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croimilis · 2 years

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The Arrangement

title: the arrangement

characters: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x doctor!mitchell!reader (rooster calls them angel)

words: 20k +

themes: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fake dating (minor), fluff, , smut, mutual pinning, idiots not realising they’re in love

rating: 18+

warnings: female identifying reader and female anatomy used, mentions of parental and canon character death, panic attacks, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), rooster has a lieutenant kink, rooster in dress whites, praise kink, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, cream pie, overstimulation

summary: 'he laughed, my darling you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul' @atticuspoetry

You and rooster made an arrangement when you were 18 years old, that if either of you needed a date to an event and you were both single you would be each others date, you try your best to be at every celebration and ceremony for your education and respective careers. you managed to keep this up for a while, but the life of a doctor and the life of a navy aviator never seem to line up and suddenly you find yourself not only cities but countries away from one another and the arrangement falls to the background of your minds that is until you move to San Diego and Rooster finds himself calling on your arrangement one last time.

a/n: this ended up being sooo long and i am (not) sorry about it, i got so carried away with it. also this is the dress i imagined when writing this. also, i don’t consistently refer to Rooster as Bradley or Rooster in this, it switches so often. i also apologise if the smut is bad, i don’t write it often. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT this is an 18+ piece, I will be checking blogs that interact so please have an age indicator somewhere on your blog. this is part of the ‘fly me to the moon universe’

Rooster was sure the world stopped the minute you walked through the doors behind your father, it had been over 10 years since he had last seen you and yet he knew it was you instantly. If anybody asked, he would say it was your eyes that gave you away as being (Y/N) Florence-Mitchell. The same emerald green as your father, full of life and happiness as they crinkled at the sides when you smiled at Penny across the bar, giving your soon to be step mother a wave as your father guided you through the crowd and straight towards the group of aviators that made up the dagger squadron.

Realising your destination, Rooster's heart began to beat erratically as he stood from his bent position where he had been planning on taking his shot at the pool table, causing a confused look and a 'dude' from Hangman. Out of all the ways he had imagined and dreamed about reuniting with you, he never would have imagined it happened in Fightertown, never mind at the Hard Deck.

Yet here you are, getting closer and closer and he swears his heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest. You're beautiful, you always had been but what had once been a soft and innocent beauty when you were younger and never knew a life without Bradley had turned into sharp edges and maturity as you found what it meant to be your own person without him. He was awestruck to put it lightly as his eyes stalked you through the bar until you were standing just at the other end of the pool table, Mavericks arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as he made introductions.

“Everybody this is my daughter, Dr (Y/N) Florence-Mitchell.” With a smile you rolled your eyes at your father's insistence on using your title, he was very proud of everything you accomplished in your life and career and while he very rarely actually used the words ‘I’m proud of you’ he always made sure to show it when he showed you off to other people. “Please call me (Y/N/N)”

With pleasant smiles and shaking hands everyone introduced themselves, though you had heard about all of them so many times you were sure you could pick out each and everyone member of the dagger squad by name if you tried. Your eyes moved over them all the same as they introduced themselves, taking in their features and finally putting faces to names. Maverick was the absolute worst at having pictures on his phone, preferring to keep a hard copy of photos in his hanger and you were never around the hanger anymore, much to busy with your own life that you could only really talk to your father over the phone, especially considering he was usually on the other side of the country or world. But maybe now that dagger squad had become a permanent fixture at Top Gun for whenever they were needed and you had taken a job in San Diego (that Mav was still completely unaware of) you would see the old man a little more.

Your eyes finally made their way to the other side of the pool table where the WSO Bob sat with a small smile on his face as he introduced himself, finally your eyes met with Roosters and he swears he nearly melted at the sight, at the friendliness and tenderness towards him that remained after all these years, and your smile. God your smile still made him weak at the goddamn knees and he silently curses to himself about how you still have such an effect on him and how he should be over his silly childhood crush. “Bradley”

Walking around the pool table, Rooster gladly opens his arms for you as you unwrap your father from your shoulder and meet him in the middle, wrapping your arms around his torso as he wraps his around your shoulders, placing a kiss to your forehead as he does. It was comforting, to the both of you, it was something he always did before you grew apart, when you were still an everyday presence in each other's lives. You had missed it. It had been far too long since you had even spoken to each other, never mind seeing each other. “Hey angel.”

The familiarity of the nickname warms you from the inside, or maybe that was just the heavy radiating of Bradley as he held you in his arms. Or maybe it was the flush slowly spreading up your body and making its way to your face as you relish in how nice it feels to be held by him once again, or maybe it is because you're thinking about just how handsome Bradley had become since you last saw him.

He had always had a bit of boyish charm about him, that cheeky smile he usually sported that was so similar to that of his fathers always drew the ladies in when he was turned their way pair that with the fact that he was always athletic and fit and you had a deadly combination that turned Rooster into quite the heart throb when he was younger. But now, you swear he's never looked better, even as he sports that ridiculous mustache he started growing when he was in college, all rugged muscles and that same charming smile alongside the new air of confidence and maturity that was unrecognizable to you.

Never one to have a moment taken from him, the voice of Hangman forces the two of you to seperate, though you still stand close to one another. “How long you in town for?” With a gentle chuckle you cross yours arms over your chest and appraise but your father and Bradley before you answered, they both looked expectant. You had told your father you were in Fighter town for around 2 weeks but had yet to drop the bombshell that you were relocating to San Diego permanently.

“Well I’m in Fighter town for the next 2 weeks, staying at an air bnb close to the base.” You eyed your father as he sent you a small glare, he didn’t know you were coming and so he couldn’t insist on you staying with him and Penny and that was deliberate not only did you want to surprise him but you wanted your own space, somewhere you could retreat too if need be and have some time to yourself because you were sure that every moment he could your father would be at your side to make up for not only the time he missed as an adult but the time he missed out on when you were a kid. “But after that…I am permanently relocating to San Diego.”

You had to bite your lip to stop the giggle that tickled your throat as both Bradley and Maverick whipped their heads round to stare at you, mouths and eyes wide with shock. “(Y/N) (M/N) Florence-Mitchell!” You had to giggle at your dad’s tone as you turned to look at him with innocent eyes and a small smirk, “Yes?” Though Mav tried his hardest to look stern and serious, ready to scold you for not telling him, he can’t help but smile at the fact that you weren’t going to be so far away now.

“What?” Now you turned to Bradley, who’s shocked expression had lessened a little but you could tell from the pinch of his brows and the down turn of his lips that he was still confused. “I wanted to surprise my dad, that was the whole purpose of this trip. Safe to say I surprised him. But I uh, I got offered head of the ED and trauma at one of the hospitals in San Diego a few weeks back and I accepted it. Spent the last few weeks sorting out a place to live and getting ready to move, I start there in 3 weeks.”

Strong arms wrap around you as Maverick brings you into a tight hug with a chuckle and a kiss to your forehead. “That's amazing news kid.” As he lets you go, your eyes meet with Bradley’s and you smile at him, which he reciprocates before turning to Phoenix who pulls his attention away from you and back to the pool game they were playing.

Though now he was playing much worse than he was before, he was sloppy as his eyes followed you as you flitted between the crowd of aviators getting to know everyone and he was sure Phoenix would kick his ass in the morning for making them lose against the tag-team of Hangman and Coyote but he couldn’t bring himself to care, though she wasn’t really going to catching onto the love sick look on her friends face the minute he caught sight of you. All he cared about was the fact that you were here and even when you left you would only be 30 minutes away from him and he was determined to not let you slip out of his life once again.

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The next time Bradley sees you is three days later, not that he’s counting or anything, and the squad are on the beach playing some dog fight football to relax after a grueling training session with Maverick. You had been at the Hard Deck with Penny and Amelia looking at some bridesmaid dresses for the pair of you to wear at the upcoming wedding of Penny and Maverick, your eyes occasionally moving from the laptop in front of you down the beach to where they were playing. You had to admit it was quite the sight and you just couldn’t help yourself from watching, I mean who could blame you.

The sight of the 12 aviators, excluding Hondo and Mav who were now sitting on the sidelines enjoying just watching their squad enjoy themselves, shirtless and sweaty would make even a nun stop and stare. But your eyes were on one particular aviator and his on you, it seemed that every time you looked over his eyes were already on you, a smirk on his face as he sends a wink your way that has you rolling your eyes everytime.

“So… you and Rooster.” Penny’s voice pulls you away from your staring and you turn to her with a questioning look that she rolls her eyes at with a scoff. “Oh come on (Y/N), I’m not blind. I can see the way you two look at each other, you can’t tell me there’s nothing there.”

With a gentle huff, you fold your arms and place them on the table in front of you, pushing your laptop forward slightly as you do, “There is nothing there Penny. He was my best friend for 23 years and then we drifted apart, him busy becoming one of the best naval pilots currently serving and me busy becoming the best doctor I could.” A soft hmm falls from Penny’s lips, one that perfectly conveys a very sarcastic ‘I believe you’, “Are you sure about that? You didn’t see the way his entire face lit up when he saw you in the Hard Deck the other day, I swear that boy looked like he was on cloud 9 the minute he held you in his arms,”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head at your step mother and tell her once again that there is nothing romantic about your relationship with Bradley. At least now anyway, but you would never tell her about the fact you’re pretty sure you were in love with him in college. “Bullshit.” Eyes widening in shock, you turn to Amelia with your mouth open and she at least looks a little bashful about her outburst obviously not meaning to say it out loud as her cheeks flush a little and her mouth gapes a little.

“Sorry,” her eyes flit to her mother, expecting to be scolded but Penny is simply watching her with amusement in her eyes, “but it’s true.” Leaning forward in her chair, Amelia places her head in her palm as her eyes flit between you and the aviators on the beach. “Look, I know I’m only a teenger and I know nothing about relationship and being in love and all that adult stuff” at the words ‘adult stuff’ she uses air quotes that makes you let out a small chuckle, “but Rooster looks at you the same way Mav looks at Mom, and from the photos I’ve seen the way Goose looked at your aunt Carole.”

Moving to look down the beach once again, you smile as you see the aviators carrying Bob about on their shoulders with a small chant of his name, Rooster is once again looking at you and this time you give him a small wave and a smile as he offers you a salute in return. Behind your back, Penny and Amelia share a knowing glance and a smile seeing how completely fucking gone you were for Bradley Bradshaw. “Why don’t you go bring them down some bears to cool them off? Maybe you and Rooster can talk a little.”

Though you rolled your eyes, knowing Penny was simply scheming, you did as she suggested, pilling some beer into a cooler she had on hand and carrying it down the beach to where your dad and the rest of the squad sat as they took a breather. Placing a kiss to your dad’s cheek as he turned his head towards you and greeted you with a gentle ‘hey honey’ you smile at the aviators as you set the cooler on the sand as you announce your presence to the rest of the group. “I bring gifts”

You’re meet with a chorus of thanks and greetings, and of course a flirty remark from Hangman who got hit up the side of the head thanks to Phoenix who had planted herself next to the Texan which caused you to let out a laugh as you bent down to open up the cooler and begin handing out the cold beers, and soda for Bob. As you go to hand Rooster one he smiles at you and instead of taking the beer from you, offers his hand out, palm facing up as if asking to take your hand, “Walk with me angel?”

You nod your head gently and place the bear back in the cooler, placing your freehand in his to allow him to guide you through the lounging aviators that were lying haphazardly across the sand. Though Rooster’s hand was sweaty, you had to admit to yourself that you enjoyed the few seconds in which your hand was clasped in his. It reminded you of simpler times, walking to school hand-in-hand as your mothers walked behind the two of you, playing with his fingers as you lay on his bed as he lamented about the most recent girl whose heart he broke by telling them he wasn’t interested, and even of less simple times where you would hold onto his hand in the hospital waiting rooms as his mom's health began to decline, and him holding yours the day you got the call that your mom had been in a major accident involving a drunk driver and he drove you all the way from Virginia to your home town, holding onto one another at the funerals of both Carole and your mother as if you were the last people you both had in the world, and in a way you were. While Maverick was very much present in your life now as an adult, growing up he was never really around throwing himself into missions and detachments to distract from the pain of losing Goose, you saw him at holidays and birthdays and got a few letters through the year if you were lucky, but you really only had your mom, your aunt Carole, and Bradley until you were an adult.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rooster’s voice cut through your thoughts and you let out a soft little ‘hmm’ as you came back to reality and looked over to him, ignoring the fact that his hand was still in yours despite it no longer needing to be, “I lost you there for a second angel, where’d you drift of to?”

You gave him a sad smile and looked out to the ocean as you walked, “Just thinking about how the last time I held your hand was my mom’s funeral.” He let out a soft ‘oh’ and gave your hand a soft squeeze as you turned round to face him once again. “And about how much I’ve missed you B.”

You always knew you missed Bradley, he had been such a constant in your life with your mom and aunt Carole being best friends that bought houses right next to each other and were basically co-parents for the pair of you growing up and by the point you were in high school the two of you were attached at the hip, only really seen without the other when in classes you didn’t share together, hell, you even ended up at the same college as one another when the time came.

So when you slowly faded out of each other's lives it was like you slowly lost a part of yourself, you always found yourself wanting to turn to Rooster whenever anything important happened. Like when you did your first solo surgery during your internship in Seattle, or when you meet the guy you thought you were gonna marry only for him to turn round and break your heart, though if you were being honest you weren’t as upset about that as you should have been, or even to tell him about the little things in life like the day you went to the pound with a friend and ended up coming home with a little scruff ball of a dog who turned out to be part german shepherd and grew up with the size to prove it.

Even after 10 years, you still found yourself thinking ‘I should tell Bradley about this’ and then getting disheartened when you realise, you can’t. You had no real way of contacting him, you knew you could reach out to Maverick but that felt like crossing a line, a complete invasion of privacy, and even if you did reach out to Maverick he would only really know roughly where he was but not how to contact him, and it broke you over and over again. But seeing him, it hit you like a ton of bricks just how much you missed him and with the way your heart twisted with the realisation you made sure to take a mental note to not let Penny know or find out because she would have the smuggest grin and ‘I told you so’ mentality about it, seeing him again truly felt like a piece of your soul had been returned to its rightful place.

“I’ve missed you too angel.” If you thought you missed Bradley, he missed you just as much if not more and had spent so many sleepless nights searching you up on social media and google to keep up with your life and see how you were doing. When he was at basic, he tried to write letters, something that he could send you to let you know he was still thinking about you but he couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t articulate just how much he missed you without it sounding far too much like ‘I love you’ and that was not something he wanted to tell you in a letter, that was something he needed to say in person, so he sent nothing instead.

He had saw you at your med-school graduation, smiled you and told you how proud he was of you but he never told you, he apologised for the lack of communication blaming being busy and not having a chance and you did the same, med-school had kicked your ass and meant you just did not have the time to sit down and put thought to paper, or email, to send to him. And then he got deployed and the cycle started again, he would start writing you a letter and then he would trash it because it didn’t like the way it sounded and even the ones he liked never got sent as he lost the nerve and instead stashed them in a box that now lived under his bed, and you started your internship to and communication was run into the ground.

He was just glad you were a social media person, while he wasn’t and rarely posted on any accounts he had, he got to watch your life unfold through the screen. He watched you enter relationships which made his heart twist in pain as he thought about you being with someone that wasn’t him and then he watched those relationships end which hurt even more because he couldn’t be there to comfort like he had been when you were younger. He watched as you moved from Seattle after your internship being offered a position in one of the best trauma centres in the country where you adopted your scruff ball that had been adequately named ‘shaggy’. He watched as you posted photos of you and your dad, though his own relationship with Maverick was in the gutter, he was happy to see yours healing. Happy that you had someone when he wasn’t there.

Now that you were back in his life, he felt like that one piece of the puzzle that had been missing since he enlisted had finally been put back into place, though he would never admit it anyone, especially Phoenix after she interrogated him about your relationship after you had left the Hard Deck that first night, he didn’t want her to have the satisfaction of known that he was in fact, in far too deep with you even after 10 years after he spent so long denying that there was anything romantic between the two of you.

Though your admissions hung heavy around you, as if waiting for one of you to reach out and grab it in an admission of blame of whose fault it was you drifted apart, conversation flowed naturally between the two of you as you caught each other up on the details and events in your lives for the past 10 years, neither one of you wanting to play the blame game though it was heavy on your heads because you both knew you were equally to blame.

As you talked and caught up, you were none the wiser to the lingering gazes of the squad of aviators who sat with either a questioning look or a smug smirk on their faces (Phoenix and Hangman specifically) as one of them voiced the question to Maverick, “What’s going on with those two?”

With a shake of his head, Maverick let out a small sigh and moved his eyes away from the form of his daughter and surrogate nephew as they walked hand in hand along the shore line and to the aviators who had now downed their beers and were getting ready for another round of dogfight football without Rooster. Pushing his aviators back up his nose, Maverick laid back in his lounge chair and shrugged his shoulders, “They were attached at the hip once upon a time, they’re just catching up.”

Though his tone was playful, there was a warning edge to it that warned the others to drop the subject because truthfully even Maverick didn’t know what was going on between the two of you. He knew you were close growing up and you grew apart as adults, something you lamented to him about as you healed your relationship with him after graduating college, but watching you two he could finally see what your mother saw every time you two were together. The undying, unbridled love in each other's eyes that you were too blinded to see, the same kind of love he saw in Carole and Gooses eyes every day. Yeah, Maverick found himself thinking, maybe your mom was right and you were gonna be Mrs.Bradshaw one day.

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Its 2 weeks later and you’re finally moved into your new place in San Diego, only 30 minutes away from Fightertown on a good day and 60 on a bad day, a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom (1 ensuite, 1 main), bungalow with an open plan living room and kitchen. It was a nice bungalow, sitting right beside the beach and a small garden out your front, the amount of bed rooms meant one could be converted into an office or home gym while the other can be a storage room, maybe changing into a baby room a few years down the line. And it was all yours, after years of renting, you owned your own home and you couldn't be happier.

You had been moved in within 5 days with the help of your father and dagger squad who spent most of their evenings helping you move furniture and unpack everything after it had arrived. Though you were pretty sure they were doing it under the orders of your father, it was nice to have them around. The squad were your dad’s family, which meant by extension they were yours now and it was nice to get to know them. You grew especially close with Siren, Phoenix and Halo, the three happy to have another woman around to break up the testosterone, especially one who could handle Hangman’s ego and kept him and Rooster in line when things started to get heated between them.

Your relationship with Rooster also got better, since that day on the beach where you seemed to walk the entire length of the beach and back as you talked, though you weren’t as close as you were when you were younger, which was physically impossible as he had training and drills every day and you were helping Penny with both wedding planning and in the Hard Deck on busy nights, you were still close.

You were happy to find all the quirks and mannerisms you had memorised still existed, like the way his lip upturned when he was scheming or the how he fiddled with his dog tags when he was nervous or thinking (when you were young he would always fiddle with his dads), turning the metal over his fingers again and again, or how when he was lying he would scratch behind his right ear and his eyebrow would twitch slightly (honestly, it was such a small reaction that most people didn't notice it) everything about him so familiar and it was welcome because it meant he was still your Bradley even after all this time.

Which is why when Rooster walked into your bungalow that night, pizza and beer in his hand with a certain look in his eye, you knew immediately that he wanted something. You watched him carefully with your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against your kitchen sink and he placed the pizza down on your island. He was avoiding your gaze, another nervous habit when he was scared to ask something, instead looking over your kitchen as if he hadn’t been there every night for the past week. With a gentle sigh you moved forward, uncrossing your arms and putting your hands on the island so you were now leaning on it instead.

“Spit it out Bradshaw. What do you want?”

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Rooster almost looks sheepish as he also leans on the island with his forearm against the cold granite and this only makes you raise an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner.

“You see…” You very rarely saw Bradley struggle to ask for something, especially not from you as there was very little you would say no to him about, now he seemed nervous as if what he was asking would cause you to reach over and slap him across the face. “I, uh, I wanted to call upon our arrangement one last time.”

Now, whatever you were expecting him to say it was certainly not that and the shock was clear on your face as you quite literally stood up straight with wide eyes and your mouth opening and closing. It had been a while since you thought about your arrangement with Bradley, years even as the last time it came into play was your med-school graduation 10 years ago, before everything fell apart. While the arrangement was something the two of you agreed upon almost 20 years earlier as freshly graduated high schoolers, you still remembered it like it was yesterday.

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It was just after your high school graduation, your mother had organised a small party with a few of your relatives that lived nearby and a few friends from outside of school but you and Bradley snuck away in his old Bronco he had gotten as soon as he got his licence (it was almost the exact same one as Gooses) and you ended up in what you had dubbed ‘your secret spot’. It was a silly name, but it was where the two of you would always go to escape when the world got a little bit too much, either together or alone. After Bradley parked near the large oak tree that took up most of the clearing, you clambered out of the car and laid down the blanket you had brought with you, popping open the champagne you had snuck off one of the tables at the party.

Letting out a content sigh, you plopped yourself down on the blanket, your legs spreading out in front of you as you leaned back on your arms with your head thrown back to look at the stars that decorated the night sky. Your eyes traced over the shapes of the constellations, following them until an image formed in your mind of what they were meant to be. You knew them all, and their stories, that was something your mom had taught you. Bradley settled next to you, one leg propped up so he could lean his arm on it, the other pressing against yours alongside his shoulder as he leaned back on his hand, following you in looking up at the stars.

Bradley never understood your fascination with the stars, you had explained it to him once telling him a story your mom constantly repeated to you about how you would never settle at night unless she took you out to the stars and told you their stories, it seems that even as a baby you found them calming. You told him that even if the world was in chaos and falling apart around you, the stars were always there, they were the one constant in a world where nothing else was and looking at them brought you comfort. But no matter how much you explained it, and how much he said he got it, there was always a part of him that never quite knew what you meant but that never stopped him from listening as you explained the different constellations to him, no matter how many times he had already heard the story.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, passing the bottle of champagne between you quietly, simply revelling in each other's company because you knew things were gonna be different come September time. Sure, you were going to the same college things were going to be different, you were hoping to join a sorority and Bradley was going to try out for the baseball team, you didn’t imagine you would have the same time for each other that you have now given you were never apart for more than an hour or two when you weren’t asleep. Eventually you moved from your sitting positions, instead opting to lie on the blanket, you with your arms on your stomach and Bradley with his arms under his head causing the muscles in his arms to flex and you cursed him for it, finding it hard not to look at him as he did.

“I have a proposition.” Turning your head to look at Bradley with an amused smirk, you see he’s already looking at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile and you raise your eyebrow at him. Bradley turns on his side, using his arm to prop up his head, and you do the same giving him your full attention.

“Go on, you’ve piqued my interest.”

He rolls his eyes at the teasing tone in your voice and lightly shoves your shoulder, just enough that you wobble but not enough that you fall over which causes you to giggle. “Come on, I’m being serious.”

Wiping the smile from your mouth, you put on a fake serious face, “Okay, okay, I’m serious.” Bradley only rolls his eyes again but he doesn’t shove you, instead his free hand starts to play with a loose strand of fabric on the blanket, his eyes casting down to avoid meeting yours as he spoke.

“We make a promise, an agreement, that when we get to college and even after we won’t forget about one another. Like, if one of us has an event or a party, and we’re both single, we go together, if one of us has a ceremony or an award or any sort of celebration we go and support the other.”

His eyes moved up to meet yours, having been scared you were going to tell him no. Tell him that now you were grown you wanted some independence from him, a chance to see who you were without Bradley Bradshaw attached at your hip. But you don’t, instead you reach out your hand, fingers clenched closed with your pinky extended and a small smile on your face.

“I promise B” Bradley reaches out and intertwines your pinky fingers together.

