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[mysterious-adventurer]

meet cute — dick grayson

synopsis. dick finally meets his match.

contents. fluff, meet cute, banter!!, dick found someone that matched his freak, matchmaker haley, established relationship

notes. quick drabble. there’s nothing i love more than writing banter for dick

The first thing Dick registers is the smell of coffee, its scent curling through the morning air. The second thing is the warmth pressed against his side, a familiar weight shifting slightly as the bed dips.

"You make the coffee, or am I dreaming?" he mumbles, cracking an eye open.

"Dreaming," you tease, brushing your fingers through his hair. "But I got up first, so I figured I'd be nice."

Dick hums, pulling you back down beside him. "Mm. Marry me."

"Already did, remember?"

"Best decision of my life." He presses a lazy kiss to your temple. Dick softly grips your chin before slotting his mouth against yours. Outside the bedroom, Haley lets out an impatient whine, toenails clicking against the hardwood.

A smile curves against your lips as Dick deepens the kiss, his free hand trailing down your back, holding you close like he never wants to let go. His grip is firm, his warmth intoxicating and you already know exactly where this morning is heading.

But the insistent scratching and pitiful whines from outside the door refuse to be ignored.

You pull away just as Dick leans in, earning yourself a dramatic whine of protest. His lips chase yours, his grip tightening. "Babe," he murmurs, a little breathless, "she can wait."

"She’s been waiting," you counter, amused. "And she’s missed you."

"Well, I missed you," he huffs, leaning in again, only for you to dodge him, fixing him with a knowing look.

He sighs, defeated. "Alright, alright. Duty calls."

Grumbling, he rolls out of bed, and you laugh, tossing a pillow at his back as he trudges to the door.

“Be nice,” you tease as he lets Haley in.

The second the door cracks open, she barrels into him, tail wagging so hard she practically vibrates. Dick catches her effortlessly, laughing as she smothers him in licks, all lingering traces of sleep and reluctance melting away.

“She’s our little matchmaker, after all,” you remind him, watching the way his face softens.

Dick looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips between Haley’s eager kisses. His laugh fills the room, warm and familiar. Your favorite sound.

"How could I ever forget?"

Dick hadn’t expected anything unusual that day. It had been a normal walk. Until it wasn’t.

Haley was a good dog. A well-trained, even-tempered pitbull who never pulled on the leash, never bolted, never strayed. So when she suddenly yanked forward with enough force to nearly dislocate Dick’s shoulder, he barely had time to react before she took off.

"What the–" He staggered after her, half-jogging, half-stumbling as she dragged him down the street. "Haley, slow down! What has gotten into you?"

She wasn’t listening. Her ears were perked, tail wagging like she’d just spotted the world's biggest stash of treats. Dick barely had a second to brace himself before she barreled straight into a woman standing at the corner, nearly knocking her over.

"I'm so sorry–Haley!" Dick gasped, yanking the leash back.

The woman let out a startled laugh, catching herself just in time. "Wow, okay. Not how I expected to start my morning."

Dick winced. "Yeah, sorry about that. She doesn’t usually– uh– body-check people. Are you okay?"

"I think so. Can’t say the same for my dignity, though."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if it helps, she only does this to people she likes. Which is a very exclusive club, by the way."

"Oh? So I should be honored?" you asked, arching a brow.

"Very." He smirked. "You’re in the same category as rotisserie chicken and that one mailman she has a crush on."

You snorted. "High praise. I’ll try to live up to it."

The two of you linger on the sidewalk, grinning at each other like idiots. The moment stretches just long enough for him to realize he had forgotten to introduce himself.

“Oh– uh, I’m Richard. But everyone calls me Dick.”

Your lips twitch as you nod slowly. “Nice to meet you, Dick.”

The way you say it is so smooth, effortless. It shouldn’t make his brain short-circuit, but damn if it doesn’t send a spark straight through him. He swears he can feel it in his fingertips.

Great. He’s a fully grown man, and somehow, you’ve got him feeling like a teenager with a crush.

Haley’s tail was going so fast her entire body wiggled with it, pure joy wrapped in fur. You crouched down, scratching behind her ears. “Well, aren’t you gorgeous?”

Dick cleared his throat, barely audible. “Yeah, you are.”

Your head snapped up. “What was that?”

“Must’ve been the wind.”

“Oh,” you mused, turning back to Haley. “Your dad’s got a pretty face, but I think he might be a little unhinged.” You don’t bother being discreet.

The pitbull tilted her head, eyes flicking between the two of you like she was weighing the evidence.

Dick huffed a laugh. “She’s deciding whether to defend my honor or side with you.”

“Smart girl, taking her time with the verdict.” You grinned, giving Haley an approving pat. “But seriously, I’ve never seen a dog so determined to tackle a stranger. Did you train her to be your wingman, or is she just naturally talented?"

Dick placed a hand over his heart. "I would never exploit my dog for romance."

"Uh-huh. So this is just a coincidence?"

"Purely."

"Right." You smirked. "And I’m supposed to believe this isn’t a well-rehearsed scheme?"

Dick grinned. "If it were, I’d like to think I’d have prepared better material. I’m usually much smoother."

"You’re really not."

"That’s the tragic part."

You laughed, standing up and dusting off your pants. "Well, Dick, I think your dog just got you a date."

He blinked. "Was that a yes? Or did Haley just finesse me into this?"

"Guess you’ll have to keep up and find out."

Dick opened his mouth, then paused, brow furrowing. "Wait, did I even get your name?"

You grinned. "Did I give it?"

"No, but I feel like I should have it before I let you con me into a date."

You tilted her head, considering. "I suppose that’s fair. But where’s the fun in just handing it over?"

Dick huffed a laugh. "So what, I have to earn it?"

"You’re catching on."

Haley barked once, tail thumping against the pavement like she was enjoying this far too much.

"Alright." Dick crouched, giving his dog a scratch behind the ears. "Haley, girl, looks like we’ve got a mystery to solve."

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to walk away. "Try to keep up, Dick."

In that moment, he knew he was in trouble.

Dick didn’t have to be told twice.

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[mysterious-adventurer]

SERIES

✧ What a Wicked Game

Rick x OFC | Slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, hurt-comfort | Rick falls for one of the meta-criminals on his squad and angst ensues | In progress.

