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Stubborn Hearts |3

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters… this is 3 of ??

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 6578 (OOPS)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Illusions to Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, …Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys for all support and bouncing ideas!!

Ch 1 Ch 2

Taglist: @gracespicybradshaw @memoriesat30, @khaylin27, @snekssss,

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You spent the next day helping your aunt by running errands so she could stay home with your uncle. You could tell he was getting weaker and more tired by the day. It broke your heart seeing him that way.

Determined to take some of the burden off your aunt though, you’d offered to go get the groceries and pick up new meds, the doctor had ordered for your uncle to keep him comfortable.

You were in the produce aisle of the store when your phone dinged with an incoming message. You pulled the cart to the side, out of the way of other shoppers and checked your phone.

Shay: Still on for the Hard Deck tonight?

Deciding it would just be easier to talk to her, you called her so you could continue shopping.

“Hey!” She answered, picking up on the second ring.

“Hi!” You replied, “I’m grocery shopping for Aunt Sarah so decided it was just easier to call. Are you busy?”

“Nope!” She replied, “I’m on my lunch break. I actually brought lunch to Aunt Penny. We’re just soaking up some sunshine and eating outside of the bar.”

“Sounds great!” You said, “To answer your question, yes, I’m still planning on coming tonight, but the original terms and conditions still apply.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, laughing, “Also, Aunt Pen said she wants to hear all about your chat with your dad. I’ll just put you on speaker.”

“Hey, Kiddo!” Penny greeted you. “Spill the tea!”

“You’ve been listening to Amelia too much” You laughed, “It went really well… better than I obviously thought it would. We hashed a lot out and I realized it was mostly lack of communication, stubbornness, and neither of us knowing how to navigate any of it. I think we both realize neither of us are mind readers and being hard headed doesn’t get us anywhere.”

“Anyone could have told you both that.” Penny laughed, “I’m glad you both finally came around. I know you didn’t believe me before but your dad really did miss the hell out of you.”

“I missed him too. Honestly, I didn’t realize how much until I saw him and it all hit me in the gut.” You admitted. “He’s coming over after work to see Uncle Tommy and have dinner, so it’ll be a little later when I get there tonight.”

“That’s fine.” Shay said, “Time with your family right now is more important.”

“I’ll definitely be there after dinner though.” You assured her. “I’m gonna finish up here so I can get Uncle Tommy’s meds and get them back to him.”

“Give them both my love.” Penny said, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Call me when you’re on your way so I can be on the lookout and start my duties as your bodyguard!” Shay said, only half teasing.

“I will” You replied, laughing, “See you both later!”

You quickly grabbed the rest of the food on the shopping list, adding a few extra treats you knew your cousins liked, before heading to the checkout. It wasn’t long before you had everything loaded in the Jeep and was on your way to the pharmacy, the final stop before heading back home.

After arriving home, you carried all the groceries in, putting them away while your aunt took the meds to your uncle. She came back down as you were putting away the last of the groceries.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” She said hugging you, “He gets so tired so quickly, I hate leaving him now.”

“Of course, Aunt Sarah” You replied, “I’m happy to help in any way that I can. I wish there was more that I could do.”

“You being here does more than you know.” She assured you. “You were essentially our first child, Sweetheart. Before the kids were born, we lived for those stretches of time you’d come to stay with us. Tom loved having his little shadow follow him around when you were little. He loved taking you to the base and showing you the planes. Everyone called you Ice Nugget or Little Ice until you were about 10 I think. Do you remember that?I think when your dad came back from deployments he was always a little jealous of just how close you and Tom were. Tom would mope for weeks after you’d leave.”

“I do remember.” You said, wiping tears that had started to fall. “I used to mope around the house in Virginia after having to go back too. Bradley would do his best to cheer me up. Carol used to have to sooth dad’s ruffled feathers, assuring him I did in fact still love him too, but it was the stability I was craving and mourning when we’d get back.”

“I know it wasn’t easy getting bounced back and forth all the time but never think you weren’t wanted and loved by all of us, Sweetheart.” She said, reaching over the brush the stray piece of hair that had fallen in your face. “You had a whole village that loved you and helped to raise you.”

“I never doubted you and Uncle Tommy loving and wanting me, or Carol for that matter.” You assured her, “I knew my dad loved me but it really did feel like he didn’t want me. I know now that that wasn’t the case.”

“I would have told you how much your dad wanted you, sweet girl” She said, smiling, “His way of showing his love and his need to care for you was making sure you were with people who loved you as much as him when he couldn’t be there.”

“I’m glad he’s coming to dinner tonight. He needs time with Uncle Tommy.” You said, “I promised Shay I’d meet her at the Hard Deck tonight after dinner though. If she doesn’t live up to her promise of protecting me from Bradley she has to buy me copious amounts of alcohol. I’m not sure what state I’ll be home in.”

“Maybe Brad will have had an epiphany and realize he’s an idiot for pushing you away. That way you two can talk things out and your liver won’t suffer.” She offered. “If not though, call us, your dad or an uber to bring you home.”

“I doubt he will have been enlightened in the 48 hours since I’ve seen him, so I promise to call for a designated driver in the event that I need one.” You said. “I’m going to go shower and figure out what to wear in the meantime. I might even do my hair and make up. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet another hot aviator tonight and forget all about Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Or… you get all dolled up and show him what he’s missing.” She countered, “Make him jealous. Worked like a charm on your uncle when he was too stubborn to act on his feelings with me.”

“That only worked because Uncle Tommy was madly in love with you, Aunt Sarah.” You reasoned, “Brad would have to first be in love with me, and he doesn’t even like me.”

“I wouldn’t bet money on that, my sweet, clueless niece.” She teased, “I would bet money on him having feelings though.”

“Why does it feel like everyone has a magic 8 ball or sees something that I’m clearly missing?” You ask, shaking your head, “I swear you’re all drinking the wacky juice and are seeing things that aren’t there.”

Your aunt just laughs, tells you you’ll see it one day as she starts pulling things out to get dinner going.

You head upstairs to your room. You pull your hair into a messy top knot to keep it from getting wet, then jump in the shower. Deciding what to wear takes a lot longer than you’d anticipated. By the time you made a decision it looked like a tsunami of clothes had hit your room. You’d have to clean it all up tomorrow for sure. You shoved all the clothes into a pile to sort then. In the end you settled on a simple white gauzy sundress that came to just above your knees. It had spaghetti straps that tied at your shoulders, leaving you back bare. You planned on wearing your crop denim jacket with the dress, knowing it would get cooler when the sun went down.

With your outfit finally chosen, you left the dress hanging up on your closet door and tackled your hair. You carefully pulled it down from the top knot and combed it out. It fell in natural waves to the middle of your back. You decided to go with the waves instead of fighting to tame them. Adding a little product to help define the waves, you scrunch your hair until it was styled the way you wanted it. Finally satisfied, you washed the product off your hands and decided to do light makeup. You hated the way a full makeup look felt on your face so you often just tended to do the bare minimum. You did however, make sure to add mascara and eyeliner so your eyes pop and lip gloss that you’d have to re-apply before you go to the bar later. All that was left was to get dressed and you decided you’d do that after dinner. You pulled on cut off jean shorts and an old Navy t shirt ended up with from somewhere and headed downstairs.

“Well you look…. Cute” Your Aunt said when you’d entered the kitchen. “Not the outfit I thought you’d go with… but the hair and makeup look good.”

“This isn’t what I’m wearing” You laughed, “I chose a sundress but decided to be comfy until after dinner.”

“Fair enough.” She said, “Go keep your uncle company and play scrabble with him while I finish getting this all ready.”

“Ok!” You agreed, “Let me know if you want me to help with any of the dinner prep.”

“I’ve got it covered, and the kids will be back soon to help too.” She assured, shooing you out of the kitchen.

You grabbed a couple of bottles of water and headed into the living room where you Uncle sat, staring out the window that faced a huge backyard.

“Hey, Uncle Icey” You said, using your old nickname for him and sitting down next to him, “Wanna play scrabble?”

He looked over and smiled widely at the name. Nodding his head and sitting up straighter.

“Ok! I’ll grab a TV tray stand so we can set it up closer to us.” You said, “That way you’re still comfortable.”

You set up the board and the two of you started to play, quickly losing track of time. In the end, your uncle still managed to beat you with some crazy 30 point word you weren’t fully convinced actually was a word.

“I’ll take your word for it, but I think you cheated.” You grumped at him playfully, cleaning up the game while he sat back against the couch and beamed while watching you.

“Still giving her a run for her money, huh Ice?” Your dad’s voice sounded from across the room.

You looked up and smiled at him, motioning him into the room. “Always, but he cheats!” you exclaimed. “Did today go any better?”

“Yes and No.” Mav answered, coming around the couch to where you stood with your uncle.

“It’ll get better, Dad” You assured him, “Give them time to get all the cockiness outta their system, then they’ll listen.”

Your uncle quietly chuckled from his position on the couch. You beamed at him and winked.

“It worked for the poor instructor that had you and Uncle Icey at Top Gun!” You laughed, “I’m going to go change and see if Aunt Sarah needs help.” You hugged both your uncle and dad before heading out of the room to let them talk.

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Up in your room, you changed into the dress you’d chosen for the night, slipping on some strappy tan sandals to go with it. You’d thought about wearing your converse sneakers but decided you’d go the more dressy route. You picked out some simple gold hoop earrings and your favorite pendant necklace to finish out the look. The necklace had been a gift from Bradley the last birthday he celebrated with you before life had imploded. It was a small gold sunburst with an opal stone in the middle on a dainty gold chain. There’d been a time when you’d never taken the necklace off. It had meant the world to you that he’d picked out such a beautiful and meaningful gift. You wore it for a while after he’d left but eventually it just became a painful reminder of what you’d lost. Wearing it again felt good. You decided that no matter what happened with him at this point, you’d continue to wear the necklace… if nothing else, as a reminder of happier times.

Ensemble complete, you gave yourself a final onceover in the mirror, satisfied with the overall look and headed downstairs for dinner.

“Now that's what I meant by dressing for the part.” Your aunt said, catching sight of you when you entered the kitchen. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

“Wow, Y/N!” Your cousin said, looking up from where she was getting plates out. “You look so pretty!”

“They’re right, Firecracker.” Mav said coming into the kitchen. “Absolutely beautiful. You look so much like your mom.”

“Thank you.” You said, twirling and laughing, “It’s fun to dress up once in a while.”

“That’ll definitely capture Brad’s attention.” Your aunt teased, “Make him regret being an ass at the last encounter.”

“I don’t know that Rooster deserves my girl’s attention.” Mav said, in full on dad mode. “I don’t know that he’s good enough for you, Firecracker.”

“Dad, you’ve always said that nobody is good enough for me.” You reasoned, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter though because he isn’t interested in me. He doesn’t even like me or want to be in the same room. I am dressed up for myself.”

“Regardless, if he hurts my kid, he’ll be doing far more than the 200 pushups he’s been doing.” Your dad remarked.

“DAD!” You exclaimed, “Why are you making him do 200 pushups?”

“The squad made a bet, whoever gets shot down in training does 200 push ups.” he explained, “They were cocky, thinking they’d best me and before you get mad, they came up with the terms.”

“Idiots.” You sighed, “Navy aviators are all idiots.”

“If it makes you feel better, Rooster almost had me.” He said, “He hesitated though. That worries me. He also got in his head and ended up leading us below the hard deck.”

“He feels he has a lot to prove.” Sarah guessed, “It’s messing with his head.”

“That is dangerous up there and in missions.” Mav stated.

“Just… don’t rule him out yet, Dad.” You pleaded, “Give him the chance to prove himself.”

Dinner went well. It was nice to all be together. For a little while you could almost pretend that nothing was wrong. That your uncle wasn’t reaching the end of his life rapidly. Your dad wasn’t training the only guy you’ve ever loved to fly a mission that could get him killed. It was just… a normal family dinner. Well as normal as could be with your less than conventional family.

After dinner your aunt shooed you out of the house, insisting you go have fun. Mav offered to stay behind and help with cleanup and visit some more until your uncle was too worn out.

“Have fun, Firecracker.” Your dad said as you gathered your stuff to leave. “Give him hell. If you need a ride home, just call me and I’ll come get you.”

“Thanks, Dad” You replied, hugging him tightly, “I’m really happy to have you again.”

“You never lost me.” He reminded you. “Never will.”

With a final wave to your family, you headed to the Hard Deck. As promised earlier, you’d texted Shay to let her know you were on your way. She promised to be waiting when you got there.

You spent the drive over giving yourself a pep talk and deep breathing to calm your nerves. Worse case scenario, you could always leave if it was too bad. You knew Shay would forgive you. You also had Penny who would have your back if needed. It would be ok… you hoped.

Pulling into the lot, you found a spot open and parked the Jeep. You glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure your eye makeup and hair still looked good, then with one final deep breath you got out and headed into the bar. There were already a lot of people in the bar, but you spotted Shay immediately as she was already heading your way.

“Hey! You made it!” She exclaimed happily, “And you look fucking hot! Let’s grab drinks and claim a table tonight!”

“Thanks! You’re going to give a certain Aviator heart failure tonight yourself!” You replied, “Drinks sound amazing… I think I need liquid courage to be your wing woman tonight.”

You followed Shay as she weaved through the people and made her way to the bar. You kept your eyes straight ahead, refusing to scan the bar looking for anyone in particular.