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And that was the start of your agreement with Bradley Bradshaw that saw him as your date to your first sorority event and you as his to the college baseball formal, it’s what saw you at multiple events together throughout college and saw peoples always asking about if you were dating or not, with some of your sorority sisters commenting on the fact that you were lucky to have him. It was what saw him supporting you when you were given an award by the school for academics and you supporting him when he got MVP three years in a row with the baseball team, it was what had you in the crowd of his graduation from the naval academy and him in the crowd of your med-school graduation. But after you started to drift apart, the agreement fell apart with it and it hadn’t been brought up since. Until now that is

“The arrangement?” Bradley let out a small chuckle and stopped rubbing at his neck, instead now leaning on the island with both arms as his eyes swept across the room, determined not to meet your stare he tried to find something, anything he could focus on instead of you because he was sure he would see rejection in your eyes. Finally, his eyes settled on the photos on your fridge, one of you and your friends on your graduation day, one of you and your dad working on the F-14 he had in his bunker, one of you and Shaggy from shortly after you got him, and one of you and him at your senior year prom.

A small huff passes your lips as you look him up and down, once again crossing your arms over your chest your, “Okay, but I need details first.” Bradley’s eyes snapped from the photos on your fridge to your face as his mouth opened in shock, he was truly expecting you to say no. To tell him to fuck off, that it was a stupid promise made when you were teenagers but here you were agreeing.

“You’re serious?” Rolling your eyes, you leaned forward onto the island once again, this time folding your arms over one another, matching the way Rooster was standing, and you slid forward slightly so your face was just millimetres away from Rooster and you had to stop your eyes from flickering down to his lips and imagining the way they would feel on yours. Rooster was having a similar issue, finding himself forcing his eyes to look into your eyes because he knew if he looked anywhere else he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out and pulling you into a bruising kiss.

“Of course I’m serious, I did pinky promise after all and we both know those are sacred.” With a small smile you suddenly pull back, all too aware of how the heat of his breath against your skin was starting to cause a blush to spread over your cheeks. Quickly you clear your throat and reach for the pizza on the counter, lifting it as you round the island and head towards your living room. Throwing yourself onto the sofa you place the pizza box on the coffee table and reach down to pet Shaggy who is asleep in his bed at the end of the sofa, motioning to the other side of the sofa with your hand, “Now, details.”

Lifting the beer, and a bottle opened, Bradley joins you on the sofa and hands you an open beer, while you’re sat with your back against the arm of the sofa and your legs pulled up to your chest, Bradley leans back, stretches one arm around the back cushions of the sofa and spreads his legs in front of him. Taking a deep swig of beer, he lets out a sigh and runs his hand over his face before he starts to explain.

“An old navy buddy is getting married on Saturday and I was invited to the wedding a while back,” Okay, so far so good, you think to yourself and you let a gentle ‘hmmm’ to let Rooster know you were listening as you took a swig of your own beer, “At the time I was just a guest, but one of his groomsmen has dropped out, well he’s been kicked out but that's another story for another time, so now there’s an uneven number of bridesmaids and groomsmen and the bridesmaids already have their dresses so it would be a complete waste of money to ask one of the bridesmaid to drop out and he doesn’t have any other close friends or family, his brother’s are already part of the grooms party”

“B you’re rambling.” You very rarely saw Bradley rambling, only when he was really really nervous like that time he asked Ashley Stone to be his prom date in junior year or when he confessed to his first college girlfriend.

“Right, sorry. Anyway, he reached out to me and asked if I would be his groomsman, all the other guys are navy men, and I said yes, no problem. The thing is this all went down when I was still seeing that girl, Molly, I was telling you about and I had put down a plus one.”

Realisation hits you and you nod your head along with what he’s saying, “So you want me to be your plus one.” His eyes, which had been staring up at your ceiling, move to your face and he nods slowly, but there’s something in his eyes that tells you that’s not all it is and you let out a small sigh and narrow your eyes at him.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” He nods solemnly and takes another swig of his beer before he leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, head turned towards you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I heard Molly was going to be there with her new man, apparently he’s a friend of the brides, and I may have said I was bringing my new girl.” You close your eyes and curse at his stupidity, taking swig of your beer as you rubbed at your temples.

“So you want me to be your date and play pretend as your girlfriend?” It wouldn’t be the first time you had pretended to be his girlfriend, you had done it once or twice in college when he was clearly uncomfortable when someone was flirting with him to chase him off, and he had pretended to be your boyfriend numerous times when some creeps wouldn’t take the hint that you wasn’t interested in them, but that was short bursts. This was going to be an all day thing, and you didn’t know if your heart could take that.

“Pretty much.” Bradley knew it was a lot to ask, it even feel outside the parameters of your agreement and he was sure you were going to turn around any second now and tell him to get lost, that you wouldn’t do it. But as you opened your eyes with a resigned sigh and looked at him, he knew you weren’t going to do that.

“Okay Bradshaw, you got a deal. But…” You were caught off guard by Bradley reaching over and pulling you into a tight embrace, practically putting you onto his lap as he did so as he muttered thank you over and over again into your ear. You hugged him back and let out a gentle chuckle before pulling back, your hands on Bradley’s shoulders as his remained your waist where he had pulled you in.

Your heart picked up in your chest from the contact and you felt heat rush through your body as a blush spread across your cheeks, you didn’t want to pull away any further than you already were, you actually wanted to pull him closer to you and press your lips against his. In fact every muscle in your body was screaming at you to do just that but you didn’t listen, instead letting go of his shoulder and shuffling back to your position on the sofa.

“As I was saying, I need to know details of the wedding. Time, theme, colours, bridesmaid colours, dress code, what you’re wearing.” You ran your hand through your hair, starting to panic a little the more you thought about it, which Bradley saw. He reached a hand out and took the one carding through your hair in his, pulling it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to it and something about the gentle intimacy of it almost stopped your breathing.

“Stop panicking. I will text Mercury, uh, Gerard and ask him anything I don’t know and then I’ll text you. He’s asked all the groomsmen to wear their dress whites so it won’t be hard to match me. I don’t know the theme, the dress code for the reception for the women is princess? I don't actually know, and I don’t know about the colour scheme. But I will find out, I promise.” At Rooster’s words you calm a little, taking a few deep breaths to settle your racing heart before you nod.

“Okay, okay.” He gives you a smile before dropping your hand and reaching over to the coffee table, flipping open the pizza lid and pulling out a slice, handing it to you with a smile, “Now let’s eat before it turns to ice.”

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Saturday rolls around quicker than you would have liked, you thought you would be over the nerves by now but as the day approached the only seemed to get worse and worse until you felt your chest constricting and your lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves as you struggled to breath. Eyes squeezed tight, your hands gripped onto your island lip with such force that you knew your knuckles were turning white even without looking at them. Your thoughts were spiralling a little, little what ifs that were nothing if not intrusive thoughts like what if Bradley’s doing this to embarrass you? What if he’s doing just to make his ex jealous? What if? What if? What if? They swarmed your mind and you felt like you were beginning to drown.

Suddenly a hand is placed on your arm, slowly rubbing up and down the skin to soothe you and another is placed on your head slowly moving through your hair and you hear voices but they feel a million miles away, distorted by your heartbeat that was thundering in your ears. Slowly you opened your eyes, to see Natasha and Callie looking at you from either side with concern and you could see their mouths move but still couldn't quite make out the sound coming out. Callie removed her hand from your hair and instead used it to guide one of your own to her chest, where you could feel her taking deep long breaths and you tried your best to match the pattern. In for eight seconds, hold for six, out for eight and repeat. Your heart beat started to calm and you could start to make out what the girls at your side were saying.

“That’s it (Y/N)....”

“Nice and easy…”

“You’re okay…”

The tightness in your chest slowly fades, it still lingers but it doesn’t inhibit your breathing anymore, and the rapid beating of your heart slows to a relatively normal rate. Finally, your hands release their grip on the island and you stretch your fingers open and closed to ease the ache that had settled in them. Your eyes move to Natasha, whose hand is still running up and down your arm and then to Callie who stills holds one of your hands against her chest with a small smile and look of appreciation.

“Thank you guys.”

They give you small nods in return, Callie lets go of your hand and instead wraps an arm around your shoulder and brings you into a hug while Natasha threads her fingers through your hand, “No need to thank us,” it was Natasha who spoke, “I’m just glad we arrived when we did.”

Callie let out a soft ‘yeah’ agreeing with her girlfriend, “That looked pretty bad, you okay?” You had told the girls before about having panic attacks, you were at the Hard Deck one night, just the three of you, and some creep was not leaving you alone and you had a little freak out in the bathroom that they witnessed, but it had been a while since you had a full blown attack like the one you just experienced. You were glad the girls arrived then they did as well, you didn’t know how you were going to calm down from that one on your own and it was a gift to have them there grounding you.

With a small nod you pull back from Callie, “Yeah, I’m good now. It’s just one bad thought spiralled into another and another and another and I didn’t know how to pull myself out.” Natasha’s hand moved from your arm to rub at your back softly, knowing your body is probably still pumping with adrenaline, to sooth you further, the looks of concern remained but their lips turned up into soft smiles. They knew you were nervous about the whole thing, having lamented to them your nerves and fears when you went out dress shopping only yesterday because Rooster didn’t give you the details you needed to find a dress sooner.

The theme of the event was fairy tales and what can only be described as royaltycore, with the bride wearing a replica of the live action Cinderella dress and her bridesmaids baby blue and baby pink dresses obviously inspired by the dress worn by princess Aurora in sleeping beauty going by their shape (matching the wedding dress in the live action movie) and colour (an obvious nod to the changing blue and pink in the original animated feature), with a pastel colour scheme, Bradley had told you that guests would have to wear pastels that matched the table you were assigned and those wearing dresses were under orders (straight from the bride herself) to dress like the princess of their childhood dreams (and surprisingly she didn't care if you ended up looking better than her, it seems she just wanted to live out her childhood dream of living a fairy tale for just a few hours) , and the table you and Bradley would be placed at was designated the lavender table so you had to hunt for a lavender dress.

Having found nothing in San Diego you, Natasha, and Callie all ended up driving over 2 hours to LA in the traffic and heat to try and find something you could wear. You had formal dresses, having attended many a charity gala and medical events but they were all dark navys and emerald greens, you weren’t really one for pastels and you certainly didn't have anything that made you feel like a princess, in fact most of your dresses made you feel like a display, a prize to be given to the highest bidder as you were paraded around to convince donors to up their donations with a flutter of your eyelashes and your tits pressed against their arms as you walked, so you had to go out and shop for something.

While some of the dresses you found when in San Diego had potential, they were either the wrong shape or the wrong size (and you most definitely did not have time to have anything tailored) so you made the journey to L.A and finally found something in a small shop owned by an independent designer that had been recommended by Siren (who couldn’t join you as she was dragging a very nervous Bob to meet her family in Miami that weekend). You were lucky, it was the last of the dress in stock and it was just your size and, in Callies words, you looked like a knock-out in it. With dress in hand, the three of you made your way back to San Diego and settled in your respective homes just before midnight.

Natasha removed her hand from your back as she felt your breathing even out completely, the tightness in your chest was now completely gone and your panic had settled though nervousness still brewed in the pit of your stomach, and she turned to Callie with a smile, “Now let’s get you all dolled up.”

That’s right, you forgot you asked them to help you get ready, well you told them you didn’t know what to do with your hair and makeup and didn’t have time to book in with anyone to get it professionally done, to which Natasha let you know that Callie is phenomenal at doing makeup making a joke that if she wasn’t a pilot she would be on a movie set somewhere doing makeup for the stars. Callie blushed at the compliment and let you know she could do yours for you, while also volunteering Natasha to do your hair because she was surprisingly good at it. And that’s why they were at your place at 8am in the morning after getting home so late at night. You were gonna have to buy them a bottle of wine or two to thank them later.

Natasha guided you into your room, her hand in yours and placed you down in front of your vanity. It was an old thing, the one your mom used to keep in her room though she very rarely used it, but it was nice to have a piece of her. She turned you to the side, so you were facing the door into your ensuite while she positioned herself behind you and Callie positioned herself in front of you, placing her makeup bag on the vanity. You were thankful she brought it, the only makeup you had were the basics to make you look less like a zombie when out in the ED, some foundation, concealer, blush, eyeliner, and maybe three eyeshadow palettes none of which contained pastel colours. Under their instructions, you closed your eyes and let the girls get to work.

The ceremony was starting at 10, would be finished in 30 minutes and Rooster was coming to pick you up on his way to the reception venue, with the reception not due to start until 12, Rooster would pick up at 10.45, giving him time to get to the venue with the midday San Diego traffic.

Which was great, considering the fact that both Natasha and Callie restarted their entire process at least 3 times each drawing out the time it took for them to actually finish doing your hair and makeup, well that and the breaks you took to eat something and to sneak a drink of champagne that Callie had brought with her deciding you would need a little bit of an edge to calm your nerves before Rooster arrives. Between the stopping and restarting, your hair and makeup was finished by 10:40.

Though you couldn’t see yourself yet, Callie had covered up the mirror halfway through because you kept trying to peek, the looks on Callie and Natasha’s face were enough to let you know you looked good. “Beautiful. Now get your ass into your dress, I can hear Rooster pulling up.”

Callie left the room, leaving Natasha to help you get into your dress. As yout stripped out of your pyjamas, folding them neatly and placing them on the edge of your bed, Natasha turned away towards your bedroom door and started to remove your dress from the protective covering given to you at the boutique yesterday, while you made your way to your underwear drawer and pulled out a lacy thong and a strapless bra in a matching colour out and put them on. You then turned to Natasha who had removed the dress from the hanger and was holding it folded over her arm, you let out a gentle ‘okay’ to let her know it was okay for her to turn around.

While Natasha helped you into your dress, Callie let Rooster into your home with a smile and a bit of a questioning look as she noticed he was driving a black Bentley and not his usual bronco, “You give up the bronco?” Rooster rolled his eyes as he stepped over the threshold of your home with a small smile on his face.

“Gerard insisted all the groomsmen arrive in Bentley’s, he did wanna give me a driver but I insisted on driving to get (Y/N) myself.” Callie nodded her head as they walked into the open plan living room and kitchen, leaning against the island as she eyed up Rooster. Even she had to admit that he looked good in his dress whites.

“You clean up well Bradshaw.”

Roosters rolled his eyes at Callie, but his lips upturned slightly at the compliment, it fed his ego a little bit, though he only really cared about what you thought he looked like. Rooster’s eyes once again found the photo of the two of you at prom and a small smile spread across his face as he remembered just how beautiful you looked that night and how that was the first time he realised that he may have had not so friendly feelings towards you. He remembered his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited for your mom to go and get you from your room, how his hands felt clammy and his head began to spin as he saw you in your dress for the first time. This was no different, his heart was hammering in his chest as if it was trying to break through his ribs and throw itself directly into your hands, and his hands felt damp to his touch as he clasped them together in front of him to stop him fidgeting.

Callies eyes softened as she watched one of her best friends and she smiled, it was obvious from the very first day that you were Roosters girl to the point that even Hangman was leaving you alone not wanting to incur the wrath of a love sick Rooster, but now watching him Callie could see it was so much more than just an infatuation but was pure, deep love, one not everybody got to experience and those who did were lucky too. “She’s beautiful Bradley.”

Rooster’s eyes snapped to Callies and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he knew you were beautiful. You were always beautiful, even when you thought you looked your worst Bradley always thought you were the most ethereal being on the planet. The sound of a door opening and closing caused Bradley to look down the corridor he knew lead to your bedroom, but instead of you walking down there was Natasha with a smile on her face.

“She’s just getting her shoes on.” Bradley nodded his head as Natasha joined Callie leaning on the island, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before she turned her eyes back to Bradley. She narrowed them slightly and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked him up and down.

“This is your one shot Bradshaw, fuck this up and I will run you over with my car.” Bradley wanted to ask what she was talking about, argue that there was nothing to fuck up, you were just friends, and you were only doing this as a favour to him, but the sound of your heels coming down the hall stopped him and he turned to look at you.

Callie wasn’t wrong, you were beautiful but you were so much more than that. You looked like an absolute goddess, your makeup made all your features pop, especially your eyes and

your hair was styled to perfection with little decorative butterflies poking out here and there to match your dress. Your dress. God, you truly looked like a fairy princess. A gorgeous lilac, floor-length gown, with butterflies decorating the skirt and collar line with pink highlights, including a pink belt around your waist.

The world around Rooster faded away as he looked at you, it was like he had tunnel vision and everything else faded to darkness, and his heart beat so rapidly and loudly in his chest he could hear it and felt like he was underwater. Eyes moving over your form, not every discreetly, a flush rose on his cheeks and he felt his throat dry up and constrict as he tried to vocalise anything to let you know what he was thinking.

The intensity of his stare at you blushing profusely, eyes moving away from him as you ran your hand over the skirt of your dress to distract yourself from his gaze, which you could physically feel on you as if it was peeling back the layers of your skin and muscle and staring directly at your heart, which was beating so rapidly against your ribcage. You were so distracted by not looking at Bradley, you can’t see the sly smiles shared by Natasha and Callie, or the way they were eyeing the two of you just waiting for one of you to make a move.

Taking a gulp, making his adams apple bob in his throat, Rooster clears his throat finally moving his eyes away from your form, though the blush he sports is still rapidly spreading across his face, “You look good angel.”

Mentally Rooster curses himself, was that seriously the best he could come up with? That you looked good? Did you really short-circuit his brain that badly that he couldn’t even compliment you properly? Natasha groans internally, throwing her head back in exasperation as she lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes. She knew Rooster was an idiot but this was beyond idiocy. You didn’t mind though, you gave Rooster a smile as you finally looked at him again.

“You look good too B.”

A smile spread across Rooster’s face as he reached out a hand for you to take, which you do with a small smile, “Your carriage awaits princess.” You roll your eyes at his extravagance, taking your clutch from Callie as Rooster escorts you to the car, which you give him a questioning look about and you laugh as he explains that he was forced too, but if he had a choice he would be driving you to the ball in his bronco.

Natasha and Callie watch with smiles as you laugh with one another before driving off and as you do the couple turn to one another and sigh, “They are absolutely hopeless.” Callie nods along to her girlfriend's words and clicks her tongue, “Completely hopeless.”

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The drive to the venue doesn’t take as long as you thought it would, the traffic isn’t as bad as anticipated with most people taking advantage of the beautiful morning and heading to the beach before temperatures reach their peak between mid-day and three pm. It’s a peaceful drive, mostly.

You of course tease Bradley about his moustache and how you’re surprised Gerard didn’t make him shave the ridiculous thing off to be in the wedding party and he rolled his eyes and chuckled, letting a little “you know you love my moustache” slip past his lips. And, surprisingly, you do love his moustache, though you would never let him know that it would simply inflate his ego to the point it would match Hangmans, and you did not need a cocky Bradley in your life.

But after you actually set off, conversation dies off with the only sound being the music playing gently from the speakers. You realise, half-way through the drive, that it’s a playlist of all your favourite songs from childhood and you smile at the thought that Bradley remembered and made a playlist specifically for you, you supposed it was to try and calm the nerve raging inside of you the closer you got to the venue.

For most of the ride, you’re sitting staring out the window with your elbow propped on the window and your head propped on a fist, just watching the world whizz by, occasionally moving your eyes to take in Bradley in his dress whites. Bradley is a handsome man, he knows he’s a handsome man and often uses that to his advantage, but in his dress whites? His dress whites take it to a whole other level and you swear he looks like Prince Charming coming to sweep Cinderella off her feet.

You take your time to admire him, from his nearly combed and styled hair that doesn’t have a hair out of place and it certainly being held in place by a mountain of products curving down along his chiselled jawline to his plump lips that had a light sheen to him, probably just a lip balm, but they looked so kissable as you stared at them for a little bit longer than you should have, being so lost in thought that you bite down on your own lips that were painted a light pink.

You finally move on from staring at Bradleys lips back across his jawline and down his neck, moving across his arms that looked absolutely amazing in the white overcoat until you reached his hands, which were gripping onto the steering wheel with such an intensity that his knuckles were starting to change colour and the veins in his hands bulged, causing heat to spread through your body as you thought about his hands on your body, wrapped around your throat, holding your waist, dipping lower and lower to where you wanted him the most. But before your mind wanders too far, you strip your gaze away from him and look back out the window to try and calm your now rapidly beating heart and quell the embers of burning desire.

Your gaze isn’t unnoticed by Rooster, oh no, he doesn’t even have to look over to know your staring at him, he can feel your emerald eyes burning into his skin as it moved over his form and as he looks over and sees you biting down on your lip, he has to suppress a groan because you looked so damn good and he didn’t know how long he could control himself if you kept looking at him like that, which is why he was gripping onto the steering wheel with such force to try and ground himself and focus on anything other than your pretty pink lips and how they would feel on his own, how they would feel pressed against the skin of his neck, his chest, his abdomen, his.

Suddenly, Rooster is shaken out of his thoughts as the venue comes into sight and he is directed by a concierge to park alongside the other groomsmens bentley’s and he quickly clears his throat before following the directions and pulling in. As he pulls the keys of the car out of the ignition, he turns to you with a smile tugging at his lips, eyes roaming over your body once again, “You ready?”

You take a few deep breaths, in for eight, hold for six, out for eight and repeat, close your eyes and steady your heart before turning to Bradley with a tight lipped smile and a gentle nod of your head, “Yeah, let’s do this.”

You go to open your door, but Bradley quickly slaps your hand away and you turn to him with a shocked expression. Bradley only gives you a goofy grin before he gets out of his own door, shutting it behind him, before he makes his way over to your door smiling at the other groomsmen who were gathered only a short distance away. Straightening out the collar of his jacket quickly, Bradley open’s your door for you and offers you his hand, which you roll your eyes at but gladly take, allowing him to help you out of the car.

You hear a couple of whistles as Bradley’s hands fall to your waist as you allow him to steady you, pulling you close to his chest in the process. You could hear a few voices calling out from behind you, all some variation of ‘go Bradshaw’ or ‘way to go Rooster’, which causes a blush to rise on your cheeks which actually mirrored the one on Bradley’s as he tried to let you go. You stopped him, moving your arms around his neck and pulling him down to put a kiss on his cheek. Afterall, you were supposed to be his girlfriend and with people watching, you were going to put on a show.

The blush you had seen on Bradley’s face was nothing compared to the one heating up his skin now, he looked like a tomato and he had to hide his face in your neck to avoid being seen by the other groomsmen who were whooping and hollering at the display of affection. You rolled your eyes at the antics but welcomed the display of affection from Rooster, especially as he snaked his arms fully around your waist and rubbed up and down your back. It was something you frequently did when you were both younger, a way for the both of you to ground one another when it was needed, and it was very much needed now as anxiety started to take root in your heart.

A strong smack on Rooster’s shoulder prompts him to pull away from you, “Rooster man, you gonna introduce us to your girl here or are you just gonna love up on her all night?”

The small group of groomsmen (a total of 3 excluding the groom) had made their way over to you and were now leaning either against the bentley you arrived in or the one beside it with cocky smiles on their faces and their arms crossed. You had to assume the one who smacked Rooster was the groom, Gerard.

“Uh, yeah. Gerard, this is my girl (Y/N).” Though he had pulled away from you, Bradley manoeuvred so he was now at your side with his hand around your waist. “(Y/N), this is Gerard, and the rest of the groomsmen are Sam, James, and Steve.” He motioned to each one as he introduced them and you met them all with a smile.