✧ 'Tis the Season

Rick x Nurse!Reader | Slow burn, friends to lovers, hurt- comfort, fluff | Rick winds up as a patient on your ward | Complete.

✧ Something Just Like This

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader| 18+ only | Co-workers to lovers, smut, angst | As Rick's second in command, you didn't think the two of you could be any closer. You were wrong | In progress.

✧ Heaven on the Weekend (ft. Takeshi Kovacs)

Rick x ARGUS!Reader | 18+ only | Co-workers to lovers, smut, threesome | Rick introduces you to his friend, Takeshi Kovacs | In progress.

ONESHOTS

✧ Call It What You Want

Rick x F!Reader | 18+ only | One-night stand, smut, fluff |Fate is insistent on throwing Rick Flag into your path.

✧ I Might Just Have to Keep You

Rick x F!Reader | 18+ only | Established relationship, smut, fluff | Rick is there to comfort you after a bad day.

✧ I Need You Right Now

Rick x F!Reader | 18+ only | Established relationship, smut, hurt-comfort, angst | After a mission goes wrong, Rick seeks comfort in your touch.

✧ You Can Leave Your Hat On

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader | 18+ only | Co-workers to lovers, suggestion of smut, fluff | Rick is a betting man.

✧ The Business of Misery

Rick x ARGUS!Reader | Co-workers to lovers to exes, angst | Breaking up with Rick was never going to be easy.

✧ Say You'll Stay

Rick x ARGUS!Reader | Co-workers, hurt-comfort, angst | Rick isn't himself after a mission.

✧ For the Longest Time

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader | Co-workers, whump, hurt-comfort, angst | You find Rick in the ruins of Jotunheim.

✧ Motivation

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader | Co-workers, hurt-comfort, angst, fluff | A secret trip to Belle Reve's swimming pool ends in a private rehab session.

✧ Nothing Will Ever Be the Same

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader | 18+ only | Co-workers, hurt-comfort, angst, smut | Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you care about is Rick.

✧ Say You Want Me and I'm Yours

Rick x Lieutenant!Reader | 18+ only | Co-workers, angst, smut | A prequel to Nothing Will Ever Be the Same.

✧ I Feel You in These Walls

Rick x vigilante!reader | Enemies to lovers | angst | incomplete

✧ Office Space

Rick xARGUS!Reader | Co-workers, fluff | Rick doesn't like to share his space.

DRABBLES

✧ Is That My Shirt?

Rick x F!Reader | Established relationship, fluff | Rick comes home to find you wearing something of his.

✧ A Sweet Tooth

Rick x F!Reader | Co-workers, fluff | You'll do just about anything for a free dessert.

✧ Home, Sweet Home

Rick x F!Reader | Established relationship, fluff | Rick gives you the tour of your new home.

✧ Til I See You Again

Rick x F!Reader | Established relationship, angst | Just before your big meeting, you receive a phonecall.

✧ Curious

Rick x vigilante!F!Reader | Enemies to lovers, angst | You cross paths with Rick during a mission, but it's not by chance.

✧ Unfair

Rick x criminal!F!Reader | One-bed, enemies, fluff | The squad spends the night in a hotel - guess who you get paired with...

✧ Anticipatory Grief

Rick x F!Reader | Established relationship, angst | You never realised there was a term for this impending sense of loss.

✧ Cause I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing at All

Rick x GN!Reader | Co-workers, angst | You find yourself trapped in a room with Rick

[mysterious-adventurer]

Say it louder for the people in the back!!!!

Sorry but it’s really been pissing me off seeing all these people on tumblr lately using c.ai bots to generate like conversations or whatever for characters like…actual people are writing incredible shit and getting no recognition for it whatsoever and then other people are posting ai generated shit….ai should never ever EVER cross over into the realm of fanfiction or fanart (or original fiction/art for that matter).

[mysterious-adventurer]

Traces of You (Rick Flag x Reader)

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag.

Rating/Warning: M+ Language, mentions of burn injuries, fluff, lovebites, smut, sleepy sex, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: That idea of there being no space between them even as they’re both moving makes me melt, ok. Prompt from this list and this lovely ask in my inbox.

You may tell him, maybe fifty years from now— If either of you live that long.

How you watch. Watch him just to see him breathing. To make sure he's still breathing long after he's gone to sleep. He comes home with burns this time. Angry, glistening marks that scatter up his arm and across his pectoral muscle. Rick is sleeping on his back stiffly, the pull of something—pain, worry— forcing the corners of his lips down even in slumber. "How'd it go?" You asked breezily, earlier that day. A question not really meant to be answered. Still, Rick shook his head, his normal avoidance of the topic palpable this time. You carefully trace the pads of your fingers over the lines on Rick's face tonight. You feel the stubble along his jaw and down his neck. You tread lightly, not wanting to wake him. Once in awhile, his silent breathing builds, builds until he exhales out a ragged, tired sound as he sleeps. He makes the sound again as you map out his expression, your face inches from his. Your fingers fly to his parted lips, hovering steadily to feel his breath puff onto your fingerprints. Rick never dreams after just returning back from a mission. He's too bone tired; Couldn't be fucked enough to. But he's drawn out of the blackness by the invisible touch of something— Something there, and not there— He shutters to himself when the dull ache of his shoulder rubs against the sheets under him. His eyes flutter open when a new sensation ghosts him; A soft, hesitant thing. He meets your gentle kiss with his lips, brow pinching at the unexpected action. You pull away after a moment, your hair falling to cascade gently down his cheek. Rick hums questioningly as you release his chin from your grasp. You slot yourself beside him now that he's stirring, your leg moving to hook around his. Should let him sleep, you think— Should be getting some sleep yourself at this hour. But the sounds he makes when he sleeps and doesn't even know it break your heart a little too much tonight. He shoots you that questioning look again, though it's still shrouded in exhaustion. "Darlin'?" He tries as you still say nothing. You lean down again, your cheek brushing past Rick's rough stubble as you press your lips to his neck. You hear a deep sigh as you wet the spot below his ear with a languid, open-mouthed kiss. Your hands slides slowly down his bare stomach beneath the covers, your fingertips running over the sharp lines of his abdomen with a suggestive drag. You feel as your fingers breach the light thatch of curls at the base of his length, massaging the area just above him. Rick releases a pleased rumble, his eyelids still fighting. You kiss his neck again. Purse your lips to suck a small mark right over his pulse. Rick tilts his head up to leave you more space, exposing himself to you. He doesn't protest as you make a deep, purple welt that will be there for anyone to see come morning. It doesn't matter. He's already so covered in marks, in scars. He'll have one now that didn't come from a strike or slash or hit. You want to erase the others, to cover them up with some of your own. You kiss the love bite afterward, and Rick hums in approval.

