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Stubborn Hearts |3

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

(I suck at summaries for real).

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

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

Word Count: 6578 (OOPS)

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

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

Ch 1 Ch 2

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

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

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

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

Shay: Still on for the Hard Deck tonight?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Need another drink, please.” You replied

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you know?” He asked.

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

“Both.” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yandere Trenderman x mannequin reader

This is based of a story I read but can find anymore so if you find it please send it to me so I can give credit to the maker. Also I don’t know much about trenderman so it may seem a little OOC

For two years I sat in the corner collecting dust all while he looked away from me. I regret nothing that I did, cheating on him, why you may ask it was because he was to clingy and I though that was the only was out. Of course it hurt when he turned me into a mannequin, the most painful thing I ever experienced but I waited, I learned his routine and when he was out I would make my move. I knew he would be gone for the day and after an hour of him leaving I stood up. My joints creaked as I did not move for a long time and I moved to the door opening it and closing once out.

I don’t know how long I was walking but when I spotted a moving company truck with a clothing store logo on it I knew I had a chance to leave this place. Sneaking in the truck I spot a paper and pen I Wright on it ‘ Meet (y/n) they are a jointed mannequin so you can pose them anyway you want, but make sure they are taken care for’ I stick the paper on me, the truck started moving and I just wait.

When Trender returned home he went to his office but the usually warm room was almost ice cold and he shivered looking around he found nothing missing that was until he looked to the corner where all he found was dust around the shape of a person.

”I am so glad we got that mannequin (y/n) was it” a boss said to there employee “ More people have been coming in because of them” said mannequin was in the front stand right where the people would enter and they are what people first see when they glanced in. “Also a new mannequin just came, just get them dressed and ready for display” the employee grumbled before shuffling away to the back room to do what they where told and a few moments later the employee come back struggling to drag the other mannequin up before setting them up next to me. ‘Oh no’ I thought at the outfit and glasses on the mannequin looked familiar, I was staring at him and I think he was staring at me, but I could not tell, we both don’t have eyes.

At night after the employees locked up the store, I hop down and almost run away from Trender but I didn’t get far before I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turn around to face him “ Let go” I hissed venom in my voice, he then put his free hand on my cheek rubbing it. I slap it way “ what are you doing here” I ask glaring my non existent eyes and frowning my non existent mouth. “ I missed you” he replys grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him, bumping into his chest I pull away “didn’t you throw me into a corner for 2 years” he then got down on his knees “my dear (y/n) will you be mine again” I stared at him shocked “NO” I yelled stumbling backwards “but my dear you don’t have a choice” he replied walking towards me “God this is why I cheated on you” I state making him freeze “you where and are so possessive I could barely breath, and when I do manage to leave you have to come and ruin it for me and now I have to leave. Because. Of. You” I add poking his chest, and he was quiet for a bit before he suddenly grabbed my face, forcing a kiss from me and for a few seconds I was stunned, he pulled away “I don’t care what you did in the past, I need you in my life now we can be together have a happy family and you won’t ever leave me. Ever” his face had a dark look on them, tendrils coming out of his back one picking me up, I wiggle trying to get out of the grasp “ Now dear why don’t we go back home”

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #creepypasta #yandere creepypasta #trenderman #yandere trenderman

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circusgoth-dotcom · 11 months

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Grocery Trip

Ship: Jack Torrance x Sweeney Warren ("And They Were Roommates" AU)

Word Count: 1505

Summary: Jack, Sweeney, and Danny go on a trip to the grocery store. CWs for mentions of divorce and custody, mentions of Jack's poor relationship with Wendy, mentions of food, mentions of alcoholism and alcohol, allusions to the incident that led to Jack's sobriety. (Accidentally breaking Danny's arm when he was three)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Sweeney Warren and his relatively new boyfriend, Jack Torrance, had been going steady for about a year after Jack had become his new roommate. Before that, however, Jack had gone through a divorce with his now ex-wife, Wendy Nobbe, leading to discussions of custody and what was to be done with their young son, Danny. It was clear Wendy held little trust for Jack, no matter how hard he tried to better himself, but in his own self-loathing he agreed that he could only see Daniel on Fridays and Saturdays. Sweeney hadn’t quite grown used to it, having had no direct experience with children before Jack introduced him to Danny, but he tried his hardest to be polite and follow the young boy’s lead.

When Jack had brought Danny to their apartment one evening, Sweeney realized they were in desperate need of groceries.

“Shit. We didn’t go shopping for the kid,” he muttered to Jack in the hall while Danny set off for their living room.

“Welp. Guess we’re going shopping,” Jack shrugged before calling over Sweeney’s shoulder. “Don’t get settled in quite yet, Doc, we’ve got to run a quick errand.”

“But we just got to Sweeney’s apartment.”

“Yeah, I know, buddy, but you want to eat dinner, don’t you?”

“C’mon, I’ll get you a treat if you’re cooperative,” Sweeney added, turning to the boy. This seemed to persuade him, as he quickly went back to the door while Jack put on his boots and a leather jacket. Sweeney followed, slipping on his sneakers and grabbing a notepad and pen from the kitchen to jot down exactly what they needed.

“Everyone ready?” Jack prompted shortly after patting down his pockets to ensure he had his keys and wallet.

“Yep. Ready, Dan?”

Daniel nodded and the three set out into the night, stuffing into Jack’s Volkswagen beetle, once the colour of cherries but looking more rusty and faded nowadays. Sweeney never cared for the car and dreamed of investing in a secondhand hearse, but it wasn’t exactly a realistic goal for the time being. When Doves Cry played softly on the radio, prompting Sweeney to hum along as they passed tall streetlamps. Occasionally he glanced into the backseat, watching Danny watch the other cars on the road with vague curiosity. When they reached the grocery store, Jack wasted no time finding a cart.

“You want to help Sweeney with the list?” He prompted his son, who nodded determinedly. He looked to his boyfriend and smiled. “Lead the way, darling.”

“Alright Danny, the first thing on my list is milk.” They set off for the refrigerated aisle, making Sweeney shiver as Danny opened one of the doors for him.

“Here,” Jack said before he could reach for the milk jug, draping his leather jacket over his shoulders. “You always complain about being cold in stores, I don’t know why you don’t just bring a sweater or something… maybe it’s all a ploy to steal my jackets, now that I think about it.”

“Ah, you’ve caught me,” Sweeney placed a dramatic hand on his forehead and picked up the milk with the other. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Danny’s amused expression and smiled softly to himself. “Yes, tis I, Sweeney Warren, the great jacket thief.”

Jack gasped, matching his energy. “Doc, can you believe that? My boyfriend’s a criminal mastermind! I say we lock him up and throw away the key.”

Danny giggled, closing the refrigerator door.

“You’ll never catch me alive, copper,” Sweeney squeezed Jack’s hand playfully, “hey, Dan, if we move quickly on to the frozen aisle we might be able to leave him in the dust!”

He tapped the boy’s shoulder lightly and set off at a brisk walk to the next aisle with Danny bounding along behind him, still laughing.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, eh?” Jack called after them, pushing the cart along at a leisurely pace and grinning to himself. He was more than happy to see his son and his boyfriend getting along. After all, Sweeney was as much family as Wendy was, in Jack’s opinion. Without Jack’s help, Danny wouldn’t even have existed in the first place. He paused at the end of the aisle, gazing at a six-pack of beer. His battle with alcoholism was ongoing. After an accident involving Danny as a toddler, the incident that convinced Wendy he was a monster undeserving of forgiveness, Jack had determinedly cut back on his alcohol consumption. In fact, he considered himself practically sober. He had only broken his dry spell by drinking himself to sleep on the couch the night Wendy announced she wanted a divorce, and had split a beer with Sweeney when he first moved in…

What really tempted Jack when it came to alcohol was not only the feeling of freedom that came onto him when he drank, but the social aspect of it as well. He used to have drinking buddies. Friends. Friends that goaded him into drinking more. He hadn’t realized he had moved to open the fridge, picked up the six-pack, and dropped it in the cart, until he came around the corner and paused beside his boyfriend and son.

“There you are, I…” Sweeney trailed off, putting a frozen pizza and a box of waffles into the cart, glancing down at the beer. “Jack?”

“Hm?”

Sweeney stepped closer to him, caressing his cheek and speaking deliberately. “Is it a good choice for you to drink around your kid?”

The words shocked him into the present, making his hair stand on end. “Fuck… I-I’m sorry…”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll put it back. You’re okay.” Sweeney looked over his shoulder, “Danny, help your father find the cereal aisle, I’ll join you in a second.”

He tenderly bumped his forehead against his boyfriend’s and retrieved the six-pack from the cart, returning it to the refrigerator aisle. Jack watched him go, despite Danny’s nonverbal insistence that they do as instructed, gently tugging on the front of the cart. This is how he knew Sweeney was truly the one for him. He didn’t snap at him like Wendy might’ve, or suggested that he was devolving back to his old ways. He simply reminded Jack that he had choices, and his choices had outcomes. It was up to him to decide what outcome he wanted. And what he wanted was a nice night with his boyfriend and son. Sober.

“Dad…”

“I’m here, Doc. Cereal aisle, right?” Jack followed Danny through the rows of shelves until they reached it, soon joined by Sweeney.

“What kind of cereal does Wendy let him have? No, scratch that, hey, Danny, what kind of cereal do you like?”

Danny eagerly handed Sweeny a box of Cocoa Pebbles.

“Excellent choice. We won’t tell your mother,” Sweeney winked and placed it in the cart. “Do you like to watch The Flintstones?”

Danny nodded. “My favourite is Dino.”

“He’s funny, isn’t he? We need to pick up some coffee next, y’know you’re dad can’t function in the morning without it.”

Jack rolled his eyes, smiling. Once the cart was fully stocked up, they began to approach the registers.

“Do I get a treat?” Danny asked.

“I think so. You’ve done very well. Jack, what say you?”

Jack nodded. “I second that. Go ahead and pick out something nice, Doc. But no gum, alright?”

The young boy rushed forward to examine the shelves of candy just before check-out. Jack and Sweeney watched him, side-by-side.

“What’s it like, being a dad?” Sweeney asked.

“Hey, you’re getting your free trial right now,” Jack responded, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Well, it’s not this easy all the time but Wendy and I… ah, we got lucky with Danny. Sure, sometimes I think he’s a little spacey, but he’s a good kid. I’m proud that he’s mine. And hey, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to call him yours, too.”

“You mean, you think he’ll call me ‘dad’ someday?”

“Or some equivalent. Why not? I don’t foresee us breaking up anytime soon… right?” He pressed his nose against his boyfriend’s.