James was the first of the group to speak to you directly, his eyes trailed up and down your body appreciatively and even though you know he means no harm by it you can’t help but cringe slightly at the way his eyes rake over you, there was just something wrong with the way he did it, “Damn Bradshaw. When you said your girl was a knockout you really meant it.” Finishing off his sentence with a wink in your direction, he moves back to look at Rooster who holds you just that little bit closer.

“Yeah, I’m damn lucky to have her.”

You look up to Bradley with a smile, only to find him already looking at you with a softness you’re not used to. One that speaks to the way lovers look at one another in the privacy of their own homes, one that you had seen before in how your friend Graham looked at his husband and how Maverick looked at Penny. Not wanting to overthink, truly not wanting to think about it all, you turn back to the group of groomsmen and clear your throat.

“Are you all aviators?”

Steve is next to speak, “Gerard and Sam are, me and James are marines” You give a small hmm in acknowledgement before he continues on, “What about you? You in the navy?”

You shake your head with a small laugh, “No, I think my dad would have actually murdered me if I even considered joining the navy. Um, my dads a pilot, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell?” All the men exchange wide eyed shocked looks and Sam lets out a whistle.

“Wow, Rooster, the Captains daughter? And not just any Captain at that, Maverick? I’m surprised he hasn’t skinned you alive.”

You roll your eyes a little at that, sure your dad was overprotective and had threatened a few of your ex boyfriends, the one person he would never threaten is Bradley, and you both knew that. “There are two people in the world my father is scared of, one was my mother when she was alive. She was small but she was mighty and quite the temper. The other is me, unfortunately for him I inherited my mothers temper and his attitude.”

The boys around you let out a small chuckle, imagining you going in on Maverick, which you had done multiple times when he took on a dangerous mission and told you nothing about it (not even his flight details or that fact that he was flying, you really ripped into him after the uranium mission). The conversation looked like it was going to continue, until a small frazzled red head with a clipboard approached the group, the wedding planner you guessed.

“Boys!! You are needed for photographs before the reception begins!!” You stifled a giggle as you saw them all roll their eyes at her and cast your eyes to the ground, knowing if you meet any of the groomsmens eyes you would burst out laughing. The wedding planner let out a huff as she looked at her watch and then stormed off in the direction of what you assumed was the entrance.

“That’s our cue then.” James is the first to move off, throwing you a quick wink as he stood up straight and started heading towards the entrance alongside Steve and Sam. Gerard stayed with you and Bradley as you started moving towards the entrance yourselves, Bradley’s hand still wrapped firmly around your waist. As you walk the few metres to the entrance, Bradley and Gerard joke amongst themselves and all you can do is smile. Bradley was well and truly relaxed, you could feel it as he held you. There was no tension in his muscles, they way there usually was even if you were just hanging at the Hard Deck or at your place or at the hanger, even the micro muscles in his face seemed relaxed.

Stopping at the entrance, Gerard motions into a girl in a beautiful light purple dress with constellations stitched into the skirt and a small silver tiara in her hair, who was standing by a table of champagne, talking to an older woman in a beautiful regency style dress that looked like it had been picked out of Bridgerton , “That’s Sarah, she’s my cousin and Sam’s girl. Let her know your Rooster’s girl and she’ll show you to your table, she’s sitting with you. That’s her mother with her, my aunt Millie, be careful she’ll talk your ear off if you let her,” the last bit is spoken in a whisper as Gerard bends down to your ear, causing you to smile.

You nod your head and go to move in her direction, but Bradley grabs your hand and pulls you back into him, lifting your hand up and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. It was something he had done before, the night you had agreed to this whole charade, and again it took your breath away as the simple intimacy of it made your head feel light.

“I’ll be in soon, okay?” You give him a gentle nod and a soft ‘yeah’ falls past your lips, which is enough for him to let you go. You give him a smile as you turn towards the entrance, eyes following him from your peripheral as he moves towards where the photos are being taken until he is out of your view and you look at Sarah, who has turned to look at you having heard you coming.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sarah.” She offers a hand out to you, which you take, and you instantly relax as you take in her gentle and welcoming smile and how something about her just eases peace, maybe it’s the constellations on her dress calming you or maybe she oozes the same energy that you found in them.

“Hi,” You don’t expect your voice to sound as small as it does and you quickly clear your throat before you continue, “I’m (Y/N), I’m uh…”

A look of excitement crosses across her features as she clasps her hands together and lets out a small squeal, “You’re Roosters girl? The doctor?” You nod your head slowly, shock settling in as to how she knew who you were, which you apparently weren’t good at hiding, as she links arms with you and smiles widely.

“At the rehearsal dinner the other day he could not stop talking about you! Honestly, I wish Sam talked about me as passionately as Rooster spoke about you. And, honey, the way his eyes lit up anytime someone asked about you, it’s adorable.”

Relief washes over you, Rooster had already spoken about you. He had planted the seeds that this relationship was legit in the minds of all the people here already, that made things easier. Now you just had to act like you were desperately in love with him, which was easy considering that you were no matter how much you refused to admit it to yourself.

Aunt Millie now turned to you with a smile and a glass of champagne, “Hello dear, I’m Mildred but you may call me Millie.”

You gently take the glass from her with a smile, “Hello Millie, my name’s (Y/N).” Her gentle smile and warm eyes remind you of your grandmother, and of the countless old ladies who made their way into an er throughout the year as a means to battle their loneliness, Gerard had said she would talk you ear off and you would have gladly let her if it meant she was a little less lonely for the night.

“Well my dear’s, almost all the guests are seated, shall we join them?” Sarah smiles at her mother and links her other arm through hers, keeping one linked with you, as you walk into the main reception area. Your mouth gaped open as you looked around, it was absolutely stunning. Vine wrapped stone pillars decorated with tiny lights that you were sure would look like twinkling stars once the night had hit, beautifully arranged circular tables curved in a crescent shape with a two person table at the centre reserved for the bride and groom that was decorated with beautiful white gardenias and wild flowers on top of a soft pink table cloth that resembled the colour of rose quartz,, with a lavender table either side (one for the groomsmen and their plus ones and one for the bridesmaids and their plus ones), which was followed by sky blue, then a gentle green colour, then a soft yellow, and then it repeated in reverse order (yellow,green, then blue, then lavender).

Each table had a flower centrepiece matching the colour of the table cloth, some sprigs of lavender on the lavender tables, blue daisies at the blue tables, limelight hydrangeas at the green tables, and coreopsis at the yellow tables. In the centre of the tables was the dance floor, edges decorated with bushes, all filled with blooming flowers of varying colours (you would have to assume most of them were artificial or else the smell would be completely overpowering), and hanging above it was a gorgeous chandelier that had been threaded with the same wildflowers as the bride and grooms table.

Behind the bride and groom's table, towards the back sat a photobooth very similar to the one found at proms and homecoming dances with a box of props at the side, that included toy swords, tiaras, and feather boas. At the very back of the room, hidden behind the floral background of the photobooth, was a pair of white arched doors that you assumed lead to the beach, if you listened close enough you could hear the waves crashing against the shore. It was like walking into a fairy tale.

Sarah gently guided her mother to her table and seat, it was at the blue table next to yours and she was seated with the mother and father of the groom, as well as some admirals from the navy who usually regarded you with a slight of disdain having meet you at naval event alongside your father, but now meet you with apprehensive smiles and a tilt of their glass in acknowledgment. You gave Millie a gentle goodbye and a promise that you would join her for a conversation at another time during the night.

Sarah then guided you to your own seat, the lavender table at the right hand side of the two person table, the groom's side you were assuming, and to your seat, though you probably could have figured that out yourself as placed at it was a placard with gentle swishing writing spelling your name. Thankfully, you were sat right next to Sarah and Rooster would be sitting on your right.

At the table were two other women already and Sarah introduced you to them as Peggy and Natasha, Steve’s fiance and James girlfriend. They’re both lovely women and conversation between the four of you flows quite easily, you discuss your respective careers, learning that Peggy actually works as a nurse in the paediatric unit of your new hospital, and Natasha teaches self defence, and Sarah is a pre-K teacher.

Throughout your conversation you feel eyes burning into you, though not in an unsettling way, more so a questioning way as if to determine if you were who you actually were and as you move your eyes away from the group of girls around you, you find a pretty blonde staring at you from the far lavender table on the bride’s side with a little bit of sadness in her eyes. She sits next to a tall man with dark curls and a soft lilac suit that perfectly matches her dress. She’s stunning and you quirk your head to the side, curious as to why she’s staring at you but, realisting she’s been caught, she quickly looks away from you.

You didn’t realise that everyone (minus the wedding party) were seated until the sound of the wedding march started to play from the speakers within the room and the door opens with the maid of honour and Sam making their way in first, followed by the next bridesmaid and Steve, and then the next bridesmaid and Bradley (who gives you a wink) as he enters, and then the next bridesmaid and James. All four of them make their way across the dance floor and to the couple’s table, where they separate to their respective sides with wide smiles.

“Introducing the newly wed Mr and Mrs Alcove!” Sam's loud tenor voice booms across the room, even without a mic, and in comes the happy couple wrapped up in each other’s arms. You had to admit you thought the bride was going to look ridiculous when Bradley had told you she was wearing a replica of the Cinderella dress, thinking she was going to be wearing the large iconic blue dress, but she looked absolutely stunning in the much simpler replica of the wedding dress from the live action movie. The dress was a beautiful creamy colour with a long, flowing skirt decorated with flowers, and atop the bride's head sat a gorgeous crown. She well and truly looked like a princess.

You smile and clap with the rest of the guests, some of them whooping and hollering as the couple make their way to the table. The couple share a passionate kiss in front of the table, arms wrapping around one another as if they needed the other to breathe, before sitting down and motioning for their wedding party to do the same. The party splits to either side of the table and takes their seat and as Bradley sits beside you, you reach over and place your hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently as you turn to him with a smile that he gladly returns.

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The meal begins and conversation surges amongst the table, though it’s hushed it brings a buzz to the air and electrifies it. You're enjoying the conversation amongst your own table, Sam was telling a story about how Bradley literally tripped and broke his nose trying to impress someone while they were on deployment with each other. You, of course, laugh along to the story while Bradley leans back in his chair with a bit of a huff.

Once again you can feel the same eyes as earlier on you and as you look up, you’re once again met by the same blonde staring at you but this time she doesn’t look away until Bradley catches her eye. You can feel him straighten beside you as he leans forward, one arm wrapping around the back of your chair as he whispers in your ear, “That’s Molly.” And with that, the staring makes sense, though you’re still unsure how she knew it was you. With Sarah, you had introduced yourself but you hadn’t so much as said a word to the other girl.

Bradley leans back in his chair again, but keeps his arm wrapped around the back of your chair, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your bare shoulder as you lean back into the chair.

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After dinner and speeches, and first dances, Bradley joined the rest of the groomsmen to smoke a cigar out the front of the venue, joined by the wedding photographer who wanted to get a few more candid shots of the boys (you assumed she was still going to pose them, but in a more natural manner), leaving you at the table by yourself as Sarah had disappeared to talk to some of her relatives a few tables down and Peggy and Natasha (she insisted on you calling her Nat, but you just couldn’t having stored that nickname away for Phoenix) joined the bridal at the bridesmaids table for a conversation. Your eyes had met with Millies over the crowd, and you had every intention of going over to join the woman and converse with her, but a body landing in Sarah’s seat next to you stops you.

You turn to look who it was, not knowing anybody but those sat at your table, and find Molly sitting next to you. She looks nervous, chewing on her lips and fiddling with the golden chain wrapped around her left wrist, as she looks around for someone. She looks for a good few seconds, making sure whoever she was looking for was not going to suddenly pop up out of nowhere and usher her away, before her eyes settled on you.

When they do, you expect to see rage, jealousy, hate. Instead, they’re soft and kind and hold a hint of sadness in them that you recognise immediately, it's a look you’ve worn yourself. One of mourning a love lost, of grieving over a relationship you would never have, and you realise she’s mourning her relationship with Bradley.

Molly clears her throat slightly and she releases her lips from her teeth as she speaks, “I’m…uh, I’m Molly but you probably already know that.” Her eyes shuffle away from your face in nervousness, settling instead on the sprigs of lavender in the centre of your table, “And you’re (Y/N), right?”

You nod at her question, afraid to open your mouth but still wanting to acknowledge what she was saying, and she gives a small smile. “I thought so. When we were together Rooster would talk about you, tell me stories about the two of you, you look just like he described you.” You flush slightly, heat engulfing your cheeks, you didn’t know Rooster talked about you to Molly, didn’t know he spoke to anyone about you. “You really are as beautiful as he said.”

Molly’s eyes moved away from the lavender, landing on you and she tilted her head to the side with a small sigh. You know she isn’t here to be malicious, especially as she moves to take your hand in hers gently, “I shouldn’t be talking to you. The ex talking to the new girl? People will probably think I’m threatening you” You both let out a small chuckle at that, and you must admit she had a beautiful smile.

“That’s not what I’m here to do, promise.” She looks around her once again, this time you’re able to gather that she’s looking for Rooster, “I just wanted to let you know how in love Rooster is with you.” You’re shocked, and she gives a small giggle at your face as your mouth opens slightly.

“I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty, I am truly happy for Rooster that he finally managed to get you to agree to date him and , but I…I thought Rooster loved me, and maybe some part of him did, but after reading the letters I knew he would never love me like he loved you…” She looks back down to the bracelet on her arm and moves her hand away from yours to play with it again, “And seeing you two together? Seeing how he looks at you like you placed each individual star in the sky, as if you were born from stardust and the cosmos itself? God….”

Your brain finally catches up to you, and you reach an arm out to touch Mollys arm, “Wait. What letters?” Molly matches your confused look with one of her own, raising an eyebrow as she looks at you, “You haven’t seen the letters? He has a whole box of them, all addressed to you starting from when he was in basic and the most recent was one from his mission before he got called back to Top Gun.”

Your head suddenly feels too full, a million questions running through your head. He wrote you letters? All this time? Why didn’t he ever send them? What about them made Molly realise he was in love with you? Where were they now? Why did he keep them? Alongside your racing thoughts, your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest as the same tightness from this morning returned and you struggled to breath. Suddenly the sound of the party felt like it was a million miles away and it was distorted as if you were underwater, the pounding sound of your heart all you could hear, as your head started to feel dizzy and the room started to ring.

You could vaguely feel Molly reach out to you, a look of concern on her face, and she was speaking to you but you couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying. It seemed she called someone because in a second Sarah was at her side, a hand on your arm, she was also talking but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You tried to relax your breathing, eight in, hold for six, eight out, a few times but it wasn’t working. As you panicked, your eyes moved from Molly and Sarah looking around the room for a way out and finally your eyes caught the edge of the arched doors leading to outside world, and you stand suddenly, knocking Sarah back slightly and mumble out, “I need…I need air,” as best you could given your inability to breath properly.

You rush away from the table and push through the large oak doors, letting them slam behind you, though you were sure no one was able to hear over the pounding bass of the music playing. It was dark out, night having fallen about an hour earlier, with the only light coming from the small porch you were standing on. Your eyes scan around you, the beach spreads out before you with the ocean only a short bit away and in a sudden decision you strip yourself of your shoes, leaving them on the porch, and stalk towards the water, not caring and not really in a rational mind to care about your dress.

You step into the water, walking until your ankles are fully covered and the skirt of your dress floats around you. The cold is a shock to your system and though the freezing cold would stop your panic attack you’re in too deep now for it to work, so instead you look to the sky. Lucky for you it’s a clear night and you can see some of the twinkling stars in the sky.

The stars, the one constant in a world of chaos and if your body was anything right now it was pure chaos. Your thoughts still hadn’t subsided and your heart was still thundering, the tightness in your chest remained the same and it felt like every breath you took was like breathing in shards of glass. You focused on the stars, tracing the familiar patterns of the constellations and picturing them in your head as you go. Slowly your heartbeat starts to slow and then your breathing even outs, your thoughts are cleared as you go over the names and summaries of each constellation you find.

Suddenly strong arms are wrapping around your waist and the scent of Bradley’s cologne fills your nostrils as he pulls you against his chest, saying nothing, just letting you ground yourself and come back down to earth.

The silence lingers for a few moments as you gather yourself, “How’d you know I was out here?”

Bradley chuckles slightly, arms tightening around your waist, “Sarah came out and got me, said you looked like you were having a panic attack and you ran off. Knew you would be somewhere looking at the stars.” You hum lightly in response, leaning your head back against his chest. It’s peaceful for a few seconds before you remember why you had your panic attack. Suddenly you’re pulling forward and turning towards Bradley with your arms crossed.

“Tell me about the letters Bradley”

Rooster curses to himself and avoids looking into your eyes, he knew he should have never left you alone. Should have known that Molly would seek you out, say something that gave away his secret. He brings his hands in front of him, wringing them together over and over again nervously.

“I-I…” Rooster was struggling to find something to say, wanting nothing more than for a huge wave to come and knock into the two of you so he could disappear. Your gaze was piercing, eyes narrowing slightly as he took too long to reply.

“I… I wrote them and then I meant to send them, I promise” Roosters hand carded through his hair, the effects of the products fading as he messed it up by doing so. Still he refuses to look at you, and you huff at it a little.

“Why didn’t you?” You uncross your arms, instead bringing your arms down and playing with your fingers in nervousness.

“Because…” Now Bradley looks in your eyes and he looks nervous, he couldn’t believe himself. Bradley flew F-18’s for a living, went into dangerous situations every day but this was the most scared he had ever been in his life. “No matter what I wrote, even if it was just about my day, about training, no matter the words, the only thing I wanted to write was I love you. I wanted to write it over and over and over again until my hands bled and that is not the confession you deserve.”

You let out a laugh, tears gathering in your eyes, “And this is?” You didn’t want to cry, didn’t mean to, but you were so overwhelmed with emotions that it was the only outlet you had. You still had residual adrenaline in your veins from your panic earlier and you were happy, oh so happy, that Bradley was in love with you, with his confession it was like every nerve in your body lit up at once and the only way you could express it was tears.

Bradley curses under his breath again, reaching a hand out to wipe the tears forming on your lash lines, “God no it’s not. This is not how I wanted to do this.” You let out another huff, rolling your eyes and looking away from him.

“Were you ever gonna do it or were you gonna let me go throughout the rest of my life thinking you didn’t love me back?”

Bradley, who had dropped his hand and turned his eyes away with your huff, snaps his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t expecting that, not in 100 years did he expect you to be in love with him as well.

“You really didn’t know?” He shakes his head, hands now reaching out to grab at yours as you step closer to him. You looked so pretty as you looked up at him through your lashes with a smile on your lips. You reached up to him, cupping his jaw gently in your hand and rubbing your thumb gently across the apple of his cheek.

“God Bradley. You wanna know why all my other relationships failed Bradley? Because I compare them all to you. No one was ever you. I have been in love with you since we were 16 and no other man or woman has ever compared to you.”

Bradley gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as he does, and he watches your eyes looking for any hint of dishonesty. Any glimmer that you were having him on. But there's nothing but love in your eyes, and suddenly he sees what everyone else saw. Pure, unbridled love.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is soft as his hands move to hold you at your waist and you answer by pulling him down and pressing your lips against his. The kiss is sweet and gentle, your lips moulding together perfectly, but still filled with passion as he pulls you closer to his body. It wasn’t like the books described, no fireworks, no sparks, but rather a feeling of peace. One of home, as if your souls had been reaching out to each other your whole lives and were now touching. And though the kiss is sweet and soft and innocent, you can’t help the feeling of heat pooling in your abdomen as you thought of where this could be heading next.

You pull back from one another, but still stay close as he presses his forehead against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. You stand like that, simply holding each other for a few moments, until a chill settles in you and you start to shiver a little.

Bradley gives you a small smirk, “Why don’t we head home and get warmed up? Huh?” You smile as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making an obvious innuendo that you were all too happy to carry out, and nod and, reluctantly, untangle yourself from Bradley, making your way to the shoreline where you notice he’s abandoned his dress shoes. You suddenly turn to him with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“Bradley! You’re dress whites!” He simply shakes his head with a smile, taking your hand in his as he puts his shoes back on, “Don’t worry about it angel. I’ll get them dry cleaned.” He places a kiss on your forehead to calm your nerves before you make your way back to the venue.

You disappear back into the room, your heels now in your hand, and make your way over to the table where Sarah is now sat with Natasha, Peggy, and Molly, who are all looking at you with slight concern. You simply smile and lift your purse, “I’m fine, promise. But we’re,uh, we’re gonna head home” The girls smile and give you hugs as you go, with Peggy promising to stay in touch and Natasha gives you a ‘be safe’ with a wink.

As you said goodbye to them, Bradley ordered the two of you an uber, having had a few beers and you having had a few champagnes and wine, and said goodbye to the groomsmen who are all giving him knowing looks, especially as you approach behind Bradley and place your hand on his upper forearm and rub it gently as you give your own goodbyes to the boys.

The uber is quick in arriving and you and Bradley climb into the back seat, anxious to get back to your place (which is closer than Bradley’s who lives in Fightertown). In the back of the car, your hand finds Bradley’s thigh and you start to rub gently on it, biting down on your lip as you do. You feel Bradley tense at the touch, his eyes shifting to watch you and figure out what you’re doing and he swears to god that the you were trying to kill him with the way you’re biting your lip and looking at him like you wanted to jump his bones right here in the back of the uber.

As your hand ghosts closer and closer to his hardening cock, Bradley has to suppress a groan, instead pretending to cough as he glares at you. You were playing a very dangerous game. He grabs at your hand as it ghosts across his cock, loose enough that you can pull away if you want but tight enough that it sends a warning. You only smile at him, cocking an eyebrow, “Everything okay, lieutenant?”

The sound of his rank rolling off your tongue has Bradley biting back a moan as he throws his head back against the headrest, you were definitely going to be the death of him, and by the looks of it you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Instead of releasing your hand, he threads his fingers through it to stop your hand from wandering and you pout a little in your seat.

The drive to your place was far too long for Bradley, seemingly dragging on forever despite the almost empty roads, but that might have been the frustration bubbling inside of him that only seemed to grow every time he met your lust-blown eyes. When you finally stop at your place, he rushes out a thanks as he all but tumbles out of the car, causing you to giggle, and makes his way to your side, opening your door for you with a goofy grin on his face.

You mutter out a thanks to the driver before taking Bradleys outreached hand and climbing out yourself, you’re barely out of the car before the driver speeds off leaving you and Bradley at the bottom of the path leading to your place. Bradley can’t help himself as he cups your face in his hands and presses a deep kiss to your lips, which you gladly reciprocate, moving your lips in sync as you grab at the collar of his jacket.

You don’t wanna end the kiss, so instead you twist a little and start walking back on the path and Bradley’s hands move from your face to your waist to hold you steady and help prevent you from falling. Your back hits against the front door and you finally pull away from Bradley with laboured breaths, “I… I need to…”

All words vanish from your mind as Bradley starts to kiss down your neck, squeezing gently where his hands meet your hips, stopping at a particular spot that has you whining in pleasure to pay extra attention to it, you could already imagine the bruise that would be there come the morning. At your little sounds, Bradley smirks against your skin and kisses back up your neck making his way to your lips once again, where he places a gentle peck.

“What was that angel?” You roll your eyes at him playfully, turning your back to him with a smile as you start to rummage through your bag for your keys, which would be a thousand times easier if Bradley didn’t preoccupy himself with running his hands over your clothed body and placing kisses against your neck and shoulders, giving you a matching hickey on the other side. Finally, and with a fumbling hand, you find your keys and quickly unlock your door before turning to Bradley and pulling him in by his collar, dropping your purse by the door and pushing it closed with your foot.