You revel at how he looks, his head resting on his pillow. Rest and Rick Flag— Two opposite things.

You curl your warm fingers around the base of his cock, and Rick sighs again. He turns his head, nudges your cheek with his own until you're looking up to meet him in another slow, simple kiss. Your lips make a wet sound as they slip against one another. The sound travels down your body and to your curling toes.

The sheets rustle as you shift toward him. You stroke your palm up and down his hardening length gently, feeling him respond to you even through his exhaustion.

The sight of him, the site of your bite on his neck leaves you hungry for more, and you dip down again to press your parted lips to his collar bone. You drag your teeth down his body, eliciting a groan when you reach Rick's nipple taking it between your teeth.

You suck at his flesh, draw your lips up to close them around another patch of skin. Rick hisses when you coax his blood to the surface, another mark in the shape of your mouth forming. Rick's free arm comes up to cup the back of your head, and when you look up at the Colonel he's staring down at you, the same look of need reflecting in both your faces.

Rick wants to hold you— Wants you in his arms— But when he turns to you, a pained grunt leaves his lips. You stop him on his side, turning to him so that you're both facing one another. You continue stroking his length, his flesh firm and solid and pressing against your belly now. You're bare beneath your large sleep shirt, your nipples stiff and dragging against the cotton material. Rick drapes his injured arm to rest on his side as he watches you.

Feeling a bead of precum that has formed beneath your thumb, you gently spread it down his stiff cock, earning you another sigh. Rick swallows now that his length is swollen and ready, a small glisten of sweat forming at his temples as you tease him slowly. When you arch to press your soft mound against his head, Rick growls.

"Need you, baby." He whispers. You surge over to press your lips over his again. And without letting go of his length you use your other hand to reach down and push your middle finger past your folds, feeling the slickness waiting there. Your fingers slide right into your pussy, slide all the way up to round your clit in a few soft circles.

You moan against Rick's mouth, the sound sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin. You feel his smirk.

"You gonna share now, or am I gonna have to go down there myself?" He nips your bottom lip greedily, catching another one of your moans at the implication. But he's not going to move tonight— You won't let him. Instead, you draw your hand back up, tracing your wet fingertips over his lips.

Rick's eyes flutter shut as he sucks on your fingers. You feel his groan from the back of his throat, his tongue darting between each digit to lap them clean. You keen at the sight of him, biting your own lip as a gush of more wetness coats your folds.

Finally, you cant your hips to take him in. You guide his length in your hand, a high pitched and wanton whimper leaving you. Rick sucks in a breath as your wet walls glide over his cock.

"Rick." You whimper again. You keep sliding onto his cock until you can feel his pelvis pressing flush against your sex. You adjust your leg, squeeze it around his hip so that you're both press together. Rick moves his arm down to stay on your hip, his breathing deep and steady. It's not the tattered sounds of broken sleep— You capture the perfect sound in another kiss.

The two of you stay like that for awhile, his girth filling you up to the brim, solid and hot. Rick's eyelids flutter again, his lashes resting on your cheek.

"I love you, you know." You whisper. You don't know why this is the moment to say it for the first time. His eyes shoot open then; Rick Flag stares back at you, his hand clamping over your hips, burns be damned.

It's your first time, but not his. He's said it before, just before leaving for days, weeks. Said it to himself while he was away, in the thick of it. It was his truth. And only you needed to know it. If there was any expectation to hear it in return, Rick made no indication. He's never made you do or think anything that wasn't already perfectly you. That's why he said it.

Now, Rick is shuttering, his face crumpling as you press your forehead to his. You soothe him quietly, repeating the words so there's no mishearing, no taking it back. You've wanted to say it back. Wanted it for a long time. His breath shakes as you say it into his ear. Rocking your hips carefully, you gasp as his cock moves inside you with painstaking minuteness. But Rick his holding you there by your thigh now, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Your short, rolling movements build a heat between you. You feel the light sheen of sweat on your forehead mix with his as puffs of air grace your face again and again.

"Fuck, [yn]— Need you. Need to come." Rick babbles— He's tired. So fucking tired. His hips move to meet yours, his thoughts on nothing else but the heat around his cock and the heat of you holding him so fucking tenderly he think's he might just lose it. He needs to come inside you and never leave again.

You whine, the heat too much now. You need the ball of fire building in you to release. You pick up the pace, making sure that not too much of him leaves you with every thrust. When you find yourself tipping over the end, your walls begin to clamp and spasm, your approaching climax making you moan in short, hot bursts. Rick swears against your cheek, burying his face against yours.

When you come, you say it again. I love you. The words echo in Rick's brain— Ignite his own climax like the shortest fucking fuse ever lit. He throws his head back as he comes, and you move to kiss his throat; You delight in the vibrations of his groan against your lips. You suck at his flesh, and the feeling of your mouth on his neck mixed with the wave of his orgasm combined make him shake as it falls away.

Rick collapses, releasing muscles he didn't realize he was clenching. But the hand remained, keeping you there with him inside you. Rick feels his exhaustion threaten to take him right then and there— To plunge him back into that dull, empty darkness.

But you keep him awake, keep him there with you as you trail more purple and red marks over every inch of skin on his chest that you can. You want him covered in traces of you. Want him to wake up in the morning and pad over to the bathroom mirror and prod his fingertips over his skin, discovering the map you've left for him.

Rick says nothing, because your confession is still hanging there above him, perfect and sweet. He pushes his forehead to yours again, content to drift back into the darkness, so long as you're there—right there.

[mysterious-adventurer]

'Tis the Season | Masterlist

Pairing: Rick Flag x Nurse!Reader

Summary: As a nurse, you're not supposed to have favourite patients. But for Rick Flag, you make an exception.

Warnings: Description of injury and medical procedures, fluff, TSS 2021 spoilers

Status: Completed

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One - Lonely This Christmas?

Two - Happy New Year

Three - Hope Springs...

Four - Summer Lovin'

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A Bet's A Bet

Rick Flag x F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: lost a bet

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, pining

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I love him, what else can I say? 😂 I love to see a gruff, grumpy man squirm a little bit lmao.