“Well, hello again beautiful ladies.” You heard the familiar Texan drawl saw as you reached the bar. “It must be my lucky night.”

You could see Shay blush at his words, as she slid up to the bar next to him. You opted to stand on her other side, so she was sandwiched between you and Hangman.

“Play your cards right, Hangman and it may just be your lucky night.” You teased, nudging Shay. “You’ll have to up your game though to be worthy of my friend, Shay here.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” He winked at you before leveling Shay with a downright smoldering look and megawatt smile. “You two feel like joining my friends and me tonight? Get to know one another better?”

Shay gave you a look, letting you know it was totally up to you and she’d go with whatever made you most comfortable.

“That’s up to Y/N, Hangman.” She said, even though the purpose of the night was to help her get to know and possibly score a date with him. “Before any decisions are made though, we need drinks.”

“I can take care of that. And, please, call me Jake.” He said, turning to get Penny’s attention. “Penny, my dear, these ladies are drinking on my tab tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You said quickly, “I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary.”

“My momma raised me to be a gentleman, Y/N.” He informed you with a playful sincerity, “Also, Penny is kinda intimidating too.”

You and Shay laughed at that, happily accepting the drinks.

“Alright, but next time I’ll return the favor.” You declared. “I doubt your mom would be mad if you let a friend buy you drinks.”

“Fair enough.” He agreed. Penny brought the drinks over to you and Shay. You’d both opted for cocktails this time. Both needing something stronger to calm the nerves.

“Before it gets too busy in here, how did it go at dinner tonight? Did Mav say if he was coming in?” Penny asked.

“It went well. I think Dad and Uncle Tom had a good visit. He didn’t sound like he was coming in but he wouldn’t take much convincing if you wanted to see him.” You teased, “And he said to call him if I needed a ride home.”

“You missed it the other night before you got here…” Shay said, her aunt’s comment triggering the memory, “Your dad got the bell rung on him! Then his card got declined so the second bell meant he was tossed overboard!”

“Shut up! No way!” You laughed, “Penny! You’re a legend! Who got to do the honors?”

“That would be Payback, Coyote, and Hangman here.” Penny supplied, laughing at the shocked look on Jake’s face.

“Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is your dad?” He asked, recovering from the shock.

“Y/N Mitchell” you introduced yourself formally. “In all fairness, until just recently, we had a…complicated relationship. And, knowing Penny, he probably fully deserved to be tossed overboard.”

“It made for a little bit of an awkward first day of training.” Jake laughed, “Payback and Coyote are going to die when I tell them this.”

“Tell us what?” The aforementioned pilots asked, joining your little group at the bar.

“We tossed her dad overboard the other day, boys.” Jake said, “This is Y/N Mitchell. And this beautiful lady, is Shay Benjamin. I’m trying to convince them to join our group tonight.”

“No way!” Payback exclaimed, tipping his head back, roaring with laughter. Coyote joined in, shaking his head, “That’s too much.”

“Rules are rules.” Shay said smiling before taking a sip of her drink and looking over at Jake.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, “Like I told Jake, he probably had it coming so no worries.”

“Well the two of you should definitely join us.” Coyote said, catching on that he needed to play wingman for Jake.

You took a large drink of your own cocktail, hopping the liquor would hit your system faster.

“Lead the way.” You said, attempting a brave smile, one you hoped nobody saw through.

“Yes!” Jake said, happy at the victory. “Right this way, ladies.”

As the self-proclaimed gentleman he was, he offered his arms to both of you, leading you over to the rest of the group gathered at the pool table. Coyote and Payback stayed back to get a round of drinks for everyone else.

Thankfully, upon reaching the back table, there was no sign of Bradley. You remembered Phoenix from the other night you’d been there. The other aviators were unknown to you.

“Alright, we’ve got new friends!” Jake said, “Shay, Y/N, meet the squad!” He went around the table pointing to and providing a name for everyone.

“Yes! Females!” Phoenix cheered happily, “Halo, we have more chicks in the group!” f

“Finally!” Halo agreed, “Welcome to the squad!”

“Are we allowed to join a squad if we’re civilians?” You asked, laughing at their enthusiasm but understanding the lack of females in their immediate circles.

“Y/n, your dad is Maverick. Shay’s grandfather was an admiral…” Jake said, “I’d say you both qualify as squad members.”

“Holy Shit!” Phoenix said, “You’re THAT Y/N?” She threw a look to Bob, who subtly nodded back.

“Um… maybe?” You said, completely lost.

“Oh, tonight is definitely going to be interesting.” She replied, seemingly to herself.

Deciding you were going to need much more alcohol for this, you tossed back the remaining cocktail, swallowing it down. Thankfully, a refill wasn’t too far behind and another round appeared at the table. Shay and Jake headed to the Jukebox to pick out music while you got to know the others around you.

They were quick to set you at ease, telling you stories from training so far but also from their first time through Top Gun. You especially tuned in whenever they mentioned Brad. You didn’t want to be obvious and ask where he was, but not knowing when he’d pop up was setting you on edge.

After finishing your second cocktail you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, partly because you really needed to use it but also because you needed a minute to collect yourself.

You were washing your hands when the door opened and Phoenix walked in.

“You ok?” she asked, coming to stand next to you.

“Yeah, I’m good” You smiled back, drying your hands off with a paper towel before tossing it in the nearby trash. “Why?”

“I should have put it together the other night when Rooster came back to the table looking like he’d seen a ghost, then took off quickly after he watched you leave.” She said, “But when Jake told us who your dad is, it clicked into place. You’re Rooster’s Y/N.”

“I’m not Rooster’s anything anymore.” You corrected her, sadness seeping into your voice. “He made it abundantly clear.”

“I don’t think that’s the case, Y/N.” She said, “When we were in Top Gun together, we became pretty close friends. He was drunk one night and told me all about you. I think it was your birthday or some important day. He’d been off all day and then made it his mission to get as drunk as possible. You’re definitely something to him still.”

“Not the impression I got the other night. Or in the last decade of radio silence.” You said, “It’s ok though. I’ve learned to live with it and move on.”

“He’s a guy. They’re idiots by nature, with the emotional maturity of toddlers.” She said, “Doesn’t mean they don’t feel the emotions though.”

The door opened and Shay peeked her head in. “Hey, just wanted to warn you that Brad just pulled in. He hasn’t actually entered the bar yet.”

“Thanks, Shay.” You said, smiling, “I guess it’s show time.”

“I’m ready to be your bodyguard.” She said, “As promised.”

“You’ll have more than one if you need us.” Phoenix said, “But maybe give him a chance.”

“She tried that last time and it didn’t end too well.” Shay said, coming to your defense. “Although maybe now that the shock has worn off?”

“Exactly!” Phoenix said, “Let’s go get you a fresh drink and claim the pool table.”

The three of you headed out of the bathroom and to the bar. Jake cocked his head in silent question when he saw the trio of you together. Shay smiled and shook her head. You offered a smile of your own letting him know you were ok. Your first impression of Jake had been right. He wasn’t your type, but he would make a really good friend.

“Penny, we need more alcohol!” Phoenix declared, “A certain barnyard animal is incoming and my new bestie here needs to be far more drunk than this!”

“Coming right up” She said, laughing, “Hangman’s tab still?”

You said no at the same time as Shay, Phoenix and Jake himself said yes. You hadn’t even seen him sneak over to join your group. Glancing over though, you saw him standing behind Shay, his hand resting on her hip. You smirked at him, knowing at least tonight seemed to be working for Shay. You would endure whatever was about to go down for her sake.

Penny pushed the drinks across the bar towards you all and you grabbed them before heading to the pool table.

You sat down at the high table close to the pool table, your back facing the door. You didn’t need to see him come in to know he had. The others in the group called out to him when he walked through the door.

“About time Bradshaw.” Jake yelled. “Recovered from all your pushups?”

“Fuck you, Hangman.” Bradley shot back, “You did more than I did today.”

“And I’m clearly in better shape than you are.” Jake retorted, throwing a wink your way as he delivered the line. “Rooster, meet our new friends. This is Shay, and Y/N. They’ve become honorary squad members as of tonight.”

Shay waved and you kept staring at your drink like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Nice to meet you, Shay.” Brad said, “Y/N, can I talk to you?”

“I’m good here with my new friends thanks,” You replied, sipping your drink. You knew it was a petty thing to say, but you never claimed to not be petty. Shay laughed quietly, understanding the dig.

“Rooster, I feel the need to beat you at pool tonight.” Phoenix said, jumping to your rescue.

“Sure” He said, going over to pick up a pool cue, his eyes staying on you as he did so. You continued to sip your drink and ignore him, focusing instead on whatever story Jake was telling across from you. At least, you tried to pay attention. You absently played with the sun pendant on your necklace, your nerves absolutely wrecked.

“Y/N, Shay said you’re a pilot?” Bob asked, pulling you out of your head.

“Yup!” You answered, “I was bitten by the aviation bug at a young age. My dad and Godfather were pretty key in that.”

“Who’s your Godfather?” Jake asked, “Anyone we know?”

“Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky” You supplied, “I just call him Uncle Tommy though.”

“Holy shit. He’s a legend.” Jake replied, “Also, I’m sorry to hear he’s not doing well health wise, Y/N.”

“Thanks” You said, looking down at your drink. “He is a legend.”

“With connections like that, why didn't you join the Academy or enlist or something?” Coyote asked, joining the conversation.

“Zero interest.” You simply said, looking up to catch Bradley standing rigid, hands locked like a vice around the pool cue and watching you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t place.

“So what do you fly?” Bob asked, guiding the topic back to safer ground. Bless that sweet man’s heart.

“I flew charters when I lived back East. I own my own little Cessna too, that I try to log as much flight time in as I can.” You answered.

“Did your dad ever give you a call sign?” Jake asked.

“Not really a call sign” You laughed, “My dad calls me ‘firecracker’. My uncle and other aviators here on North Island called me ‘Little Ice nugget’ or just ‘nugget’.”

“Firecracker is pretty appropriate” Jake laughs, “I thought it would be ‘Sunshine’ though, or something like that with the necklace you keep messing with.”

“No…” You said quietly. “The necklace was a gift from another lifetime.”

Jake was quick to pick up on the shift in your tone, but didn’t know what he’d said to cause it. Shay, noticing your drink was nearly empty again, suggested the two of you head to the bar to get another one. You were 3 drinks in and figured another wouldn’t hurt. You’d already have to call an Uber or your dad to come get you.

You carefully hopped off the stool, swaying a little from the alcohol, but Coyote was quick to steady you. You thanked him before following Shay to the bar.

“Thanks” You said when you were away from the group. “On the bright side, he seems content in not talking to me, so that’s great.”

“Y/N, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time he’s been here.” Shay said, “He definitely wants to talk to you… you just did a great job shutting him down.”

“I’m too afraid to talk to him.” You admitted, “If I don’t talk to him I can hold onto hope that someday maybe I’ll get my best friend back.”

“How’s it going over there girls.” Penny asked, coming over to the side of the bar you were standing at.

“Need another drink, please.” You replied

“That good, huh?” She said, “I may get the pleasure of seeing your dad tonight.”

“Penny, you don’t have to wait for me to be drunk to see my dad.” You laughed.

“Pen, can I get another beer please?” Brad asked, coming up behind you. You shot a look at Shay for not warning you, only to see her making flirty heart eyes with Jake across the bar. “Add Y/N’s drink to my tab too.”

“Her drinks are already on Hangman tonight.” Penny said, winking at you.

“They were. I’ll get the rest of them.” He said firmly.

“Why doesn’t anyone think I can pay for my own damn drinks?” You complained.

“Sweetheart, never complain about men wanting to buy drinks” Penny said laughing

“You planning on ignoring me forever, Sunshine?” Brad asked, taking a drink of his beer, “Or can we talk like adults now?”

“Careful, Rooster.” Penny said delivering your drink, “Don’t make me ring this bell on you. You’ll be buying drinks for more than just Y/N here.”

“Sorry, Penny,” He said, looking sheepish. “Can you please, convince her to have a conversation with me?”

“Ugh, Fine!” You said, exasperated and tipsy. “MIght as well get this over with while I have a good buzz going. You want to talk, Bradley? Then by all means… talk.”

“Can we step outside? Or at least find a place slightly more private?” He asked, not unreasonably.

You picked your drink up and headed towards the door that would lead out to the patio overlooking the beach. Bradley followed close behind, nodding at Phoenix and Jake on the way by.

Once outside the noise level immediately dropped. The music was muted by the sounds of the ocean.

“You didn’t seem too inclined to want to talk the other night.” You said quietly.

“Sunshine, it was a bit of a shock seeing you.” He admitted, “I probably didn’t handle it the best.”

You stayed quiet, looking out to the water instead. Honestly now that you were face to face with him, you weren’t even sure what to say or where to start.

“I’m surprised you still call me ‘Sunshine’.” You commented quietly.

“That’s your name.” he shrugged. “I’m surprised you still have the necklace.”

“I haven’t worn it in forever.” You admitted, “But couldn’t part with it.”

“Did you know?” He asked.

“About dad pulling your papers? Or about him being here at Top Gun as an instructor?” You asked, needing clarification,

“Both.” He said.

“I didn’t know about him pulling your papers until you’d stormed into the house yelling, and then slamming out of the house…and my life.” You said, struggling to keep your voice steady and devoid of the emotion swirling inside. “I confronted him after you’d left, asking him what the hell had happened… he told me then what we’d done. I was furious. I tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail every time. I went to your house the next day but you weren’t there either.”