Bradley hums appreciatively into your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist once again and pushing you against the door once again. You stay there, kissing each other slowly and passionately, as if you had all the in the world to enjoy each other. Eventually Bradley pulls away from you, laboured breaths fanning against your face as yours fanned against his and you want nothing more than to pull him forward into another kiss but you also know if you continued this here you wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.

You placed a hand on his chest, your blown out eyes looking into his, “I want this off lieutenant.” This time Bradley let’s himself moan at how his rank rolls of your tongue and pulls away from you enough to let himself the room to unbutton his jacket, and for you to bend down and take your shoes (which you put back on waiting for the uber, not wanting to carry them) off, throwing them down beside your purse.

After all the buttons are undone, your hands are spreading across the expanse of Bradley’s chest that was still covered by his hunder shirt until you are moving the jacket down his shoulders and off his body completely. His lips press to yours once again and you run your hand up his chest, and around his neck to play with the little hairs at the base of his neck. With this kiss, Bradley pushes his tongue into your waiting mouth and plays with your own causing a small moan to resonate from your throat.

While your hands are preoccupied, Bradleys are smoothing over your hips and running up the expanse of your rib cage to reach behind you and undo the zip on your dress, which he does quite fluidly and the bodice falls gently from your chest onto Bradleys. You pull away from him again, finger pressing against his white undershirt, “This too.”

Bradley only smirks and gladly removes the offending item of clothing, allowing you to take a step back so that your dress would fall from your frame completely and pool at the ground which leaves you in nothing but the matching set of underwear you put on earlier. Bradley groans at the sight, his hands reaching out to paw at the skin now exposed to him. He grips at your hips tightly, fingers digging into the skin as he does, pulling you close to his body.

“You are so goddamn perfect.”

If you weren’t already flushed from the situation, you most definitely would be from his compliment. You place a hand on Bradleys chest, pushing him slightly so he starts to walk backwards down your hall towards the bedroom, and while Bradley loved seeing you take a little bit of control he couldn’t let you have it all. So he very quickly has you pushed against the wall of the hall, right beside a photo of him and you, with his knee pressed between your thighs and he swears he can feel how wet you are through your panties and his dress trousers, causing him to groan as he kissed you once again. This time a little bit more fervently than the last.

You happily reciprocate, mixing your tongue with his and throwing your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. You moan gently as he knocks the knee in between your thigh against your aching core, which only encourages him to do it again only harder. This time you pull away from him with a desperate moan and he smirks at you.

“You like that angel?” You nod your head at him as he presses against you again and this time you grind down to meet the movement, letting out a moan as you do so. The sight of you grinding down on his knee has Bradley groaning and growing even harder in his dress pants than he was before. He needed to have you and he needed to have you now. Quickly, Bradley falls to his knees in front of you, his hands making quick work of discarding your panties, and he moans at the sight of you.

“You’re so wet angel, is all this for me?” He looks up at you through his lashes, hands now gripping onto your thighs and he looks so good between your thighs, pupils absolutely blown so that very little iris remains and a devilish smirk on his face. You can only nod at him, to which he tuts and bites gently down on your thigh causing you to whine. “Come on now angel, use your words like a good girl”

You swear you feel your wetness dripping down your thighs at his word and you bite back the whine gathering in your throat, “All for you lieutenant,” you had noticed the effect calling him by his rank had on him earlier and you were going to fully take advantage of that.

“That’s a good girl”

Suddenly Rooster licks a stripe up your slit, causing you to throw your head back with such force your picture frame shakes and let out a moan, your hand coming to tangle in Bradley’s hair as he continues to lick at your cunt. It goes at it like a man starved being presented his last meal, licking and sucking at your clit as he goes, which has you a moaning, panting mess above him, barely able to utter a coherent word other than ‘Bradley’.

You were teetering so close to the edge now, the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening. Bradley removed a hand from your thigh, instead bringing it round to rub gentle circles on your clit while he pushed his tongue into your entrance, causing you to tug on his hair with such a force that Bradley moaned and that was it, the coil in your stomach snapped and suddenly you were cuming all over Bradley’s face with a choked moan of his name.

But that didn’t stop him, no Bradley continued on throwing you into overstimulation as he swapped his finger and mouth. His mouth latched onto your clit while his middle finger slide into you, you were a babbling mess of ‘too much, too much’ but Bradley wasn’t going to stop. Not when you tasted and felt so good. Slowly he entered a second finger into you and you could feel your coil tightening once again as he moved in and out of you, occasionally curling his fingers to try and find the spot. Which he quickly does, your sharp intake of break and deep moan letting him know he’s found it.

Bradley lets go of your clit with a pop and looks up at you, slightly teary eyed at the overstimulation and with your mouth wide open as moan and moan slipped from your lips. He could have stayed like this forever, just watching you as he got you off with his mouth and fingers. He continued to abuse your g-spot, pressing against every time his finger push into you, watching your face twist in pleasure as he does. God you look and feel so good that he can’t help but reach into his dress trousers to rub at his cock to get some kind of relief, because at this point he feels like he might burst.

Bradley feels you tightening around his fingers and he presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, “You gonna cum for me again angel?” You nod your head, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you and the coil in your stomach gets tighter. This time Bradley bites at your thigh and scissors his fingers inside of you, “What I say angel? Gotta use your words?”

You let out another strangled moan, the coil read to snap once again, “Yes lieutenant, gonna cum again.” Bradley smirks against your thigh, you can feel it against your skin as he presses another gentle kiss there, “Go ahead angel, cum for me.”

Another strangled cry of his name falls past your lips as you cum for a second time and Bradley nearly moans at the sensation of you squeezing on his fingers and he can’t help imagine that feelings on his cock when he fucks you. Pulling his fingers from you, Bradley stands once again, smirking at your already fucked out expression, and places his fingers on your lips. Without needing instruction, you open your mouth and suck them in, swirling your tongue around them to clean them off.

“You’re such a good girl angel.” You whimper at his words and Bradley pulls his fingers from your mouth to cup your jaw and pull you into another searing kiss as his other hand wraps around your thigh and pulls it up to his waist in silent instruction, which you follow jumping to wrap both your legs around his waist, your bare cunt now rubbing against the fabric of his dress trousers and against his clothe cock hidden inside, causing a moan to fall from both your lips.

Bradley pulls you from the wall and proceeds to move towards your bedroom, he had spent the night innocently when you first moved in earlier in the week and knew exactly where he was going, never breaking your kiss as he does. Gently, he lowers you down onto your bed before breaking your kiss to stand at the end of your bed and watch you. Your pupils are completely blown and you whine at the loss of contact, which he finds just absolutely adorable.

“Patience angel. Now be a good girl and take your bra off for me.” You do as you're told, reaching behind you to unhook your bra and then throwing it somewhere in your bedroom, as Bradley reaches down and strips himself of his dress pants and boxers. Now, you had heard many a rumour in college about Bradley and how well endowed he was, and you were very happy to say that the rumours were true.

As Bradley’s cock smacks against his stomach, you salivate at the sight of it. You sit up as Rooster crawls onto the bed, strong thighs in between your knees, your chest rubbing against his providing stimulation to your nipples that has you moaning which Bradley takes advantage of by shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moan at the sensation, one hand grabbing at his neck while the other reaches down to stroke his cock.

You rub gently at the tip first, gathering the precum in your palm, which Bradley moans obscenely at, and then you start moving your hand up and down his length using the precum as a lubricant. You smirk into your kiss with Bradley as he continues to moan at the sensation of your hand wrapped around his length, suddenly the sensation of your nail scratching lightly at the underside of his cock has him cursing and stuttering forward. Bradley knew he wasn’t going to last long if you continued your teasing and there was no way he was going to cum unless he was wrapped in your pretty pussy.

Suddenly Bradley grabs your hand from his length, as well as the one on his neck, and pins them above your head with one hand with a small growl that has you clenching your thighs together to get some friction despite having already came twice.

“That's enough teasing from you angel.”

You whine lightly, and struggle against his grip, wanting to touch him, but he simply tuts at your behaviour and rubs his cock through your folds, catching your clit on the tip as he does. You moan at the sensation and let a please slip past your lips.

“Please what baby?”

“Ple…Please fuck…fuck me lieutenant”

You can barely get the words out as Bradley continues rocking though your folds, hitting against your clit every time he does, but you do. Bradley smiles, leaning down to kiss you as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushing himself in. You gasp at the stretch, eyes closing and mouth falling open as you do.

“You okay angel?”

You nod your head, “Yes, feels s’good, keep going.”

Bradley was not one to deny you what he wanted, so slowly he kept going until he was bottomed out in you. God you felt absolutely amazing as you squeezed him trying to adjust to the size. He was definitely bigger than anything you had before, so you needed time to adjust. After a few seconds you're begging Bradley to move, you needed him to move, and so he obeys by pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in again which causes a loud, pornogaphic moan to fall from your lips.

He does it again, and again, hitting the right spot over and over again as he did, which caused you to see stars but you still needed more. “Faster Bradley, please.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Bradley moves faster, causing a moan to fall from your lips with every movement. The pleasure was immense, you could feel every part of him inside you, every ridge and every vein pressing against your walls and you could swear his head was hitting against your cervix, and you could feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten once again.

You begin to babble out Bradley’s name as you approached another orgasm and he threads the fingers of the hand holding your arms down with one of yours, letting the other one go to come down and grab at his shoulder as he pistoned his hips into you, “I’m right here angel, you’re doing so well for me.”

He lets out a deep moan as you squeeze down on him with the praise, pressing kisses and bites to your shoulders and collarbones, moving his way down until his lips wrapped around your nipples as a way to contain his sounds and to stop him from speaking, because if you squeezed down on him everytime he praised you there was no way he was lasting to give you another orgasm, and he was determined to give you another one.

With a sharp snap of his hips, he finds your g-spot once again, moving on from beating your cervix, and instead beating into that spot over and over again causing loud moans and whimpers to fall from yours lips as the coil inside you tightened and tightened again and with a whimper you let Bradley know you’re gonna cum again.

With a pop he releases your nipple and brings his free hand down to rub at your clit to bring you over the edge as he continues his abuse of you g-spot, “Come on angel, cum for me. You’ve been taking me so well.”

With the pressure on your clit and the praise falling from Bradley’s lips you quickly fall over the edge and cum around his cock, the pressure from you squeezing him so tightly causing his hips to stutter as he reaches his own peak, filling you up with his cum. You openly moan at the sensation of him pulsing inside you, the feeling of his cum painting your walls just felt amazing to you.

Bradley quickly presses a kiss to your lips as he pulls out of your sensitive hole, and runs a hand gently through your hair, your little butterflies lost somewhere in the chaos. You place a hand against his cheek and kiss him back gently, your fingers moving to push some hair off his sweaty forehead. As he pulls his lips of yours, Bradley presses his forehead against yours with a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re amazing (Y/N), I love you”

“I love you too Bradley”

Bradley lifts himself off you and off the bed, to which you groan already missing his warmth, and Bradley just rolls his eyes a little as he moves towards the bathroom. “I’m only getting a washcloth to clean up with, stop being a baby.”

You still pout at his turned back, though you are grateful he’s going to clean you up, most men didn’t but then again Bradley wasn’t most men. He’s back in seconds, a damp washcloth in hand and he’s gentle in the way he wipes you down from your neck and chest to your aching pussy where his cum is dripping out, making sure to wipe down your thighs as well before throwing the washcloth in your wash basket.

Bradley gently lifts you from the bed, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he does, so he can pull back the blankets before he sets you back down. Though you are desperate for his touch, and he knows it, he goes over to the drawer he knows you keep your pyjamas in and pulls out and oversized shirt he gave you in college and then he goes to a drawer you had made up for him of some sweats and stuff so he could get changed at your place after training.

Quickly, he slips the sweats on over his hips before making his way back over to you. Your eyes are slightly glazed over and they are struggling to stay open as you fight with sleep, but still you turn to him and match the small smile on his face. “Arms up”

Bradley’s voice is soft but still commanding and you do as your told, raising your arms up so he can put the oversized shirt on you. Once it’s on, he leans on the bed slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You need anything angel? Water? Snacks?”

You shake your head and move over on the bed, “Just you B”

Bradley smiles and crawls into bed next you, pulling you close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulder. Your head rests on his pec while your hand reaches out to rest opposite you, just about his heart, and you follow the rhythm of beating until your eyes are closing and your drifting off to sleep.

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You wake up to a text from an unknown number of a photo of you and Bradley wrapped up in one another in the ocean the night before, you seemed to be in the perfect position for the moon to illuminate your bodies as you kiss, “You’re souls are so deeply intertwined with one another that even the moon bends to your love xxx Molly”.

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keys-hellscape-1020 · 11 months

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Yeet.

A/N: this is just pure word vomit. I’m so sorry. The title is SO bad but I was giggling so hard when I wrote it. Also this is literally so fucking self-indulgent.

Summary: Spider-People have a sixth sense. This is common knowledge to anyone who intimately knows one. What you didn’t know however was that it can occasionally misinterpret intentions, leading to disastrous results.

Hobie Brown x gn!Reader

Contents: No use of Y/N, anxiety mentions, reader gets full on thrown through a window, reader dissociates (symptoms of dissociation are described in depth), reader gets injured, angst, hurt/comfort

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It was mid-afternoon, the sun starting to lower towards the sky-line as you hauled your bags back from the grocery store. It wasn’t a long walk, not by any means, by the bags were heavy with ingredients for dinner and the sun was at the perfect angle to shine in your eye.

As you dragged yourself through the lobby of your apartment you could feel your heart flutter at the gentle vibration of your phone in your pocket. Hobie must be telling you that he entered through the window. How you longed to see him, today had been impossibly long and he had a subtle way of making everything better.

As you shuffled your way into the elevator, smacking the button awkwardly with your elbow, you impatiently watched as you rose through the levels of your apartment building.

It felt like a century. But eventually you were met with the sweet ding of the elevator reaching the correct floor. You dragged yourself one last time out of the elevator and down the hall, however instead of the sound of sweet guitar cords you were met with silence.

You anxiously creep down the hallway. When Hobie comes over he always plays his guitar loud enough for the whole floor to hear. As annoying as it was to your neighbors you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop, the sweet melody melting the stress right off your bones.

You somehow manage to mangle your key out of your pocket without putting anything down, and as soon as you’re inside you’re dropping your groceries without a care in the world and pulling out your phone.

As you unlock it your worst fear is confirmed, it was Hobie texting you alright. Him not playing his guitar almost certainly meant something was horribly wrong. To make matters worst Hobie had said he had a “surprise” for you. That made the anxiety in your stomach twist even harder, the idea of one of Hobie’s many enemies capturing him, or using you to get to him sparking to life in your mind.

You leave the door to your apartment open a crack, just incase you need to run, and creep down the hallway. The door to your bedroom is open just a crack, and light is spilling out of your room, causing you to hold your breath as you creep closer.

You perch on your toes, hoping to decrease the chance of someone hearing you as you near the door, hands posed at your side, ready to fight for your life or run as fast as your legs could carry you at a moments notice.

You lean on the door frame and push the door open another few inches using the side of your foot, holding your breath as the hinges let out a loud squeak.

When you don’t hear any immediate threats coming from inside the room you carefully shift your weight forward, gripping the door frame like it would keep you from harm.

You feel your heart leap with relief as you see not one of Hobie’s enemies, but Hobie himself. He’s sitting in your desk chair, facing the closed window. He has his guitar in his hands, but that is not what stands out to you. Instead what stands out is the pair of headphones on his head, forcing his wicks out of the way in a messy way that shows he has not taken much care when placing them on his head in the first place.

You scrunch your nose in delight at the comical sight and decide that some teasing is in order, after the near heart attack he gave you.

You creep forward, your movements reminding you of a cat as a Cheshire grin grows on your face. You still completely when you’re in pouncing distance and you see Hobie’s finger still on his guitar strings. A small cue, but one that indicated you’re plan would be foiled if you didn’t attack right… Now!

You pounce forward, you barely feel your nails scrap the thread of Hobie’s shirt before a firm force is pressing on your stomach, pushing you up and over yourself.

You can barely breath, a second and an eternity pass as you crash through the air.

You don’t think you’ve ever hit anything as hard as you just did.

The top of your head and one of your shoulders feel the crunch of the impact first, but it does nothing to slow your movements as your thighs crumple downwards you, and then past you still.

It doesn’t take you long to realize that you’re falling.

Not that you had a long time to realize.

You didn’t realize that you had the instinct to face the ground. Was that something that was impeded in every human? Or were you simply privy to this trait as you saw your boyfriend leap through the air on a near daily basis?

Whatever the cause, your descent is stopped by the feeling of something pulling on your back. It reminds you of how a bully would pull on your backpack in middle school, only if the bully was a double-decker bus instead of a 12 year old.

Your internal debate on the nature of 12-year-old assholes is stopped as you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in through the cracked frame of a window.

You didn’t remember being pulled in the wrong way through the air. Traveling in reverse. But it would be impossible to forget Hobie’s face staring at you with as much concern as you’ve ever seen on it, eyes wide and almost glassy.

You can feel the tightness of his grip on your shoulders, and you’re sure his fingerprints will be imprinted in your skin. You can see his mouth moving quickly but you can’t hear his voice.

You look vaguely at the busted window frame, the wood is cracked and splintering in nearly a hundred places. You fear your landlords reaction when he sees that. How are you going to explain it?

You feel Hobie gently brushing your forehead with his thumb, pulling you from your thoughts. You look down and see small specks of glass, almost like glitter, dusting your lap. You raise a hand to your head and it comes back a deep vermilion, you swear it sparks the same as that damned glitter.

You feel Hobie’s hand on your cheek, turning your eyes towards him.

“You with me?” Hobie’s eyes are large and concerned, troubled brows peering at you.

You can barely find the strength to make eye contact, mind still far off, falling through the atmosphere, clouds catching in your throat.

You feel Hobie’s firm thumb on your cheek, consistent pressure pulling your mind back down to earth.

“Hey now. Focus on me.”

You blink a few times, and slowly feel your bones becoming solid once more. You can hear the traffic out the window, Hobie’s breathing, feel the warmth of blood on your head. You find your chest naturally matching the rhythm of Hobie’s as he breathes deeply, prompting you to copy him.

You go to reach up to your head once more, intent of seeing how bad your injury is, but Hobie grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back down.

He stares at you for an intense moment before he scoops you up bridal style, being so incredibly gentle as he stands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Luv.” He sounds more quite and subdued then you have ever heard him. He walks oh so gently, slow and smooth so as not to bump or jostle you.

He sits you down on the counter of the bathroom gently, and pulls a first-aid kit out from under the sink. Typically it is you patching him up after patrol, looks like the tables have turned this time.

He works in utter silence. His first mission is staunching the wound on your head. It’s no where near the point of requiring stitches, it had simply bleed a lot as head wounds are prone to doing. He cleans the wound efficiently, and before you know it the wound is hidden by a thick, white bandage on your forehead.

The rest of your wounds are thankfully small, and don’t take much treatment. After a few wipes from a damp cloth and some Neosporin your wounds are treated. The only evidence that still prove the incident occurred recently is your blood stained clothing.

Hobie stays in the same spot he was in as he treated your wounds, hovering almost. His normally large presence has shrunk and if your didn’t know better you’d say he was trying to hide himself away from you.

You are staring at your hands, finding your fingers very interesting as the intense silence clouds the air, closing in around your throat you want to say something to break it, but your throat chokes in on itself as soon as you open it.

“I’m sorry.”

Hobie looks so small as he whispers those words to you. His hands are ghosts on your thighs, you can feel him, but you’ve never felt so separated from him. He eyes the tile of the bathroom and you can practically see him beating himself up, pulling away from you in a belligerent attempt to protect you.

You gently place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards yours, forcing him to look at you. “I don’t blame you.”

“I know.”

“I still trust you.”

He glanced away from you briefly, and blinks aggressively like he’s fighting off tears. “Are you sure you should?”

Instead of a verbal response you take one of his hands from your thigh and guide it your head, setting the tips of his fingers right on the thick bandage that lays there. “This is proof that you care. That it was an accident and we both regret it. I trust you with my life.”

He suddenly lurches forward, pulling you into his body with a sob. You hold him gently as he cries into you, rubbing his back comfortingly, letting him feel his emotions and let them out.

You have no idea how long you sat there on your bathroom counter, blood stained clothing as you try to piece back together the broken pieces of your boyfriend without any words. But none were needed.

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angsthology · 5 months

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“oh, god, no...” — or an alt title: three people bonding over random things as alex makes a horrible decision

one of his worst ideas ever. he’s never doing it ever again.

a/n ckckckckcck i love u dino anon but i was a bit stumped on where this could go BUT i give u surprise to make it more fun i love love love alex my i wanna say pookie but i cant take that word seriously. also im guilty of oversharing roolore in these suposedly shorter chapters. and now that im realizing things this kinda suck lawl

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

after a long day of media, roo was finally free to do whatever she pleased (that being going back to her hotel and pass out until whatever time her body wakes up). currently, she’s slipping on her backpack and taking her phone out, scrolling mindlessly on her contacts until she found the right name.

“where the hell are you?” she starts, holding her phone to her face. “alright. you wanna watch a movie ‘til we pass out?” she paused waiting for an answer as she walks out of the building, “‘kay, i’ll meet you out front.”

just as she clicked her phone off, she looked up to be met with a face that just… stood there with a smile—making her jump and scream in surprise, catching the attention of people around.

when she collected all her life (that had been scattered when she got spooked) she took notice of the source of her heart-attack. he smiled innocently still, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

alex, the culprit in question didn’t falter (though he did flinch a little bit at her outburst), he saw this one coming and to be quite frank, he did this to himself.

“i deserved that.” he closed his eyes in acceptance of defeat. alas, he brushed it off, he moved to her side and slung a hand around her shoulder. she was about to shrug him off but decided against it. “how would you feel about helping me pick my next hair color?”

that piqued her interest, she finally looks up to come face-to-face with him again, though now a smile graced her face like a cheshire cat.

his face fell. he was starting to slowly regret his decision.

without another word, a large grin still etching her face, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started scrolling through something. when alex tried to take a peek, she immediately moved away to prevent him from doing so mumbling something along the lines of ‘corporate secrets’.

he made a face at her words. but when she finally showed him her screen, he felt as if the face he made before was a bit premature.

“what the hell is that?!” he exclaimed.

she moved her phone so she could see the picture for herself seeing not what she had opened before but rather a video instead, “oh, sorry, this was from my pitbull concert. he’s great, isn’t he?” she happily showed him the video again.

he gave her another face.

“right, uh, here.” she showed him the correct picture.

he paused. “…what is that supposed to be?”

looking at the picture again, she took a second to think about it then shrug, “neon green/yellow-ish, give or take.”

his mouth drops at her direction. “what do you mean?”

“what do you mean, ‘what do i mean’?” she takes a look at his shocked face then decided to continue, “i mean: neon green/yellow-ish!” pausing, thinking back her words, “give or take!” she pauses again and re-clarified much calmer, “okay, maybe a bit more faded and muted.”

he shook his head, non-verbally ending that part of the discussion.

“where are we even going to get that kind of color?”

she shrugs, “i know a guy.”

the two girls were now currently sitting on the couch, the doberman peacefully laying between them—her eyes too, like theirs, glued to the television playing jurassic park when suddenly a knock came, shifting all three of the girls’ attention towards it.

roo was about to get up to check who it was. being who she was, she had to be extra careful who to let into her living quarters.

“it’s me!” the other side announced.

she looked away from the door and blinked, her brows screwing together in thought until she realized who that voice belonged to.

“alex?” she tested the waters.

“yeah!”

she sighed, her eyes then looking expectantly at the dog that lied beside her, tilting her head as if she were the dog asking their owner for something.

the dog whimpers as if groaning at her request. alas, she jumped off the couch begrudgingly walking towards the door and jumping up to open it.