Suicide Squad Taglist: @garbinge @beardburnsupersoldiers @words-and-seeds @artemiseamoon (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

“This is ridiculous,” Rick muttered as he picked the shot glass up from the surface of the bar.

You laughed as you watched him drink it, his head tilted back for a moment. He hardly even cringed. “I mean, you sort of set yourself up for it.” The offended look on his face was impossible to miss and it only made you laugh harder. “What? He’s literally so good at shooting people that they let him back out of prison to do it. Did you really think that you were going to beat him?”

“You don’t think I could?”

You shook your head before taking a sip of your beer. “I think that remains to be seen.” You flagged down the bartender and asked them to bring Rick another shot. You saw the look he gave you and laughed. “What? The bet was two shots and one—”

“I know, I know,” he grumbled, begrudgingly downing the second shot before looking back over at you again, “Just didn’t think that you would sell me out like that.”

You hummed in amusement even though you knew that he most likely couldn’t hear you over the noise of the bar. “I’m here to keep you honest, Flag.”

The shot glass made a loud clattering sound as he practically tossed it back onto the bar. “I think I might be the only honest one here.” He heard the dramatic gasp you let out at his statement and he laughed before looking over at you. “Yea. Including you.”

Your offended façade only lasted a moment longer before you started laughing again. “Fuck off. If you didn’t want me here, I wouldn’t be.”

“You know I don’t pick—”

“You don’t get to pick anyone from the roster in Belle Reve,” you pointed at him with the beer bottle in your hand, “but you do get to pick who’s gonna be on your team if they’re not behind bars.” His silence spoke volumes and you laughed in triumph. “And here I am yet again!”

“Shut up and drink your beer,” he said, shaking his head like you couldn’t spot the way the ends of his mouth were beginning to curl into a smile.

“Alright,” you took another swig, “but when I’m done, you gotta—”

“I know what I gotta,” he cut you off as he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the edge of the bar.

“You make it sound so unbearable.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at his dramatics.

He turned around so that he was facing the dance floor. Leaning, he rested back against the bar. He spoke to you even though his eyes were scanning the rest of the bar and the dancefloor to keep an eye on the rest of your team.

“How long you known me?” he asked, still not looking at you.

You laughed as you maneuvered to copy his position. “Too fuckin’ long at this point, I think,” you joked.

“Right,” he agreed with a nod before finally looking over at you. “And in all that time, when the hell have you ever seen me dance?”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but then you snapped it shut again when you realized that you really hadn’t ever seen it. Not even way back when you were all deployed together and had downtime to fuck around between ops. Things got crazy when the whole squad had too much time on their hands, but no matter the volume of the music or the number of drinks that were passed around, Rick never danced. He got up to plenty of other ridiculous and irresponsible things, but not that.

“Holy shit,” you finally said with a laugh.

His lips flattened into a thin line and he have a single nod. “Yea.”

“Wait a second,” you shut your eyes tight for one moment as your brain started putting all of the puzzle pieces together, creating more of the insane picture that was Colonel Rick Flag, “you’re telling me that we’ve been out here, doing all of this insane shit, and you’ve never—”

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked.

“Because I can’t believe it.” You shook your head. “Out here ready to be murdered by an alien or something when you’ve never even danced.”

“Tell me how those two things are related?”

“Alright,” you said as you shook your head. Bringing your beer bottle to your lips, you downed the rest of it in one go before setting it back on the bar and looking over at Rick. “Let’s go. Come on.”

You started to walk away from the bar and towards the dancefloor. You only got a step and a half away before you noticed that Rick wasn’t following you. You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you. Turning back around, you reached and grabbed onto his hand.

“Let’s go!” you said with a laugh.

Rick huffed, but he let you pull him along. If he really wanted nothing to do with it, he would’ve just planted his feet and been done with it. He dragged his feet a little bit but he still went. You felt it the moment it went from you just grabbing onto his hand to pull him along to him grasping your hand back. His fingers hooked around yours, the callouses of his palm rough but still warm against yours. You were glad that your back was mostly to him and that he couldn’t see the stupid little grin on your face over it.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” he muttered when the two of you got to the middle of the dancefloor.

You laughed, knowing that it was loud enough that no one else probably heard him, but you certainly did. “And yet,” you stepped in so you were pressed close to him, “you’re still out here.”

He scoffed. “A bet’s a bet.”

You were giddy. “Very honorable of you, Colonel.” There were a few beats where neither of you said anything, neither of you moved, and you couldn’t help but to laugh. Resting your hands flat against his chest, you leaned in so that he’d hear you without having to yell. “I think the bet was more than just you getting out here, Flag.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m aware.”

“It’s not that bad. Promise.”

He looked at everyone around the two of you. It was like no one even noticed that he was there, which he would be eternally grateful for after he survived this. He scanned the place, and realized that the only person watching him besides you, was DuBois, the person who had sent him out onto the dancefloor in the first place. Before he watched long enough to see the rest of the team crumble into fits of laughter at his expense, his eyes were back on you. You seemed as unfazed about this as you were about everything else.

“I don’t think you were part of the bet, by the way,” he mentioned as you danced.

You laughed. “Yea, ‘cause you were gonna come out here alone. Sure.” You could see the way he was shaking his head and even though you couldn’t hear him with all the noise in the bar, you were sure that he was mumbling and cursing under his breath. Bringing your hands from his chest to his sides, you forced him to start swaying, trying not to laugh at the confused and disgruntled look on his face. “God you are the stiffest man alive.”

He tried to relax, but now he felt even more on-edge than before. Something about the warmth of your palms soaking through his shirt, noticeable even with how heavy the air already was with the bodies packed onto the dancefloor.

“Liked it better when I was getting shot at,” he finally said.

You laughed, shaking your head before stepping in close enough for your forehead to drop against him, resting just below his shoulder for a moment as you laughed. Peeling yourself away, you left your hands on his sides as you said, “Maybe we should’ve gotten you a third shot.”

“You’re enjoyin’ this way too much.”

“Watching you squirm?” you asked. When he nodded, you could only nod right back. “Just a little, yea.”

It took longer than it should’ve for him to ease into it. And even when he did, he was still awkward, still stiff. Which really as about what you’d expected. You couldn’t deny that it was funny watching Rick Flag trying to force himself to loosen up and have a good time. It’d apparently been too long since he’d really tried to do anything of the sort.