“And now? Did you know he was here to be the instructor for this mission?” He asked, his own voice rough with emotion.

“Yes. But not until I got here and Uncle Tommy told me.” You replied

“The other night when I saw you here, you didn’t think maybe I could use a heads up? Knowing what happened in the past? Did I really deserve to be blindsided?” He asked, his tone hardening to cover his feelings.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Bradshaw?” You seethed, years of anger and hurt breaking through the walls you’d built and flooding your system. “You do not get to get mad at me and tell me about what you deserve and don’t deserve. I fucking tried to tell you but you cut me off saying you needed to get back to your friends! So, FUCK YOU Bradley Bradshaw! Fuck you for you leaving ME when you were made at my DAD. FUCK YOU for throwing away our friendship. You know who didn’t deserve to be treated like trash, to be thrown away on the drop of a dime? ME! I didn’t deserve your anger Bradley. I didn’t do anything except love you. All I’ve ever done was love you.”

You hadn’t realized you’d started to cry until you felt the drops of tears fall onto your hand, You angrily wiped them away, not wanting to let Bradley see you cry. It had felt good to release the anger you’d kept locked in but the stretching silence wasn’t helping to calm the bubbling anxiety you now felt.

“Would you rather I stuck around and allowed the anger and resentment I had towards Maverick eat at me and cause me to lash out at you too? I thought by walking away I was saving you from getting hurt.” He said quietly.

“Newsflash, asshole, you leaving and going radio silent hurt fucking worse than anything.” You said, your voice cracking.

“Yeah, well, having your Godfather pull your papers to the academy, and block you from following in your father’s footsteps didn’t feel so great either, Y/N” He yelled back, “Especially when he’s the reason your father is no longer alive. So forgive me if I felt the need to cut myself off from the person who ruined my life. If it meant cutting you out of my life too, well it was just collateral damage I suppose.”

You felt like you’d been slapped. For what felt like forever you couldn’t get air into your lungs. Whatever buzz you had going for you coming into the conversation was now completely gone. In its place was left a horrible pain where your heart should be.

“Then let me do us both a favor and remove myself from your life once more.” You whispered, not trusting your voice anymore. You would not let him see any more of your tears. He no longer deserved the right to your pain. Reaching up behind your neck, you unclasped the necklace you’d once loved, but now knew would only bring pain in seeing. You removed it and carefully set it down on the wooden table next to you. You didn’t care what he did with it now, you just didn’t want anything from him, anything to remind you of him. You started to turn away when his hand landed on your wrist, desperate to keep you from walking away.

“Sunshine, no.” He said, immediately realizing he’d fucked up, once again. “Please, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking. Please, don’t do this… put it back on. I didn’t mean it. I don’t want you out of my life…not anymore.”

“I stopped being your ‘Sunshine’ a long time ago, Bradley.” You said, defeated, “It’s too late. All we seem to do is hurt each other at this point. Maybe you did us both a favor before.”

Not giving him time to respond, you pulled your hand from his grasp and walked back into the bar. You desperately needed to hold it all together until you could get home and then you’d allow yourself to break down.

“I’m going to beat his ever loving ass!” Phoenix said, seeing the look on your face when you walked over to get your purse.

Jake and Shay turned towards you at Phoenix’s outburst, Shay immediately coming over to you.

“Sweets, you ok?” Jake asked, coming up behind Shay.

“Y/N, what happened to your necklace?” Shay asked.

“I’m going to go.” You simply said, not trusting your voice. You were barely hanging on as it was.

“Y/N, you can’t drive like this.” Shay said, “Even without alcohol, you’re in no state to drive.”

“I’ll call my dad to come get me.” You said, “I just can’t stay here.”

“I can take you home, Y/N.” Bob offered, “That way you’re not waiting long.”

You looked up when the door opened, seeing Bradley coming in, you quickly agreed to the offer.

“Thank you, Bob.” You said, “Shay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

She gave you a quick hug before Bob led you out the front to the parking lot. In your haste to get out of there, you once again missed the look of complete remorse and devastation on Bradley’s face as he watched you leave. You also missed Phoenix punching him in the arm and calling him every name in the book.

A/N: I PROMISE to start fixing the broken hearts!!! :) Thank you so much for reading!!!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #top gun fanfiction

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Line: "I never would've known from that look on your face." Location: incident scene

So for this one I’ve decided to do a continuation of the slight AU universe where Sylvie works at 40. You can find part 1 here.

Okay here we go.

Btw, this AU branched off from the S2/S3 apartment fire. Neither Shay nor Gabby died. Gabby went to 105 to be their candidate and then bounced around different houses as a firefighter, never coming back to 51. Eventually, she and Matt flamed out before ever walking down the aisle. Shay became PIC on 61 and Mills became her partner in S3 and the partner rotation since has been the same. Just with Shay instead of Sylvie.

***

Matt Casey is not a texter. Anyone at 51 could attest to that. He never responds to anything in the group chat unless someone, probably Kidd or Mikami, tags him a million times. But for Sylvie Brett, he’ll text.

Texting back and forth with her has been the highlight of his day for the last week. They haven’t been able to schedule a drink yet. His construction jobs have gotten in the way and she’s had to pull back to back doubles since the PIC on first watch is out sick. It sucks but he gets it. He’s been there too. Her firehouse needs her, so she shows up. He respects that.

The lack of a date in his schedule hasn’t dampened his spirits though and everyone at 51 has noticed.

“Man, the smiling has got to stop,” Severide tells him as they’re leaving Boden’s office. “You’re freaking me out.”

He intends to defend himself but his phone buzzes in his jacket pocket, distracting him. Checking his texts immediately, he chuckles at a goofy meme Sylvie sent him.

“Jesus, you’re whipped.”

His head snaps up at the sound of the smirk in his best friend’s voice. “What, like you’re not? Remind me, what show do you happily binge with Kidd until her heart’s content now?”

“The Bachelor is actually freaking hilarious.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“So, when are you actually going to go on a date with this girl?”

“Whenever the medic she’s covering for comes back, I guess. Or whenever I finish this bathroom I’m remodeling. Whichever comes first.” There was an instant connection between him and Sylvie which makes being unable to move forward that much more frustrating. He knows it shows in his voice.

“You know, if your girl needs help handling some of those doubles I’m sure Shay could use the overtime,” Severide suggests, referring to their PIC on 61.

It’s an interesting idea. One he might propose to Sylvie if they can’t work out a date by the end of next week. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

They’re making their way to the apparatus floor, intending to climb up on the roof and enjoy a couple of cigars, but the bells go off first. It’s an all respond to an apartment fire at a building not far from them. Casey thinks nothing of it as the rigs set off for the scene. He doesn’t get nervous until he pulls up and sees Ambo 36 parked along the sidewalk, no medics in sight.

Dispatch didn’t mention anyone else on scene. He radios it in and the response comes back that 36 was there for a non-emergency wellness check when they noticed the flames and called it in.

“36, this is Captain Casey from Truck 81, do you copy?” As the silence lingers his anxiety increases. This can’t be good. “36, do you copy?”

“Copy!” He swears a medics voice has never been more beautiful in that moment than Sylvie’s. “But we’ve got a man trapped under a toppled china cabinet. We’re gonna need an assist.”

Currently Matt can see the flames through a window on the bottom right, most likely it started in the basement and spread to the first floor. They have some time. Not much, but some. “Alright, we’re coming to you. Location?”

She gives him the floor and the apartment number and then Matt begins directing the scene. Engine’s assigned to knocking down the flames with the hoses while Truck evacuates everyone else and Squad follows him to assist 36.

When they arrive at the second floor corner apartment they find Sylvie and her partner, kneeling next to the man. Well, kneeling isn’t the right word. Kneeling implies Sylvie took a knee. But really, she’s laying down on her stomach next to the victim, speaking softly and keeping him calm — broken dishes and glass all around her.

“Would you look at that? I told you help would be here in plenty of time, didn’t I? Just stay calm for me for a few more moments, okay?”

She looks as if she’s perfectly at home in the moment. Her face is as serene as ever. It’s reassuring. To the point that he almost forgets they’re there to fight a rapidly growing fire.

“Brett, what do we got?” He asks.

“Mr. Albie tried to move his antique china cabinet all by himself and had a bit of a misstep,” she explains, lowering her voice as she continues to keep the patient from hearing. “He’s managed to keep it from pressing on his chest by pushing against it with his hands but if he gets tired or this building shifts at all then—“

“We’re looking at potential suffocation,” Casey finishes for her, nodding crisply. “Got it. We’ll take it from here, 36 can go.”

“I’ll send Mackey out, but I’m staying. I’ve managed to keep him motivated and calm so far and not that I don’t believe in your bedside manner skills, Captain,” she says, flashing him a brief flirtatious smile. “But he trusts me. I can keep him from panicking.”

“Brett, there’s a fire headed this way. I can’t have anyone in the building without the proper gear—“

“Sylvie?” Mr. Albie calls out nervous, cabinet shaking precariously. Severide winces at the wobble. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s just fine. These guys are gonna have you out in no time,” she promises. The shaking stops.

Of course it stops. He huffs in frustration and then nods at Sylvie. Severide shrugs as if to say he’s fine with it if Brett is and then gets to work.

“Mackey,” Sylvie orders. “Go to the rig, get the stretcher and c-collar ready, but stay with the ambo. Got it?”

“Got it,” Mackey replies, hesitantly letting Tony show her out.

Sylvie rushes back to her spot on the floor as soon as Mackey’a gone. Matt tenses as she crawls through shards of glass and porcelain. “Be careful, Brett.”

He has no idea if she hears him. She just plows on through. Squad works around her to leverage the cabinet up enough to drag him out. Tony comes back without Mackey, but with a backboard. They all work together to secure Mr. Albie on the board and squad carries him out.

Just as Matt’s about to reach for Sylvie’s arm and drag her out of the building, the floor begins to creak underneath their feet. He knows exactly what that means and how little time they have. He grabs Sylvie around the waist and yanks her forward, propelling them both toward the door in a literal leap of faith.

He lands on his back in the hallway, with Sylvie pressed protectively to his chest, mere seconds before the floorboards give way and collapse into the inferno on the level below them.

“Oh my god,” Sylvie says, glancing back at the gaping hole that nearly swallowed them up.

“Come on,” Matt says shifting her off of him and helping her to her feet. “We gotta get you out of here.”

They sprint down the fire exit stairs and out the front door, with his arm around her and her face tucked into his neck to shield her from potential smoke inhalation. Finally, they reach 36, looking sooty and singed from their treacherous run, but alive.

Without missing a beat, Sylvie slips back into her PIC role. She directs Mackey in what they need and what to do and then he and Severide help them load the stretcher into the back of the ambo. The back doors close while Mackey hurries to the driver’s seat. He pats the back twice, letting Mackey know it’s safe and then Sylvie’s gone again — as if it’s any old call and they didn’t narrowly escape death minutes ago.

This is his first time really seeing Sylvie Brett in action. He asked around about her immediately after they exchanged numbers. Back then he wasn’t sure about Shay’s description of her as a “stone cold slayer” but now he understands. And it’s impressive as hell.

He texts her when they finish overhaul and get back to the firehouse. “We’re setting a definite day for our date, sooner rather than later. Today was too close a call to let the what-if hang out there any longer. By the way, you terrified and amazed me on that call today. We should work together more often.”

Her reply comes almost instantly. “I swear sometimes it’s like you’re reading my mind. Shay reached out to cover the next first shift for me. How’s tomorrow night? Does that work for you?” The three dots undulate for another few seconds before a second text bubble comes through. “And thank you. I don’t know about being amazing. I was definitely terrified. Thank goodness we seem to make a pretty good team because you saved my butt out there today! You were unbelievably heroic.”

If she was terrified, she never once showed it. He’s fascinated by her ability to stay cool and think on her feet. They have so much to talk about on their date. He sends back a yes and a thank you. “If we make a good team now, imagine how much more in sync we’ll be after we know each other better.”

“I’m not sure the world is ready for that,” she replies with an accompanying winking emoji.

Maybe the world isn’t, be he definitely is.

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Congratulations on Not Dying (Happy Birthday, Chris!) [Chapter Two]

Summary: This is Part Sixteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Christopher Herrmann/Cindy Herrmann, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, pre-Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Language, Light Angst, People Making Bad Decisions

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arc exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Jay

Jay was relieved to see Platt wasn’t working the desk today. He didn’t need her reporting back to Bex that he hadn’t actually been called into work and was only there getting caught up on paperwork.

He nodded at a few patrol officers he recognized as he headed up to Intelligence.

He wasn’t hiding, okay?

He just needed a bit more time before he saw his sister face to face because he knew the countdown clock was on, ticking down to when she was going to poke at him to talk about what happened with Erin this time around.

But Jay didn’t want to talk to Bex.

He wanted to talk to Erin.

And he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that anymore.

They’d been doing well keeping their chats up over long distance, but now all Jay could think about was what they’d had—what they could still have if Erin wasn’t living hundreds of miles away.

One night, amazing as it was, had blown up the friendship that had already been carefully reconstructed once. She’d left while he was still asleep leaving nothing but the faint scent of her perfume. It was better that way. Jay knew that. If she’d stuck around, they’d have ended with a fight and neither of them wanted that.

But being left with this ache didn’t feel much better.

Now all he could do was torture himself with thoughts of how they never should have gotten together in the first place because then at least he’d still have his friend.

He’d lost enough of those.