“he— huh?” alex stopped in his tracks when instead of seeing his friend right behind the door, she was way far sitting on the couch with her friend. she greeted him nonetheless then motioning her hand towards the dog that sat quaintly besides the door, smiling up at him happily.

“oh!” he raised his brows in surprise then bending down to pet the dog who happily accepted, “who’s this fella?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, his accent stronger than usual.

“that’s jet, she’s mine.” roo answered from the couch, jurassic park long forgotten. “what are you doing here?” she asked the brit.

alex then moved his attention away from the dog, his hand still petting her chin, “uhm—i need your help.”

“with what?” her voice slightly gurgling from taking a sip of her drink.

he then holds up the boxes of hair dye with a forced awkward smile.

she gave him a look, “what about your girlfriend?”

“busy today,” he shrugged.

“then do it tomorrow.” she counters.

“okay, fine, i’m bored and alone.” he confessed.

she wanted to help; she really did but—

she groaned loudly; head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“would you believe me if i say my ass is glued and have already morphed into this couch?”

“i would, actually.”

suddenly, from far behind on the other side of the couch—her presence almost forgotten—nika made herself present, “i’ll help. my ass is getting tired of the couch and i’m pretty good with handling people’s hair; i actually spent a summer working in my mom’s salon once.”

roo the gasped, turning around to face her friend with her jaw slack in shock—sarcasm written all over her face—“you had a job? like an actual job? once upon a time?”

“oh shut the fuck up,” she waved off the racing driver and stood up from her seat on the couch over to the other. “now get up, let’s do this.”

about a half an hour into their attempt, nika and alex had set up a mini salon chair using one of the hotel’s dining table chairs with a layer of plastic sitting on the ground. the latter sat on a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth draped over the top of his body. if anyone were to come in through the front door right now, they would assume kidnapping with a side of chemical testing. nika herself had changed into one of her uglier shirts incase they would accidentally get some dye on it.

the alfa romeo driver, on the other hand, still sat where she was the entire time unmoving and un-helping, now having the large dog sat on her lap feeding treats off of her hand while the other scratches the dog between her ears.

“alright. i think that’s all of your hair.” the girl stepped back from her friend’s friend’s hair, admiring the work she’s done. “now we wait. —good luck al,” she said as she took off the plastic gloves that were now mostly green.

alex—whose chair was facing the door for some reason—gripped the chair with his two (clean) hands and moved it around along with himself so he can face the couch. “so…” he looked between his co-worker and her friend, “does she just… go everywhere with you?”

“yeah.” she answered shortly before continuing, “you guys have wags i have… this.”

he looked at nika again, “no offense to you, but—”

“it’s fine, have you met her?” she shrugged pointing at the little shit she unfortunately calls a friend.

he chuckled then continued, “what about daisy-mae? i thought she was your best friend?”

“she is. this one’s just fit baggage claim. plus—daisy’s a serious scholar she’s still very busy getting her degree.”

from the kitchen sink, nika scoffed, “yeah, while she’s stuck with me around the world, mae’s stuck with atticus in college.”

alex the jumped into the conversation at the familiar name, “oh! the drummer, right?”

“yes.”

“oh—hey,” nika turned around from the sink and walked to the closest counter to the two friends, “there’s still quite some left, who wants it?”

as if sensing an idea in the air, jet jumps off roo’s lap and ran into another room.

said girl sighs, “man, knew jet was too smart for trips like this. should’ve known i should’ve brought bennie instead.”

as if the dog heard her, a bark came from the other room.

“whatever. i guess that’s one option out the window,” she turns to nika over the counter, “do me!” she smiles happily.

“alright. your death wish.”

alex, who was momentarily smiling, dropped his previous expression, “wait what—”

te1enoviyuhs

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te1enoviyuh some notes from yours truly:

lilymhe why did u have to dump babysitting duties

and gooddyeyoung thank u for the hair dye i love hayley williams 🥰

and uh i guess awstenknight thanks for the hookup and free dye

and to everyone else!!!! hey. dump acc just dropped

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backbiteroo WHO LET YOU DO THIS

te1enoviyuh backbiteroo myself. i am a grown woman.

selvnika the nika salon is now open for business 🥰

te1enoviyuh selvnika i hope you bankrupt and close

selvnika te1enoviyuh kiss yourself.

norrislftv selvnika ??????

norrislftv OH

alex_albon why was i not tagged 😕 i thought we were twins now

te1enoviyuh alex_albon hm. sure. u wish

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gaslytv what does... alex mean... when he said... twins...

schupastry this is so random but so cute

awstenknight youre welcome grinch

te1enoviyuh awstenknight 🖕

lilymhe 😬😬 i apologize for having a job

te1enoviyuh lilymhe don’t apologize for that. apologize for not taking ur kid to work.

lilymhe te1enoviyuh that i won’t apologize for.

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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saw your post about peter blurbs and i had to send an ask🤭🤭

imagine peter being protective at the royal balls even though you two aren’t official🤞🏻🤞🏻

he keeps an eye on you while you talk to princes from other kingdoms and while he’s stood next to you he keeps a hand around you waist omg i’m gonna pass out and susan notices and points out his behaviour making you both blush cuz your just friends right😧😧

sorry that was pretty long omg but PETER😍🤞🏻♥️🤭🫶🏻😘

If anyone asked if you preferred to fight three hundred soldiers on your own or attend a royal ball, without thinking twice, you’d pick the first option. There was nothing in this world that could make you more nervous, more anxious and scared than a ball room full of people ready to judge you for every small detail, from your hair to your shoes, and the way you speak and if you’re proper while eating and referring to the many royals in the room.

You hated it, and couldn’t count the many times you sneaked out of a ball feeling your heart beating furiously and your sight getting blurring. The many times you had a panic attack for one interaction and Peter had to rush behind you to make sure you were okay.

And Peter was the sweetest. He’d sit with you for how goddamn long you needed to settle down your heart and mind, and he’d walk you to your chambers, tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight before heading back to his High King duties. You were surprised it had been taking this long for people to figure out you two were more than just friends, but you were glad to still have your relationship just for the two of you.

In those few months you saw your friendship grow to be something more, you appreciated every moment you’d have just Y/n and Pete. No duties, no titles, just you. But if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, that meant getting used to balls, to festivals, to royal duties and diplomatic meetings. If he wanted you as his queen, which he’d constantly remind you with kisses and touches how much he’d want it, you had to get used to all of it.

Hence, there you stood on your own, talking with the prince of Archenland while your dress weighed you down, sitting tight around your body and making it difficult for you to breathe. Another two nobles joined in your conversation, and you started to breathe a lot faster, feeling your heartbeat join in on the speed race.

Suddenly, a warm hand sat on your waist, Peter's strong and imposing presence making itself known behind you. He looked you deep in your eyes, full of concern over you, sky blue boring into yours and a heavy dose of tranquillisers. Lowering his chin, he checked to see if you were alright, for which you gave him a soft smile, masking your nervousness to not freak him out.

For the longest time, Peter’s hand never left your waist, thumb caressing you through your dress. He held you too close, not that you would complain, but you knew it’d raise suspicion.

As your heartbeat had gone back to normal, your hand went to your waist, touching ever so slightly the tips of his fingers as a thank you for his presence.

“You did well, my love” he complimented you once you’re finally left alone, pulling you slightly closer.

“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t arrived in time. I was about to freak out when he started talking about politics and trade.” Peter blew out a breathy laugh, hiding behind your head and sneaking it a kiss. Lowering himself a bit, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re going to make a great queen someday.” sneaking a glance at his handsome face, adorned with his heavy golden crown, you threw him a smile when you saw him playing on his face, a warmth climbing up your cheeks as his hand climbed a bit higher to rest just under your breasts.

“If you want to hide in a ball I suggest you do more than staying on the side.” Susan warned you as she appeared at your side. “You’re not doing your best at being discreet.” she said, glancing swiftly at where your hands met. “Peter, I guess the King wants to talk to you right at this moment.”

Noticing his sister’s insistent tone, he dismissed himself with a wave of the head and left you too alone, the place where his hands had been resting on your body feeling hollow with the sudden lack of warmth.

“I’m not sure what’s going on between you two, but I support it.” she whispered, pushing you playfully with her shoulder. “Tonight, in your room, for the full details?”

A large smile growing in your face, you nod your head, excited to finally share with her your love story

a/n: i’m so excited to finally be writing for peter, keep sending in more x

#peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie fluff #peter pevensie blurb #peter pevensie #narnia imagine

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girls-alias · 5 months

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P1

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 1

Words: 1,222

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS! S1E12.

Prompt:

I wrote this a few years ago based on the episode "Faith" in Supernatural Season 1 episode 12. I have updated and edited but have quite a bit already written so will be slowly uploading them. Hope you enjoy it. It was originally written with an original character but I will be changing it as I go through it.

I lay in my hospital bed just waking up, my vision remained blurry until I rubbed my eyes. I stretched and yawned but it was cut short when my wounds pulled and sent pain through my spine. I sighed resting my head back and rolling my eyes. When will this nightmare end?! I looked around and saw my doctor, I took my headphones off realising he was talking to a new and very attractive patient. We look around the same age and he has a roughed and tired look to him. I overheard the doctor talking about his heart attack being triggered by electrocution which is pretty badass to me. The doctor smiled sympathetically at him before walking out, he gave me a soft smile as he passed my bed. The guy groans in pain. His bed isn't too far from me so I decided to make him feel welcome.

"Hey," I smiled once he turned his head to look at me.

"Hey," He replied faintly.

"Does it hurt to talk?" I asked softly.

"Everything just hurts at the moment," He added making me feel sorry for him but he said it in a way that showed he was fighting through it and didn't need pity. I smiled at him reassuringly and turned my head to look at the ceiling. We didn't speak for a while and my brain was swarming with thoughts on something to say but was cut off when I heard him shuffling around. I looked over to see him struggling to sit up in bed. I panicked.

"Wow, what are you doing? You need to rest," I asked in a panicked tone.

"I need the bathroom and I am not peeing in that tub," He replied bitterly making me giggle.

"Can't you get a nurse to help you to the bathroom?" I asked but he looked at me slightly confused.

"They're busy, I can do it myself, why are you so concerned?" He asked as if no one had ever worried about him before. I didn't know why I was so concerned. I guess my protective side was coming out. He seemed to look at me apprehensively as if the only people who had ever been nice to him were lying, I know that feeling. I smiled wiping my thoughts of my old partner who left me for dead when he got scared on a job.

"At least let me help you," I added and sat up with more ease than he did. I stood in front of him and offered him my hand. He looked at me deeply before taking it. I pulled him up and carried a lot of his weight through his arm. He groaned as he anchored his feet, he sucked air through gritted teeth before taking a slow but painful step.

"I'm Dean, by the way," He struggled to say as we made our way to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

"I'm Y/N," I replied with a smile.

"A pretty name for a smoking hot girl, how are you in here anyway?" He added making me giggle. He's smooth. I'll give him that.

"I was struck by lightning," I shrugged but he looked confused.

"I didn't realise there was a storm," He added but I giggled slightly.

"There wasn't. I guess you could just say it was Supernatural." I couldn't help but smirk.

"You don't know the half of it," He scoffed making me giggle. Regular people don't believe in the supernatural but I scoffed, Dean doesn't know half of it. We got to the bathroom door and I helped Dean inside.

"You know you don't have to wait outside," He said jokingly with a smirk. I laughed as I exited. I walked over to the wheelchairs and wheeled one of them to the door. I sat in it while I waited. Once the door opened Dean looked at the chair and gave me a bitch face. I chuckled as I shook my head and got up.

"Get in or so help me I will finish you off," I threatened to make Dean laugh. He took a seat and I wheeled him to his bed and helped him back in.

"The scars on your back are pretty cool are they from the lightning?" He asked making me smile.

"Yeah, they're kind of common in victims of the weather," I replied with a shrug, I moved the wheelchair aside and climbed back into bed. "Wait, how did you see them?" I asked suspiciously. Dean smirked.

"I hate hospital gowns but not when they're on you," He charmed adding a wink and I giggled as I shook my head. I realise he must have seen my underweared butt, but considering I didn't hear him complaining I was fine with it. The doctors say I can't wear clothes yet as the wounds are still a little open, as soon as they close up I can leave. Dean saw there was a TV beside his bed and started flicking through the channels and adding random comments to make me laugh.

A tall guy with dark hair walked in and made eye contact with me, I smiled politely making him smile back before he continued and stood in front of Dean's bed. "You ever watch daytime TV? It's terrible," Dean asked the male. The guy sighed. "That fabric softener bear, oh I want to hunt that son of a bitch down," He added I suppressed a giggle.

"Dean, I spoke with your doctor." The guy sadly informed.

"Yeah," Dean sighed and turned the TV off. "Looks, like you're going to be leaving town without me,"

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to leave you here," The tall guy added.

"Ay, you better take care of that car, I swear I'll haunt your ass," Dean added trying to joke but the guy didn't laugh.

"I don't think that's funny," The guy's voice was close to breaking and you could hear he was upset for Dean.

"Oh, come on. It's a little funny," Dean eased but wasn't helping.

"Dean, don't be a dick," I spoke up making them look at me.

"But it's my speciality," He argued. I gave him a scolding look, eyebrow raised. "Okay. Look, Sammy. What can I say it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it the end of the story," Dean was wallowing in self-pity and it was easy to see he'd stopped fighting. The 'Sammy' guy didn't hesitate to reply.

"Don't talk like that alright, we still have options." He spoke softly like he was afraid to hurt him any more than he already was.

"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation." Dean's tone was bitter. "You got to know it's not easy, I'm gonna die, and you can't stop it."

"Watch me," Sammy added before leaving with a determined look. Dean sighed. I climbed out of bed walked over to Dean's bed and sat at his feet. He looked at me confused.

"So, you're going to give up?" I asked in a soft tone.

"There's nothing we can do," He added annoying me.

"But wouldn't you rather go down fighting?" I asked and he seemed to think it all through. I smirked knowing I had him questioning it and left him to think it over.

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simphornies · 3 months

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Good Morning/Afternoon/Night!

Can I please request a Vox x Female Angel Reader but it's more based on this KDrama show of Son-o Gong and Jin seon mi

Where Son-O Gong(Vox) have this bracelet on his wrist would that would always gripped onto his heart whenever and if he ever made Jin seon mi(Reader) Sad or Scared?

And the fact only Reader is able to take the bracelet off of him but the thing is...Reader still doesn't trust him and unfortunately to Box's dismay his power of hipnotizing someone doesn't work on Reader to take the bracelet off...

(PS: If Reader is happy or Content or anything but sad or scared Box will remain unharmed by the bracelet's power)

A/N: Honestly, I haven't watched that show. I wish I could but I don't have Netflix </3 Anyways I hope this is good enough for your request anon! It was a fun write. I apologize if it's not what you wanted. I also don't know how to title this <3

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Vox x Reader

The last extermination was filled with casualties on both sides. Hell and Heaven lost souls. You, however, lost your absolute sanity after the extermination. You tried to stop the extermination and almost caused an uprising. You deliberately caused disorder within the heavenly principles that led to you falling like Lucifer while everyone in Hell had their guards up. You snuck into a tall building with three V’s at the top, hoping someone wouldn’t catch you.

Unfortunately for you, the overlord that owned the building caught you as soon as you walked in. You two made eye contact. He was in absolute shock, maybe with a little bit of fear, that there’s now a whole angel in his lobby. Before he could make a move to attack, you flew straight towards him and clasped a bracelet on his wrist that immediately adjusted its size to his wrist. He felt a shift in his body, his heart felt tight. The bracelet was one that you had made, a special bracelet that gave you a little bit of control on the wearer and gauged off of your emotions.

You were scared after being spotted, causing the bracelet to immediately send a tightness in his chest, bringing him to the ground.

“What the fuck is this?” Vox cussed, clutching his chest with his claws, almost ripping his suit. “I didn’t do shit. What do you want from me? Who are you? What business does an angel have in my building?”

“I…” You cleared your throat and stood tall, “My name is Y/N. That bracelet is now connected to your heart. You are under my control. You won’t be able to take or break it off.” Your fear subsided and so did the pain in Vox’s chest. He took deep breaths, choosing to stay on the floor as he looked up at you. “I’ve fallen from Heaven. I want you to take me in. We can make a deal. I’ll provide you assistance and protection in exchange for a place to live and funds to do so for as long as I desire.”

Though you held yourself with confidence, Vox didn’t miss the gloss over your eyes as if you were just crying. He slowly gets up, the height difference between you two becoming obvious as he now looks down at you. “Alright, angel.” He held his hand out to you, “A deal then. Not like I have a choice, do I?”

You reached for his hand to shake it but before you could take it, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you close to him. An arm snaked around your waist and he looked you in the eyes. His left eye started to spiral, “Why don’t you take this bracelet off for me, Y/N?” His voice was laced with a video sound effect. He was trying to hypnotize you.

You stared at him with an unimpressed look. His grin faltered at your expression. “Excuse my profanity but what the fuck are you doing?”

He blinked, eye no longer spiraling. He pulled away, “Fuck does it not work on you?” He mumbled to himself.

You tilted your head before realizing what he was trying to do. “Oh.” You laughed a bit at his attempt to which he side-eyes you for. “Sorry. I forgot to tell you. Your ‘powers’ won’t work on me as long as you have that bracelet on.” You pat his shoulder, “Nice try though!”

Vox groaned, “And you didn’t start with that? What else does this shit have?”

“Why would I tell you that?” You smiled at him, holding your hands behind your back, “Just be a good boy for me and you won’t get hurt, okay? Let’s be friends.”

“Friends?” He scoffed, “I’m stuck under your ‘control’ or whatever that fuckin’ means and you want to be friends?”

“Look Mr. Flatscreen Head, do you really think I’m gonna be stuck in here without some sort of security?” You huffed, “I can’t trust you but you’re stuck with me, deal or not, you can’t get that bracelet off and if you do anything to me…Well. You’ll find out.”

“First of all,” He crossed his arms, squinting at you, “My name is Vox. Not Flatscreen Head. And second of all. That’s a fair point. You’re smarter than you look and I’m not really going to test anything out with this tacky device. Shit hurt when you first put it on.”

You squinted back at him, “Tacky?” You say, offended. “It’s not my fault you can’t rock gold.”

He gasped, “How dare you say I can’t rock gold. I can most definitely rock gold.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah whatever you say, Vox.” Your voice was laced with sass.

Vox didn’t want to admit it, but the way you say his name was like music to his ears. He straightened his suit and held his hands behind his back, copying you. “Whatever. You can stay here. On one condition.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Bold of you to order conditions considering you’re stuck in that bracelet. But I’ll allow it, what is it?”

“You stay in my room.”

“What? Why?”

“Look at you.” He gestured to your outfit and your very obviously angelic hair style. “You’re obviously not from here. And I can’t guarantee someone will try some shit knowing there’s an angelic being in here. And I can keep you safe there better than if you were in your own room, I’ll be closer so if there’s anything you need, I’m there.”

You squint, crossing your arms, “Sounds like a trap.”

He blinked and held out the wrist that the bracelet was on, “I’m the one that’s really trapped here.”

“Fine.” You say, giving in, “Whatever. But I want my own bed. I’m not sleeping next to you. I don’t know what your sinful motives are.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Of course you’ll get your own bed. Wait…” A smirk crept up on his face, “You thought you were going to be in the same bed as me?” He leaned close to your face, “What were you thinking I was going to do to you, huh? Somethin’ dirty, angel?”

Your face turns red as you push his screen away, “N-No! I…” You groaned, covering your face as you turned your head away, “Shut up! I wasn’t thinking of such things with you.”

He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He takes in your red face, “You know…I wouldn’t mind doing some sinful things with a beauty like you, angel.”

You were going to explode and your heart felt funny. You knew you couldn’t trust demons and this might just be one of his tricks to get you to take the bracelet off. You were unbelievably flustered and tried to pull away from him but he just snaked his arm around your waist, one of his claws gently tracing where your wings popped out of, making them flutter.

“Now that I look closer at you, I wouldn’t mind being stuck to you.” He grins, a teasing tone obvious in his voice.

“Free me from your grasp, demon! Let me go!” You protest as you retract your wings into your body to stop him from messing with the base. “Just take me to the damn room!”

With one swift movement, you were now being carried in his arms. “I’ll take you there, no need to walk.” He winked.

“Stop flirting with me for fucks sake.” You complained. Your face could not get any redder at his boldness.

“Hmmm…No. It’s actually fun for me. I’m stuck under your control and with you. Might as well make the situation worth it.”

And that’s how you and Vox first met when you fell in Hell a year ago. His flirty advances never wavered over the months you spent with him. You often caught him trying to sneak into your bed when you were going to sleep to which you simply just roughly pushed him off with your wings, not even bothering to turn your body to face him. Over the span of the year, the two of you grew to be close friends and trusted each other with secrets. You often spent time accompanying him to business meetings as an extra form of intimidation to push other sinners to agree to the deals he offered. Your sanity was drained at every attempt. You didn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the attention he gave you.

With your presence, his power grew and so did your love and admiration for each other. None of you admitted to each other of said feelings but to the other Vees, who you also became close friends with, it was quite obvious. The looks you two would exchange with each other, your hands brushing by each other seemingly on accident but definitely on purpose, the way one side of your wings wrapped slightly curved around him during business meetings while the other remained straighter and the endless gifts you two would give each other.

Vox quickly found out what the bracelet’s powers did to him. He misplaced his anger at you once when he was going on an angry rampage about Alastor. He said something that was directed at Alastor and you came in at the wrong time. You thought he was talking badly about you, his harsh words made you cry and as soon as you did, Vox’s heart was in pain. He clutched his chest while you weeped. He sucked up his pain and chilled his anger out. He comforted you, reassuring you that he didn’t mean for that to be directed at you. He held you close to him as you calmed down. He rubbed your back, immediately soothing you. He wiped the tears off of your face. “Stop crying, your face wasn’t made for so much sorrow.”

Your sadness was quickly replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest the moment what he said processed in your head. The instant you weren’t sad anymore, Vox no longer felt the tightness in his chest. You simply leaned into his hug, your face burying into his chest. His scent was something that you grew accustomed to so much that it brought you comfort whenever he wasn’t around. As soon as you calmed down enough, the intimate position you were both in made you two unbelievably flustered. His systems began to rise in heat but neither of you wanted to pull away because that meant looking at each other after this moment.

So you two just stayed there for a while in silence. It took a lot of bravery for Vox to pull away to excuse himself. “My system’s overheating. From the pain! The pain! Nothing else. I have to fix that. I’ll see you later.” He quickly states before teleporting away. You put your hands up to your cheeks, feeling the warmth on them, “I’m overheating too…” You mumbled to yourself.

Velvette and Valentino enjoyed the increase in power ever since you came into the picture so they dropped their guards around you, no longer seeing you as a threat after a while. You and Velvette would often chat with each other, talking shit about anything and everything you both found entertaining. She’d constantly post pictures of you two whenever you would hang out with her. You and Valentino would talk about wing care all the time, often helping him clean his wings as you two talked about the latest trends and his latest porn shoots (which you would always get flustered at).

One day, you confided in them both about the way Vox made you feel in grave detail. Valentino and Velvette glanced at each other before dying a second time from laughter. You got flustered at their reactions.

“I’m so serious! Stop laughing! I’m having a crisis!” You yelled at them, your face turning into a bright red. “I don’t get it.”

“Y/N! Are you fuckin’ serious?” Velvette managed to say in between laughs, “For an ‘intelligent angel’ from Heaven” She spoke, doing an air quotes gesture with her fingers, “You’re pretty dense.”

