#maverick is happy and sappy and in love

[pollyna]

Long stretch of deployments in the middle of the ocean, with bad weather, meant this: nine o'clock breakfast, Iceman spooing around him and his face smashed in boyfriend's chest, three blankets on them because of the fucking humidity and slow hours playing poker or shitty games Wolfman made up in his sleep. Goose's head resting against Slider's shoulder and Sunny moaning about how he was missing out the hot chocolate from the coffee at the corner of his new house and Chip rebutting the only thing you miss is the free stuff the batista who has a crush on you give you asshole! Mav loved those days as much as the one where they flow.

(Bad weather, in the middle of the ocean, when he was on an assignment without his squadron, his people, ment this: nine o'clock breakfast but at six a.m., five blankets because no Ice meant his bones felt three times the humidity, gossip around endless hands of poker and so much paperwork it would make him cry. It meant, really, writing every single letter he could to whomever it came in mind because please, fuck paperwork. During that times Ice's letter where particularly long and detailed.)

Bad weather days now mean this: mornings in bed, heat pads under the blankets because of Ice's bad knee and Mav's bad shoulder, kissing until one, or two, hand end up under a t-shirt, or pants, and slow lovemaking because there isn't hurry to be anywhere. Breakfast in bed, jazz music as background and phones buzzing with three hundred notifications because the squad wants to share every boring details of a boring boring day and it means too hot tea in the afternoon and long conversations over Skype with Slider and the cat lazing around on their lap, people around for dinner and Bradley, and the squad, coming around for dinner and dessert and falling asleep in the den.

Mav loves these days as much as he loves sunny days. He gets to kiss Ice every morning and every time he wants, so for him, is always sunny. Even if it rains.

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #growing old together #then // now #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #implied: #slider x goose x carole #leonard wolfman wolfe #marcus sundown williams #charles chipper piper #the dagger squad #maverick is happy and sappy and in love #dadmiral thomas kazansky #mavdad #they're so in love your honor #and i feel for tom's bad knee bc mine almost made me cry last night 👌

[intricatechaosofyou]

ENCHANTED

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: the last thing you wanted was a night out, but a certain WSO might change your mind

Based on Taylor Swift’s “Enchanted”

Part II

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, language

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day!! Here’s a little Bob one shot for everyone wishing he was here today.

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The last thing you wanted to do tonight was go out. It had been a long week and you just wanted to curl up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a sappy rom-com, but your friend had other plans for you.

“Emily, this is ridiculous,” you whined as your best friend coated your lips with a glittery gloss.

“Stop talking, you’ll mess me up. And stop complaining. It’ll be fun. We’re going to the Hard Deck.”

“That makes it worse,” you complained.

“That makes it better! A chance to hook up with a Naval officer.” Emily smiled wickedly and shot you a wink. “Why do you think I dolled you all up?”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. At Emily’s request, you were wearing the sundress that only fell halfway down your thighs and pushed up your cleavage. She had even done your hair and makeup. She really had dolled you all up.

“I still don’t like this idea,” you admitted, toying with the end of your dress.

“You will,” Emily assured with a wink.

—————

It turns out, Emily was very wrong. You didn’t like this idea at all. The night had been horrible so far. Your best friend had disappeared five minutes after you arrived, charmed by a blonde aviator who introduced himself as Jake Seresin, callsign: Hangman.

You were about ready to go home. You had faked enough smiles and forced a few too many laughs for one night. Besides, it was still early enough for that movie you wanted to watch in the first place.

Still, you couldn’t leave without telling Emily. Even if she went home with Hangman, she’d still worry about where you were. So as you looked around the bar trying to spot your friend, you found yourself staring at a beautiful pair of cobalt eyes.

It was like you couldn’t look away once you saw him. You weren’t sure what it was but it seemed like time stopped, like everyone else in the room vanished. You weren’t one to believe in love at first sight, but this certainly seemed like it. With a blush you turned away from him and focused on the drink in front of you, suddenly enamored with swirling the liquid in your glass when you felt a presence to your left.

“The usual, Bob?” Penny asked the figure who was now seated two stools away from you. Turning to look at the customer you found the owner of the beautiful eyes. There he was, a few feet away from you. And he was even more attractive up close. The glasses that adorned his face fit him well and the khaki uniform he wore was oddly doing it for you.

After the man nodded to Penny, you decided to pipe up. It was now or never.

“Bob?” You asked, making the man in question turn to you. “Is that your callsign?”

The man looked bewildered to find you talking to him but nodded nonetheless. “Yes, ma’am. It’s not as interesting as some of the others.”

“I like it. Certainly much better than ‘Hangman,’” you scoffed.

“You know Hangman?” Bob asked, tilting his head.

“He charmed my friend about an hour ago. Haven’t seen her since,” you lamented. “I assume you’re familiar with the walking Ken doll as well.”

With a chuckle, Bob nodded.

“Does that mean you’re a pilot, too?”

“Weapons systems officer, actually. I don’t actually fly the plane. I manage all of our weapons and act like a second pair of eyes for the pilot,” Bob explained, waving his hands in front of him as he talked.

“Sounds important.”

Bob blushed, looking down at the bartop. “Yeah, you could say that.”

You smiled at the man. He seemed less cocky than the rest of the aviators in the Hard Deck. It was like a breath of fresh air. With a smile, you moved to sit in the stool right next to him.

He looked down at you, smiling shyly.

“Tell me more,” you prompted.

Over the next few hours, you and Bob talked about everything from your jobs to your favorite songs to why your friend had dragged you here in the first place. He was endearing, stuttering every once in a while when he stared at you for too long and gesturing with his hands whenever he got excited about a topic. Caught up in the playful banter, you lost track of time and when you checked your phone, you realized it was almost midnight.

“I should be getting home,” you muttered, playing with the hem of your dress.

“Oh, right.” Bob hesitated, running his tongue over his bottom lip before speaking again. “Do you need a ride home?”

“I’ll call an Uber. I don’t want to keep you if you need to get home to a girlfriend or something.”

“No, no girlfriend or anything,” Bob replied with a shake of his head. “It’d be no trouble to take you home.”

“Then, I’d appreciate it,” you admitted.

Bob closed the tab, insisting on paying for your drinks as well, as you texted Emily that you were leaving, having found a ride. When the two of you got to his car, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in before getting into the driver’s seat.

As he drove, the only sounds were the radio playing some song from the 80s in the background and the occasional direction from you. It was comfortable. You felt oddly at ease in the passenger seat of Bob’s car even though you two had been strangers mere hours ago.

When you arrived in front of your house, you turned to the man. “Thanks for the ride, Robby.”

“Robby?” He questioned, small smile gracing his face.

You nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” Bob admitted. “Will…will you be at the Hard Deck next Friday?”

Humming, you shrugged, playful smile on your face. “Maybe. Got this weapons system officer I wanna see again.”

“I think he wants to see you again, too.”

You leaned over the center console and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, giggling as you watched a rosy color spread over his face. “See you next week, Robby.”

With that, you opened the car door and scurried to your front door. After you stepped inside and closed the door, you fell back against the wood, dreamy sigh escaping you.

God, you hoped you’d see Bob Floyd again.

I was enchanted to meet you

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The next weekend, when Emily suggested you go to the Hard Deck again, you immediately agreed.

“And here I thought you hated this place just last week,” Emily mused as the two of you walked up the path to the bar.

“I found a new appreciation for it is all,” you replied.

“Because of a certain pilot?” Emily wagged her brows at you, making you roll your eyes. After the previous night out, Emily made you spill everything about the man who drove you home.

“WSO,” you corrected.

Emily stifled a laugh at your response. “Oh, honey you are whipped.”

“Am not.”

“Whatever,” Emily replied, pushing the door to the bar open. Her eyes immediately fell on a tall blonde by the dartboard. “Hangman!”

The blonde’s eyes snapped up and a lazy smirk appeared on his face once he recognized your best friend. In a few short strides, he was in front of the two of you. “Hey, Emily. Good to see you again.”

Your best friend giggled out a reply to the man as your eyes searched the room for a glimpse of those glasses and cobalt eyes.

“Looking for Bob?”

At the mention of the man in question, you turned to face Hangman.

“W- what?” You croaked.

“Are you looking for Bob?” Hangman repeated. “Saw you two talking last time you were here. Figure you’re hoping to see him here tonight.”

Your cheeks heated up. Were you that obvious?

“Is he here?”

Hangman shook his head. “No, not tonight. Him and his pilot had to eject this morning. The hospital is keeping them overnight for observation.”

“What?” Your face paled, breathing becoming slightly labored. “Are they alright?”

Hangman nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, breathe for me, kid. He and Phoenix are fine. They’re only keeping them as a precaution.”

Nodding helplessly, you placed a hand on your chest, trying to stop the panic bubbling inside you.

“You want some water?” Emily questioned from your side.

You just nodded again and let her pull you towards the bar, leading you to sit down on a stool.

Penny placed a glass in front of you. Muttering a thanks, you brought the glass up to your lips and nearly chugged the liquid.

“Hey, little sips, little sips,” Emily reprimanded, pulling the glass away from you. “You okay, honey?”

“I don’t know, Em. Why am I so concerned about a guy I barely know?”

“I think you like him,” she replied.

You groaned, dropping your head down on the bartop. You knew she was right. But how could you have fallen for a guy you only met once?

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The next weekend, you and Emily were at the Hard Deck again. You were determined to see Bob.

As soon as you entered the building, you caught sight of the cobalt eyes you had been thinking about for the last two weeks. It was as if your legs acted of their own accord. You were weaving through the crowd, Emily shouting your name behind you. When you reached Bob, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Woah, hey!” Bob grunted as you collided with his chest, staggering a few steps back at the sudden weight. His arms instinctually wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“I was so worried!” You admitted, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

One of Bob’s hands came up to cradle the back of your head, gently threading his fingers in your hair.

“Hangman told me you ejected and you were in the hospital,” you ranted, pulling back from the man and cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Are you okay?”

Bob nodded, letting you tilt his face back and forth to inspect him for any injuries. “I’m okay, (y/n). I’m okay. Couple of bruises but I’m okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, wiping at some of the tears that had trailed down your cheeks. “Okay.”

Someone clearing their throat to your left caused both of your heads to snap in the direction of a few aviators, no doubt friends of Bob, staring at you.

“You gonna introduce us, Baby on Board?” Hangman asked with a smirk, one arm slung across Emily’s shoulders.

Bob blushed slightly and you stepped away from him, just keeping your hand on his elbow to remind yourself that he was there and he was alright.

“This is (y/n). We met a couple weeks ago,” Bob explained.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” you said with a small smile.

“Is this the one you wouldn’t shut up about?” The man with the mustache asked.

Bob’s blush darkened, free hand rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Shut up, Rooster,” the only woman aviator of the group piped up, elbowing the man who had just talked. “It’s nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Phoenix, Bob’s pilot.”

You smiled and shook her hand. Bob had talked about her when you had last seen him. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad to see you two safe after the ejection last week.”

“Me too. Million dollar plane taken down by a damn pigeon. Impressive, isn’t it?” Phoenix said with a sarcastic smirk.

The rest of Bob’s coworkers introduced themselves to you, happy to have you joining them for the night. You partnered with Phoenix to destroy Fanboy and Payback at pool, watched Hangman beat Coyote at darts, and sang along with everyone as Rooster played “Great Balls of Fire” on the piano. But throughout the night, you never strayed far from Bob. The two of you were always in reach of each other, sharing shy glances and smiles during the night.

When Rooster had started up his fifth Jerry Lee Lewis song, Bob tilted his head towards the door. You got the hint and followed him out of the bar.

The two of you leaned against the railing of the patio, staring out at the water before you decided to speak up.

“I was glad to see you here tonight.”

“I could tell. That hug caught me off guard,” Bob said with a chuckle.

You blushed, looking away from the man. “I’m sorry. I was just so worried when I heard what happened last week and I was so happy to see you safe. I don’t even know why I was so worried. We barely even know each other. I was just so enchanted by you when we first met–”

“(y/n),” Bob cut you off. “I get it. I felt the same way.”

Relief flooded you as you glanced back at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t get you off my mind the past two weeks. Your name just echoed in my head. I should’ve told you that night, but I didn’t.”

You stared at Bob, slightly overwhelmed by the eloquent admission.

“I’m sorry. That was really forward of me,” he began.

Without a second thought, you grabbed Bob’s collar and pulled his lips to yours before he could retreat in on himself.

It was slow and soft, everything you expected kissing him would be like. His hands moved to grab your waist as his tongue prodded at your bottom lip.

As you opened your mouth, letting his tongue in, you threaded your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. It was instinctual, the way you needed him as close to you as possible.

When the two of you parted, you stared at each other, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breaths.

“You free tomorrow?” Bob questioned, his country drawl a little thicker now.

“Yeah. What’d you have in mind, Robby?”

“Dinner?”

You smiled brightly, trailing your hands down his chest. “Sounds like a date. But for tonight, why don’t you take me home?”

Bob nodded and pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips before digging his keys out of his pocket. And as he drove the two of you to your place, hand grasping yours, you smiled.

Maybe going to the Hard Deck wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

TAGS

@cherrycola27

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

I hope you find it - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Imagine

A/N: so here’s some sappy angst with sad puppy rooster because I couldn’t get it out of my mind 🥹

“Are you expecting me to hang around and wait forever?” The question hung in the air as you leaned against the door frame to Rooster’s room, his gear strung out every where as he was packing for his next mission. He had a backpack laid out in his lap, with his uniforms surrounding him as well as paperwork that he needed.

He just looked up at you, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Wait forever for what?” He put down the gear in his hands as he stood up, taking in your frame as he moved to step away from the mess that he had made.

“For a label. Bradley, it’s been 6 months of us being whatever this is. I don’t know if I’m your girlfriend. I don’t know if I’m just someone you enjoy sleeping with.” The words left you exasperated as you ran a hand through your hair, tears threatening to fall. “And you’re about to be gone for god knows how long and I don’t even know if it’s appropriate for me to miss you or be sad.”

His face softened at your words, tears now falling down your cheeks as he watched you practically crumbling in front of him. “Hey, no… Sweetheart. Please..” he reached out to wipe your tears away, his hands cupping your cheeks as he tried to calm you down. His voice came out in quiet waves as he desperately tried to get you to breathe and stop crying.

“What am I to you, Rooster?” Your voice broke as you looked up into his eyes, seeing him hesitate and have to think about the answer. It broke your heart and you shook your head, backing out of his embrace. “Be safe. I guess I’ll talk to you when you get back, if you don’t have someone else by then. I just hope you’re happy.” Your voice betrayed you, the shakiness leaking into your words as you turned to leave and head to your own house.

“(Y/N), please-“ The door slamming shut silenced his words as he hit the wall in frustration, leaning his head against his fist. He knew he had messed up, but he wasn’t sure to put what you meant to him into words. Girlfriend just didn’t seem to cover it. You were much more than that to him and he needed to tell you. He ran to get his keys and get into the bronco, rain pouring down around him.

He sat in his car for a second as he pulled into your driveway, seeing the front porch light and your car in the driveway. He got out, walking up to your doorstep in the pouring rain as he knocked. A very broken you opened the door, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You tried to shut the door before he caught it, a broken look on his face.