“‘Course not…” Sweeney’s eyelids fluttered. As they were about to pull into a kiss, Danny tugged on Jack’s jacket, still settled on Sweeney’s shoulders. He held up a Snickers as the two men pulled away from each other.

“Add it to the cart,” Jack instructed patiently, smirking at the flush on Sweeney’s cheeks. Even though this particular trip to the grocery store had not been much of a hassle, it was a relief to get back into the car knowing they’d be returning home with food waiting to be cooked.

“You know, there’s a video rental place not far from our apartment. You want me to skip down there while the pizza’s cooking?” Jack asked lowly, hoping to surprise Danny with a fun movie.

“That sounds fantastic, Jack. I don’t really have the energy for games so anything that’ll maybe ease Dan into bed works for me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jack.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #self ship au #jack torrance #circus scripts #📖🧡.s/i [“And They Were Roommates” AU]#🪓Darling - Light of My Life🪓

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letmewanderinyourgarden2022 · 6 months

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NEW CHAPTER

As I stepped inside, the warmth of the Inn swept over me. The ever-present aroma of birch wood lingered in the air. Muffled conversations drifted from the bar punctuated with occasional spikes of laughter and the rattle of glassware.

I closed my eyes for just a second, taking it all in, before pushing myself forward into the reception area. Kirk rounded the corner as I passed the desk.

“Evening, Jane. Hope all is well.”

“Good evening, Kirk. Yeah, it’s been a wonderful day.”

“Will you be needing anything?”

“Well, now that you asked,” I grinned. “Would it be possible to get some whiskey and maybe a bunch of candles?” A plan for the remainder of the evening was formulated.

“There should be some boxes of votives in the cabinet in your room. I’ll just pop in the bar for the other. I might be able to find a decanter for you,” he laughed with a wink. “Preference as to label?”

“I trust your judgment. Gonna step outside for a smoke, so no rush. I’ll pick it up in a bit. Thanks so much, Kirk.”

I walked down the hall to the alcove of the garden doorway. Running my fingers over the lead of the panes, I was unable to hold back a smile.

Things are quite different since the last time I stood here.

I opened the door and stepped onto the porch under its ivy-covered arbor. Not a soul in sight - I was alone. After lighting the cigarette, I retraced the stone walkway leading to the back of the yard. Pausing momentarily, I saw him, in my mind’s eye, sauntering towards me at that very spot earlier in the day.

I will never, never, ever forget that.

Sinking onto the bench, I pulled the shawl tight around me and stretched back against the table’s edge, eyes upward, marveling at the brilliant starry night.

A perfect ending to a perfect day. . .

The calm beauty of the night sky matched the inner peacefulness that had grown over the hours I had spent with him.

So much to savor from today. . .and so much that I hadn’t bargained for. . .I’ve gotta process all of this.

I sighed as I snubbed out a second cigarette and made my way back inside. Kirk was doing double duty at the bar and the reception desk. A tray was ready for me with the decanter, glasses, and a small ice bucket.

“This is great, Kirk. Don’t need the ice and only one glass, but thanks,” I said sliding both items back onto the bar. “Uhh. . .what time is breakfast served?”

“We start at seven. The dining room is just on the other side of reception. There’s a menu in your room and we’re happy to bring breakfast up if you want. If you need anything at all, just ring down to the desk. Have a good night, Jane.”

“I absolutely will,” I said as I raised the decanter in salute to him. “Night.”

As I climbed the staircase, a slight queasiness came over me insisting food now would probably be a good idea, but I wasn’t at all hungry.

Ha. . .wine and whiskey on an empty stomach, both on the same day. . .This can’t become a trend, Jane.

As soon as I entered the room, I set about the plan, disrobing as I went. The votives were just as Kirk said. I planted them around the bedroom, the bathroom, and on the wide ledge running along the wall side of the claw and ball foot tub. A basket of biscuits and other treats had been deposited on the desk at some time in my absence. Finding a shortbread, I munched as I turned on the taps and sprinkled the Inn’s fragrant bath salts into the already steaming water.

Hopefully, that fixes the stomach issue. . . .

The candles were lit with the matches Kirk had thoughtfully slipped on the tray. The illumination from the room spilled into the bedroom beyond. As I hung my blouse in the wardrobe, the candlelight sparked off the metal clasp of the elastic band still around my wrist. Snapping it against my wrist caused a shiver of remembrance.

Mmmm. . .the thought of him! Leaves me fucking breathless. . .and another precious item to keep.

I slipped it off my wrist, storing it in the pen box with the other memento. After pouring myself a healthy shot, I twisted my hair up into a clip and slid into the hot, fragrant water.

Ahhhh. . . what an unbelievable day. . .

As I sipped on the whiskey, the warming effects of the liquor seeping through my body, combined with the heat of the water, lulled me into a delicious stasis. I felt weightless.

Hmmm. . .almost as good as a joint. . .

Sliding further into the comfort of the water, I tried to recall every second of the day's events – attempting to make sense of it all. The impression of the first contact flooded back - when he grasped my hand with that very subtle caress.

He truly is the most sensuous man I have ever met.

I cataloged back through my prior relationships – from the very first encounters to the most recent one.

Yes. . .he is. That should have been my first clue. . .mmmmm

It was amazing how quickly he put me at ease in the garden. His descriptions of the experiences he was willing to share, the breadth of his knowledge, and his subtle innuendos took our conversations on tangents I didn’t expect.

I just really like him. . .being with him. . .so easy to talk to. . .mmmm. . .and more to come tomorrow. . .so not like I thought it would be. . .

As the aroma of sandalwood floated up from the water, my mind focused on the more sensual parts of the day – the soft, beguiling tone of his voice, his hand in mine, his touch on my wrist. . .on my thigh. . .the strands of his hair gliding across my fingers – all of it overwhelmed me.

What will it be like. . . would be like if. . .

Under the water, my fingertips glided slowly, in swirling patterns on my skin, as I imagined they were his. In my weightless state, I could almost see him, feel him, there with me. I reveled in the heightened awareness for a few moments before abruptly stopping myself.

Nope. . .not gonna do that. No fantasy it before it happens. . .if it happens. . .at least not tonight.

I grabbed the glass from the ledge and took a long sip, before returning it to the shelf and sinking even further into the water.

I think it’s gonna happen. . .

As I tried to turn my thoughts away from that possibility, the prickly rush from earlier in the evening flared into my thoughts – that disorienting feeling. A whisper in the very back of my mind, barely detected, seemed to chant it was a truth - that it was not strange my hand lightly grasping the curve of his waist seemed as if I had done it hundreds of times before and. . .a familiar warmth under my hand. The flare turned into a whirlwind of some emotion I couldn’t grasp.

How is that even possible??. . .that. . . that. . .I’ve felt that before. . . the intimacy. . .my hand holding him like that. What the fuck!

I could make no sense of the burning now felt deeply to my very core. The walk back along the river felt comfortable and right somehow - yes - but that kind of connection – the recognition – not possible. The remembered confusion from that moment on the Thames path turned into the same serenity that came over me after the dream that triggered this whole adventure.

I just don’t get it. It’s good. . .I think. . .but at the same time, don’t overthink, Jane. . . .

It was time to check in with my ‘means of divination.’ I rose from the bath and hastily threw on a terrycloth robe from the wardrobe. The candles from the bathroom were transported to add to the light in the bedroom. Jimmy’s note was placed in the center of the bed with my shawl from the day spread over it. I eased the cards from the velvet bag onto the scarf. After focusing on the deck enclosed in my hands, I slowly laid out the spread. The order of the cards caused me to take a quick, deep breath.

No fucking way!

The Empress, the Tower, the Lovers, the Fool – all were set in very, very, interesting but perplexing positions.

I have no freakin’ idea what this means exactly. I have never met him before now. . .I must be misunderstanding. . .but that feeling from earlier. . .familiar but unfamiliar. . .what is that?

I fell back into the pillows trying to reason through what the cards communicated. The effects of the bath, the whiskey, and jet lag all converged at once. Sleep insisted I succumb to it. I returned the cards to the bag and blew out the candles, placing the scarf and the note on the bedside table.

As I snuggled into the bedcovers, the windows rattled ever so slightly with a change in the calm of the night. Outside the window, a faint whistling of the wind blended with the angrily rustling leaves to serenade me. The sound of the wind always comforted me and it helped to settle the percolating questions popping up in my head. As I drifted off to sleep, the words from my letter to him ran through my thoughts.

“Hmm. . .yes,” I sighed.

Che sera, sera, Jimmy.

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Jimmy was pleasantly consumed with thoughts of Jane on his walk up the High Street to Deanery Gardens. He entered the code into a pad fixed to the brick arch of the doorway and entered the quiet security of his home. He closed the door behind him, rambling, preoccupied, down the entrance hall through the moonlit courtyard and eventually to the kitchen. After pouring a glass of wine, he traveled on through the great hall and into the garden, finding his favorite spot on the terrace. His destination was a simple, wooden garden chair placed so he could survey the lawns, flowers, shrubs, and trees perfectly located throughout the very large walled garden. As he sipped, the faint scent of lavender could be detected in the breeze that was rising. It triggered a distant memory – a planned adventure – forgotten over the years.

How strange that comes to me now.

He considered the details he could recall of the resurrected plan as he waited. It was the perfect time of evening and of year for a phenomenon to appear in his garden. He was not disappointed. As he leaned forward in the chair, faint points of light twinkled intermittently in the far corners of the view before him. Rising from the chair, he stepped to the edge of the terrace stairway as the glimmering points in the corners melded across the border of the distant garden wall. The wind had changed, picking up a force that whipped his still unbound hair around his face. Through the trees swaying in the gusts, the lights, now merged into pulsing blossoms of amber-green, seemingly levitated in air. He smiled at the sight of them and in the periphery, of the dark-bottomed clouds speeding past the waxing moon. He took a slow, deep sip from the glass noting the omens of the night before turning to reenter the silent manse with a determined smile and gait.

He walked directly to the study, which was cast in a yellow glow emanating from the flames in the brick fireplace that faintly illuminated the high-ceilinged room. He paused at one of the bookcases lining the walls taking from it an ornately carved and inlaid wooden box. Settling on the sofa before the fire, he focused on the box placed in the center of the low table in front of him.

Something to be discovered, I think. . .why has she sparked such. . .consternation. . .

He pulled the object toward him and carefully pushed the buttons arranged on its sides in the required sequence. Once opened, it revealed old friends waiting until they were needed. He took the deck from the box and considered what he hoped to discover. Slowly and deliberately, he arranged the cards in the pattern, pausing after each placement to understand its effect on the rest. When he was done, he leaned back to consider all that was before him.