“Oh my god. Please.” Valentino wheezed out, “My stomach hurts from laughing too much. I can’t believe you said all of that.”

“Will you two quit bullying me and tell me what’s going on? I don’t understand any of this.” You begged. You sat there, arms crossed with a displeased expression on your face as you watched them get the laughing out of their system.

After what seemed like forever, the two Vees took deep breaths in and they each put a hand on one of your shoulders.

“Y/N.” They said in unison.

“You want to fuck him.” Valentino says.

“You’re in love with him.” Velvette said, at the same time as Valentino.

You blinked at them, “No. That can’t possibly be-”

“Y/N! Are you seriously that dumb?” Velvette facepalmed, “Okay look. Think of it this way. How would you feel if Vox started dating somebody that wasn’t you?”

You pondered for a moment and you felt your heart drop. And it all hit you. You were in love with him.

“Oh my god.” You gasp, “Fuck. Fuck! What do I do about this?” Panic set in. You can’t possibly look at Vox normally after coming to this realization.

“I think you two should fuck.” You and Velvette stared at him with disappointed faces to which he responded with a shrug, “That’s what I’d do.”

Velvette smacks him in the arm before averting her attention back to you. “How about this…I’ll set you both up on a date and you confess to him.”

“A date?! Why would Vox want to go on a date with me? He doesn’t even feel the same way.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Velvette groaned, “Are you serious?”

“He literally eye fucks you.” Valentino said, grinning with delight.

“Stop! No he doesn’t.”

“Y/N. Babes. I love you. I appreciate you. But you are so fucking stupid sometimes.” Velvette groaned, “He’s literally constantly all up on you. He flirts with you.”

“He stares at your ass when you walk by him.” Valentino added, puffing out red smoke.

“And didn’t you say he constantly tries to sneak into your bed at night? The signs are all there, you are so dense.”

It didn’t take a lot of effort for Velvette and Valentino to shove you into the hottest outfit Velvette could create and Valentino agreed on. Everything happened so fast after you confided in the two that you were now sitting in a fancy restaurant waiting for Vox to arrive.

Vox was forced into the best suit, one that matched your outfit, that Velvette made. They didn’t tell him why he was going out in such an outfit or who he was going to meet. They just shoved him in a car that brought him to the restaurant. He was led into a private area separated from other tables with a velvet curtain.

As soon as the curtain is lifted, Vox looks at the table where you were sitting in shock. You get up and walk over to greet him, “H-Hey!” You nervously spoke, “I’m guessing they didn’t tell you why you were here?”

Vox took in the sight of you, internally saving the sight into one of his folders. You looked absolutely gorgeous in front of him. “No…They, uh…” He was unable to form words, too distracted by your beauty. “They just uh…” His systems started to fail him, there were sparks coming out of him.

“They insisted we go on a date together…” You blushed, looking away from him as to not look at the way he admired you. “I need to talk to you.”

He regained his composure at your explanation, “A date?! We’re on a date?” He asks, a bit too excitedly as his tone changes. He clears his throat, “Please. Please, sit.”

He zapped over to the chair you were on and pulled it out for you. You gave him a shy smile and sat down as he pushed you closer to the table before taking a seat for himself across from you. “Soooo…” He nervously fidgeted with the edges of his suit, “What…did you want to talk about?”

“Well…Well okay. Um. First! I want to take the bracelet off of you.” Your words brought a shocked expression on his face.

“Really? What…what made you choose to do that?” He glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, something he grew accustomed to.

“Well that brings me to my second point…” You nervously laugh and break eye contact with him. You fidgeted with your hair, “I think I…developed some…feelings for you?” You whispered low enough for him not to hear.

“What was that?” He leaned closer over the table.

“I like you!” You blurt out. “I think I’ve been liking you for a little bit. And I don’t want you to be bound to me by that bracelet so I’m taking it off!” Without making eye contact, you slid the bracelet off of his wrist. “I don’t need this anymore. If you don’t like me, it’s fine. I get it. I just…I needed to tell you.” You looked up at him, his face was filled with astonishment which made you nervously laugh and keep talking to fill the silence.

“I was talking to Velvette and Valentino and they were saying silly things like how you like me back! Haha…I know that can’t be true but I know I do like you. I just keep feeling all warm and fuzzy around you. And whenever you’re not in our room at night, I’d miss your scent and your attempts at sneaking into my bed. I told them that and that’s when they told me I actually have feelings for you and I just didn’t realize it. You don’t have to return them! Um…It’s fine! This is actually really silly-”

While you were blabbering over and over about how much you liked him, Vox stood next to you. You didn’t realize it until he pulled you up from your chair and held you close to him. Your body was pressed up against his and he had his hand around your waist. You turn a bright red at this action. “Vox? What are you-”

“I like you too, angel.” He spoke softly before giving you a kiss. Your wings popped out of your back in surprise, feathers all fluffed out. You shut your eyes and kissed him back, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Your heart was pounding and you can feel his was too. The kiss you two shared wasn’t long but it felt like eternity to you both. It wasn’t until then that you realized his usual blue screen had turned into a pinkish red. Was he…blushing? Is that how he blushed? “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that. I thought you didn’t like me. I’ve just been hoping my flirting would work on you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, “Well…To an extent, it sure did help.” You left a kiss on his screen.

He cupped your cheek in his hand, “Does this mean we’re dating now?”

“Silly question. Yes, it does.”

You two share another passion filled kiss before continuing your date, laughing and drinking the night away.

“Hey babe.” Vox slides next to you on a rolling chair while you work, grinning with delight.

“Yes, Vox?” You responded, not looking at him.

“Did it hurt?”

Your attention and gaze was now on him, squinting in suspicion. “Did…what hurt?”

“When you fell from Heaven.” He winked at you.

“Vox.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Think fast.” You quickly say before smacking him with your wing, knocking him off of his chair.

“Ow! That hurt!” He whined.

You rolled your eyes and continued your work, giggling a bit. “Terrible line.”

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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I'm kinda leaning on the Toji x reader, Kokoshibou x reader, Muzan x Reader, or Ganondorf x reader stuff we mentioned, ngl - H

I'm partial to the Muzan x Reader one sooooooo You'll find it below~!

My apologies for how short it is, but sometimes, short is sweet

Title: In Sickness and in Health

Characters: Muzan x m!Reader

Contains: fluff, sickness, near death, pet names (love, dear)

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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"My love...I think...it's time."

You lie on your back on the bedding Muzan had made for you, a bedding befitting royalty. Pillows softer than an angel's wings propped up your heavy head, and blankets more plush than a sheep's wool covered your body.

A sickness had attacked your body, and despite his knowledge in medicine, Muzan was unable to find a cure for this disease, leaving him to become a mess you had never seen him become. Worry took over his own body, panic slowly creeping up on his face as you spoke the words he never wanted to hear you say.

"My dear, please, don't say such things. You merely want to rest, yes? Then please, rest."

"Muzan..." A weak, pale hand raised to gently caress his chilled cheek. "We both know what I mean...and I'm ready."

You were grateful, as this sickness had taken the years to finally get you to this point. You were able to enjoy what time you were given to your husband, and throughout that time, you had come to accept what was to come, especially since a cure seemed further and further out of reach.

You had never seen this man cry, so to see him shed so many tears at your bedside only made your heart ache, even more so when he gripped at your hand, thinking holding it tightly would keep you down to earth with him.

"Muzan, shhh...please...I promise...it's better I go while I'm ready...than to leave with regret."

He knew that. He of all people should know that, especially with the time he has spent alive. He has seen many people come and go, but never, never has he felt such a fear of losing anyone before.

"...You can't leave me...I'm sorry..." Muzan's voice shook as he spoke, pressing your hand and his to your forehead. "Please...give me more time. I can find a cure! I know I can!"

"As great of a doctor as you are...not everything is meant to be cured..."

Ah, that's right. That's what he told you. He told you he was a doctor. He had almost forgotten his little white lie amidst his rare emotions.

"But...you cannot expect me to just let you die..."

"No...No I don't." Your voice was weak, and it only weakened by the minute. "I expect you to let me go, to allow me to move on. I told you, love...I'm ready."

"But I'm not! Please just..." He choked on a sob, wracking his thoughts around for an idea.

And one came to mind.

Immediately, his emotions flipped like a switch, and he slowly gazed at you with red, puffy eyes.

"My love...If I...If I may be selfish..." He stood from his seated spot, his hands moving up your arm until one rested under your head, gently lifting it so you two could meet eyes. "Please...allow me to..."

"Muzan...?" You furrowed your brows, tiredly meeting his eyes as he moved around. "What is it you wish to do...?"

"I...I have not been honest with you, dear. There is...a part of me I kept hidden from you for so long." He thought carefully about what to say, about how to say it. "This part of me...I never wanted you to see, to experience, but..."

You chuckled lightly before it turned into a phlegm filled cough, only startling Muzan further. However, you spoke before he could utter a word. "Alright, love..."

Muzan froze, unsure if he heard you correctly. "A...Alright?"

You gave him a weak smile. "I'm not sure what you're wanting to do, but...heh...I trust you." Honestly you thought maybe he was finally losing it at this point, considering how he had behaved with you during your sickness. Your sickness was lighting the fuse, and you dying was the explosion you never wanted to see. However, who were you to deny him at this point?

Your trust was all he needed, and it was like all fear and sadness left like water rushing out of a dam. Adrenaline kicked in, and with a bite of his tongue, Muzan's lips met yours.

At first, your suspicions felt correct, though you weren't complaining. His kisses were always lovely, and you'd be a fool to leave before receiving one last kiss from your husband.

But what you weren't expecting was the rush of blood that poured into your mouth.

Metallic liquid settled against your tongue, sliding down your throat. You had never tasted anything so foul, but as you swallowed it, you wouldn't remember the taste. In fact, you wouldn't remember anything for awhile.

It felt like a blink, and you were sitting up in bed, panting heavily as your eyes darted around the room. Your vision felt...cleaner, clearer. It was...sharper than before. Your body felt famished, like you hadn't eaten in weeks.

"M-Mu...zan...?"

Even your voice was affected, hoarse and weak. At first you thought it didn't change based on your sickness from before, but no. It had changed. You just didn't recognize it yet.

Muzan stood by the bedside, his red eyes gazing down to meet similar red irises. He knew well what he had done, and he was ready to accept the consequences of it, whatever they may be. For now, he saw this as a moment of joy, and he reached for your hands once more. Again, an emotion you never thought you'd see on him molded his face, leaving him smiling slightly wider than usual.

"My dear...you're just like me now. We can walk the earth to the end of time...as demons."

In all honesty, this is a nice segue into a possible part 2, so should you desire that, please let me know once requests open back up!

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Neytiri x deaf!reader - learning about you

Hello! Would I be able to request a part 2 to the Neytiri fic “learning about you” where Neytiri tries to comfort the reader after learning of Jakes betrayal and also during the war as it all gets too much for them? - Anon 💜

A/N: sign language will be in bold, na’vi will be in italics

Part two:

You had no clue what Jake was doing behind the Na’vi’s back, behind Grace’s back, behind your back.

You had no clue he was going to betray the people he trusted the most, so at Neytiri stood there screaming at him and pushing him, you stood there in pure and utter shock.

“(Y/N) please! She’ll listen to you!” Jake begged.

You stared at him in horror and slowly shook your head, backing away from him towards Neytiri who took your shoulders and spun you around.

“Did you know?” She whispered.

You stared at her, tears falling from your eyes and she shook your shoulders a little.

“Did you know?!”

You slowly shook your head, bringing up shaking hands.

I didn’t know… I’m so sorry.

Neytiri searched your eyes, examining your face, the way your ears were titled downward lightly, tears streaming down your face, your eyes glued to hers.

She looked at your shaking hands and slowly moved her hands down to yours, moving you behind her as she carried on screaming at your brother.

She let you go and Tsu’tey pulled you back, placing his hands over your ears to help block out some of the shouting.

You slowly sank to your knees and he coped you, letting go of your ears, he dug through your bag to find your ear plugs and put them in.

“Neytiri!”

She whipped her head around and when she saw you she rushed over, crouching down as she held you.

Jake tried rushing forward but he was stopped by Tsu’tey pushing him back, then punching him in the face.

“I trusted you!” Neytiri yelled.

She turned to you.

“(Y/N) trusted you!”

Jake felt his heart breaking in a million pieces but he knew he couldn’t go near you, all he could do was plead with the people to leave.

But they wouldn’t, they were getting ready to leave and that’s when everything went down to hell.

The sky people attacked, people were screaming and shouting, there was flames raging in the sky, parts of the home tree falling to the ground as it started to collapse.

“Child come!” Mo’ak yelled.

She grabbed you and pulled you up, lacing your fingers with yours as she started to pull you away, trying her best to keep you safe.

Everything was being destroyed all because of your brother.

People died, good people, Jake and Grace were restrained while you stood with the people who accepted you as their own and believed you.

Naytiri stood in front of you, her hand reaching back while she held yours not only to comfort you, but to comfort herself.

The next few events were a blur, you were ripped from the link pod, you were shoved in a cell, Jake kept trying to apologise to you.

You were broken out by max, grace was shot and you were trying to help stop the bleeding, Jake went to ask Neytiri and Tsu’tey to help the scientist.

You stared out the small window into the forest when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

You didn’t want to be there?

You shook your head.

I can’t. Not after knowing what my brother did.

Norm nodded his head in understanding, tapping one of the link pods.

What about the people? They trust you, love you. They need you there.

You let out a sigh, sitting down in your brothers wheelchair as you rolled it back and forth a little bit, looking at the pod he was in.

You turned back to Norm.

Here I can pretend there’s nothing wrong, I don’t want to hear their cries, pleas. I don’t want to hear the war. I can’t hear the war.

Norm nodded his head again, handing you a tablet.

Can you help me instead, will that help distract distract you?

You nodded your head and did everything you could to help Norm and the village from inside away from everything.

You gave Norm the information, he relayed it to your brother who used it to help everyone.

You couldn’t bare to be out there, but while Norm used his avatar to help fight, you stayed inside away from it all.

You felt like a lair, a fraud in your avatar, like you didn’t belong and because of everything they would never accept you.

Norm shot up from his pod and looked at you as he gasped for air.

Quickly you got up and helped him calm down, getting him to take deep breaths in and out.

Please they need your help. They’re asking for you, Neytiri is begging for you.

That’s all you needed to hear, jumping in one of the pods, you let Norm set everything up for you.

Give them hell.

You grinned and laid down.

You woke up under the tree of souls, and shot up, standing on shaky feet, you looked to all the scared woman and children who couldn’t fight.

Looking to the tree, you found grace and you felt an anger burning inside of you.

Making sure you had your ear pieces were in properly, you marched forward, taking a bow and some arrows from Mo’at with a nod of your head.

She called her Ikran, and let you ride it and as you took to the skies you noticed how there were fires everywhere, animals attacking the ships.

Pulling your ear pieces out, you flinched at the loudness but you needed to be able to hear, you needed to listen.

Taking a deep breath, you asked the Ikran to find your brother and Neytiri.

It didn’t take long, and as you saw Quaritch fighting him, you jumped down, pulling the bow from your back, you botched an arrow and release it, knocking the robot body back.

He snapped his gaze to you and he smirked.

“I thought you would’ve abandoned your brother.” He mused.

You curled your lip in a snarl, and fired another arrow which he shot and Jake used this time to get up and sneak away to grab his weapon.

“Come on he betrayed you! He lied! Jake is the reason for all of this! Why protect him! Side with me and I can get you what you want. Top of the line, you’ll never go a day without hearing again.” He smirked.

Quaritch held out his hand and Jake watched you with tension in his eyes.

“Don’t listen to him!” He yelled.

You turned you attention to your brother, arrow pointed at him as you slowly walked forward and Quaritch smirked even more.

“That’s it, channel all that anger, all that hate. Get rid of him.” He whispered.

Jake begged and pleaded with you, begging you to not do it, to walk away and help him protect the Na’vi.

You walked next to Quaritch who placed a hand on your shoulder, whispering at you to shoot your brother.

Jake stared at you sadly, and then he noticed it.

The slight twitch of your tail.

He looked again, and it happened again, flicking to one side, and he knew immediately.

Everyone knew you and your brother talked through sign, so you devised a new way to communicate through your tails and ears so no one understood.

You threw your bow to take, grabbing an arrow you jumped, clinging to the machine and stabbed it through the glass.

You were aiming through the colonel, but the moment you jumped he knew what you were doing so he grabbed you making you miss him by an inch and he threw you against Jake.

Then he broke into the capsule that was holding the pods, and suddenly it became hard to breath.

You rolled off Jake, and he charged again while you collapsed, forcing yourself to wake up and get out of the pod.

Your lungs heaved, heart racing as you tried to grab one of the masks but you weren’t tried for things like this, you weren’t used to it.

Grabbing one of the masks, you went to place it on your face but Quaritch being shoved into the capsule made you fall.

Getting up, you grabbed the mask, and you looked at Jake gasping for air as he pushed himself from the pod.

Looking at him and then the mask in your hands, you placed it on your face, connecting it to take a deep breath before pulling it away and rushing over, placing it over his face.

You made sure it was connected, and helped him sit up from his place on the floor, and you tired to make it over to the one across the container.

Your lungs were burning, vision pulsing, and you slowly stopped moving before you dropped to your knees, fingers reaching for the mask but you couldn’t reach it.

“(Y/N)!”

Jake tried to get into his chair but it was broken, so he tried crawling over to you, but everything was blocking his path.

“(Y/N)!” He screamed.

Neytiri heard the screaming, and she jumped through the broken window, turning to Jake before spinning around to you on the ground.

Rushing over she picked you up and looked around, grabbing the mask she placed it on your face and you gasped, heaving for air as you fingers fumbled about with it before you took a deep breath.

You panted for air a few times before you looked up at her and smiled.

She carried you over to your brother and set you down.

He held you tightly, and you held him just as tightly.

Neytiri smiled.

“(Y/N) cannot hear in this body?” She asked.

“No, hold on.”

Jake tapped you and pointed to the na’vi, so you turned to her.

Are you okay?

You smiled and nodded.

Are you?

She nodded and moved your head with her hands, looking at your ears while Jake laughed and you smiled a little shaking your head out of her hands.

Neytiri grinned a little and you stood up, brushing your clothes down and Neytiri stood up with Jake in her arms.

It was settled they were going to ask Eywa to make you Na’vi and she called others to help move your avatar bodies.

As you walked through, waiting for Naytiri to placed Jake down, she helped you up and you laid down next to him.

You grabbed your brothers hand, and he smiled at you.

Smiling back, you looked at Naytiri and closed your eyes, praying Eywa would allow both you and Jake to love among her people as one of them

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 20 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : You meet Frigga and she makes it clear that she doesn't like you.

Warning: 18+, more Sex, smutty soft smut, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft loki, sub loki (it's not mentioned but everytime they're having sex he's always using a condom )

"Okay open your eyes now ..This looks good right?" He uncovered his eyes and looked at the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You.

"You look ethereal my darling"

"Awwn" you melted for a moment only to go back to stressing about the dress again.

"No but seriously, is this good for Thor's birthday party? I mean is this classy enough?"

"Define classy" he chuckled so you crossed your arms

"Why don't you have a look in the mirror?" you mumbled as you lowered down the dress from your body, you had purchased it today because Loki wanted to take you to Thor's birthday celebration, it was a full length skinny cocktail dress that seemed elegant enough or at least it did to you. Of course nobody still had any idea about you two so you were going to be there as Jane's Friend Stacy again.

"What about the gift? What could one possibly gift the god of thunder? I mean i gave a crappy dress to Jane on her birthday" You rambled on and on and when you looked at him he was just smiling as if you were the best thing in the whole nine realms.

You had also decided to tell your mother about him soon and this relationship, you knew she'd be mad but you were done hiding from her and lying to her.

As you took the dress off and stood there in your lingerie he titled his head and gawked at your figure shamelessly. It's been three weeks since you had gotten back together and he couldn't have been happier with you, everything about you made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't remember if he had ever felt such thrill and satisfaction at the same time in his life before. Satisfaction wasn't in his nature after all but with you he felt completely sated in every way a man could be sated. He loved being around you and inside you, he enjoyed having to listen to you talk for hours, every little thing you did made him fall in love even deeper than the last day.

He walked towards you and hugged you from behind before his lips latched onto your neck. You sighed and leaned your head down on his shoulder, you were a nervous wreck at the moment.

"I know you're apprehensive darling but like I have said before to you, you do not need to impress anyone there" you hummed as he said that.

"I am sorry ..i just want to blend in with those people Lo"

"I'm afraid that is impossible because you're going to stand out no matter how much you try to blend in" you turned around and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck, his sweet words always made you feel giddy.

"I love youuu"

"I know you do"

He placed his palms under your butt and easily lifted you up before he wrapped your legs around his waist. Taking you to the sofa instead of the bed he laid you down and got on top of you.

"You're the sweetest, kindest and the most gentle man i have ever known..you know"

"So are you" you laughed as he said that and it made him smile too.

"Mmmm and you're so hot, so pretty and so sexyyyyyyy" his cheeks flushed as you said that, he always blushed at the praises as if he wasn't used to hearing such things about himself.

"Thank you princess"

"And –" before you could say something else he pressed his lips onto yours and you were just starting to enjoy the moment when you heard a knock on your door and flinched, since that horrible incident you have just been extra paranoid.

"It must be Mrs Geller Darling, no need to be afraid" he caressed your cheek softly so you nodded. You got out of his clutches to get dressed as you were in just your underwear and bra.

For a week after Ronald was arrested Loki spent every night with you but he wasn't able to get out of work related commitment one day so you spent the night at Mrs Geller but of course you couldn't just intrude her privacy like that every night and had to stay in your apartment when Loki couldn't make it even though you didn't want to be alone.

He stayed on call until you had fallen asleep, you needed to have your window shut, blinds off, the lights on and the sound of his voice on the phone speaker to put you through sleep but it was slowly starting to get better. He was gone, you had nothing to worry about. You did have a scary dream though where you saw Ronald again and in the dream you had called Stephen late at night to tell him that you were being stalked. You never understood why you were having such dreams about Stephen, maybe it was because you always thought about how disastrous that meeting was and it somehow always remained in your subconscious mind.

Next day as you reached the tower for Thor's birthday there were several people just staring at you and that made you even more anxious than usual. You met Jane as soon as you had reached and she was wearing the dress you had gifted her on the birthday.

"Y/n thank you for this, I put it on yesterday and I just knew I didn't need anything else" she told you excitedly and your eyes teared up, you didn't say anything but hugged her and then you reminded her that she was the prettiest woman at the party.

Thor and Loki weren't at the party, you hadn't seen Loki since Thor had brought you here, he did text you though that he'd be there soon. Though, you had no idea why Thor was missing from his own birthday party. You made your way to the bar and ordered an orange juice, just a minute later a man sat next to you and he ordered a drink for himself.

"Having fun?" You turned your head and you saw James. Loki had told you about him. Apparently he was the Captain's old buddy from the war time and the Winter Soldier the team had gone to retrieve a few days ago.

"I am trying" you chuckled so he smiled. Loki had also told you that he was going through intense therapy sessions almost every other day.

"What's your name? You seem familiar" he said to you.

"I do? I'm Stacy btw" you lied to him so he shrugged.

"James"

"I know"

He kept staring at you and it made you feel a bit awkward.

"Where are you from?" He asked you so you looked at him,

"I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota..been there?" You didn't know if he understood what you had said but you noticed that he seemed affected by your response.

"Minnesota? Any chance you were outside that fancy restaurant la blaire some time ago??" He asked you so you raised your brow before you remembered something. That was the restaurant where you had your first and last meeting with Stephen.