“Maverick said that we remind him of my parents.” He looked up into your eyes as he started off whatever he was saying, his hair clinging to his face and his clothes clinging to his body. “And I know you’re upset with me. You have every right to be. But, the truth, is that what you mean to me can’t be expressed in some stupid label. I have your picture in my damn jet. You’re the girl I try to make it home too every single damn day. I fucking love you and I’ve been too scared to tell you because I’m so scared I won’t come home to you one day.” He was rambling on, his head shaking as he looked up at you, tears now mixing with the rain.

“Bradley…” You started, your voice softening as you listened to his words and felt your heart start to shatter and you approached him.

“No, let me finish getting this out.” He ran a hand down his face, wiping the rain out of his eyes before he kept speaking again. He took a shaky breath before he met your eyes with his, reaching out to take your hands. “I fly planes for a living. I’m supposed to be fearless, but I’m so scared of losing you. So, if you want me to put a label on us, then so be it. I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend, but just know that doesn’t even begin to do justice to what you mean to me…”

You felt more tears rolling down your cheeks as you moved in close to kiss him, rain now soaking through both of your clothes. “Why didn’t you tell me any of that before..” your voice was small as you cupped his cheek in your hand, rubbing small circles as you heard him chuckle lightly.

“Like I said, I may be a pilot, but you scare me, pretty girl. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” He leaned his forehead against yours, his soaking hair now sticking to your forehead. “You scare the living shit out of me in the best way. Loving you is an adrenaline rush unlike any I’ve ever had before.” He smiled and pressed his lips to yours, the rain finally slowing down. “Now can we please go back to my place? I need you in my arms as much as possible right now.”

“Of course we can. As long as I get to steal a whole bunch of your clothes while you’re gone.” You smiled and walked inside to get some towels, throwing one to him before wrapping one around yourself. “Oh, and I love you too.”

“You can have my whole damn wardrobe as far as I’m concerned if it’ll make you happy. But, good. Otherwise this whole thing would’ve been hella awkward.” He took your hand and pulled you into your yard, pressing his lips to yours once more.

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[purelyfiction]

Crossfire  —–✈︎ 5

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Word Count: 6,165

Summary: Exhausted and emotionally spent, the completion of your grueling assignment meant getting to return home and some well deserved rest. You’ve not even made it to American soil before you’re faced with one of the most intense conversations you’ve ever had. Along with most memorable one.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first parts, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || HEY!! THIS HAS SMUT!! So if you’re under 18 pleaseeee go away. (cw: unprotected sex, oral f receiving, fingering, consensual creampie, generally sappy shit.)

Author Note: This has been the most challenging part of this story by far, while also being the final part of this story. I have grown so incredibly close to these two and I adore them with everything in me, so I am beyond happy to see them get their happy ending. I want to thank you all for reading and engaging and sharing and generally being wonderful!! I hope you love it. This may not be the last we see of Moon and Rooster, but for now, we say see you later. Thanks everyone :) xx

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After some incredibly long debriefs, and some exuberant celebrations, the team is finally dismissed with the successful completion of their mission. 

Successful. Goal achieved. No losses. 

Well, you were down two F-18s, but that was far less important than the pilots that flew them, one of them who was currently sitting in front of you, laughing with one of your squadron members. 

Maverick and Rooster managed to get out with minimal injuries, save for a few cuts and bruises and incredibly sore muscles. Nothing a little R&R couldn’t fix. Which the Navy was all too familiar with - as evidenced by their 2 months of paid time off they’d gifted all of you. 

You were state-bound again, but your flights to return to the US weren’t for at least another 18 hours, which meant you all got complimentary hotel stays in actual beds. You’d never been so excited for a hotel bed. The running joke was that the Navy cheaped out on their beds and that they were all made of recycled cardboard and you were inclined to believe them. They had absolutely no cushion and were the tiniest things you’ve seen.

As soon as you arrive at the hotel room, you fall face down onto the white comforter, a sigh leaving you. A slow roll onto your back as you spread out on the king bed. You couldn’t wait to get back to the states and back to New Mexico. Your apartment off base was just beckoning to you. You missed the comfort of it, it marked your civilian life and it was just out of reach. Before you can doze off in your NWUs, the door is knocked on, causing you to pout as you speak. “I’m going to bed, leave me alone.” You huff, only to hear the voice on the other side of the door. 

“You probably haven’t even changed into your pajamas. Open up,” a voice calls, muffled by the door.

 Begrudgingly, you get up, pulling your hair from its tight confines as you do so. You take a second to glance at the peephole, seeing Rooster on the other side of the door, backpack still on his shoulder, standing impatiently. 

“What’s the password?” A smirk comes over your features, giggling as he changes his stance. 

“I want to get to my room so open the door?” He’s clearly not in the mood, but you choose to push his buttons a little more. 

“That’s a really long password.” You retort, “Which means it’s not the password. Try again.” 

His head hangs back as he looks at the ceiling, hand playing with the hair on his upper lip. Finally, he lets out a chuckle. “Ukulele.”

With a giggle you shake your head, unlocking the door. “That wasn’t the password, I just want to stop standing.” You confess, letting him in and shutting the door. “Though, that’s a very… specific word you chose.” An eyebrow raises looking toward him as he turns to face you. His pack is still on his shoulders, his own room key in hand.

Rooster yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “It’s my safeword, so I would hope it’s specific.” 

You were in the middle of taking a sip of water when he answered you, leaving you in a small fit of coughs, having nearly choked on the liquid at his response. You tilt your head back, keeping your airway clear as you begin a slight laugh. 

“You gonna survive?” He taunts, a smile making its way to your face when you see his matching one, still coughing.

“You’re an ass.” It’s not serious by any means, since it’s paired with a laugh as you fall back to the bed again. “What did you so desperately need from me that you had to interrupt my bedtime routine?” You lean back on your arms, witnessing his expression on his face change to one of contemplation. 

He takes a moment but looks around the room as he answers. “I left my phone charger on the ship, I was hoping you had an extra.” A nod, you’re quickly getting up to move to your personal backpack, starting to rifle through the bag to find the spare you had. 

“You would forget it.” You tease, pulling things out left and right, setting them on the floor, digging and digging. “How was the flight back for you?” In an attempt to fill the quiet, you’re making small talk, trying desperately to find this stupid cord.

“I don’t know, I slept the whole way back.” There’s an exhausted tone to him, which makes a pang of worry run through you. You’re positive that having been through what he had couldn’t have been fun or easy by any means. A hum in agreement, you encourage him to keep speaking as you shift to your clothing bag, trying to find the damn thing. “I also think I had a kid kicking my seat the whole time. Well that or it was Seresin.” An audible laugh comes from you at his words. 

“Sure, sure, he would do anything to get on your nerves.” A sigh leaves you as you continue to dig out and around in your bag, getting annoyed. “I know I had it here somewhere-“

“Moon, if you can’t find it it’s fine, I’ll grab one tomorrow.” He waves it off, turning slowly in the direction of the door. 

After everything this man’s been through in the last 48 hours, you have to have something for him. “Here wait,” grabbing his attention, you snag the cord that’s charging your phone on the nightstand. You pull the cord base from the USB port, and the other end from your phone. “Take this. My phone got charged on the flight back so I don’t need it tonight.” 

He approaches with slow steps, shifting the bag from his shoulders and onto the floor as you offer the cord in an extended arm. Rooster gives you a wary look, cautiously reaching for it. 

“Are you sure?” He’s hesitant, looking at the object before meeting your eyes,”What if your parents try to call you?” A weak smile fills your face while guilt simultaneously reaches your gut. 

“Don’t worry about it.” The answer is so soft, as reassuring as you can be. Hazel eyes are cautious as he picks it from your possession, his fingertips just barely grazing the palm of your hand. You nearly retreat your hand out of surprise, but are carefully hiding the feeling that ran through you when he did so.

“Thanks…” He’s slow to turn to pick up his bag again, only before slowly standing up, the bag still on the ground. You were about to clean up the mess you made while looking for the charger, but his slow actions have caught your focus. Rooster turns again, quickly making eye contact.

Neither of you say anything for a few moments. You watch his eyes as he fully returns to his complete upright stance, the two of you standing like towers. It’s not long after that you are finally deciding to speak. 

“Goodnight-”

“I can’t take this.” 

The words overlap, which makes your brows furrow. “No, I insist, my phone will be fine for-”

“I’m not talking about the cord, Moon. I mean, I do need it, and will be taking it,” A laugh accompanies his words as he takes a step in front of you, “I’m talking about the…” Rooster struggles to find the words, leaving you to offer a noun to fill in the blank.

“Predicament we’re in?” You finish the sentence for him, seeing the small grin on his face. 

“Yeah, that.” He agrees as his hand drops to his side again. Both of you linger in the still once again before he’s disrupting the quiet. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen at the words and you shake your head, “No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry, and I am. Sorry. That is.” Instinctually, you‘re reaching for his bicep to reassure him, leaving him to reach up and take the hand from his arm. For a moment, you think you’ve done the complete opposite of comforting him, but it’s far from the truth, watching as he gingerly takes it into his own, his fingers wrapping around it with care. 

“I’m still sorry. For avoiding you.” Rooster’s gaze drops to your hand, almost avoiding your eyes as he speaks. “It wasn’t because I didn’t forgive you.” You are confused, which you’re sure is written all over your face, but he’s quick to provide an explanation. “I didn’t.. I didn’t want to distract you anymore.”

Every muscle that was tight in you seems to release, as though he’d broken the lock you had attached to them. “Roost…” Your hand is shifting to fit more comfortably in his own so that you can grip onto it in an effort to show more than you would tell. 

As he moves his head, his own voice shakes, “If I was unintentionally distracting you the last few weeks, the last thing you needed was a distraction during the uranium mission. I wasn’t going to risk..”

His breath catches, making him take a deep one to steady himself. There’s a tug on your hand as he pulls it to his lips, kissing the knuckles that have a strong grip on his own hand while his eyes close. You close the small bit of space between you both, searching his face for everything you could find. His eyes are still closed, but you spot it, the smallest tear blazing a path down his cheek, over the scars that live there. Carefully, you’re reaching up and wiping it from his skin, witnessing hazel eyes open once again. They’re wet, quickly blinking back the moisture threatening to spill over delicate lashes. Your eyes sting near instantly and you look up at him as your heart nearly breaks all over again.

“I nearly lost you.” It’s your voice that says it and you can tell by the way that he loses his composure, he’s been holding back. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his embrace, tight arms around you again. 

“I didn’t even know I had you.” His chin buries its way into your shoulder, both of you gripping onto each other, too scared to move, terrified to let go. 

The quiet that once held your breath captive now ushers a comforting tranquility for the both of you. A moment to mourn, to completely dissolve your fears, knowing that the danger has passed. For now. 

Over time, his grip on you weakens, carefully pulling away to cup your face in his hands. “I can’t leave this room without being honest with you, Moon.” With a desperate need to keep your touch on him, you’re letting your fingers wrap around his wrists, blinking back tears still. As they fall, he’s carefully pushing them off your cheekbones before they can get very far. “I absolutely hated your guts when you walked into the hangar that day.” 

“Tread very carefully, Roost.” You warn with an amused smirk, which he’s duplicated on those handsome features of his. 

“I wanted nothing to do with you, and I had no plans of distracting you. I tried to keep away from you but the pull you’ve got on me is just too strong.” He’s unmoving, eyes in a stronghold with yours. “Any hate that I had towards you has changed into respect, admiration and adoration instead.”

“You adore me?” A wild smile appears at his admission, leaving him to direct your chin upwards again. 

“With every fiber of my being. I love you. I adore you. I need you.” His touch on your chin is light, his thumb brushing over the same spot reassuringly before you float a whisper into the air. 

“This is usually where people would kiss.. I mean-” You’re beginning to mock him, his grip on your chin moving to take a hold of your jaw, pulling you closer in one swift movement. His lips are the key to unwinding you in every tense portion of your body. A soft and delicate juxtaposition to the sharp and scratchy feeling of his facial hair as you get comfortable in your stance. You melt as his other hand is gingerly finding a home on your hip, rolling to the small of your back. It’s comfortable there, until he’s using it as leverage to invite you to take a step closer. 

Your eyes move from their initial half-hooded state to close completely as he draws nearer towards you. Rooster’s large hand has traveled up from your jaw to cup your cheek, fingers soft over the sensitive skin under your ear. You shift as his fingertips gloss over the spot, which he hones in on, creating even more delicate touches as he glides his tongue over your teeth. The smallest sound leaves you as he starts to make a circle on your skin, an inevitable smirk forming on his already busy lips, making a mess out of it. It’s this that makes you begin to giggle yourself, hands gliding down the back of his head down to the nape of his neck as both of you catch your breath for a moment. 

“What are you giggling about, miss thing?” He asks tauntingly, making you open your eyes ever so briefly. They’re near slits as you find his features. You push back some hair floating over his forehead before replying.

“You. You’re just… smirky.” A shrug as Rooster starts to sway the two of you as you stand there. 

“Smirky? Is that even a word?” He retorts, happily letting his lips press to your cheek, the hair on his upper lip tickling you. 

“Does it really matter?” You whine with no real seriousness toward the matter. 

“Not one bit.” In a single swift movement, he’s pulled his hand to guide your jaw back towards his to kidnap your lips in a tender kiss. It’s as though he’s trying to escape with you, pull your senses towards this moment and only this moment. The touch he holds on your jaw is lightening with each lapse of his lips, his hand on the small of your back playing with the hem of your pants, just barely dipping into the fabric. He smells like his Old Spice and something else.. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but in the next deep breath you take, you recognize it. It’s the salt from the California air. It’s trapped into his clothes - his pores, one of the two, and it brings you back to the beaches the two of you had hidden on. It reminds you of the night you realized you were falling for him. 

Now, you’re here, in a foreign country with cold air from the AC blowing over your neck as Rooster pulls your hair out of the way, his lips blazing a trail there. He’s tilting your chin out of the way to get better access to the area along your neck, carefully making a delicate trail of red paving stones on your skin. His breath is hot, keeping your body temp up despite the cool chill of the room. Rooster’s hands have dropped to your waist, hands carefully pulling at the hem of your shirt that’s tucked tightly into the waistband of your pants, which makes you stop him, careful hands gripping his wrists when you do. 

When he notices your withdrawal, he is distancing himself, looking at you with a worried look. “What’s going on baby?” It’s the softest whisper, and the new name floods through your veins like some sort of drug, making your heart race even harder. 

“I nearly lost you once in the last week… I don’t want this to change us to the point that I lose you again, even worse this time.” There’s fear driving your thoughts. With such a close call, you’re not sure what you’d do if you lost him - in any capacity. As a friend, as a coworker: as a lover. A soothing touch comes to you in the form of the back of his hand, gently gliding over your cheek. 

“I don’t want to lose you either, Moon.” He’s tapping your chin up to look him in the eye. “Not ever.” His hand slides back to that comfortable spot at the nape of your neck, leaving you to nuzzle into his hand once more. 

“Then take me to bed, or lose me forever, Bradley.” 

“Show me the way home, honey.”