Well, well. . .much to explore. . .and. . .maybe it is the time

He carefully returned the cards to the box and the box to the bookcase. Grabbing his empty glass, he found the bottle left on the kitchen table, swirled its ruby liquid into the glass, and gravitated to the windows of the great hall that rose from the floor to the high-timbered ceilings. He looked out over the garden once more. The wind had died down considerably and the green blossoms of light had started to fade. He slowly sipped the wine and accepted several realizations that had been cemented by the events of the day. He couldn’t repress the smile rising from the multitude of emotions he felt.

Che sera, sera, Lady Jane.

Title Image - Beauty and the Birds at Night by Duy Huynh

Deanery Gardens (all pre-Jimmy ☹)

The Courtyard

The edge of the Terrace walkway

Portion of the Garden

Puzzle box example

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musicloverxoxo7 · 2 years

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They’re the bad guys (p. 2) – feat. Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung

Mafia!BTS maknae line x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve escaped your mafia bosses, taking up with their biggest enemy, your ex. But they want revenge.

Themes/warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), marking, mentions of unprotected sex, swear words, some angst, bad mafia guys, guns, knives, mentions of murder, established relationship

Wordcount: ca. 3.3k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Part 1

Everything started off so perfectly. You’d changed your appearance with the help of a new hair color and cut. You started doing your makeup differently and dressing in things you’d never worn before.

Jungkook was attentive and loving whenever you got to be together at the big condo you shared in Busan.

Nothing bad had happened in your five months in the city by the ocean. Perhaps because you went everywhere with a parcel of bodyguards who were like chameleons.

Until you went to attend a society function that Jungkook’s mother had organized.

At least a hundred people are already milling around, chatting, and sipping expensive champagne when you arrive. Jungkook will be coming soon, directly from a meeting.

You adjust your dress. Something colorful to balance out how Jungkook never wears anything but black.

“Y/n, you’re in town?” Jungkook’s mother comes over and takes in your appearance. Her eyes widen when she takes in the dress. “This is perhaps the prettiest dress I have ever seen. Did you get it in Seoul? I’m never up there anymore.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jeon. It’s actually from a little boutique in Busan. I’m back for good.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. I’d love to have the address of the boutique if you’re willing to share.”

“Of course.”

Jungkook’s mom hands you a tiny notebook and a pen. You scribble the address. It’s a store run by one of your friends and you’ll gladly get her more exposure and business.

“Thank you so much. So, now that you’re back, what are you up to?”

“Working on business with me”, comes a smooth voice behind you. Jungkook slings his arm around your waist and breathes a kiss on your cheek. “I see you’ve reacquainted yourself with my mom.”

“Jungkook, is that wise”, his mother asks. She sounds concerned. You know she was never your biggest fan, but you also know she doesn’t dislike you.

“No. But she’s about as stubborn as our family. How could I resist?”

With the last words, he looks down at you with his dark eyes. There is so much love in them that you want to melt into a puddle. Jungkook’s mother sighs.

“He always had his own mind”, she says to you. “It’s good, but sometimes…”

You laugh. You understand.

“I’ll catch up with you two more later on. The Chois have arrived.”

She hurries off.

“Actually, I should say hello to the Chois too. The are former business associates of my mother’s. How about you get us drinks and I’ll meet you at the bar in a few minutes?”

Though you’re curious to meet these mysterious business associates, you agree and head to the bar. It’s a coke for both you and Jungkook. That’s one of the few rules Jungkook enforces among his employees too. Never drink on the job.

You sit down on a stool and suck on the straw. The soft classical music in the background is pleasant. You’re quite sure it’s a piece by Bizet.

“The way that dress fits you”, Jungkook whispers next to your ear. You startle. He runs his hand down your back. “I’m not sure if I want you to keep it on your peel you out of it.”

“The latter would be quite inappropriate, since there are other people present. Especially your mother.”

Jungkook places a kiss just below your ear. You feel goosebumps race over your skin.

“I guess you’re keeping it on, then.” He grabs his coke and takes your hand. You pick up your glass and let him tug you along. This slightly bossy side is not something he had when you were in college. He was way too shy to tell you what to do. Much less pull you out of a party to an off-room.

Once in there, Jungkook takes the glass from you and puts it onto a table. This looks like a small conference room. His eyes are glazed over.

“Ah, love.” You have your back to the closed door. Jungkook closes in on you like a predator on its prey. His pupils are so dilated you can hardly see the dark irises anymore. “I hope I get more immune to you over time. I had to have my hands crossed in front of my pants while talking to the Chois.”

You look down at the black slacks. They are a little tented and you haven’t even touched him.

“That’s somewhat problematic. Good thing we don’t work together daily.”

“I’d probably get shot once a week if that happened.”

Your eyes widen. He wears a half-smile, so you’re unsure if he’s joking or not.

“Let’s avoid that.”

You reach out and hook your finger under the button of the suit jacket. You pull. He does not resist.

“You look very nice in the suit. I’m not used to you being dressed so formally.”

A whiff of Jungkook’s smell hits you as he steps closer. Your hormones feel like they’re going into overdrive, telling you to mate, like, right now.

“Whenever you look at me like that”, he licks his lips. You don’t wait for him to continue; you pull on his jacket until your bodies meet and your lips collide. It’s not a gentle kiss. Your hands run over his thighs, his squeeze your ass.

His pants, previously somewhat tented, are straining to contain him now. You rub your stomach against his length. He rolls his hips into you. You can’t help but marvel at how much he’s changed in the past three years. From cute and shy to… this.

Jungkook lets go of your ass and takes your hands. He brings them up to his dark hair.

“Hold on tight. Two taps if you want me to stop.”

With that he goes down onto his knees and puts his big hands on your ankles. He runs them up very slowly, leaving a kiss here and there on your thighs, pushing the dress up in the process. When he sees the lacy black underwear he bought you recently, he bites his lip.

“You like it still?”

He chuckles darkly. His tattooed finger runs over the lace, making you suck in a breath.

“Mh”, he hums. Keeping your hands in his hair, you look down. How he’s eyeing your pussy makes your stomach muscles clench.

“You like me on my knees for you”, Jungkook asks while dragging down your underwear. Sometimes it is as if he has a second pair of eyes.

“I do, y-“

His tongue makes contact with your clit. You pull on his long hair. The sensation is almost too much as he sucks on the little bud. You lean your head back into the door and let a whine slip out. Frankly, you don’t care who hears.

Jungkook’s hands are on your thighs, keeping them apart as he keeps licking and sucking, making you squirm.

“Jungkookah. Feels so good.”

One of his hands moves between your thighs. His index finger pushes into you slowly. You’re so wet that he slides in easily. He curls his finger, so it hits the spot he knows you love. Quickly, he adds another finger and keeps tapping that spot.

Your thighs are shaking. You aren’t far from tumbling over the edge. Your stomach muscles keep clenching.

“I… I…”

The orgasm spasms through you. Your hands tug harder on Jungkook’s hair. If it hurts him, he doesn’t let it on. He helps you ride it out, before straightening up.

“If I had words for how hot you look when you come undone, I’d tell you now.”

You giggle, blushing a little. He flashes you one of his wide grins where the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I love you, JK.”

“I love you too.”

He takes your hand and moves it to his bulge.

“Touching you is also a major turn-on. Aside from that dress. And the underwear.”

“I also have another new dress”, you say, moving your hand up and down his bulge. “Leaves the entire back free. I thought I could wear it on our next date night.”

“Do you want us to leave the building for that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Torture”, he murmurs, heading for your neck. Before you remind him not to leave marks tonight, he’s already left the first one.

“Jungkookah”, you sigh, applying more pressure. He moans into your skin. You keep it up.

“Does that little magic bag of yours hold tissues too”, he mumbles between kisses to your shoulder.

“Yes. Why?”

“We’ll need them to clean you up later.” He chuckles. “I might mark you, but I don’t have to have my cum dripping down your legs for the rest of the night.”

You laugh at the bizarrely hot thought.

“I do have tissues.”

Jungkook grabs you around the waist and does a 180-degree turn with you until your ass hits the edge of a desk. You sit down on it and lean back.

Jungkook unzips his pants.

The lights go out. You sit up so quickly your face meets with Jungkook’s solid chest.

From the massive reception hall a few meters away, you hear confusion and mild panic.

“Too much coincidence?”

“Stay here.”

You hear the rustling of clothes and then a click. It means Jungkook has taken his pistol out of the ankle holster. No way are you staying here. You pull up your panties.

“I’m coming with you. They’ll murder me on sight if they find me alone.”

Jungkook is silent for a long moment.

“Fine. Stay behind me.”

You grab your purse as Jungkook opens the door a few centimeters. Only emergency lights are on.

“It’s clear. Come, love.”

You grab his hand and walk along the wall behind him. You’re almost back in the reception hall.

Suddenly, the mood in the hall shifts. Scrambling, followed by a gunshot. Panicked screams and more scrambling. Jungkook’s hand tenses around yours. You know he wants to send you the other way, but that probably wouldn’t help either.

One-handed, you open your bag and take out the knife you keep in there. You unsheathe it.

A dark, hulking figure approaches you. As soon as Jungkook spots that they aren’t police or a guest, he tackles them. The fight is not entirely soundless, but with the panic all around, it goes unnoticed.

Jungkook gets up not long after. The other person does not.

“Shall we push them to the side, so nobody sees”, you whisper.

“Yeah.”

The two of you crouch down and shove the person to the edge of the corridor.

Jungkook takes your hand again as you plunge into the chaos. A few lamps on the raised stage are lit. Up there stands Mr. Kim, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a gun. Next to him is Mr. Park, twirling a knife between his nimble fingers.

You pass by the bar, which also has some lights left.

“There”, Mr. Park says. The mic is still on, so his voice echoes.

You pull on Jungkook’s hand and dive behind the bar with him as a gun discharges. The bullet hits a bottle above you. The amber liquid spills down.

“What do you say we talk, y/n”, Mr. Park says into the mic. His voice is soft and warm, as usual.

You stay quiet.

“We know you’re behind the bar. You can’t escape us.”

Beside you, Jungkook is on the phone with the police, whispering as silently as possible.

“I know you don’t want to talk. I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Ah, she got us there”, Mr. Kim says.

“Well, you might not want to talk, but I kinda do”, Mr. Park tells him.

“What about”, you yell back.

“You betrayed us. Didn’t we treat you well? I think we paid you a decent salary. You could have risen high.”

“Ever consider that not all in life is about money?”

“Yes, I have. If you care, we both had an interest in you. You could have had your pick.”

“Thank you, but I already picked a decade ago.”

“Too bad. I guess that is the blind love Shakespeare refers to.”