Jay sighed as he flopped down at his desk and booted up his computer. He’d get a few hours of work in and then grab the balloons and head over to help Bex. She had Will helping her out and the venue was doing a lot of the heavy lifting in terms of setting things up. They’d be fine.

A few hours and he’d have his head on straight and his party face on.

*** T-minus eight hours to the party.

***

Bex

So, when Matt said it was a ‘bit of a drive’ to get to the party supply place, he actually meant ninety minutes.

But! His buddy was letting them borrow the tables and chairs for free because he had no bookings that weekend and he owed Matt a favour so that was amazing.

Matt, Kelly, Capp, and Tony had hit the road shortly after the meeting wrapped up and headed out there. Matt texted her a few minutes ago that they were close so they should be back in plenty of time to set things up.

Okay!

That was good.

Donna, Uncle Bo, Trudy, Uncle Mouch, Shay, and Julie were currently raiding the grocery stores to grab everything they needed.

Gabi and Stella were on the drinks run.

Sylvie was tracking down plates, cups, cutlery, tea lights for the tables, and fairy lights for the yard.

Otis and Joe were with her at Chris and Cindy’s and they were going to tackle the backyard. The three of them stood on the back patio and surveyed the scene in front of them. Toys and sports equipment were strewn about, but there was also a playhouse, a trampoline, and a standing hammock.

“Okay,” Bex said, clapping her hands together. “Most of this stuff has a home in the garage so that’s easy. We can move the playhouse to that corner of the yard and then dismantle the trampoline and the hammock and store them in the garage too. Sound good?”

“Sure,” Otis shrugged. “How hard could it be?”

***

Thirty minutes later

***

Bex

She could hear Joe’s howls as she ransacked Chris and Cindy’s freezer for the ice pack she knew was in there.

“My left!” he yelled. “I said MY left!”

Where was that freakin’ ice pack?

Spotting it behind the box of waffles, she grabbed it plus a clean tea towel and ran back outside. Otis was apologizing profusely while he crouched in front of Joe who was sprawled on the ground, gripping his foot with both hands and scowling.

“You just had to say it,” Joe grumbled. “How hard could it be? How about dropping a whole playhouse on my foot hard?”

“I still say you nodded to my left,” Otis muttered, holding up his hands when Joe glared murderously at him.

“I’ve got the ice,” Bex said, waving it in the air as she hurried over. “How are you doing, Joe?”

He gave her a pained smile. “Not too bad,” he said. “I don’t think it’s broken.” He’d managed to remove his shoe while she was gone and must have given it a quick once over.

“Shay texted me back and said they’ll be here in a few minutes.” She wrapped up the ice pack in the tea towel and handed it over to him. “She’ll take a look at it and make sure.”

They secured the ice pack to his foot and got him upright. With Bex on one side and Otis on the other, they managed to get him inside so he could sit down and put his foot up.

“I really am sorry, man,” Otis said, full-on sad puppy eyes on display.

“I know,” Joe said, settling into the arm chair as Bex eased a stool under his foot. “It’s okay. I’m sorry that I can’t help finish clearing the yard.”

He turned to Bex at the same time as Otis and she was faced with two pairs of sad puppy eyes.

“Guys, it was an accident,” Bex said, laughing a little despite the part of her brain that was screaming about how behind they were now. “Nobody meant for it to happen and I’m just glad you’re not too badly hurt, Joe. I had plans for you on the dance floor tonight.”

“Ooh.” Joe raised his eyebrows at her. “I will keep this sucker elevated and see what I can do.”

The doorbell rang. The food crew. Right on time.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she called over her shoulder as she went to answer the door. Donna, Uncle Bo, Trudy, Uncle Mouch, Shay, and Julie filed in one after the other, each one loaded down with bags.

As soon as Shay’s hands were free, she zipped over to check out Joe’s foot while Otis helped the others start to organize the food. She quickly declared his foot bruised, but not broken and jumped back into the kitchen fray.

Good news, but it still left her a man down. She couldn’t steal anyone from the food prep team, but there was no way she and Otis could clear the backyard on their own.

She needed reinforcements.

Bex pulled out her phone and started texting.

***

Connor

“Maggie, have you seen Will?” Connor asked as he looked around the ED. Things had slowed down enough for lunch breaks and he was going to see if Will wanted to grab a bite to eat together.

They’d been doing that more and more lately to the point where Connor found himself waiting if Will was still busy so that they could go together.

Maggie smothered a grin as she jerked a nod at the exit. “Somebody already claimed him for their lunch date,” she said. “I think they’re trying to steal your man.”

Connor shot her a look and shook his head. “Not my man,” he said under his breath.

Yet, she mouthed at him as he headed for the exit.

Looking around outside, Connor quickly spotted Will sitting on the sidewalk next to a shaggy, brown dog. A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sight.

Will was using the empty lid of his styrofoam sandwich container as a make-shift water bowl for the dog. He was holding the other half while he picked out pieces of ham from his sandwich and held them out for the dog who received them with careful nibbles.

“Don’t expect ham everyday,” Will was saying. “We need to get you some proper dog food for a healthy diet.”

The dog grinned up at him and caught his chin in a lick.

“Yeah, yeah,” Will chuckled. “Try and butter me up all you want, but these ham rules are firm.”

Unrepentant, the dog shuffled over and plopped itself in Will’s lap which it was entirely too big for. Will threw his head back and laughed, not even noticing as the dog nosed its way through the container to sneak more ham.

This dog was definitely trying to steal his man.

Connor walked up to the pair and took a seat on the raised flower bed Will was leaning against. “Who’s your new friend?”

Will looked up at him with a sheepish smile. “His name is Kol,” Will said. “He belongs to a patient I’m treating who asked me to come out and check on him. Guy was hit by a car on their morning walk, but Kol here seems to be okay.” Will rubbed a hand over the dog’s head before gently covering his fluffy ears.

“I don’t think his owner is going to make it,” he said quietly. “He's in and out. It doesn't look good." Will sighed. "He doesn’t have anyone who can take Kol and that's causing stress he doesn't need right now. Maggie put a call in to the SPCA, but they’re having a hard time finding a place for him.”

Will removed his hands and fed Kol some more bits of sandwich. The dog side-eyed Connor a bit before deeming him safe and accepting the food from Will.

“What are you thinking?” he asked because this was Will and he absolutely had a plan.

“I’m thinking I need to see how Bex feels about a third roommate,” Will said shooting him a wry grin. “I don’t really want to let this guy go.”

Connor knew the feeling.

He stood up then because he could only watch Will smile and cuddle with a cute dog for so long before he did something dumb like grabbing him by the shirt collar and kissing the hell out of him.

Because not yet.

He wasn’t his man yet. He’d been giving Will the space he needed and enjoying their growing friendship.

But in the meantime—

“I was going to grab some lunch,” he said with a nod at the food truck. “Want me to grab you another sandwich since you shared most of yours?”

“That would be great,” Will said with a nod. “Thanks, Connor.”

“Anytime.” Connor headed off, not needing to ask for the order he knew off by heart by now.

Because not yet.

But definitely soon.

Even if he had to share with Kol.

***

T-minus seven hours to the party.

***

Matt

Matt looked out at the long line of traffic standing still in front of him, the tell-tale sign of emergency lights up ahead, and in the rearview at Tony and Capp’s truck stuck behind them.

“Are you calling Bex or am I?” he sighed.

Sev snorted at him which was answer enough.

Bracing himself, Matt pulled out his phone and made the call.

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IT'S HERE! Took me a little longer than planned, but hey it's here.

A little AU where our dear Ruby Rose is raised by Raven Branwen and learns all the bad stuff that comes with that, but don't worry she gets to have a little bonding session with her sister and they figure things out

(Featuring Trans Summer Rose and some STR crossed lovers)

Also if you'd like to have your own fic idea written by me or simply want to help support me consider donating to my kofi to help me reach this month's goal

Anyways here's the fic, enjoy the read.

“How much further, pal?” Yang asked as she rode her bike through the woods of Anima.

“This should just about do it,” the man sitting behind her answered. His name was Shay - a sleazy idiot, but a useful idiot. An idiot who could show her the way to her mom, and the rest of her family.

She slowed to a stop and got off the bike, leaning back against it.

“I’ll go ahead and check if the coast is clear,” he added, walking off into the woods.

Well that was a trap if she had ever seen one before, but she’d deal with it.

If they were all on Shay’s level, then she’d be alright.

When she heard the first shot ring out she had plenty of time to raise her prosthetic arm and block it.

When she found herself surrounded, she did little more than ask for directions.

And when the bandits leaped into action she bested them handily.

It was simple, almost effortless work, but it still had her hand trembling.

She had to hold it down with her prosthetic to try to calm it down. No matter how much she thought she was over it, it kept dragging her back.

Just deep breaths.

In and out.

Focus on the present.

Just focus on–

Reflex took over faster than thought as Yang side-stepped a katana swing from thin air.

Its wielder wasn’t far behind it, forming from a cloud of petals. It was a girl with red eyes and black hair, wearing a tattered white cloak over red and black armor.

Yang parried swing after swing of the girl’s katana against the sides of Ember Celica. The girl went for a thrusting lunge straight for her neck, Yang barely catching it with her prosthetic.

“Wow,” the girl exclaimed, with wide eyed wonder, “I’ve never seen a prosthetic like that! Is it atlesian? The design looks atlesian!”

Yang was understandably baffled by this.

So she shoved her assailant away, and cocked the cannons on Ember Celica, shooting a few explosive shells her way.

The girl harmlessly swatted them away with her sword, seeming undeterred in her quest to learn all about Yang’s cool tech stuff.

“Oh my gosh,” she continued, even as she lunged forward for another attack, “I love the arm cannons! Did you build them yourself? Wait! Does that mean you’re a huntress? I’venever met a huntress before!”

And yet she definitely fought like a huntress.

Yang would be impressed by the other girl’s skill if she wasn’t also deeply annoyed that she didn’t seem to be taking this seriously in the slightest.

“Look, pal, I’m not here to chit chat about weapons,” Yang argued, throwing the girl a right hook that nearly clocked her in the jaw if she hadn’t burst into petals once again.

Once the girl took form again, she connected the pommel of her sword with the back of her scabbard, some unseen mechanism beginning to unfold inside it, revealing an extra blade. By the time it had finished its transformation, the simple sword and scabbard had unfolded into a double ended naginata.

Damn, this girl really had a thing for machinery.

“I know,” the girl nodded, “you’re here for my clan, and I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”

With those words she leaped for her again.

She twirled around Yang, her weapon spinning with her into a deadly dance of blades, forcing her out of Yang’s reach.

She couldn’t get close enough to land with Ember Celica, every swing of the blades forcing her on the defensive.

She had to play it safe, if she could bait her out, she could get in close enough…

“I don’t care about you or your stupid tribe,” Yang argued as she continued to parry blow after blow, “I’m here for Raven!”

And there it was, anger, killing intent, followed by a furious lunge for Yang’s neck.

That’s all she needed.

With a shot from Ember Celica she launched herself into range, her fist flying for the girl’s face.

“I won’t let you hurt my mom!” The girl exclaimed and Yang froze, her fist hanging there between them.

Mom?

She was Raven’s daughter?

Could she really be…?

“Ruby?” She muttered.