 He slinks to the edge of the bed, hands taking your own and pulling you toward him, legs parting to make room for you. You let your thumb trace over the scars on his skin, eyes meeting his hazel ones. There’s no doubt in them. No hesitancy, nor ingenuity. Sheer awe as you look down at him. His head tilts, keeping his eye contact with you as he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, hands carefully resting on your thighs. The hair prickles at your skin as his lips leave a wet spot, continuing the sensation that his lips bring. Hands have traveled up to your waistband, carefully undoing the belt and following buttons. When they’re loose, thumbs move along the navel of your stomach as they tuck inward, slowly guiding the fabric down your legs. 

You watch as his eyes fall to his task, drinking in the sight of your skin as it’s revealed. With the article bunched at your feet, his right hand comes up, following the curve of your calf with his fingers, reaching the back of your knee and carefully guiding you to step out of them. It’s not until you’re pushing the clothing to the side with your feet that he leans forward, a soft-lipped kiss, just below your pantyline, where the top of your thigh meets your hips. Hazel eyes gaze upon yours as his mouth moves along your skin, down, down down…

His hand is once again at the back of your knee, guiding your leg into a bent position over his thigh to the outside of it, mirroring it with your other leg, before hands run up the back of your thighs, directing you into a gentle push down onto his lap. Instinctually, your arms delicately linger on his shoulders, fingers running over the short hairs at the back of his neck. Bradley’s hands are pacing up and down the sides of your thighs while his eyes memorize the contours of your face. 

“You know why I call you moon?” He whispers, lips mere inches from yours. 

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.” You tease as a hand pulls up to the front of his head, tracing his browline for a moment. His grip on you tightens as you both sit in the quiet. 

“The moon causes the waves of the ocean. Revolves around the earth and illuminates it in its darkest time. You are my moon. You make me restless, you surround me in my thoughts and actions. You’re my light when I need you. You’re my best friend, Moon.” The small smirk that was on your features has melted into one of stillness. The words ring like church bells over a town, signaling to everyone that hears it. Solidifies the truth you’re all too aware of now. He’s in love and you’re right here with him.

Hands are restless as they cup his face, pulling you to him again, kisses with such warmth and delicacy as you lean forward. Bradley happily leans back, making room for the two of you on the white comforter below him. Slowly, his hands sneak under your shirt, peeling it off of you, forcing you to break the kiss to get the cotton off of your body. You’re sitting upright in his lap, Bradley’s hands coming to your sides in a look that spells out his entire thought process. 

“God…” Fingers sliding over any section he can get to, “you’re stunning…” a shake of his head he’s quickly sitting up to attach his lips to your neck. When he moves you can feel the effect this has had on him, a smirk on your face as his teeth bring your skin into his mouth. A whine slips out of you, a groan in tandem from him. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re doin’ to me when you sound like that.” It’s a complaint, but one you’re willing to field. His lips have dropped down to cross over your chest, stopping as he approaches the straps of your bra. Large hands double down on the grip on your waist, slowly pressing you into him, grinding onto his hardened cock, a moan entering the room. 

“Who taught you how to moan so pretty, baby?” There’s a lurch in your stomach as his hands roam and his lips move. Finally, you’re able to get a grip on his shirt, a weak effort to pull the cotton off him. 

When he finally pulls away for a second, you’re rapidly tugging his shirt from his pants. Bradley lets out a soft chuckle, making you giggle as well, smiling as you lean forward again, lips on his happily. Large hands trail up your back, pushing under the straps of your bra. He doesn’t move them away, simply playing with them for a moment, leaving you to pull away to look at him. 

You’re still sitting in his lap, looking down at him laid back against the bed. His hazel eyes meet yours, before a hand reaches up from your shoulder up to your face. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, the back of his hand running over your cheek.

“I’m thinking about..” you take a shaky breath as he’s shifting his hips under you, feeling his erection fully now, “how stupid we’ve been until now.” Your hand runs down his chest, stopping at his abdomen. “What we could’ve been doing instead of dancing around the truth.” A smirk falls over his features, adjusting his shoulders before speaking. 

“Well, I know of something we could be doing right now…” He’s quick to slide his arms around your waist, quickly flipping you under him so that he’s hovered above. “Which includes my lips,” a kiss to your shoulder, another to your collarbone, “in all. the right. Places.” Careful hands sneak under your ribs, following the band of your bra. “I need you to sit up, pretty girl.” It’s a soft whisper, a direction you follow, allowing him to reach behind you and undo the strap of your bra. Pulling it from your shoulders, he’s tossing it to the side, hazel hues fixated on your exposed body. “You’re so fucking pretty, it’s unfair.” Sloppily, his lips begin to pepper wet spots over the tissue of your breasts, a sigh coming out of you as his tongue makes contact with your nipple. 

“Baby,” A whine, as he happily begins rolling the bud along his tongue, his other hand kneading and carefully teasing the other. You duck your head down to look at him, seeing that trademark grin as his lower lip just barely caresses your niple. 

“Yes, little lady?” The words aren’t even out of his mouth yet as his mouth attaches to the other nipple, similar treatment being given. 

“I love you. I do, I’m not just saying that,” His head pops back up to look you in the eye, hand cupping your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner. I just-” He’s cutting off you inevitable ramble, lips on yours in another passionate kiss before pulling away and looking in your eye. 

“I have the rest of my life to love you. And you, me. I’m not dwelling on the past, I want to focus on now. This room, with my beautiful girl, safe, sound. And importantly, alone.” A giggle leaves you as he teasingly bites at the skin on your chest, pulling away before his hands rake down along your body, resting on your thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this body ever since the beach.” He mumbles against you, kisses along the outer curve of your hips, “the way your skin shone, the laughs from your gorgeous lips, the tone of your muscles from all the hard work you’ve put in - god, you’re a damn piece of art, darlin’.” A whine comes from you as his lips move lower, making your skin blaze with heat. “What do you need, baby? Tell me, I wanna know.” 

“Bradley, touch me, please.” He can’t help the smirk on his face as his hands begin to tug your panties down. 

“Atta girl.” 

As the fabric comes down he lets his lips follow the trail, agonizingly slow, mustache making your skin shake with the sensation. With no barriers remaining, Bradley’s able to kiss along your navel, moving until his lips are just barely making contact with your lips. His facial hair was driving you up a wall paired with his hot breath. A soft kiss meets your center, making your breath hitch. He’s done with teasing - for now, as he takes a breath before his tongue meets with your body. Every anticipated moment that brought you to this one, simply faded with the way he’s painting your face red as your blood is running through your veins. Bradley is moving carefully, possibly overthinking each stroke of his tongue, but he doesn’t fail to make you grab at the sheets above your head, gasping when his nose meets your clit. It seems as though he’s well aware of this, starting his head side to side, tongue following his slow and tantalizing horizontal movements. 

He wins a louder sound out of you when he dips into your opening, even with how quick he is. A chuckle leaves him, making every part of his body that’s touching you vibrate, leaving a blissful sensation in its wake. Bradley has started to pick up the pace, making sure to keep every part of you engaged with his touch, leaving his hand to snake up to rest on your boob. It just rests there, warm, calm…there’s duality behind it. At any moment he could start to stimulate the area, keeping you on edge, while also just holding you. It makes your stomach twist further as he keeps his tongue engaged on you. As you’re getting closer, his free hand is lingering on your hip, putting your body back to the bed when your hips begin to buck. 

“B-Bradley,” a whine as you’re struggling to find the words, an attempt to warn him. 

He’s right where you want him, and you’re just barely teetering on the edge of release. Yet he doesn’t slow, in fact it’s the opposite, his other hand coming down to brace his forearm over your hip, his palm carefully pressing on your abdomen. A surge of pleasure breaks through you, a cry meeting his action. Your head pops up briefly as you grow closer, eyes meeting with the sight between your legs. Just witnessing him in action makes your toes curl, your head falling back. You’re starting into the crescendo he’s after, feeling your hips and legs beginning to rise from the bed, but he doubles down. Fingers are gripping onto your skin tight, bruising inevitable as he physically holds you down as an orgasm rips through you. Bradley makes sure that there’s no real mess left behind as you linger in your little oasis of pleasure. 

As your breathing evens out again, you’re expecting his head to pop back up, but when you open your eyes and look down, he’s still going. “Honey you don’t-”

“Shhh, quiet down.” He mumbles, still heavily honed into his task. You’re about to speak again when a moan comes from you instead as he gets a finger slowly pressed into you. 

“Roo-shit” A hand comes up to your forehead, fingers pulling into a fist as facial hair seemingly begins to torture your sensitive skin. “Baby-”

“I said, quiet.” He reminds, making you bite your lip, a low note leaves him. “Good girl.” A shudder runs through you as his tongue rolls over you once again, overworked as a cry leaves you. Bradley is enjoying himself too much to even think about stopping right now, as it takes you begging him for him to finally stop. He sits up on his knees, looking down at you, heavy breaths leaving him as he glosses his eyes over you. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d be pretty when you cum, but I seriously misunderestimated.” There’s a glistening on his face, his nose..it’s a beautiful sight to see. Overeager, his lips find yours again, a hum leaving him. “Do you taste yourself? See how good you taste? I can’t- I won’t ever get enough.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Bradley.” You whine, a laugh coming from him when he pulls away, looking you in the eye.

An eyebrow rises teasingly, looking at you as he starts undoing his belt. “Yes, ma’am.” His laughter makes you giggle, leaving both of you laughing and grinning as he’s sliding his bottoms off, kicking them to the edge of the bed. 

An arm comes up under you to help shift you up further on the bed, ensuring that there’s a pillow under your head. Your gaze fondly falls over him as you try to wrap your head around how you’d gotten so lucky. You’ve got someone who’s going out of his way for you, caring for you, wanting you this much. You keep him from fussing with it any further,

“Not what I’m worried about, right now.” You offer, seeing his face shift. 

“I- but the headboard is all wood I don’t wanna have you hit your pretty little head, sweetheart.” The thought is sweet, but the feeling coursing through you is screaming at him to get on with it. With his lips pressed to yours, he does, one of his arms slips under your bicep, hugging it as he begins to line up to you with his other hand guiding the way. Bradley pulls away to look you in the eye, soft words leaving him. “You can stop me. Any time.” He reassures you, leaving you to set a hand on his shoulder. 

“I know. I think there’s a really specific word I can use to let you know.” 

“I fuckin’ love you.” He breaks out into a hearty laugh, you following with a grin as his lips press to yours, teeth clashing with yours as you can’t wipe the smiles off of your faces. He’s humming as your lips finally make contact again despite being so close in proximity. Bradley carefully pushes himself into you, pulling his lips away, almost like he’s expecting you to speak. “You good?” It’s him that does instead, waiting for your okay. 

“I’m fantastic.” You grin at him, the same smile you’d fallen for weeks ago being shot back at you. His other arm tucks under yours, pulling you close as he begins to rock into you, his hand reaching up and holding the back of your head with such care. Each pivot of his hips drives him further into you, grunts projected into your ear as he’s hiding his face in your neck, little kisses under your ear. Whining as he introduces the movement, his sounds go straight to your core, knowing you’re doing this to him. 

Bradley’s taking his time, a soft grinding motion taking a hold, which throws your body into an overwhelmed state, pleasure building and building. Hands continue to mindlessly play with your hair as he begins whispering, “you’re taking me so well, sweet thing. I’m so proud of you.” Your jaw slacks as his bits of encouragement begin to get lost in the feeling flooding your body. “You’re just what I needed.” His pace begins to get a little faster, your bodies moving in a rhythm. He keeps this for a little longer before he pulls away. Your hand that had found the nape of his neck when he was close ends up retreating as he’s on his knees. 

He’s slowly pulled himself out as he begins to shift his weight. One knee pops off the bed, hands carefully shifting your leg under his so that he’s straddling your one leg, a careful hand guiding your other up and over his shoulder. As he’s picking it up from the mattress, soft kisses march up the inside of your leg, over your calf, up to your ankle just as he glides into you again. 

“You’re so fucking pretty. So fucking gorgeous.” As he starts into another stroke, the new position allows him to reach a spot he’d not been hitting before. So when he rocks deeper a louder sound comes from you, reaching to grab a hold of him wherever you could. God, it’s incredible. 

“Oh, did my baby girl like that?” Bradley lets another kiss make a home on your ankle, directing his body to reach your g-spot again, and again.

You’ve never felt so content, so at peace and purely euphoric before now. He’s got a steady pace, which begins to falter as you feel him twitch inside of you. The feeling pushes you closer, his voice ringing out. 

“Baby, I’m not long.. In or out.” His voice is strained, his grip on your leg tightening as his thrusts become sloppier. The tone drops lower when he speaks again. “In or out. Please, I’m gonna cum, baby, you-”

He’s hesitating so much, hips stifling as he waits for your response. “In? Does that sound good? Can I come in you, baby? I wanna come in you, please,” You’re too focused on how raw his voice sounds, how tight your core is as he speaks. “Moon.” He’s whining now, desperate for an answer. 

“I’m gonna - come with me. In me. In me.” Your nails are digging into the skin on his arm and curses go flying as his body seems to dissolve into itself as he releases into you, your second orgasm soon following. The release makes your entire body vibrate, desperate attempts for air coming in short gasps, a duet of sound coming from the both of you. 

Your leg falls from his shoulder as the two of you catch your breath, leaving Bradley to carefully pull out of you. A hand finds your thigh, carefully running across your skin, watching as your chest rises and falls. “My girl did so well.” His voice is low, not wanting to startle you in the quiet. “I’m so proud of you.” The brunette is happily pressing a kiss to your forehead, leaving you to open your eyes finally. 

His hair is everywhere, there’s sweat rolling over every muscle you can identify, leaving you to reach up and grip his arm. “Your girl?” You finally speak, your throat sore somewhat. 

“If you wanna be.” He’s finding a spot on the mattress next to you, slowly pulling you closer. You are more than eager to get his arms around you. His eyes seem to shine when you look at him, and you grin with ease. 

“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?” 

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Opening the doors, you’re greeted with a familiar and welcome smell in the air. 

Saltwater. 

Except this wasn’t San Diego salt water. 

The water was the brightest teal blue you’d ever seen, and it went on for miles. The sight of it just makes your heart sing. As you look into the cabana behind you, your heart begins to sing an operetta as you see Bradley sitting up in the massive bed in the middle of the room. “I can’t believe it.” You sigh, turning to make your way to the edge of the bed. 

“I can’t believe that you look better than me in that shirt.” He groans, grabbing you by the waist, his Hawaiian shirt flowing at your sides at the movement. You’re dressed for a day on the shores of the Tropics, far away from the stress and inconveniences of the real world. A laugh leaves you as he’s guiding you to his lap, tickling you and leaving a giggle ringing out into the ocean air. 

“I’m serious! I can’t believe you and Maverick stole and flew a piece of shit and landed it with no landing gear.” You look up at him and he seems deep in contemplation before his eyes meet yours again. 

“To be fair… it was his idea. I just had this stunning woman waiting for me and I couldn’t possibly let her down.” A roll of your eyes, you watch him with a grin on your face. “So…”” 

“So…” You match his statement, looking up from your position with your head in his lap. An all too familiar smirk on his features as he thinks up the response.

“What do you have going on for the next two months?” A squeal leaves you when his arms are around your middle again, pulling you into the best vacation you’ve ever had. 