You kept yourself pinned close to him. You knew that he wouldn’t on his own, so you took the initiative and placed his hands on your waist, letting yours come to rest on his shoulders in return. It was amusing to you to see how hesitant he was about it. The same man who had dragged you when you were bloodied and beaten, the same man who you had to cram into the world’s smallest, most uncomfortable spaces with to keep yourselves alive, was suddenly skittish when your closeness had background music to go with it.

Rick was only on the hook for one dance. That was the bet. Mostly because no one thought that he would actually get out there and follow through on it. You couldn’t say that you blamed them, but Rick had never been the kind to back down from a challenge or an order. Or a bet, apparently.

When the song changed, one flowing easily into the next, you thought that he was immediately going to turn tail and run. You’d understand it—you could still feel the slightly anxious and awkward energy coming off of him. Something completely foreign given the source, the same person who didn’t flinch running into a firefight beside you. But despite the small, lingering traces of discomfort, he stayed. Because even though his muscles were still a bit tense, even though he still hadn’t quite figured out what he was like to have a sense of rhythm, he liked the way it felt to have his hands on the small of your back. He liked the way the tips of your fingers reached just past where the collar of his t-shirt stopped.

He hadn’t even felt those thoughts creeping up on him until it was too late. It felt like one second he was looking around to make sure the two of you hadn’t lost anyone, and the next second he was looking back to you and the wind got sucked clean out of his lungs. And you were so unbothered, so unaware. He hoped that it would stay that way.

Not that you’d been very far away from him to begin with, but suddenly you felt so much closer. He could feel the press of your entire body against his, the way that your legs somehow ended up slotted together. His hips were pinned to yours, his arms wrapped tight enough around you so that he was almost completely on-beat with you. At that point, though, he didn’t even care about the rest of it. The racing thoughts in his head were outrun only by the rapid beat of his heart. For the first time all night there was only one thing pulling his focus, and it was you as you stared back at him. You looked just about ready to completely melt into him and his entire mind blanked out one that thought entered his head.

You saw the shift in his eyes, but it was a look that you weren’t familiar with, one that you couldn’t place. Your hand that had been resting in the space where his neck met his shoulder slid up, palm on the side of his throat, fingertips grazing along his jaw. You tilted your head slightly, eyebrows raising to ask the question that you didn’t want to yell loudly in the midst of the club. His response was an equally wordless smile and small nod. You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you looked at him. It was impossible not to feel the way that the two of you were each leaning in closer to the other.

If it hadn’t been so loud on the dancefloor, you were sure that Rick would’ve been able to hear the pounding of your heart inside your chest. In all of the years that the two of you had known each other, all the late nights, long talks, and close quarters, this was the first time that you felt like things were about to cross a line into territory that you wouldn’t be able to backpedal from. You were shocked at how much you didn’t mind the thought of it.

He was close enough to you that you could feel his breath against your skin. Your heart was about to burst clean out of your chest and your lips were just about to touch his. You almost couldn’t believe that it was about to happen.

And then, before it could, you heard the tell-tale sounds of a fight breaking out on the other side of the bar. You didn’t even have to turn around and look to know that it was your team. Some of the most lethal metahumans in the world finally got to have a night out and they just couldn’t fucking handle it.

Rick’s attention snapped over to the noise immediately, the dazed look on his face was quickly replaced with annoyance. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he practically groaned. His arms dropped back to his sides, hands leaving he small of your back leaving an emptiness that neither of you liked or wanted to think too deeply on.

You turned and followed his stride, both of you weaving through the tightly paced groups of people the best that you could. You had no idea what someone said to Peacemaker to get him to swing, but you really didn’t care at that point either. It was bad enough when one team member went rogue, it was worse when it turned into one of the few moments that everyone decided to be on the same side about something and everyone else got involved. You expected this kind of stuff from Peacemaker, but seeing Harley about to smash a beer bottle over someone’s head definitely made you a little extra concerned.

“Alright! Alright!” Rick wasn’t even attempting to hide his annoyance as he started pulling people apart. “Overstayin’ our welcome. Let’s get outta here.”

You caught out of the corner of your eye that DuBois was about to grab his gun and you quickly put your hand on his arm to stop him. He looked at you, peeved at the entire thing. You shook your head. “Not in here.”

He shook his head but he still followed your lead. He wasn’t that dedicated to picking a fight. Once you had him agreeing with you, it became much easier to round everyone up and get them out of the bar. Rick was practically dragging people by their collars but it worked nonetheless. You all had about seven hours before you would get in the chopper and brought back home. With the way things had unfolded so far, some of you might at least be able to use a couple of those to sleep.

Everyone’s rooms were all grouped together. It was a crappy little motel off the beaten path, but it was better than nothing. You were surprised that Waller got you all set up with anything at all, honestly. You’d take what you could get. You and Rick opted to share a room, the foot separating your two queen beds seemed odd now in a way that it never would have before.

“Everyone all locked up in their rooms?” you asked, half-joking, half-serious when Rick came into your room.

He chuckled, nodding. “Yea. All of ‘em are in time-out till we get back to Belle Reve.”

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes as you plopped down and sat on the edge of your bed, “because it’s not like prison is a time-out for them or anything.” You paused, watching as Rick flopped onto the bed that you weren’t sitting on, dragging his hands down his face. “They tell you what happened?”

“No,” he mumbled through his fingers, “but I didn’t fuckin’ ask, either.”

You laughed. “Didn’t wanna know the drama?”

His reply came with no hesitation. “Nope.”

You were shaking your head, helpless to do anything besides stare over at him. You waited, wondering if he was going to say anything about what had happened at the bar with the two of you. With the chaos dealt with and everyone safely stowed away in their rooms, you figured that this was going to be the closest thing that the two of you got to privacy for a while.

There must’ve been a graceful way to bring it up, a way that wouldn’t be awkward or jarring. You just didn’t know what it was. You kept your mouth shut, twisting your fingers into the blanket that rested on top of your bed.

Rick’s eyes were still closed, he was still laying on his bed with his legs dangling off the very end of it because he hadn’t scooted up enough before collapsing onto it. Even with all of that, he still felt you staring at him.

“What?” he asked, not turning to look at you as he did.

You shook his head like he could see you, because it felt like he could. Clearing your throat, you forced out, “Nothing.”

