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I think Phoenix as a character deserves to be a little bit of a Bastard. So many fics make him just the nicest guy and that’s fine BUT pSSS PSSS PSSS come CLOSER. MAYBE HE DESERVES TO BE A LITTLE MEAN. A little HORRIBLE EVEN.
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p1utofairy · 7 months
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PAC: “all i need in this life of sin…” ⭐️🏆❤️‍🔥🍒
• the personality traits and overall aesthetic of your person.
disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i had fun doing this :) hope you all enjoy! feedback is always appreciated of course.
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pile 1 🪷 —
“lotus flower bomb, firefly. when i'm low, she take me high. i can teach you all the sounds of love.”
heyyy pile 1, let me just start by saying the energy is strongggg af my goodness. your person is definitely a go-getter! they say what they mean, and mean what they say. this is a person who has gone through a lot of hardships in life and has experienced a lot of setbacks, causing them to feel hopeless and discouraged. but on the flip side, they possess the strength to rise like a phoenix from the ashes and overcome adversity. your person may have a deep and/or commanding voice…it's one of the things you definitely are going to love about them. your person has a lot of structure, power and authority. they call the shots and you'll love it lol. they weren't always like this either pile 1, they had to grow into the person that they are now. this provider/protector role. also, i keep hearing that they are veryyy attractive. there's a detached vibe to them that intrigues people, it's like they can't fully figure out your person & your person likes that honestly. i heard "let's keep it that way." lol they do not like people all up in their business. your person may have prominent air sign placements in their chart. this is someone who is intellectually sharp, has a clear vision, and knows how to take on challenges with a levelheaded approach. they can be headstrong from time to time but they typically make decisions based on careful thought and precision. it used to be hard for them to see the brighter side of things, but you are a beacon of light for them. you bring out the energetic and adventurous side of them, they're gonna be all over you pile 1. they can't even control it…they're usually laid back and chill but you get them so excited and aroused i'm hearing LOLOLOL. with you by their side, they know that they can do anything. i'm now hearing i won by future ft. kanye west wowww they're definitely gonna feel so lucky to have you pile 1.
their overall aesthetic:
i'm getting certified lover boy vibesssss. your person might have a calm and composed demeanor, but deep down you really stir something primal in them. they want to impress you so badly, even when you two get into the relationship they still want you to feel like you're in the honeymoon phase (i'm hearing years) down the line. whatever you want, they'll get it. they're gonna treat you with so much care, devotion and respect. i feel like this person has money mhm they're gonna splurge on you. i'm getting spontaneous trips, fine dining, luxury gifts and lots of pampering. you may not always expect that from them, but it's something they want to do for you because they love you. i feel like their love language is quality time, gift giving and words of affirmation. i see 11:11 on the clock now that i'm wrapping up your reading, WOW. this is amazing pile 1.
other channeled messages:
the party & the after party by the weeknd, aquarius, unbothered, gemini, change, cancer, authority, hey daddy (daddy's home) by usher, fancy by drake ft. t.i. & swizz beatz, 11:11, get on your knees by nicki minaj ft. ariana grande
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pile 2 ☀️ —
“that's the way everyday goes. every time we've no control. if the sky is pink and white. if the ground is black and yellow. it's the same way you showed me.”
your person is an absolute gem, pile 2. i mean wow…i don't even know where to begin. i can feel their attraction and adoration for you 🥹 you inspire them so much. your person has a lot of complex emotions that they have to work through at times and they'll love how you'll always be willing to listen and give them the advice they need to carry on. i can see you two sitting really close together, faces nearly inches apart and your hand over their heart saying "i'm always here, you know that." you don't ever want them to hold back. i don't know why carmy and sydney from ‘the bear’ keep popping up in my head. (do y'all watch that show?) i'm seeing stolen glances, small smiles and hearing lots of giggling/laughter. you take their breath away pile 2. this person is not confrontational, they try to avoid conflict and discomfort as much as possible. if your upset though, they'll put their shit aside and make sure you're okay. again, idk if y'all watch ‘the bear’ but whenever sydney is upset/angry with carmy he'll immediately try to get to the root of the problem and ask her what's going on. your person does not want to fuck up the foundation they are working to build with you. they sometimes struggle with getting things started and leaving them unfinished, but with this relationship they want to see it all the way through. you have the natural ability to care for others and appreciate the beauty and value of life (i hear you romanticize life), and you inspire your person to do the same. they feel so blessed to have someone like you in their life. your person wants the whole 9 with you, they are willing to give you the world. you bring them so much joy pile 2 it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
their overall aesthetic:
i'm hearing that your person has the midas touch; everything they touch turns to gold. this is random but i feel like you're their first bad b*tch lol they've never had someone like you. i feel like their last relationship didn't end on the greatest of terms and they felt really down about it, doubting if love is even real. but you came along and shook things up! i feel like you both match each other's fly. they have a very clean-cut, simple yet effective style that you'll really like. possibly even tattoos. also, they're gonna be BIG on physical touch.
other channeled messages:
i know you by faye webster, carmy berzatto from the bear, you bring me joy by mary j. blige, leo, flirty, separation anxiety, broken, happy by ashanti, money, 222, honey by mariah carey
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pile 3 🌅 —
“i'm tellin' everybody you're mine and i like it. and i really hope you don't mind, i can't fight it. no, you know i cannot hide it 'cause i am so excited that i finally decided on you.”
heyyy pile 3, i'm getting major best friends to lovers vibes holy shit. thinkin bout you by frank ocean just came to mind. literally anything you say or do will have your person in such awe of you. i'm getting serena van der woodsen and nate archibald vibes (without the betrayal and cheating behind a friend's back lol) but there's an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. i'm hearing "the golden boy and the it girl" 🌟 you both shine so bright together. your person is very career-oriented and self disciplined, they've worked hard for everything they have. your person has a lot to offer you! i can see you two traveling to tropical places, trying out new hobbies together, and unlocking parts of yourself that you didn't even know were hidden. you're gonna take a leap of faith with this person because they're always so encouraging and reassuring that everything will work out just fine. you might be a person that likes to plan things out and have things in order first but your person? they're just like fuck it let's do it lol they're very spontaneous and that might catch you off guard at first, but you'll actually grow to appreciate their optimism as the relationship goes on. i can hear that quote from scarface, "the eyes chico, they never lie." they'll be so enamored by you. they have a very old-fashioned way about them, in terms of how they'll court you and show you off. (they might like those classic 90s/2000s mob movies idk) but your person is very generous, romantic and sweet. you're all they can think about and vice versa. you'll both be sprung hehe.
their overall aesthetic:
they love nice things. nice cars, nice watches, nice tux, you name it. i feel like because of how they carry themselves and how well-kept they are, they attract envious people/haters. they're not oblivious to it but they definitely try to pay it no mind. i'm hearing "fuck the haters!" lol they don't care. again, i feel like they're really going to love showing you off and claiming you loud and proud for the world to see. they're very confident and some of you may be a little shy but their energy is so infectious that you'll start owning your power even more. i love love love love it pile 3!
other channeled messages:
harry potter, ravenclaw, hufflepuff, the less i know the better by tame impala, adorn by miguel, daydreamin’ by ariana grande, you taught me how to live again, sweetest taboo by sade, pride by kendrick lamar, upper east side, video games by lana del rey, motorcycles, gemini, ibiza, loyalty, charming, power couple
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pile 4 🎇 —
"drop the roof and let the smoke clear. i got diamonds doin' toosie slides in both ears. dice rollin' on the las vegas strip tonight. slip that on and we might miss the fight.”
hiii pile 4! i know this is straightforward but right off the bat i'm hearing that you're gonna give your person hell LMFAOOO? paint the town red by doja cat keeps playing in my head 😮‍💨 especially the part that goes "she a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel. she put her foot to the pedal, it'll take a whole lot for me to settle." you have high standards (as you should!) and they will be met. i feel like some of you that chose this pile have really bold and assertive personalities and people may find it intimidating, especially masculine energies. it's funny cause i feel like your person does have a bit of an ego and it's gonna take a minute to really figure out how to navigate the relationship. your person is a BOSS, (a big boss i'm hearing) and they have a similar mindset to you in terms of not settling for less. they are assertive by nature and it's gonna catch them off guard when you're not submissive initially. they like to take control, but you also like to take control so that's where the friction comes in. i'm not getting that it's bad or toxic though. if anything, it turns them on. i will say, out of all the other piles this one has the strongest sexual energy 😅 very very spicy! this person likes to put the work in but if something/someone is boring them they won't hesitate to move on. they hate wasting time. but you? you keep them on their toes, it's neverrr gonna be boring! i feel like you're gonna make them love drunk. i'm hearing church by mariah the scientist which is a very sensual song. they feel so pulled to you, it's out of their control and it scares them. i feel a bit dizzy rn (your person is lowkey dramatic it's hilarious) you're gonna drive them halfcrazy because they love you so much. definitely hearing halfcrazy by musiq soulchild. “my minds gone halfcrazy cause i can't leave you alone.” YEAH, they're gonna be deep in their bag about you. they may need to step back for a minute to get their mind right but one thing they know for sure is that they want you. they want it all. i'm getting heavy scorpio vibes (maybe even 8h placements) but this relationship is going to be very transformative, passionate, hypnotic and exhilarating. you're gonna love how much they yearn for you even though they try to fight it. y'all know how much power you possess hehe just be careful of playing too many mind games with this person. they really do love you pile 4, it's just gonna take a minute to find a nice balance between you both. they may need a little reassurance from you.
their overall aesthetic:
i feel like your person is a bit cold and reserved, but that's going to draw you to them even more. you want to know what's behind the mask. i just thought of the scene in ‘the batman’ when cat woman and batman are on the rooftop and she strokes his face and asks “who are you under there? what are you hiding?” AH, that's exactly what this is! you have that enticing push and pull that neither of you can walk away from because it's just too good. you're not gonna find that with anyone else, this person is your soulmate. you or this person may have had previous relationships that just didn't satisfy you or awaken you like this relationship will. i just heard f&mu by kehlani LOL y'all will love to get them riled up just to kiss and make up. i feel like you both will say it to each other too, it's a consensual game you both like to play. you both will be very upfront and honest with each other as you get comfortable, which will bring you two even closer. your person does have a bruce wayne vibe going for them lol definitely not boring but very intelligent, neat, practical, a bit brooding and always prepared for any and everything. i just heard “the bat and the cat…it's got a nice ring.” AHHH.
other channeled messages:
been away by brent faiyaz, crew by gold link ft. brent faiyaz, spread thin by mariah the scientist, u are my high by dj snake & future, electric by alina baraz ft. khalid, maneater, popular by the weeknd ft. madonna & playboi carti, how to lose a guy in 10 days, awkward by sza, is there someone else? by the weeknd, 7 rings by ariana grande, famous, flashing lights by kanye west, trust fund baby, tall in height, nothing burns like the cold by snoh aalegra ft. vince staples, wild side by normani ft. cardi b
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radiance1 · 5 months
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The League tried to interrupt a summoning of a powerful being from the Infinite Realms. From the information they collected, the being isn't of the status of a royalty, but they still had to be careful as the being the summoners tried to call forth was still of noble status.
They failed.
The head cultist finished the ritual, the last words to finish the summoning left their tongue and the room was suddenly doused in heat, as black flame came to life from within the circle, twisting and turning, back and forth until a pair of red eyes suddenly flashed from inside the twisting pillar of flame and just as suddenly as the eyes appeared, was the pillar broken apart.
What was left behind was the figure of a giant phoenix, wings spread as embers black as night gently fell down to the floor below and suddenly disappearing, as if they were never there in the first place.
"Who dares to disturb-" The being started, eyes scanning the crowd below before stilling, extremely and worryingly quiet. One of them quietly cursed. "Constantine..." The creature's voice was low, dangerously low, no doubt anger in its voice as it called out the Warlock's name.
Everyone tensed, expecting something dangerous, except for the cultists, and the Head, who turned his head towards them and smiled, obviously expecting them to be reduced to not even ash.
"100 years. One. Hundred. Years." The being spoke, and confusion wormed its way into the hearts of all those present. "100 years I have waited for you, and when we finally meet once again it's not even you summoned me but these-" The creature waved a wing at the cultist below. "-These fatuous and vacuous little things."
"And what is this? You surrounded yourself with those not even of human birth before you have even thought about me?" The noble's eyes narrowed. "Did our relationship mean nothing to you?
Someone, probably not Constantine, choked.
"Well then, after all of this time you can at least make yourself useful." In a flash of black fire, Constantine was brought from within the ranks of heroes and in front of the beast, a man who seemed to be trying to-and unsuccessfully- lighting a smoke. "Ah, why do that when you have me?" The being purred, bending down to apparently light a smoke before freezing, as if remembering what exactly it was doing, but the action was already done, and Constantine was killing his lungs away.
The phoenix snapped back up to standing above everyone else, clearing its throat as if what happened decidedly didn't happen.
"What exactly did you want me to be useful for, love?" Constantine asked, expelling the smoke from his lungs and deciding that this might as well be happening. The noble huffed, folding its wings at its sides as it stared down at its apparent lover. "Take care of our son for once in your sad, pathetic life."
This time, not only did Constantine choke, but a good chunk of people there did as well. Constantine ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the phoenix incredulously. "Aren't we both men?"
The phoenix looked at his lover as if he were stupid. "Your point?"
"I-" Constantine sighed, took a breath, held, then expelled more smoke from his lungs. Apparently, he decided not to question anything anymore. "You know what? Sure, where is the little bugger?"
Over the next few moments, both the Justice League and Cultists were treated to the noble transforming into a human (still having wings) and handing over their apparent child-who looked nothing like them by being a dragon, but who were they to question the apparent reproduction of a being from the Infinite Realms- and being lectured about what not to do and what to do and how he should be cared for.
Also, a warning for his many powers.
Then the Duke stole a kiss (One that he claimed was long overdue) and left.
The room was silent, only the sounds of breathing occupying the room as the temperature was brought back down to normal levels.
A moment later, Batman walked up to the nearby cultist and punched him across the face and knocking him out cold, suddenly reminding everyone what exactly they were here for.
A while later, in the meeting room, everyone looked at Constantine. Who had a baby eastern dragon wrapped around one arm (who was apparently his child) and rubbing his temple with the other.
"I can't explain this."
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Danny was actually not Constantine kid, neither was he Vlad's. Biologically, at the very least, however. Vlad did adopt both him and Jasmine a while back after their whole parent fiasco.
They're dead, sadly unable to become ghosts, or perhaps not so sadly.
Of course, they unfortunately outlived Jasmine, which was to be expected, but Vlad and Danny did grow close enough that they no longer viewed each other as enemies.
However, who could have expected that Danny, finally ascending to his princely status, would turn him back into a literal child because he was, for all intents and purposes, one by Dragon standards.
Utter malarkey, he would say.
Taking care of that boy was the worst few memories he has ever had. He was constantly being kept from his sleep, his work being interrupted constantly, and the child managed to find a way to leave his sight at each and every turn.
But there were some sweet moments, he would say.
It's only reasonable, however, that his lover (who he hasn't seen for an entire century might he add) share the workload.
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seresinhangmanjake · 5 months
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The One I Want: Part 3
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Plus size!reader
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Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.
Notes/Warnings: cursing, maybe. I don't think anything else. Sorry if there are typos.
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The One I Want Masterlist
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Jake Seresin is a wizard. Or a mind-reader. Or some creature with wildly sensitive hearing. You’re sure of it. 
In the month since you moved into the apartment, your only moments alone come when you lock yourself in your bedroom. Otherwise, Jake is near you—sitting next to you, looking at you, talking to you. If your door opens, he follows not five seconds later. If you sit down at the island with your breakfast of bland cereal, he enters the kitchen within two minutes to prepare his own meal; the same meal every morning. Eggs, Canadian bacon, and a protein shake. If you dare to switch the television on, turns out he’s been meaning to watch that show for weeks. You had no idea he was into movie special effects competitions. 
It isn’t irritating, exactly—though, it wouldn’t shock you if others experiencing similar treatment would feel that way. You just can’t figure him out. He’s unfigure-outable. You’re pretty sure that’s a thing. If not, Jake Seresin just brought it into existence. And here you thought you were the mystery. 
“So I was thinking,” he says. 
You close your book without a second thought, having barely read and retained a line in the last fifteen minutes anyway. From the moment he came out of his room and plopped down on the couch—his leg bouncing and eyes trained ahead on nothing—you’ve been waiting for him to snap the tense band of silence between you.
His fingers clasp together, thumbs subtly twiddling when he finally looks over to you. “Maybe you could meet my friends. They’ve asked about you, and you’ve already met Nat so it’s really only the guys.”
That was perhaps one of the last things you imagined he would say. You’ve heard very little of his friends. They’re also pilots. His team. They all have weird nicknames. Half of those nicknames are animals. 