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[mollymauk-teafleak]

Love the headcanons about Icemav moving in together, can I request some more fluffy headcanons (topic of your choosing)? I have a long day tomorrow and this is a happy distraction :)

Aw I'm glad I can help with some nice head canons! I hope your day goes by fast! So much credit to my lovely gf @nb-fearne any head canons I have are always mostly hers honestly

Ice and Maverick have a dog, a collie called Piper after the type of plane, she's one of those dogs who is simultaneously far too clever and incredibly stupid, like she will get herself on the roof somehow or figure out out to open the freezer and throw everything everywhere and theres no way they've yet found to keep her from coming into their room at night. She is a menace and both of her dads adore her and spoil her rotten

They're both Big sports guys, like whenever they're just cuddling on the couch and need something to watch, they'll get ridiculously into any sport thats on the TV, even ones they've never watched before. Their big favourites though are football for Ice and baseball for Maverick

Ice can't sleep without reading a few pages of a book, it's what switches his brain off. Maverick however isn't a big reader (I do headcanon him as having ADHD so thats a contributor) but he needs help switching his brain off. So they've developed something of a tradition where Ice will read aloud to him while Maverick curls up with his head on Ice's chest and it helps them both drift off.

One of Ice's favourite hobbies is baking. One of Maverick's favourite hobbies is sitting on the kitchen counter and Looking Disrespectfully as his husband bakes, specifically at him kneading dough with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and muscles doing that Thing they do.

This is completely an @nb-fearne creation but it's perfect and I love it, but Ice and Maverick always play the radio in the kitchen and if a sappy song comes on, they'll slow dance and Maverick will sing it softly to Ice, specifically Stand By Me

When Jake and Bradley eventually have kids, Ice and Maverick absolutely adore being grandpas. They definitely spoil the hangster kids and will never ever say no to babysitting, even before Bradley says what day he'd need them, the answer is just yes

#icemav #maverick #iceman #headcanons

[stiles-banshees]

Good Things Come in Threes: Epilogue

Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn’t realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.

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June 19, 2020

“Summer’s happy. Deal with it, George.” Penny sighed, rolling her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night.

It was the week before Summer and Jake’s wedding. Summer’s family decided to fly out a week before to help prepare for the festivities. Penny and Summer didn’t realize that it would also include Summer’s father trying to convince Summer not to marry the Seresin man during their first dinner at the Hastings-Seresin house.

“In all fairness, Jake’s not like how he used to be, Ghost.” Nat defended the man she now considered a friend.

Summer had run to the kitchen crying when her father explained his distaste toward the engaged couple. Jake had kept his mouth shut, only stalking off to check on his bride-to-be, with her mother, Emmeline, following behind closely. Instead, he left the arguing to Bradley, Natasha, Penny, and Maverick. With the number of swear words thrown around for thirty minutes, Summer was happy Amelia begged her to miss this dinner.

“I find it hard he’s changed so much over the years, Phoenix,” He said, spitting out her callsign like it was poisonous.

“He’s a lot better, sir, I promise,” Bradley admitted to the older man.

“I’d love to believe you, Bradshaw, but with the number of times you’ve lied for that girl over the years, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re lying now.” Ghost shook his head, sipping at his drink.

“We haven’t even started dinner, and you’re already making her cry. Same shit, different day.” Maverick muttered.

“Pete,” Penny warned him.

“No, Pen. The one time she’s genuinely happy and wants to include him in something, he shuts her down, and Emmeline is the one that has to clean up the mess.” Maverick retorted.

Meanwhile, Summer was crying in Jake’s arms while they stood in the kitchen. Emmeline stood next to the two, rubbing her daughter’s back as Jake smoothed her hair. He kissed Summer’s forehead when she sniffled, and Emmeline smiled sadly.

“What do you need, honey?” Summer's mother asked her.

“I need dad to not be an asshole.” She said, slightly lifting her head from Jake’s chest to look her in the eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Jake laughed softly, “I think she meant something realistic.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Summer shrugged as she wiped her face.

“Tea, please, Emmeline,” Jake said for her.

“Jake, what did we agree on?” Emmeline asked, smiling kindly at the man.

“Sorry, mom.” He corrected himself.

Summer laughed at that, and Jake looked down at her.

“Was that funny to you, Miss Hastings?” He asked her.

“Only a little, Mr. Seresin.” Summer hummed before leaning up to peck his lips.

“Your father will come around, eventually.” Her mother said while filling a tea kettle with water.

“I miss the days when I only had to worry about Natasha.” Jake huffed.

“I hope it’s soon, though. I hate to say it, but if he’s like this by next week, I don’t want him there, mom.” Summer’s voice cracked.

“Hey,” Emmeline came over and cupped her daughter’s cheek. “I’ll talk to him. Your dad has no say in who you fall in love with, and Jake’s a good man. I’m sure even your father can see how he looks at you.”

“She’s my whole world,” Jake told her mother.

“Stop being sappy.” Summer groaned as she hid her face back in Jake’s chest.

The trio jumped when they heard a door slam, and Penny walked into the kitchen a moment after.

“Em, I think George is ready to leave,” Penny said, almost laughing.

“What did you do?” Emmeline asked her sister.

“I didn’t do anything,” Penny stated.

“What did Bradley do?” Emmeline sighed, rubbing her temples.

“He vaguely alluded that Goose would be disappointed in him.” Penny rushed out.

“Fuck, I didn’t think Bradshaw liked me that much.” Jake chuckled.

“Does that mean you guys aren’t staying for dinner?” Summer said uneasily.

“Oh, Pete and I are staying. I just wanted to let Em know if she wanted to head back. I gave George my keys.” Penny said as she walked to the fridge to grab a beer.

Summer smiled happily, knowing her aunt and uncle would be staying.

“Mom, Ghost wants to know if you’re heading back to Penny’s or not,” Nat said as she walked in.

Emmeline sighed again before silently leaving the kitchen to walk out of the house. Summer faltered slightly, and Jake squeezed her side. He knew her mother wouldn’t just abandon them like that. But, unlike George, Emmeline Hastings was a saint. She was the type of woman carrying a sewing kit just in case. Emmeline would always let Summer’s friends stay over whenever they wanted, no questions asked. She heard Jake out when he and Summer first told her parents about their engagement. They talked for hours, and Jake got to know his future mother-in-law. She loved him like a son within the first five minutes. 

Jake never understood why Summer’s heart was so full of love until he met her mother. Summer’s personality was a carbon copy of Emmeline’s. Jake only hoped he’d be able to have their children experience the same love and care he knew Summer would give them. And he has Emmeline to thank for that. Jake refocused when he heard Summer say something to her mother when she returned to the kitchen.

“You’re not going back to aunt Pen’s?” Summer asked, hopefully.

“No, I told your father I’m having dinner with our children and their friends.” Emmeline smiled at the couple.

“Set the table, and I’ll bring the food out?” Jake suggested to Summer.

“Sounds like a plan,” Summer smiled at her lover. “Mom, can you-”

“I’ll get the drinks and finish the tea I was making.” Emmeline cut her off.

Bradley entered the kitchen right when Summer was about to walk out with a stack of plates.

“Dinner’s still on, right?”

June 25, 2020

“What if my dress doesn’t fit?”

Summer’s been pacing around for the last ten minutes, panicking about every aspect of their wedding. Are the flower arrangements too flashy? Did they invite too many people? Did they invite too few people? Maybe they should change the color scheme.

“Didn’t you try it on yesterday?” Jake asked, lying on his stomach on their bed as he watched her.

“Yeah, but what if it shrunk overnight?” Summer asked, and Jake couldn’t figure out if she was serious.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna look perfect tomorrow. I promise.” He said, catching her hand as she walked past.

“If I end up looking perfect, you better cry.” She said as she sat next to him.

“I’m a naval aviator with two confirmed kills. I think I can handle you in a white dress.” He winked.

“That’s such a man's answer.” She groaned, falling back onto the mattress.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake looked over to see her lying opposite him and changed his position to hover over her.

“The whole it’s just a dress thing.” Summer sighed, rolling her eyes.

He loved when she did that.

“It’s not just a dress,” He agreed. “It’s the rest of our lives.”

“Thanks, Hangman. I’ve only been trying to tell you that since I went to my fitting.” She deadpanned.

Jake laughed at her before leaning down to kiss her.

“I love you, Hastings.” He said as he pulled away.

“So weird that won’t be my legal name anymore.” She laughed.

“So you’re definitely taking on the Seresin name?” He asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” She asked him.

“Penny didn’t take Maverick’s, so I assumed you wouldn’t.” He shook his head.

Suddenly, Summer’s phone started to buzz, causing the couple to break out of their bubble. Jake reached over to grab it from the nightstand and answered it.

“Hey, Ames, what’s up?”

Summer watched the man as he listened to her cousin on the other line. She noticed how his eyebrows crinkled when he was listening and how he bit the inside of his cheek. She beamed at him when his glance cast down to her, a look of fondness on his face. Summer reached up and poked his nose, and he laughed at the action. His laughing abruptly stopped when Amelia said something causing him to pull away from Summer and rush around their bedroom.

“Can you stall for like fifteen minutes? Thanks.” He hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Summer sat up, confused.

“We’re late for our rehearsal dinner. Get dressed.” He said as he shrugged on a light blue button-down shirt after putting on some slacks.

Summer shrieked as she threw on her white peasant dress, mentally giving herself a high-five for doing her makeup an hour ago. Jake was fiddling with a tie when Summer grabbed his arm to pull him out to his truck.

“Ditch the tie. We don’t have time!” She yelped.

“Summer, shoes!” Jake called out to her when she was almost out the door.

She slipped on sandals as Jake finished tying his dress shoes.

The two make it to the Hard Deck in five minutes, thanks to Jake’s speeding. They rush to the front door, and just when Jake’s about to open it, Summer stops him.

“We can’t go in there.” She said.

“Why not?” He asked dumbly.

“If we go in there, they’ll think we’re late because we were having sex.” She explained.

“We weren’t having sex,” He stated the obvious.

“They don’t know that!” She pointed out.

“If we stay out here, they’ll think we’re still having sex.” He said, following her logic.

Summer whined before gesturing for Jake to walk in first, and the couple walked in to see their loved ones waiting for them. Amelia was sitting with Bob and Reuben as they talked her through making a virgin cocktail while Rooster and Mickey laughed about something that was said. Javy and Nat quietly spoke with Maverick while Penny and Emmeline distracted George.

“Late to a party dedicated for you, never thought we’d see that.” Bradley laughed.

“Thanks for that, Bradshaw,” Jake said as he felt George glaring at him.

“Anytime, Seresin.” Bradley grinned.

“Summer, help me with the food?” Nat cut in, whisking her friend to the kitchen before anything else could happen.

As soon as the door closes, Nat questions her friend.

“Be honest. Were you getting railed?” She asked.

“I wish,” Summer groaned. “We haven’t had sex since my parents got here. We’ve been too stressed to even think about it.”

In the other room, Javy was questioning Jake the same way.

“You weren’t like in her when Amelia called, right?” Javy asked him.

Jake almost choked on his beer, “No! Javy, her father is right there. I can’t do this shit right now.”

Nat and Summer bring out the food, and Jake’s happy for this conversation to end. The dinner went well, and then it was time for the toasts. The group agreed to save their more personal ones for the rehearsal dinner. Only some people can know how likable Hangman is now. Nat and Javy recalled a sweet memory of the girl’s night they had just a year before, it being the reason they’re now together, and they have Jake and Summer to thank for that. Bradley thanked Summer for being the reason the group doesn’t just know Hangman, but they now know Jake Seresin. He mentioned how he’s never seen the man act so selfless until Jake met her and that he could proudly call him a friend. Bob, Reuben, and Mickey decided it would be best to commemorate the couple with a song, so they sang The Very First Night by Taylor Swift. Jake almost cried from laughing so hard. It started to hit a little closer to home when Penny recalled the fateful night in 2013 when Summer first met Jake.

“I don’t know how many people know this because I don’t know if they’ve been giving me credit, but I’m why these two even met in the first place,” Penny started, and Nat whooped.

“If I remember correctly, Summer was eighteen seven years ago, right?” She asked her sister for confirmation, and Emmeline nodded.

“So she called me like she always did once her spring semester ended to come to visit. We talked for a little bit, and then Coyote decided to knock something over.” She called him out, and Jake and Summer laughed, leaning into each other.

George observed the two as Penny continued her story.

“I go over to clean the mess, and I swear I only stepped away for two seconds, but Jake decides to grab my phone and talk to Summer. And at this point, I only know him as the kid that constantly gets yelled at by George, so I think he’s a bad influence.” She laughed.

“He is!” Bradley called out, and Jake flipped him off.

“Cut to when Summer’s here a few years later, and I see her talking to him again when I sent her to clean up. Coyote also made another mess. I won’t forget that. But I saw how Jake watched her even after the shortest interaction because I called her back to the bar. Summer came back and asked about him after finding Nat in the crowd. We both told her he was trouble, and then she said he told her she could put her drinks on his tab,” Penny laughed, and everyone else joined.

Jake was blushing while his friends taunted him.

“Which is why you had three tequila lemonades on your tab that night, Seresin. Last year was different, though. When Summer returned that first night, I noticed how light she’d been acting. She came back a bit more carefree. Jake, I just want to thank you for bringing that light to my niece. You make her so happy, and I know you’ll just keep trying to better yourself for her. I see it every day. I love you both.” Penny smiled once she was finished.

“I’m not gonna lie. That almost made me cry.” Jake sighed deeply.

“You big softie.” Summer giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

George hadn’t realized how much his daughter impacted Jake’s life. From the stories he heard, he noticed that Jake Seresin was not the same kid from nearly a decade ago. Jake was a man his daughter saw fit enough to be a husband, and George needed to respect that. Nat had turned on music for everyone to dance, and seeing how delicate Jake was with Summer reminded him of how he acted when he first met Emmeline. Jake loved Summer to death; everyone could see it; it wasn’t a secret.

June 26, 2020

Jake and Summer were getting married on the beach behind the Hard Deck. Everyone had an essential role in their wedding. They convinced Bob to be the officiant for the special day, Nat was the maid of honor (obviously), Javy was the best man, Amelia and Penny were bridesmaids, and Bradley and Maverick were groomsmen. Mickey and Reuben had begged to be co-ring bearers. The day went smoothly until the latter two lost the rings.

“What do you mean you lost the rings?” Jake yelled.

“Dude, I think you know what we mean,” Mickey said.

“How?” Jake asked, exasperated.

“How what?” Mickey asked.

“Mickey, I swear to god,” Jake went to lunge at him, but Reuben stopped him.

“Jake, we’ll find them,” Reuben said.

“Great, do that while I tell Summer, just in case you can’t.” Jake squeezed his eyes shut before walking to where Summer was getting ready.

The Hard Deck had two offices at opposite ends of the bar. Jake was using Jimmy’s office to get ready, while Summer used Penny’s. Jake knocked on the door and locked eyes with Nat when it opened. She quickly pushed him away from the door and walked out, quickly slamming it behind her.

“You know it’s bad luck if you see her before the ceremony,” Nat muttered.

“Yeah, dumb and dumber lost the rings, so I figured that takes priority.” Jake retorted.

“What?” Nat shrieked.

“Nat, is everything okay?” Summer called out from behind the door.

“Summer, I’m sorry, but the guys lost the rings,” Nat said as she held the door shut.

“What?” Summer yelped and somehow got the door open, stepping out of the office in flip-flops, shorts, and one of Jake’s tees with her makeup and hair done.