The girl blinked in confusion, looking up into Yang’s own red eyes, “how do you know my name?”

~~~

She had a sister.

Ruby Branwen had a sister!

A cool sister, with a bike, and a robot arm!

Sure, she had several questions, like why did Raven never tell her about her?

Why did she never visit in 17 years?

Or what she was doing here now?

But who cared? Her family was finally together for the first time!

So Ruby hopped and skipped with excitement as she entered her clan’s camp, her new sister following behind, surrounded by Shay and his friends.

Vernal’s familiar figure peered out from Raven’s tent, and she raised a single eyebrow at the sight of their little group.

“Hey, Vee, can you tell mom we’ve got a guest?” Ruby greeted.

Vernal glared at her as she usually did then extended that glare to the new arrival, before answering, “you can tell her yourself.”

With that, Raven herself stepped out from her tent calling, “Ruby, what is the meaning of– oh.”

“Hey, mom,” Yang greeted halfheartedly

“Yang,” was all Raven said at first, her tone somber, though it was quickly replaced with her usual, more confident voice, “so after all this time you’ve finally decided to visit.”

Yang’s hand began to shake again like it had before Ruby attacked.

She didn’t know why, but some forgotten sisterly instinct drove her to hold her hand.

“Mom, don’t be mean,” Ruby complained, “Yang came back to the clan. Shouldn’t we be celebrating?”

Yang yanked her hand free, “I told you, Ruby, I’m not here for the clan.”

“Well, why else would you come all the way here?” She asked, trying not to sound hurt.

Her mother and sister glared at each other for a moment, before Raven finally said, “maybe we should talk inside. Come, I’ll make you tea.”

Oh no.

Ruby knew exactly what that meant.

The conversation was about to get really serious, and she didn’t want the rest of the clan watching. Raven only ever did that to talk about Ruby’s other mother, the maiden’s powers, and the two immortals.

She wondered what it would be this time.

Raven didn’t speak at first as she made them tea, only responding when Ruby tried to help her.

Yang too didn’t speak a word, settling for glaring at their mother the entire time.

Which then left Ruby to awkwardly sit between the two of them, waiting for tea to be served. Not how she expected this family reunion to go.

“So,” Raven began as she sat down, kettle in hand, and poured the three of them their drinks, “have you come seeking answers, or simply a shortcut to your uncle?”

“Why do I have a feeling you’ll give me neither?” Yang asked back.

“Oh I will. I’m not planning on keeping you here any longer than you wish to be kept,” she answered, “what I’m saying is that maybe you would like to hear a new perspective before throwing yourself back into Ozpin’s pointless war.”

Ozpin?

The evil wizard?

Was Yang working for him?

“I don’t care about Ozpin,” Yang bit back, “I’m here for my family. My real family. Not the woman who abandoned me when I was still a baby.”

“You did what!?” Ruby blurted out without thinking.

Raven raised a hand, silently asking Ruby to calm herself.

“If I had it my way, our entire family would have come with me and joined the Branwen’s, but Tai and Summer just wouldn’t listen to me,” she explained, frustration in her voice, “in the end it felt like the safest bet to leave you in their care.”

“Oh, it was a safe bet? So why did you take Ruby?” Yang asked, taking the question straight from Ruby’s mouth.

“I didn’t take her… or at least I didn’t know I was taking her,” Raven continued, “I had been back in the clan for weeks before I realized I was pregnant with Summer’s child. I couldn’t just take her back.”

Yang opened her mouth to shoot another barb back at Raven, but Ruby cut her short. “Wait! You… You said mom died to the evil witch. You never said anything about abandoning her.”

“Ruby,” she called, her voice more tender now, as she reached for her daughter’s hand, “I tried to save her. I would have brought her to the camp, and I would have taken care of her just like I did you.”

“So that’s it, huh?” Yang spat, “Summer died because she didn’t listen to you. I lost my mom and my sister because we just didn’t listen.”

“If they weren’t so set on following Ozpin’s orders–”

“Enough with Ozpin!” Yang shouted, “Ozpin didn’t leave her to die! You did! You abandoned us, and you can’t just act like it was all our fault! Mom and dad loved you, and you betrayed them!”

“You don’t know what I do! If you actually knew what you’re up against, you would have begged to stay with the clan!”

“Not everyone is as much of a coward as–”

“Enough!” Ruby yelled.

There was a moment of silence in the tent as they both turned to look at her, neither of them having expected the outburst.

“ Please , enough,” she asked again, more quietly, “we’re a family. I finally got to meet my sister I didn’t even know I had, can we please not spend this entire time fighting?”

Their animosity didn’t drop in the slightest, but at the very least they seemed ashamed enough to try to hide most of it.

Unfortunately this left them with nothing but an awkward silence in their tent. Simmering anger brought just below the boiling point.

Raven was the first to break that silence, “I’ll open you a portal tomorrow,” Yang rose to argue, but Raven raised her hand once again, “Qrow and your friends won’t die after just one day. In the meantime, try to enjoy some time with your sister. Gods know when you’ll see each other again…”

Oh. Right. This might be her only chance to get to know Yang. Especially if what her mom said was true about what happens to the wizard’s followers.

She could see that Yang wanted to argue and leave immediately, but Ruby couldn’t afford to have their meeting be so short.

So she shot Yang her biggest puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to stay a little longer.

Yang looked back at her, trying to look stern, but quickly caved in. “Fine. But not a day longer.”

~~~

Yang stomped her way into Ruby’s tent, grumbling the entire time.

“Who does she think she is, huh? She keeps acting like she knows more than everyone else, and like nothing is her fault,” she continued as she dropped unceremoniously onto one of Ruby’s beanbags, “she’s just a coward trying to pretend she’s strong.”

Ruby sighed and offered her an awkward smile as she followed her into the tent.

Yang knew she wanted to defend Raven, even after today’s big reveal it’s not like she just expected her sister to turn against the woman who raised her for 17 years.

“Hey, forget about mom, okay?” Ruby tried her best, sitting down on her bed, “she can be really stubborn sometimes, but you shouldn’t let that ruin your day. I mean we finally got to meet, right?”

Yang sighed, sinking further into the bean bag, “I guess you’re right. It’s nice finally knowing you, Ruby.”

“Yeah, it’s nice knowing you too,” she replied, awkwardly scratching the back of her head, “though I still have no idea how you knew about me.”

“Uncle Qrow told me,” she answered simply, “he kept it a secret for most of my life because he was worried I would throw my life away trying to find you, but after everything that happened at Beacon, I guess he figured I deserved to know.”

“Wait. Uncle Qrow?” Ruby sounded so confused, “mom always said he was a useless drunk and a pervert.”

“He is,” there was no defending him there, “but that doesn’t mean he can’t be a caring uncle when he needs to be. He even taught me how to fight. I almost made myself a scythe because of him.”

Ruby’s little red eyes began to glow at the mention of weapons, “aww, but scythes are so cool. I mean, not to say your bracelets aren’t cool. They’re awesome, but scythes are still scythes.”

“Does that thing of yours also turn into scythe by any chance?” Yang replied playfully.

Ruby gasped in fake shock, “Yang! Black Rose is part of the family! Don’t just call her a thing, like that. She 's my baby.”

Yang giggled at that, “sorry, is your baby also a scythe?”

“Maybe,” she answered, “just don’t tell mom. I don’t think she’d like me taking after uncle Qrow.”

“Your secret is safe with me, sis,” Yang replied casually, earning the biggest smile from Ruby, “what got you smiling?”

Ruby giggled, “I’m just so happy to have a sister now.”

“Yeah, I’m happy too.”

Once again there was silence, but this time it was a comfortable, safe silence. Both of them just enjoying each other’s presence after being denied that for so many years.

“Hey, Yang,” Ruby called, “can you keep another secret for me?”

“Uh, sure.”

Ruby smiled at her, before reaching for her own eyes. One hand held her eyelids open while the other slid something free.

Contact lenses. The red of her eyes were contact lenses, and under them were a pair of silver eyes.

“You have Summer’s eyes,” Yang spoke, her voice quiet as she saw so much of her mother in her little sister.

“Mom told me the same thing,” Ruby replied, more than a little embarrassed, “but don’t tell anyone, okay? Mom said if anyone finds out I have silver eyes, they’ll try to take them from me.”

“What!? Why!?”

“She said there’s a legend out there that silver eyed warriors have the power to destroy the grimm,” she explained, “so the witch hunted them to near extinction. She said that’s why mom…”

“Right,” was that it?

Summer had been killed just because of her eyes?

That didn’t make sense, they were just a pretty color, why would that make them special?

Though there was a more pressing question in her mind, “you keep mentioning this witch? Who is that?”

“Uh that’s a bit of a long story,” Ruby answered, “though I guess mom would want you to know about it anyways.”

Long didn’t quite cover it.

Insane might actually be more appropriate.

Ozpin and this Salem engaged in a never ending war for thousands of years. Magical powers. Fairy tales. All of this was somehow real.

It couldn’t be.

“You don’t actually believe all that magic stuff, right?” Yang asked, concerned for how much Raven must have brainwashed her.

“I mean, I have seen it,” Ruby shrugged, “mom can turn into a bird, and I’ve seen her do a bunch of weird stuff that her semblance can’t do.”

“But that doesn’t make sense. Magic isn’t–”

“Hey, Ruby,” that smug girl from earlier called as she burst into the tent, “there’s an atlesian ship coming our way and Raven wants you to come check on it with her,” she gave Yang a side eye and added, “bring blondie too.”

Yang wanted to show her what happened to people who called her blondie, but it wouldn’t look good to punch someone in front of her little sister.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to get involved in whatever you have planned.”

~~~

“Doesn’t look like a military ship,” Ruby commented as she peered through her spyglass.

The ship in question was a small cargo ship, the kind designed for fast deliveries of light cargo. Meaning it probably had a human pilot and very little loot to be grabbed.

Definitely not worth the hassle of taking it down.

“Good,” Raven nodded, “keep an eye on it, we don’t want it finding the camp by accident.”

Behind her Yang thumped her foot impatiently.

“Care to explain why you wanted me here?”

“Consider this a little family bonding session,” Raven answered, “it’s like bird watching, but with giant airships.”

“Right,” she replied, unimpressed.

In that time, Ruby kept vigil over the ship as it flew through the floating islands of gravity dust, and it was then that she saw quite the unwelcome sight.

“Grimm! The ship is under attack by grimm!”

“Crap, let me see!” Yang called, taking the spyglass.

“A Lancer swarm, and a Queen,” Ruby clarified to her mother, “should we interfere?”

“Absolutely not,” Raven’s answer was quick and final, “no need to risk ourselves. Best case scenario we can loot what is left of the ship.”

Yang shoved the spyglass back into Ruby’s hands and stomped up to her mother, “seriously!? Those people could die and all you’re thinking about is how to profit from it?”

“Not profit. Survive!” Raven corrected, “I’m not risking any lives fighting grimm, and if they crash at the very least we can salvage something to help the clan.”

“You’re infuriating!” Yang shouted, “can you care about another person for once in your life!?”

“Uh, guys?” Ruby called, “the ship is coming our way!”

Yang looked up, and she did not need any help to see the ship crashing down towards them, smoke following behind. Though what she did not expect to see was a Schnee gravity glyph trying to keep that ship afloat.

“Weiss!?” She called in a panic.

“The Schnee heiress?” Raven asked.

“And my team mate!” Yang yelled back, “we have to save her!”

“I told you, that’s too risky,” Raven countered.

“I’m not letting my friend die just because you can’t be bothered to–”

And Ruby was gone.

She took to the skies in a burst of petals, landing on the front of the ship as it fell.

She unfurled black rose into her full form as the lancers swarmed around her; a large double-blade scythe, made for slicing grimm.

With a burst of speed, she made short work of them.

One more burst of petals, and she was inside the ship.

A white haired girl stood tall as she continued to conjure those weird glyphs to slow their fall. As much as Ruby would love to chat about her cool semblance and how it worked, they were in a bit of a hurry.

“Hey!” She called, and the girl turned to face her with a confused look, “I can explain later, but Yang sent me. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

The girl looked like she was gonna question her, but the violent shaking of the airship changed her mind.

“Fine,” she answered, moving to help up the unconscious pilot, “just help me get him up.”

Okay, moving three people with her semblance was gonna be difficult, but she wasn’t about to argue in favor of leaving someone to die.

They moved quickly, carrying the man with them as best as they could.

Then came another violent shake, and this time they knew why.

More Lancers came flying by, but not for them. They carelessly hit the ship as they made their way for land, and straight for Ruby’s family.

“Oh no, no, no!” Ruby exclaimed. She wouldn’t be fast enough. There were so many and she couldn't save both these people and her family.

Unless…

“I’m so sorry for this,” was all she said before taking the both of them into a petal burst.

They were draining her aura too fast. She wouldn’t be able to get them to shore fast enough.

But she didn’t have to.

She just needed to get them low enough that they wouldn’t get hurt.

She dropped them both into the waters of the lake below, shouting “I’ll be back!” Before flying off again to help her family.

Black Rose’s scythe mode cut the Lancers to pieces as she came flying down towards her family, but there were so many, their barbed spikes raining over Yang and Raven.

No.

No!

She couldn’t let this happen.

She already lost one mom. She couldn’t lose another one.

She couldn’t lose the sister she just gained.

She wouldn’t let them die!

There was a sharp pain behind her eyes, then a blinding light.

Silver poured from red and engulfed the lake. A flash bright enough to be seen all the way from the furthest edge of the lake.

Then there was dark, and Ruby plummeted into the waters.

~~~

Ruby had remained unconscious for two days.

Yang had insisted on staying at camp until she recovered, much to Weiss’s pain, though she of all people understood worrying so much over a sister.

By the time she had woken up though, Yang had not been allowed in her tent.

Instead only Raven could enter, a decision Ruby did not seem to agree with.

Their shouting match went far into the night, and it surprised Yang just how much energy her sister seemed to have after all this. It seemed righteous fury ran in the family.

Though the sound was muffled, it was easy to piece together what they were shouting about. Especially when the name Summer came up so many times.

Then came a loud stomping as Raven left the tent.

She caught Yang and Weiss waiting outside, and rightfully assumed that they knew exactly what was going on.

“You two better take good care of her,” Raven said, “I won’t have her meet the same fate as her mother.”

Weiss scoffed, that little expression of displeasure doing wonders for Yang’s mood.

It was good having her to back her up again.

“Don’t worry, mom,” Yang answered, “Ruby actually has her family to back her up.”

Raven did not answer the barb, just sighing heavily and walking off to her own tent.

She hadn’t been out of sight for too long when Ruby stepped out, Black Rose strapped to her belt, and a bag on her back, “so - uh - do you have room for one more on that bike of yours?”

Yang smiled, “always got room for my little sister.”

#rwby #ruby rose #ruby branwen au #yang xiao long #raven branwen #fanfic

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snow-dxnce · 2 years

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——— basics! ♡

NAME: Pancake/Shay

PRONOUNS: She/They

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn!

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single

TIME ZONE: edt

——— three facts! ♡

I have dozens of Ocs that never make it to tumblr! I can’t help myself from making more every time I get an idea in my head.

I’m a big fan of Chinese and Korean historical dramas! I just adore how much work gets put into the scenery, the stories, and just.. the atmosphere of them really gets my heart racing! I’d love to visit the set of a Korean or Chinese drama.

Music and dancing has always been a big part of my life. From a young age, I dabbled in a little dance but mainly did chorus, and when I have free time I mostly just listen to music and daydream about the stories I want to write.