“Are you done soon? This is getting boring”, Mr. Kim injects. Mr. Park’s sigh is very audible. You have to bite your lip for the absurdity of the situation. Bickering mafia bosses. You, who had no idea of this a few months ago. Now you’re in the middle of all this with a knife in your hand.

“What do you want from us.”

“A few things”, Mr. Park says in a voice that is both incredibly sensuous and dripping with danger. “You didn’t fulfill your job. Which means we’re out of a lot of money and business. You practically stole a potential new business partner. How many won do you think that’d make, Taehyung?”

“A few billion won, I’d guess.”

“Yeah. Around 140 billion, I think. For the next five years, at least. Let’s not get into the long-term ramifications.”

“Yeah, let’s not”, you agree.

Mr. Kim coughs up a laugh.

“Okay. You owe us 140 billion won, y/n. How do you plan to pay us back all that money?”

“You want restitution, you turn to me”, Jungkook says.

You don’t want to think it, but damn, he’s so hot when he goes mafia boss mode.

“You want to draw up a cute little payback plan”, Mr. Kim taunts.

“Frankly, there’s nothing cute or little about 140 billion won”, you throw out. He’s really starting to piss you off. You’re also starting to see why Mr. Park tends to do most of the talking. He pulls the diplomatic act off more easily. Or perhaps they’re doing the good mafia boss – bad mafia boss routine on you.

“I know your business isn’t doing that well, Jeon. You can’t afford that”, Mr. Park states.

“Actually, I think all of this is slightly twisted. I did my job, but Jungkook had no desire to work with you. I didn’t get paid for the night’s work, nor for the three weeks out of the month before I left. I owe you nothing, Jungkook owes you nothing.”

You roll your eyes. You spot something above you. Slowly, you drop back your head. Holy shit. The entire ceiling is made up of glass. You can see where Mr. Park is standing by the mic. One of his hands is in his pants pocket, probably on his knife. With the other he cradles the mic stand.

Mr. Kim is leaning against the stage’s back wall, twirling the gun around his little finger. Clearly, neither of them has seen the ceiling yet. It might not be such an advantage to them either way, but it is for you.

“I see our opinions differ starkly. Why don’t we discuss all that over a drink? We gain nothing by shooting either of you”, he adds, as if an afterthought. “We wouldn’t inherit the Jeon empire.”

Something else raises your mood. You spot special service circling the building through the reflection of one of the full-length windows close to the stage. Next to you, Jungkook is on his phone again, talking to someone from the police, telling them who the bad guys are.

You reach for the knife used to chop lemons on top of the bar counter.

“Oh, you’d have us shot in a heartbeat. You’d rather deal with someone unprepared than with either of us since we clearly won’t cooperate.”

Mr. Park sighs again. He’s getting tired of the situation quickly. Through the mirror above, you see him look at Mr. Kim and jerk his head in the direction of the bar. Mr. Kim nods and starts to move. Now is your moments.

You slide out at the side of the bar, take aim quickly and throw the two knifes in close succession. Mr. Kim, unprepared, doesn’t get off a shot until you’re behind the bar again. By then his arms are pinned to the wall by his sleeves. He looks comically surprised.

Before anyone can react further, two windows shatter at the same time and black-clad special service members spill in.

Ten minutes later you’re outside the building, Jungkook’s jacket around your shoulder, giving a cop a statement.

“And… and I was just heading out with my boyfriend when the two lunatics started shooting. I don’t know how many rounds. Perhaps two? I was so scared.”

Tears are streaming down. Partly because of the adrenaline rush coming to an end, partly because you’re spent emotionally. You tell how you stalled and don’t forget to mention that one of them shot at you again.

One of the special service people comes over. Perhaps one of the leaders, because he doesn’t wear the head to toe black and armor.

“Were you the one who threw the knives?”

“Yes.”

“That was some precision and speed. How long have you been doing that.”

“About fifteen years. My mom taught me. She said a girl has to learn to protect herself in lots of different scenarios.”

“Your mom was right. I’m sorry, but we have to keep your knife for the moment. It’s evidence.”

“That’s okay. Is my boyfriend alright?”

“He said he’s waiting for you in the car, once you’re done.” The man points over at the black Mercedes. “We’re done, I think. We have your contact detail. If we need anything more, we’ll let you know.”

You thank them and hurry to the car. Jungkook’s jaw is clenching when you slide into the warm seat. Your body is still shaking a little. Once the door is closed and you’re belted in, Jungkook revs up the engine and you speed off.

Once you turn into a different street, Jungkook locks the doors.

“Why were you lying to me, y/n?”

His voice is dangerous like a knife at the throat. You don’t look at him.

“Technically, I haven’t lied to you. It was… an omission.”

“So Empress Min was your mother?”

“Was it the knife-throwing that gave it away?”

“Yes. And the way you were way too calm in a hostage situation. You realize you handled that all by yourself, right?”

You bite your lip.

“Is that how you survived the hostage situation she didn’t?”

“My brother and I inherited our dad’s temperament. Mom wasn’t so even tempered. I was just a teen. I wasn’t supposed to be there to begin with. Maybe I survived because the bad guys had mercy on me.”

“I know enough bad guys to tell you most of us have no mercy.”

“You wouldn’t kill an innocent teenage girl.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” There’s a long pause. “Yoongi runs things up in Daegu. And you?”

“I never wanted a part of it. I grew up with my dad most of my life.”

“Until I dragged you right back in.”

“Hey, at least we have an alliance that way. The Min and Jeon clans together. Would be something to go up against.”

“If that’s what you want, we can make it happen.”

“Why does it feel like there’s a “but” coming?”

You look at Jungkook. He’s smiling his wicked smile. His hand moves to your thigh and pushes the dress up until he’s touching your skin.

“But then you’re in this for life. With me. Officially.”

“If that is your way of proposing, Jeon, you gotta try again.”

Jungkook laughs. So hard you can feel his hand shake on your thigh too.

“I’m not proposing. Yet. Merely prepping you for the thought.”

“Goodness. I was ready to marry you three years ago. You’re still my “one”, even though you come with a whole damn mafia empire.”

Jungkook pulls into the garage of the building which houses your condo. His hand slides further up your thigh once the car is parked.

“Let’s debate that further tomorrow. I think we both need some distracting for the rest of the night.”

You take his hand and move it under your dress to the spot between your legs.

“Start distracting, then.”

Of course, Jeon Jungkook delivers.

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nightinghoul · 1 year

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Stewart Update + Bunny News!

Stewart is 100% now. He's eating, pooping, and very energetic. I suddenly realized I've been telling people I've had him for three years for nearly a year. That makes him at least five years old. Anyway, he's doing great!

Which brings me to my next bit of news:

Meet Gilly!

When Stewart was sick, I had to stop by a feed store near the vet to get him some hay. While I was there, I saw that they sold bunnies, which is unethical, and I should not be supporting them. However, there is a classic exotic pet quandary: If you see an animal in poor conditions, and you can only save them by supporting the business that is selling them, what do you do? Do you leave them?

Gilly and the whole fluffle of rabbits they had in a tiny plexiglass pen, were surely there in preparation for Easter. I just meant to take a peek, but then I met her. The vibe coming off of this bunny, y'all. She's as chill as a fresh cucumber in Stewart's evening salad.

Stewart once had a companion that he was absolutely crazy about. He is really prickly with other animals, and after his companion passed under tragic circumstances beyond my control, I tried getting him a new friend, Miss Betty. Miss Betty was a senior, but since I don't know Stewart's age, I was afraid to get a young bunny. So, she passed naturally, and Stewart lost yet another friend. I felt like I could never do that to him again. I would have to commit more long term to a bunny that could be his friend for life, and I just wasn't sure.

So, when I met this bunny that gave me this very strong gut feeling that she would do well with him, I certainly questioned my judgement. But when I asked to see her, the man grabbed her by the ears. I thought, she's going to be treated awful, and then probably end up with a family as an Easter present to their kids, and then later dumped when she turns out to be "too much work". (Sadly, that is such a common fate for petstore rabbits.)

On top of that, when I met her, Stewart was sick, and I couldn't bring in a new friend while he was not feeling well. But when he had been feeling really good, and acting normal for a couple of days, I went back to see her.

I will always vote for laws that keep bunnies out of pet stores, just like dogs and cats (unless they have an adoption area, and those are run by the local rescues.) But at the same time, it is not that little bunny's fault that those laws aren't in place yet. I made the decision to buy her. I will fight against that situation legally, but I couldn't leave her there.

I feel bad that I could only save one. I feel bad that I contributed to the problem by paying to remove her from it. But I wasn't just getting a bunny. I was getting THIS bunny.

When I brought her home, she was showing early signs of stasis. Her belly was hard, and she wasn't pooping. I gave her fluids and spinach, and by the end of the day, she had started pooping, and her tummy felt soft. She is not super affectionate, but she's very curious, and likes her head and ears to be stroked. She seems really smart, and energetic.

She is in a pen, separate from Stewart, but visible to him. They are curious about each other. I have a good feeling.

P.S. They told me she's either lionhead or a Dutch, although she is clearly niether. I think possibly an English spot mix. Whatever, though - She's a sweet lil' bunny.

#i love bunnies #bunnies #stewartthebunny #gillythebunny #the cutest bestest boy ever #stewart b. potts #Silly Gilly Bun #Gilly and Stew

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ijemmaokafor · 5 months

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Winter is Coming (with @fleetsummers)

Fleet and Jemma organize the pantry, indulge in some gossiping, and philosophize on matters of the heart.

Fleet: -bounds in from outside, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed- Jemma! Sorry, sorry, I think I'm a little late, I got in a tiny bit of a leaf heap situation with Luna. -laughs, brushing stray leaves off his coat and then strips off his gloves and scarf- It's still kind of weird whenever something normal happens. Like running through raked-up leaves with a dog.

Jemma: Don’t you ever apologize for a bit of frolicking. Besides, it gave me time to get uuuuus -she retrieves the item from her bag with a flourish- a new scale! It’s got a tare button and everything!

Fleet: -his eyes light up and he claps, clasping his hands as he looks at the scale with hearteyes- No! OH my gosh, that's gonna save us so much time. And math. I'm good at math, don't get me wrong, but I'm also lazy.

Jemma: I don’t know it’s max capacity, so we should probably save it for the small stuff, but I’ve asked the raiders to look for one of those hanging scales, like in grocery stores? But bigger, if possible. Gonna need to raid a butcher shop soon now that we’ve got a real livestock operation.

Fleet: Stop, stop, you're making me wanna make a shopping list. Do we ... can we do that? For the raiders? Or is that frowned upon?

