," he coos into your ear.

"no," you shake your head, though you know he's right. "you know how i get when i see you in a suit.

"what else was i supposed to wear to a gala, baby?"

"i wish you were in your fucking birthday suit right now."

he smirks at you, narrowing his eyes in a way that matches the mischievous look on your own face. instead of responding, he locks his lips with yours shamelessly, grabbing you by the hips so that you fall onto his lap.

it's all teeth and tongue once he nearly licks off your lip gloss. you cup his sharp jaw with your hands, but he grabs your wrists just to place them behind your back, clasped by his one large hand. your dress is pooled around your hips while you grind on him, which causes him to groan.

his other one searches for your skin under your dress until he can feel the slickness of your cunt through your thong.

"someone's excited," peter muses.

"uh huh," you exhale. "like i don't feel a raging boner against me."

he chuckles breathily, which quickly turns into a husk groan once his fingers actually touch the wetness in between your lips. you give a strangled cry once you feel him rub against your swollen clit.

"fuck," you whimper. the sweet sound from your mouth only eggs him on.

"you want more?"

"please, oh, oh my god. just like that." you feel him stretch out your pussy with two fingers immediately, sliding in and out of you with ease from your slick. you can't even begin to steady your heart and your gasps of breath, not from how good it feels to have his fingers inside of you. you need more.

"i want you to fuck me."

"i don't have a condom, baby," he whispers. "we can do it later. let me make you cum right now, first."

you whine as you feel him curl his fingers into you, deep towards your cervix. you had almost forgotten how big his hands were considering how deep he's getting, just brushing right where your g-spot is.

"oh my god."

"yeah? right here?" he coos, nibbling on your ear.

you can't get out words. at least not any coherent ones. your high-pitched whimpers are enough for peter to know that you're close.

"oh my god," you moan. "i'm... i'm gonna--"

the feeling of his fingers making you full suddenly disappears. you whine loudly, opening your eyes to see him smirking and licking your juices off of his fingers.

"petey, i was so close!" you whine. he can't bear to leave you so upset, so whiny like a little baby. but goddamn, does he love to tease you and how desperate you are, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he kisses you right underneath your jaw.

"and you're gonna finish, honey. i promise."

his movements are sudden, though maybe it's just you being surprised by the effortlessness of his super strength. within a blink of an eye, you're sitting on the bench now, your dress hiked up to your hips while peter kneels in the sand beneath you.

you barely get to respond to him before he latches his mouth onto your clit, his tongue massaging you while his fingers soak up your wetness. if the feeling of him sucking on your clit isn't enough, you certainly feel full once you feel his fingers back in the depth of your cunt the way they'd been moments before. he digs into you, reaching the walnut cavern of your sweet spot while his tongue edges you to the precipice of paradise.

the stars come quickly. it feels like a threshold that explodes completely, the bliss of it hitting your neurons harder than you'd expected.

"you cumming for me, baby?" peter taunts.

"y-yes, i-- oh my god, i--"

you can't even form words. the only thing that falls from your mouth is the slight mewl of his name, like a love letter. you whimper as you ride out your high, your head falling onto the shoulder of his suit jacket.

"you might be the prettiest thing i've ever seen," peter murmurs. he smiles softly, pressing his lips to your hairline sweetly.

you let out a breathy laugh. "do you think anyone's noticed we're gone?"

"oh, absolutely. and we aren't gonna hear the end of it when we get back."

#peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker drabble #peter parker imagine #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman smut

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 13

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: I am not doing well with the time change lol

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You wallow in the jagged fragments of reality, skipping through the cracks into delirium. The pain is dull but tolerable as you languish on the couch, forgetting now and again where you are, even your own existence. Figures pass by you and vaguely familiar voices waft in the air. 

“See ya, sweetheart,” Hansen's face comes clear through the haze as he leans over you and taps your thigh, “don't have too much fun without me.”

He struts away, fading back into the obscurity of your prescription laced coma. The relief is more than physical, it feels nice just to stop thinking. No kids, no scummy husband, no skeevy boss. It's just you and the sofa.

Your lashes flick as you sense another shadow. You can make out your name but nothing else. The world shifts painfully around you as a grunt cuts through your brain. Your eyes open as Pete lays you sideways on the bed.

“Honey, you okay?” He asks uneasily as he peers down at you. He leans over to touch your forehead, “hey, I'm gonna get you changed, alright?”

You garble and stay as you are. You could just fall asleep right then and there. He sighs and you sense him pacing along the foot of the bed.

He returns to you, undressing you clumsily. Each time he jars you, you whine and he apologises. You barely register each sorry as he strips away your armour.

As he unhooks your bra, you wave him off. You cover your chest, clinging to the pilly satin blend. He touches your wrist gently.

“Hey, I got a shirt,” he waves a length of fabric over you, “come on, honey.”

You pout as he pulls your arms apart and slips your bra off. You close your eyes, the mortification the only feeling to break through the medicine’s blur. He helps you sit up and unfolds the tee shirt, opening the head hole only to pause it just in front of you.

You feel him staring.

“Babe,” he rasps, “you know I still love you, don't you? It was stupid mistake–”

You groan as a surge breaks through the muddy waters of your mind. You snatch the shirt from him and hiss, your back spasming. You ignore the vicious twinge and throw the shirt over your head.

“Babe, please, let me prove it to you.”

You scoff and shove his shoulder, “look what you did,” you snap, “you did this. You hurt me.”

“I didn't mean– I was trying to make it up to you–”

“I told you to stop,” you lay back with a whimper, “but you never fucking listen.”

Your eyes roll back and you heave a shaky breath.

“Honey,” he squeezes your shoulder, “please, just give me another chance.”

“Leave me alone,” you sneer as you hide beneath your eyelids, “I got enough pain as it is.”

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You plummet into a shroudlike sleep. Your head is foggy and swimming as you body detaches from your mind. You are nothing in the ether of your subconscious.