There are other tidbits Jake casually mentioned as well. Coyote is his closest friend. There’s a Rooster who recently found himself a chick. A Bob and a Phoenix—who you learned is Nat—are particularly attached. 
But every bit of that information you figured he was simply spilling to fill moments where you were in the same room but not speaking. Or perhaps it’s some method to draw out feelings of trust so you might participate in his little game of show and tell. In his eyes is always the hope that you’ll share something of your own, but you have yet to find the courage or need to do so. 
“Oh,” you reply, trying to gather the correct words to turn him down. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not really up to meeting a group of people today.”
You hate the way his face falls. Like a puppy denied a treat. But it lasts only a second as another thought brightens the green hue of his irises. 
“What if we went somewhere? You and me.”
“What?”
His body shifts on the couch, more of him now facing you. He’s wearing a shirt today. He’s been wearing shirts around you since you made the request weeks ago, but they’re weak at disguising the body underneath. Thin fabric pulled tight like a second skin. 
“You said no bars,” he continues. “How do you feel about diners?”
It’s an odd image—Jake framed in this setting. He’s all lean muscle and neatly styled hair with a clean-shaven jawline surrounded by greasy food and booths so old their plastic seats are cracking. As others watch him—particularly the hostess who cannot for her life keep from glancing his way every thirty seconds—he watches you. Says nothing; just watches until the waitress returns to set a few plates and mugs in front of you both. 
“There you go, kids,” she says. She’s older, and her hair is done up in a style that hasn’t followed the turning of the decades, but you like that it suits her; that she hasn’t paid attention to the change around her, or simply doesn’t care. With her hands on her hips, she says, “Now Jake, if I knew you were bringing a girlfriend I would’ve set aside some of that pie you like.”
Your eyes bug so much they could’ve fallen right onto the table, but Jake chuckles, smiling at you before directing it to the waitress. “Don’t spook her, Mags,” he teases. Then, “This is my new roommate.”
Her lips form an ‘O’ that holds for a few seconds too long before she blinks and tilts her head to the side. “Didn’t work out with the other one, honey?”
“Not so much, no.”
“Well, that’s just fine. I wasn’t a fan.” Mags takes a breath and straightens out her little apron; a costume element you’d rather die than wear, but much like her hair, Mags seems to take pride in it. You can’t fault her for that. You wish you could find a job you enjoy. Or a job at all. She shoots you a grin; nothing like the rehearsed smiles from someone in a customer service job, but a genuine curve of the lips that creates a warm little ball in your chest. “You, on the other hand, look like such a sweetheart. So be good to my Jake here.”
You don’t have the opportunity to disappoint her because she doesn’t wait for a response. Be good to her Jake. Not an ask. A demand. An unspoken ‘or else’ hanging in the air. And though she’s got at least forty years on you, you’re pretty sure she’s spry enough to follow through on her sneaky threats. 
Mags squeezes Jake’s shoulder and departs, leaving you in a confused state of mixed energies. Shock and discomfort radiate off of you like heat waves, meeting the cool calmness emanating from a beaming Jake. 
“Will you tell me more about yourself now?” he asks. 
Shaking off the questionable tone of the older woman, you reconnect yourself to the man in front of you. His words soak in; another unexpected curveball Jake has thrown you within one day. His friends want to meet you, and now your personal details are on his mind. What would come next? Does he want to know the last time you were thoroughly kissed? Your high school GPA? Height and weight? If so, he’s going to be terribly disappointed. 
Steaming, wispy tendrils invade your vision, and you finally register the blueberry hint hitting your nostrils. Jake had whispered the order to Mags with the explanation that he already knew what you wanted. And being the mind-reading wizard you’re convinced he is, on a menu of nearly one hundred items he magically happened to pick something you enjoy. 
You hold yourself back from digging in, instead meeting his eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. “You think free pancakes are a good trade for my life story?”
He slowly slides a mug closer to you. “I got you coffee as well.”
When you raise an unenthused brow, Jake sighs. 
“Fine. You’re leaving me no other choice than to guess,” he says. “But if I get it right, will you be honest?”
With a snort, you pick up your fork and take your first bite of the sweet fluffy cake. It’s undeniably delicious. Fucking wizard. “Sure,” you say, and akin to a child, Jake’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. 
He ignores his own food and drink to once again watch you. Observing. Your eyes to your lips to your neck and back again. When he comes to a conclusion, he leans back in the booth. “You are a fan of the beach and before you die you intend to live in every beach town this country has to offer for at least two months each.”
Your fork pauses halfway to your mouth. “Are you kidding?”
“Well, since it appears that I am wrong, I’m going to say yes I am kidding because I’m very funny like that.” He stares some more, eyes narrowing. “You’re searching for a long-lost family member.”
“No.”
“You are only attracted to Navy men and thought you’d travel to a hub.”
Again, as he likes to do, he leaves you lacking words for a moment. “That better be another one of your ‘I’m very funny like that’ attempts,” you eventually manage to say. “And you know I wasn’t aware this was a Navy town.”
Jake nods and then leans forward in his seat, arms overlapping on the linoleum tabletop. You can sense the sudden shift; a new energy. The glint in his eye doesn't quite go with the steady seriousness of his voice. Like mismatched puzzle pieces. “So you’re not attracted to Navy men?” he asks. 
Your head jerks back to regain the distance he lessened. “Not exclusively.”
“Damn,” he replies, full playful tone back in place. “I wanted to at least get that part right.”
There’s another bright smile from him. A wink. You look to your right to find Mags' watchful gaze; motherly and hopeful.
After another swallow of pancake, you say, “Alright, you’re done for the day.”
“Oh, come on,” he whines. 
When you shake your head, he picks up his fork and begins to poke at the eggs on his plate, and you bask in the silence of his disappointment. Peace and quiet, with the exception of the diners surrounding you. No questions. No attempted agonizing small talk. You have a moment to breathe. 
It’s not until you’re halfway through your food and the coffee is nearly drained that Jake lifts his head. 
“I’m going to figure you out,” he says with an unwelcome note of determination. 
Your eyes snap up. 
The feeling behind his statement is hard to nail down. You would’ve said delving into your history was something fun for him to do. Something to pass the time with the new person in his home. But now it comes off more like a need. A little prick in his side that he can’t shake. 
You so badly want to be wrong in your interpretation. You want him to give up; to surrender to your stubbornness. Ideally, sooner rather than later. 
“You really don’t have to,” you say.
Jake doesn’t miss a beat. Nothing about him—not his breath, not his stare—stutters at your response. Instead, he returns with, “But I want to.”
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A/N: Sorry it's a little short. Next chapter will be labeled 3.5 and will be from Jake's POV.
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famemonsterrr · 9 months
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Astrological observations part 4. 🪽
- Virgo placements judge everything and everyone around them. Even their loved ones and they will say "well I care for u that’s why I point out your flaws so you can change them and be BETTER”
- Has any taurus ever apologised?
- Leo and libra are the type of people that when u talk to them. They would look in the mirror or taking photos of themselves (as a Leo rising I do that quite a lot but I promise I listen anyway)
- fire mars are really athletic and they have a lot of energy.
- I have noticed that if u talk with mutable signs they tend to jump from one conversation to another or talk about 100 stuff at once. Especially Gemini.
- Pisces placements make someone extremely sentimental.
- if you think that cardinal signs are the unpredictable then you are so wrong that’s the mutable😁
- air and earth Mercuries give the best insults.
- the 8th house placements can make someone really strong and “rise like a Phoenix” mentality. They might have a lot of struggles but they getting stronger.
- when u argue with a Pisces there is 100% chance they pretend to care but inside they laughing their ass off with ur anger.
- mutable signs tend to listen to every single music genre exist. 🫶🏻
- I have noticed Leo are easy to be pissed off.
- can someone tell me why Gemini sun/ placements always look so youthful not matter how old they are?
- Leo,Aquarius,Taurus and Scorpio are untouchable💅🏻
- Leo and Pisces are meant to be together✨Pisces compliments and adores Leo so on the other side Leo will give them sooo much love and special treatment which Pisces will die for. Unless one of them becomes attached or toxic.
- if an Aquarius man approached u first but then stopped talking to you. Just so u know you didn’t do nothing wrong they are the problem babe. They do it to everyone that’s why the are single or they waiting for their special Leo.
- Leo and Capricorn love wealth but in different ways. Leo wants to flex but Capricorn worked hard and building an empire.
- speaking of Leo so much…LEO RISING ATTRACT JEALOUSY. I have seen a lot of people with this rising not been treated right because people don’t like them for whatever reason.
- Capricorns age like fine wine. The kind of people who didn’t peaked in high school they are still out here getting cuter. 💅🏻
- you want a parent that will support you no matter what? Get a Leo mother. They are insane but if someone say anything about you. Be ready to see ur mother beating everyones asses.
- fire signs are the most unhinged.
- earth signs are the least unhinged.
- if there was an argument with all the zodiac signs. Fire signs would be the ones who will scream and make everyone think that they started it. Water signs might participate or just zoomed out. Air signs are the ones who started it because they triggered the fire signs and earth signs they just laughing.
- want good advice? Earth signs. You want a good listener? water signs. You want confident baddie energy? Fire signs. You want a fun relaxing time? Air signs.
- Capricorn x Scorpio placements make someone who is goal oriented not matter if they dying from anxiety or difficulties. They will get what they want🤌🏻
- Aries women are BADDIES 💅🏻
That’s all 🪽
Thank u for reading so far. I’m really so greatful for that 🫶🏻🥰 stay healthy and hydrated 🥰🫶🏻
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Batting Practice Part 1 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley gets roped into helping Bob coach tee ball, even though he knows nothing about kids. But he is immediately charmed by his team and one of the moms.
Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing
Length: 3400 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader
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"I could really use your help," Bob told Bradley over some drinks at the Hard Deck. "Jake wouldn't take it seriously enough, and Phoenix already volunteers at the animal shelter. Will you do it?"
Bradley tipped his pint glass against his lips and took a long drink. "Ten weeks is a long time," he told his friend. 
Bob drummed his fingers against the bartop. "I need a contingency plan in case I get deployed. That's the only way the league will let me coach a team."
Bradley leaned forward on his elbow. "Bob, I don't really even know anything about tee ball. Or kids for that matter."
"You played baseball in college!" Bob reminded him with a hopeful smile. "And you were really good, right? Starting shortstop all four years?"
"You're just trying to use that against me, aren't you?" Bradley asked with a chuckle. 
"Of course I am! My sister is begging me to do this, and I want to! My niece is struggling in school, but she loves sports. I think she would do better with a coach she's familiar with," Bob gushed. "Come on."
But he was still shaking his head. "It's not that I don't want to, Bob. It's just that, I don't know anything about kids!"
"Kids are simple. You treat them like their opinions matter, and they'll love you forever. At least that's how it works with Piper, my niece."
Bradley heaved a deep sigh. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time. He was single, work ended at 4:30 when he wasn't deployed, and he really did love baseball. It might be fun to teach a bunch of kids how to play. Hell, what did he have to lose?
"Yeah, okay."
Bob's eyes went wide behind his glasses. "Really? You'll be the co-coach of the Tiny Eagles with me?"
With a shrug and a smile, Bradley nodded his head. "Yeah, Bob. I'll be your co-coach."
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"What do you mean you're not allowed peanut butter in the lunchroom?" you asked your son as you were making his school lunch. "You took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Friday!"
"That was last week, mommy. The rules have changed, and it's important to be flexible."
You really despised it when your six year old used your own words against you.
"Everett, I don't have time for this. You'll need to buy lunch today, okay? Be flexible?" you said, glancing down at your half-dressed body. You needed to be on time for work today, therefore the elementary school cafeteria food would just have to do.
Everett scrunched up his nose but said, "Okay, mommy."
"Perfect," you said, shoving the jar of peanut butter to the side and pouring two bowls of cereal. "Eat your cheerios so I can get you to school."
You inhaled your own breakfast and then dashed back up to your room to finish getting ready. Your suit with the tight pants was the only one that was clean, so you squeezed yourself into them and found a clean bra. Frank would be in the office today, and you'd gotten used to him meeting up with you around lunchtime to make out a little bit, even though it was strictly against company policy. He'd like the tight pants, you supposed. 
Once you added some mascara and lip gloss to your face, you found your black heels and started back down the stairs. "Shit," you muttered, turning around again. Today was Everett's first day of tee ball practice, so you grabbed a pair of old sneakers to change into later. 
You felt like a scattered mess all the time, especially since Danny, your ex-husband was almost no help with Everett. Every time you thought about him, you wanted to punch the wall, so you took a calming breath and put a smile back on your face before you entered the kitchen. 
"Let's get going, sweetie. You've got tee ball after school today, so I'm packing some extra snacks."
"Yes!" Everett cheered. "I've been waiting all month for baseball to start!"
You smiled and ushered him out to your car. "Remember, it's not quite baseball, so don't get ahead of yourself, Ev. But tee ball is a good place to start."
"Yeah, I know. But it's still going to be fun."
Once you dropped him off at school, you raced to your office and tried to sneak to your desk without anyone bothering you. Thankfully you made it all the way there before Frank let himself in. 
Yeah, you and he were hooking up. Yeah, you had slept over his house last weekend while Everett was with your sister. But you still didn't want him to just waltz into your office whenever he felt like it.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, walking toward your desk. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Frank," you told him, trying to compile your spreadsheets while he kissed your cheek. "Just very busy. And Everett has practice this evening."
"When are you free to go out again?" he asked, stroking his fingers down your neck. God, it felt good to be touched like this, but Frank really wasn't your type, and he was mediocre at everything. He was mediocre at work, usually doing the bare minimum. He was a mediocre kisser. He had mediocre looks. He was probably below average in bed. 
But you were a single mom who barely had time to eat, only washed her hair three times a week, and usually fell asleep about thirty minutes after Everett did every night. 
"I'm not sure, Frank. I'll have to let you know." Bottom line, you'd probably schedule another date for next week when you'd be too horny again to mind that you weren't that into him. Not the best way to live your life, but what else were you supposed to do?
"You just call me, and I'll take you out anywhere you want."
What you wanted was to be able to introduce Everett to the guy you were spending time with, but Frank hated kids. 
"I'll let you know. I'm just busy at the moment, so..." You let your sentence hang until he nodded and took the hint. When your door closed behind him, you got back to work. Of course you were in the middle of a phone call and existing solely on caffeine when your alarm went off to let you know you needed to go pick Everett up.
"Sounds great. I'll talk to my clients and get back to you soon," you said, ending your work call and sweeping your work into your bag. 
"Shit." You'd accidentally skipped your lunch again. You ate your sandwich while you were in the car pickup line at Everett's school and then touched up your mascara and lip gloss. 
"Ready, sweetie? First day of practice!"
He climbed into the car and buckled himself into his seat. "Ready!"
You just smiled as he tugged his Phillies hat lower over his forehead. You'd been taking him to Padres games as often as you could, ever since he'd become obsessed with baseball. Each time the Padres played a new team, you let Everett pick out a shirt or hat to remember the game by. For some reason that Phillies cap was his favorite. 
"I hope my team colors are red and white, so they match my hat," he said, munching on a snack while you pulled into the ballpark lot. 
"That would be fun. Just remember, we don't complain about things like the color of your uniform," you mumbled, snagging an empty spot next to a vintage Ford Bronco. You gave it a quick once over before you got Everett and his equipment out of the car and started to head toward the field, changing your shoes as you went. 
"Are those my coaches?" Everett asked as you lugged his bat and carried your heels in one hand. "What were their names again?"
"Um, Coach Bob and Coach Bradley? I think? We'll find out in a minute," you said, but when you looked up, you saw two extremely handsome men walking toward you. They were wearing matching blue jerseys, caps and whistles, and your tummy dipped at the way the one with darker hair carried himself when he walked. He was almost strutting across the infield, and his baseball cap was on backwards. 
You bit back an embarrassing sound before it could escape you, and you had to force your mouth to shut.
"Come on, mommy!" 
Your attention snapped back to your son who was now headed for the bleachers. He was already changing into his cleats amongst all the other kids by the time you caught up to him. 
When you glanced up toward the coaches again, the one with the backward hat was already looking at you. His head was cocked a little to one side, and he had a cute, crooked smile playing at the corner of his mouth. And you immediately wanted to disappear. 
How embarrassing, being caught out like that. The blond coach with glasses blew his whistle, and the kids went into a frenzy. You quickly shoved Everett's sneakers into his bag and got your phone out. You took a seat near the other parents while Everett and the other kids all trotted out to the field.
But you could clearly hear the two women behind you whispering. "These coaches are eye candy, Tara! This season is going to be fantastic!" 