Jemma: DO IT. They won’t be able to get all of it, or something might have to wait. It’s kinda up to the head guy to prioritize things, and he does right by the town so we trust him to make those calls. But I’ve got an in with him that I’m not averse to exploiting.

Fleet: -pauses in pawing at the scale, a little taken aback- Really? We're talking about Isaac here, right? The one who bit my dad?

Jemma: -tempering her excitement- Yes. Not his finest moment. Is he alright? Your dad?

Fleet: -is quiet for a moment- The thing is, Jemma ... I kind of understand why Isaac got mad. I don't think Daddy's exactly the sort of man that you'd want going after a woman you care about. It's just Ike didn't have to hurt him like that, so savagely.

Jemma: I don’t think anyone would disagree with you there. Probably not even Ike, if he were able to be objective about it. Ike on his own has a lot of demons. Add his complicated history with Mayra to the mix and…well it’s no excuse. He usually has raiding as an outlet. He hasn’t had that outlet in a long while. Your dad just said that wrong thing at the right time.

Fleet: I know my dad's far from a saint. Even Uncle Sol didn't want to go see if he was okay after he got hurt. -toys with his scarf, thinking about it- I mean he did go, after I poked him a little, and that's probably not great of me because they have their own history together and I'm sure Uncle Sol has valid reasons for being estranged, but ... look at where we are now! Look what we've survived! I want them to move past it all!

Jemma: -she smiled, a little sadly- Maybe they will, some day. And hey, if Sol went and saw him ‘cause of you, that’s a hell of a testament to how much he cares about you.

Fleet: -frowning slightly, looking down as he folds his scarf up- It's probably hard for other people to understand why I'm so protective of Daddy since it's almost like he...enjoys riling everyone up. But I think it's just a show, y'know? Deep down I think he wants to belong, it's just being rejected outright if he shows how needy he is would mess him up worse than existing as some kind of pariah. I dunno. Maybe that doesn't make sense.

Jemma: It makes a lot of sense. You been told before that you have high emotional intelligence?

Fleet: No! I've been told before that I'm high maintenance, does that count? -laughs, shoving his scarf and gloves aside- I come from a big family so I'm used to all the work, y'know, all the compromises and stuff to get along. Did you? Come from a big family? Or is it working with the public that makes you so diplomatic?

Jemma: -pulling out her notebook and pen- Working in local government is what did it. I was an only child, and I was lucky to have a really level-headed family. Not calm, exactly, but…gracious. Gave each other a lot of grace, immediate forgiveness, that kinda thing. Didn’t have a lot of need for mediating, y’know? Did you like the big family thing?

Fleet: -pushes up his sleeves, taking out his own notebook and pencil as they're getting down to business, as well as one of their prized calculators- I loved it. So many cousins, and then family friends on top of that who were basically cousins, and aunties, and uncles, and everything. It was messy but I always had an audience and a shoulder to cry on. -sucks on the tip of his pencil, looking at Jemma thoughtfully- It shows. The graciousness. I don't mean this in a dismissive way but you seem sorta ... unburdened.

Jemma: I always wanted siblings. I had tons of friends all through school, so I was never without company, but I was SO jealous of my friends with brothers and sisters. -reflects for a moment- I try to let go of as much as I can. Make room for carrying the good stuff with me. Easier said than done sometimes.

Fleet: I'm nosy. You might have noticed by now. But! -tosses his head a little- You are, as we just discussed, a very gracious person so I'm taking full advantage of that. -smiles, reaching over to hold her hand for a moment- Plus if we're gonna be doing a job as persnickety as this one together, I think we should feel comfortable with questioning each other! I get extremely shirty about how to categorize certain things and I fight with claws.

Jemma: Oh, I love a workshop mentality, by all means, reconfigure our systems if you’ve got ideas for improvement. But you don’t have to bring out the claws, I rarely put up enough of a fuss to warrant them.

Fleet: Really? Okay, good, I'll take you at your word on that. -heads towards one of their shelves- I thought I might be stepping on people's toes doing things my way but honestly, every here's very agreeable. Except Zack. But I think I found my own way around him.

Jemma: -raises her eyebrows as she starts making a chart- Oh, do tell. He’s one of the tougher nuts to crack around here.

Fleet: -in between reporting back on their stocks for her chart- We got off to a rocky start, that's for sure - I didn't think I'd get bullied for being queer the minute I got to town! -he snickers at the ridiculousness of it, clearly unbothered- I think Zack isn't used to people not being afraid of him, but understanding what he's capable of. He doesn't scare me but I know what he could do if he's pushed. It's a delicate balance. Gotta get a boy too puzzled by you to keep on trying to threaten you.

Jemma: -she hums in laughter to herself- Well then, maybe we’ll just make you the town Zack-whisperer. Between you and that ex-wife of his, it sounds like he’s in good hands. Nobody else has given you trouble, though?

Fleet: Nooooooo, I'm a ray of sunshine, nobody has any beef with me. Maybe they will with his House of Usher ex, but that's none of my business. -trots over to Jemma- Level with me. Has anybody in town ever given you trouble?

Jemma: Nothing serious. Council meetings have involved spats sometimes. I’m a big proponent of getting rid of the precinct protocol, so that causes occasional head-butting. Your dad flirted with me a little more than I cared for, but it seemed harmless. The only person I ever had genuine trouble with got booted from town ages ago, for unrelated reasons. So nobody these days!

Fleet: -hangs on her word, eager for the gossip- Who is it who likes the precinct protocol? Ermano and Isaac? Dr. Brandon doesn't seem the type. My dad flirting with you - that I believe. I hope he hasn't tried anything since then. He seems a little ... -shifts, measuring this out- ...fixated on Mayra. Has nicknames for her, got this healing salve from her....

Jemma: I think it’s mostly that they’re just comfortable with it. No one is opposed to another option, it’d just take a lot of work and it’s taking a while to convince them to make it a priority. -she winces a little at the mention of Mayra- That seems like potential trouble. Not to meddle or anything, but she’s awfully vulnerable right now. And no disrespect to your dad, but Cole seems just the type to foster all her bad habits

Fleet: -pushes in a little closer to Jemma- That's what I'm worried about. I don't know if she's overly trusting, or if she thinks my dad's attractive, or she thinks she's just being nice and helping him out, but it's ... it could be trouble. Maybe I should talk to her. Maybe it would have more of an impact coming from me, because I'm his son and I love him.

Jemma: My guess is equal parts trying to be helpful and lowkey attracted to him. But if you talk to her, maybe be gentle about it? She’s not one to be told what to do.

Fleet: -breathes out, gratefully- Thank you. That's the best possible advice. This isn't something I wanted to really have to try and find somebody to talk to about, who wouldn't act like Daddy's already committed a crime right off the bat.

Jemma: -she shrugs- I’m a woman dating a guy with a propensity to rub people wrong. I’m all about benefits of the doubt.

Fleet: Yeah. What's, uh ... what's that about, anyhow? -holds up his hands for a minute- Not trying to be confrontational, believe me, considering the Zack of it all. But I think mine's a little more to do with vanity. I'm horribly full of myself.

Jemma: I love the guy. Our first interaction was kind of insanely vulnerable. He’s shown me his soft underbelly and…and I love him. Can’t help it. Wouldn’t want to if I could.

Fleet: -chews this over for a few moments- I've never felt that way with a lover, insanely vulnerable. Physically sometimes but that was the point. Never emotionally. I always went for older men who were emotionally unavailable because then I didn't have to worry about their feelings. -grimaces, thumbing his nose- Kind of obvious that I have daddy issues, that's unavoidable, but at least I figured that out early.

Jemma: Sometimes that makes all the difference--just knowing what your issues are gonna be. The emotional stuff is my favorite part, truth be told. Even when that means heartbreak, I just can't pass it up.

Fleet: You're braver than I am, Miss Okafor. -shakes his head, going back to the shelf- Maybe someday it'll seem worth the risk to me. But not now. Right now my heart stays in its shellac.

Jemma: Nothing wrong with that. But all that talk you were doing about reconciling and making the most of the end of the world? Seems like that heart of yours is already eager to be put to use.

Fleet: -pauses, then turns to look at her- Okay, you are reaaaaaally good at this. Anybody ever tell you you have astronomical emotional intelligence?

Jemma: -full-on belly-laughing- Yeeeaaahh, it was a self-selling point on my resumes back in the day. Believe me, I can verge into preachiness with it, I've had more than one friend remind me they wanted a vent session, not a therapy session. But it comes in SUPER handy nowadays.

Fleet: -laughing too, distracted from what he's doing- PLEASE tell me you used it as a humblebrag! I love a good unrepentant humblebrag. But seriously, though - this really is the time for it. Have you found that? Like, your most exaggerated traits seem almost mild now because everything else is so amped up? It makes me wonder just how OTT some of the people in town were normally!

Jemma: -nodding aggressively, then patting his arm- Y'know actually, my favorite thing to look for in people was how into the whole rat race they were before everything went down. Like sure, life has gotten objectively way harder and worse, in a lot of ways. I don't blame anybody that misses the things that used to bring them comfort. But in some folks, you can almost watch them, in real-time, totally come to life in this new reality. There's a guy named Doug who used to run a hedge fund, dude was almost a billionaire, but it turns out his great peace and passion is water filtration. The guy's obsessed with charcoal and experimenting with ash. He never would have known!

Fleet: -repeats, solemnly- He ever would've known. I'm kinda looking forward to discovering what I never would've known about myself. I'm starting off small, I guess - branching out the kind of guys I'm into. I wouldn't have done more than glance at Clint before, since he's undeniably cute, but now I'm going on an honest-to-god date with him.

Jemma: Clint!? Quiet bayou Clint? Oh, now he must've taken a shine to you to come out of his shell like that. Good for him. Good for you! -sighing with a smile- This is all a shit show in so many ways. It's easy to forget that here behind the walls, with all the safety. And it's not a smart to forget it. But, it's also kind of a gigantic gift.

Fleet: Maybe that's my thing. Sniffing out diamonds in the rough, at least when it comes to paramours. -giggles a little, considering that word that had puzzled his uncle- It's probably bad that now that I'm here I've completely switched off the part of my brain that thinks about that kind of survival skills, for past the walls. -makes a determined face- I'll give myself till the end of the year to purposely not think about it and then I'll go back to being more mindful.

Jemma: It’s not bad, honey, you’re still very new to the whole concept of safety we’ve got here. Enjoy it while you can, there’s always a reality check around the corner.

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Family Don't End In Blood - Chapter 4

Summary: The time for school rolls around and Jensen has his worries about the reader overclocking herself. But it takes a painful turn and Jensen gets to learn more about her past.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 5,000 and some change

Y/F/N - Your friend's name

Y/H/C - Your home country

A/N: Sorry for the long wait!