“Summer, he’s not supposed to see you.” Nat reminded her friend.

“I’m not in my dress. It doesn’t count.” Summer shrugged.

Summer looked at Jake, and he felt like his knees were going to buckle.

“Looking hot, Seresin.” She said as she checked him out.

Jake was only in his dress pants with a white tee tucked in paired with his dress shoes.

“Keep looking at me like that, and we’re kicking everyone out and getting on top of the bar.” He smirked.

Natasha gagged.

“Do you wanna find these rings or not?” She asked the couple.

“Where did you guys last have them?” Summer asked as she approached the men responsible for their loss.

“The last time I remember having them was under the cabana outside,” Reuben said.

“That’s where we’ll start,” Jake nodded before heading outside with Summer and the others trailing behind.

“You guys aren’t supposed to see each other yet!” Amelia scolded.

“I didn’t know you were doing that,” Penny said, fixing a flower arrangement.

“We aren’t. It’s being forced on us,” Summer said.

“Anyway, by any chance, have you seen the rings at all?” Nat asked the two.

“You lost the rings?” Penny widened her eyes at Reuben and Mickey.

“That’s the easiest job!” Amelia yelled at them.

The four started bickering while the other three spread out to scan the area where everything had been set up. Jake took the farther side of the aisle to look, and Nat stayed closer to Summer.

“Is it weird to think you’ll be walking down that aisle to get married in a couple hours?” Nat asked.

Summer looked at the aisle and saw Jake checking the end for the missing velvet box. He looked up as if he felt her eyes on him and waved at her. She laughed as she waved back.

“It feels like I’ve been married to him for the past year. I think I’ll evade the bridezilla meltdown.” Summer said.

“I know I’m just one of the old guys walking her down the aisle, but are the rings supposed to be sitting up here?” Maverick’s voice called out from the far side of the wrap-around deck of the bar.

Summer glared at Mickey and Reuben before walking to Maverick to grab the box.

“Thanks, Mav.” She said before showing the box to Jake and then taking it inside.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the ceremony?” Maverick called back to Summer, and she slammed the office door in response.

An hour and forty-five minutes before the ceremony, Summer and Emmeline started arguing about Summer going to the bathroom one last time before getting dressed.

“Mom, I don’t have to go,” Summer whined.

“Summer, it takes three people to properly get you in that dress. Go pee.” Her mother demanded.

“Fine,” Summer groaned while Nat laughed at her.

She opted for the family bathroom, grimacing at the urinal, and went into the stall. Summer quickly did her business and was just about to leave the stall before hearing the door to the bathroom open. She bends her knees to look under the stall and sees a familiar pair of dress shoes. What Summer seemed to forget was that she was in a bathroom. She awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to finish up before deciding it was time for her to get out of there. Jake jumped when Summer walked out of the stall. He was fully dressed in his suit while she was still wearing his clothes.

“Were you just-” Jake started and was cut off.

“It happened. Let’s not talk about it.” Summer cringed while she washed her hands.

She left the sink running, and Jake washed his hands right when she was done. The two dried their hands in silence before Jake spoke up again.

“We’re getting married in less than fifteen minutes.” He said, nudging her with his shoulder.

“It sounds so weird when you say it out loud.” She laughed.

“A good weird, right?” He asked.

“The best kind of weird.” She said.

Jake checked his watch and saw that the ‘less than fifteen minutes’ had turned into less than ten minutes.

“You gotta go get in your dress, sweetheart. It’s almost time.” He said, pulling her into his arms to hug her tight.

“Don’t laugh at me if I trip,” She said as she kissed his neck.

“Don’t laugh at me if I faint.” He chuckled.

Summer pulled back to look at him and laughed breathlessly.

“I love you so much.” She sniffled.

“Hey, no crying. That’s my job.” He laughed, kissing her forehead. “I’ll see you out there in like five minutes, alright?”

“I’ll be the one in white,” Summer smiled lightly.

The couple walked out together, and Jake kissed her quickly before dashing out of the bar to his post at the end of the aisle. His family hadn’t been able to make it out to California, but he didn’t mind. Nat had someone set up to record the ceremony for his parents, but the rest of his family (his teammates) were there.

“You’re like two minutes late. Where were you?” Javy asked Jake as he watched him settle between him and Bob.

“Ran into Summer in the bathroom,” Jake shrugged.

“Dude,” Bob groaned.

“We just talked, Bob. Chill out.” Jake laughed.

The aviators Summer and Jake felt closest to that weren’t in the wedding party were spread out on both sides of the aisle. There wasn’t really set seating, considering they knew everyone on base.

“Jake, you look so handsome,” Emmeline said from her seat.

“You look great, too, mom,” Jake said.

The music started up, and all the guests stood up. Out walked Amelia and Bradley. They were talking as they walked down the aisle, and Amelia laughed at something the man said. They made it to the end of the aisle, and Bradley gave Jake a fistbump and stood next to Javy before Amelia hugged him.

“Can’t wait for you to officially be a part of the family, cousin.” She said.

“Don’t call me cousin. It makes you sound pretentious.” Jake shook his head at her, and she laughed as she settled into her spot.

Penny made her way down the aisle, laughing as she tried to shield the sun from her eyes. When she reached the end, she pulled Jake into a hug and pinched his cheek when she pulled away.

“Oh, my nephew looks so cute. Doesn’t he look adorable, Amelia?” Penny mockingly cooed as she settled next to her daughter.

“Is this a family initiation or something? What’s happening?” Jake asked, turning to Emmeline, who just laughed.

Nat was the next to make her trip down the aisle. She sashayed so gracefully that Javy felt like passing out.

“Javy, you good?” Bob asked him.

“I’m fantastic, Bob.” Javy bounced in his spot happily.

Nat stopped in front of Jake and opened her arms for a hug. Jake awkwardly stepped into the hug, and Nat pulled him in super close.

“If you ever hurt her, Seresin, I know people that’ll make your body disappear.” She whispered threateningly.

“Noted,” Jake said and awkwardly cleared his throat as they pulled away.

Summer was anxiously pacing behind the corner before the aisle while she waited for her cue after Mickey and Reuben took their turn walking down the aisle.

“Summer, I know you love him and wanted to marry him, but we can call it off if you want,” George said as he watched his daughter dart around.

Maverick glared at the man for trying to plant the thought in Summer’s head.

“I’m pro-Jake now. I’m just letting her know leaving is an option if she changed her mind.” Her father defended himself. 

“Kid,” Maverick said, grabbing Summer to stop her pacing.

“Mav, I’m scared.” She murmured.

“It’s okay,” He nodded. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

Summer did as she was told and felt calmer already.

“Do you love this knucklehead?” He asked her.

“I do.” Summer laughed at his choice of words.

“Why are you freaking out then?” He asked.

“What if I walk down that aisle, and he realizes he doesn’t love me like that and doesn’t want to marry me?” Her lip quivered.

“Honey, that won’t happen,” George interjected. “He loves you. Very noticeably, might I add.”

Summer smiled before feeling anxious again.

“What if I fall?” She asked.

“You won’t.” Her dad promised.

“But what if?” She asked again.

“We’ll catch you if you do,” Maverick promised.

Summer nodded and took another deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

She looped an arm with each man, and they walked her to the beginning of the aisle. Summer subtly wobbled when she made eye contact with Jake.

“We can still make a break for it if you want.” Maverick joked as the three slowly walked down the aisle.

Jake held on to Javy for support as tears rose in his eyes.

“Yo, Hangman, you good?” Bradley asked him weirdly.

Jake didn’t answer. He just stared at Summer while some of his tears started to fall. Nat was crying as well but looked over at the man when she heard him sniffle.

“Hangman, why are you crying?” Nat asked, bewildered.

“Guys, Summer’s gonna be my wife. That woman, right there, is gonna be my wife in like thirty minutes.” He gushed, completely ignoring all his friends.

“Oh my god, he’s lost it,” Amelia said.

“To be fair, I don’t think he’s ever had it,” Penny said.

“Mickey, you owe me ten dollars,” Reuben said, and Mickey grumbled in response.

Summer relaxed once she reached Jake. He dried his tears while Maverick and Ghost looked at him weirdly.

“Can everyone stop acting weird? I have feelings too.” Jake sniffled.

Maverick kissed Summer on the cheek and gave Jake a hug before going to stand next to Bradley. Ghost kissed his daughter’s forehead before handing her off to Jake and taking his seat next to Emmeline.

The ceremony was smooth if you excluded the number of tears that had been shed. They were mainly from Jake, which had everyone confused for the entirety of it. The two happily ran into the Hard Deck to change after the ceremony. Summer changed into a white sundress while Jake just took off his tie, suit jacket, and button-down, looking like he did when she first saw him that morning.

“Is there a specific reason you guys aren’t doing a first dance thing?” Bradley asked the couple when they made their way out to the bar as the other guests piled in.

“If Jake had it his way, we’d be slow dancing to Slow Ride. No thanks,” Summer shook her head at her friend.

“It’s a good song!” Jake argued.

“Maybe when you don’t listen to it twenty-four-seven.” Summer countered.

Jake and Summer were standing pressed against each other, him standing behind her as she leaned against him. His left hand was placed on her abdomen, and she traced over his newly adorned wedding band with her fingers.

The couple was soon approached by Jake’s coworkers congratulating them. Summer politely smiled as she thanked the familiar faces of the crew she had run into over the past few years. Hondo soon made his way over to them with Cyclone.

“Guess I’ll have to stop calling you Miss Hastings now, huh?” Hondo joked.

“Hondo, you’ve been around my entire life. Call me whatever you see fit.” Summer laughed and hugged him quickly.

“Whatever works for you, Mrs. Seresin.” He teased. “I’m gonna go say hi to your dad. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He stalked off, leaving the couple with Cyclone.

“Hangman,” He addressed Jake.

“Cyclone,” Jake gave him a tightlipped smile.

“Summer,” Cyclone addressed her.

“Cyclone.” She politely smiled.

“Congratulations. Didn’t think I’d be invited, truthfully.” He said to them.

“It would be unfair of me to ice you out because of my parents, Beau.” Summer said truthfully.

The man nodded before speaking again.

“Your parents are-”

“Still together, yes.” Summer nodded.

“Would it be weird if I talked to them?” He asked her. “I want to apologize to your dad.”

“Go for it. I don’t think Ghost’ll cause a scene.”

He nodded again before deciding to stalk off.

“Hey, Beau!” Summer called out to him.

“Yeah?” He turned back at her.

“I know dad misses having you around. It’ll be good to talk things through.” She told him.

The man smiled before making his way over to her parents.

“So Cyclone was in love with Emmeline?” Jake asked her.

“Yeah, but she chose my dad.” Summer said, watching her parents interact with their old friend.

“Oh my god, that could’ve been me if you met someone else.” Jake winced.

“Did you forget we just got married? I’m not going anywhere. Calm down.” She laughed.

“I hope you know I’m just gonna get more annoying now that I’m your husband.” He said.

“How so?” She asked.

“When you start teaching, send me your schedule so we can have lunch every day I’m free.” He proposed.

“Is that all?” She asked.

“Well, I’m not active right now, so I’ll be home often.” He said.

“How is that bad?” Summer asked.

“Okay, maybe not annoying for you, but definitely annoying for our neighbors,” Jake said.

“Oh, Jake. Oh my god,” Summer’s face flushed when she realized what he meant.

“It’ll be a lot of that.” He laughed.

“You’re a menace. Why did I marry you again?” She laughed.

“Because I’m good, Summer. I’m very good.” He spun her around in his arms, laughing.

“Right,” She rolled her eyes before kissing him.

He was.

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I'd like to thank everyone that decided to give this fic a read. I originally wrote it for one of my friends, and she actually helped convince me to write it. I love Jake and Summer so much, and I'm happy I could share their story with you. If you have any ideas or scenarios you'd like to see, just pop into my inbox, and I could make it a part of the outtakes! Thanks again for reading! <3

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All the things left unsaid

Summary: y/n and hangman have always been clearly head over heals for each other, but what happens when he leaves without either of them explicitly saying how they feel.

Pairing: Jake “ hangman” Seresin x female!reader

Warning: Angst, major character death

A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever fic so I’m sorry if it’s not great! But I hope you like it!

Y/n sat outside on the back porch of the hard deck. There was a dark blue hue in the sky as the sun had just set. She clutched the note maverick had just handed her, she couldn’t bring herself to read it.

She couldn’t read it because then she would have to face her fear, her fear that he was actually gone. That she would never hear another witty remark out of Jake “hangman” Serensins mouth again.

They never openly admitted there feelings to each other, but you would be blind if you couldn’t see that y/n and hangman loved one another. The constant flirting between the two, that each would worry about the other, the constant flow of texts from one’s phone to the next. And yet y/n never said those three simple words to him “ I love you” and never will as Jake was killed on his latest mission.

“hey y/n/n want a hand closing up as I’m still here.” Hangman called to her. See she would work late shifts closing up for penny at the bar when she could, mostly because Jake would come in with his other aviator buddies and was always kind enough to stay and help her out. “ are you saying this out of pity Seresin because it was your fellow pilots who left the bar a mess.” She chuckled to herself, “maybe or maybe I just want to spend some time with the gorgeous bartender who works here.” He always knew the right things to say to her. “ also I’m leaving tomorrow morning for the mission and I’m not sure when I’ll see you next.” Ah the mission, Jake had been coming here since his OG topgun days so y/n was no stranger to him getting shipped off to the middle of no where but he always came back so it didn’t bother her. “ you’ll be right back here in no time like always flyboy” he just put on a stoic grin at that comment. She didn’t know this was going to be his most dangerous mission yet, and he wasn’t going to tell her. “ your right y/n/n but just in case…” she just had to cut him off, “ no not today we ain’t going to do none of that sappy stuff Jake you will make it home and I will have your favourite beer chilling here ice cold like I usually do.” “ ok I guess that’s how it’s going to be I’ll text you before I leave.” And with that y/n’s last interaction with hangman ever came to a close. God she wished she just let him speak.

By now it was dark, and the bar was lively behind her. She thought “ to hell with it” and opened up the letter.

Dear y/n,

Im sorry we never got to be together I always hoped we would someday get that chance. You make me a better person, I feel as though I can be myself around you and I haven’t had a person like that in a long time. Even with me being gone and all please take care of yourself, I always hated seeing you cry. I wanted to tell you I really did. Tell you about everything my feelings, the mission but the voice in my head kept telling me you deserved better than me. I’m sorry I never told you I loved you I really did. I think we will be together in another life time.

With much love,

Flyboy <3

God that nicknamed chocked her up. At this point she was sobbing, not caring if patrons from the bar saw. She was just so upset that there was so much left to tell him. She loved him more than anything, why did her fear of rejection keep her from being happy.

***2 weeks later***

Y/n was visiting his headstone. She laid the flowers that she brought and sat down in silence. The cemetery was nice it sat on a tall hill overlooking the ocean. She could hear the birds chirping and the waves crashing beneath her. It was nice, it was the first time in 2 weeks she had felt at peace. She stayed for awhile maybe a bit to long but who was to judge. Just before she left she knew she had to do one more thing. She got up and went to speak for the first time since she got there, “ I love you Jake and I’m sorry for all the things I left unsaid.” And with that she kissed the headstone and left.