The depths of your drugged coma recede slowly, like crumbs falling away from a scone. Little by little, the tension coils in your muscles and the ache becomes less dull. It isn't until the thrumming becomes an agonizing pounding that you escape your medicated stupor.

Your eyes snap open as a tickle along your thigh sends tendrils through you, knotting between your hips as you whimper. God, you hurt so bad. You need more of your pills.

Your discomfort is made little better by the stiff bend of your legs. At first, you don't understand why you're splayed like that, knees at an angle, hips wide open. The cool sensation along your folds has you gasping as you throw your hand down to ward off your assailant.

You lift your head shakily and stare at your husband bent between your legs. If you hadn't already uncovered his sliminess, you'd be in disbelief. You're only dazed by the dregs of your prolonged slumber and the intensity of your tortured tailbone. You push on his head, his hair slightly greasy as it dangles down to tickle your pelvis.

"What..." you eke out, "are you... do--"

You drop down and wrack with pain as he prods along your folds. Your tailbone is on fire. He continues he violation as you squirm and whine helplessly. You're nearly blinded in agony.

"St-st-stop," you stammer between shallow breaths.

"I told you, baby," he purrs as he pokes his fingers past your entrance, "I can show you how much you mean--"

"It hurts--" you babble, "Pete, please, you're hurting me---"

He hushes you and bites into the tender flesh along your thigh as he dips his fingers into the knuckles. Your eyes well up as your muscles draw tighter and tighter. You want him to stop but you can't fight your own weakness.

"Stop," you snivel as your head lolls back and forth, "stop, please..."

"Baby, you're wet," he snarls and laps at your folds, "you were wet..." he breaths humidly against you, "before I even touched you."

"N-n-nooooo," you mewl and close your eyes.

This isn't happening. You said stop, you said no, but he's not listening to you. When does he ever? But that's about the chores and schedules and responsibilities.

"P-p--" you puff out.

"Shhhh," he purrs, "gonna wake the kids..."

His tongue delves along your cunt again and he rams his fingers in deeper. Your tears spill down your temples as you clutch rumpled duvet to one side of you. You can't believe this is happening. And you can't believe after the months you spent pleading for you to touch you that it feels so rotten. He doesn't want you, not really, he just doesn't want to lose what you do for him.

You close your eyes, trying to forget what's happening, trying not to feel but it's too goddamn painful. Flashes glimmer in your mind. Another man, another touch. Lloyd's silty slither taunting your mind. You're back on the couch and he's crowding you, touching you, but it's not the same. You can't find that peak. The final release.

Pete slips his fingers out of you, growling as he lifts himself over you. You sense his shadow and the bed jostles you, drawing several squeaks from your wrought lips. He bends over you, his breath scalding you as his body heat roils across your skin. He rubs his tip against your folds and sighs.

"You came," he snarls, "I felt it."

You don't even have the strength to argue. You can't feel anything but repulsion for him. You're not even close to orgasm. You're only delirious because of the ringing at the base of your spine.

He angles himself along your cunt and holds his breath as he leans his weight into you. He forces himself inside, jolting you as he loses all patience. Your cheeks are a flood of horror and helplessness. Your legs fall flat as he begins to thrust, short, harried bursts that have him panting into the crook of your neck. He growls and grits out your name as he ruts.

It doesn't last long. You don't even have time to wish it's over. He's done. He collapses on you and your voice fizzles to a weak rasp. Ow.

"Figure we could get some of that tension out," he nuzzles your neck.

"Get. Off," you gnash through your teeth.

"Huh?" He gurgles and raises his head to gape down at you, "honey--"

"Why--" you gulp back your disbelief and push on his shoulders, "get off!"

"Woah, woah, the kids are sleeping--"

"Yeah, so you do that," you sneer as you slap him, your hand only weakly glancing off his cheek, "get off of me."

"I was only tryna make it up to you," he whines as he slides out of you and sits back on his heels, "come on. What do I have to do to get through to you--"

"Owwwww," you sit up with as much strength as you can must, nearly sobbing from the agony, "stay away from me."

You push yourself off the bed and crumple to your knees. The shirt clings around your middle as you quake, putting your hands flat to the floor as you crawl across it. The bed lurches as Pete bounces off behind you.

"Here, let me help--"

"You touch me again and I am going to lose it," you snap, your breath laboured around your threat.

"I..." his protest shrivels up. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck off," you reach to pull open the door, ready to break down as you think of the trek ahead of you. Two floor down to the cot in the basement.

You hear him harrumph and can picture the pout on his lips. You hate him. You hate him so much that you don't even feel bad about what Hansen's going to make you do. You might even like it.

🗄️

You only make it down to the couch. You manage to drag yourself onto the cushions and get under the throw blankets. You think of snagging some more pills but think better of it. It'll be up to you to get the day started, as always.

You don't sleep. You just lay in the aftermath of what happened. Of what Pete did. It churns your stomach so violently it makes you hurt even more.

It's over. That's what really keeps you awake. Your marriage is done. It's not just his doing, it's yours. You need to cut the fat and yet you feel guilty at just the thought. 

You wake up at your usual time. You swallow a single pill with a cup of bitter coffee. You pause as you look at the label of the amber bottle.

‘Take one pill every six to eight hours.’

You think back to the two tablets in Hansen's palm. You should've known better. You do. You just can't think straight through the pain.

You climb the stairs one at a time and hobble down to the kids’ rooms. You get Simone up first and she helps you with Malik.

“Mom, you look tired,” she says as she takes a sleepy Malik by the hand and tugs him away from his bed. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A little,” you answer evasively, “come on.”

You usher the kids downstairs, gripping the railing for life. As you come to the bottom, your legs wobble. You can’t hide the moment of weakness from Simone as she turns to watch you.

“Mom, please, sit down,” she begs, I’ll make cereal for Maiik and get him ready.”

“Sweetie–”

“Where’s dad?” She interrupts, “he should be doing this?”

You blink. You think of telling her to go find him but given the last time you saw him, you’re too nervous to do that. You wouldn’t want her to find him in a certain condition.

“He’s getting ready for work,” you sigh, “I got some time off for my back, I can handle the morning.”