It's been three days since you opened up to Jensen. You were honestly surprised to see him acting as if everything you told him isn't something weird, something he should stay away from. You appreciated it. He didn't want to run away, or at least it seemed to you that way. He didn't treat you like you're broken either. He was more cautious, but not dancing around you and making you think there's something wrong with you.

You and Jensen finished your filming around 5PM, which gave the two of you tons of free time. The weather decided to say no to your plans to go out to a park near Jensen's apartment and you had to go right back to it because of the pouring rain and the big storm that was approaching.

You were sitting at the counter when Jensen went out of the shower. You were humming softly, Jensen smiling softly as he walked up to you,

"Kiddo," Jensen hummed, making you turn around, "You in class?"

"Nope. We start at..." you looked down at one of the papers, "11PM our time."

"What are you doing then?"

"My uh, sister, she scanned all the books we need into PDFs for me. I'm just reading through them and looking for some extra materials."

"You didn't tell me you have siblings back home," Jensen said,

"Oh, I don't. Not in blood at least," you began, "Y/F/N and I met in high school. She's a wonderful being."

"I bet she is. She scanned all those books just for you. Not every friend, pardon, sister, would do that for someone," Jensen said, "You looking at math?" he asked, glancing at the laptop,

"Never too many math problems to solve," you said, Jensen smiling softly,

"You know that you need actual stuff for school, right?" he asked and you nod,

"I just thought I'd order some and get them delivered on set."

"Nah, you should get to enjoy a nice shopping. Pick out nice notebooks and pens and stuff. Come on," he said, "Imma drive us to get some."

"Jensen, you don't have to," she tried, "It's pouring outside."

"No, but I want to. Rain won't kill us, we'll be in the store," he smirked, leaving to change in his room.

Later that evening

"That was awesome!" you exclaimed, walking into the apartment, "I never saw a store like that," Jensen smirked, letting the bags on the ground and locking the door behind them,

"I wAnNa oRdEr," he mocked you, "I'm glad we got some stuff for you. Now you don't have to use blank papers and one same pen."

"Thanks for this, Jensen," you said, turning around, a smile on your face, "I never went shopping here."

"You telling me all that clothes is from Y/H/C?" you nod,

"I don't wanna spend money, and I have nowhere to put all of it anyways. I'm just gonna wait till it tears or gets worn out, or until I get my own place."

"You do need a new pair of shoes, though," he said, pointing out to your old ones, "I'm pretty sure your toes aren't comfy in there, " you giggled,

"That I do need. But some other time," you said, lifting up one of the paper bags, "Wanna have dinner?"

"You don't ask me that, kiddo," he joked, going to wash his hands, "Change! Your pants got muddy!" he called out after you and you giggled, leaving to change. When you returned in a pair of shorts and one of your worn-out shirts, Jensen was setting the plates on the counter. You walked to the kitchen and sat on the stool.

"Orange soda?" Jensen asked and you nod. He handed you a can of soda and a plate with some chicken wings,

"These look delicious," you commented, eyeing them,

"Dig in, kid. I'm gonna make some salad for me."

"Nah, I'll wait for ya," you said, Jensen grabbing some tomatoes to slice,

"Tell me, you okay with working here?" he asked as he worked on his salad, "I'm sorry you don't have your own desk and all."

"Jensen, don't dare to apologize. I was not expecting to be here with you in the first place, let alone have stuff like my own desk and all. I'm fine with this. Besides, I should dig into some deeper research for my own place soon enough. I've overstayed my welcome."

"You didn't overstay anything," Jensen assured you, "If I'm being honest, I love your company. Y'know, to unpack from the long day of filming. I didn't realize how lonely I was up until you began staying here."

"Will you tell me if I get annoying or anything?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, "Like, I know I'm a lot. And you don't have to deal with me. Just say it and I'll leave you be."

"Don't you worry about that."

"I was going to ask you - are you okay with me doing my stuff here? I'm gonna be in class when you're sleeping. I don't wanna wake you up or anything."

"There's something called ear plugs, first of all. Also, you are not going to sit in all 6, 7 or 8 of your classes. You would get zero hours of sleep."

"Jensen, I want to attend my classes," you whined,

"And I want you to have some rest before shooting for 12 hours a day or more."

"Jensen, it's important for me to attend them."

"Does attendance affect your grade?"

"Kinda. But with online school it might be different."

"Then you can attend maybe first two. Everything after that is a no-no."

"You aren't my dad, Jensen," you grumbled, taking a bite of your chicken,

"No, but I care about you all the same," he shot back, "And I'm not letting you exhaust yourself. End of convo."

"Sorry," you whispered, hearing Jensen's voice raise. He frowned, leaving his salad for a hot second and moving to you. His hand raised up and rested on your head, rubbing it gently. You sucked in a sharp breath but didn't move away. You couldn't help your shoulders tense,

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you whispered, looking up to Jensen. He offered you a warm smile and rubbed your head for a few more seconds before going back to his salad,

"How's your family?" you asked, changing the topic and breaking the silence,

"JJ watched frozen three for the 11th time. I think I'll have to learn songs from that one if I want her attention," Jensen said, giggling with you,

"My favorite is frozen two though."

"You saw frozen three?"

"I'm not living under a rock, dude. Of course I did!" you exclaimed, Jensen sitting next to you,

"Well I will need help with those songs then," he said,

"I can't sing," you responded,

"You ever tried to?"

"I know I can't. Why try then?" you asked and Jensen frowned,

"I never heard you sing."

"Yes, because I can't sing and I don't wanna shatter any windows."

"Alright," Jensen sighed, sitting on a bar stool next to you, "Let's dig in."

Later

"It's almost time for your first online class," Jensen smiled and you nod, sighing,

"I'm not really sure what to expect."

"You scared?" Jensen asked,

"More like anxious," you admitted, "All of the professors had to learn to use technology just for me. I don't think everyone was excited to do it. I feel bad for doing this to them."

"Don't feel bad," Jensen began, "You told me this was their idea, so I guess that they knew this was the way it's gonna roll," he said, "You want me to stay?" he asked, making you look up at him, "I won't be on camera. I'll just be here."

"I... You really don't have to," you said, Jensen yawning, "You're beat from the filming. Go, sleep."

"I'll stay for the first one," he said, making you glance at him, "Just to be here for you and give you some silent support. I promise I'll go to bed after the first one. But only if you promise me you go to bed after third one."

"Okay," you nod, Jensen smiling. He glanced behind you and through the window, making a disgusted face,

"That storm is going to be a bitch," he commented, making you turn around just in time to see a lightning hit,

"Yeah," you said,

"Hey," Jensen caught your attention again, "I just realized - what are we gonna do about the sleep situation?"

"Nothing?" you asked, "I go to sleep after the third class."

"No, I meant the nightmares," Jensen corrected himself, making you sigh,

"You're not staying up all night long for me or whatever you thought of."

"I didn't plan on it, but you can come to lay with me in my room after you're done," he offered and you gulped,

"I... I don't wanna wake you up or something. I-I'll just stay in my room."

"You won't wake me up. Just come after you're done, I don't mind. You know I'm here for you, day and night," he said, smiling. You nod, your look lowering down. Jensen's hand raised up once again and began massaging your head. You sighed, looking up to meet his eyes,

"Your nightmares are better," he commented,

"Yeah," you whispered shyly, the laptop screen lightning up and you turned your head, looking at the screen. Jensen stopped with the motion and went to sit on your left. You took a deep breath and entered the call.

45 minutes later

"I think your teacher's a bit lost," Jensen commented, "Seemed like he's off."

"Yeah, my physics teacher is like that. I'm fairly surprised that he even learned how to work zoom," you teased, Jensen giggling with you, "Thanks for staying, Jensen. You can go to sleep now."

"Alright. You okay for the rest of the classes?" he asked and you nod, "You gonna join me after?" you sighed, "Come on kiddo. Either that or I stay up with you and go with you to bed," you groaned,

"Negotiator at its finest. Fine, I'll join you."

"Hey, I'm not forcing you."

"I know. Its just..." you sighed, "I feel safe with you. I guess having you close does something cause my brain kinda goes into the mode where he doesn't want to throw nightmares at me when you're close. I'm sorry you have to put up with this."

"Don't apologize, kiddo," Jensen smiled, the laptop screen lightning up again, "There goes class two."

"Yeah," you smiled, "Night, Jensen."

"Good luck, kiddie. Don't stay for all 7 of 'em or I'm gonna kick your ass," he said, making you giggle,

"You aren't scary. Like, at all," you teased, Jensen throwing you a bitch face, "I promise I won't. Now shoo, go sleep."

Three days later

Jensen was not looking forward to you attending your classes today. You came home at 9, both of you were on set for 14 hours and you were beat. But you insisted that you were clear and fine. You could see obvious protest in Jensen's eyes as you tried to assure him that you can attend your classes and were actually quite surprised to see Jensen give in and believe you. Well, there wasn't much to believe. He was right when he said you were tired. You were. But school is just as important as your job and sleep. This schedule really has been hard on you. You're also sure Jensen let you be because he knew you at least got quiet, quality, peaceful sleep every night. The length of it he might not like, but one step at a time, he said.

3rd person POV

Jensen was awoken by a piercing cry. He shot up in his bed, turning his head to see the empty side of the bed. He was out of his room in seconds, seeing Y/N sitting at the counter, gripping the edge of it with all she had as he looked somewhere forward, eyes blown open.

"Kiddo?" she turned around, slight layer of sweat on her forehead. He came up to her and she gulped, looking back at the laptop.

"I-I gotta enter the call, I-I-"

"No, hey," Jensen made his way next to her, "You gotta breathe for me, kiddo. Come on," he tried, "In, out..." they repeated the drill a couple of minutes before she leaned against Jensen's side, "No more school for you today," he said, about to turn the laptop off,

"No!" she exclaimed, "Please, it's just English."

"You need to rest, kid," Jensen said, "You haven't showered either. Go, take a quick shower and I'll talk to your teacher, let her know that you're done for the day," she looked up to meet Jensen's green eyes,

"But-"

"No arguing, okay?" Jensen said, "Go," she sighed, sitting up to collect her stuff. Jensen got a gentle hold of her hand and guided her off the stool, "I said go shower. I'll take care of everything else," he said and she gulped, nodding and leaving the room.

Jensen sat and joined the zoom class, seeing a young woman appear on the screen,

"Hello! May I ask who I'm talking to?" she asked,

"Yeah, I'm Y/N's friend."