The end of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “Liar.”

It eased some of the tension you were feeling, the laughter that came out of you making you feel a little better about it all. “Shut up.”

Opening his eyes, he turned and looked over at you. “What is it?”

You shook your head. “Nothing, really. Just,” you sighed, “wild night.”

“I mean,” he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows, “thinkin’ about everything else we’ve been through? Really not…you know…”

You let out a soft laugh, one that was quieter than you wanted it to be. “That’s true.”

“Look—”

“About the bar—”

You both started talking at the same time, both of you stopping when you heard the other. There were a few seconds of awkward silence before you both started laughing. You nodded for him to continue, beating him to the punch.

“Look,” he started again with a laugh, “I was just gonna say…” he trailed off, “I don’t really know what I was gonna fuckin’ say,” he admitted with a laugh.

“I think,” you said, a joking lilt already in your tone, “that considering you’ve never attempted to have any rhythm in your life, you really didn’t do that bad.”

He laughed, shaking his head at you. “Shut up.”

“I mean there’s room for improvement, for sure,” you nettled him just to get another laugh out of him, “but I thought it was going to go much worse.”

“Wow,” he sat up the rest of the way, hands braced on the edge of the bed so he was nearly mirroring the position that you were in, “thanks for the endorsement.”

“It’s an honest one, at least.”

He shook his head but he was still smiling. “Always is with you.”

You figured while you were in the vein of being honest, you might as well go for broke. “I also thought you were gonna kiss me,” the words tumbled out, rushed but clear enough. You chuckled nervously. “You know, before Peacemaker banged some guy’s face off the table.”

Rick’s eyes were still widened from the first part of your statement. He knew that it was his turn to say something, but he couldn’t find the right words. “I thought I was too.”

Warmth spread across your chest at his words, a smile instantly breaking out across your face. Your nerves didn’t dissipate completely, but there was a sense of security in it all that you hadn’t felt before. He could see it, too, the way that your body eased. He was up on his feet again before he could think to stop himself. It only took a couple strides for him to wind up next to you, the mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight as he sat down. He was close enough for the outside of your thigh to be pressed up against his.

“Rick—”

You didn’t get the rest of your sentence out as he leaned in and brought his lips to yours. Nothing you could’ve said would have had any shot in hell at being better than the feeling of him kissing you. You could still taste the faintest hint of liquor off of him from the bar, could feel his stubble beneath the pads of your fingers as they pressed against his jaw. He grabbed onto your waist, his grip firm, like he was determined not to let you or this moment slip away from him a second time.

When the two of you finally came back up for air, you didn’t pull away very far. His forehead was still pressed against yours, chests flush as he continued to hold onto your hip. You smiled, thumb grazing over his cheek as you tried to soak in the moment for all that it was worth.

“You’re better at kissing than you are at dancing, you know,” you finally said, whispering without quite meaning to, like what the two of you were sharing was a secret just for the both of you to know about.

He laughed quietly. “Thank god for that, huh?”

You smiled wider, shaking your head before pulling his lips back to yours. “C’mere.”

[mysterious-adventurer]

Kinktober Day 15 COLLARING/ MASTERBATION

Rick Flag X Reader

Tags: 18+ | 2k words | chase, caught semipublic sex, submissive Rick, I don't actually own a vibrator because I have no privacy in my house so I dont know what this thing is called I LOOKED IT UP IT'S A LUSH it's got a remote control, unprotected sex, teasing, implied cum eating

AN: unedited too tired not entirely pleased with this one

He's gaining on you. He follows you into a rarely used driving tunnel and wonders how the fuck you ran so far and so fast in heels. He watches you pull something from your hip, twist, and throw it at him. 

He tries to catch it, which is his final mistake. 

"Whattheffffu–" whatever the fuck you threw at him seemed to come alive and wrap itself around his wrists. 

It's metallic and freezing cold, and when he turns his hands to get a better look at it, a metal arm extends and clasps around his neck. Your pursuer falls to his knees, completely stunned and subdued. You slow to a stop and return to him triumphantly. 

"Like a cat in a bag," you chuckle and your voice echoes menacingly through the sickly green tunnel. "How's it feel to be the one in handcuffs?" 

Rick Flag looks up at you as much as the collar will allow to glare. "This is backwards..." 

You chuckle darkly (the echo is downright eerie in here). "I'm not going to prison, sweetheart. So you can take that high horse you're sitting on and shove it up your ass." 

Rick struggles to extend the braces trapping his hands away from the collar around his neck. He feels the link shifting as he flexes and when he rests, the device begins to shorten six inches, almost putting his hands directly under his chin. There are veins bulging in his neck as he tries and fails to free himself. 

He looks at a loss until "... I don't think it would fit." 

You can't help it– you laugh. "The horse? You're cute, but not cute enough to lock me away forever, I'm afraid." 

You toss a flat disk on the wall next to his head. Rick chokes as the collar drags him to meet it like a powerful magnet. It's terribly placed– too low for him to stand properly but too high for him to kneel, so he's crouching in this awkward half pose that makes him feel all the more vulnerable. 

"Why aren't you running?," he wonders aloud, and then he barks when he feels your hands going through his pockets– not that he can do anything about it. "Hey– HEY!" 

You shush him and pull the communication transmitter from his ear, crushing it with the tip of your stiletto. You fix your hair and smooth your hands down your dress enticingly. 

"Alone at last," you purr. "I've seen you before, I think. Lingering around my favorite shops… staring through my window..." 

Rick squirms under your omniscient gaze. He may have gotten an eyeful of your naked form by accident earlier and he then may have needed to adjust the bulge in his pants before he started chasing after you and well… the swelling had not magically disappeared as he had hoped. 

“Listen, whatever you’re about to do…” Rick’s words fail him. 

He has no idea what you’re doing. If you wanted to run you’d have kept going. So what are you doing now? Gloating? Were you going to kill him? Torture him? Bargain? 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t bite unless you ask. And you will ask.” Rick watches you slide the straps of your dress from your shoulder. His eyes followed your hands down your waist to your thighs where you started to gather the hem of your long skirt. “Do you like what you see?” 

Rick swallows. This was not the direction he thought tonight would go. This tunnel was long, the sounds of traffic were almost mute so you were only technically alone. The way the fluorescent lights made you appear a little more sinister was– for reasons he would never understand– turning him on. 