“You won’t get better if you don’t stop–”

“Simone, I get it, okay? But I’m your mother, it’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around,” you say firmly, “you can get Malik his cereal and you get yourself some too, okay? You two can catch the bus with Erica today.”

She frowns but accepts your order. It’s a compromise. You know you can’t drive. Just the thought of getting in the car makes you want to vomit.

You grab the inflatable cushion and add a few breaths to it before setting it on the couch. You lower yourself with a grunt and shift, your comfort dangling just beyond grasp. The problem is you can’t stop fucking tensing up.

You lean your head back and blow out a breath. You listen to the soft clink of two bowls and the fridge, the pouring of hard cereal into porcelain. It’s not that bad. You’ll get up to help them brush their teeth and brush their hair and all that.

“Come on, Malik, you have to eat at the table.”

“I’m sleepyyyyy,” he grumbles as you hear him stomp across the tile.

“So am I, be quiet,” Simone snaps and the bowls clink down. “Sit down and eat.”

You rub your forehead, yawning as you commiserate quietly with Malik’s struggle. A dash of colour flits by and before you can call after her, Simone is rushing up the stairs. Dammit. You can’t keep up. You’re old and fat and hurt and useless. Explains a lot.

You cringe as your ears tweak, listening above for the commotion.

“Dad, get up! You have to come down and help mom,” Simone’s voice is loud as she nearly hollers at your husband.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbles as footsteps come muffled through the ceiling.

The stairs creak as they descend. Pete wears a pair of boxers and a grey tank. You look away, mortified.

“I can’t get Malik dressed by myself and I don’t know how to make coffee,” Simone says.

“Right,” he utters as he lingers by the kitchen door. 

Simone goes back to the table and you hear her spoon hit the bowl as the chair legs scrape on the floor. Pete stares at you as you ignore him for the wall. He huffs before passing into the kitchen. You hate this. You hate feeling so futile.

You flinch as a knock hammers on the front door. You whine as a pang strikes up your spine. Pete comes back in, a coffee filter in hand. He clammers across the room into the entryway and the lock loudly grinds back.

“Oh, hey, uh, Lloyd?”

“Sup, Petey Pie,” Hansen’s voice chirps back, “hope you like Dunkins. They got a cinnamon roll ice coffee I thought the missus would love. Got you a tall black and the kids some donuts.”

“Wow, you didn’t have to do that.”

You hate these men and how fake they are. More so, how pestilent they are. Two sides of a sleazy ass coin. Counterfeit at best.

“Figure you could use the help,” Hansen continues, “get the kids out the door. Oh, I also called my specialist. Can get her in for scans at noon, make sure nothing’s totally broken.”

“That’s great,” Pete croaks, “uh, come in, I guess.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Hansen sings.

#same as it ever was #lloyd hansen #pete brenner #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #dark pete brenner #dark!pete brenner #lloyd hansen x reader #pete brenner x reader #pain hustler #the gray man #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Season 3x8 Episode Live Reaction

So, apparently there's a Content Warning for this episode?

WHAT?

Anyway - I will be watching so... thoughts below.

Holes are bad is a terrible name for the episode.

here we go....

OOOh flashback for Hetty. "Under 2 months"???

Legal Trouble??? OMG.

Of course Elias would cause Hetty problems. Even dead.

"Four".

"None of you are alive so what emergency could there be."

"You could lie to me once"

"YOu listen?" "You don't?"

Nancy wants Thor.

LOL Steph is back.

"LOL - it's illegal" -MEH.

I KNEW IT WAS RALPH!!!!

"That was rude."

SO, STEPH just went to sleep???

She ignores that Pete was like "GRAB YOUR SUCKOFF BUDDY".

"Just a basement ghost - my bad"

OMG THOR. OMG - you heard her!!!

LMAO !!! I cannot believe that Thor knew the entire time!

Chasing a butterfly???

The way everyone looks at Thor.

The concerned looks on the younger ghosts' faces. OMG.

"They're like what to do mean??? WHY???"

I love their excitement!

GOD DYING ALREADY.

Another flashbook. "No one has called ever, i believe."

Of course climbing out doesn't work.

Aw Trevor and Alberta wanting to save Flower!!

I love their teamup.

Sass is like "LET ME TELL THE STORY." I'm literally the storyteller!

LOVE SASS/ISAAC teamup.

1895 - stuck in a hole.

WAIT TOO MUCH MOPHINE?? Hetty died of an overdose?

WHO ELSE WAS IN THE HOLE.

AW PATIENCE!!! I'm SAD. Purtain woman! Lost in the dirt???

OH NO OH ON.

"YOu know FACETIME???"

THE GHOSTS ARE NOT ON FACETIME. I can't believe Trevor thought he could do the drawer - big step up from Sam's MOM where he wouldn't even try a drawer.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

"SHE MAY BE FERAL - DO NOT ENGAGE."

AHHHHHH!

I'm SCREAMING!

"i will punch them."

Another flashback. THE TELEPHONE.

WRONG NUMBER.

Aw Thor is cute here.

Hetty - Has a string around her neck? OMG... she hung herself?? It's the rope from her death.

Ass Sass and Trevor catching her!

How did you not know??? It didn't register has any thing weird.

"Oh hey Sam."

LOL Sam's Face at this explanation! If only Jay hadn't put away the iPad.

You got her a magnet???

Aw, Isaac and Sam are here for Hetty.

Trying to protect her son. And he could've become a murderer either way - it had nothing to do with your death.

I do really love the explanation of how they all missed Hetty's death and Elias' Vault. Finally it makes sense.

Awww Hetty & Flower moment.

LOL big secret. "I robbed a bank once." - "It's good to have you back."

LOL Checking the Owl Thing.

LOL Jay figuring out what's happening...

***

Final thoughts, It was a great episode. I am sad Steph was there just to tell them about Ralph/Flower - poor steph, but I totally called that. and I did like the episode.