——— experience ! ♡

I’ve been roleplaying since I first began middle school and I started out on Quotev before migrating to tumblr. My first official muse was Paintra, a boss from Kirby: Triple Deluxe, and after the Kirby RPC kind of fizzled out, I went on to do SCP, League, and DBD muses, mostly as my own OCs. I consider myself good, or at least, passable at rp, but the icons and pretty graphics are something I have no experience in. I’d love to learn how to make those, though!

——— muse preference ! ♡

Although I started out with a canon character, I quickly moved on to making my own characters in lieu of canon muses. Really, I liked the fact that I could do basically whatever I wanted with an OC, develop them in ways I want as well, and there’s less pressure to be accurate to the character... but playing as ocs can be a little nerve wracking just because the standards for them are really high. I love writing them, though, and I often have to stop myself from making TOO many ocs for a series I like. I have many ocs that aren’t public!

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: I love love love fluff,,, I usually make my muses suffer, just in backstory alone, and fluff makes me happy for them and just warms my heart :)

ANGST: Angst is BIG for me, I adore angst a little more than I do fluff just because I LOVE drama and big character arcs and whatnot

SMUT: Honestly? I’ve read a lot of smut in my day, and enjoy thinking about spicy possibilities and headcanons, but my confidence in actually writing it is.... rocky, at best. I usually only feel comfortable chatting about shipping and smut related things with my ship partner rather than rping it out! Being ‘horny on main’ is WAAAY to anxiety inducing, lol

PLOT / MEMES: Both! I get a little anxious to send in memes, but I’ve been pushing myself to be more confident and reach out more. I like to plot just so I know what I’m doing and what I’m writing about, but memes can be fun just because of the spontaneity!

Tagged By: @whiitemateria (Thank you! :D)

Tagging: @jellosalads, @badassbarmaid, @onewingedxngel, and anyone else who would like to do this! <3

#dash game (something to pass the time...)

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omo-goose · 5 days

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more Shay and Paz because um, yeahg

another dreary evening with the promise of rain lingering in the air, mixing with the scent of the few coffee shops and restaurants that speckled the block here and there. Shay had gone out shopping alone this evening, promising themself they'd be back home before it started to rain, but it seems like the weather and line for checkout had conspired against them.

growing slightly restless, they tapped their foot against the linoleum tile, waiting for the cashier to finish with the customer ahead of them.

and then finally it was their turn.

they hadn't gotten much, just a few things they'd been out of, plus a couple snacks and drinks of course.

after their shopping was done, they started towards home, opening a drink as they left the store.

the sky was dark from the oncoming storm, making them feel a sense of dread. they hated the rain.

they hurried their step as they felt the wind begin to pick up, their heavy bags slowing them a bit with their contents.

why didn't they just wait until Paz was home? they only would have just been heading put by now and...

the distant rumble of thunder made them freeze in their tracks, breath hitching from the sudden noise.

they could feel their pulse quicken, thrumming in their ears like the steps of a giant.

an image suddenly overtook their minds eye, displaying a godlike being towering above them, bringing the storm with it like a cloudy shroud of darkness.

they looked around and found nothing, but still, the mental image lingered.

it's nothing, just keep going. they tried to urge themself forward, wanting to get home before it started raining too heavily.

before long, they found themself hurrying towards their apartment building, the storm right at their heels, trying to bring them along into the wind and rain soaked streets.

they were thoroughly exhausted and cold, drenched from the rain outside.

and they had noticed that the drink they'd had earlier was starting to put a bit of pressure on their bladder now.

they tried to take comfort in the fact they were home now, but that was hardly the case when they still had a whole three flights of steps to get up, due to the elevator still needing maintenance.

"Shay Shay~" a familiar voice cooed from near the stairwell door

"oh Paz! hey Hun, did you just get off work?"

"a bit ago, yeah, I've been waiting for you! do you need help with those bags?"

Shay gave a small chuckle and nodded

"you forgot your key in the house didn't you hun?"

Paz looked away, embarrassed, but also nodded as he took the bags.

"I was in a rush because I thought I overslept and-" he started,

"no worries hun, I got mine, so we don't gotta call the landlady or the locksmith again"

Paz breathed an audible sigh of relief, which earned him another chuckle from Shay in response

the two of them began walking up the stairs together, chatting about their day

then a sudden crack of thunder nearby made Shay freeze mid-step, nearly causing them to lose their balance. they loud out a strained whine as they felt themself begin to shake.

Paz quickly put a hand behind their back to steady them, whispering encouragements to help comfort them

they suddenly became hyper aware of a strange warmth creeping down their thighs, and looking down, they could see the stain spreading as their bladder involuntarily released

they whimpered and tried to clench their thighs together as hard as possible, but this sudden position shift was made difficult by the stairs

Paz carefully guided them to the nearest platform and held them as they shook and whimpered desperately

another loud clap of thunder caused them to cry out and burry themself in Paz's arms, the puddle under them growing larger

"shhh shh that's alright, I got you, it's okay" he mumbled as he stroked their hair

"here, cmon, I'll carry you up the remaining stairs alright? will that be okay?" he asked softly

they nodded, teary eyes downcast in shame

he gave them a countdown as a heads-up before lifting them, feeling his arm grow a little warmer as he did so. he didn't mention this, not wanting to embarrass them further

as he carried them, they tried really hard not to squirm, apparently still needing to pee

he hummed softly to them as he carried them to their shared apartment, the rain now growing distant as the storm began to pass

Shay could feel their eyes growing heavy as tiredness tugged at them, but they knew their bladder would once again betray them if they gave in to sleep

Paz's humming was so comforting though, and the motion of his steps was so rhythmic and gentle

suddenly they found themself laying on the couch, a little dizzy and disoriented.

Paz peaked his head around the corner to check on them, and saw they were awake

"Heya hun, how're you feeling?" he asked softly

"bleh" they groaned

"yeah, I'm sorry, I promise next time I'll just pick up the groceries on my way home, that way you don't gotta, alright?"

"mhm" they looked away, face flushed red with embarrassment

"oh and don't worry, I've hot laundry covered too" he chuckled

they covered their face, groaning. they were never gonna live this down were they?

#omo goose writes #soft omorashi

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carpecarlos · 2 months

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[text] Because I can't let something go until I feel like it's finished and I don't feel like Jared and I are finished. I guess I just wanna experience what it's like for moment. Something I know I don't want long term but an experience to be had. I wanna end things with him on good terms for once instead of it being so bad because then once things get good again that's when all the what ifs start. And if it was one sided maybe it would be easier to let it go but I know that it's not. I know that he struggles with wanting me just as much as I struggle with wanting him because we've had conversations about it.

[text] I guess it's never felt like a waste of my time. To me I've always needed to do this so I can let him go and move on but every time I've tried it hasn't worked out the way I wanted it to because I wasn't sober for a long time and then he wasn't. I just wanna be done with unfinished business so I can give you my undivided attention.

[text] But with things they way they are I have to figure out a way to let go with having the unfinished business and that's where I'm struggling. This has always been one of my biggest struggles and I genuinely don't know what to do and the doctor doesn't even know how to help me with this. I think the only thing I could do is cut Jared out completely but that's not fair to Sam.

[text] All I know is it's been 8 years of feeling this way about Jared and while my feelings for everyone else have gone away my feelings for him haven't and that feels like it means something to me. If I had a magic cure to make it all stop I'd take it. I'm never trying to hurt you. If I didn't care about your feelings I would have done a lot of stupid shit already.

[text] I'm rambling now as things are coming into my head but the point of everything is that at the end of the day you're the one I want and we're already married so I should be focusing on you and us and not the what ifs because one day they're not gonna matter. And I just have to figure out how to get to that one day without hurting anyone.

text: i just don't think you'll ever be able to let him go. i think it will just mess it all more and you'll want him more and you won't ever be able to let go of him once you get what you want.

text: and i think he just wants you when he wants you. he's playing you and shay. he needs to figure out what he wants before he hurts you more in the process. and you just need to stay away until then so you don't get hurt. like you getting even closer with the idea and then he decides he wants his wife. it ended in a bad spot again.

text: yeah, cutting him out would be the best - pretty sure i mentioned that years ago. But to only talk when it involves sam. not just randomly chatting and sexting with each other.

#/idk if this makes sense lol

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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Shay i can’t. I can’t!!!!!! I finished FMN last night at 5am and i am so happy and sad and feeling all the feels. I’ve been reading that series for years and now that’s it’s done it feels like a chapter of life has closed! I loved the ending and bakugo being with Saki and how he was preparing a nursery!! 🥹🥹 my little fuckin heart dude. I’m so so so happy i read this story years ago and that we have our little relationship over tumblr. Thank you for writing it and giving me enjoyment through your words. You are an angel and I’m so so excited for future works 🖤🖤

HEY!!! I KNOWWW i can't blv it's (technically) over thank you for sticking around all these years!!! it blows my mind that people r still willing to read fmn even after all those slow ass updates LMFAOO. same tho it rly feels like i just finished a core aspect of myself LMAODKSFHS i could cry deadass hdskjfsd but!!! no time for tears!! 🎶 save your teeaaaars for another dayyyy 🎶 i think i got out all my angst with that fic im moving on to fluffier things LMAOO or am i? >:)

but!!! yes!! thank you for reaching out to talk abt it with me and just!! chatting about random things like courses and what not!!! it really really means a lot to me!! looking forward to whenever u drop by to talk again! <3

#sipping tea with shay #fmn rambles #nevergoodenoughforthetruth #stop im smiling so hard u are so LOVELY #twiddling my silly little thumbs together >//<

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queenjess-official · 1 year

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My Story

The start of it all

I created an Etsy Shop, Dharma By Jess, when I lived full time in a van in Southern California. I thought making crystal jewelry would be a fun and easy way to make a little money.

But then I realized having an Etsy shop required more than just making the products...

I realized I needed a logo, a social media platform, and good quality product photos. I had no background in branding, marketing, or product photography, but I was passionate about my new business and decided to teach myself these skills.

The first time I opened photoshop, I cried.

Learning all of these skills was not impossible, with the vast array of YouTube videos at my disposal, I could teach myself anything, but it was hard. It took a lot of time and dedication to become familiar with Adobe, with search engine optimization SEO, and how to use a DSLR camera... but I did it, and I realized I LOVED these new skills I had acquired.

Burn out is a real problem for creative entrepreneurs.

My business was growing and I was getting more orders than I could fulfill on my own. I was a little over my head and was scared to delegate. What if someone else didn't do the work the way I wanted? How would I even going about finding an assistant for my shop? I was overwhelmed and instead of reaching out for help, I shut down my shop.

Other Hats I Wore

Since then I have created numerous other businesses from dog walking to graphic design, I have always loved the act of building new businesses. However, none of these other business ventures ever felt like the right fit for me. I wanted to work for myself I just didn't know what I was passionate about.

(Hint: I was passionate about building businesses! I just didn't realize it yet).

Letting go of control and letting my business flow. At the beginning of 2021 I started what I thought would be the business for me: Jasmine Shay Designs. I was in art school and wanted a platform to sell my art prints online. I already had all the know-how from my other business adventures and was able to grow this new business quickly using instagram as my main marketing platform. But something still wasn't right... Getting out of the "branding box" I nailed the brand aesthetic for Jasmine Shay Designs I was happy with my brand's image and voice, but it didn't feel likefelt like I had to sensor myself and my content in order to fit into this neat little box I had branded for myself. I wanted to share myself fully with my audience, not just this little part of me.

Moving towards what feels exciting.

I was feeling more and more like posting on my business instagram page was a chore. I was posting much more regularly and with excitement on my personal instagram page. So, instead of trying to force myself to promote a business that wasn't feeling exciting, I moved towards what lit me up: my personal page @QueenJess_Official.

The more I let myself flow, to create what felt exciting and authentic, the more I realized I was already a brand.

I think that bares repeating: I was already a brand.

I began to combine all aspects of myself: my yoga practice, my art, my writing, my passion for creating and growing businesses. And voilà The Queen Jess was born.

Through this experience of finding what felt right, being authentic to myself, and following what excited me, I found my passion: helping creative entrepreneurs do the exact same thing:

Find the brand that already lives inside them.

If you're feeling overwhelmed with your business or don't know where to begin, reach out and let's chat.

Jess, The Queen Jess

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carbonatedfeelings · 2 years

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While Shay was making lunch (again, fire-free), Peyton decided to chat with her.

Peyton: “Do you know if there is a lot with a fabricator nearby? I want to work on my aspiration, and I could make more simoleons to help with bills, but fabricators cost so much!”

Shay: “Hmmm... I don’t know much about what makers do [other than make things], but there is an arts center in Oasis Springs. That’s just a loading screen away! You should check there.”

Peyton: “OK. I’ll see if Asher wants to go with me. It’s been a while since I last saw him.” Shay: “That sounds great, Pey! I think getting out with friends is a great idea!”