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[gayoperatorgunclub]

If you are doing requests, could you please do Prompt 36 with Ace/Maverick?

so this has taken a while, huh. i sincerely apologize, i’ve been swamped with school and a lack of motivation, but i think i’m back for the time being!! since i didn’t know which prompt list you were referring to, i’ve done prompt #36 from the two lists i reblogged most recently!! hopefully you’re still around to enjoy 💖💖💖

here are the prompts: 

from a regular ol’ prompt list: #36 - “When you touch me, I feel a little less broken.”

from 50 reasons to have sex (aka smut prompts): #36 - Practice.

If you had come up to Erik a few years ago, and told him that in a couple years he’d be a part of an international anti-terrorism unit, and in that unit, he’d meet some sexy twink of a Norwegian that would immediately begin flirting (downright offensively he might add), Erik would start laughing. If you’d told Erik that this Norwegian would show up at his apartment, on the brink of a breakdown, and thrown himself into Erik’s arms, sobbing, Erik would’ve told you to leave him alone. 

And yet, here he was. Months after what he affectionately refers to as “The day I realized Håvard looks hot as fuck when he cries, and the period of self-reflection that followed”. Months after finally accepting Håvard’s constant offers of “a night to remember”, much to Håvard’s (adorable) surprise and delight. Erik was laying in bed, arms wrapped around Håvard in a bear hug, with Håvard curled into his chest. Erik had just returned from a mission, and immediately after he’d opened the door, Håvard had jumped into his arms, kissing him all over. Now, Håvard was running his fingers up and down Erik’s chest. The gentle, repetitive motions reminded Erik of something he’d been meaning to tell Håvard for a long time. He cleared his throat. 

“When you touch me, I feel a little less broken.” 

Håvard was gazing up at him now, big blue eyes brimming with love. 

“What’s brought this up? Do I need to be more careful with you? My little porcelain Erik doll?” 

Erik sighed loudly, much to Håvard’s delight.

“And now the moment’s passed. Don’t complain the next time you try to be sappy and I respond with some stupid shit.”

Håvard was pouting now, turning the full force of his puppy dog eyes on Erik.

“Fine. I will be sappy as well, and then we will be even.” Håvard blushed deeply, “When you hold me like you are right now, I feel safe. When I’m with you, I feel like I can really be myself.” 

Erik reached up and cupped Håvard’s face, brushing his thumb across his cheek. Håvard pressed his face into Erik’s hand, bringing his own up to hold it there. He settled back down into Erik’s embrace, still holding his hand to his face. As Håvard’s breathing evened out, Erik leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head, murmuring a quick “I love you” into his hair.

In response, Håvard mumbles out a series of noises that Erik chooses to interpret as “I love you too”.

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That’s prompt #1!! Next up: Prompt #2, this time they do the do!!

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Håvard was plotting something, Erik just knew it. 

They had been together for a few months, and Håvard already seemed- not bored, but unchallenged. 

So, in typical Håvard fashion, a plan had been set into motion. Erik had no idea what it was, just that it had involved multiple trips to Doc’s office (concerning), a period of extensive note-taking (Håvard wouldn’t let him see what exactly was being studied so feverishly), and a seemingly unrelated obsession with Erik’s kinks. 

Yeah, Håvard is definitely plotting something. And whatever it is, it can’t be good. 

This thought process brings Erik back to the present, where he is staring Håvard in the eyes, mouth agape, trying to process what he’s just heard. 

He collects himself and speaks before Håvard has the chance to drop any more bombshells. 

“Okay, okay, hang on a second.” He rubs his hands over his face, pleading with the universe to make sense for once. “You mean to tell me that you’re a virgin.”

A nod from Håvard. 

“And you’ve never been in a relationship that’s gotten as serious as ours, so you’ve never really considered sex with a significant other before.” 

Another nod from Håvard. 

“You’ve never even just...... hooked up with someone? Just for the night?”

A shake of the head, now accompanied by a cute blush. 

Great, Erik thinks, he looks fuckable when he’s embarrassed. 

“Why are you telling me this?” 

Håvard clears his throat. 

“I would like to be..... intimate..... with you, but I lack experience. So, I have been researching techniques, as well as things that you enjoy, but I still don’t know if I’ll be good enough.” 

Good LORD, was he trying to kill him?! All of this plotting had been for Erik? God, Håvard could be sweet when he wasn’t focused on what others thought of him. 

In the meantime, Erik had a very sexy and very nervous Norwegian on his hands, and he intended to assuade any fears of inadequacy he had. 

“Håvard. You don’t have to worry about whether or not you’re good in bed. I love you for you, no matter how great your ass is.” Great, that got a giggle. Now to move in for the kill. “However, if you wanted to practice your skills in the realm of pleasure, then I’d be more than happy to model for you.” 

Håvard’s eyes got big. He whimpered a little, squirming on the couch, and Erik knew he had him. 

“Why don’t we start off with blowjobs? Today, I can focus on how to use your tongue to add to the overall experience. How’s that sound?”

Håvard moaned in agreement, nodding feverishly. 

“Great. Go ahead and strip for me, pretty boy. Now, have you been tested recently?” Håvard nods as he struggles with his pants. Erik walks over and places a hand on top of Håvard’s, squeezing it reassuringly. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. This is about you getting more comfortable with sex, right? So just relax and let me make you feel good.” He leaned in for a kiss, and smiled when Håvard moaned softly into his mouth. “I’m guessing your tests came back clean?” A nod from a now naked Håvard. “Got it. I’m clean too, so we don’t have to worry about condoms or dental dams, but usually you’d want to have one or both before you do anything involving your mouth and another person’s dick, ass, or pussy.” Erik began stripping as well, quick and efficient, and soon he had a hand on Håvard’s chest and was pushing him back onto the couch.

“Now, you don’t need to be naked to have sex. But I figured today we would get to know each other’s bodies a bit more, so the less between us the better.” With that, he dropped to his knees in front of Håvard, rubbing up and down the other man’s thighs in an effort to calm him down and get him used to being touched there. 

“I’m gonna start now. Promise me you’ll tell me if and when you want to stop.” 

Håvard gulped nervously. 

“Why would I want to stop? Will it hurt?”

Erik pressed a kiss to his knee, continuing his massage. 

“No, it won’t hurt, but it might be a bit intense, and that’s completely normal. Just let me know and we’ll switch to something else.” 

Håvard nodded, seemingly steeling himself for what was about to happen. 

“Okay. I’ll let you know if it gets to be too much.” 

Erik nodded, then ran his tongue up the length of Håvard’s cock, delighting in the loud moan he received in return. He set to work, rubbing his tongue over every bit of flesh he can reach. He pulls back for a second to lick his palm, then starts stroking Håvard while he explains what he just did. 

“So, what I like to do is get everything nice and wet before I really get into the blowjob itself. There are a lot of ways to do it, including flavored lube, but right now I my tongue will have to be enough. You have such a pretty cock, Håvard. Such a cute little cock.” With that, he gets back to work, this time sucking on the head, working his tongue into the slit, and rubbing at whatever he didn’t have in his mouth. It had been a while since Erik had been the one giving head, but he had some experience. He could get used to this. 

Meanwhile, Håvard was having a religious experience. He was trembling, trying desperately not to fuck up into Erik’s mouth without warning, but unable to collect himself enough to do anything but wail. Erik finally took notice of Håvard’s state, and pulled off. 

“Hey. Do you want to come in my mouth?” Håvard’s cock twitched so violently it almost hit Erik in the face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled, this time swallowing Håvard down to the hilt. 

Håvard’s whole body seized up, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he wailed Erik’s name. Erik swallowed it all, then pulled back, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth before laying down on the couch next to a semi-conscious Håvard. He maneuvred them both so that Håvard could curl up on his chest. Håvard made a small noise of protest. 

“Kjæreste, you’re still hard.” 

Erik hushed him, wrapping him in a bear hug. 

“You don’t have to worry about that, just rest now. I’ll quiz you on what you’ve learned once you’ve taken a nap.”

#ask #smol-mozzie #ass alert! #r6s maverick #r6s ace #maverick/ace #thank you for interacting!

[durifmdarchived]

base online 1.4 self para.

date: march 2021. character(s) involved: @fmdmaverick (just mentioned in a thought and later about the pets (and they were roommates. oh my god they were roommates)), the furbaby army (kangaroo, peanut butter, moose, finn, angel, & tteokbokki.) mention of @fmdjoosung. about: duri films the “ten things i can’t live without.” basically takes you around his home and shows you the things he can’t live without. a lot them aren’t really technically “things” but it works ig!  trigger warnings: n/a. notes: n/a. word count: 1,465.

      thinking about the ten things that duri couldn’t leave without felt a bit hard, to say the least. he wasn’t entirely sure if he was able to boil down just ten different things because it felt like there was a lot that he could potentially list off. but, instead, he had to name just ten things, so it actually took him a while to think about before he could even film the video. one thing that kind of sucked, to say the least, was that he couldn’t name kai, considering that could probably be seen as suspicious. so, that removed something from the list that he was creating inside of his head for things that he would be able to list off. but, all he knew that it was in no particular order and was more so what just had come to him. he could only hope that it would make sense. due to the fact that he was indeed filming this in more of a vlog style type of way, he dressed up a lot more casual to welcome viewers into his shared home with his “roommate”. nonetheless, he started the camera to begin his ten things i can’t live without video for base online. 

“hello! i’m knight’s duri!” he greets, before bowing towards the camera. “today, i’m going to talk about ten things i can’t live without and show you some of them! this is also in no particular order, just what comes to me!” he explained. “so, welcome to my home!” he said, before giggling softly. he made his way over to where the animals were, tags wagging as duri approached them and recorded them. he got down to their level, giggling softly. “one of the ten things are the pets!” he said. “this one is kangaroo,” he points the shiba inu, “this one is peanut butter,” he points to the frenchie, “and this one is moose!” he says, pointing to the bernedoodle. “we also have finn and angel!” he saiid, pointing to them individually with another giggle. “finn and angel are my roommate maverick’s dogs,” he says. obviously they were also duri’s dogs, but he had to call his boyfriend his ‘roommate’ for... purposes. “we also have another animal in this house... where is she...” he saying, before making noises with his mouth, only to find her by a window. “ah, there she is! my roommate and i rescued her! i named her tteokbokki because i thought she looked like tteobokki,” he explained before giggling once more. he petted the fluffy orange tabby cat, a pur coming from her. he make his way over to the next thing, which was close by, a gallery wall full of family photos. “next on the list is my family!” he said. this was probably an obvious choice, with how much he’s talk about them. he placed himself behind the camera, before showing off photos. he pointed to each photo, telling the camera who was who. explaining a few things, like his parents, why his uncle and aunt raised him. “they really mean a lot to me because they’ve always been there for me and supported me in everything that i’ve done! so, i wouldn’t be able to live without them,” he said, truly getting sappy. 

the next place he takes the camera is into the office on the first floor, where all the music equipment is situated. “next on the list is... music!” he said, laughing softly. “ah, music really means a lot to me... i learned so much about music when i was younger and really studied it. i couldn’t live without music... without making music, it really makes me happy, and i hope my music makes people happy too!” he said. which would probably be a bit hard, anyways, since a lot of his ballads probably aren’t technically happy. but, still, maybe hearing his voice did? who knows. “i think that would lead into the next item that i can’t live without,” he said, before picking up an airpods case. “airpods! so i can listen to music!” he said, giggling softly. “i count any type of buds on this part, just because it all counts, right? i really like listening to music... if there was no more music, i don’t know what i would do...” he said, another giggle leaving his lips. “i also keep all my books in here... which is another thing that i can’t live without! i quite like reading, it really keeps my mind going. that’s not an odd choice, right?” he questioned as if the viewers could answer him right now, a laugh soon leaving his lips. he would leave the office to move onto his next set of things, this time, the kitchen. 

“the kitchen! my next thing is cooking!” he said. “i’ve always enjoyed cooking and just being in the kitchen, something that i learned from my family. so, i’ve gotten a lot of knowledge on cooking and baking from them,” he said, nodding a bit. “i guess you could guess that right?” he said, giggling once more. he was sure there would be an edit on the screen talking about him being a masterchef, something that editors liked to throw in as a brag. “the next thing is coffee! ah, i love coffee, i can’t be without it,” he said, showing off a coffee machine that duri and kai have in the house. “it really keeps me going all day with busy schedules, or on days when i’m just lounging around at home. i can have coffee at any time!” he nodded confidently. before he’d leave the kitchen, those being the only thing in that room that he could think about when it comes to what he can’t live without. before he’d go for something else, he would pass by the grand piano, showing it. “piano is the next thing that i can’t live without!” he confirmed to the camera. “i can play the piano, guitar, and violin. but, piano is by far my favorite instrument. if anything, i can live without the guitar and violin, but i wouldn’t be able to without the piano. it’s really just my favorite of all time! i really enjoy just sitting down and playing sometimes,” he explained. “you can probably tell how much i like the piano due to my composition of all of my life, right?” he asked, giggling a bit to himself, before heading upstairs. 

duri would head to the shared bedroom, which people wouldn’t know is a shared bedroom and just think that it was duri’s room. following after him came tteokbokki, a curious cat that wanted to see what exactly he was doing. duri makes his way over to where he keeps the two dog plushies that he has, the one from his parents, and the one from joosung. he picks up the one from his parents, showing it off to the camera. “this is a dog plushie from my parents, another item that i’m unable to live without. it’s one of the last remaining gifts from them and i brought everywhere with me as a child. on the nights that i have trouble sleeping or days i need more comfort, i reach for this because it’s like they’re with me. so, i always keep this safe, because i can’t live without it,” he explained, clearly getting sentimental, and placing it back in it’s safe spot. tteokbokki was able to reach these things, but she’d most likely never actually touch them. “the second dog plushie is from element’s sun! that one means a lot to me as well, he just got it for me for my last birthday!” he exclaimed, giggling. now, he had one more thing to list off, and he knew what to show. he made his way to the linen closet, where he would show off all the neatly folded blankets. “do you see all the blankets?” he asked. “blankets is the final thing that i can’t live without! i get really cold easily, so having blankets is really essential to me... i also think i have a bad habit of buying them. but, maverick might need some as well or when my niece and nephew stay over, it’s good for that too!” he said with a soft giggle. 

he made his way back into the bedroom, where he’d sit down on the bed with the camera pointed at him. “that’s the ten things that i can’t live without! thank you for watching!” he said, giggling softly. he waved bye to the camera, a big smile upon his face, “bye bye!” he says, before ending it with a happy laugh, and shutting the camera off. he’d be sure to give the recording to his manager to give it to base. 

#fmdbaseonline1.4 #⌜ self para. ⌝

[pollyna]

Even after he has to put on glasses Ice doesn't stop recognising when Mav is around. He maybe can't see him all that clearly when he doesn't have them on but if Mav is around, moving or being still (and that's something extremely rare), Ice knows he's there. It's the way Mav walks, the sound his horrible boots do and the way his steps are always a little slower after a day of work but they almost sound excited to be almost home. Mav thinks he should stop drinking everything Slider offers him and Ice laughs, takes away his glasses and enjoys the sound of Mav moving, breathing, living, around him.