TOTALLY PISSED PETE'S GHOST POWER WAS REVEALED IN THE FUCKING PROMO.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts spoilers

[melissa-kenobi]

Nerds

[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader/PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader]

A/N: just a lil blurb, super cute 🥺. FYI, Peter, Harry and Reader are in a relationship. MJ is best friends with them all. Also I'm not a science nerd, idk shit about science so this may be scientifically incorrect lol

Summary: You try to figure out the missing element.

***

"So if I multiply the radius by- " The sound of your voice echoes through the labs at the Foundation, as you experiment with the different formulas.

"Why is it still yellow?" You mutter slightly annoyed and to no-one in particular, throwing away your attempt.

"No, maybe I should try etat- no, or maybe tri- " There was a pattern to it but you couldn't see it at all, maybe you had missed something. You continued talking to yourself, jotting away your idea. Then you went back to the computer and typed away at it before putting in another trial run.

You were so into your little experiment, you hadn't realised Peter had walked in, eyes curious as he placed a hand on your lower back, "Hey, why don't you try the- "

"Ah- you scared me, Pete! But yes, that's a good idea. Maybe it'll balance the acidity of it out." You jump at his touch but suddenly jump back into scientist mode as he gives you a brilliant suggestion. "You're a genius, Pete!"

"Wait!" Peter says, but it's too late. The compounds reject and cause a small reaction. A small cloud of black fluff poofed into your face, making you blink as stared at Pete, who was trying not to laugh at you.

"Okay, maybe not." You freeze before jotting down some notes on your failed attempt. There was a little bit of smoke on your face, which Peter came over and rubbed off before kissing your cheek. "You're too cute."

"No time for cuteness, Mr Parker, onto Trial No.2." You wink at him.

***

Harry had been watching your little nerdy moment with heart eyes, and mushy feeling in his chest, and when Peter had turned up, he wasn't sure he could be even more in love with the both of you than he already was. Harry felt his heart burst with adoration, and he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle when Peter accidentally bumped into you but apologised with a little kiss on your lips.

"Hey, what you doing up here all alone?" MJ walked up as she hip bumped Harry. He let out a little laugh and gave her a hug before turning her around to see the two of you.

"Ah. Creeping on your girlfriend and boyfriend I see..." MJ teases him.

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, "Don't they look so cute, being all nerdy and shit? I mean, look at y/n. She was so focused that she didn't even notice Peter come in.."

MJ guffaws loudly, cutting Harry off, "You are so whipped for them!"

Harry shoves her lightly, then gives her the middle finger- making MJ laugh even louder, but he continues to watch you and Pete happily.

***

Harry finally walked over to the two of you, cuddling you from being as he placed a kiss on Peter's cheek, making Peter blush deep red. You glanced at Peter, ready to tease him, but Harry placed a kiss on your lips, making you blush too.

Peter looked at you with a grin, before a look of realisation passed over him as he looked at your face, making it click for you too.

Red. It was a deep red.

"Rubidium!" The two of you chimed in response, all of it clicking together. You both pull away from Harry as he looks at you two dumbfounded.

"Of course!" You say as you looked at Peter, who made a 'doh' face and gestured that you two were idiots for not realising it sooner. You ran quickly to grab some and added it to the container. The rubidium instantly neutralised the colour of it, making both you and Peter 'woah' in sync. "It actually worked!"

"Harry Osborn, you are a genius!" Peter grinned.

"We needed our third element, didn't we Pete?" You giggled as Harry pulled the two of you into a hug, the three of you all cuddling.

"I love you, my two nerds..." Harry laughs, his smile warm and content.

***

#ps4 peter parker x reader #ps5 peter parker x reader #insomniac peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #insomniac peter parker #ps5 peter parker #ps5 harry osborn x reader #harry osborn x you #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn x y/n #insomniac harry osborn #insomniac spider man #marvel's spider man 2 #ps5 spiderman #spider man 2 ps5 #spiderman #insomniac mary jane watson

[stellarspecter]

okay i don't know if the hyperfixation will hold long enough for me to actually write this but au where everything is the same but the waylon house is just a bit more structurally sound. max doesn't die and is like 'thanks for this guys, is that the whole party or?' and everyone just sort of looks at each other like. well we don't want to anger him so what can we say but yes. and so the nerds and max end up hanging out for a night in the waylon house and the worst thing that happens is grace chastity is tempted to have a beer for the first time (she doesn't though. but with max offering it's very hard for her to refuse. or focus lol) max keeps giving them weird backhanded compliments like 'wow you guys are way cooler than you look, how'd that happen' which is not the best but it's way better than being beat up for daring to be in his line of sight, so they'll take it.

so they all hang out for the night, max is like weirdly chill and friendly, eventually he leaves and they're left standing outside the waylon house like. ?? what the fuck??? did we just befriend max jagerman???? the nerds are still apprehensive considering pete still has a black eye, grace is still boiling with religious zeal and repressed lust, and steph still doesn't really like him, but they can't help but remember how he said that trying to prank him was the nicest thing someone's ever done for him. and that just can't be true, considering he's literally the star quarterback and the main character of hatchetfield high, but.... the fact that he felt like it enough says a lot, doesn't it?

so they decide to leave the prank footage to gather dust and figure this was probably the best outcome they could have hoped for. who knows what they'll walk into at school tomorrow? maybe max will become a friend.

#and he does :) #nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #npmd #i just. the brainworms. they're in me #if anything it would just be a oneshot i'm not trying to rewrite the show or anything #but like yeah max joins the friend group :) #do you ever think about how genuinely touched he was that they basically made him his own haunted house? #that shit was exposure therapy and they didn't even know it #and like dear god 'this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me'??? lines to go crazy about forever!!!! #bc like he's popular he's a star everyone knows him but no one's nice to him? do we know anything about his family? #and like obviously he's an asshole so like yeah why would people be nice to him if he's such a dick #but like.... consider this: babygirl #he was really endearing in that minute between being pranked and dying ok? #he was like a totally different person the minute the social pressure was gone #ok ok enough tag rambling. if enough people want this i will actually write it #*speaks

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #fluff #reader insert

[vbecker10]

Hi! Could I make a Loki request? Reader is a shy little office worker at stark tower, quiet and keeps to herself mostly. She hears the other ladies brag about dating shield agents and catches them all giving her the side eye and making teasing comments because they think she’s single and will always be lonely cause of her shyness. Until she starts receiving flowers and small gifts at her desk at random times. Someone says she sent them to herself trying to put on a show or something for attention. Until one day Loki walks into the office carrying take out and a sunflower (readers favorite). Pulls her up from her chair, kisses her deeply saying ‘happy anniversary’ and takes her out of there for the rest of the day. Now the other office ladies are a little jealous but keep their mouths shut from now on.