"I might have why?"

"Yeah pretty sure I hit you with my bike there a few months ago..I was confused at first but now I'm hundred percent sure" you looked at him shocked as he said that.

"Just so you know I did come back to see if you were fine but your boyfriend had it all covered so I …nice to meet you" he grabbed his drink from the bar before he walked away from you. He was the one to hit you with his bike? What was he doing there? What were the odds that it was him out of all the people that had hit you? You felt a tap on your shoulder and assuming it was James again you were ready to go off on him but you looked to the side and it was Loki instead. He was dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt underneath, he hadn't straightened his long curls tonight and the look had somehow made him million times hotter.

"Hello miss, I saw you from a distance and couldn't help myself from approaching such a beauty" you smiled as he said that. Okay you can play the game.

"Hello sir, big fan of yours, I'm Stacy by the way" you brought your hand out so he grabbed it and gave it a formal kiss.

"So tell me Stacy, once the feast is over would you like to share a night with me in my chamber?" You gasped as he said that.

"Misster misster you are naughtayyyy" he smiled and looked around but some of the Avengers were looking at him so he walked away from you and you saw him approaching a random woman at the party and he started to flirt with her the same way and then he did the same with a few more, all of them seemed overly excited by his presence. Ofcourse, you knew he was doing it to divert the attention away from you but it still bothered you to see him flirt with other women, he kept it lowkey though, no other invitations had been sent to spend a night in his chamber, only you got it..

A few minutes later you spotted Thor along with Jane and the whole room had gotten silent all of a sudden, you looked at him and he had someone else by his side, he had his mother Frigga along with him.

Frigga the queen of Asgard.

You recognised her immediately because you had seen her on the news when Loki was hiding in your apartment.

Why didn't Loki tell you she was going to be here? You looked at him for answers but he seemed equally surprised by her appearance, his eyes were teary, there was that puppy look on his face that you loved and hated, depending on the situation, he also seemed paler than usual.

Thor introduced her to everyone and she was as elegant as you had thought her to be whenever Loki had talked about her. He was frozen in his spot and you were about to go comfort him when you saw Frigga approaching him.

"My sweet prince, have you not missed your mother?" She hugged him and you noticed how he immediately melted in her arms, he hadn't seen her in so long and he was still angry about the lies she had made him believe all his life but you could tell he had missed her motherly love and care for him. Your eyes met with Thor and he seemed happy too. You walk towards Jane and she seemed nervous too but she was excited as well.

"Did you meet her?" You asked her and she had a huge grin on her face.

"I did, I think she likes me, she gave me this" she showed you a bracelet on her wrist and it made you smile. It also looked expensive as fuck.

"This is gorgeous. Did you know she was coming here?"

"No, Thor didn't either, she just gave us all a surprise "

You sighed as she said that, well at least you weren't the only one who had no clue of her visit, if you knew you'd have prepared yourself better.

"May I have a word with you in private?" Frigga asked Loki and took him to the balcony of the lounge. You saw them from a distance, several emotions were at play here, there was crying and then they started to smile and hugged each other again but he seemed at peace and that's what mattered the most because you knew even though he hadn't said much, deep down he was struggling with this for a long time. You noticed Loki approaching you and he looked around before he held your hand and took you to the balcony. He made sure to cast an illusion so other people won't be able to see you interacting with him or Frigga.

"Mother this is y/n" he introduced you and all of a sudden you had no idea what to do or say. This wasn't your first day out in public as a human but that's exactly how you felt in the moment. You had never met a queen before so there was that.

"Hello Mrs Frigga" she raised one of her brows and you thought you had offended her so you corrected yourself "Your highness, it's an honor to meet you" you mumbled nervously again and you felt Loki's palm rubbing against your back in a comforting manner.

"Hello dear" she finally smiled but it didn't reach her eyes you could tell "Loki darling would you go bring for us something to drink? I would like to have a few words with her till then" he nodded and your heart sped faster than ever, he gave your hand a squeeze before he kissed your cheek and walked away. You smiled at her but if you were being honest to yourself you were so close to shitting your pants.

"My son is very fond of you" she said.

"Well i hope so" you chuckled and she nodded "I'm very fond of him, he is one of his kind, he's a gem" she smiled again and that made you feel a little relaxed but the feeling wasn't going to last for long.

"I know dear, he lost himself for a while but I could see him making his way back to his roots. Once his punishment here on midgard ends we would like to return the people of Asgard both of their prince's in all of their glory, his father is awaiting them both" you nodded as she said that.

"Did he ever inform you that he was betrothed to the Princess of Vanaheim, Atrishia?" She asked you so you nodded again, the way she wasn't even looking at you while talking to you was making you feel like a peasant in front of her which you probably were but it would have been nice if she had acknowledged your presence.

"He mentioned her once"

"She is still waiting for him to return" your eyes teared up as she said that "I truly appreciate that you protected my son and helped him come out with the truth about Thanos but I need you to understand that the union of marriage in Asgard is amongst the equals, you are not his equal, you are not a princess of your realm now are you?" You looked down as she said that, you always felt insecure about him choosing you because you knew he deserved the whole world and that you'd never be able to give him that.

"No but I can assure you that I love him and he loves me" she smiled as you said that and she caressed your head in a patronizing manner.

"You are naive my dear. I know my son fairly well, he gets deeply invested at first but it's going to fade soon, it is not going to last. Do you really think you're the first woman to own his heart this way? Do you think you possess what it takes for a man such as him to stay interested in you for long?" You just continued to look down as tears spilled from your eyes, you wiped them completely as you noticed Loki at the distance approaching you two.

"Think about what I said, it is for your own benefit that I am saying this" She said to you so you nodded. As Loki came near you two, Frigga took the drink from his hand and he gave you yours and then she circled her arm around his so he'd take her inside.

"Darling come…it's getting cold" he brought his hand forward for you so you looked at him.

"I'll be right back…I just..i have to make a call" his brows furrowed as you said that, he had a feeling something had happened between you and his mother but he didn't want to create a scene until he had the full information. As he walked away with her you turned around and placed the glass on the ledge of the balcony. You felt too nauseous to want to drink or eat anything. You remembered how happy Jane was after meeting her and you were happy for her but at the same time you felt bad about yourself. She was a mortal as well so it was just you that she didn't approve of.

After a few minutes you composed yourself and went inside again.

Loki looked at your sullen face and he had a feeling Frigga had said something to you, he saw how joyous lady Jane seemed as compared to you and his doubts were confirmed. He just hoped you won't allow her words to affect you or this relationship with him. He also noticed the Dalia approaching you and he remembered how she had hurt you last time so before she could bother anymore, he confronted her instead.

"Loki" she spoke his name but her eyes welled up as she felt an excruciating pain in her head, she also felt extremely sick all of a sudden.

"You feel that Dalia? Trust me I can make it worse and I can make it last forever so you will never feel happiness again. I have never retorted for the things you did to her until now but let me just warn you that I won't tolerate you disrespecting my woman any longer"

"I'm sorry..it won't happen again" she mumbled, her voice came out shrill as she was unable to speak because of the pain she was feeling, she felt pins and needles probing every inch of her skin.

"Are we clear now?"

"Yes just make it stop please I'll never bother her again" she begged him so he smiled and stopped messing with her head immediately before he walked away from her.

He did notice her running out of the lounge immediately after that and he couldn't have been happier. The party was amazing but after that conversation you didn't feel worthy of being around these people especially not the queen herself. Frigga wasn't able to stay for long so he bid her goodbye before he grabbed your hand and decided to take you to his chamber.

"Loki I'd like to go back to my apartment please, I have to work tomorrow" you said to him on the way so he nodded and went back to the party to request Thor to drop you both back to your place. You felt awful that you were troubling him on his birthday but you couldn't just stay here even a minute longer..

As soon as you were back to your apartment Loki finally confronted you.

"What did she say to you?" He asked you so you sighed and went into the kitchen after you took your heels off to grab yourself a glass of water, your throat felt dry.

"Nothing Loki, she was nice..she said nothing" He bit on his cheeks as you clearly lied to him "You should have gone back lo, it's your brother's birthday celebration, Jane told me they were going to stay up all night, get drunk and play games"

You walked past him to get to the closet but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him.

"We promised each other that we will communicate about these things, remember?" Your eyes teared up again as he said that. You didn't want to hurt him because of what she had said, not at all.

"She doesn't like me...surpriiiiseee"

He was offended by the notion, ofcourse he was, he couldn't even imagine anyone not adoring you the way he did.

"It doesn't matter to me, your mother doesn't like me"

"Lokiii…i ..that princess is still waiting for you, she's waiting for you, she was engaged to you and she's still waiting" you tried to pull away from him but he was holding onto you tightly.

"I told my mother that it can not happen now, i have moved on and i have found what I have been looking for" he said sternly so you chuckled.

"Really you have been looking for this? A simpleton like me? Don't you want a princess or something?" You got out of his grip somehow and walked to your closet in order to avoid crying in his face, you always felt as if you weren't enough for him and people telling you the same again and again didn't help the situation. He closed the distance between you two and turned you around before he pulled you into his chest again. Cupping your cheeks he made you look at him right in the eyes, his thumbs wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks

"I have a princess, i have you and it's hurting me that you're being so disrespectful towards my princess" your eyes welled up even more as he said that "What happened to us not giving up on each other no matter what hmm?"

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry, it just hurts"

He latched his lips onto yours and picked you up from the floor. The dress made it difficult for you to wrap your legs around him so he immediately laid you down on the bed. He didn't stop kissing you and neither did you as you took his coat off and then the shirt followed. You knew he loved you and whatever she said about him being infatuated wasn't true but you still felt scared of losing his interest in you sooner or later.

He turned you around on your front to unzip the dress, he loved doing that apparently.

Pulling the straps of your dress down he freed your breasts from the confinement of your dress, one of his arms snaked around your shoulders as he sucked kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, pulling your dress up he ripped your underwear in half using a minimum force and you felt him entering you slowly.

He turned your head so he could kiss your mouth while he thrusted in and out of you slowly, the sex was passionate and romantic, it was needy and that's exactly what you needed from him. He pulled out, turned you over on your back again and he quickly had your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked in and out of you again, the dress was pooled around your waist and it's not that he didn't enjoy the sight of your naked body underneath him but just something about you looking so disheveled always made him so feral.

"I'm sorry I was being disrespectful" you cupped his cheeks as you mumbled, your voice came out all broken from the sex as well as how you were feeling before he had started to fuck these insecurities out of you, literally.

"Mmmhmm i do not care what anyone says darling, I just need you to trust me and I need you to know that we have each other, i got you sweet princess..look at me" his fingers clutched into your hair as he kissed you softly "You have me, you are not going to lose me" you nodded and started to move your hips slowly, the gesture made him quicken his own pace.

"Keep going like that darling..so good" he moaned as the sensation began to grow in the pit of his stomach "I need you my princess. I had no will to live until I had found you, you do not have any clue that my soul is always restless when I am away from you, constantly yearning untill I have your whole existence in my arms again"

His words had completely sated your fears for a moment. You didn't want to think what his mother thought about you anymore.

"Mmmm I need you lo..my baby..god please" you sat up along with him, your mouth stayed on his as you kissed him passionately and then you laid him down on the bed underneath you, he smiled as you sat on his cock and took him deeper slowly, the dress was obstructing his view so you pulled it over your head, he craned his neck up to get a better view of your cunt stretching around his cock and the sight made him moan in desperation.

You placed your hands down on his chest as you rode him slowly, you felt one of his hands squeeze your butt while the other one played with your clit.

"Is this good?" You asked him and he opened his mouth to say something but only a grunting moan came out, how come he got to look this way? He had no right to look so pretty underneath you.

"You feel so good baby, such a perfect cock you have"

You mumbled as you leaned over him, your fingers brushed the hair behind his ear and you caressed his cheek with your fingers, the look on his face had softened instantly with the touch,

"Darling please" he mumbled so you smiled at him.

"What do you need pretty baby?"

"Keep moving please..pleassse my goddess" he perched himself on his elbows so he was closer to you and you curled your fingers around his nape to kiss him passionately, you sucked on his tongue slowly, back and forth, over and over again, the erotic gesture made him twitch inside you.

"Mmm you're such a pretty babyboy I love you so much" As soon as the words left your mouth you felt him fall apart for you.

"Oh my nornsss!! Ohh I'm gonna cum.. I'm sorry my goddess ..im sorrry"

He collapsed on the bed, his back arched and he thrusted his hips harshly into you as he came around you, hitting your sweet spot that made you lose it too, his cock twitched inside you and you were both so loud that you felt afraid Mrs Geller would come knocking on your door to see if you were okay or not.

Your body went limp on his chest as you felt exhausted, the orgasm took everything out of you.

"God that was… godddd"

He chuckled as you said that, his fingers caressed your scalp softly, he had never come so hard in his life before and he had plenty of sex before so that was something. Maybe it was the way you kind of went so dominating on him out of nowhere, he enjoyed that alot.

"Did you call me goddess?" You put your head up to look at him and that blush didn't go unnoticed.

"Did you call me babyboy?" You giggled as he said that.

"Pretty babyboy"

"I love you" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you as tenderly as he could, fornicating with you wasn't enough for him, it never was, he needed the whole thing, he craved the cuddles and the sweet confessions of love after the act.

"I love you my sweet baby..come here ..let me bite you and eat you" you growled as you snuggled him and he giggled in response.

Yes, he needed all this and more and he only needed it from you and nobody else, the fact that his own mother had disrespected the woman he wanted to build a future with had hurt him to the core. He did feel responsible for the situation Atrishia was in so he knew he had to go make amends with her and tell her that he had moved on, he had found his mate in you and he wasn't going to leave you under any circumstances. He didn't want to be the reason someone was in pain but he decided to think about it later, for now he just wanted to bask in the love, this pure love that he had stumbled upon somehow.

Once you were down from the orgasmic high you took a shower with him and when you both came out you put on the dress again which confused him.

"We should go join his birthday celebration, I'm sure he wants us there lo" he smiled as you said that and took out his phone to call Thor.

"I'll fix my face before we go" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him before you pulled away and looked at him for a second before you kissed him again "Godd i would die for you…I love you so much" you walked away as you mumbled. His smile widened and eyes teared up as he watched you hurrying with your makeup process. Then he mumbled in his mouth as he adored you from the distance.

"And i will kill for you my princess"

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Note : He's just being sentimental, too precious to kill anyone isn't he? Story will pick up from the next chapter, this was kind of a filler with some information here and there but I hope it wasn't boring 🥰

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alder-saan · 1 year

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Hyde and need

Larissa Weems x hyde! reader

The title makes literally no sense but I don't care.

Hurt/angst and comfort

TW : involuntary commitment

words count : ~ 1.9k

-> additional chapter

Three men in some kind of armour were pointing guns at you. You raised your hands, terrified. Your heart was racing in your chest. Who were they? What did they want from you?

“Now you’ll follow us, Mx.”

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“We are HDC, Mx. Do not resist and no harm will come to you.”

Everyone in the street was looking at you. You couldn’t run. You had to follow them. You nodded. They led you to an armoured truck, and you entered in the back. A few seconds later, you heard the engine humming, and a voice talking on a mobile.

“Yes, Ms Weems, we have them. Don’t worry, you are safe now.”

Your heart sank. Of all people, you would have never thought about her. She called them. She betrayed you. You never hurt her, you never let her think you could potentially be dangerous. So why? And above all, how did she know?

You opened your eyes, in your little room. Four white walls, a grey floor, a white door locked from the outside, a small window you couldn’t open, a bed, blue sheets, a desk, a washbasin, empty shelves (except for seven prisoner, oh sorry, patient outfits). You sighed and looked at the clock above the door. 6:58. The bell would ring in 2 minutes.

Today was your last day in HDC. Hyde Detention Centers. It had been created many years ago to keep an eye on the hydes of the United States. If someone had a doubt on your dangerousness, they could call, and some staff would pick up the hyde and take them to one of the centres, and keep them for a year to do all sorts of assessments. That was what happened to you.

Being a hyde wasn’t the most fun thing in the world.

You were an outcast among outcasts.

You soon learnt to never tell anyone what you were, pretending to be a normie. And so you had never been in one of these centres, until she betrayed you. The only people who knew your little secret were your parents. They had managed to educate you in a way you never had to struggle with your hyde part.

And so you had thought you could live like anyone else. Happy, with a lover, with a family, with friends.

Until she betrayed you.

Larissa Weems.

Your girlfriend.

Your ex-girlfriend.

Well officially you never broke up but…

The bell rang. The click of the door told you that it was unlocked, so you could go to the refectory. You dressed in the grey trousers and shirt, put on your shoes, and went out of your room.

You were one of the first to take your breakfast, as always. And even though it wasn’t good, you enjoyed the taste of freedom a last meal in HDC tasted. One year between these walls, seeing psychologists, psychiatrists, doctors. One year. And it was over. It had no suspense. You knew you were not dangerous. You never attacked anybody, you knew how to deal with your hyde part. You knew in a couple of hours you would be free. For EVER. Now you were in their database, the only way they could get you once again, after releasing you, was evidence you had killed someone. And as you planned to never kill anyone…

“Mx L/N, we are happy to tell you we didn’t find any evidence you could be dangerous. You are now free. Nevertheless, you have to go every two months to an appointment with one of our affiliated psychologists.”

The man gave you a stack of paper to sign. You took them, half-crying.

“Thank you, thank you!”

You knew it. But you couldn’t really believe it. It was over. It was all over. You would be able to start a new life.

“Now someone will drive you back to your home.”

You opened your door, on the third floor of a building.

Your home. Your apartment. It was full of dust, but it was your home. It still smelled of the perfume you used to wear in the evening to visit Larissa. On a chair by the window you saw the blue scarf she had lent you. You felt your heart drop. You had left this place a year ago. And a year ago you were still with her. Here and there, photos of you and her on the walls. On the calendar, a little star to mark an evening when you wanted to take her to the cinema.

You couldn't.

You had left the day before.

You closed the door and cried, here, on the dusty floor.

You knew you couldn’t stay here to start a new life. Everything reminded you of Larissa. She was everywhere. In every inch of your apartment, in every street, on every bench, behind every door…

Already two months had passed. You almost never went out of your home. Sometimes, getting out of your bed was difficult. But today, you had your appointment with the psychologist. And waiting patiently for the time at home bored you terribly, so you decided to go early. At worst you would wait in the waiting room… You knew that there were always things in the waiting rooms, magazines, books, or even posters to read…

And you arrived three quarters of an hour early. You entered the building and searched for the waiting room. A woman indicated that it was the first door on the floor.

What you didn’t know was that Larissa was waiting for one of her students.

And when you entered the waiting room, you noticed her. She was working, her laptop on her lap. She looked up to see who was entering and froze.

“Y/N?”

You opened your mouth but no sound went out of it. Larissa closed her laptop.

“Y/N, is that really you?”

You couldn’t move. Why? Why did she have to follow you everywhere? Why? She walked towards you.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.” You coldly said.

“How… How was this year? They didn’t let me call you or send you any message…”

“How was this year? I don’t know. I was a prisoner even though I never did any harm, but because I am a hyde, my ex-girlfriend sent me to this jail for one year.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” she almost whispered. “I was afraid… It was the beginning of the attacks… Of course I didn’t know-”

“Don’t apologise. I understand. I was the one lying, and no one likes hydes. I understand you now. I’ll have to learn how to deal with this without lying. I don’t want this situation to happen again.”

You sat on a bench seat. You tried to keep the best poker face you could.

“What do you want to do, now?” she asked.

“I think I will move. It's hard for me to live here. I'm going to find a city where no one knows me, and I'll be living alone for the rest of my life. I should never have tried to live with people.”

Larissa knew very well how you were feeling right now. Your mouth corners were not like in your natural smile. You were trying to hide your sadness. Plus, she knew you were really sociable, you needed people around you, without them, you couldn't feel alive. And what did you mean by “with people”, why didn’t you say “with OTHER people”? She sat next to you. How she wished to be a year earlier. When you were not afraid to show her how you felt, when you were crying in her arms because you trusted her… She had ruined everything. Your condition, her loneliness, your loneliness, it was all her fault. Guilt had been eating her up for a year and two months, but it was nothing compared with how she felt now.

“I know you’re still angry at me, I understand that. But I want you to know I really missed you. I didn’t… sent you there because I didn’t trust you. I trusted you. I still do.”

“Why then?” your eyes were filled with tears, you tried to swallow them but couldn’t.

“Because I didn’t want you to be suspected. By anyone, including me. If the attacks would have continued while you were still here, I knew I would have doubts at one point. And… to be honest, when I learnt you were a hyde I felt… betrayed. You were the one who didn’t trust me. You could have told me. But you decided to lie. That’s what I was thinking. It’s not your fault though. I know I was wrong. I know I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

You couldn't hold back your cries any longer and burst into tears. She cradled you in her arms.

“No, please, don’t cry… You’re too good for that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

She cupped your face and looked at your eyes, wiping your tears with her thumbs.

“Don’t… That’s my fault, entirely. You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you to understand that, okay? You don’t have to feel guilty.”

“I-I…”

“I know we are not as close as we used to be, but you still can tell me anything. You know I’m a good listener.”

“I-I hate being a hyde, I always have hated it… Why am I a hyde? Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to live alone? Why…”

She held you tight.

“Don’t say that… You don’t have to live alone. I’m sure you’ll find awesome people in your new city.”

“Who would date a hyde, uh? Who would be friends with a hyde?” you almost yelled.

“I would.”

You looked up, only to see her eyes, glistening with tears.

“I would be friends with you. I would even date you if you accept to give me a second chance.”

You didn’t know what to say. Of course you wanted her to date you again. But she hurt you. She hurt you so bad.

“If you don’t want to, I understand. I would love to have a chance to make amends though. I want you back. I want everything back.”

You gently kissed her. She was surprised, at first, but reciprocated. God, how you missed this feeling... Being in her arms, having your lips against hers... You wrapped your arms around her neck, and slowly broke the kiss.

“I want you back too.” you whispered against her mouth.

“OH. MY. GOD.” a girl said.

You looked at her. Blond hair, blue and pink highlights, nevermore’s uniform. Larissa went red.

“Miss Sinclair, since when are you listening to us?”

“Since the second ‘I want you back’, I haven't heard anything before.” she said.

“You know, if you say, ‘the second’, it means you know there is another before?”

“Oh, uh, I… I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. Please do not post it anywhere. Not on your blog, not on instagram, tik tok, snapchat, facebook, twitter, tumblr or any other social media.”

You chuckled.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I have to drive Enid back to Nevermore, what if we meet in the Weathervane after your appointment? We could catch up…”

“Sounds lovely,” you said.

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The fuck this is the most borderline fic I've ever wrote...

Hope you all liked it !

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shinjisdone · 2 months

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𝒯𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

capitolo nove

capitolo dieci: is here

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

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TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationships

[TW for this one specifically include: puppets, puppet limbs, moving and talking doll, uneasy behavior, dubious intentions, burnout, exhaustion, slight depression, grief, crying, uncomfortable tension, creepy behaviour, slight disassociation from Geppetto's part, coercion (to force you to have something you do not want + face something emotionally and physically), mentions of liquids (oil and adhesives), reader is having something akin to a panic attack (panting, slipping, and swallowing down vomit)]

The rattling echoed in the hallway with one cable slipping out of the cage and falling on the floor. Its head dragged along with an hesitant motion as more was taken. Finally, the metal plate was given a gentle push and it closed before the chest was carefully forced back into the cabinet.