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"Here's the full schedule. And you don't have to worry about the theme days, because I already took care of all of them," Bob said, clearly trying to sound reassuring as he handed Bradley packet after packet of paperwork.
"Theme days?" Bradley asked, skimming the calendar. 
"Yeah, like there's a day where the kids can wear costumes for practice. Another day where they can dress in their favorite sports shirt. A swim party. Fun stuff to keep them engaged. I already added them to the calendar," Bob said. Bradley just nodded as they made their way back across the field. 
But when he looked up toward the bleachers, his eyes caught on something so pretty, he couldn't look away. You were carrying some seriously tall high heels in one hand and a tee ball bat in the other as you made your way toward the huge group of kids. 
Bradley should be embarrassed. He really should. He had assured Nat that there was no way he was going to start jonesing for any of the moms. They weren't his type. He never sought them out, and he never ever dated them. 
But there was no denying that you were exactly the type of woman he'd try to chat up. You were pretty; god, you were gorgeous. Your suit pants were distractingly tight, and he thought your sneakers looked cute paired with them. He was grinning when you made eye contact with him, and his smile just grew. 
He watched you scramble and pull your phone out of your pocket just as Bob blew his whistle, calling the kids onto the field. 
"Welcome, Tiny Eagles! I'm Coach Bob, and this is Coach Bradley! Who's excited to be here for tee ball?"
Bradley couldn't help but smile as all of the kids jumped up and down and cheered. Lots of them had cute grins with missing teeth, and Bob's niece Piper was hugging Bob's leg. 
"When I point at you, tell us your name, okay?" Bob went through the group of twenty kids, and Bradley would be lucky to remember even three of their names after this first practice.
"Let's get started with some warm-ups!" Bob instructed. "Who knows how to do jumping jacks?"
All of the kids started jumping at the same time while Bradley and Bob tried to get them to count to ten. Their excitement had Bradley smiling and laughing, and at Bob's instruction, he led all the kids in a jog around the bases. When he rounded second base and then third, Bradley had the perfect view of you sitting at the bottom of the bleachers. 
You were tucking your hair behind your ear, and he met your eyes again. This time you smiled back before your eyes dipped to the turf in front of you. Then you glanced up again and waved your fingers to whichever kid was yours. Bradley could imagine you waving to him that way. He could imagine you doing a lot of things he might like. 
He sighed and joined Bob as he started to get the kids lined up for practice catching. Bradley adjusted gloves on a few kids' hands, and then he knelt down in front of an adorable little boy who had untied laces.
"Hey kiddo, what's your name again?"
"Everett!" 
"Right. Everett. Can I re-tie your laces for you? Make them nice and tight? Don't want any injuries so early in the season."
When the boy nodded, Bradley started to tie up the cleats for him.
"I like your Phillies cap. That's my favorite team," Bradley said with a smile.
He watched the kid's eyes grow wide. "Really? It's my favorite team, too! My mom took me to see them play the Padres last year, and they won!"
"Oh yeah? Your mom sounds cool."
He nodded vigorously. "My mom is so fun. She doesn't really know stuff about baseball, but she took me to a bunch of games to see different teams last summer."
Bradley was grinning as he was about to stand. "Which one's your mom?"
Everett turned to look over his shoulder, and Bradley followed his extended finger to where you were sitting. "Over there. In the suit."
Bradley watched you uncross and recross your legs and play with your hair before you glanced up from your phone and found him and Everett both looking at you. A hesitant smile found your lips and you waved again. This time Everett and Bradley both waved back. 
"Holy cow, kid. Your dad's lucky."
Everett just gave Bradley a confused look. "Oh, no. He's not fun like her. He doesn't take me anywhere."
"Ready?" Bob called to where Bradley and Everett were chatting. With one final look at you, Bradley stood and led Everett by the hand to where the kids were all lined up along the first base line. 
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So that was Coach Bradley. You didn't seem capable of keeping your eyes off him. Your phone kept buzzing with work emails that you kept ignoring. Any time Everett wasn't engaged in the practice, your gaze drifted to Coach Bradley, his backward hat, and his snug shorts. 
The other moms and nannies were all abuzz over the cute coaches, and you were silently agreeing with everything they said.
"They both must be at least six foot two."
"I wonder if they are single. I don't see any rings. God, I hope they are single."
"I'd let Coach Bradley bring his whistle to bed."
When practice ended, you were flushed and warm as you started to gather up Everett's bag. He came running over to you with his arms outstretched for a hug. 
"Guess what! Coach Bradley likes the Phillies!"
You laughed as you caught him for a hug. "Does he really?" you asked, glancing to see that all of the moms had swarmed around both of the coaches. 
"Yeah! It's his favorite team!" 
"Did you have fun then? Tee ball is a success, and you want to come back on Thursday?"
"Yes!"
"Love to hear that. Let's get packed up and head home for dinner."
But Coach Bradley was looking at you again as you tossed Everett's mitt and cleats into his bag. And when you began to turn to head back to your car, he came jogging over to you.
"Hi," he said with a smile. "I didn't get to introduce myself before. I'm Bradley."
He held out his big hand to you, but you felt like you were moving in slow motion now. His voice was so deep and raspy, and his hand was big and calloused. He was so tall, standing right in front of you and smelling like sweat and spicy deodorant. And you didn't even want to get started on his brown eyes and his mustache. You were turned on enough that you feared you might squeak instead of actually speaking, but you did manage to open your mouth and tell him your name as you slipped your hand into his. 
"It's nice to meet you," he replied, and your tummy dipped again. "Everett told me you took him to see the Phillies play."
"I did. Last summer. He's baseball obsessed." You were still gently shaking his hand, but he wasn't letting go yet.
"He's a fun kid. Happy he's on my team."
"He likes you already," you said with a smile, and as your hand left his, you missed his warmth right away.
Suddenly Everett popped up next to you. "I'm hungry."
You kissed his forehead and said, "I have snacks for you in the car. And I'll make dinner as soon as we get home. Can you thank your coaches?"
Everett smiled and gave Bradley a high five when he held his hand up. "Thanks Coach Bradley," he said before running off toward Coach Bob. 
You went to grab the equipment bag off of the bench, but Bradley reached for it too. "If you're heading out, I could walk up with you." You nodded and let him take the bag as Everett ran back over. 
As you scooped up your heels and led the way to your car, you listened to your son ask his coach a string of questions.
"Are we going to do batting on Thursday? What if it rains? Do we get a rain delay? Have you ever won coach of the year? How long have you been a Phillies fan?"
You were just about to tell Everett to chill, but Bradley started to answer all of the questions in stride. 
"We are definitely going to have batting practice on Thursday. I'm pretty sure we will just cancel practice if it rains. You don't want your mom to have to sit on a bench in the rain while you have all the fun and get muddy, do you?"
Everett just laughed and shook his head. 
Bradley continued. "This is my first time coaching, so no awards yet. And I've been a Phillies fan since I was about your age." 
"How old are you now?" Everett asked.
"That's not nice to ask adults, Ev," you said, tossing Bradley an apologetic look.
"What? I just want to know if he's the same age as you," Everett replied. Then he turned to Bradley and said, "My mom is thirty three."
"Everett!"
But Bradley was just laughing. "How about a math problem. What's thirty three plus three?" he asked, but he was still smiling at you as he adjusted his baseball cap.
"Thirty six!" Everett said as you all reached your car.
"That's how old I am," Bradley informed him with a smirk. "And you're very good at math."
"Mom! He's your age!"
"That's enough, Ev," you said, ushering him into the back seat. You took the bag from Bradley and tossed in on the backseat as well.
You turned to Bradley and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Thanks for walking us up. And sorry about the interrogation."
"I don't mind," he said, leaning in closer to you so he could see Everett, and making your breath hitch in the process. "See you on Thursday, kiddo?" he asked Everett, and his neck was right next to your face. He smelled so good.
"See you on Thursday, Coach!"
Bradley opened the driver's door for you, and as you thanked him and slid past, you realized you were more attracted to him after less than an hour in his presence than you were to Frank. 
"See you on Thursday," he said before gently closing your door. 
As you backed out of your parking spot, you watched him toss some of his gear and his hat into the vintage Bronco. He ran his hand through his hair and waved to Everett who was waving out the window. 
"Coach Bradley is so cool."
"I'm glad you liked him," you replied, and you watched him in your side view mirror as he started unbuttoning his jersey. You swallowed hard. "I liked him, too." 
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hikari-kaitou · 1 year
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Translation from Gyakuten Saiban Fan Book
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What sort of person is Miles Edgeworth?!
Phoenix's best friend and rival, Edgeworth, has gained a reputation among fans throughout the trilogy of being a man who carefully hides the chinks in his armor. Mr. Inaba and Mr. Iwamoto seem to have rather different opinions on the finer points of his character.
Mr. Inaba's comments
Interviewer: What blood type do you think Edgeworth is? (T/N: in Japan, it's believed that blood type reflects a person's personality)
Inaba: I happen to think he's type B.
Iv: What gives you that impression?
Ia: It's not so much that I dislike B types as I find them intimidating. They seem strong and I feel like I can't stand up to them.  I think good-natured people can generally be found in the O type category (lol).
Iv: By the way, what type are you, Mr. Inaba?
Ia: I'm a meticulous, cleanliness-loving A type Virgo. Also, I think Franziska is an A type like me. On the outside, we look like punks, but we have a fragile side that comes out looking a bit crybaby-ish sometimes. Kinda cute, don't you think?
Iv: Actually, most players seem to feel that Edgeworth is an A type Virgo (lol). So how about his birthday?
Ia: In the winter. I feel like winter suits him.
Iv: What sort of place do you think he lives in?
Ia: Definitely not in an official residence. He seems like he's probably swimming in old heirlooms (lol).
Iv: What sort of hobbies or luxury foods do you think he enjoys?
Ia: I feel like he probably plays some expensive sports and lounges at home in his robe with a glass of wine. My image of him is that he's like a host club host. His lifestyle is like a host's (lol).
Iv: Do you think he listens to music? 
Ia: I feel like if I say he listens to classical, that would make him seem too proper, so… I think he listens to new and old American and European music equally.
Iv: Do you think he has a cellphone?
Ia: He's definitely got one. One with a simple but sleek design.
Iv: And finally, what do you think his type is?
Ia: Hmmm… someone warm, I guess? This is kinda basic, but I feel like he cares more about how someone is on the inside, rather than their appearance, and he probably prioritizes personality. He might be surprisingly disinterested in women. Maybe he'd accidentally treat his partner coldly or something. Oh, I kinda touched on this earlier, but for Franziska, I think she seems like the type who'd be difficult to win over but would fall in love surprisingly easily, so I hope Edgeworth will do his best (lol).
Mr. Iwamoto's comments
Iv: Mr. Inaba said he thinks Edgeworth was born in the winter, and players overwhelmingly agreed with that. What do you think, Iwamoto-san?
Iwamoto: Edgeworth was born in June, just like me who voiced him in the games! And I think he was born in Chiba Prefecture because I was too (lol).
Iv: So from your position as the voice of Edgeworth (lol), what type of place do you think he lives in?
Iw: Either a designer penthouse, or somewhere surprisingly simple, like a place with plain concrete walls. I feel like he lives in an unexpectedly functional apartment. At least more than you might think, based on his frilly outfit.
Iv: So considering the type of room you imagine him living in, what sort of clothes do you think he wears at home?
Iw: Clothes that are out of touch with reality. Like the kinds of things most normal people wouldn't wear, or like… Like he wears silk just because, or instead of a regular shirt, a prince-like blouse. I feel like Manfred Von Karma probably influenced him there, but he dresses more plainly now than he did when he was younger (lol).
Iv: Maybe he started to notice that he didn't quite fit in with others (lol). It might be because of his frilly clothes, but he seems to be in better shape than Wright. Is his build based on your own, Iwamoto-san?
Iw: No way (lol). But I did sneakily make him the same height as myself.
Iv: Since he's in such good shape, do you think he does sports?
Iw: Maybe long distance running. He seems like the type who might go out jogging by himself in silence to "outrun his sins…" (lol)
Iv: What do you think his blood type is?
Iw: B type. I don't really have any real basis for that, he just strikes me as a B type.
Iv: And what do you think Edgeworth's type is? 
Iw: Let's see, maybe someone enthusiastic and passionate? (Lol) Like maybe he likes the kind of person who charges recklessly into things? And that's not just for women but in general the type of person he likes.
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That's My Goddaughter
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Summary: Bradley might have told you he would back off if you started dating Jake, but what happens when he tells Maverick? Second part of Bradshaw’s Date
Word count: 2k
A/N: Here is part 2 of Bradshaw’s date! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first!! Thanks for reading!
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The look of bewilderment on Jake’s face was something Bradley would never forget. Maverick had been hounding Hangman all day to the point where others were starting to feel bad for him.
The group of them were sitting in one of their debriefs, where Mav was currently picking apart Jake’s near perfect run. Phoenix leaned over to Rooster and asked if he knew what was going on. The smug look on his face told her everything she needed to know. “What did you do, Bradshaw?”
Bradley was enjoying every second of today and would continue to enjoy it for many days to come. “I didn’t do anything. Hangman decided it was a good idea to take my sister out on a date last night.”
Bob choked on his water when he overheard what his teammate had said, drawing attention to the three of them. Hangman turned in his seat to see what was going on, but the second his eyes landed on Rooster, everything clicked. Phoenix leaned back in her seat and shook her head, “You’re in for it now.”
Bradley didn’t care in the slightest how Hangman felt. He was getting everything he thought he deserved. Mav dismissed the group but asked Jake to stay behind. The others walked out sending him looks of encouragement, knowing whatever conversation they were going to have, wasn’t going to go in his favor.
Jake remained in his seat in the front row, waiting for Maverick to explain what was going on. The look on Bradley’s face gave him a small insight to what this was going to be. He had hoped his teammate would leave personal business outside of work, but clearly that was asking for too much. It was karmas way of slapping him in the face.   
“I’m going to come right out with it. Just because Bradley can’t do anything about it, doesn’t mean the same rules apply to me. That’s my Goddaughter and you better treat her a hell of a lot better than you cover your teammates out there. That girl is something special and you best believe I won’t be the only one keeping close tabs on you.”
All Jake could do was nod his head. He didn’t know if he was talking to his captain or Pete Mitchell and any comment he wanted to say wouldn’t go over well.
“For as long as you date her, expect every day to be like this. You will see no special treatment and will continue to be pushed harder than everyone else until I see you are good enough for her. Do I make myself clear?”
Jake let out a slow breath, “Yes, sir.”
Maverick dismissed him, but called out when he was near the door of the room.
“Oh, and Lieutenant, Admiral Kazansky sends his best.”
Just as Jake thought it couldn’t get worse, his body seemed to freeze at those last words. He had always wanted admirals to know his name, strived for it, but not like this. This was an abuse of power and there was nothing he could do about it but swallow his pride.
Jake was fuming as he made his way back into the locker room. While most of his teammates figured it was because of how Maverick made him look today, it was actually for a whole different reason.
The moment he walked through the door, all conversations stopped. Word had gotten around of what happened and opinions were formed because of it. But no one was dumb enough to say those opinions out loud to either guy.  
Jake looked around the room until he spotted the one guy that was slowly pushing him over the edge. The cocky smirk was normally seen on the blonde pilot, but in this case, the roles were reversed, and Bradley was racking in every ounce of discomfort that was coming from him.
It didn’t take a genius to know Jake was furious. His usual slicked back hair was sticking up in a few places where he had run his hand through it. His cheeks have a slight pink tint to them that for once wasn’t because of the California heat. But what really stood out, was the silence. Jake was always quick to run his mouth and had a comeback for everything. So, when the pilot stood there and stared at Bradley, the others knew things were about to get ugly.
“Do you get off on the fact that you’re messing with your sister’s life?” Bradley’s smirk quickly fell when he heard the question directed at him.
“Excuse me?” Jake took a few steps towards him, making Coyote and Bob shift towards them in case they needed to break anything up.
“Because your sister told you to back off, you went and ran to Maverick about it, knowing he would be pissed. Well congratulations pal, Maverick is going to keep pushing me until I walk away. But for once did you ever think how your sister would feel if she found out what was going on?”
Bradley stood up now, fists clenched as he tried to keep his anger in check. “Are you threatening me?”
Jake let out an unamused laugh, “And here I thought I was the most self-absorbed person in the room. This isn’t about you. Hell, this isn’t even about me. Your sister told me last night that it was one of the first times where she felt happy and could let go of the past for a few hours. Being back here hasn’t only affected you, she lost her dad too. Her mom lost her husband in the same damn house ya’ll are staying in. While you went off into the Navy, she was the one who stayed back and took care of her.
“Did she ever tell you the number of stories your mom shared with her about your dad? About Top Gun and how much he loved flying with Maverick? Those memories have stayed with her to this day, making the move out here so damn hard for her. But now you have some personal vendetta to make sure my life is nothing but hell. Did you stop and think about how she would feel if I walked away because I didn’t want to deal with all this bullshit?”