Thank you for this one! I absolutely love this idea! I changed a few things slightly, I hope that's ok and I kinda ran with the sunflower thing lol 💚💚💚

Sunflower

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: people being jerks, mild smut, touch of angst, self doubt a bit, fluff

Summary: You prefer to keep your private life private, being a naturally quiet person, but the growing rumors and rude comments at work have started to make you question if you should just finally tell everyone the truth about you and the God they are all obsessed with...

Word Count: 3.5k words

(Monday morning)

You keep your head down as you get off the elevator and make your way through the office towards your desk. The large, open room is full of chatter, everyone standing around their desks talking about their weekends. 

“Um, excuse me,” you stop, your path blocked by the three women who sit closest to you. You can feel them all looking at you but you keep your eyes down, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation that happens every single Monday. 

“Oh, good morning Y/N. You're so quiet, we didn’t even see you,” Megan scoffs but none of them move. “So, did you finally do something this weekend that was worth talking about?” 

"I'm sure it wasn't as exciting as yours," you answer, trying to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible.

"You're probably right, but tell us anyway," she insists.

"I went to a bookstore, had lunch in the park and the Met had a new exhibit on-" you begin to describe your weekend but are cut off.

“Wow, sounds super fun” Pam interrupts, rolling her eyes while the other two giggle.

You bite your lip and look down again while you tried to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation. All you wanted to do was get to your desk and get on with your work. Why couldn't people just understand that you preferred to be quiet, you disliked talking about your private life especially with people who weren't your friends. There was no reason they needed to know you weren't alone, they never would have believed you anyway so why would you bother, you thought to yourself. They weren’t interested in your life, they only asked so they could tell you how much better they thought their life was.

"Pete and I stayed in the cutest little bed and breakfast in Pennsylvania. It was so romantic," Megan brags. "We're thinking of going to a vineyard next weekend," she adds.

"Oh wow, you'll have to let me know where. Hector and I want to go away for a few days when he gets back from his next mission. He's going to be lead agent so he'll need to relax I'm sure," Pam says but you're barely listening anymore.

"Speaking of relaxing, Mitch and I are going to spend a few weeks in August in Cape Cod. We rented a beach house, you should bring the guys for a weekend, it'll be fun," Lacy tells Megan and Pam. "Oh, I mean I guess you could come too but it's better when your a couple. Being alone would probably be really depressing for you," she adds when she looks over at you.

You shrug but don't respond, you were used to them referring to you as single even though you hadn't been for a long time. When you were first hired at SHIELD, the three of them kept making comments about how sad it was that you were alone and didn't have anyone. They began giving you unsolicited advice, telling you that you were too quiet and withdrawn. They told you that you needed to be more outgoing because no one would ever notice you, especially not a SHIELD agent like their boyfriends. It turned out they were right about the SHIELD agents not being interested in you but didn't care... two months after you were hired, you ran into a God on your day off and you had been his ever since.

“Can I just get to my desk, I have a meeting with Loki and Thor soon about the-,” you start to explain, trying to change the subject which unfortunately works too well.

"Mmm, now that's something fun I'd like to do," she says with a laugh, fanning herself dramatically while the others agree. The conversation quickly shifts to all the things they would let the tall, raven haired God do to them, forgetting completely about their own boyfriends. You stand there quietly as they comment on his long, slender fingers and joke about his nickname, Silvertongue.

"You know, I heard he's dating someone," Pam sighs as she finally makes her way towards her desk.

"What? No I thought that was just a rumor," Lacy sounds almost disappointed and you almost laugh to yourself.

Pam shakes her head, "I think it might be true... I was behind him on line this morning to get coffee and he ordered two different types."

"You're basing this whole thing on a second cup of coffee?" Megan laughs.

"No... I've heard other things too," Pam says but you just sit at your desk quietly while you play with the to-go lid on your coffee cup. They continue to speculate on the mystery of the extra coffee but your mind wanders to the memory of when Loki gave it to you.

(An hour earlier)

You turn the corner and walk past the conference rooms, heading for the smallest one at the far end of the hall, like you have almost every morning for the last six months. You walk past a few agents and analysts, saying good morning as they hurry to their meetings. When you reach the door you are looking for, you knock once and it opens quickly to let you inside.

As soon as the door closes, Loki pushes your back against it with a smirk, his hands instantly settle on your waist. "Good morning sunflower," he says looking down at you.

Loki has more than a few pet names for you but sunflower is by far his favorite and it never fails to make you smile. He began calling you that only a month into your relationship, when he took you to a botanical garden. The two of you spent hours walking through the gardens, looking at all the beautiful trees and flowers, he never let go of your hand once. As you were leaving, Loki offered to buy you flowers and asked which you would like. He couldn't help but laugh when you hung your head in disappointment, telling him sunflowers were your favorite but they didn't have any. He kissed your cheek lightly then waved his hand dramatically, conjuring a small bouquet of sunflowers for you. As he left your apartment that night, he kissed you lovingly and whispered, 'Goodnight sunflower.'

You reach up, putting your arms around his neck, "Good morning Loki."

Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss his lips quickly before putting your feet flat on the floor again. You knew that wasn't nearly enough to appease your favorite God but you were willing to risk it.

Loki raises his eyebrow as he presses his body against yours and says, "Well that certainly won't do."

You stifle a giggle and try to act innocent, "Should I try again?"