"I'm...sorry," You tried to smile but it hardly beared any kind of regret, "I'll return it once I'm done, I promise. I can fix you up in no time, after all. I've long achieved the title of expert in this regard. I think." Your smile was met with artificial ones as the puppet butlers remained motionless, hunched close together in the tight furniture. The previous clothes had to be removed for them to fit in. You gently closed the door without looking back.

Quickly going upstairs, you put the box on your worktable and let the tangled wires hang from the edges. Sorting everytging out will be tedious but what got your attention right now, was the small, golden cube. The core looked just as intact as it did months ago, reminding you of its longevity the Workshop Union promised when first introducing it and when Uncle first showed you the object. The mere thought of puppets being able to talk made your heart jump out of your chest and you could only believe it when hearing it for yourself. Many were put off by the prototype's rough voice but you were only mesmerized.

Aurorie sat next to the project, eagerly awaiting your hand as you took her small one and rose her up to her feet. With a slight hitch, the material bent briefly before the limps stayed fastened and she stood firm on her legs. You observed for a while, smiling with a big sigh as she stayed still and began connecting the cables. Even as you opened up her back and rummagered near her neck, the doll did not falter, which only made you smile more. Putting the box near and adjusting the microphone, you let Aurorie avidly waiting.

She stood tall as she stared into your eyes as you took a deep breath.

"Would you like to dance?"

Half a minute passes as you held your breath not have it fawn over the microphone. Staring at the box, the golden frames glowed lightly in the dim room. However Uncle managed to create such seemingly beyond this realm was still a mystery to you.

"...Would you like to dance?"

Your voice was mimicked much higher, resembling that of a bell, just like you wanted it. Though your hesitation was also carried over and so you gave it another shot.

"I'm awfully sorry...I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's just that we've met once before. Once upon a dream."

Inhaling deeply, you lifted her arm and held onto her small palm. Gingerly you slowly pulled her towards the right. Her body would first lean to it, before, surely, one foot after another followed suit. Her steps were small but graceful, giving the illusion of her walking all on her own - or rather dancing as she followed your lead.

"...I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..."

Even as she danced to the rythm you gave her, the voice echoed back fluently. High-pitched and fitting for a doll her size, high enough to not have it be recognizable as your voice.

"...That glint in your eyes is so familiar, a gleam..."

Cracking a wide grin you carefully got up from your stool and daringly dragged her across the entire table as she danced towards each direction you pulled her. Hooking another finger around her other palm, you'd lightly hold her up as her legs would cross like a ballerina.

"And I know it's true that visions are seldom, all they seem...but if I know you, I'll know what you do..."

You held out a hand near her waist to stop any fall but Aurorie twirled lovingly as you turned her, bringing up one leg just like you programmed. It was meticulously soft but each movement, no matter how slow, made your heart swell. You made this. You made your dearest friend dance and sing just you always did with her, for her and now can do so together.

She is a singing, dancing doll that you made with your own hands.

"You'll love me at once, the way you did once, upon a dream!"

For the finale, you slightly pressed your finger against the back of her head and she bowed.

The rain did everythig in its might to squash him down.

Alas, it was more like an annoying fly in his ear. Rain was nothing compared to that man and his company, alongside his loyal companions who believe themselves to be divine. Having reached the door, the prattling from the sky above seemed to become louder.

Ergo, was it?

'I know what you're thinking. Trust me when I say time is scarce and you should know better than anyone else. We are creating perfection and cannot afford to hold it back any longer for your little projects.'

It fell from the sky, did it?

'You were the one who came to me and I have done my part and more. Be a dear and fulfill your part of the contract, Guiseppe. Hurry up and get rid of anyone not trustworthy. The puppets will do the rest.'

Did it not need more? Love? A father?

The only one fullfilling him with anything was waiting like a good child. Everyone else seemed so disappointing.

'You don't need anyone else anyway, no?'

His voice echoed in the back of his head as he pushed the door open and it left him dazed; Not knowing if he was still calling out to him as a means to motivate him further, push him further into madness - fear and mockery are great motivaters - or if he is just going senile.

Geppetto cannot afford any more years to waste. He's not the youngest anymore but he needs to be to welcome him back.

Like a mantle the drenched clothes weighed him down and he could not help but let out a groan. He slid off his cloak and let the rest fall onto the floor, his long strides taking him to his office. It was routine by now.

Eyes darted around the hallway he passed but barely took in any information he he sees. The mess in the kitchen and remaining food, the disarray of chairs and the cabinet not entirely closed. The only thing that made him blink and sharpen his vision was the constant knocking at his office door. Your clothes, sloppily worn as well as untidy your untidy hair faced him and he inadvertantly had to stop in his tracks. For a moment he realized that you had turned around as well to face him.

"...(Name)?"

You said nothing and continued to stare at him with that surprised look. You looked as unruly as you did from behind. The only things kept in neat order the bandages around your hand, which seem to have become thinner - how long would you were it and did you even need them anymore - and your loyal doll.

His visage softened at the sight of it, though he delfated right after.

"Oh...you weren't home."

"What do you need, dear? I'm afraid I'm awfully busy."

"I thought so...I, uhm, just wanted to check up on you. We haven't talked in long."

"And I don't know if we can." Geppetto passed by you and opened his office's door. You quickly followed after him. "I'm still as busy as ever. Just tell me what you need." Closing the door, you watched Geppetto sit down with a heavy sigh. He wiped his face, then his eyes as they seemed as tired as yours. Wordlessly, he turned in his chair to you. The expression on his face could only be described as drooping. Awaiting for the night to draw closer so he can finally close his eyes.

Rushing over to the other side of the desk, you placed Aurorie on top of it, facing your uncle. He sat with an empty look, staring down at your doll. With an avoidant gaze you held onto both of her hands.

"...It's nothing much if you are so tired, Uncle." "No," he sighed, "show me while you are already here." Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you gingerly lifted her up by her palms. In an moment, she stood on her feet and Geppetto briefly raised a brow. Clearing your throat, you tapped her head.

"What's the meaning behind this-"

"Hello, Mr Geppetto!"

Geppetto halted and blinked. With a deep inhale, he sat up straighter.

It talked. It was a recording of your voice, he could tell, no matter how high-pitched it sounded. Nevertheless, you never had any puppet talk in script before and even if it wasn't its own consciousness, it left him surprised.

After all, it didn't have any Ergo.

"I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

It stretched a hand out.

"But I am just a doll. I like to sing and dance. Would you like to dance?"

Your finger found its outstretched palm and lead it back to you. She took long but careful steps. You glimpsed back at him, watching him raise a brow. Carefully, he slowly let out.

"...Yes. I'd like to see what you can do."

"Yes!" It answered much more solemnly than the man and began raising one foot. Gingerly, you began to guide her in a circle. Her legs would go up and down as her head never turned away from Geppetto. The voice box reacted a moment later.

"When you wish upon a star..."

It was this song. Quickly you let her dance in a slower pace and with much more vigor.

Geppetto's eyes widened at the familiar melody.

"Makes no difference who you are..."

HIs brown eyes trailed after the movements that replicated those of a waltz, he reckoned. One-sided and of an lone dancer though it tried its best to make up for an lacking partner by using his entire desk as its stage.

"Anything your heart desires..."

The shoes tapped on the wood in rythm. By the time the refrain was reached, he hunched lower, forward, staring with a keen eye as its moves became almost life-like, as if these giant human hands guiding it are just for show itself. The singing voice was as clear as a bell and its head would turn with the body. The two parts have seperate screws. The voice box hidden and placed somehow between the crinoline and the dress. The most eye-catching thing out of all for the man were the light limbs that must been taking apart, added joints - so tiny that he did not possess any so small so what did you built in there - and reconstructed it entirely to its original shape visually for it to move so naturally.

His hand went from his chin to the doll. Worldlessly he opened his palms and neared them to its hands - you halted for a moment, staring at him. Hesitating, you let Aurorie tap towards him and he took the lead.

"...Will come to you."

Geppetto fully let the doll have his attention as he mimicked your moves. Just like before it danced over the desk, twirled and bowed, left to right and back and forth, just as he wanted it to. A fine display of a doll obeying the puppeteer.

Then, he let one hand go. Like a dog on a leash, Aurorie is dragged by one finger to one direction to the next. His hold lingered only for a second, before he snapped his finger away and it was left with no puppetteer to guide it.

It stumbled but with a thud Aurorie landed on one foot, the other bend behind it. The upper body leaned forward.

If a puppet was pushed, you could make it regain its balance.

"If your heart is in your dream..."

His hand swept from the left and took it back on stage as he pushed and pushed and pushed it further back. It backed off with small but secure enough steps before it retained its posture, straight as a candle.

If a puppet was hit by a force, it could recover.

"...No request is too extreme..."

Hand in a claw, he dragged it forward before stopping it a second later with a flat palm. Aurorie did while swinging slightly in its spot. Once the limbs stayed still, the voice box finished the last verse before ceasing as well. Like a mountain, it stood tall on his desk, staring into nothing.

You glimpsed between it and Geppetto.

And you could make the limbs move, give an arm autonomy.

Folding his hands, he had his chin rest on them once again as he eyed Aurorie for a few, silent seconds before parting his lips ever so slightly.

"Sing, doll."

The silence continued on. Ever so quiet ticking could be heard within its body and only a moment later was a high "Yes!" let out. The ticks returned briefly before the voice box echoed from the dress.

"...Little wooden head go play your part, bring a little joy to every heart,"

The old man observed it without interruption. It stood still and away from the two of you, creepily even but the voice singing was smooth and assured. Its face might not be able to move, the rosy lips not parting to let out a melody, the eyes set firm like stone but nothing seemed awry to Geppetto as he heard the jolly song.

"Little do you know and yet it's true,"

Finally, he blinked his tired eyes and slowly rose them to you.

"That I'm mighty proud of you!"

"Uncle?" You spoke in between the mirthful verses with your own worried and shaking voice. You stared wide and pale into his narrowed, strait ones. He kept on staring.

Quickly, however, like a sudden draught, he took a deep breath and wiped his nose. "Sorry, my dear," Geppetto cleared his throat and had his wide eyes focus on you, "You caught me zoning out. Today was mighty exhausting, but..." Once again his gaze fell on the doll. It stayed there for a a good few seconds before he began speaking in a sober voice. "...this is a big change now. Something different."

"Oh..." You hesitate, eyes darting around the room briefly before lookng back at him with an hesitant smile. Your voice was quieter than his. "Do - do you like it?"

A finger flicked the doll's locks, gaze glued on it.

"I do."

Your chuckle was as dry as his answer.

"That's great, great. I...wanted to have something to cheer me up a bit," Looking down you fiddled with the bandages on your hand, "I thought maybe it'd make you smile, too."

"Why did you want to make this out of all things?"

Your eyes locked with his crinkled ones, brown seeming to be an endless spiral that you couldn't quite decipher. Again, you glimpsed about before answering. "...I don't know. I saw that at the festival about a month ago and I loved it - but the day turned horrible and," A soft sigh escaped you, "I just, didn't want that to be. I wanted to have fun that day but I ruined it for myself." Looking back, Geppetto could clearly make out your deep frown through his failing vision, an frown so big he had not seen it in years.

"...It's sweet that you dedicate so much of your time for something as droll as a dancing, singing doll."

At that you could not fight the cracking grin. Folding your hands behind your back, you shyly looked away.

"Well...of course. I love her."

Brown eyes, strait and narrowed, opened up like an old door, a secret so well hidden and unknown to the rest of humanity, to the rest of these arrogant bastards, as his eyes widened like that of an child - told of an tale that only he could understand.

The man's head rose as he took in on all that you were, your features so familiar and clear as the first time he held your crying form in his arms, watched as he realized that you, too, could partake in this secret and understand it as well.

"You love her?"

You smiled bashfully once more with an firm nod. "Of course."

"...And you made all this by just observing the perfomance of these other puppets?"

"Ah, yes, well...I suppose. I did some more research though, I didn't just etch that all in my mind."

A short sigh escaped Geppetto as he leaned back in his chair. He hesitated for a bit, a mere moment as he pondered, before slowly getting up. Standing in front of you, the man was unsure on how to approach yet one thing was clear. Folding his hands behind his back as well, he took a deep breath.

"Puppets need love to be created. And love is formed by an genuine wish, my dear."

A brow was raised at his sudden claim. Wit perked ears you listened as he stood there, seemingly staring through you.

"Something as beautiful and heartfelt like puppets can only be created by love. Anything else or below that just makes them tools."

Carefully, he rested his hand on your shoulder and slowly but surely gained the confidence to tighten his grasp. "But we puppet makers do not fall so low. We don't bury ourselves in work just to make some helpful tools, we create things because we desire to! We do the things we do because we love them." Staring back you noted the glint in his dark eyes that do not reach his smile. Another moment of silence filled the room, one where you could not find any words to reply to his sudden but mellow vigor but your uncle was quick to draw back and reach for his desk. "Can I show you something? No, I want to." He opened a drawer before cautiously taking out a piece of paper. Dusting it off, his lips tucked wider. Swiftly, he offered it to you.

With hesitant hands you took it.

A crayon painting of Aurorie.

Your eyes darted around the long, curly locks of hair that waved about in an ridiculous manner. The bright baby blue that was all over the place, as well as the giant tiara sitting on top of her head. Kind eyes and a red smile.

Bandaged fingers carressed the bottom of the paper.

'For my annoying cousin, (Name).'

Your heart dropped.

"This, too, was created out of love."

The ticking of the grandfather clock seemed as light as a bird's dying chrip. The room drowned out. The carpet under your feet nothing but a blotch of red and the smell of the mahogany table so sickening you held your breath. All you could focus on was the crude drawing of your beloved doll and how starkly similiar it looked to the real deal despite the childish doodling and exaggeratedness. The hair, dress, tiara, and smile were all meant for you. The signature had wild scribbles around the word 'annoying' as if he really wanted to hide it even as he failed to.

'For my annoying cousin, (Name).'

Did he really dislike you that much?

Did he really love you that much?

"...When did...he make this?" Discreetly you gasped for air, a mere moment to even find your voice even as your heart spoke before your brain could stop it. "...After your fight when you left back home in the holidays. I brought the doll to you the next time we visited your father."

Gepetto spoke so calmly but none of his words were any news to you. Of course, you thought, you recalled the joy clearly when you held her in your arms for the first time. You knew how old the two of you were but not once did he cross your mind when you got her - and played with her every day after that. The thought of him doing something like that for you, however, made your heart stop. Taking a deep breath you swallowed the lump in your throat. No miracle in the world could conjure a smile on your face - all you could offer was a crooked grin to your uncle.

"It's beautiful." Facial muscles ached and the crack in your voice made you look nothing but a sham but you meant it, you did, and you hoped desperately with an aching chest that Geppetto would see it too. Let the only other man who knew him understand you as well. He, in turn, arched a brow and glimpsed between your face and the drawing you held.

"Do you love it?"

"I do." Another crack followed by a sniffle and the man was quick to come closer and grab your shoulder. "I know. I know you do now. Don't cry, dear. Don't cry. It wouldn't suit you." Wiping your nose, you blinked like a maniac to surpress the tears. The lump in your throat got bigger as your chest was trying to suck you in whole again, a deep sinkhole caving in as if nothing could sate its selfish hunger. It felt more upsetting to have Uncle see through you so easily like glass. All your emotions out on display like a tray of food and out of all people, he was the one feasting on them. Looking over the variety that he could freely choose from.

Instead, he took a step back and watched you stiffle your sobs with a drab expression. "It's alright, dear. You can keep it if you like. It was meant as a reference sheet for me but I believe it was ulltimately made for you."

With a deep breath, you shakily let it out. Clearing your throat you looked at him, misty-eyed. Everything felt like it was crushing you down, including him. "Are you sure?" You sounded like a wounded bird and hated it. He offered a friendlier smile and nodded. "Of course."

Nodding yourself, you drew the paper closer to you. However should a precious treasure like this be kept, you wondered. Crushed as you were, you were unsure if you could fold it properly to keep it, or have it preserved somewhere safe - in an treasure chest itself and nothing less appropiate.

You were not sure if you even wanted to keep it.

Still, words needed to be forced out, "Thank you, Uncle Geppetto." You sniffled again and dared not to look at him - unaware of how he stared down at you for moments that felt like an eternity. The taste of your snot was awful and salty, the paper between your fingers so thin but sharp, either destined to fall to the ground or cut you and spill more blood. The ticking of the clock something you did not hesitate to despise. Everything seemed so wrong and disgusting. With enough bravery and integrity, you peeked from beneath your tears to his hollow gaze. You've never seen his eyes swirl in such darkness.

You prepared yourself to speak but Geppetto was faster as he hastily drew his breath. "I knew that you would understand. Only puppet makers can understand other puppet makers. Thank you for that, my dearest niece." He paused as he mulled over his next words, "...You don't have anything else to do, do you? Of course not, you've got to rest your hand."

Before you could interrupt, he gestured towards his office door with the one hand and fished out a key from his breast pocket with the other.

"There's something else I'd like to show you. Perhaps you could help me."

How one earth could footsteps sound so dismal?

A place lit by lamps so dark?

The hallway you raced over and over and over again lose all meaning and familiarity, like falling out of love and being presented with a stranger?

Your shoes thumped against the carpet one step after the next. You focused on keeping the rythm in tact, your good hand cradling Aurorie while your bandaged one grasped the crayon drawing. Uncle's gray coat always in front of you with great distance. This walk felt like an eternity as well as you wanted nothing more but for it to be over. To close your eyes and be back in your room as if nothing had happened.

"...That song you taught the doll..." Barely you could lift your head up to Geppetto musing. As long as you could hear him, you'd be fine continuing to stare at the floor. "...You two often sang it." Your eyes flickered up to his head slightly turned to your direction but not fully seeing you. Meekly you nodded. "Mhm. It was from that book..."

"A book?"

"...Yes. The adventures of that boy that lied...it had pages with just the song written all over it, it had a fairy that made wishes come true all in blue and, yeah," You nodded along even though he did not see it, "...It was sweet...and good."

The click of the key made you halt like a train. It took a good moment for the door to creak open with your uncle's figure blocking your view. It hit the wall with a thump, startling you and leaving you wondering if the door always was made out of such heavy material in the past. Lighting a lamp, the man gestured towards the darkness below before promptly going down. With a deep breath you pressed your doll closer to you, crinkling the drawing in your hand and gingerly followed.

The creaking your steps would leave was heavier than that of the door, old wood soon replaced by metal that thumped harrowlingly. The air felt stiffer and colder and the room seemed to broaden the deeper you marched down, though that was only a guess. A gut feeling as your uncle was still the only light you could count on.

"Carlo really loved you, you know?"

Geppetto's words left a shiver running down your spine.

"He'd always ask when you'd come back. When the next holidays might be and if you and your family would visit Krat so he could show you more and more. More of what I made."

A long and echoing chuckle escaped him. The thumping continued.

"'How many more sleeps until (Name) comes back?'"

Goosebumps over your arms as the cold sunk deep into your bones.

"He just had a hard time showing it. Carlo is an emotional boy and you know how they get when they grow."

The thumping stopped. You almost bumped into him if he had not swiftly went around the corner and turned on the light. Squinting your eyes at the blinding sight, you were met red and white. A fine, slim, green carpet starting from the staircase and rolled towards the end of the room. Working tables at each side of the walls shaped to a circle with all kinds of tools, parts, material, liquids, adhesives and puppet limbs on them. Lamps symmetrically facing each other on the walls with a few loveseats and wardrobes and small furniture scattered in the basement. Assembly instructions were pinned on a few tables. It smelled of oil and you jumped back when you stepped on documents soaked in some other liquid.

Shrinking, you pressed your belongings further into you. "Uncle...what do you want to show me here? What could I possibly help with?" You tried to laugh but it was squashed by the sound puppet limbs slipping off a table. The porcelain white material was oozing out adhesives.

Hastily you hurried after your uncle. Your shaking feet stumbled as they tried to catch up with his long, calm gait. A red grand drape from the left ot the right covered the end of the room with a bright light peeking from the ground. You eyed it skeptically as your uncle abruptly reached for a switch on the left and the drapes slowly opened. The lamp hanging from the ceiling was the brightest and shown down on the red loveseat like in a play, letting the world know of the star of its show - an otherworldliness that would change a mortal's life for the rest of time.

The lump in your throat turned into bile that rose to your mouth as your uncle stood to the side, the show's light casting a shadow that reached the basement's dark corners. You kept on swallowing it down, down, down, blinking away the tears as your hands reached for something, anything - coming into a contact to the edge of an table to the far right and grasping it with all your might. Wide, burning eyes darted between the dark silhouette and the star sitting oh so peacefully on the loveseat. Shining vibrantly under the light as if it were an angelic being, even with the simple and plain blouse and trousers it adorned. The room spinned and the quietness was the noose cutting your neck from your head, your mind.

"What is that?" You licked your lips as you gasped for air. The older man still took his time to speak. "This," He began nice and slow, almost in an trance when blinded by the star itself, "This is the most special thing I have created yet. Something that will change our world." He reached for the headrest, his fingers grazing the locks, and pushed it further down to have its peaceful face drink in the light, causing you to shoot up your hand to your mouth to swallow down your gall.

"He's not complete yet. There are so many things to consider, so many things to do to make him perfect. He needs to be." Finally, he turned to you, his face obscured by shadows. Your uncle offered you his hand. "Come, take a closer look at this miracle."

The weight you shifted onto the table made you slip curtly before you could quickly get on wobbly feet. With shaking arms you squeezed your doll and drawing to you and walked with a hunched back, agape mouth and slow steps that will be the death of you. Seeing this thing any more closer would be your death. The sight of these featherly light lids closed as if resting in a tranquil slumber made your eyes burn and heave for air that did not reek of oil and dust. The bushy, black eyebrows free from all worries and not arched down when lookng at you. Seeing the short, and unkempt locks of hair kept exactly as he did as a youngster, dark and thick as the midnight sky, that would often fall over his crinkled eyes, and ever so gently weave with every pant you took had you cover your mouth and eyes for moment. You needed a moment - please, please, - to not go mad and fall down on this thing's feet. Gingerly opening one eye, as if one look at it would curse you, your watery gaze travelled up and down its face. There was a clear bone structure to be seen around the jaw and cheek bones. You feared it might be felt too for how real it seemed, how the shadows were cast on the rest of its neck, that did not pulse, and the white, flawless blouse lovingly placed on its figure. The lips were full and pink with something that could not be paint - you swore it on your life - and neither could the perfect, glass skin be. A familiar teint that almost made you urge to reach out and touch it.

The nose was a perfect shape, littered with heavy and dark freckles that began from the chin and travelled up to the even forehead. They congegrated the most across the cheeks, like stars in the sky that created a constellation. A few small, lone stars were near and on its lips.

Carlo didn't have any freckles.

"Uncle, what is that?" Your voice cracked as you stifled a sob. The man in turn, only strode to the thing's side. One hand on the head rest and the other on the arm rest. He was careful not to touch it. "A miracle, I've told you. He is special and he needs to be completed." His voice was laced in something you wished to forget. The times where he chastised you, when he stared at you with such disappointment, when he completely looked down on your injured hand that his puppet caused. "He barely knows the outside world. The legion arm keeps falling out of his socket and the lad doesn't know how to talk and walk." Instinctively, you snapped your head to the metal arm to the right, fastened by belts on the upper arm to keep it from falling. It was thicker than the other limbs, littered with golden joints and much more advanced than any other puppet part you have ever seen.

With fear in your wide eyes, you looked back to Geppetto.

He looked back with an small and expectant gaze. In his hand, an opened box with a golden clump in it, the thick cables hanging from the edges. A clock was installed, ticking away.

"Something as special as him needs love to blossom into what he needs to become. He needs you, (Name)."

𝐸𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷; 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

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