You blink knowingly with a teasing smile. Omniscient– it’s like you have a secret superpower. “You like being at my mercy. I mean–” 

You gesture vaguely at your surroundings. "This tunnel isn't abandoned per say but it gets no real use. Who’s coming to save you from me? You know what I’m capable of and you should be scared, but I see through you: you are loving this.” 

Rick shifts his legs to find some dignity (and less discomfort). He couldn’t turn his back on you if he wanted to and thank god because he does not want to do that and it’s got nothing to do with how delicious you look in that dress. You’ve finally pooled your skirt up to your mid thigh and ruck it up further, revealing a lovely sheer set of underwear that has him swallow his tongue. 

“Rick, was it?” 

The man looks at you startled. “I tapped into your feed yesterday. Anyways– Rick– do you want to touch me?” 

He finds himself nodding his head. You smile, step closer to him and his breath picks up. Your hips are inches from his bound hands when you stop and press your heel into the bulge in his pants. Rick grunts out loud and his hips jerk at the first contact he’s had in hours. 

“You’ll have to beg for it,” you tell him. 

You put your foot back down and tuck your skirt into your neckline. Rick wets his lips before his brain catches up with what's happening and before he can fully process the situation, he sees you pull a small toy from your bra. 

"Wanna see me touch myself?" Rick nods in response and you suck your teeth. "Cat got your tongue? I can't hear you, baby." 

Rick swallows the last remaining shreds of his pride. "Yes…" 

He watches with rapt attention as your hand brushes against your mound from the outside of your panties. You capture your lip with your teeth and massage your clit, watching Rick twitch. The man starts struggling again, it's kind of entertaining to watch him wriggle and writhe until you realize his legs are shaking with discomfort. 

You touch the top of the wall mounted disk and push it down. Rick is forced to follow head first, moving from being eye level with you to hip level. He's got a better view of your enticing ministrations and he can kneel, at least he can after he manages to switch the magnet attachment to his cuffs instead of his collar. He sighs in relief and returns to watching you work yourself over, now situated with his hands above his head back to the grimy wall. 

His dick is throbbing. He can hear how wet you're making yourself and that's before he hears you turn on the flexible rubber vibrator In your hand. You hold the neon pink toy in front of him and he eagerly takes it into his mouth. 

"Such a good boy for me," you purr. 

If he wasn't so massively turned on, he would have rolled his eyes, but right now he's on a mission to please you. Whatever you want him to do, to make you let him touch you, help you both get off. 

Except beg, he won't do that. 

Rick continues to suck on the vibrating toy and grunts when he feels your heel press into his thigh. He’s startled a bit when you bend down but he gets very eager when he realizes you're reaching for his belt. Rick spreads his legs and angles his hips to give you better access and he almost cries when you finally pull his junk from the confines of his pants. 

“Oh baby,” you bite your lip, “you are a big boy. So hard for me…” 

Rick craves your touch, but you turn him loose once his cock free and stand over him again. You rip the vibrator out of his mouth with a popping sound and hook a leg over his shoulder for balance. 

Rick reaches for you but he can't. He can't go more than a few inches in any direction, can barely turn his head to nip your inner thigh which makes you gasp. 

God, he needs to hear that again. 

You're dripping as you push your panties to the side and slide the toy through your slick before inserting it into yourself, whimpering as the low vibrations still cause a shock up your spine. 

"Fuck…" you reach around so Rick can still see what you're doing as you fuck yourself with it. "Fuck baby, feels so good… need to be full, though." 

Rick is enraptured by the carnal display before him. He feels trapped– even more so than before– because he's so close to the action and you want him but he can't beg. You wrap your hand in his short locks and pull them tight to keep your balance. 

You're moaning a little like a pornstar and this is probably going to be the death of him. 

"Please…" Rick bites his tongue. No begging no begging no begging… 

"What's that, baby?" Your trembling is shaking him as well. "I need more, honey." 

Rick shakes his head and tries to bite your thigh again. You pull his head back and deny him that tiny pleasure. 

"Think I'm gonna come, Rick…" your fingers find your clit again and you circle it fast. "Think I might have to come and just leave you like this…" 

Something breaks in Rick's brain. Suddenly he's desperately struggling in his restraints and words or tumbling out of his mouth. "No no no, please, I can make you feel good, I want to make you feel good, let me touch you darlin, let me go so I can touch you–" 

Your laugh is mocking. It shut him up long enough to realize what you're doing… 

You gather your saliva to the tip of your tongue and spit. It dribbles past his face, landing on the head of his pink, already dripping cock like a bullseye. It makes his cock bounce and rock– 

"Please," Rick begs you, "please PLEASE darlin, I need you, I need to feel you…" 

"Now there's a good boy…" 

You pull the disk from the wall. There's a clicking noise and the small hum it was making is gone as if the magnetism is artificial. You're quick to pull Rick's pants down to his knees to prevent him from simply overpowering you and hand him the vibrator. He looks at it, once again dumbfounded by your actions. 

"You can put it wherever you want," you command. "Since you've been such a good boy." 

You tap the hand cuffs and they release him at last. His white wrists are bruised, collar still attached and limiting the mobility of his head and neck. He pins you against the wall and kisses you full force. 

You're surprised when Rick uses the vibrator on himself. He's careful to keep the setting on low so as not to stimulate his prostate too much and blow his load, but he can see the approval in your eyes and damn it he lives to serve. 

Rick kisses you again, this time picking you up to pin to the wall. Your dress is all over the place and barely hanging on when Rick finally slips his cock inside of you. You both sigh in relief at finally being joined and Rick only allows you a moment to adjust before he's pounding into you mindlessly. 

It's like he's become an animal. His hips snap fast, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs and lapping up every squeak and gasp he works out of you. You come almost instantly after the first three thrusts and he fucks you through them until you're whimpering again. 

You suck hickeys into the column of his throat and take it, all of that pent up energy he has to offer you, whispering sweet (and breathlessly short) praises as he fucks you into the wall. 

Rick is completely unaware of the one car that drives past you two. They slow down for a second, but bolt when they notice you've caught them. They exit the tunnel just as Rick buries himself in your pussy and comes with a long, drawn out groan. 

The man continues to hold you against the wall as he pants. The stamina is quickly draining from his body and he has to put you down and he manages to do so gently, falling right back to his knees and pressing his face to your mound. 

You stroke his head, then dig your fingers into his hair and make him look up at you for one last command. 