#TheSims4 #TheSims4Scenario #UnluckyChefMichaels

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dustymarsh · 2 years

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Meet Dusty Marsh

about page / musings / connections below!

longish bio oops // tldr version: is a former rebellious teen, with incredible adoptive parents, has 3 jobs, and killed her twin brother and became a vamp within the last month argargarg

i. The brother and sister duo bounced around homes until at age 10 they were taken in for good by a married couple, the Marshes. Combined they possessed enough patience to last an eternity, which was necessary in raising havoc causing twins. Shay and Royal Marsh did not like to think of what would’ve happened to the twins had they never fallen in love with their rambunctious souls. From day one, the couple was able to communicate with the twins in ways no one else could. Trouble still arose quite often and that was fine, because Dusty and Woods were comfortable approaching their parents with the tough shit. Dusty learned that wasn’t common among her friends, who were often shamed for their wrongdoings by their own flesh and blood. That’s fucked, she remember thinking from that young age.

ii. Woods became an ethereum miner, finding he didn’t mind long hours and dirty work when the pay was damn adequate. Dusty actually finished school, earning degrees in both early childhood development and community work. That’s when life got real busy for the former rebellious teen. First, her mornings were filled with an A.M. kindergarten class at a diverse-species primary school in Obsidian City. Then, not long after, Dusty got involved in helping put on community productions in the Theater District. And lastly (and obviously her favorite), Dusty got to live out the rockstar dream. She’s in an all girl rock band, strumming weekly on the bass and electric guitar. All and all, Dusty’s schedule is packed, hardly any breathing room for herself, let alone time to check in with her brother.

iii. Somewhere along the way, Woods started to distance himself from the family. Dusty, Dusty, Dusty was all his parents chatted about over supper. All of her achievements since she’d grown while he remained the very same. He felt because he’d chosen a life of labor, he was now an unworthy outsider. It led him down a scary path of dealing the ethereum he was mining illegally. Not only could he have been caught by superiors, he was getting himself involved with the shadiest of beings on the island. The expected finally happened. He cut short a promised delivery to a clan of vampires. They threatened him, but the threats fell upon deaf ears, which really was unfortunate. His twin sister received the brunt of it. As a sick twist of fate, before they could celebrate their shared 30th birthday, Dusty was bitten. She was undead, but dead, because she was now a vampire.

iv. That was not the end of Woods’ torture. His sister awoke with a bloodlust like no other. And with no one to stop Dusty from pursuing the natural urges that being a monster entailed, she was led to her twin. Woods was her very first feeding, the feeding that solidified her future as an immortal. He was dead and drained completely by the time Dusty was finished. Her grief, of course, was immeasurable. Without a soul to guide her through transition, Dusty has been struggling and fights the frequent urge to feed from more humans. Nobody can know, or everything changes. Not Shay and Royal, nor her bandmates, or the co-workers at the elementary school. To cover her own tracks, she’s allowed Obsidian City to believe her twin, Woods Marsh, was a drug dealer. A drug dealer who’s disappeared after mixing himself up in an incorrect crowd. The only people looking for him now were their parents.

connections: Let’s search for the rumored Keys of Ember, a set of five magical and charmed keys once belonging to an elder (and now deceased) fae named Embertine. No key has EVER been found. Until... now. What doth they unlock? Well, the keeper of the keys will have said treasure revealed to them when each one is in their possession.

looking for 1-2 other individuals with their own skillsets and motivations for wanting to find this hidden/rumored treasure

this plot will be “slowburn” and involve heavy, gritty themes at times and require a lil lil dedication b/c i would love to build some island lore with you all!

also would love to build deep connections from this plot so come prepared to cry!!!! LMAO

#ethereumintro

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severide-kelly · 2 years

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My Season 11 Wish is a Friend for Kelly

One thing I really want the show to do in S11, is to give Kelly a new friend!

He's quite a loner by nature, but with the progression of the show, he's sort of lost all the people he was close to now.

Shay was his best friend and is obviously gone now. Casey has moved away and was probably the person who became his best friend after Shay. He and Gabby had a lot of scenes where it was clear they were friends. They lived together for a long time as well, so it's natural they would become friends, but again, she's moved on.

And sadly, I don't see anyone on the show being a great fit.

Cruz and he have a fair amount of scenes together now. With Cruz being the other main character in Squad, they do often pair them together, but I feel like Cruz being a member of Squad and Kelly being the Lt. it's always going to make the relationship a little harder. They get on well, but it's not a natural fit.

Herrmann they kinda dabbled a little with Herrmann being a fill-in for Casey with the cigar chats and it was a cute scene, but it didn't feel like they really wanted to hang out together and I can't imagine Severide hanging out with him much. I think they're both a little too grouchy to bond.

Stella is obviously his friend, but no one just wants to forever see these two together. Stella has Violet and Brett as well. Kelly needs the counterpoint to just Stella scenes because if he has other people to have drama with, they can just give Stellaride a happy marriage. Yay!

Tony & Capp have never been more than comic relief/bit players. I'd love to see more from them, but I can't imagine them getting deeply involved in stories. And for the same reason they'll never develop Cruz and Severide I feel the same with these two as well. Severide is always going to be their boss.

Everyone else on Truck. All the others on truck Mouch, Ritter, Gallo... they also just don't work. Mouch has his own bromance with Herrmann, and Gallo, Ritter and Violet also have their own little side group going on.

Boden. We love Boden, But he's the boss. And while he's close to a lot of the firehouse, he's always got to keep a bit of a distance. Plus, he did go on a fishing trip(s) with Casey & Severide so whether just the two would ever go, it's still something we very rarely see.

So, what's the answer? A newbie! Boden talked about having a 5th person on Squad again when Gallo was interested. Clearly, Severide was asking because Gallo wanted to come to Squad and then changed his mind. But what if Boden decided it was a good idea and did it anyway, and it creates a vacancy? It would be good if someone from another established local firehouse transferred, someone Kelly knows so we can believe there's a bit of a bond already and the same way Rice had a different bond with Kelly, we could get a new dynamic, but without all the fighting because everyone hated Rice, lol!

Severide really needs someone else to interact with.

#Kelly Severide

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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This Time

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Series: One Shot

Warning/s: None

Word Count: 727

Summary: Matt is reunited with a familiar face upon moving to Portland, and he's not letting her get away this time

"Matt Casey!?"

Matt jumped, turning quickly to find the source of that all too familiar voice, locking eyes with you instantly from across the ap floor.

"Y/N?" Matt blinked, not quite believing his eyes as you broke out into a grin, making your way from where you had been stood by the entrace to where he was rolling up one of the hoses for the truck.

He dusted his hands off and stood up straight, meeting you in the middle for a hug. "What are you doing here?" You asked, suprised to see him to say the least, especially wearing Portland FD uniform.

"What am I doing here?" Matt repeated, holding you at arms length, "what are you doing here?"

"I moved here last year," you explained.

"I moved here last week," Matt told you, both laughing at the coincidence of it all.

"Matt Casey, lives in Portland?" You questioned in disbelief, "the Matt Casey, who lives, breathes, and bleeds for Chicago, Matt Casey?"

He shrugged, "a lots changed since we last saw each other."

"God, how long has it been?" You couldn't quite remember exactly.

"What, 6/7 years?" Matt guessed, and that sounded about right, you'd moved out of Chicago when you'd matched with a hospital out of state for your residency. "I thought you were in LA."

"I was, for a while, but I got offered an attending position here last year that was too good to pass up on," you clarified.

Matt gestured with his head for you to follow him as you talked, leading you towards his office where you could sit and chat.

"What about you anyway? I didn't think you'd ever move out of Chicago," you said. Matt had built his life around that place, and 51 was his family, he must have had a good reason.

"You remember Griffin and Ben Darden?" He asked, and you nodded. You'd met 51 through Gabby and Shay, working in the ED when they'd come in with a particularly difficult patient. You'd helped each other out and became fast friends, soon joining 51 as an honourary member of the firehouse, so of course you remembered the Dardens.

"Well, they moved up here with their mom a few years back, and she's in prison again. They've been in a bad place, needed a guardian, and... I couldn't turn my back on them," he told you the basics.

You smiled, "no, I can't imagine you could, I seem to remember you never turning your back on anyone who needed you."

"Well, I seem to remember you being the same way," he smiled back at you, a moments silence as you looked into each others eyes before you both quickly looked away.

Okay, so you'd been more than friends with a certain someone in the firehouse for a time. You'd been good together, you and Matt, but it wasn't the right time for either of you, Matt was an established Lieutenant in a firehouse he loved, and you were a med student unsure of your place.

"I can't believe we ran into each other like this," Matt said after a moment, breaking the silence, "oh, what are you even doing in this firehouse?" He asked, only just realising that that itself was strange.

You laughed, "right, well, these guys brought in a patient a few weeks ago from a fire, a 10 year old boy, serious burns, had to be put in a medically induced coma."

Matt nodded knowingly, "I heard about that."

"Well, I found out that he's awake, his parents have been with him all morning, it'll be a long road but... it looks like he'll be okay," you said, "I wanted to tell everyone in person, they all seemed quite invested."

"Good to hear," Matt said, "seems like you've gravitated towards another firehouse, huh?"

You laughed, "you know me."

"Yeah I do, or, I used to," Matt said wistfully.

"Well, maybe you can again, since we're both living here," you suggested.

"I'd like that," Matt said definitively, looking at you again in a way you'd nearly forgotten. "I get off in the morning, you want to grab a coffee? If you're free of course, catch up properly."

"I'd like that."

You hadn't left things in the best way, but you hadn't been in the right places then, maybe things could be different this time.

#matt casey #chicago fire #one chicago #matt casey imagine #chicago fire imagine #joe cruz #chicago fire imagines #one chicago imagine #one chicago imagines #one shot

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bbywonu · 2 years

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thanks, jaemin. jisung.

masterlist

a/n: hi hi, i’m so sorry that I was away for a while. my writing is probably quite rough so i hope that you all will excuse that. I didn’t really check for errors so i’m sorry in advance. anyways, have a good day <3

requested: no <3

summary: shy !idolreader has crush on shy jisung. also cheeky jaemin... yw.

word count: 4k

[Y/n’s POV]

Sitting in the studio, I stretched my arms out as I reached to touch the tips of my toes. I shivered as my hand grazed the cold hardwood floor, causing me to bring my knees up to my chest and hug them as I looked for warmth.

Shay was currently messing with the radio as she was trying to connect it to Bluetooth. We were trying to work on getting the finishing touches of our dance down, but anybody could tell that we were beyond exhausted. This was the hardest routine out of all of our other ones and unfortunately, we just couldn’t get the moves quite right. This, of course, led to late practices and sleepless nights.

I heard someone clap as they signaled it was time for us to get back to practice. I let out a short sigh as I hoisted myself up off the ground. Getting into our positions, we went over the routine once again. Judging from the less than satisfactory glances that our choreographer was giving us, we could tell that we hadn’t done well. He soon called it a night as we all packed our bags and headed out.

My feet ached as I padded across the cold floor of my room. Usually late at night one would be able to hear the distant sound of the tv buzzing in the background as all of us talked amongst ourselves. Tonight however was different. You could probably hear the sound of a pin drop. The exhaustion that was spread among us was obvious as I could tell that it had hit all of us hard.

The next morning didn’t change my mind that it would be any different from the rest. Luckily, we were allowed an extra hour of sleep as we didn’t have to be at the studio just yet. Even with the extra hour given, we still arose just as groggy. The morning had a slow start to it as everyone seemed to move their feet as slow as they could in hope that we would be able to rest a little longer.

Arriving at the studio, I set my bag down before I let out a tired yawn. Our choreographer was the complete opposite of how we looked. He was stretching slightly as he was gleefully talking away with the other staff members. On the other hand, you had us who were trying to collect ourselves and not seem like we had just woken up.

As practice drug on throughout the day, our instructor called it quits as he looked happy with the work that we had been putting in. We began to see minor improvements in our routine which ended up uplifting our moods quite a bit. Currently we were all sitting down as we gossiped and chatted about to one another. I lifted my head as I heard the practice room door open only to reveal a familiar group of guys come in. I checked my phone to see what the time was as I started to wonder if we had stayed too late.

Ji-a called for all of us to pack our stuff as she apologized to the group for us staying so late as we didn’t want to be in their way. Zipping up my bag, I turned my head to steal glances from the group once again. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized that I had made eye contact with Jisung. My face burned as I packed up my duffel bag, trying hard not to make eye contact with him once more. We had met a few times on separate occasions, him always being polite and inviting towards me.

No matter how little we had interacted with each other, I still found myself to be quite attracted to him. I found his supposed ‘shy’ persona to be quite charming, which didn’t help my schoolgirl crush at all. When he was around me, he was actually quite talkative and made me feel accepted and at ease. Mark waved us off saying that they didn’t mind sharing the studio at all. However shy I was, and however awkward Mark was, we actually grew to be close friends. Usually he was the one who would talk and put in the effort in our conversations, but I honestly didn’t mind. In fact, I was glad that he took the time to talk to me and help me get out of my comfort zone.

He waved at me as I was finished packing up, signaling for me to come over to the corner where he and Jaemin stood. Jaemin was another person that I had grown to be friends with since he was always outgoing. He often reminded me of my brother, which made me feel more at home whenever I was around him. As I made my way over to them, much to my dismay, Jaemin tousled my hair as he greeted me with a warm embrace.

“Hey!” I squirmed out of his arms as I let out a chuckle. “I’m already sweaty, and now you’re messing up my hair too?”

Jaemin didn’t answer me though, instead I was met with his laughter that signaled his satisfaction. I couldn’t help but let out a small smile as I looked at the two of them. Even though we would see each other in passing, our groups different schedules would often collide with each other. Unfortunately, because NCT is as large of a group as they are, it only makes their schedule that much more hectic.

“How come you haven’t been around lately?” Mark questioned. Before I had time to answer, Jaemin cut him off, “-yeah, we were playing Uno last night and you didn’t even show up.” He looked at me accusingly.