Jake’s face was now red with rage, whole body tensed. He kept trying to put himself in Bradley’s shoes, but he couldn’t see himself doing this to one of his sisters. Not when the price was this high.
Bradley on the other hand had lost most of his color. He had zero idea his sister was unhappy following him out here and had only wanted to look out for her. He knew how ruthless Hangman was in the skies, but he didn’t think to separate that from his personal life. Yeah, the speech he gave that night had him second guessing a few things, but Jake was known to be a smooth talker. How was he supposed to know if he was telling the truth?  
“And I hate to tell you this but I’m not giving up that easily. It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than Maverick telling me how to be better or Admiral Kazansky making his position known. Your sister is worth putting up with all of this and more. So do us all a favor and get over yourself.”
Jake grabbed his stuff out of his locker and slammed the door, not sparing anyone a second glance. The room was silent. Nothing could’ve prepared any of them for what just happened. Natasha glanced over at Bradley and saw how defeated he looked. The once gloating man was long gone as he processed everything that was said. 
Bob went over to him and gave his shoulder a quick pat. A small show of support but he then proceeded to walk out of the room. Everyone slowly followed, not sure what else to do. Jake Seresin was always the villain of the story. No one ever questioned that. But today, roles were reversed, and the once golden boy of Bradley Bradshaw had now been painted as the new antagonist.
His phone started to vibrate, and he looked down to see that you were calling. After a few breaths to calm himself down, he answered.
“Hey, so I know you weren’t too thrilled about me going on a date with Jake. But I really appreciate you at least letting me leave the driveway last night. I promise he was the perfect gentleman. Even let me talk him into stopping for ice cream on the way home. Something you never let me do. Also, he told me how great of a teammate you are.” He snorted when you said that last part.
“Good try. I know he would never say that.” Your laugh on the other line confirmed that.
“It was worth a try. Anyway, I made dinner if you want it. I thought maybe we could stay in and watch a movie tonight. My way of saying thank you for not being psycho about all this.” Bradley shook his head knowing he was in fact acting like that.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I have to talk to Mav really quick and then I’ll be on my way home.” He had grabbed his stuff and slowly made his way out of the locker room to Maverick’s office.
“Oh, tell him I said hi and that he owes me dinner. I convinced Penny to give him a second chance. Tell him not to mess this one up. I can only work so many miracles.” Bradley smiled as he sat across from Mav.
“I’ll let him know. See you in a few.” He hung up and sighed. Mav was sitting at his desk with a knowing smile on his face, making Bradley feel even worse about the situation.
“A few things. First, I’m going to need you to lay off on Hangman. I appreciate you making him sweat a bit, but Y/N seems to really like him, and I don’t want to ruin that.” Maverick nodded his head and sat back in his chair.
“Are you sure? Ice and I had a whole good cop bad cop thing planned out. He was going to be the bad cop because he just has this stare that seems to pierce your soul. Used to give me nightmares back in the day.”
Bradley couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah, Mav. Thanks though. Also, she said you owe her dinner. Convinced Penny to give you a chance or something.” He watched Mav’s whole face light up.
“I owe that kid a whole lot more than dinner.” He watched as Bradley stood up and make his way to the door.
“I know you may not like this, but she has to grow up some time. I’d rather it be here where we can help her if she falls than halfway across the country. Seresin has his work cut out for him, but I think he’s a good choice for her. Cut yourself some slack though. She’s a lot like your mom in the sense that no one is going to stop her from doing what she wants.”
Bradley offered him a small smile and walked out. Maverick waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone and pulled out his phone to text Ice.
“The kid said to lay off, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”  
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bradshawsbaby · 2 years
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who you’ll find around here:
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Hangman & Phoenix (Hannix) - My stories about Hangman and Phoenix exist within the same universe as the Bradshaw Family. I write about their “Friends With Benefits” Era, as well as their established relationship and married/family life.
Robert “Bob” Floyd - I’m currently writing a World War II AU series with Bob, and I’ve written other standalone stories for him as well. I have plans to write more stories with Bob in the future!
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Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw
Rooster As Your Husband (Pt. I)
Rooster As Your Husband (Pt. II)
A Glimpse of Them (Rooster x Wife!Reader, Goose x Carole) *
You, Me, and Karaoke (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader) *
Until I Saw You (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader) *
The First Time (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader) + *
Show Me All the Scars You Hide (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader)
The Proposal (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader) *
Honeymoon Shopping (Rooster x Fiancee!Reader) *
Wedding Bells (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Hawaiian Breeze (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Tan Lines (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
A Surprise Gift (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Flight Scare (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Sweet Revenge (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Emergency (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Missing You (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
Mirror, Mirror (Rooster x Wife!Reader) + *
Save the Last Dance (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Breathe (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Hands Off (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Happy Birthday, Bradley! (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Bad Day (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
It’s A Lovely Day Today (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Let’s Do Some Kissing and Making Up (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Anniversary Treat (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
I’m Here (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Power’s Out (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Government Issued (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
You’re Beautiful (Rooster x Wife!Reader) + *
Always By Your Side (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Birthday Girl (Rooster x Wife!Reader) + *
In Sickness and In Health (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Bronco Baby (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
Only You (Rooster x Wife!Reader) + *
The Better Man (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Piano Lesson (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
A Special Visit (Rooster x Future Wife!Reader)
Holding Out For A Hero (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Underneath the Tree (Rooster x Wife!Reader) +
Looks Like Christmas (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Forever Valentine (Rooster x Fiancee!Reader)
My Birthday Baby (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
The Bradshaw Family
Rooster As A Father (Pt. I)
Rooster As A Father (Pt. II)
Rooster As A Father (Pt. III)
Welcome to the World (Goose x Carole)
That’s Our Baby (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Pool Day (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Fun on the Fourth (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Show and Tell (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
A Whole New World (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Fall & Halloween With The Bradshaws (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Defending Mommy (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Goose’s First Birthday (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Pop! (Rooster x Wife!Reader) *
Homecomings and Heart-to-Hearts (Rooster x Wife!Reader)
Hannix/Hangman & Phoenix
My Favorite Mistake // FWB Pt. 1 (Hangman x Phoenix) +
Friends With Benefits // FWB Pt. 2 (Hangman x Phoenix)
What He Tells Himself // FWB Pt. 3 (Hangman x Phoenix)
What She Tells Herself // FWB Pt. 4 (Hangman x Phoenix)
The Night She Stayed // FWB Pt. 5 (Hangman x Phoenix)
SFW Alphabet for Hangman & Phoenix
So This Is Love // FWB Pt. 6 (Hangman x Phoenix) +
The Seresin Family (Hangman x Phoenix)
Little Black Dress (Hangman x Phoenix) +
Fall & Halloween With The Seresins (Hangman x Phoenix)
Never Alone (Hangman x Phoenix) *
Merry Christmas, Darling (Hangman x Phoenix)
A Valentine’s Day to Remember (Hangman x Phoenix)
Locker Room Tryst (Hangman x Phoenix) * +
The Cowboy Rule (Hangman x Phoenix) *
A Christmas Eve Proposal (Hangman x Phoenix) *
A Christmas Eve Proposal Pt. 2 (Hangman x Phoenix) *
Robert “Bob” Floyd
Bob As Your Husband *
No Words (Bob x Wife!Reader)
Senses (Bob x Wife!Reader) +
What Christmas Means to Me, My Love (Bob x Wife!Reader)
Change of Plans (Bob x Wife!Reader) +
Sprinkles of Love (Bob x Female Reader)
scenes from the kitchen sink (Bob x Female Reader)
Like Peas in a Pod (Bob x Female Reader)
Alternate Universe (AU) Series
Letters to My Love (Bob x Female Reader) // World War II
Si Vis Amari Ama (Rooster x Female Reader) // Ancient Rome +
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SFW Alphabet for Rooster
Hangman As Your Husband
Love in the Air (Rooster x Female Reader)
Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)
a sky full of stars (rhett x girlfriend!reader) *
to the nines (rhett x childhood friend!reader) *
rhett to the rescue (rhett x girlfriend!reader) *
love in the air at the county fair (rhett x childhood friend!reader) *
the christmas gift (rhett x wife!reader) *
snow angels (rhett x girlfriend!reader) *
all i wanna do is make love to you (rhett x girlfriend!reader) + *
baby’s first christmas (rhett x wife!reader) *
afternoon delight (rhett x girlfriend!reader) +
baby mine (rhett x wife!reader)
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teacupsandtopgun · 2 months
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A Dagger to the Heel
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Felicity ‘Flick’ March (OC)
Summary: Jake’s spiteful and conniving ex-girlfriend makes a last-ditch attempt to ensnare him again, but little does she know, she’s already too late.
Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Some sexual references, alcohol, and mentions of emotionally abusive relationships.
Author’s Note: This began as one of my It's Shoe Time-inspired drabbles, but multiple requests morphed into multiple parts which have now morphed into a fully-fledged fic! If you would like to read the origins of Flick and Jake's love story, check out my masterlist.
Word Count: 2.7k
"I am so excited for tonight," Flick said. "I can't believe we're finally attending our first Navy Gala together!"
Jake couldn't believe it either. He felt like this occasion should have come around sooner than it had, but somehow the dates and their availabilities had never lined up until now.
Flick squealed when Jake showed her the invite, and she squealed again (but louder) when Jake told her it would be a full dagger squad reunion, all partners accounted for too.
"I'll finally get to meet Reuban’s hubby? And Phoenix's new girlfriend? Oh, and it will be so nice to see Briony again too, especially since she and Bob announced they're having another baby - she must be ready to pop! And Jacinda and I have so much to catch up on - don't groan, Jake, she chats more shit about Javy than I do about you."
She'd had her outfit picked out for weeks and teased him with tiny details of what it might look like for just as long. Not that he minded, however, because he knew he'd be in for a treat when the big reveal finally came. Flick never failed to take his breath away, and take his breath away she did.
"Wow. Just - wow."
Flick grinned and spun around, giving Jake even more of an eyeful of how the midnight black velvet hugged her curves in all the right places, the daringly high slit in the skirt revealing the perfect amount of thigh. The off-the-shoulder sweetheart neckline felt like an invitation to smother her shoulders in kisses, but he knew that if he started he would never be able to stop.
"The look on your face, baby. It's an absolute picture."
"Because I'm gazing at a masterpiece. The eighth wonder of the world."
"Oh stop it," Flick said, pressing her fingers to Jake's lips. He took the opportunity to kiss the back of her hand. "Besides, you look just as good, Lt Commander Seresin. Too good to be true, and don't act like you don't know it, modesty has never been your forte."
He had no choice but to acquiesce.
Flick sat down on the bed and reached for the shoebox under it.
"Help me with the finishing touch?"
There, under a blood-red bow, scarlet lid, and layers of crimson tissue paper, lay a pristine pair of jet-black stilettos. The pièce de résistance? A gleaming silver dagger adorned each heel.
"Felicity..."
Jake didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Flick leaned back and kicked up a leg, waggling her pedicured toes in his direction. He took the shoes and dutifully knelt at her feet, helping her slip on each heel, the Prince Charming to her Cinderella. He even noticed the sweet floral notes of her signature perfume that she had spritzed on her ankles, just for him.
Once finished, Jake held out his hand to help her stand and pulled her in for a chaste but loving kiss, knowing she wouldn't take kindly to him messing up her make-up.
"Promise you'll never stop surprising me," he pleaded.
Flick reached out to rub the tiniest blotch of red from Jake's lip.
"I promise baby."
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Flick never imagined becoming a Navy WAG, but she had to admit it certainly had its perks (besides being with Jake, of course). She loved an excuse to dress up, buy a new pair of shoes (and boy, she had knocked it out of the park with the dagger-adorned heels she was strutting about in), and spend an evening in a decked-out hotel ballroom dining on fabulous food. Bliss.
The immaculately white-shirted waiters and waitresses had cleared their plates from the meal, and the occupants of Table 9 played musical chairs to strike up new conversations before it was time for the presentation ceremony to begin. Flick, Zak, and Briony huddled together to roast the outfit choices of other guests while their respective partners, Jake, Bradley and Bob, talked shop.
"Ooof, we've got ourselves a pageant queen approaching from the back corner," Zak cringed. "Do you think she got the wrong venue?"
Briony hummed in agreement. "I think she's trying to channel Superstar Barbie, but only Margot Robbie could pull that off."
Flick's eyes darted around the room to find who Zak and Briony were referring to. When she did, she wondered how she hadn't seen this woman until now. The hot pink sequinned dress and matching ruffled tulle boa stuck out like a sore thumb against the sea of jewel tones and uniforms. Flick disagreed with her friends' assertions though. This woman was beautiful. But only on the outside.
Her name was Sarah Belle. Jake's manipulative, mentally abusive, cheating bitch of an ex-girlfriend. And she was stalking straight towards him.
Oh fuck no. Not a fucking chance. There was no way in hell Flick was going to let Sarah taint this magical evening. No fucking way.
Glancing over at the man she loved, Flick saw Jake throw his head back, laughing at something Bradley said. Good. He hadn't clocked Sarah yet. And if she could act quickly enough, he wasn't going to.
Flick jumped out of her seat, slung a hurried "cover for me" over her shoulder to Briony and Zak, and strode across the ballroom as fast as her dagger-pointed heels would take her, placing herself directly in front of Sarah's path.
"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed falsely, plastering on a smile. "It's been so long since I've seen you! We have so much to catch up on. Let's go talk out here, where it's quieter."
"What the -"
Flick gave the other woman no time to react or register who she was talking to. She looped her arm through Sarah's, gripping the pink boa tightly, and marched her out of a side door and into the open air.
Sarah yanked herself out of Flick's grasp.
"Get off me, you fucking bitch!" she grunted.
"Not unless you promise to leave Jake alone," Flick demanded. "How the hell are you even here?"
"My brother's a Navy SEAL, remember?" Sarah said smugly. "I saw his invite and took a nosey at the guest list. I had a hunch my Jakey might be on there, and I was right." She wafted a loose lock of blonde hair away from her impeccably made-up face. "My brother was going to take his boring-ass wet blanket of a girlfriend, but I convinced her she'd hate it. Told her she'd feel completely out of her depth amongst so many glamorous spouses. I'm doing her a favour, really. And in return for my generosity, I get the chance to reconnect with an old flame. Where's the harm in that?"
Flick's whole body shuddered with rage. Sarah was a psychopath. She was willing to hijack her brother's evening and prey on the insecurities of his girlfriend just so she could have her moment in the spotlight and terrorise Jake further still? Jake had a full-blown panic attack the last time he saw Sarah; he was so traumatised by their relationship. He still went to therapy each month to talk things through and fought every day to heal the psychological and emotional scars that Sarah had inflicted.
If Flick believed Sarah had a heart, she would have ripped one of the daggers from her shoes and stabbed her with it.
"You're insane," Flick spat.
Sarah just laughed in her face.
-
Jake was having a great evening. The setting was top-notch, the food was delicious, and, once the Veteran’s Presentation was over, he had a night full of dancing with the most stunning woman in all of the 50 states he'd sworn to protect to look forward to.
Bradley launched into yet another ridiculous story that was sure to have Bob chuckling, but Jake found himself hoping to catch Flick’s eye, eager to see that familiar sparkle he loved so much.
Yet only Bob’s heavily pregnant wife, Briony, and Bradley’s dapper boyfriend, Zak, remained on the opposite side of the table.
“Where’s Flick?”
Briony and Zak halted their conversation and turned to Jake with wide eyes. They looked from him to each other, then back at him again.
“She went to the bar.”
“She went to the bathroom.”
They both supplied their answers at the same time, completely contradicting each other with their words and the directions of their pointed fingers.
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Is this some kind of riddle or…?”
“Are you looking for Flick?” Bob piped up. “Because I saw her go outside with some girl. It looked like they knew each other.”
Jake elected to trust Bob over the other two and headed towards the grand glass doors, not seeing Briony admonish Bob for unknowingly dropping Flick in hot water behind him.
The hotel garden was a sight to behold. Strings of softly glowing lights lined the paths, enticing its visitors to wander amongst the flora, and white ornate benches along the way gave permission to stop and smell the roses. A small collection of tables and chairs were dotted along the patio, neatly placed in front of the ballroom windows. Some were still laden with wine bottles and half-empty glasses from earlier in the evening. The cool, quiet air was a welcome respite from the heat and chatter that Jake had come from, and the moon was high in the sky, watching over proceedings and tinting the garden with luminescent magic.
Thinking he could hear female voices, Jake walked along the side of the building, stopping as he reached an ivy and rose-covered trellis.
“You’re insane.”
The laugh that followed made his blood run cold.