He simply nods and you raise yourself on your tiptoes again, he leans down to help close the distance been your lips and his. You ghost your lips over his lower lip, just barely touching him. Loki moves forward to capture your lips fully but you pull back causing him to growl in annoyance.

You bite your lip as Loki shakes his head, his eyes fixed on yours as he towers over you. "Its too early in the morning for these games of yours love," he says, the tone of his voice letting you know he's in control, not you. He brings his lips to yours, kissing you hard as one of his hands slides up to your neck and his other hand grips your hip tighter. You kiss Loki back, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to find yours, instantly abandoning the idea of teasing him further.

"I still think one of your more useful spells is keeping coffee warm," you say, making Loki laugh as he hands you your coffee when its finally time for you both to go to work.

"I love you, Y/N. I will see you tonight," he says as he picks up his coffee and opens the door for you.

"I love you too," you respond before you walk into the hallway and go your separate ways without anyone noticing.

(Monday night)

You sit on the edge of the couch wearing a pair of shorts and one of Loki's t-shirts, holding a throw pillow against your chest as you absent mindedly change the channel again and again. You aren't looking for anything in particular, just noise to drown out the thoughts that have been eating at you most of the day.

"Hi sunflower," Loki says cheerfully as he closes the door to your apartment.

"Hi Loki," you respond, turning off the TV.

He kicks off his shoes and walks over to you, his smile fading quickly. "Darling... what's wrong?" he asks, sitting next to you on the couch.

You shake your head and hold the pillow tighter, trying not to look at him. He rests his hand on your knee and squeezes it lightly. "Y/N, talk to me, please," he urges and you nod as you sit up a bit.

"Are you..." your voice wavers and you try again, "Are you embarrassed to be with me?"

He touches your chin and gently makes you look at him. He looks concerned as he leans closer to you, "Of course not Y/N. What would make you worry about something so ridiculous?"

"Well... I-" you stammer. "There are rumors going around the Tower that you're dating someone," you start to explain.

"I am," he says matter of factly.

"I know but... you know Pam, Lacy and Megan?" you ask and he nods.

"You've told me about them before but I've only met with Pam once a few weeks ago," he answers.

"They are obsessed with you lately," you tell him. "And it was worse today, they spent all day trying to figure out why no one had ever seen or heard anything about your her. Megan told them she figured you must be ashamed of her for some reason, because why else wouldn't you take her to Tony’s parties. Lacy and Pam joined in of course and they kept coming with more and more reasons why you would hide who you were with... I don't know it was just hard to listen to that for hours I guess."

"Y/N, I would never hide you," he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Do you know what I did right after our first date?" he asks you and you shake your head no. "I went straight to Thor’s room and told him I had met the most amazing woman in the nine realms," Loki says.

"I didn't know that," you smile, you knew Thor was aware you were together but you had no idea Loki had told him from the beginning.

He chuckles, "He made fun of me a bit for it actually but I didn't care. I know it may seem like I am keeping you a secret, but the moment I met you, I told the only person who has ever had a vague interest in my life about you." You laugh a little, picturing Loki gossiping to Thor but it makes you feel so loved to know he couldn't wait to tell his brother he had met you.

"And you know, I don't take you to Stark’s parties because I don't even want to go. My favorite part of those nights has always been when I can slip out unnoticed and come here," he says and you nod knowing what he's telling you is true, not what your coworkers guessed.

"I'm sorry I let them all get to me today," your smile fades a bit and you feel guilty for doubting him.

"I hate that they made you feel like this," he says, kissing your forehead when you lean on him. He puts his arm around you and asks, "Do you still want to keep this separate from work or do you want to tell them? I will do whatever makes you feel more comfortable, sunflower." You start to nod but then shake your head and then shrug as you pull the pillow up to your face.

"I don't have any idea what that means," he chuckles as he takes the pillow away from you. "Would you like to try again?"

"I want people to know about us," you tell him and he smiles. "Maybe then they will stop thirsting over you," you mumble and he looks at you questioningly.

"I.... well, ok I told them I had a meeting with you and Thor this morning and the whole conversation suddenly turned. They were all talking about how hot you are and the kinds of things they would let you do to them. Pam even joked it was such a long list, they should write it down and I just..." you trail off for a moment. "I got jealous? Does that make sense, I'm not sure how to explain it," you say more as a question than a statement.

Loki laughs lightly and you pick up the pillow from his lap, hitting him in the chest with it. "Its not funny," you pout and cross your arms.

"It is a little," he says, taking the pillow back and throwing it on the floor this time. He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you so you are sitting on his lap facing him. He keeps one hand around your waist and your hands settle on his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt lightly. Loki plays with the ends of your hair and looks into your eyes, slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"Y/N, they can talk all they want about me but I'm yours and no one else's. I love you," he says and you move forward, pressing your lips to his.

"I love you, Loki," you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubs your back lightly.

You sit in silence for a moment then Loki says, "I like the idea of them all knowing you're mine."

(Tuesday through Thursday)

Tuesday morning, you settle into your desk and notice a small emerald green box on top of your papers. Loki was always bringing you little gifts or flowers when you were on dates or at your apartment but you had never gotten a gift while at work before. You open the box and smile to yourself as you hold the 3 inch tall crystal sunflower carefully in your hand. Its beautiful, you can't wait to tell him how much you love it when you see him later tonight.

After a late afternoon meeting on Wednesday, you find a second green box on your desk and it is slightly larger. You pick up the box and as you start to open it, you notice Pam watching you over her shoulder. You ignore her staring, too excited to see what else Loki sent you. You giggle when you realize it is another sunflower gift, this time is a white picture frame and behind the glass is a handcrafted sunflower flower. You lean the frame against the wall of your cubicle and move the crystal flower next to it, suddenly aware that all three of your coworkers are watching you.

The next morning there is yet another green box waiting for you, it's larger still and sitting on your chair. You pull out your chair and sit down, placing the box on your desk as you feel Megan, Pam and Lacy coming up from behind you.