“First off, I didn’t even know that you knew how to play Uno because it’s such a strategic game.” I mocked him, making sure to put emphasis on the ‘such’. “And secondly, I’m sure you guys don’t have time to hang out with me anymore.”

Jaemin scoffed while Mark put a hand over his heart.

“Ouch, Y/n. You know that’s not true.”

“I’m just messing with you guys. I know that you guys are always super packed with your schedules.” I readjusted the strap of the duffle bag as I shifted it onto my other shoulder. “Besides, I didn’t even get an invite.”

“Yes, you did.” Mark stated. “Jisung was supposed to invite you.”

“Oh?” I felt my stomach bundle up with nerves at the mention of his name. I tried to rack my brain of why I hadn’t received an invite. On the outside, I did my best to keep a poker face in hopes that they wouldn’t notice the slight tinge of pink to my cheeks. “Well, that’s alright. I guess it just didn’t come through.”

I noticed that Ji-a was summoning me towards the exit, hinting that it was time to take our leave. I nodded at her and turned my head back towards the boys. They had a disoriented look on their faces, ones that seemed to go unnoticed by me. I told them my goodbyes as they wished me and my members lots of rest for our upcoming performances.

[3rd Person POV]

“How come you didn’t send her a message?” Mark hovered over Jisung as he looked at him with interrogating eyes. It was quite a humorous situation, really. Mark stood up straight as to try and match Jisung’s lean height. However, Jisung failed to notice Mark’s tactic.

“I was going too, I guess I just forgot.” Jisung said as he scratched the nape of his neck. Jisung had been listening to their conversation with Y/n, but refrained from making conversation in hopes that she wouldn’t question him.

Jaemin squinted his eyes at Jisung as he tried to figure out if there was any ulterior motive to his words. Mark and Jisung eventually turned back to the rest of the group as Jaemin continued thinking to himself. There was certainly a possibility that Jisung had forgotten to text her. After all, he is quite clumsy at times. However, he didn’t have time to think about it any longer as Mark declared that practice was starting. He shook it off, registering that he was most likely overthinking the whole situation.

Jisung begrudgingly got up to shut the window as a cool breeze sent a shiver up his spine. He shuddered as he finished latching it, making sure to seal out any cool air that may come in. He slowly walked towards the wall outlet to check his phone’s battery percentage. In the middle of the room, Jaemin made his way over as he had a sly look placed upon his face.

“Hm. Seems like your phone works just fine.” Jaemin look at him mischievously, squatting down next to him so that they were on the same level. Jisung looked confused as he racked his brain to think back to earlier conversations that they had about his phone. Jaemin chuckled quietly, as he could tell that he had left him slightly confused.

“I just thought I ought to point that out to you since you didn’t send a text to Y/n.”

“I never said my phone didn’t work, I just said that I forgot.” Jisung spoke a little too softly. Jaemin took this as his sign to continue teasing the younger member.

“I know what you said. I’m just a little confused. You see, I weighed the options about if you were telling the truth or not about texting her and I have come to a conclusion.” Jaemin had a cocky smirk planted upon his face as he was trying to get a rise out of his friend.

“Which is?” At this point, Jisung’s palms were beginning to perspire. He looked up at Jaemin, trying to act unfazed at his peculiar antics.

“You have a thing for Y/n.” Jaemin said confidently.

Jisung’s forehead creased in shock. How did he know? Was it that obvious? As far as Jisung was concerned, Chenle was the only one who knew about his feelings towards her.

“How did you know?” Jisung admitted defeatedly. He looked at him with curious eyes as he waited in anticipation.

“Oh, I just guessed.” Jaemin let out a boisterous laugh as he swiftly patted Jisung on the back. “You were quiet for a second, so I suppose it had to be true.”

“That’s not fair! You tricked me!” Jisung shouted at him as he pointed his finger threateningly. This only made Jaemin laugh harder as he held his stomach, tears beginning to spill from his eyes. By now, all of the Dream members were watching the scene unfold, confused as to what was going on.

“What are you laughing about?” Haechan asked, making his way towards the duo. He sipped from a water bottle as he looked at Jaemin with a funny look on his face, secretly wanting to be in on the joke as well.

“Jisung has-” Jaemin didn’t get to finish his sentence when he was suddenly tackled from behind by Jisung. However, he didn’t seem to mind the younger one’s advances to stop him. He seemed to be too focused on laughing at the whole situation.

Eventually, Jaemin stopped squirming and Jisung hesitantly let him go, making sure to watch his every movement. Jaemin gave Jisung one last wide grin as he pulled him in for a whisper, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

With a sigh of relief, he felt like he could breathe again. Jaemin sprung up from his spot on the floor and met Haechan halfway, who was still curious about the commotion. There was a pit in Jisung’s stomach as Jaemin threw his arm around Haechan and guided him towards another direction. Surely, he would keep his word? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if everyone knew. Jisung weighed his options for a moment more. On one hand, he wouldn’t be ready to face the teasing that came from his members. On the other hand, he could get to know Y/n better.

He sighed in distress of his current situation. After all, Jaemin was correct. He had been lying about forgetting to text Y/n. He let his nerves get to him, which resulted in him not texting her at all. He was annoyed at himself that he let his emotions get in the way of seeing her. He longed to see her once again, to admire her beautiful smile. He smiled to himself as he thought about their brief interactions that they had had in the past. He sighed in annoyance once again that he had been to afraid to speak more to her.

From the corner of his eye, Jisung saw a shadow move towards his direction to which Chenle promptly sat beside him. This time, Jisung sighed internally as he seemed to be having a silent argument with himself.

“What were y’all arguing about?” Chenle said with a laugh.

“Y/n.”

“Oh, did you tell him?” He asked.

“No, he guessed.”

“Yeah, if you look close then it’s pretty obvious.” He said without hesitation. Jisung almost choked on air at his friend’s nonchalant answer. Chenle continued to watch his phone, unaware of his friend’s jumbled state.

“It is? How?” Jisung looked at him in bewilderment. He thought back to all the times the members had brought her up. Was it in his favor? Were they trying to get a rise out of him? Surely not.

“You always try to find a way to talk to her or be by her when she’s around. You’re usually quiet and awkward.” Chenle said, not skipping a beat. “That’s not a bad thing. It’s quite funny to watch really.”

Jisung looked like a deer in headlights. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how obvious his infatuation with her was. He looked down at his hands in embarrassment, his cheeks revealing a pink hue. He wanted to tell Y/n his feelings towards her, truly he did, but the fear rejection kept him from doing so.

“So, what should I do?” Jisung voiced aloud. A tiny voice in his head told him to keep the subject at bay, but if he didn’t act on it right now, how would Y/n ever know that he had feelings towards her.

“Well, for starters you could invite her to one of our game nights.” Chenle smacked Jisung on his back as he let out a hearty laugh. In all truth, Chenle wanted to see Jisung and Y/n together more than anybody. As soon as Jisung had told him about his small crush on the girl, he instantly understood the connection.

It was often said that opposites attract, but seemingly so, that wasn’t the case for these two. Jisung, on one hand, was shy and awkward towards new people. Though, every once in a while he would show people his bold and rather comedic personality. Y/n, on the other hand, was also shy but less awkward. She tended to stay quiet out of courtesy in order to let her other members speak.

[Y/n’s POV]

I jumped as the door opened swiftly, as if expecting my arrival, which they were. I was soon faced by Jaemin who was grinning from head to toe. He ruffled my hair as he pushed me into their dorm. As soon as I stepped foot into the entrance, my nose was hit with the delicious smell of pizza. Frankly, I didn’t care what I ate at the moment. All I knew was that I was hungry.

As I walked in, Jeno was the first one to greet me with yet another hair ruffle. He graciously offered me a slice of pizza, to which I gratefully accepted. I made my way to the table to fix myself a plate, but was stopped shortly after by a hand tapping on my shoulder. I turned around with a slight frown, upset that I had been interrupted from getting food. However, I was soon face-to-face with Jisung - or should I say face-to-chest.

I swallowed hard as he looked at me with wide eyes. I couldn’t help but admire his features, the same exact features that drew me towards him. He was wearing his grey hoodie, one that he would often wear when he went to practice, I noticed. He made the hoodie look so comfortable, or perhaps it was he himself who was comfy.

“Y/n?” I snapped back to reality as I heard him call my name. I hadn’t even realized I was zoning out until he said something.

“Sorry! What were you saying?” I ducked my head down as I was slightly embarrassed that I hadn’t been paying attention. The ends of his lips curled up into a small smile as he cleared his throat to speak again. I tried to hold a chuckle in as I saw that he had a pizza stain on his hoodie. It was small, but still noticeable.

“I was wondering if we could talk for a moment?” He pointed away from him, signaling he wanted to go away from prying eyes.

I nodded enthusiastically as he led the way to what I can only imagine was his bedroom. I laughed to myself as I looked around his room. You could tell that an effort had been made to clean the room. Unfortunately, the ‘effort’ consisted of clothes being thrown under the bed, a makeshift bed, and an overfilled trashcan that was barely noticeable as it hid in the corner of the room. Nevertheless, I appreciated the effort.

Jisung rubbed the back of his neck as he gestured to his room. His eyes barely met mine as he began to stumble over his words avidly trying to apologize for the state of his room. I laughed softly at him.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. He looked at me hesitantly, almost like he was trying to see if I was telling the truth or not. “I promise.”

I gave him a small smile as I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He must have sensed my discomfort because he quickly pulled his desk chair out for me to sit in. I gladly took it as I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. He sat himself on the bed seeing as there wasn’t any more chairs in the room. He looked to be in deep thought because I could see a few crease lines upon his forehead as he situated himself to get more comfortable.

“I just wanted to say that I was sorry for not sending you an invite last time.” His eyes failed to meet mine as he seemed rather intrigued on his fingernails. I looked up at him confused at his demeanor.

“Oh, that’s all? I thought you were gonna tell me a deep dark secret or something.” I looked over at him as I laughed about the whole situation. Was that really all that he wanted to talk about? It could have been a big deal to him, but he shouldn’t feel bad about it.

“No, no dark secret here.” He laughed awkwardly as his eyes finally met mine. A small smile played on his lips as looked visibly more comfortable. “I was just nervous that was all. Sorry, I called you in here.”

He briskly got up as I followed right behind him to the door. What a silly conversation. Yet, my heart still swooned a little at the thought that he had wanted to talk to me and apologize in person. I thought that it was a kind gesture to do over something so small. Even so, a thought popped into my head about our conversation just now that made me stop in my tracks.

“Wait, what?” I looked at him curiously. He stopped at the door frame and turned back to me, confused about what I was asking. I continued, “Why were you nervous?”

He looked like I had asked him a hard question. His face seemed to glaze over as you could tell that he was deep in thought. I let him ponder for a bit more as I smiled awkwardly to myself, unsure if I should snap him from his trance or not. I decided to go with it as I quietly called his name. His head snapped up and he spoke as if he was at a loss for words.

“I said that? Okay. I just- I was- I was” He stuttered along. I could tell that he was getting himself worked up. I squinted my eyes at him as I nodded along with him, acting as if I knew what he was gonna say. To be fair, it was a little comical.

“Jisung.” I offered him a warm smile. He took a breath before looking at me. His eyes felt like they were piercing through mine. I felt breathless while I was looking at him. He could make my heart flutter without even doing anything.

“I was nervous” He ended the eye contact that we had. He became interested in his hands once more, struggling to get his words out. “because I have feelings for you.”

His eyes widened as he realized what he had blurted out. I could practically feel the metaphorical sweat dripping down his face. I had my mouth slightly ajar from his confession.

“I don’t know why Y/n. I know we haven’t talked a lot but there’s just something about you that makes me feel like a better version of myself. To be honest, I didn’t even know if I should tell you because I was nervous about how you would react.” He paused his rant to look at my face, seeing that my mouth was still opened slightly. He continued, “I know you probably don’t feel the same way but I was talking to Jaemin and he said that it’s better to put my feelings out in the open rather than keeping them in. And I-”

“Jisung!” I cut off his rambling. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe I have feelings for you too?”

Now this, I could tell, sent him into shock. He suddenly yanked his head up as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I could physically see the cogs in his brain working overtime as I looked at him. I didn’t even have time to be embarrassed by my feelings, I was too overjoyed to care. I felt like I was on top of the world. How could he have ever thought that I would reject him?

“You do?” He said once he finally pulled himself together. Slowly but surely a smile crept up onto his face.

“You do?” A voice shouted from around the corner.

Jisung and I whipped our heads around the corner of his room only to be met with the praying eyes of Jaemin. He looked sheepish as he stood up from his crouched position. I stifled a laugh at the situation that had just unfolded. Only this time, my cheeks burned as I realized he had most likely been listening in on our conversation.

“What? I don’t get a thank you?” He folded his arms looking at us pointedly. He straightened out his back as he practically skipped back down the hallway. I subconsciously rolled my eyes as I let out a chuckle. Jisung scoffed, looking annoyed that we had been spied on.

“Thanks, Jaemin.” I called out, his back disappearing from our sight. I could still hear his feet padding along the hardwood floor in the other room. There was no doubt about it that he was going to tell the rest of the members. I guess Jisung and I would just have to deal with that later.

"Uh-huh.” Jaemin yelled back.

Jisung couldn’t help but laugh as he looked back at me, and then towards the ground. “Yeah. Thanks, Jaemin.” He looked back up at me as a playful smile played along his lips.

“Well, shall we?” He gestured back to the kitchen.

My eyes creased as I gave him a smile.

“We shall.”

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