“Us women have to be a little insane, honey. How else do we get what we want?”
Flick was talking to Sarah.
-
Neither woman knew there was an eavesdropper hiding amongst the plants beside them. They were both at locked horns, too zeroed in on each other to notice the world beyond.
“Men think women are crazy and manipulative regardless of what we do," Sarah opined. "Some of us are just smart enough to use that knowledge to our advantage.”
Flick could only shake her head, dumbstruck. As she did so, she clocked an almost full glass of red wine that someone had left behind on the nearby garden table.
Sarah smirked and folded her arms, settling into the power she thought she held.
“You don’t have it in you. I can tell. I’m pretty certain I could waltz right back into that ballroom and give Jakey a big ol’ kiss and you wouldn’t do a damn thing about it because you’re too prim and proper to make a scene.”
Now it was Flick’s turn to laugh. How wrong Sarah was. She didn’t know her at all.
If Sarah wanted crazy, Flick could give her crazy. She wanted a scene? Flick could make a fucking scene. If it meant protecting Jake’s peace, Flick would do anything and everything.
She stepped towards Sarah suddenly, forcing their positions to change so that the table with the wine was just within reach behind her. Sarah had nowhere to go except to be backed up against the stone wall of the hotel.
“You better listen close, honey. Because I’m only going to say this once,” Flick hissed. “Jake doesn’t know you’re here, and I intend to keep it that way. If he sees you this evening, or if you touch him, talk to him, or even think about him too long for the rest of your pathetic little life I will personally rip every strand of hair off your bleach blonde fucking head. I will make it my mission to drag your name through the mud of every town you visit. Every person in every room you set foot in will know exactly what part of the gutter you came from. I will ruin you in ways you don’t even think are possible. Do you know why? Because Jake is my world. I adore him more than life itself. I would walk through hell and back for him if I needed to. The power is mine because I know what real love is. You don’t. So we’re done. Do you hear me? Done.”
At Flick’s final word, the wine glass was in her hand, and she thrust the contents at Sarah’s face. Sarah gasped in shock and inadvertently swallowed some of the liquid, causing her to cough and splutter, more wine dribbling down her chin and onto her dress, adding to the big red stain that was already forming across her chest. Then, for good measure, Flick lifted a dagger-tipped heel and drove it into the top of Sarah’s foot.
-
Jake heard everything.
At Sarah’s pained yelp, he ducked back inside and did his best to compose himself, knowing Flick would soon follow. He weaved through the crowd and towards the table as fast as he could, desperate to get back in his seat so he could pretend he’d never left it. He needed Flick to believe she’d done the right thing, that she’d protected him from Sarah and quelled any risk of his ex-girlfriend tainting his night.
I haven’t seen Sarah. Uttering that statement aloud wouldn’t be a lie. And, if that fact remained, then all of Flick’s promises would still hold true. To him, to her, and to the universe.
He slid into his chair just as Flick appeared in the doorway.
Bob, Bradley, Zak, and Briony looked at him questioningly.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” he said firmly. Thankfully none of the others had the energy to contradict him.
-
Flick arrived at the table and gave them all an easy smile.
“Sorry everyone, I just stepped out to get some air.”
Jake gently pulled her down to sit across his lap and slung a comforting arm around her waist, giving her hip a reassuring squeeze.
“You feeling ok, darlin’?” he asked softly, his words imbued with a double meaning that was only known to him.
Flick nodded and planted a firm kiss on Jake’s lips. Long gone were her worries about smudging her lipstick. She was all too happy to mark this man as hers. “I am now,” she promised. “Because I get to spend the rest of the evening slow dancing with my husband.”
My husband.
They’d only been married for a month, but Flick knew the joy that glimmered in her veins when she spoke those two little words would never fade, not even in 50 years.
My husband, my husband, my husband.
Jake lifted her left hand to his lips and fondly kissed the rings on her finger. It only occurred to Flick now how strange it was that Sarah hadn’t noticed them, so blinded had she been by her demented scheme. Or perhaps she had noticed but hadn’t cared. Why should she let a little thing like Jake and Flick being married stop her? Sarah Belle cared for nothing but herself.
After being doused in wine and having her toes crushed, Sarah stormed into the depths of the garden and called her brother.
“Sebby! You need to come out here right now, we’re going home - I don’t care that you’re not ready, I’m your sister and I need you. I can’t go back inside - Don’t be so selfish – Fine! I’ll get a taxi. But I’m telling Daddy you left me stranded – no, you can go fuck yourself!”
Flick had to swallow a giggle at the memory. A low moan from Jake drew her back to the present. Her hand had found its way to his neck, and she was affectionately tugging the hairs at his nape.
“I reckon I’ve got the better end of the deal, darlin’,” he drawled. “Because I get to spend the rest of the evening slow dancing with my wife.”
“Your wife, huh?” Flick whispered playfully against his lips. “She sounds like a lucky woman.”
"I'm glad you think so." Jake nudged her nose with his. “My wife, my heart, my everything. She’s right here, right in front of me, and I’ll hold on to her forever if she says yes to my next question.”
“Then ask away,” Flick breathed.
“Professor Felicity Seresin, would you do me the honour of saving your first and last dance tonight for me?”
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gennyanydots · 2 years
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Kindergarten Failure
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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader
Companion piece to “Spitfire”
part of the ‘spitfire universe’
An: the jealousy fic nobody asked for!
Phoenix has been getting on Jake’s nerves. Always asking about the next time you’ll come out with the pilots. When she can come over. Why you actually don’t come out all the time. (Apparently you telling her he needed to be the prettiest wherever he is wasn’t a good enough answer) Truth is you’re not one to go out much. You keeping your bar fights to once a month was because that’s how often you went out. Sure you go out more with Jake like to dinner and things but out out is a different thing entirely.
Jake is the extrovert out of the two of you. Quite obviously. He loves being out. He thrives off the attention. He loves being in public. He also loves you and knows that you need to stay in more than he does. He respects that. He always offers to bring you places with him just in case but often you decline. If he stays out late he tries to DoorDash you some treat to make sure you know he’s thinking of you. He knows the way to your heart. He’s had it long enough.
It was Friday night once again and now that Penny was back everyone had resumed their normal routine. After a long day of work going out and getting a few beers while playing pool and darts is exactly how the dagger squad liked to unwind.
Jake had told you they were going out. He never wants you to worry where he might be. He’d also told you about Phoenix needing some more girl time. Halo is nice and all but even two girls compared to ten guys still skewed the ratio.
You hadn’t had a bad day. You were feeling pretty good so you figured why not give Phoenix what she wants so badly. You headed home after work to jump in the shower and get ready knowing the pilots were just heading straight to the bar after work. They all showered at work and you didn’t have that luxury. You threw on a cute but casual outfit and got in your car to head towards the Hard Deck.
As soon as you walk in you hear the call of your name from the pool tables and you smile and wave at Phoenix who looks practically giddy as you walk over.
“Hangman didn’t tell me you were coming!”
“Yeah well I don’t tell him everything. Gotta keep him on his toes.”
You feel a hand brush against your waist as it settles on the opposite hip pulling you into a hard body. A kiss placed on the crown of your head as you snuggle into your husband’s side.
“Well shit. Now I’m not the prettiest at this bar anymore. Guess I gotta go find a new bar,” Jake says with a chuckle.
You look up at him, “Is it hard being in second place? I wouldn’t know.”
“When first place looks this good? I’m surprised I even made second place,” he says with a wink.
You playfully roll your eyes and bump your shoulder into his side. He leans down to kiss your head once again and squeezes you once as he lets go to head towards Coyote who is standing near the darts board looking around.
“Okay so now you have to tell me all about being married to Hangman!” Phoenix says excitedly. “Is he cocky all the time? Has he always been like that? Are you late to everything because you have to drag him away from the mirror?”
You laugh, “Yes. Yes. And no if we’re ever late it’s my fault because I can’t be on time to save my life. Most often he tells me we have to be somewhere a half hour before we actually have to be there because that’s usually the only way I’ll be on time. If he had it his way we would be there the half an hour before we have to be there that he tells me. He likes to be early everywhere. All that ‘if you’re early then you’re on time. If you’re on time then you’re late.’ bullshit.”
Phoenix nods her head, “Yeah the Navy will do that to you. Do you want to grab a drink?”
“Yes please!”
You both head towards the bar and grab a drink, on your husband’s tab, then head to a high top table and sit chatting.
After some time the bar gets more crowded. More and more bodies are packed it. You catch Jake’s eye a couple times to check in with each other, you always smiling at him to let him know you’re fine and he always winking at you as he grins. This time he holds up his beer bottle and mouths “Another?” and you nod. He heads towards the bar and waits his turn patiently.
“So why did Coyote only know about you?,” Phoenix asks when you turn your attention back to her.
You shrug, “I met Javy a long time ago. Back when Jake and I were just dating. I met him first when Jake graduated from the academy and then again when they were both at Top Gun originally I had come to visit and stayed the week they graduated. Javy came to our wedding.”
“I am insulted that I wasn’t invited,” Phoenix teases.
“I didn’t know you! It was also pretty small. And rushed. Jake and I were sick of being long distance so we quickly got married so I could stay with him when he’s stateside.”
“Well I’m sure even if it was rushed it was beautiful,” Phoenix says.
You smile remembering the day, “It really was. You’ll have to come over soon and look at pictures. You’ll love the one where I smashed cake in Jake’s face.”
Phoenix grins, “Now that I have to see!”
You grin back and look over towards your husband seeing if he had made any progress at the busy bar. You raise an eyebrow as you see a woman talking to your husband. You can tell by Jake’s body language he doesn’t want to be in the conversation but the woman doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“So we going to handle that or let him flounder for a minute,” Phoenix asks.
You chuckle, “Give it a minute. If she continues then I guess it’s time to party.”
Phoenix nods and you both continue to watch the scene unfold.
The woman takes her hand and places it on Jake’s chest. His hands immediately go up in surrender.
You’re on your feet in an instant pushing your way through the crowd.
You come up behind Jake wrapping an arm around his waist and shoving the woman’s hand off his chest, “Hi. Did you fail kindergarten? You don’t touch things that aren’t yours. Thanks.”
The woman smirks at you pulling her hand back, “You sure you didn’t fail? Sharing is caring. You weren’t here. Clearly your man was lonely. I’m more than happy to keep him company.”
Jake whistles lowly and says to you, “You promised once a month.”
“I know what I promised but that was before this,” you hiss back at him.
“Trouble in paradise? I can promise you, sweetheart, that I will never be a problem. I can be so good for you,” the woman says towards Jake.
Jake chuckles and looks back towards the woman, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
The woman looks confused, “My loss? What do you mean?”
You smile and side step away from Jake, “He means this.” Your hand shoots up to the back of the woman’s head as you grip her hair tightly and pull her head back. “You’re going to leave this bar and you’re never coming back here. You’ll regret it if you do. Now we are going to walk nicely outside and you’re going to leave.”
The woman winces, “Okay!”
You pull her along towards the door then shove her outside.
“Fucking bitch!” the woman says as she stumbles outside.
“You’ll be smart to remember that!” You call as you watch her walk to her car then turn around heading back inside.
You see Jake at the bar holding your drink which he hands to you when you reach him. He uses his now free hand to pull you towards him then wraps his arm around you.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re possessive?” Jake asks with a chuckle.
“Anyone ever tell you to shut up?” You quip back.
“Every goddamn day of my life.”
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TOP GUN FIC RECS 4!
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top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently
this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.
F: fluff A: angst S: smut
𖥻 - series /multi part
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JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN
F: not the only cowboy by @mrsjobarnes jake seresin did not fall first. not in any circumstance. for you, however, he might just will.
S: call by @say-al0e jake's away on detachment and his picture book of you helps remind him what's waiting for him back home.
F + A: more than this by @hangmanbrainrot you and hangman have been friends for long, neither of you dare to ruin what's already good.
F + A: the best benefits by @writercole 𖥻 you and jake have been best friends forever. just friends is all you were because surely if either of you were to catch feelings it'd have happened already right?
F: kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit + can't unfeel that + you stole my heart right off of my lips by @theharddeck fwb with jake while blatantly ignoring your feelings for him.
S: take it by @bussyslayer333 jake was your stupid best friend. you were also in love with him.
A: promise me by @footprintsinthesxnd you and jake finally had everything you could ever want. till you didn't.
F: the orange. by @violentdelightsandviolentends jake shared his orange with you. obviously that was equivalent to him laying his heart out on the line for you.
F + A: heart's getting soft by @welcome-to-my-multiverse you're jake's fake date back home for the holidays and everything feels like it was meant to be.
F + A: antidotes and poisons by @girl-in-the-chairs-void 𖥻 you and jake did not get along.
F: loverboy by @rassvetsky jake was head over heels for you and you've got him wrapped around your finger.
A: the voicemail by @callsignmercy the first you hear of jake in a decade is a voicemail he leaves before the most dangerous mission he has ever had to take part in.
F + A: line of sight by @top-hhun you have a misconception that hangman doesn't like you. he goes against everything his callsign says about him when you're in need.
F: north star by @violentdelightsandviolentends jake seresin was not a patient man. he reaches his limit this new year's.
F: jake seresin being drunk and coming home to the reader and it's basically just really cute and full of fluff!! by @of-many-fandomss
F + A: i just want you to like me by @adamstnheights you were friends with benefits with jake and all you wanted was for him to like you more than just friends.
F + A: loving you is the antidote by @demxters jake seresin was your typical frat boy. the only reason why you tolerated him was due to your friendship with your mutual friend, bradley.
F + A: traitor by @fandomxpreferences 𖥻 bradley betrays you in the worst way possible. quid pro quo.
F + A: take me home for christmas by @madsnowstorm 𖥻 you have never experienced a joyous christmas day before. thus, when jake asks if you want to go home with him for the holidays, you're reluctant.
F: practice baby by @tongue-like-a-razor you and jake 'adopt' bob to be your practice baby.
F: flygirl by @starlightstories you're penny's barkeep, but you're also one of jake's most favourite people
F: where i’m from by @sometimes-i-write-good jake thought that your date had been going good. he panics when you start crying out of nowhere.
F + A: treat you right by @eternalsams jake can’t treat you the way you deserve
F + A: is this a joke? + part 2 by @edensbuttercups a drunk hangman shows up at your door in the middle of the night.
A: champagne problems by @callsign-phoenix you knew jake's family never liked you. you would never make jake choose between you or them.
F + A: just friends by @say-al0e you and jake were not just friends. that was clear to everybody but you.
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BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW
F: care for you by @witchwyfe four ways bradley shows you he cares + the one time he does more.
F + A: a misinterpreted loss by @lostdreamr-blog1 you thought that you and bradley had finally reached a new place. you're thoroughly disappointed when you see him wrapped around another girl at the hard deck.
F: act accordingly by @thebirdandthebee rooster couldn't call you his if you weren't technically his
F + A: there was something ‘bout you by @bussyslayer333 bradley bradshaw had girls falling for him left and right. why would he like you? you were arrogant and annoying. it didn't help that you were stuck tutoring him english.
F + A: miss you most…at christmas time by @notroosterbradshaw bradley's not going to be home for christmas and it takes a toll on his relationship with his family
S + A: home for the holidays by @mothdruid bradley lies to his family about having a girlfriend. in order to keep up with the lie, you, his best friend, become his pretend-girlfriend for the holidays.
F + A: je te laisserai des mots by @jupitercomet 𖥻 every little girl dreams of their wedding day, the pretty dress and the fancy venue, you included. why then are you absolutely miserable on what's supposed to be the happiest day of your life?
F + A: remember you even when i don't by @beyondthesefourwalls 𖥻 even though rooster has no memory of who you are, he stills feels an unbreakable connection between the two of you
F + A: i would never hurt you by @roosterforme rooster would never hurt you the way that you had been hurt
F + A: that's my man by @greymoonfeelings you and rooster talk through his insecurities
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ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD
F: candy by @bussyslayer333 bob has a thing for the cute barista at the coffeeshop he frequents.
F: stiff competition by @roosterforme the dagger squad are smitten over the owner of a quaint bakery but you've only got your eyes set on bob.
F: are you forgetting anything? by @taylorsburner bob nearly forgets something before leaving for work.
F: mini me by @bippot phoenix has never met her backseater's family. she's only seen them from pictures that bob keeps. the end of the uranium mission is the perfect time for the dagger squad to meet the floyd family.
F + A: love story by @auroradawnwrites you and bob were supposed to live happily ever after. your father takes that away from the both of you and you're both stuck longing over the other, on opposite sides of the country.
F: mixed up match up by @purplevortexx you meet bob before you knew he was bob
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MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA
F: you wonder how he got his call sign by @imawkwardlysoc fanboy got his callsign because he's indeed, a fanboy.