"Another gift?" Megan asks and you nod.

"I can't believe it, looks like you have a secret admirer, Y/N," Lacy says sarcastically.

"Seems like it," you smile at the adorably fuzzy teddy bear that was in the box. You sit him up on your desk and adjust the tall, fake sunflower he is holding. When Loki picks a theme he really sticks with it, you think to yourself.

"What's with all the sunflowers?" Pam asks.

You don't let her judgemental tone bother you, instead you answer her with a smile, "He must know they're my favorite."

You can hear the three of them whispering at various times throughout the day and you are only able to catch small pieces. From what you were able to hear, it seems they had decided the gifts couldn't possibly be from a mystery man.

"She has to be sending them to herself," Pam whispers and the others agree.

"Of course she is, who would be interested in her?" Megan responds. "I mean really, three gifts in two days is a little much."

"I think it's sad," Lacy adds.

When you return from having lunch with Loki you find yet another gift. You look at the long, thin box and wonder briefly how he keeps putting all of these presents on your desk without being seen but shake your head when you remember he's a trickster God who can do magic. Before you can open the present, your computer chimes to remind you of an upcoming meeting. You place the box in your top drawer and leave the office, walking past Megan, Lacy and Pam.

You walk back into the office and hour later and see the three of them standing around your desk and whispering to each other. "Can I help you with something?" you ask when you get closer. They all move back from your desk and you see another, very small green box resting on your keyboard.

"We were just curious to see what the mystery man sent you this time," Megan says as she leans on the wall of your cubicle.

"Oh, he sent me two things actually," you inform her as you take the slim box out of the drawer. Her smug smile fades a bit, it's easy to tell by the shape of the boxes that they both most likely contain jewelry. You open the thin box first and pick up the long gold chain, laying down the sunflower charm in your palm. You pick up the second box and make a point to hold it so the can see the small sunflower ring inside.

You look up briefly and see Megan rolling her eyes. The fact that they still think you are sending yourself these presents means tomorrow will be even more shocking for them and you can't wait.

(Friday afternoon)

"No presents today?" Megan remarks around noon.

"Oh, I should be getting one more. He's bringing it here himself though," you answer her.

"What do you mean?" Lacy asks.

"Don't worry, he'll be here soon," you tell them, checking the time.

"Oh my god..." Pam turns towards the door, her mouth hanging open.

"What?" Megan and Lacy both ask. You turn to look too, you can't wait to see him. Loki and you had taken a half day, you were both excited to start your weekend early.

Loki stands by the door, looking around the office until he finally spots you and a smile spreads across his lips. He's wearing black pants and a tightly fitted black dress shirt, the first few buttons of the collar are open and his sleeves are rolled to his elbows. In one hand he has a bouquet of sunflowers and a large paper bag in his other hand. He makes his way towards you, seemingly unaware of the whispers spreading from one coworker to the other as they try to figure out why the God of Mischief is so focused on you.

You stand up just as Loki reaches your desk and you can feel Pam, Lacy and Megan staring at you but you don't care. Loki places the flowers and the paper bag on your desk without taking his eyes off of you. He puts one hand on your back and pulls your body to his, you giggle and look up at him as his other hand caresses your check softly.

"Happy anniversary, sunflower," he says with a warm smile. He leans down and gently brings your lips to his as he kisses you deeply. You close your eyes as you kiss him back, your hands wrap around his waist, lightly gripping the smooth fabric of his shirt. When you break the kiss to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours and runs his thumb over your lower lip lightly. "Gods, I can't believe it's been a year already. How did I ever get so lucky?" Loki asks and you hear an audible gasp from Lacy and Pam drops her pen.

You laugh, "I think we both got lucky."

He doesn't let go of you, looking at the paper bag then back at you, "I picked up your favorite. How do you feel about eating in the park, that spot by the pond?"

You smile wide and reach up to kiss him again, "I think that sounds amazing."

The two of you walk towards the door, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you hold your flowers. You can feel everyone in the office watching you leave and you laugh a bit to yourself. You look up at Loki as you reach the door and he winks at you.

"Think they are shocked now, just wait until they find out I plan on asking you to move in with me," he says just loud enough for them to hear him.

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[prapaiwife]

I'm so heavy on the theory that Pete knew way way back when they were in the house. And way just doesn't remember cause Tony just didn't have them interact at all. Like we know he didn't really have any of the kids interact with each other at all, he pretty much is picky and choosy with who he chooses the kids to have relationships with in that house. So I can definitely see him separating way and pete and the fact that they're both enigmas. So them not really laying in on Pete and Kenta is understandable they both were young and clearly there were some feelings there I do believe on mutual ends. But pete leaving was such a big strain on their relationship. Kenta saw Pete as his only friend and someone he really loved. And he walked out on him Tony as well of course but Pete left him he didn't stay for him. And for Kenta if he had left at that time if he would have just thought about it he would immediately go into a panic mode cuz Tony is the only person he relies on so for him leaving wasn't even an option.

And with how Kenta is still as of now with Tony I don't see Pete alining himself at all with him cuz it will go against everything that he is trying to do now. Now that goes on to say well what about way well first off with Pete having such an empathetic heart he's going to first off not condone ways actions. But he's also going to understand that he's a victim of this man and Pete is such a believer that at the end of the day it's your life you can make this choice whether you want to still continue to do the wrong right thing.

And the way that he looks that way in that clip makes me wonder if we're going to get some type of flashbacks of when he has seen way in the house when they were teenagers or children. And maybe we will also get some of that memory as well if Pete has a power that has something to do with mind and memory control lol

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley….. 

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun. 

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself. 

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

 You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n:  “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?”  You folded your arms and sat back against the couch. 

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment. 

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again. 

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him. 

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now. 

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him. 

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes. 

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously. 

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you. 

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication. 

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit. 

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared. 

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?” 

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -” 

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?” 

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

 You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty. 

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited. 

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”  You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone. 

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it  revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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Broken Hearts

Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which Y/n wakes up from a dream on the morning of Sirius' birthday that shatters her heart yet again, reminding her of the one person she can never have.