"No offense, but aren't you a bit old to be her friend?" she countered,

"Y/N can't attend any more classes today. We had a packed day of filming and she fell asleep waiting for this one, so I sent her to bed. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh, alright. Tell her that the recorded lecture will be posted for her in google classroom."

"Thanks, and have a good day."

"You too!" she squeaked and Jensen ended the call, turning the laptop off,

"Too old to be her friend," he grumbled to himself, "You're not paid to stuck your nose where it doesn't belong," he commented, packing Y/N's stuff in the drawer and letting the laptop charge in her room.

Your POV

"Hey," you whispered shyly, entering Jensen's bedroom,

"Your English teacher is a nosy little thing, you know?" he asked and you laughed,

"Yeah, she needs to know everything," you sighed, "She made a comment, didn't she?"

"Told me I'm "too old" to be your friend," Jensen scoffed, "I am old but I'm cool so bite me," you laughed,

"I'm sorry she called you old. But yes, bite her, that part I agree to."

"You didn't tell me that your teachers film their lectures for ya," he began, "Which means that you don't have to attend live ones at all. You can watch the recordings whenever you need to."

"Yes, but I don't want to fall behind, procrastinate till like the night before the test. I used to do that but back in the day I didn't have a daytime job, so."

"Why didn't you tell me about that?"

"I..." your look fell to the carpet, "I-I don't want someone else to tell me what to do. I wanna go to school and work. And I wanna make it work out. Bunch of kids my age do it. I can pull it off too."

"A bunch of kids work a part time job though. You're working a full-time job with no strict work hours. You're putting in too much work on set and in school and it's not healthy. I won't tell you what to do. I will look out for what you do though, and intervene if you do something that doesn't go in your favor."

"Why, though?"

"Cause I care about you. I don't want you to burn out and get sick. I get it, work and school are important, but so is your health. Both physical and mental."

"Like this now?"

"Correct. You fell asleep, didn't you?" you nod,

"It was lunch break for them, 20 minutes. I..."

"You had another nightmare," Jensen said, sighing, "Have you ever shared what they're about with someone?" you shook her head,

"Nobody knows I have them in the first place. Well, nobody besides you."

"How long have you had them?"

"My entire life?"

"No, I meant this frequent."

"Oh. Ever since I came here, so what, 3 months? Maybe 4?"

"Shit, kid, you can't bury that stuff," Jensen gulped,

"Who says I can't?" you smirked, "You can do anything you want."

"Don't go all philosophical on me now," Jensen teased, "And don't play Dean's game."

"I'm not playing Dean's game," you responded, "I don't want to share cause people don't like broken shells. If I want to have people in my life then I gotta shut up about my own problems, man up."

"Those people you have only when you shut up, they're not friends. They're fake. Real ones are the ones that stay when you speak up. The ones that help you and support you. You don't need a fake bunch. You need a few close ones. That's so much better, trust me. And I'm not telling you that you can't have some hang out buddies and stuff. You keep 'em at arms length, yeah? But you let a few very special people in there," he said, pointing his finger to her heart. You looked down, gulping,

"Everyone leaves, Jensen. Everyone will leave me. I just love to have people around, even if they're fake. Not for attention or anything. Just... I don't like being alone. So if not talking about my shit makes them stay, I'm down. It's not like I'm a talkative person anyways."

"That's wrong approach, kiddo. Wanna know why?" you looked up again, "Because at some point, you'd want someone to understand you. To make you feel better. To listen to you, to offer their shoulder so you can cry on it. And a fake bunch of faces won't do that. They can't understand what's going on with you cause they don't know. And you say, if they knew then they'd leave. That's not what you deserve," you sighed, playing with your fingers,

"I-I don't know who to believe," you whispered, "Cause everyone seems like a nice person, until they aren't."

"That's what life is. You make mistakes, you lose, but you also win, smile."

"Seems to me like I'm getting bad time for next ten lives," you huffed, "I'm tired of this. I'm fucking tired and I just want to be numb. I want to feel nothing cause then I won't care about what people think of me, how they hurt me and break me. I don't want to feel because I'm tired."

"You know, I'm a sensitive guy. Kinda like you," Jensen sighed, "Was it always good for me to be that way? No. Did kids in school love me for that? Fuck no. Did it help? Fuck no doubled. But I kept trying until I met people who love me for that. I learned that I'm not the problem. That I am who I am and that I should not change for anyone's sake. They didn't have to love me. It was their choice. And you do that too. Despite the fact that you're tired, you're still fighting. That's brave."

"No it's not," you sighed, "It's just..." you shook your head, "I don't fucking know what is this anymore. I used to fight for my family, for people that don't want to hear about me anymore. I used to think that they loved me despite everything. I knew they didn't know who I really am, but I thought that they would still love me. That they would support, understand, let me be. But I was so fucking wrong."

"You didn't tell me anything about your family."

"I didn't, because it's beyond fucked up. But I wanna tell you, cause I know you have three little kids back at home and I want you to know that even if they don't show it or say it a lot - you mean so fucking much to them and they will always desperately want their mom and dad to understand. So you promise me right fucking now that you'll try to understand. Both you and Danneel. I don't want another kid living through what I had to live through. The pain and the guilt and... Everything. And I know so much kids have it even worse than me and I can't help every single kid but... Just try your hardest to understand them. Even when they fuck up, even when they seem to be doing the wrong thing. Please," Jensen smiled softly, nodding,

"I promise," he said, "Can I tell you something?" you nod, "I understand you too."

"You don't know the tiniest bit of it."

"No, but I'm sure you didn't decide to come here because you can or whatever."

"She wanted to control my life," you gritted through your teeth, "My mother wanted to live her dreams through me," you looked up, tears in your eyes, "Her plan for me was to finish bio, be a scientist. Send me to Russia to work there. She planned out every little thing about my life and I was tired of it. I left because I didn't want her to control my life. I wanted her to understand that I'm not here to pursue her dreams but my own ones," silent tears rolled down your cheeks and Jensen's heart shattered. He raised his hand, his thumb wiping the tears away gently, "And I didn't think of leaving at first. I was bluffing, just wanting to see if she's going to drop the fucking ball and let me breathe for once. But she didn't. Soon enough, every time I mentioned leaving, she would introduce me to a nice, thick belt," she gulped, "Soon enough I learned her trigger words. She stopped, but then, there's a B on my report card and there it goes again. When she saw me packing she..." you looked down, gulping, "She destroyed me," your voice cracked, "Broke me beyond repair," you looked away, shaking your head, "I couldn't stand up. I barely made it to Y/F/N's car before I collapsed."

And just like that, it's out. Years and years of crap piled up in you just got out in a few sentences. Of course it's not that simple. Of course there's more to it. There'll always be more to it. But you didn't want to dump this on Jensen. You didn't want him to know. But what you didn't want to do in the slightest is to make him cry. Which is exactly what you did. You looked up and saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Fuck," you breathed, tugging your pajama sleeve down and raising your hand, "I didn't mean to make you cry again. I'm so fucking sorry," you said, wiping his tear away. Jensen shook his head, catching your hand in his gently,

"K-Kiddo, don't ever fucking apologize," he breathed, "Fuck, I..." he looked down, "I don't know what to say, fuck. To be disappointed is one thing, but what that bitch did, that... That's not healthy."

"She was always kinda insane," you shrugged your shoulders, a sad smile on your face,

"S-She beat you before that?"

"Every once in a while. Especially when she'd come from work pissed. I was her punching bag. Quite literally."

"Fuck, kid," Jensen breathed, "Why didn't you ever report her?"

"And who's police going to believe? Me, or a disabled mother?"

"Disabled?"

"She's 80% deaf on both her ears. She's always winning everything because of that. I stood no chance. She'd blame bruises on me falling or getting hit on the training or would make some shit up. She's a manipulator, Jensen."

"That fucking bitch deserves to rot in hell," Jensen growled, "Wait," Jensen gasped as he came to the realization, "Your nightmares. Are they about her?"

"Yes. I'm so fucking scared of a person I'm supposed to trust. She's still tormenting me in my dreams and it hurts so fucking much. She scarred me for life and I won't ever be able to scrub it clean, get rid of that fear. She's engraved in my brain, my blood," you sobbed, your hands going up to hide your face. You couldn't stop the wave of pain that hit you. You began crying and Jensen moved closer, wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you to his chest.

"I'm here, I'll keep ya safe. You're so far away from there, she won't hurt you here," he tried, sniffling,

"She's in my head!" you exclaimed, clutching Jensen's shirt,

"I know, I know. Wounds take time to heal, kiddo. It's not easy but all wounds heal in the end."

"Y-You think?" you asked, looking up to meet Jensen's eyes,

"Yeah, kiddo. Trust me, everything does. It is going to sting once in a while when it heals, but that's okay."

"I-I don't want to remember. I-I don't want to be fucked up!" you wailed, Jensen squeezing you to his chest,

"I know it hurts now, but, to live through that, it makes you strong."

"No! It makes me a fucked up mess."

"Nobody said fighting is easy. What I said is that you'll leave the fight stronger."

"I-I'm scared, Jensen," you murmured and you felt Jensen's arms loosen their grip on you. It hit you that he wanted to leave you, and instead of letting him go, you wailed his name and grabbed the back of his shirt, "Y-You promised not to leave!" you exclaimed, Jensen immediately hugging you tightly,

"Shhhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you got scared of me-"

"N-No. Jensen, no," you shook your head in his chest, "I-I, no. D-Don't leave, p-please."

"I won't, I won't, I'm right here, okay? I'm right here," he tried, squeezing her closer, "Listen to me now, okay?" you nod, fisting Jensen's shirt, "Imma promise you something. That is - as long as my arms are around you like this, nobody's gonna hurt you. I promise, right here and right now, I'm not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you in any harms way. You feel scared, in danger? Come to me and I'll hide you, tuck you away and won't let anyone come your way."

"W-Why, Jensen, why do this?"

"Cause you're just a child and you don't deserve to go through all of this shit alone. You're a fierce kid, but everyone needs to be with someone who cares."

"Why care about me?" you looked up, "I'm a broken shell."

"You're not a broken shell, kiddo," Jensen began, hand going to wipe your cheeks, "Because you wouldn't be like this if you were one. You would be numb, wouldn't care less. Everything you feel is valid, but you have been burying it deep down for quite a while and it's gonna take time, tears, nightmares and more tears to bring 'em all up. That's fine. I'll always be here for ya, kid. To hold you, talk to you."

"I-I," she hiccupped, "N-Nobody h-held me like this."

"Are you okay with it? You're not scared?" you shook your head,

"Safe," you whispered even so gently and Jensen nod, smiling softly.