F: subatomic particles by @rassvetsky picnic with mickey and he's so in love with you.
F: the dangers of the holidays by @crazyk-imagine the holidays is the most dangerous time of the year. all that wrapping and taping.
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hello! bit of a specific request but would you know of any fics that feature draco & harry exchanging snarky letters (for whatever purpose- their jobs or teddy or anything really) that get progressively less snarky and more exasperatedly affectionate? fic doesn't have to be only featuring their letters, but like initially at least the exchanges between draco & harry are solely via post
Is there anything more romantic than taking the time to write a letter? Even if it is sent out of annoyance, you had to take time to find pen and paper, sit and write your thoughts, sign off and sign your name, then find postage and send it.
I hope you enjoy these epistolary (one of my favorite words) fics. And if you feel up to it, send a friend a letter for the joy of it.
Epistolary
Mislaid Owl Post by (801 words, rated G) by @thelionessroyal
A trainee owl keeps bringing letters to Hogwarts Potions Master Draco Malfoy instead of their intended recipients, leading to a rather annoyed Malfoy and amused Potter sending letters back and forth. Maybe they should thank the poor owl for his efforts...
Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash (3,505 words, not rated)
All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone too.
I Just Want You to Know by @crazybutgood and @sugareey-makes-stuff (3,949 words, rated T)
After a Potions accident leaves Harry and Draco without a verbal filter, they have no choice but to communicate with each other through letters. Forced to work together to catch up and complete their Potions project on time, secrets they have both been withholding eventually spill out along the way.
Famous Last Words by drarrymadhatter and @ladderofyears (6,298 words, rated M)
When unsigned love letters addressed to him begin spontaneously appearing around the castle, Draco is not amused. In an effort to make them stop - or at least to make them stop appearing in public places with permanent sticking charms - he writes back.
Handling Snakes by @potter-loves-malfoy (7,074 words, rated T)
Draco Malfoy is content with his life as a psychologist in the Muggle world. Sure, the tube is a nightmare, and it would be nice to use magic without worrying about being discreet, but it's good for the most part. When he starts treating a client for their fear of snakes, he realizes that his safe, comfortable, Muggle life won't be that way for long. It really doesn't help that he might have a slight aversion to snakes. There's no avoiding it now; he needs Harry Potter. Only for his snakes, of course.
To Auld Acquaintance by @cavendishbutterfly, @corvuscrowned, @sorrybutblog, @fictional (8,326 words, rated T)
After Draco returns from a stint in Paris, neither Harry nor Draco seem to know how to talk to each other. As usual, they make it literally everyone else's problem.
Featuring: texts, letters, emails, and further shenanigans.
Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (10,258 words, rated T)
Dear Mr Potter, The answer is, and will remain, a no.
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press
How to Fool Your Friends (And Get a Boyfriend in the Process ) by @famoustruth and @orpheous87 (10,332 words, rated T)
Fed up with their friends trying to set them up, Harry and Draco decide to pretend to be a couple in public. They plan their every move through their letters, but what they didn't plan for were the very real feelings that make themselves known.
Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (14,848 words, rated M)
Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?
There are many benefits to being a marine biologist by @tedahfromtayla (19,088 words, rated T)
There is something about Harry that constantly calls Draco back to Britain. No matter how far he tries to run, he can't outrun his stubborn heart, or the history of his family.
Bonne Foi, Draco Malfoy by @badwolfblues (19,399 words, rated E)
At twenty-five, Draco Malfoy has to return to England to do something about the Manor, and Harry Potter won’t leave him alone. His years-old crush on Potter is reignited over repairs, mermaid lemonades, and pocket owl messages.
Butterflies in Winter by Justlikewriting (19,725 words, rated M)
Of course Harry had known that Malfoy’d been sent to Azkaban, but, to be honest, since the trials Harry hadn’t really thought of the git at all anymore. A random visit to Slug and Jiggers was about to drastically change that, though.
And whose exactly were those letters that Harry found there?
Dear Stranger by @iero0 (22,751 words, rated T)
The one thing more pointless than falling in love with an anonymous wizard over a correspondence is falling in love with Harry Potter when you’re Draco Malfoy.
*Check out the Happy Hour rec of this fic by @ladderofyears
All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (32,826 words, rated E)
Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.
The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,232 words, rated E)
A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.
But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.
Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.
Save the Date by @mallstars (122,954 words, rated E)
In the twelve years after the war, Harry attends sixteen weddings. As friends and acquaintances vow their lives to one another, he watches quietly from the sidelines. Step by step, Harry pieces himself back together, builds a life from the wreckage of his past and falls, slowly and thoroughly, for Draco Malfoy.
A story told in sixteen parts, of patient and transformative love, of queerness, of reaching out and holding on. Featuring plenty of pining, Gilderoy Lockhart getting married in a fever dream of glitter and product placement, and Rita Skeeter spitting a steady stream of venom at Harry and Draco's every move.
❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️
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Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (Feb 2024)
Dear Slayer by Elsa Frohman [PG-13]
Season 7 AU, based on the speculation that Spike might come back as a "living" vampire.
Drive by Holly [NC-17]
Freshly turned and very grumpy about it, Buffy finds herself in a weird place. One where her friends smell like food, her former mortal enemy smells like heaven, and the so-called love of her life has made it clear that killing her is on his to-do list. Throw in some overly zealous army guys and this is not Buffy's idea of a party. So she and Spike decide to hit the road at least long enough to figure out why neither of them can hit anything else. And since they're both single and free, well, Buffy wouldn't say no to a distraction from the never-ending laugh riot that is her life. And Spike can be very, very distracting. Good thing soulless vampires can't fall in love or she might be in trouble.
Fireworks by RavenLove12 [NC-17]
The gang is throwing a beach party for the 4th of July in hopes it will lift Buffy’s spirits and help her find a new love. Trouble is she’s already falling for someone they don’t expect.
Found by CupcakeCute [PG-13]
Begins between TGIQ and Power Play, continues post-NFA. Buffy learns of Spike's resurrection from an unlikely source and immediately sets out to make things right as The Apocalypse breaks out in L.A. Spike/Buffy pairing, some Angel/Cordelia.
The Kind of Anticlimactic that's… Not by EllieRose101 [PG]
Hellmouth activity has been almost worryingly absent of late, and with less trouble in Buffy’s life, she’s had nothing stopping her from spending extra time with her lover… Except maybe she has that backwards? (Alternative Season Six.)
Phoenix by EllieRose101 [NC-17]
Spike saved Buffy at great personal cost—something she hopes to repay. (Goes off-canon near the end of Once More with Feeling.)
Ready by sweetprincipale [NC-17]
AU early season 5. Riley and Buffy are still together and something big happened over the summer- a little bundle of joy is on the way. Buffy is not so joyful about how Riley is now treating her. She's ready to be seen as the Slayer and woman she still is, and Spike doesn't object to lending a hand (or other parts).
Spike's Girlfriend by EllieRose101 [PG]
Spike’s in love and the Scooby Gang are sick hearing about it—Buffy most of all. (Alternative Season Six.)
Under The Influence by NautiBitz [NC-17]
A few nights after their engagement spell, Buffy has to watch Spike. Problem is, a psychedelic demon may have just spritzed her with a mind-altering substance. Will Spike seize the moment? Or will they just end up naked? HMMM.
You've Got The Look by Geliot99 [NC-17]
“Buffy?” he mumbled as something soft brushed delicately across his eyelid. “Don’t open your eyes,” she said quietly, her voice flat with concentration, “or you’ll get poked with the eyeshadow brush.” He paused, motionless beneath her. “I’ll what now?” “Just hold still.”
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The Doc Is In 🩺 | Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell Imagine
Takes place during TGM
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TGM Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x doctor!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)
Content Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, mentions of medical operations | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 2.7k
Requested 📨 yes/no (for @wildellaa 🤍)
Premise: Funny how a routine checkup after a near-death experience can lead to sudden revelations. For the dagger squad, this revelation comes in the news their infamous instructor happens to be quite close to the new base physician…who happens to be a high ranking Air Force personnel.
Note: I’m sorry by how long this took and I apologize if its bad/weak 🥹 I started a new job (my first job every) and it’s been a wild couple weeks but I promise I’m coming back! Also side note- the joke I added about the Air Force Dress Blues is an actual jab the branches use against the Air Force 😂 my mom was in the AF for 24 years and hated the Blues after they changed the uniform.
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“Are you feeling any lightheadedness, nausea, or ringing in your ears?” Nat squinted against the light shining in her eyes, but adjusted before answering.
“No, just a little shaken. That’s all.” She kept her gaze forward as instructed, blinking once the light turned off. A light chuckle left the physician's lips.
“I would expect so after what you just experienced,” her smile was kind, jotting down notes on the pad beside her. “Normal behavior, but if you feel any of the symptoms I just listed at any point let me know. It doesn’t appear you have a concussion but we can never be too careful. And no visible sign of injuries to the chest or torso, indicating you had a more graceful landing than most pilots I see.”
“Is emergency ejections a common occurrence for you, Colonel?”
The woman chuckled, “You’d be surprised. Between the Air Force and Navy, my resume with treating you a lot doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon.” She goes to the computer to enter the report, “Most cases involve broken or bruised ribs. But thankfully you appear in good shape. We just wanna watch out for any changes regarding your head.”
Nat nodded, moving to zip up her flight suit while the physician, an Air Force Colonel, the highest ranking for Air Force officers, with the last name L/n-Mitchell, wrote up the report notes on the computer.
Huh, funny how she shared the same last name as her boss.
“Your vitals are normal, no visible external injuries, and no sign of a concussion,” she repeated, fingers typing away, “but again we’ll keep an eye on those. I’ll get you and Lieutenant Floyd checked in for overnight observation—in the meantime is there anyone I can call to bring you anything you might need?”
“No need,” Nat waved a hand, “They’re all out in the lobby waiting for an update.” Rooster had sent her a text saying they had her and Bob’s things from their locker and food from the base Exchange.
Colonel L/n-Mitchell chuckled, “I’ll go grab them for you two.” She goes to the edge of the curtain, speaks to the person on the other side briefly before moving the fabric away to release the divide between the two spaces. When she does so the curtain reveals a pale-faced Bob on the opposite side.
“You good, Floyd?” Nat asks, untying her boots to make herself comfortable since she was to stay the night. Her answer was a groan.
“I might have thrown up a couple times.”
“What’s the diagnosis?”
“Just the case of my stomach being flipped upside down,” Bob leans back until he’s sprawled out on the bed. “I’m surprised I didn’t crap my pants.” Phoenix cringed, but bit back a laugh.
The Colonel placed her pen in her front pocket, smiling at the aviators, “I’ll be right back with your friends. Hang tight.” She opened the front curtain and disappeared, combat boots echoing with each step.
Bob and Nat waited about five minutes tops when she returned with Jake, Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Javy. “They’re in one piece,” she teased, moving to the side so they could all greet each other.
“We got your favorite,” Jake lifted a bag from Subway. Pulling out two sandwiches for Nat and Bob. They thanked them and started showing down when the curtain drew back again to reveal Pete.
“Sorry I’m late,” eyes instantly go toward the physician causing a smile to form on his lips. “Well this is a surprise.” Her own smile appeared.
“I told you I was transferring here.” The statement had all eyes, minus Bradley’s go wide. In fact Bradley mirrored Mav’s happy expression. Indicating he had some sort of familiarity to the Colonel.
Pete shocked them even more when he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I was expecting to see you next week,” he lets his eyes wander her uniform clad figure, grinning from ear to ear. She was in her Air Force ABUs, “Did you get in last night?”
“I did. Got settled at tlf, was planning on surprising you tonight but it looks like fate had other ideas,” she giggled, accepting his kiss causing gasps to ring out. “I take it this bunch belongs to you?”
“Hold the phone,” Javy said what everyone was thinking. He pointed at Mav, “You,” then pivoted to the woman, “And you are….”
She finished for him, “married.”
“Married!”
“I missed some chapters.”
“You never said you were married,” Phoenix stated, not seeing a wedding ring on either of their hands. It was common for military personnel to not wear rings due to their jobs, but surely Maverick would’ve mentioned in passing.
“I thought you guys knew.”
Javy scoffed, “We sure did not. Let alone to the base physician.”
“New base physician,” she corrected, “I just transferred here so really no one would have known. Although,” she turns to Bradley, “I thought you would’ve said something, Bradley.” The pilot just shrugged and mumbled how his thoughts were occupied with Nat and Bob. “Anyway, it is nice to meet you all. Sorry we had to become acquainted in these circumstances.”
The pilots were flabbergasted. First to find out that their instructor was married, and second to discover it was to a full bird Colonel.
“If you don’t mind me asking, Colonel,” Jake began, not used to addressing Air Force personnel. The Navy’s equivalent to a full bird colonel was Captain. Which happened to be her husband's rank. And generally when licensed physicians enter the Air Force they’re automatically ranked Captain or Major. So it made him wonder how long Pete’s wife had been in the Air Force to reach the rank of Colonel. “But where were you before coming to Miramar?”
“Vandenberg.” Ah, the Air Force Base up north in central California. One of the largest bases in the country and satellite home of both NASA and SpaceX.
Not to mention in the last two decades it had several shark attacks on its beaches.
The next hour consisted of the squad asking the couple several questions including the typical, “how long have you two been together?” “Have you always been in the Air Force?” And “Why haven’t you mentioned you were married, Captain?”
“Again, I thought you knew,” Mav reinstated, slightly flustered from the knowing look he received from his wife.
“We’ve been married ten years,” Y/n explained with a smile. “Though we’d been friends for some time. So…” she brought a finger to her lips, “I wanna say it was 2004 when we met for the first time. I had just commissioned.”
“What did you come in as?”
“Captain,” she answered Payback, “well, Lieutenant in your case.”
“And how long have you been a full bird, ma’am,” Mickey’s eyes were full of curiosity. He thought it was so cool his instructor was the highest officer rank for the Navy and married to the highest officer rank of the Air Force.
“About three years,” her face was full of pride, as was Mav’s. “And to answer your question from earlier; no, I hadn’t joined until after six years of being a civilian practitioner following my residency.” If they were to do the math, it would put Y/n at graduating from both high school, college, and med school one year early.
Oh she was smart smart.
One could guess by the John Hopkins and Duke University class rings on her fingers.
“I gotta ask,” Mickey looked between the two, grin already forming. “Do you ever have rivalry?”
“You mean because of Air Force vs Navy?” Y/n laughed. “Of course we do. Especially during college football season.” Pete laughed with her.
“You’re outnumbered here, darling.”
She playfully scoffed, “It’s only fair since you were back in Lompoc.” Turning to the pilots who were holding back smiles she added, “fifteen years and things don’t seem to change. I hope,” she motions a hand between them, “we can find some civility. All things considered.” Of course it was a joke, the branch rivalry and all that. But Y/n loved a good friendly bicker and the squad seemed to also.
“Just don’t wear your Blues around here,” Javy started, “unless you wanna be called a flight attendant.” The entire room erupted in laughter, Y/n pointing a finger as if to say, ‘Good one.’ She hated how the Air Force Dress Blues looked. It was the running joke between the branches and she couldn’t blame it.
Every time she had to wear them when flying she was stopped by people asking where to find their gate.
Hangman let out a whistle after they all calmed down. “When I woke up this morning I didn’t expect It end with meeting Mrs. Mitchell?” The couple shared a look, a smile on Y/n’s face.
“I prefer Doctor Mitchell.”
Pete went into detail of how the two met—which had Nat snapping her head to Y/n only to receive a wink.
No wonder she mentioned chest injuries as a theme when dealing with pilots.
It was a stellar retelling of how the man decided to defy yet another Admiral resulting in him ejecting from a high speed plane over a mountain range. Y/n had recently commissioned and was sent to Langley Air Force Base in Virginia, but was TDY to Oceana Naval Base for a seminar. Seeing she was the most qualified and only personnel available at the time, she was to conduct Pete’s medical examination.
“So,” she mused at the name on the clipboard, not bothering to pay him a glance as he sat on the bed. “You’re the infamous Pete Mitchell everyone has been buzzing about.” Beelining to the computer, Y/n heard a deep chuckle.
“Guilty.”
The response led to a roll of the eyes, focusing on the screen in front of her, “Are you experiencing any nausea, dizziness, lightness of the head?”
“No.”
“Ringing in the ears, distortion of the eyesight, or pain in any area?”
“No, ma’am.”
The clicking of the mouse rang with each check off the electronic list, “It says you made physical contact with the ground when you landed. Are you feeling any discomfort in your chest or abdomen?”
Pete shook his head despite her not looking at him, “just a little soreness and a bruised ego. But other than that I’m good.” Biting back a grin, Y/n grabbed the stethoscope and began to turn.