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #ice could pick mav's ways of walking in the middle of a platoon #to the fucking annoying knee pain i'm having and the fuckin' related insomnia so just let them be happy #happy sappy men in love #ice and his glasses #otp: things get old our love is gold

[hopecountyisforlovers]

(1/2) Dear my tiger, Happy birthday! I can't believe it's been another year. The years really do start coming and they really don't stop coming, huh? Don't hit me for that one, I know it made you smile! It's been a rough year for you, I know that. I know better than anyone. I've been here with you the entire time. But despite everything, you did it. You made it this far, and you're going to keep making it, because you're built stronger than my metal arm.

(2/2) My bright blue sky, I'm proud to be your sunshine. Let's spend some time with booze and cake on the beach, yeah? We'll see where the day goes from there... So long as we're together, I'll make it the best birthday I can. This year and every other down the line. Love always, Kazuhira 

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haha, you’re right, it did make me smile- you’ve always been good at that, huh? nobody makes me smile as easily as you do. don’t know if i would have gotten through this year if not for you.... i didn’t do it alone. i think it’d be better to say *we* did it.. but that sounds sappy, i guess. i dont doubt we could find something to do... all alone on the sand with all that frosting and a bottle of good booze... it’ll be perfect just like every other day i’ve spent with you. <3  Yours, Maverick

#ask #f/o: kazuhira #YES i know mavericks birthday is in november and mine isnt bc its in like 18 minutes #but i like answering asks in character #Anonymous

[florenceisfalling]

Let's go with Roxie, I'm curious about her (or them, sorry, wanna make sure I don't misgender here)

thank you!! :D

full name: roxeanne amira (might change the middle name :0) angelogender and sexuality: girl, bipronouns: she/herethnicity/species: mixedbirthplace and birthdate: somewhere probably in the pacific northwest, a few decades from nowguilty pleasures: writing self-insert love stories, and cooking. this is only guilty since some of her cooking involves cannibalism.phobias: claustrophobia, chokingwhat they would be famous for: in her world, she’s already an urban legend, since people think she’s a ghost or other things! but she, eventually, with help from liam and holly, becomes known for something a lot more happy. a place of safety. :D

what they would get arrested for: probably the whole cannibalism thing, lmao. good thing there’s no authorities in love and waroc you ship them with: nobody in the story ends up romantically involved, but, if i had to pick… holly, or liam, or both.oc most likely to murder them: samael! or maverick but that. uh. too latefavorite movie/book genre: romance! romance romance romance, or sappy stuff either wayleast favorite movie/book genre: overly gritty movies about realistic scenariostalents and/or powers: she’s a great cook, singer, and dancer!! also, does being able to blink less and intentionally slow down her heartbeat countwhy someone might love them: she’s super sweet and emotional and caring!! she’s protective and enthusiastic and clever!!why someone might hate them: she can be selfish and a little too emotional, as well as manipulative (whether its intentional or not)how they change: she learns to prioritize healthier relationships and handle things slower and more carefully. she becomes way more emotionally stable and way less lonely!!why i love them: her aesthetic? perfect. her face? perfect. her over-emotional reactions to everything? relatable. the catharsis of her revenge on maverick? god-tier. her development into something wonderful and kind and self-loving again? superb. she’s so lovely aaaaaaa

thank you for asking!!

#roxie the romantic #cannibalism tw #love and war #my ocs #<3

[dreelonkusayang]

A letter to Dreelon Maverick. An angel who was born on a beautiful day, November 7th 1997.

It’s actually hard to put into words, about the things that have been running in my mind lately. Although there are many things that I wanna say, but it seems so hard to type them and let it out. Especially when those words are for someone who actually mean a lot to me, for someone who I adore a lot. Kakak, you are my favorite human being that ever existed on earth, and for that, today is one of the greatest day of your life. Even if you said that you don’t care and that you’ll accept anything, let me write this letter to you okay?

Today is the day where the universe collided and created the most amazing person ever. One of your important day, and in fact, it’s one of my favorite day of the year. Even more, I favor it more than January 16 (maybe, but that didn’t really matter anyway). Because if you weren’t born on that day, then we won’t be here, today, right now. Our story would’ve been so fucking different.

Baby, I love you for so many reasons. I love the way you think, the way you laugh at my jokes, the way you pay attention to me, the way you speak, the way you love and every bit of you..... I just love you in many ways. To me, you are genuine, loving, sweet, hilarious. Because you tried your best to work your relationship with me. You always brought the best side of you when you’re with me. Because you tell me that I’m beautiful everyday, and even if I looked like I hate it, I love it always. Even if I’m in my ugliest state, and even if I looked like a different person with my friends, you always told me that I’m pretty. Because you care about me, about us. And the bond that we have, I love it to bits. 

Baby, I love you more than how much I love my dramas, more than my sappy AUs that I read everyday, more than my love for Kim Mingyu (just a bit tho), and even so much more than my love for McDonald’s McSpicy. It’s just that much. You always encourage me beyond belief, you believe in me, and so do I that I believe in you. And when I don’t feel like myself, you always put me to a standing position, to hug me, and to tell me that I’ll always be the best, at least to you. Right?

You always see the best of me, and I am too, always seeing the best of you. Thank you for catching me when I fall, for hugging me when I crumble, for holding my hand, and telling me that I’ll be alright. Thank you for being my boyfriend, my partner in crime, my love. Thank you for being the love of my life. 

You’re one of the best thing that ever happened to me baby. And I’m so fucking blessed to have you. I love the journey that we are on, and I’m looking forward to more adventures with you.  And I’m so lucky to be with you to celebrate your special day.

Kakak, happy birthday sayang. Happy happiest birthday to you baby. I love you so fucking much words can’t explain. I’m so glad you were born to this cruel world. Please always be the most loving person you’re ought to be.

Always and forever,

dede. ❤

[chrismdthings]

overwhelming

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): alcohol tw  note: listen to overwhelming - jon bellion while reading / 2,682 words

yeah, i think i got one her soul is presidential like Barack, son yeah, she call me Goose, i call her Maverick 'cause of Top Gun they say we annoying, they just jealous cause we got love yeah, i got a hot one she don't want a problem if there's not one but people come around and try some stupid shit to start one she give you the people's fuckin' elbow like The Rock, son

"You two are mad annoying, ya know?" Simon tsked, catching a glimpse of you and Chris out the corner of his eye. You glanced away from Chris and looked at Simon, rolling your eyes, and he continued. "I mean, I did ask Chris to come to London.."

"We're a package deal, Minter." You swung your legs off of Chris' lap and stood up. "When you get one, you get the other too." He just shook his head and you walked from the sofa and into the kitchen just down the hall. This was your second day visiting the new Sidemen house, so you were still adjusting to the new place and trying to remember where everything was. You spent four minutes trying to find the bathroom last night, but luckily you knew where your favorite place was- the kitchen. "Hey Goose!" You called out, "you want a water?"

Chris licked his lips and replied after the sound of his nickname; "Yes, please!" He said before following it with, "Maverick!" And then he returned to the game of FIFA that he and Simon were in the midst of, but a second later, the menu popped up on the telly screen and he raised a brow. He hadn't accidentally pressed the button himself, and instinctively he turned to Simon to see the fellow Youtuber staring at him with a blank face. "What?" Chris chuckled.

"Goose? Maverick?" Chris chuckled and shook his head. He knew that someone would eventually question you two.

"Ever watched Top Gun?" Simon shook his head and Chris continued. "Well, I made the mistake of letting her watch it with me. Then we just kind of adopted those nicknames for each other." 

"Is that like a stupid couple thing?"

A second later your voice echoed into the living room as you made your way back into the living room, now with two bottles of water and an apple. "Yeah, 'cause you wouldn't know about couple shit, right?" Walking back to the sofa, you tossed a water bottle to Chris and then looked back up at Simon. He was trying to keep a straight face, but a grin tempted his lips. "Hit you where it hurts?" And he nodded and you laughed. "Sorry," 

"No you're not." 

"Eh," you lowered yourself back down onto the sofa next to Chris, your knee bumping against his. "No not really, because if you had a girlfriend that would mean I would have you deal with sappy you." You shook your head. "And I couldn't deal with that."

"And we can't take those football trips alone." Chris butted in. "Remember Abu Dhabi? Now imagine that with a girlfriend."

"She went!" Simon pointed over at you and you laughed, nearly spitting out your water.

"Yeah, but she's one of the guys half the time." Chris reasoned and Simon teetered his head back and forth before nodding. You laughed, knowing well that it was true.

"So as long as you and Chris have the sappy relationship, I'm good?"

You nodded and laughed, "exactly. And Chris and I have enough love to go around." 

Chris reached over and placed a hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb along the top of your thigh as you grabbed the controller and Simon un-paused the game on the telly. He sat back and watched as you and Simon fought back and forth, yelling and laughing at each other after poor attempts, and then cursing after the other scored. Chris laughed at your celebration dance, fist pumping before throwing your arms around his neck and then having to return to the match seconds later.

This was one of the first times that you had met Simon, and even been to London with Chris. You visited London once early last year to meet the entire Sidemen and all of Chris' friends, and now this was your second trip. The entire day had been revolved around filming with a few of the Sidemen and running around London with them, and even though it was only your second time meeting them with Chris, it felt like it was the hundredth. You fit in so well into the group, whether it was while discussing football over dinner or just in general during a quick pick-up game of FIFA. That was important to Chris because they were some of his closest friends, thanks to Youtube, and spent a great deal with them for recording purposes and in general life. So having you become so close and be so comfortable with them made him feel a sense of peace.

The last girl that Chris brought around, which was when he first started Youtube, clearly wasn't into the lifestyle that he was now living. She was a phenomenal person, but there wasn't the connection between her and his friends that you had with them. If he left his ex alone with them, they would sit in silence, but you started banter with them or had a general conversation. Her not being able to fit in wasn't the reason behind the break up, but if was something that also fell along with it. 

There were other perks of the relationship, and of you, outside of getting along with his friends, but it still made him happy. He had been single for so long, and okay with that, but then you stumbled in (literally but that was a story of a different time) and he couldn't be more happy. 

During the early stages of the relationship, in between the awkward texts and first dates, Chris assumed he knew you pretty well. He knew you were a university student finishing your studies, had a good head on your shoulders, enjoyed being and going out, and just having fun in general. But it was clear as the dates progressed and the more that you two hung out, he learned more and more about you. 

He learned that you enjoyed letting loose, even sometimes a bit too much, after a hard week. He learned that you had a thing for adventures, always wanting to go somewhere or do something, even if it meant driving across Jersey entirely, or packing bags to head to the airport with no idea of where to go. He got to know the tattoos that graced your skin, along the back of your arm and shoulder, a scripture down your torso as he delicately ran his finger tips over the ink and sat with you at the shop as you got your most recent one. He learned that you loved to spend time with him, even if it meant you sitting on his bed and reading or scrolling through social media as he edited an upcoming video. He learned that you loved to sing in the car- blaring Queen or The Rolling Stones as loud as possible, and singing along just as loud. 

And Chris couldn't forget the party when he realized what kind of drunk you were as you tried to dance on a glass table in heels before he had to help you down. He also couldn't forget Jersey Live during that summer as you nearly got into a fight with someone who went after one of your best friends. He couldn't forget the late nights as you would come to his place in the early hours just to hang out and then stay up until the early hours of the morning.

You were a taste of something different that he never had, and it gave him such a rush, and made him feel ways he never did. And it felt good.

"hey, do i impress you?" i really like the way you rock a sweatsuit when you working out and i'm just watching how your legs move they would think that you was, like, developed in a test tube you deserve a theme song you could be the shoulder that i lean on love it when you're late for work and try to slip your jeans on you be bumping Chili Peppers all up in your Nissan

Stretching out his arms, Chris yawned and stretched before relaxing against his soft mattress and under the heavy duvet. He was so tempted to fall back into slumber, sleep until the late hours of the afternoon to catch up on his rest, but he knew that would only fuck what was left of his sleeping schedule. So he had to force himself to stay awake, and rubbed his eyes with balled fists.

Blinking a couple of times and fully coming to his senses, Chris rolled over and looked right at you sleeping soundly next to him. You were in one of his jumpers, the hem riding up your thighs and revealing the curve of your butt along with your lace panties. You were in such a deep slumber, not even feeling him shift on the mattress like you usually did in the middle of the night. It was clear that a five-hour flight delay and staying in London until after midnight, and then a flight back to Jersey in the middle of the night clearly took a toll on your sleep. Chris looked at you, and you were sleeping so soundly, and seemed so peaceful. 

On any other day, that was a rarity.

If you were at his place, you were playing music, talking about anything and everything while making jokes and bantering back and forth with him, occasionally playing a game of FIFA or watching a film, and sometimes all of the above on some days. However, you now you were so quiet and calm. That was so unusual it actually made Chris uncomfortable, but he decided to let you get some rest before you were due back home.

It was later, around 9 o'clock that morning when you finally arose from your deep sleep. You slept so well after falling into bed that you actually didn't know what time, what day, or really what year it was when you opened your eyes. You did know, however, that Chris was awake as he was sitting in his desk chair, typing away at his laptop while also editing on another. You shifted under the duvet and onto your side, and at the sound of the mattress moving, Chris turned around and looked at you. He jerked out an earphone and smiled warmly. 

"Hey, how did you sleep?"

You nodded, your cheek pressed against the soft pillow. "Really good." You admitted before yawning, and then asking; "What time is it?"

"About five after nine." Chris said and you nodded again, now understanding that in less than forty minutes you were supposed to be at work. And in that moment you hated yourself for embarking on the trip to London with Chris, even though you had fun the entire time, 5-hours-of-sleep-you was not too pleased with the current situation. 

You peeled the duvet off your body and stood up, grabbing your toothbrush and things before heading off to the bathroom. Chris could hear you brushing your teeth and washing you face from down the hall, and then you appeared back into the room seconds later. You searched through your bags and found a pair of jeans, sliding them on your legs as you attempted to get ready to leave. Luckily all of your other things were in your car outside, which had been parked there since you left with Chris early last week.

"I gotta get going." You said before looking down at Chris' jumper that hung loose on your torso, and then back up to him. "And I'll bring this back later." You swung your backpack on your shoulders and grabbed your keys that laid on his desk. "I'll see you later tonight?" Even though you two had just spent an entire week together, the separation anxiety was major while you were at work. Several times Chris even came into your job to surprise you, even though you had lunch with him just an hour before.

Chris nodded and leaned his head back, and you leaned over him, pressing your lips against his. His lips tasted like mouth-wash, so you knew he hadn't been awake much longer than you. "I'll see you tonight." He said before reaching out, holding onto your face, and pecking your lips. You laughed as he pinched your cheeks together and your lips puckered and he kissed you again. Chris loved moments like this, when you two were laughing together, him being fully able to lean over and kiss you when he wanted, because he could. These moments made his heart happy, and he wished that he was artistic or could write, because he would paint this moment or write a song for you, just to remember the exact feeling he had.

He didn't know why you chose him out of every other person in Jersey, or every other person that you knew in this world, and he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. 

"Have fun at work!" He called out, and then you were rushing down the stairs and out of the house. And then you saw him two hours later when he swooped into your job saying that he was "on a grocery run for milk" even though it was a complete lie, but you went along with it anyway.

there is a potion in your lips, so sweet, i'd die there is an ocean in your hips, so deep, i'd dive i hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life yeah, i think i got one and every single little thing about her is so overwhelming everything about you is so overwhelming when i think about you, it gets overwhelming 'cause everything about you is so overwhelming come over here and overwhelm me

That was the word that Chris used to describe you, to describe the relationship as a whole- overwhelming. 