His phone buzzed and he looked for a hot second. He sighed and squeezed you closer. You could still feel quiet tears rolling down your cheeks and you looked up at Jensen only to see tears too. He hurts because of you. But he doesn't want to leave you. At least it seems like he doesn't want to.

"Y-You should sleep," you stammered after you felt yourself come down from your high, going to move away from Jensen's hold. You wiped the last of your tears with the back of your hand and looked away from Jensen, embarrassed to be the way you are, at the same time trying to deny your mind that was going million miles per second,

"So should you," Jensen countered, "Come on. Crawl over there," you shook your head,

"No. We have a-a early call a-and I kept you up. I'll just go do some homework. I-I can't sleep now anyways."

"You don't have to sleep but you will close your eyes and rest 'em for a while," Jensen instructed, "We don't have an early call tomorrow," you looked up to Jensen, "Looks like that storm from three days ago is making a fabulous return. We're having a big storm in the following days. Filming's delayed and we're staying at home, to be safe. We might just run out tomorrow to get some food, but the storm should pass in about three days."

"How are we gonna make up for filming schedule?"

"Filming on weekends," Jensen sighed, "Not my favorite one, but if I want to have a few days off every once in a while and be with kids for their birthdays that's how it's gonna work," he began, watching you lay down on your side, as Jensen himself mirrored your movement, "So, since we're stuck at home for at least three days, you can have good 8 hours of sleep and have time to work on your schoolwork. Plus, we can run lines if you want to."

"Really?" you asked, Jensen nodding as he made sure you're all tucked in,

"I haven't shown you my Cas voice yet," he smirked,

"I heard it on a convention once," you giggled,

"Oh, it's more spicy now."

"Yeah, cause of what happened in "Despair"?"

"Maybe?..." he squeaked, your head dropping on the pillow as you giggled. Jensen smiled back sadly, "Do you want to talk with Jared about this?" he asked, making you look down, "Look at me," he tried, urging you to look back up, "My mouth is sealed shut. I am not going to go and spread anything around, okay? But I think that Jared can help just as much as I can. Only thing is, do you trust him?"

"I do," you nod, smiling sadly, "I just didn't want to dump it on him, y'know? He's got his own demons to battle. Fuck, you have your own too. And I... Sorry."

"Don't apologize," he shook his head as he laid down, his hand going up for your head, "There's nothing to apologize for," he added, massaging your scalp,

"You don't have to," you whispered,

"I want to."

"Thanks. For all of this."

"Thanks back."

"Night, Jensen."

"Night night, kiddo."

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"Be Honest, Be Truthful."

Chapter five

Trigger warning: Panic attack

Doctor Shuzenji clears her throat. “Harada…er… Nisuke, told me you two were kept inside a vault?”

Yoichi nods. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“Can you walk me through what happened?” She asks, toeing the line between nosy and just doing her job. “Only what you’re comfortable with, of course. It’ll be easier to do an assessment if I know what to look for.”

He shifts, and Izuku resumes clinging to him again. The air is sterile and stifling, and too hot and too cold all at the same time. “He locked me in there years before he,” Yoichi’s eyes flick down towards his nephew, “was locked up as well. If Hisashi wasn’t lying to me, then I celebrated five birthdays down there. I would be twenty-one…. I think.”

He tries not to think about all the defining moments of a teenager's life that he missed out on, because his damn brother and his need to be right. Tries not to think about Hisashi nonchalantly bringing up when he himself had been a teenager, reminiscing on the good ol’ days, and (when that didn’t work, and the years went by) rubbing it in his face. Almost like a punishment of sorts.

“And Izuku?”

“He…we just celebrated his fourth birthday a few weeks ago. Hisashi brought him to me roughly a year ago.”

She swivels on the stool, scribbling down a note here and there. Turning her head to look at them, she asks, “are there any pre-existing medical conditions I need to know about? Allergies?”

Yoichi considers lying to her, but instantly thinks better of it. “Yeah, I have severe asthma. It tends to get worse in cold weather, when I’m sick, and when I’m exercising. Though, it’s gotten better over the years.”

“I see. Luckily for you I have a collection of inhalers stored here just in case.” She writes another note down. “And Izuku?”

“I’m not entirely sure. He tends to get sick when I get sick, but that could be because we were in close proximity to each other. My brother isn’t exactly forthcoming with details that aren’t pertinent to the immediate circumstance.”

“We’ll keep an eye on him then,” she says, recapping the pen. “I just need to run a few routine tests, and then someone will escort you guys to your new quarters.”

-x-x-x-

Izuku is crying, apparently the vaccine hadn’t felt like “just a pinch”. But it’s all over now, and that’s all the reassurance his nephew needs to calm down.

They’re guided out of the room by the doctor. She pulls an inhaler from out of a locked drawer, handing it to him. “Here, take this as instructed. And keep an eye on Izuku, asthma-in most forms-is genetic. The earlier we catch it, the easier we can treat it.”

He almost balks at that. The idea that his nephew might, one day, have to suffer like he used to (still has to), sends him to tears. He hides them easily, rubbing his eyes on his right shoulder - the one not supporting most of Izuku’s weight.

If the doctor notices his change in demeanor, she doesn’t mention it. “Don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you have any questions or concerns.”

Yoichi nods, lamely. “Yes, ma’am…uh….thank you. I really, honestly appreciate you giving me this.” He holds up the boxed inhaler. “I didn’t think to grab mine when everything went down.”

“No worries,” she says, letting them out into the hallway. Sanshirou and Nisuke stand right outside the tiny office. Nisuke is eyeing him. With his gauntlets missing, Yoichi can see him balling up his fists. The doctor must sense some hostility in the air, because she clears her throat. “Harada, Nakano, please be kind to them. They’re not your enemies.”

“We’ll see,” Nisuke remarks, taking hold of Yoichi by the shoulder. Sanshirou flanks him on the other side, keeping his hands to himself but never more than a few feet away.

Yoichi manages to sneak one last look back before they turn a corner. Doctor Shuzenji gives a small ‘farewell’ wave.

-x-x-x-

They are, in fact, not taken to their bedroom, but instead to what was once a breakroom for the teachers. All appliances and furniture (besides a really uncomfortable-looking table with a couple of equally uncomfortable-looking plastic chairs to match) have been taken from the room, leaving it mostly barren. The only set of windows in the room are boarded up, but a few stubborn rays of sun peek through.

The two men led them in here and left.

Izuku fusses. In between sobs and muffled crying, Yoichi makes out his childish, heartbreaking pleas to go back ‘home’. To see his “daddy”. Cries of “can’t we please go home together?”

None of which Yoichi-no matter how much he loves and adores his nephew-has any intention of fulfilling. All he can offer in place of the promise of going home is the reassurance of a better, brighter future.

“Home!” He sobs, pulling on Yoichi’s hair.

“Ow, no, Izuku! Stop!”

“Home, now!” Izuku lets go of his hair, tiny fists slamming into his chest, neck, and face. Little legs kick at his shins.

He grimaces, loosening his grip on his nephew.

“Izuku, please,” he begs.

“Home! Home! Daddy will be so mad! Mad! Mad!” Izuku is crying again, but this time there’s a note of hysteria in his voice. Like he’s afraid of what Hisashi might do to him if he finds them missing. He wriggles off Yoichi’s lap, sliding to the floor next to the chair. The preschooler tugs on his hair, rocking back and forth. Izuku mutters to himself, teary eyes wide and unblinking.

What have you done, Hisashi?

Yoichi leans towards his nephew. Never before has Izuku ever acted like this. The closest he’s come is when his mother is mentioned. But he supposes this is what happens when you’re only fed lies about the outside world.

His hands hover just above his head, not moving. He doesn’t know if touching Izuku will trigger another reaction.

“Home. Home. Home. Safe. Safe. Bad Izuku. Bad! Bad! Bad!” His nephew repeats, continuing to rock back and forth.

The door opens, and Yoichi is suddenly very afraid for his nephew. What if these people decided they were broken and “disposed” of them? What if they took Izuku away from him? What if he never sees his nephew again? All because he allowed Hisashi to hurt him, to isolate Izuku and tell him lies.

What a failure of an uncle you are.

Nisuke stands in the doorway. He says nothing, eyes watching the scene unfold with limited concern.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or the hunger pangs, or even all of today’s (and every other day before) events finally adding up, but Yoichi is fucking done .

“Can I help you?” He asks, fixing Nisuke with his best glare.

The man has the absolute audacity to smile. “No, but you look like you might need some.” He rounds the table, kneeling down to Izuku’s height.

“What-” Yoichi starts but is immediately cut off by Nisuke shaking his head.

“Hey, I like your PJs. Did you pick them out yourself?”

The question must confuse Izuku as much as it does Yoichi, because he stops his rocking and tugging on his hair to tilt his head up towards Nisuke. “No, Uncle Yoichi picks my clothes out,” he explains, like it should be obvious. “He’s very good at it.” Despite himself, Izuku gives Yoichi a small smile. “He’s very good at a lot of things. Maybe even the bestest.”

Yoichi feels his face warm up. It’s nice to know his efforts haven’t been for naught.

Nisuke nods, listening intently. “He sounds like a really good uncle.”

“Mhm!” Izuku agrees. “I love him very much!”

“Then why did you hurt him?”

Yoichi is taken back. Please, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry.

Izuku’s face scrunches up like he’s going to start crying again, but he doesn’t. “Be-because I was very scared. I don’t like being scared.”

“I could see that. I don’t like being scared either. It doesn’t feel nice, does it?”

“Nuh, uh,” Izuku says, shaking his head.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Nisuke asks, lowering his voice to a loud whisper.

Excitedly, Izuku nods, scooting closer.

“I’m scared of bumble bees.” The confession earns a laugh from both Izuku and Yoichi.

“But…. but bumble bees…. afraid…” Izuku gets out between giggles.

“Shhh!” Nisuke shushes them. “Yes, tell the whole world why don’t you?”

“Bumble bees?” Yoichi asks, incredulously. “The fat, furry bees that bump into things?”

“Yes, really,” Nisuke says, fixing him with a look so dramatically distraught that Yoichi finally catches on.

“That’s silly,” Izuku says, sitting up on his knees. “But,” he starts, worrying his bottom lip, “Uncle Yoichi says it’s okay to be afraid sometimes. So, it’s okay if you feel scared of bumble bees,” as an afterthought, he adds, “even if they’re not all scary-looking.”

“Thanks, kid.” Nisuke reaches a handout but stops short of actually touching Izuku’s head.

Yoichi watches the exchange, brow furrowing.

Nisuke coughs, pulling his hand back. “Now, let’s get you two settled in.” He stands, turning back towards the still-open door. “Follow me,” he says, waving them onward.

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