“Well we can't be too careful now can we?” Upon settling her gaze on Pete Mitchell, Y/n felt an instant ‘Woah’ to her otherwise relaxed composure. Freezing for a bare second as their eyes locked before remembering where she was, stepping to his side to begin her evaluation.
Only her heart was beating a little faster than the average rate.
The nurse had already taken Pete’s vitals. Blood pressure, temperature, and all that. Now it was time for Y/n to conduct a more thorough scan.
“Deep breath for me, please,” were her instructions, the scope on his back, “And tell me if you feel any pain.”
Pete, hoping the skip in his own heart goes unnoticed by the doctor, does as he’s told. A slight wince causes her brows to raise in concern, “Commander?”
He clears his throat, “Yes, sorry. I feel a little tense.” She steps away from him, asking to point out the area. She places the scope lightly where he locates the discomfort.
“Deep breath, slow this time,” leaning in, Y/n pays close attention to the sound thumping against her ears. “Inhale.” Pete draws in a breath. “And exhale,” he winces again. Removing the stethoscope, the Captain instructed him to lean back until he was laying down.
“Would you mind unzipping your flight suit, Commander Mitchell?” Pete was left in his undershirt, suit unzipped to his hips allowing Y/n to lift the material to assess his chest. She was trying not to look flustered at her obvious attraction to the man. He had to have been nearly ten years older than her, probably in his 40s to her mid thirties.
Still, he was quite the looker. And without a ring on his finger.
The light purplish-yellow swelling on Pete’s torso was an indication he sustained more than just a damaged ego. “By my accounts, Commander, it appears you have acquired at least one if not two bruised ribs,” she lifts his shirt back down, helping him sit up, “I’m impressed you’ve managed to hide the pain you’re experiencing.”
Pete flushed, “I’m used to it. Feels no more than a tickle nowadays.” Y/n snickers, returning to the computer to log the report, “Well you certainly live up to your reputation.”
“I try to,” Pete winked, sending a ripple of warmth through Y/n. Quickly she shook it off to remain professional.
“I’m putting you on bed rest for at least three weeks. Considering this isn’t your first rodeo, I assume you know it takes three to six weeks for bruised ribs to heal completely before going about any physical activities.” Taking a pad to write down his prescription, Y/n continued, “over the counter ibuprofen works fine, but I’m gonna go ahead and prescribe you with Naproxen which is basically Aleve. Cold compress for ten to twenty minutes each day and I would recommend you coming back to the physician on duty for a green light before getting back in the box, Commander.”
Pete makes a face, tilting his head slightly, “You won’t be giving me the green light,” eyes flicker to the ranks on her collar, realizing they were indeed Air Force and not Navy ranks, “Captain?”
His question has her smile, albeit sadly, “Unfortunately I will be back at Langley, Commander. I only assessed you because everyone else on duty was occupied.”
Well that instantly had Mav deflate, stomach sinking at the thought of not being able to see her beautiful face again. Already the pilot was becoming smitten. He wanted to learn more about Y/n, like her career and the things that make her laugh and smile. The type of food she ordered and what she envisioned her life would be like.
“How long are you in town?” He couldn’t help but ask. It made her lips curl up.
“Till Sunday.” It happened to be Wednesday. Allowing the two half of week to allow the sparks starting to form to ignite into fireworks.
One can best believe Mav and Y/n took the opportunity once it was in their grasp. It started with lunch on Thursday to dinner on Friday and a late night drink at the bar on Saturday. By Sunday Y/n left with a light heaviness to her chest that was amended with the fact Pete’s number was in her phone and they had made plans to meet again. Langley and Oceania were not far in distance, so there was hope for the two.
And it was very well received.
The next five years were endless bliss. They had done the distance back and forth for some time and were lucky when they got duty stations near each other, but it wouldn’t be until they married that the Air Force and Navy would station them together or within the same state.
With Y/n as a licensed physician she could be sent to any base, be that Air Force, Navy, or Army. Working through the ranks at an impressive rate. Every base wanted her at their clinic then of course local hospitals were fighting to get her on their board. Then there was Mav as the Navy’s best fighter pilot with a reputation they both loath and admire. Sometimes they were at a base for six months to a year. Other times they didn’t even unpack the boxes.
Let’s just say….Pete lost count of the amount of disapproving looks when he fucked up.
“Seriously, Pete? Again?” Her eyes remained on the paperwork in front of her, arms crossed across her chest while her boyfriend pouted on the opposite side of the table. “We haven’t even been here for a year.”
“I know, but……” he paused, unsure if he would make it worse with his defense. “You did say you hated it here and wish to be reassigned.” He was met with a groan.
“That didn’t mean I gave you the green light to piss off your boss! Again!”
On their five year anniversary, Mav made sure it was one to remember. Following a long day at work all he said to Y/n was to change and met him in the car. Overlooking his typical Levis and white tee, she asked, “Any particular way I should dress?”
“Cute and cozy,” he kissed her cheek, “just like you love.”
Say less. Throwing off her Abu’s Y/n put on a sweater dress since it was chilly and simple shoes. Finishing off the look with one of Pete’s bomber jackets knowing he loved when she wore them. Evident by the smirk on his lips.
Driving down to their fav outdoor bar and grill they ordered appetizers and drinks while enjoying the live music and setting sun. Afterwards he took her to one of their favorite spots in the park. It was filled with lights and fountains, stars twirling from the sky above.
When it came time to present Y/n with the ring, Mav took her hands in his, got down on one knee and relayed a speech straight from his heart that brought tears to both their eyes.
“What do you say, Mrs. Mitchell?” He ended with a cheeky smile, the diamond ring sparkling from within its velvet boxed.
Teary eyed and grinning from ear to ear, Y/n leaned down to kiss him on the lips. “I prefer Doctor Mitchell.”
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Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger
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Chapter 11: Call It What You Want
Two weeks had passed since the incident with the God hunters. After being checked by medical for his "fall," Bradley learned that his nose wasn't broken but severely bruised. He was put on desk duty, but it had finally healed where he could be in his jet again.
In those two weeks, he'd spent every night in your apartment in your bed. His clothes had even found themselves in your drawers, and his toothbrush was next to yours by the sink. His deodorant sat next to yours in the medicine cabinet, and his razor and shaving products were neatly tucked beside your makeup. Bradley had also helped himself to more than a fair amount of your expensive shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, but you didn't care.
You were busy in the kitchen, uniform on, and ready to go when Bradley strolled in wearing a pair of swim trunks and his favorite Hawaiian shirt.
"G'Morning, Angel." He said as he gave you a quick peck before grabbing a coffee mug from your cabinet and pouring himself a cup.
"It's a morning. If it were a good morning, I'd be going to the beach with you, Bob, Phoenix, and Javy. Instead, I'm stuck in a classroom until lunch and have to fly with Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman later today." You sighed.
A new class of Top Gun recruits had just started. It was a smaller class than usual, so the Daggers had been alternating Fridays when it came to teaching. It was great because it made every other weekend a three day weekend. Unfortunately, you and Bradley had been put on opposite schedules.
"Don't worry, Baby. You'll survive, and this afternoon, I'll come pick you up, and we will go get the Bronco and then veg out on the couch." Bradley assured you.
The Bronco had been in the shop getting some necessary maintenance, and Bradley had been your chauffer for the week, insisting on driving even though it was your car.
"Have you thought anymore about what I said? I mean, most of your stuff has migrated here the past two weeks. You've slept here every night, and your lease is coming up next week!" You say. You'd been trying to get Bradley to move in with you. You lived in the same building, and it didn't make sense for him to keep paying for his apartment when yours was bigger and better.
Also, if he moved in, you might finally be able to have sex.
In the two weeks since Bradley had given you the best orgasm of your life, the two of you had gotten more physical. He'd treated you to his hands, and his glorious mouth more times than you could count, and you'd returned the favor, but there was something about going all the way with him that made you apprehensive.
In the back of your mind, you were terrified of losing control and hurting him while you were in the throws of passion. But maybe—maybe the security that him moving in brought would help you overcome that mental obstacle.
Because he made you feel safe
Bradley sighs, "Angel, I love you, but I don't want us to rush into anything. My lease is up in two weeks. I'll really think about it. I promise. Now we'd better get going before you're late." Bradley pecks your lips and snatches the car keys from your hand in one swift motion.
He holds your hand the whole walk down the hallway, and in the elevator, he can't resist pressing you to the wall for some heated kisses.
His hand rests on your thigh as he drives you to base. He slides into your reserved parking spot and gets out before coming to open your door. He gives you a goodbye kiss followed by a playful smack on your ass as you turn away from him.
You spin around to shoot him a look, but you laugh instead. Just before you leave, you blink three times and check his lifetime counter. It's unchanged, like it has been for weeks. You breathe out a sigh of relief before heading inside.
.................
A few hours later, you're almost done with your lecture, and Bradley will be coming to base to bring you lunch after his morning at the beach. You're teaching away with Payback and Fanboy. You're just about to change the slide on your presentation when you feel a twinge of pain in your chest. Your mind snaps to Bradley.
No, he was fine
You'd checked this morning
You dismissed it and keep working.
Maverick is sitting in his office working on some paperwork when his phone rings. He doesn't recognize the number, so he answers quickly. His breath catches in his throat when the person on the other line speaks
Hangman is just dismissing his class for lunch today when Maverick runs up to him in the hallway frantically searching for you. Mav explains everything and sends Jake to your room while he scrambles to get to the hospital.
You have about fifteen minutes left in your lecture, and someone's phone has just vibrated for the third time.
"Who's phone is that?" You practically yell at your students. A junior lieutenant raises their hand and points out that it's yours. You apologize for your outburst and go to silence your device.
The moment you touch it, the pain in your chest comes back, and it rings again. You answer it, stepping out into the hallway.
"Hello?" You say into the phone.
"Hello, is this Commander Y/N Kolasi?" A woman asks you.
"Yes. Who is this?" You question her.
"This is Dr. Maya Tunner from San Diego Medical Center. I have you listed as an emergency contact for Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw." She says. Your heart drops.
"Oh my god." You breath out.
"Miss Kolasi, I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Bradshaw was in a vehicular accident and has been brought in for treatment. He's about to go in for surgery, and we need you down here as soon as possible." Dr. Tunner says before hanging up the phone.
The world feels like it's spinning in slow motion. How could this be? You'd just checked his counter this morning. Your knees buckle. You lean against the wall for support as you try not to cry.
You hear someone calling your name but you can't place it.
"Hades—Hades—look at me." Jake says as he grabs your arms to steady you.
"Jake—it's Bradley—he—he—" you can't speak.
"I know. I know. Mav sent me to get you. He's on his way to the hospital now, I'm going to drive you there. I've got your things from your office, let's go." Jake says as he gently loops an arm around your back to keep you steady as he walks beside you. You're distraught. Your hands were shaking and tears were streaming down your face.
Jake had to buckle you into his car because of how much you were trembling.
"I can't believe this is happening. This wasn't supposed to happen. I checked before he left. He was supposed to be okay!" You mumbled over and over again between sobs as Jake drove you to San Diego Medical Center.
"Hades, everything is going to be fine. Take a few deep breaths." Jake tried to comfort you.
"You don't understand! I checked! I made sure! He was supposed to be fine!" You practically shouted at Jake.
"Checked what? Hades, you aren't making any sense. You're upset. Just relax." Jake said, more confused than anything.
You let our a groan of frustration. You made sure Bradley's lifetime counter was fine. This wasn't supposed to happen. You shouldn't have ignored your feeling. If something terrible happened to Bradley, it would be all your fault!
It would be the second time you hurt someone you loved
Moments later, Jake pulled into the parking lot at the hospital. You bolted from his car towards the entrance. You charged towards the nurses station in the emergency room to find out about Bradley, but Maverick intercepted, catching you by your shoulders and turning you to face him.
"Hades, slow down." Maverick said.
You swallowed thickly as you faced him. New tears lined your lashes as you began to speak
"I don't know how this happened, Mav. I checked to make sure he was going to be okay before he dropped me off. Nothing was wrong. He was safe. It didn't—it didn't change. I wouldn't have let him go if it changed. It's all my fault, Pete. It's all my fault!" You babble out hysterically. Before you started to hyperventilate.
Maverick gave you a confused look. He wasn't sure what you were talking about, but given the state you were in, he wasn't sure if you knew what you were saying either.
Obviously, the news of Bradley being in an accident had you shaken.
"Hades, breathe. I need you to breathe. I can't have you in the ER, too, Kid. C'mon, take a few deep breaths with me." Maverick said as he did a few deep breathing exercises with you.
Once you had your breath semi-regulated, you and Maverick sat down in some chairs at a far corner of the waiting room.
"I spoke to the doctors, nurses, and police and found out what happened. A box truck ran a red light and slamed into the driver's side of your car. It was your car that he was driving? Right? Because I remember the Bronco being in the shop." Maverick began. You nod your head.
"Okay, so the truck hit the driver's side door, and the car behind Bradley tried to stop, but they ended up rear-ending him. The paramedics said it could have been a lot worse. But, they did some x-rays and a CT scan. He's got a concussion, some bruised ribs, and a broken clavicle. He's in surgery right now to repair it. They'll probably have to put a steel rod in, depending on the damage, but he'll be okay. It will take him a few months to heal up, but Bradley will be able to fly again once he's recovered." Maverick told you.
Your heart hurts. This explains why his lifetime counter didn't change. The accident didn't put him in a near death situation, but you still feel like all of this is your fault. Your a Goddess for crying out loud, you should have been able to predict this.
Bradley was the one thing you had in life that you truly cared about. If you couldn't keep him safe, what purpose did you serve?
None, you were usless
You spend what feels like forever in the waiting room before a nurse finally takes you and Maverick back to Bradley's hospital room. You get a hold of Amelia to make sure Cerberus and Hyrda get a walk in. Penny calls you to tell you that she's going to bring them to her house tonight to look after them because she figures you'll want to stay with Bradley overnight.
You thank her and ask her to pack you a few things to bring to the hospital, and she is more than happy to oblige.
Soon, Bradley is being wheeled into the room. He's still a little groggy from the surgery, but a dopey grin appears on his face when he sees you. His left arm is in a sling, but he reaches out his right one and makes a grabby hand towards you.
"Angel!" He slurs, beckoning you to him.
"Hi, Bradley. Hi, Love." You greet him in a weepy voice as you go to his side. Mav comes to stand beside you.
"You gave us quite a scar there, Kid." Maverick remarks.
"Sorry, didn't mean to." Bradley laughs.
"I know you didn't. I'm just glad you're okay. The doctor says they want to keep you here for a day or two, just to make sure you're healing well. Hades has already volunteered to stay with you, which figured as much." Maverick chuckles.
"What about Hyrda and Cerberus?" Bradley asks. Even after a serious car and a morphine induced high, he's worried about the well-being of your pets.
"Penny and Amelia are going to look after them. Don't worry." You assure him.
Maverick gives Bradley a hug before going downstairs to meet Penny to get your bag from her.
"Angel, M'sorry about your car. It's all smashed up now." Bradley apologizes to you. If he didn't have a concussion, you would have slapped him on the head.
"Love, I don't care about the car. I can get a new one. It can be replaced. But you, there's not another one of you in the world. I'll never be able to replace you, Bradley. All that matters is that you are okay. I love you."
Bradley nodded and cupped your face with his free hand. You pushed some of his curls off of his forehead and placed a tender kiss on it.
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Bradley spent two days in the hospital and was eager to get out. Maverick had retrieved the Bronco, and you'd called up an old car sales associate friend of yours. It cost you more money than most could fathom, but you were able to get an almost identical replacement of your Range Rover, right down to the paint job.
But the cost didn't matter. Being on Earth for a thousand years, you'd made good investments. You had more money than you could every spend in an eternity.
Bradley couldn't believe it when he was wheeled out of the hospital and saw your car waiting for him. He wanted to question you but thought better of it.
His injury helped you with the move in debate, though.
You told him it would be better for his recovery. You could take care of him. After all, he was on bed rest with strict orders for no strenuous activity for twelve weeks.
Bradley hated the idea of being down so long. He also hated the fact that it would be even longer before he could sleep with you. Sex wasn't the most important thing to him in a relationship, but if he kept this streak up, it was never going to happen.
He silently hoped that he would heal faster because he doesn't know if he can make it til March to have you.
You were excited that Bradley was moving in with you. To have a two bedroom apartment, he hardly had anything. It took you, Maverick, and the rest of the Daggers less than a day to pack up, move, and unpack all of his belongings. Granted, he was just moving from his floor to yours, but it still seemed like it went by fairly easy.
Bradley disliked the fact that you wouldn't let him help. He hated feeling useless. You did your best to help him through everything, but he was a stubborn man. He was so used to being on his own that it was hard for him to rely on someone else.