Warnings: Secret pining, Heartbreak, Jealousy

A/n: I hope you enjoy it and I do want to make a part two of this, but I just don't know when that will be happening lol.

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The sun shone brightly down onto Y/n, the lake glistening beautifully in front of her, the birds chirping and a slow breeze blew. Y/n smiled softly. An arm wrapped around her waist, turning her around. She smiled widely.

It was the one who ruled her heart, her best friend, her companion of seven years.

Sirius Black.

He looked down at her softly, pulling her closer that made Y/n gasp at the proximity. Sure they were touchy as friends but this felt different than the others times.

Y/n gazed up into Sirius' stormy grey eyes, losing herself in the beautiful yet chaotic storm.

"I love you, Y/n." He said, making Y/n feel her world turn upside down.

"What?" She softly breathed out, unable to believe what she had just heard.

"I love you, Y/n." Sirius repeated, gazing softly down at her.

Y/n's face broke into a huge smile.

"I love you too." She replied, making Sirius' face light up even more and he leaned his head down as Y/n felt her eyes flutter shut.

His lips brushed hers when Y/n's eyelids flew open and she moved back, earning a quizzical look from Sirius.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked confusedly.

Y/n slowly shook her head, stepping back, leaving the comfort and warmth of Sirius' arms. "This isn't real." She whispered. "This isn't real."

Y/n's eyelids shot open and she sat up, breathing heavily as she looked around. Reality came crashing down on her and her heart shattered into a million pieces. Y/n threw the covers away aggressively and rushed into the bathroom, almost slamming the door before remembering her friends were asleep.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the cool water from the tap, splashing the liquid over her face, relishing in the coldness. Y/n looked up in the mirror, feeling her eyes tear up.

Why did it have to be her? Why did she have to be in love with one of her best friends, who would never look at her in the same way?

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A few hours later, Y/n found herself in the seventh year boys' dormitory, awaiting the birthday boy to step out of the bathroom. She along with the boys were all hidden, and when the door opened, they all sprang out, throwing confetti everywhere and screaming together,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PADFOOT!"

Sirius was stunned for a second before his face broke into a grin, grabbing James and Peter into a headlock, messing up their hair.

"Thank you, Prongsie and Wormy."

He released the pair who scowled at him, to which Sirius barked out a laugh. Sirius moved over to Remus and patted him on the shoulder in gratitude. Finally, his eyes moved over to Y/n, who felt her heart flutter. He came over, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and placing a kiss on her head.

"Thank you, love."

She smiled up at him, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach. Sirius dropped his arm from around Y/n and a coldness washed over her. Remus noticed the expression on Y/n's face and he pulled her over, wrapping an arm around her. She sent him a grateful smile. Only Remus was aware of how Y/n felt towards Sirius.

Fast forward a few more hours and Y/n along with Lily, Marlene and Alice, found herself at Sirius' birthday bash. The music blared, the lights danced off the walls, people shook it out to the beat, drinks in hand and laughs erupted everywhere.

"How's my favorite girl? Enjoying the party?"

Y/n's lips turned upwards as Sirius came into view, Remus right behind.

"Yeah, it's brilliant, considering, Jamie, Rem, Pete and I are the ones to plan it out." Y/n answered making Sirius chuckle.

"We only got a party because it's my birthday." Sirius replied, "So really, it's all thanks to me."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up, you big baby." She said, and Sirius put a hand to his chest.

"You wound me, darling."

Y/n only shot him a sarcastic smile before grabbing Remus' arm and pulling him to the dance floor. "Dance?"

Remus rolled his eyes in annoyance but Y/n saw how the corners of his mouth twitched upwards for a second. "Well, you've already dragged me here, so why not?"

Y/n placed a kiss on Remus' cheek, "Aw, you're the best Remmy!"

Remus placed his hands on Y/n's waist as her arms came around his neck, and the two moved along to the beat. Y/n's gaze wandered around and in the corner it landed on her three other best friends. Sirius was trying to balance a spoon on his nose, but failing miserably. He was being cheered on by Peter and being laughed at by James.

Y/n felt herself smile at the sight. She loved her friends so much. Her eyes went back to the grey eyed boy, who had now given up his efforts and was instead laughing. Y/n admired him. The way he threw his head back, his hair framing his face, the joy on his face.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep this up?"

Y/n tore her gaze away from Sirius to Remus who looked down at her with concern.

"You know Rem I can't tell him, it would ruin everything."

"It wouldn't, Y/n. Trust me, I'm his best friend as much as I am yours, I know everything about the two of you." Remus answered sincerely.

Y/n frowned slightly, "Please don't give me false hope, Rem." Y/n looked back to Sirius and felt her breath catch in her throat when her eyes locked with his grey ones. "You know it's not just a simple crush, I've fallen for him." Y/n said, while she kept her gaze on Sirius.

Meanwhile, Sirius was being told the same thing by the remaining two Marauders.

"Padfoot, just tell her already."

Sirius broke his eye contact with y/n and turned to look at James who had just spoken.

"She doesn't feel the same way. It would only destroy what we already have, and I can't afford to lose her." Sirius replied, his heart tugging at the very thought.

He watched her and Remus sway together, a smile on her lips and he felt himself melt. However that moment didn't last, as someone else came along, her eyes set upon Sirius Black.

Meanwhile, Remus had managed to at least make y/n think over about telling Sirius. Not only that but he had lit up a hope in her heart. Y/n excused herself to grab a drink to quench her thirst, and her eyes flitted to the corner where the boys were. Y/n felt her heart clench like it always did when she saw another person with Sirius. The girl pressed her lips to his and y/n looked away, her heart shattering for good.

Tears pricked her eyes and her hands shook. Her mind flashed back to the dream she had earlier the same day, which worsened the pain. She could not believe herself, couldn't believe she saw the truth in Remus' words. She hated herself, hated herself for falling in love with someone who would never return her feelings.

After all, a love kept like this would only ever result in broken hearts and nothing more.

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