Overwhelming could be used to describe you after a night out when Chris was holding back your hair, or holding you back in general as you were tempted to, in your words, "start swinging." Overwhelming could be used to describe feeling Chris had as he held your hand, yelling out the lyrics to Queen's It's Late. Overwhelming was the word that described you the most compared to Chris' past. Overwhelming was the word to describe the feeling in Chris' heart as he held you close, and wrapped his arms around you.

Chris always wondered what good he did in this world to deserve someone like you.

You were his shoulder to lean on, his source of entertainment when he felt like technology was against him on certain nights as you done anything to make him laugh. You were the person who introduced him to new things in life like music, food, feelings, and places. You were the person who pulled out the good inside of him. You were the person Chris was completely and utterly infatuated with, or at least that was what his mum and sister, and even father, said. And over everything, you were his best friend.

Each day was a new day, but you were still his everything.

Just the thought that Chris could kiss you when he wanted, could hold your hand, could lay beside you as you fell asleep, was overwhelming. And Chris never told you about any of those things, until he finally said those three words.

"I love you." He whispered as you looked up at the fireworks bursting into the sky with a range of colors. You turned to him and felt your heart skip a beat as your eyes met. "I love you, and I want you to overwhelm me for the rest of my life."

#im crying #i love this #i love this so much #chrismd #chrismd10 #chris dixon #chrismd imagine #chrismd10 imagine #chris dixon imagine #chrismd drabble #chrismd10 drabble #chris dixon drabble #chrismd one shot #chrismd10 one shot #chris dixon one shot #one shot

[rottenheartedchild]

Set in the future where Ivan is a successful film director and adopted kids (minus Agatha) because he wanted to raise a family and made sure that each of them has their own legacy. This is just to summarize their bio,I’ll try to add the full thing once I’m proud of the end results. 

Helen(22)-Ivan’s first adopted daughter who began to follow his footstep by joining Hollywood U to become a director and became a witch like Ivan. Is known for creating thought provoking masterpieces but tends to be a maverick especially around prof Hunt (she admires him and his works greatly but Helen provokes him just for fun). When not creating mischief or potions Helen mostly spends her time around her dad’s friends and learned everything from them. Loves her siblings equally and is supportive of them. A huge daddy’s girl and hates it when her siblings teased about her fox form being harmless and such.

Kenshin(18)-a quiet young man whose passion is music,arts and fashion. Was adopted when he was 13 and barely spoke English but his adoptive family made him feel welcomed and taught him how until he spoke fluently. Sumayyah,now a famous songwriter took him under his wings and showed him the workings of making music and introduced him to her talented friends whose happy enough to show Ken what needs to be done. He plans on going to Hollywood U like Helen did and tried his hardest so he could enroll there. Kenshin is close with his siblings but he thinks Yuanjun is a huge goofy flirt.

Agatha and Reno Jr(16)-Agatha is Ivan and Addison’s daughter and she’s an adrenaline junkie who dreams of becoming a Mixed Martial Arts fighter while Reno Jr is a boy whom Ivan adopted when he was 10 and is a talented dancer. These two are very close and are inseparable but they do have their arguments once in a while like any siblings would. Reno usually becomes Agatha’s wing-man every time she’s too embarrassed to talk any cute girls they met and in return she teaches self-defense moves to protect himself better. Occasionally Agatha would shape shift into any kind of animals and took her best bro for adventures.

Yuanjun(15)-The highschool heartthrob but to his family,Jun is a big fussy kid who is terrified of dogs and loves watching sappy romance movies. Yuanjun learns magic from his foster dad when his real parents failed to pass down their knowledge due to their unknown disappearance. He likes getting attention from girls and boys who admired his looks and talents but he hates it when Agatha fools everyone with her innocent facade(which she inherits from Ivan). Looks up to Kenshin and Reno Jr because in his eyes,they’re the coolest dudes in the world. Wants to become an actor and is a huge fan of Chris Winters.

Eun-hui(13)-The youngest of the bunch,she loves playing video games,rabbits and fluffy animals.She was adopted when she’s only 3 years old but she adjusted quickly to her new enviroment and loves her new family greatly. Eun-hui loves competing with her uncle Amir in video games and she’s exceptionally good at it. She’s a bit of a science geek as well who loves watching her other uncle Danial experiment stuffs which he occasionally let her join in. All her siblings adore her and tends to spoil the girl but she sometimes gets annoyed when she’s being treated like a child much to Ivan’s amusement. Her favourite game character is D.va and she’s a fan of her. 

#Helen #Agatha #Reno Jr. #Kenshin #Yuanjun #Eun-hui #Ivan #Sumayyah #Amir #Danial #Addison mentioned #Chris mentioned #hwu #hollywood u

[calebswitching]

Claimed

@ericxanders

Eric offers Caleb his collar, officially, and Caleb accepts

It had been a long day. Emotional. Wrought with relief, some sadness but mostly contentment at being reunited with loved ones. He'd taken both of his boys to bed immediately and simply held one at each side and revelled in knowing they were safe, they were together and they were going home. Slowly, they'd began to untangle themselves and set up preparing for travelling the next day. Caleb packed. Maverick cooked. He leant a hand to clearing up some of the destruction. His phone rang while he was out; his Mama. Curious and excited to hear about whether Caleb had accepted his collar. Following the reassurance they were all okay, she'd simply expected him to go ahead with his plan as normal. When he said he hadn't, she asked the perfect question. Well, why not? Why not indeed? He told Maverick what was happening; nothing more than a quiet whisper. He decided it was something he wanted to share with just Caleb but Maverick had to know it was happening. With the collar tucked in a box, safely stowed in his rucksack, he found Caleb finishing off the last suitcase. 'Sweet boy, come out with me. Mav's still sorting dinner and I want to see a little more of the island before we have to leave. I spoke to some officials -- it's safe for us to be out.' he advised.

Caleb was still sort of reeling from all the drama, but having something mundane to do like packing gave him something to focus on and complete, so he could feel productive and useful, and that helped him find some peace.  He still felt bad that so many people had gotten hurt, but was selfishly relieved that it wasn't Eric or Mav, or one of his brothers.

He was finishing up Mav's suitcase when Eric called to him, and Caleb looked up attentively.  "Yes, Sir.  Just a second, I'm almost done."  He was still holding a pair of sandals, which he put in the suitcase and zipped it up.  He stood, enjoying the quiet little feeling of having finished a task properly, and slipped on a pair of shoes to go outside with Eric.  "Where are we going, Sir?  Anywhere specific?"

'Nowhere specific.' he lied. He reached out to lace their fingers together, instinctively drawing Caleb closer to his side as they headed out. He had a very specific place in mind but Caleb couldn't know that. It would ruin the element of surprise and romanticism he was attempting to create. The sun was starting to dip and he knew it wouldn't be long before there were stars visible in the sky -- and was there a better backdrop to the beginning of their forever than a perfectly starry sky? There wasn't much conversation as they ambled away from the houses and into the forested area of the island. They stuck to marked, well-lit pathways that wound through trees to higher ground. It was peaceful. There was something more than satisfying about just being there. With Caleb. Having weathered a literal storm and come out the otherside. It seemed almost a reflection of their relationship up to this point.

Caleb smiled to himself when Eric took his hand.  He didn't need to know where they were going, he wasn't concerned.  Even if they were just wandering, he was content to follow Eric anywhere.

He looked at the sky a lot as they walked.  The stars were coming out as the last light of the sun faded, and they were so beautiful here.  "I love being out in the middle of nowhere like this," he said quietly.  "A lot less light pollution on a private island.  You can see so much.  Now that the sky is clear again, that is."  He was staring up at the stars, enraptured by their vastness, but with Eric holding his hand, he was still grounded, still safe.

'So what I'm hearing is that when we find a house, we need to look for something out of the way so my boy can admire the stars as he likes.' Eric chuckled, pulling Caleb against his side before he wrapped his arm around his waist. 'Here -- just over this way.' He could hear the sound of the waterfall he was walking to and he knew at this stage, their path would become a little narrower. 'It looks like there's a clearing this way. You'll be able to see everything much more clearly.'

Caleb looked over at Eric and then blushed and looked down, embarrassed.  "No, that's not- I didn't mean that."  He was smiling, though, because it was so sweet, the way Eric talked like that.  Trying to give Caleb anything he'd ever wanted.  "I'll be happy anywhere, with you and Mav, Sir," he said softly, giving Eric's hand a squeeze.  Shortly after that, he could hear the sound of running water, getting louder.  The trail was lit with periodic lamps, and as they got to the clearing, it had lamps dotted around as well.  He saw the waterfall as they came around a bend, and he lit up.  Even in the dark, it was beautiful, reflecting the light from the lamps and the dark shadows of the surrounding trees.

'Pretty magical right?' He remarked, looking out over the scene. He'd found this spot on the first day exploring the island; he swore it was his inner photographer sense that led him there. The spot was just about perfect and he knew in that moment it was the exact place he wanted to bring Caleb. 'Stand over there; against the barrier. Looking out at the waterfall.' he instructed, crouching down to look through his rucksack for his camera. 'I'd be a terrible Dominant if I didn't get a photograph of my boy, looking as beautiful as he does right now.' His fingers brushed the box, but closed around his camera and he moved to snap a few pictures. That hadn't just been a line to get Caleb looking the other way. Satisfied, and with Caleb still facing the waterfall, he swapped the camera for the box and stepped up behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist. 'I have a question for you -- and I'm aware this might be a little sappy or over the top, but I couldn't think of a better place to start our lives together than under the stars.' he explained, bringing the box around so Caleb could see it. 'But I'm hoping you'll accept my collar so I can tell everyone you're mine in every way that matters; emotionally, physically, legally.' he grinned.

"It's beautiful," Caleb agreed.  He wasn't at all surprised when Eric started giving him directions, he knew the camera must be about to come out.  He posed as instructed, and hoped Eric wanted him to be smiling in the picture because he didn't think he could stop.  Eric always had a way of making him feel special and important, and even after months Caleb still wasn't used to it.

He didn't move when Eric stopped taking pictures, figuring that he was just moving to get a different angle.  Caleb didn't turn to look until Eric was behind him, and then all he could do was glance over his shoulder to send Eric a smile, because the Dom had an arm around his waist.  When he saw the box, his breath caught in his throat.  He knew what was in it.  Caleb's hand went up to his throat, the spot where the collar had sat last month.  He had wanted it back since the day their trial ended.  He nodded, finding it difficult to speak, then pulled away just enough to turn around and face Eric.  "Can- can I kneel for you?  Please?"

‘I’d really like it if you kneeled for me.’ He replied, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. He’d always imagined feeling a weight at this moment; a weight of responsibility, of pressure, of expectation.  Now that he was in the moment, he felt quite the opposite. Weightless. This was one step towards his future. This was right — not complete yet but right all the same. He stepped back and and pulled his hoodie from where it had been tied around his waist. He placed it on the ground, softening the place for his submissive to kneel then observed as he did it perfectly. In the time it hadn’t been around Caleb’s neck, he’d had it cleaned and the romantic fantasist in him swore it shone. ‘My love is not fragile submissive. I want forever with you.’ He whispered as he clasped the collar around his neck.

Caleb was ready to drop to his knees right there on the concrete walkway, but he saw Eric folding up the sweatshirt, so he waited.  As soon a Eric had set it down, Caleb sank gracefully to his knees, sitting back on his heels, his hands folded in his lap, back straight, head slightly bowed.  And normally he would hold that position, the one'd been taught, but right now, he couldn't stop himself from looking up at Eric, even though he had to lift his head to do it.  He just needed to see him, see the absolute sincerity on his face as he gave Caleb his collar.  Emotions welled up in him, too many to parse, and they made a lump form in his throat. Eric told him that his love isn't fragile, and Caleb believed him.  It was hard for him to accept, and he knew that he would still have days when his doubts got the better of him, but right now, he believed it.  And he loved Eric in return, fiercely.  "I'm yours," he whispered in response as he felt the cool metal settle around his skin again.  "Completely.  I'm yours, Master."

It only took a moment before he was dropping to his own knees, cradling Caleb’s face between his hands and kissing him deeply, hungrily. He’d wanted this for so long, but he’d almost been afraid to believe he could really have it. ‘Completely mine.’ He echoed when he eventually pulled back. He moved back to his feet, and held his hand out to Caleb, pulling him up  and to his chest. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now.’

Caleb leaned forward, meeting Eric's kiss eagerly.  His hands reached towards Eric as well, touching his shirt, and one ended up resting on Eric's side while the other pressed against his chest.  That alone spoke volumes, though no one who didn't know him as well as Eric did would understand.  There was no hesitation at all in Caleb's touch.

He was almost reluctant to get to his feet, because he wanted this moment to last so much longer.  But he was just as happy to take Eric's hand, and to lean into him when he was pulled close.  He slipped his arms around Eric's waist and hugged him tight.  "I didn't know it was possible to feel like this," he responded in a whisper.

He let them linger there. It was just them. Nothing else mattered and after the destruction of the last few days, it was refreshing, peaceful even, to feel like they were laying the foundations for something new. The sky was growing darker, the stars more prevalent and he knew they’d have to go back soon. His fingers traced over Caleb’s collar — the metal was still cool to the touch and it looked perfect, moreso because he knew it wouldn’t have to come off again. ‘As reluctant as I am to leave this spot, there’s an incredibly excited and I’m sure, impatient, Maverick waiting for us back at the cabin.’ He mused.

Caleb didn't want to move, either.  Right here in Eric's arms, there was this intense sense of safety and rightness, and after the tense storm, it felt like water in a desert.  He marveled as he stood there at just how safe he felt.  For once, he wasn't anxious.  Not about anything.  All of his worries were set aside, and for a moment, he felt nothing but peace. But Eric was right, and Caleb laughed softly and nodded, pulling away from the hug. He managed to slip his hand into Eric's as he did, though.  "Did you tell him you were about to give me your collar, Sir?"

‘I did. As much as I knew I wanted this to be a moment that just the two of us shared, I didn’t want to surprise him with it. I wanted him to be included.’ He explained, grabbing his backpack and flinging it over one shoulder. Caleb took his hand and he felt fireworks. Because Caleb, since their trial began, had been reluctant to touch him of his own accord and that wasn’t the first time he’d done it tonight. ‘If all has gone to plan, then Maverick should have our room laid out for the most important of Anderson traditions; an indoor picnic.’ He grinned. That had always been a treat as a child, something his Mama had always done to cheer him up and now a tradition he was keen to share with the new family he was creating for himself. ‘Are you ready to go back submissive?’

Caleb wasn't at all bothered that Maverick knew.  He wouldn't have been surprised if Maverick had been there when Eric gave him the collar.  This relationship had always been the three of them, and he knew Mav was going to be over the moon that Caleb had his collar on officially now.  "I want him to be included, too," he agreed quietly as they started walking back along the lamp-lit path.  He smiled when Eric mentioned the picnic.  He had sort of been wondering what Mav had been spending so much time on in the kitchen, but he hadn't asked, figuring it was just Mav's way of destressing after the storm.  Caleb nodded, sending Eric another quiet, happy smile.  "Yes, please, Sir."

#eric #claiming