Just like you
But, both of you pushed through and found a good rhythm with each other. It also didn't hurt that your favorite way to get Bradley's mind off things was to give him a sloppy blow job. He wasn't a fan of not being able to return the favor, but you worked through that, too.
It took a little getting used to, but while he couldn't do much in the way of touching you, Bradley loved watching you touch yourself, so, when he was feeling down, you put on a show for him before treating him with your mouth.
..............
Finally, Bradley was able to go back to work. He still had to keep his arm in a sling, and he couldn't do much more than file some papers and proved support in the classroom, but it felt good for him to be on base after three months away. He was going stir crazy in the apartment.
Bradley was also attending physical therapy and getting stronger every day. He was counting down the days he was cleared for physical activity again. As soon as he was, he was clearing both of your schedules and not letting you leave your bed for a week.
He was going to have you in every filthy way he'd imagined and even some that he hadn't thought of yet.
He couldn't wait for the chance to strip you down and enjoy every inch of your body. He longed for the day that he could have you fully bare before him, and he could inspect every single one of the tattoos on your thigh and appreciate every detail, because now that he thinks about it, Bradley isn't sure if he's seen you totally naked. He's seen almost every piece of lingerie you own, but your full birthday suit was still a bit of a mystery to him.
He knows that you have something tattooed on your hip bone, but he's never seen all of it. Soon, he hoped, soon.
Bradley was shaken from his thoughts of your naked body when your fully clothed one appeared in front of him.
You were wearing your flight suit, getting ready for a training exercise with your class of recruits.
"Hello, Love." You greeted him warmly as he stood up from his desk to kiss you.
"I was hoping you'd come watch me fly, maybe listen in on the tower?" You asked as you batted your eyes in a way that you knew Bradley would find irresistible.
"Angel, I have so much work to get done before my PT today." Bradley told you.
"Please. I miss seeing you. I miss flying with you." You whined, hoping you change his mind. You looked up at Bradley with big doe eyes and bit your lip.
He sighed and shook his head. "Fine, you win."
"Yay! See you soon!" You cheered as you pranced out of his office. Bradley chuckled as he watched you walk away. You really did have him wrapped around your finger. And then, for a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind again. He thought back to his recent search history, and the important thing his mother had given him that was tucked away in a safety deposit box at the bank and how you always wore silver jewelry.
But then he told himself that it was too soon. You'd known each other for less than a year. You'd never even talked about what he was thinking about. Was it something you wanted? Because he didn't realize it was something he wanted until he met you.
Bradley doesn't allow himself to think too long about it, or else he'll start spiraling down the rabbit hole like he did a few nights ago.
Instead, he grabs his phone and water bottle a heads up to the tower to listen in on the training exercise.
He takes a seat beside Maverick who gives him a genuine smile.
You and Hangman have your classes set up in teams, working together to try and take the other down.
You and one of your students, Don, Bradley thinks is his call sign, are working against Jake and his student Gunner.
Bradley hears you and Don working together, trying to trap Jake and his wingman. He had to give it to the kid. He was good, not as good as you and Bradley together, but good nonetheless.
Eventually, the two of you end up taking down Hangman and his wingman, and Bradley doesn't hold back his cheers. Jake may be his friend, but nothing makes him happier than seeing his girl succeed.
Bradley and Maverick come out of the tower and make their way down to the tarmac. Jake is walking with his tail tucked in between his legs, mumbling about how he's losing his edge.
A few of the students pass Bradley, and he is waiting for you. He catches sight of you, chatting with one of the recruits. Bradley assumes that it's Don, who you were just flying with.
You've got your helmet off and have a big smile on your face as you speak. Bradley can't quite put his finger on it, but something doesn't sit right with him about your student.
He's tall, at least as tall as Bradley, and maybe a little bit broader in the shoulders. He's walking close to you, closer than he should be, and when he takes off his helmet, that's when Bradley sees it. The million dollar, panty dropping grin that he's seen Jake use more than once at the Hard Deck.
You're absolutely oblivious to it, but Bradley doesn't like it. An unfamiliar feeling creeps up inside him the closer the two of you get. Bradley can make out his features now. Don has dark hair and olive skin. He has a chiseled jaw line and piercing eyes.
You through your head back laughing at something he says be for shoving his arm. The sinking feeling in Bradley's gut flares up again as Don pushes you back. His hand a little lower on your arm than necessary to be considered friendly.
The two of you finally make your way up to Bradley.
"Lieutenant Holden, this is my wingman, Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw, call sign, Rooster." You smile as you introduce Bradley.
"Pleasure to meet you, sir, Lieutenant Jackson Holden. Call sign Adonis, but most people call me Don." The younger man induces himself with a wink.
"Nice to meet you." Bradley says politely.
Adonis, what a fucking douche bag call sign. It might be worse than Hamgman. This kid definitely reminds Bradley of a younger version of Jake. Now he's even more mad that he can't fly, because he'd love to knock him down a few pegs.
"That was some pretty good flying you did up there." Bradley says.
"Thank you, sir, but I can't take credit for it, Hades is a great teacher." Adonis says as he smiles at you again. You blush. "I've learned a lot from her so far, and some there are plenty of other things that she could teach me." He says slyly.
Bradley tries to remain composed, but this kid is really pushing his luck. "Well—" you begin, "Why don't we hit the locker rooms and meet up at the Hard Deck in an hour? Drinks are on me for winning today!" You announce.
The rest of your students cheer and peel off, Adonis lingers for a moment longer before leaving. Bradley immediately takes your hand in his and kisses you.
"So proud of you, Baby, but do you have to go out tonight?" He asks.
"C'mon, Bradley. It will be fun. Trust me." You say. And he did trust you, it was others that he didn't.
...............
The Hard Deck was filled with life when you and Bradley arrived. It took the two of you a little longer to get there because you had to help him get dressed and make sure his sling was secure. He couldn't wait to get it off next week.
Phoenix shoved each of you a beer the moment she saw you and brought the two of you over to the corner the Daggers had taken up residence at.
Bradley sat on a stool and sulked. The Hard Deck wasn't as fun for him right now. He couldn't play pool or play the piano. All he could do was sit and drink.
About twenty minutes after the two of you arrived, your students showed up. Adnois was the first to greet you. He had bought you a drink and handed it to you before giving you an overly friendly hug.
The kid was wearing a tight black v-neck shirt with a silver chain peaking out. Bradley felt that familiar pang of —not jealousy— Bradley didn't jealous—shoot through him as he watched the younger man's muscles ripple under his shirt.
Bradley couldn't help but feel bad. Every since he's been injured, his once toned body with chisled muscles had become—softer. He was still fit, but not liked he'd once been.
He took another sip of his beer and watched you chart with your students, Adonis still glued to your side. He was trying his best to flirt with you, but you were oblivious to it.
Thankfully, Phoenix came and grabbed you to be her partner for a pool game against Bob and Coyote.
Bradley cheered you on from the sideline as a few others—including Adonis, watched on.
You bent over to take a shot, and Bradley didn't miss the way the younger man's eyes raked over your form. How could he not?
You were dressed in a crimson top with off the shoulder straps. A tight pair of high-waisted black shorts over your ass. The way you bent over the pool table let Bradley know that you definitely weren't wearing underwear.
He noticed a few of your students wag an eyebrow at each other. Bradley was doing his best to keep his cool. You were their instructor. They should be more respectful towards you, not looking at you like you were a piece of meat.
He downed the rest of his beer and stood up. He was just about to give all of them, Adonis included, a piece of his mind, but Jake was pulling him to the side to ask him a question.
You'd finished your pool game at about the same time, and Adonis was quickly leaving his table with his friends to come and take up more of your time. You were sitting at on a bar stool, and he'd brought you another drink and was invading your space under the guise that the bar was busy.
You were about to look for Bradley when Adonis placed a hand on your knee to keep your attention.
You immediately pushed his hand away and were about to say something when Bradley appeared at your side with a fresh drink. He pushed his way between the two of you before curling his good hand at the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a hot kiss.
"Sorry, Angel, you just looked so pretty sitting over here, I couldn't help myself," Bradley said as you pulled apart.
Bradley turned back towards Adonis. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there, Donnyboy." Bradley smirked as he curled you against his side.
"No problem, l, sir—I wasn't aware that you two were a couple." He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"We don't really advertise it. People like to make assumptions, but we've been seeing each other for about six months." You tell him.
"Well—um— I think I hear Gunner calling for me. Have a good night, Commander, Lieutenant Commander." Adonis says before shuffling away.
"Bradley!" You exclaim as you push his good shoulder.
"What?" He looks at you innocently.
"You know exactly what." You shoot back. Bradley laughs and rolls his eyes at you. "I just didn't want that kid to get any ideas."
You gap at your boyfriend. You don't know if it's funny or sexy that he was jealous of one of your students. You take a look at his slightly flushed faced and puffed out chest and decide that it's sexy—definitely sexy. That's the only logical explanation as to why you're clenching your thighs together right now.
You grab Bradley's hand and pull him off his seat. You weave through the crowd and settle your tab with Penny before leading him outside. You're parked in a dark corner, and once you get to you car, you press Bradley against it for a heated kiss, which he happily returns.
"So you're not mad at me?" Bradley asks as you separate for air.
"Oh, on the contrary, Lieutenant Commander. I thought it was extremely hot that you were jealous. Never thought I'd see a little green-eyed Rooster appear on your shoulder." You quip.
"I wasn't jealous—I just needed Donnyboy to know that you were off limits." Bradley defends himself.
"I'm his instructor and commanding officer, I think he knows I'm off limits." You say.
"You're my commanding officer, too. Didn't stop me." Bradley counters. You huff out a laugh.
"Touché. But he's a twenty-something kid who has probably never made a girl cum in a his life. You're a grown man and the first person who hasn't let me down in a thousand years. There's no contest, Love." You tell him as your lips slowly dance across the scars on his neck and up to his chin. "You can admit that you were jealous, Bradley. I think it's hot."
"Maybe I was a little jealous, I didn't like the way he was looking at you. At least the kid has good taste, but he can be hot for teacher for someone else because I don't plan on sharing." Bradley practically growls as his lips find yours again.
You rub your hand over the fly of his jeans, and you can feel how hard he is for you. "Let's go home, Love. I plan on giving you the sloppiest of sloppy head so I can show you just how sexy I think you are." You whisper in Bradley's ear. He doesn't have to be told twice. He's yanking your door open before climbing in the passenger seat, ready to go.
Bradley is thoroughly keyed up by the time the two of you get home. He's practically dragging you to the bedroom, and slamming the door behind the two of you once you're inside.
You're moving painfully slow as you undress him, drawing out the process. Bradley is shifting impatiently from foot to foot. He's desperate to have your warm, wet mouth around his aching cock.
You've gotten him out of his shirt and shoes. Your hand moves to the button of his jeans. You grab his zipper and drag it down slowly. A whine, an honest to gods whine, left Bradley's lips as you did so.
"Someone's impatient." You smirked up at him as you slipped your hand into his boxers and grasped his length.
He was hot and heavy in your hand, his tip, leaking precum as you stroked him.
"Angel." Bradley groaned. You looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes before dropping to your knees and pulling his pants and underwear down in one swoop.
Bradley's cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. Now that you were eye level with it, you could see just how needy he was for you.
The ridged veins were prominent as all seven and a half inches of him stood at attention. His tip was flushed, an angry red with a pearl of precum beaded on the end.
Your tongue darted out of your mouth and wet your lips before it swiped along his slit. Bradley's knees buckled at the sensation.
You chuckle as you spit in your hand and wrapped it around him, pumping his cock, making him even harder.
"Baby—please—don't tease me." Bradley breathed out.
"Me? Tease you? Never." You winked at him as you stood up. "Go get on the bed, Love." You instructed him.
Bradley clambered up the bed and propped himself up on the pillows. You climbed on the edge and crawled towards him. The way you were leaning gave him a perfect view of your cleavage. You wasted no time running your tongue along the vein that ran the length of his cock, before spitting on the tip and letting it run down. You took him fully down your throat without warning, causing Bradley to buck his hips into your mouth.
You gagged and constricted your throat around him as you bobbed on his member before swallowing around him.
God, Bradley loved how your mouth felt on him. You knew exactly what to do to get him hurdling towards the edge.
He watched his length disappear into your mouth over and over again. He was enamored by the way he could see the outline of his cock in your cheek as you took him.
Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth and dripped down on him. He had to give it to you. You made good on your promise to give him sloppy head, but every now and then, he would catch sight of the perfect way your top pushed your breast together.
The red fabric barely keeping them contained. If you worked him any harder, he was sure they would spill out.
Bradley uncurled his good hand from the sheets and threaded his fingers through your hair.
He pulled you off of him with a pop. You rested your chin on his thigh and covered the underside of his length with barely there kisses, you looked up at him and smiled before sitting up on your knees and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
When you sat up, his suspension that you weren't wearing a bra was confirmed because he could see the stiff peaks of your nipples straining against the fabric of your shirt.
"See something you like?" You asked him as he continued to marvel at you.
"Have I ever told you that you have the most gorgeous tits?" He blurts out. "A time of two." You smirk at him.
"Well, I'm telling you again. They are absolutely fucking beautiful shit—I wish I could—fuck—" He trails off.
"You wish you could what, Lieutenant Commander?" You probe him, knowing that using his rank will get him going.
"I want to fuck your titties." Bradley practically growls.
You let out a breathy laugh. "Okay."
"Okay?" Bradley questions you. You don't answer him.
Instead, you make a show of reaching behind your back and pulling down the zipper of your top. You slide it down your arms and toss it to the side. You step off the bed to grab the bottle of lube you keep in your nightstand before returning to Bradley.
You open the cap and seductively drizzle some of the cool liquid over both of your breasts. You close the bottle and toss it to the side before taking both hands and palming the soft tissue.
Bradley groans as you tease your nippes and trace your hands along the Greek letters you have tattooed under your breast.
Once they are sticky and shiny, you push them together before sliding them over Bradley's dick.
He arches his back so hard that he nearly comes off the bed.
You repeat the motion over and over, rolling, pulling, and squeezing your breasts around his cock.
A string of filthy moans and praises leave Bradley's lips as he thrusts his hip upwards to meet your movements.
He can feel the telltale sensation in his lower belly that he's about to cum. He grunts put a warning, "Fuck, Angel, I'm close."
"Come for me, Love, get me all messy!" You encourage him as you continue to work him over.
You pump him once, twice, three times before a deep groan reverberates from Bradley's chest and hot cum sputters from his tip, coating your breast and face in thick, white ropes.
You lick what you can from your face, and Bradley praises you for being suck a good filthy girl for him.
You quickly rinse off in the shower before helping him take one.
Once you're both clean, you snuggle up in bed together. You're content as you lay there with your head on Bradley's chest, drawing lazy shapes on his skin.
"Angel, can I ask you something?" Bradley breaks the silence.
"Hmm?" You hum back.
"Do you ever think about getting married?" Bradley feels you tense up in his arms.
You slip out of his grasp and sit up beside him.
"Married in general or married to you?" You ask him.
"Us getting married. I know we've only been together six months, but I've been thinking about it a lot." Bradley confesses.
"I've thought about it too. You, me, us in a house on the beach with a few kids running around. It's a beautiful thought. But—it's a pipe dream." You tell him. Bradley visibly deflates.
"What do you mean?" He's confused.
"Gods can't marry mortals. They can love them, have children with them, but not marry them." You say.
"Wh—why not? I don't understand." Bradley tells you.
"Marriage binds your souls together for eternity. That's how couples find each other in the Underworld. It's where the whole concept of soulmates comes from. Gods have immortal souls, and an immortal soul can't be bound to a mortal soul. We have different definitions for eternity. I'd marry you in a heartbeat if I could, Bradley." You admit with a tear in your eye.
"But—what about Hercules? He was a God and married a mortal." Bradley says.
"My nephew was a Demi-God. The best of both worlds. When Demi-Gods turn twenty-one, they can decide if they want to become immortal or human. He chose to be human for love." You explain to him.
You can see the hurt on Bradley's face.
"Bradley, Love, I may not be able to marry you, but I will love you for as long as you'll let me. We can live together, I can give you children if you want, I can manipulate my age so we can grow old together. And when we are old and grey, and you take your last breath, I can—well—I can make sure it's my last one, too. I can live a life with. I just can't be your wife." You let out a long sigh and search Bradley's eyes.
You can tell he is disappointed, but at the same time, you see the love he has for you. It hurts him that he can't make you his wife, but it doesn't mean he loves you any less.
"When it comes down to it, marriage is just a piece of paper, isn't it? As long as we love each other, the label doesn't matter. We can call it what we want." Bradley smiles as he pulls you closer to him.
You can feel the warm and love radiating off of him. It may not be perfect, but you wish you could stay in this moment with Bradley.
Because for the first time in your life, in this here and now with Bradley, you're enough.
It feels good to be enough
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