"Clean up your mess, good boy." 

Rick Flag is a good little soldier and does exactly what he's told. 

[mysterious-adventurer]

Memory Loss

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Rick Flag x pregnant!reader

Warning: Pregnancy stuff, memory loss, a bit of body description

A/N: Found this in my drafts and decided, why not. But I'm also gonna make an effort to write a little more from now on! Mildly inspired by the 8 Year Engagement.

*~*~*~

When you are heavily pregnant with his child, Rick loses his memory. "You have been lucky that he had lasted so long without any complications, given his occupation," said the doctor. You don't feel lucky, heavily pregnant as your husband forgot all about you, just you. He could remember everything else, his job at Argus, the members of the Suicide Squad, June, just not you.

You let him stay with you, hoping that the familiar place would jolt his memory. And it's easier than moving all of his things, you tell yourself, unable to confess even to yourself that you would take this shadow of your husband over not having him at all.

He catches you struggling to put on your shoes, so he helps you. It's similar to when he used to, but not as well. He is still so gentle as he slipped your feet into your shoes, but his hand does not linger, and neither does his thumb rub mindless circles on your ankles.

He still calls you darlin' sometimes, but the affection behind it is gone, and it hurts more than it heals, to hear your favourite pet-name fall from his lips without his ocean of love behind it.

The smell of dinner triggered your gag reflex, making you waddle as fast as you can to the washroom. He still rubs your back, but kisses are no longer interspersed between the trail of heat his hands leave behind. He still helps you to sit up on the toilet seat, and hands you your toothbrush and a cup, but he doesn't kiss you as he used to, trying to assure you that he loves you even when you are puking your guts out on a near daily basis. You miss the kiss more than you can say, as well as the wrinkle of his nose at the taste of vomit lingering prominently on your mouth.

"Can I.... lift your belly up?" Rick asked hesitantly, watching as you lift your belly with both arms only to grimace as your lower back twinge, as if angry that you had forgotten about it. Rick used to do that, helping to lift your belly up whenever he could, in the shower, when you stood up, when you were cooking in the kitchen and even when you were just walking around.

"I read that it helps," Rick continues when you don't answer, too lost in your memories of a different time and a different Rick.

"I'm alright, thank you," you answered, smiling at him. A smile that quickly turned into a grimance when your back twinges again. You desperately wanted to accept his help but it feels like a betrayal, to do something so sacred between you and your Rick with this Rick.

You lower your belly gently even as your back and your hips protested before bracing both hands on your lower back. You push your burdened womb out, groaning in relief as you do so, innocently unaware of the way Rick's pants tightened.

He hated this part of him so badly, this part of him that lusted after a married woman, even if your husband was nowhere in sight. You still wore your wedding ring, for goddess sake. You were clearly not over your husband and all he could think about was being your husband, being by your side and helping you.

"Rick?" You call out. You had been struggling to get out of the bath for a while, but after a slip, luckily it was more of a jolt than a fall, you knew that you had no choice but to swallow your pride and ask Rick for help.

It had been your first bath since the whirlwind that your life has become recently and you had forgotten that it was impossible for you to get out of the bathtub alone. Before, Rick had always been there to help, if he wasn't already in the bath with you, running a hand across your back as he held you securely with his other. You would lie on top of him, resting your head on his chest as the warm water and Rick's heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

He appears at the doorway before you can call a second time, drying his hands with a towel from washing the dishes. "Can you.....help me out?" you ask hesitantly, holding out a hand towards him.

"Of course, darlin'," he answers easily as he threw the towel into the sink, approaching you with but a few large strides. He bypassed your outstretched hands to instead grip your forearms, his large hands covering most of your forearms easily with room to spare.

He heaves you up in a single swift move, causing you to huff and pant, trying to catch your breath as your baby kick and pummel your insides. You had no choice but to hold on to Rick's shirt as you swayed your hips back and forth, trying to get used to having the weight of your belly back on your hips as well as your loosen hips. You had been waddling stiffly these days, your hips aching and creaking with every move but it couldn't be helped, with trying to help Rick get settled.

Even through all of that, you could feel the weight of Rick's eyes on you, staring and assessing every part of you. Part of you wanted to hide away, or at least, to get some clothes on so you could hide some of your flaws. You should have just continued to try to get out of the bath, instead of this, letting Rick see every stretch mark, your stretched taut skin rippling with movement from your womb, hair in places you can no longer reach, your darken aerolas and so much more.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Rick breathed out. "How could your husband bear to leave you? If I was your husband, I would never leave you."

Your heart jolted at that, and you desperately wanted to cry. But you have, you have, you wanted to say. Instead, you settled for ignoring the later sentences.

"You flatterer, I would still let you stay even if you told me I look like a beached whale, you know?"

"You don't believe me," Rick breathed out, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are fucking. Breathtakingly. Beautiful. Every single inch of you."

*~*~*~

Will Rick regain his memory? Will he not? Will you fall in love all over again? Who knows? Certainly not me.

[mysterious-adventurer]

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

[mysterious-adventurer]

Mezcal (Everything Has Changed) - Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw

A/N: Finally here it is!!! I had planned to get this edited and posted months ago, but the last semester of college really kicked my butt. Anyway I have officially graduated and I am hoping that once I move and get settled into my new job I'll have more time to dedicate to my writing, but I won't make any promises right now. For the time being, I hope you enjoy the long awaited sequel to Tequila! Be on the lookout for a few sneaky references to the book I was reading when I wrote this (let me know in the comments if you've read it too). Just a reminder that @sunlightmurdock's oneshot For Old Times' Sake (and the song Tequila by Dan + Shay) originally inspired me to write this, so make sure to check out their fics bc they are literally all AMAZING.

Summary: Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw x Maverick's Daughter! Reader. Part two of Tequila. Rooster and Y/N finally reconnect and old sparks ignite new flames. Inspired by the song Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift.

Word Count: 4.3K

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol is central theme in this piece and will be mentioned throughout, including references to underage drinking. Bare minimum use of y/n. Some parts of this are very cliché and corny. I think that's it but please let me know if I missed anything.

 

 "So, Romeo" Phoenix started as she sidled up to Rooster as they were leaving training "have you heard from Juliet yet?"  Rooster's shoulders slumped. Three days of the same question and the same answer. 

        "She still hasn't called" he sighed. The more he thought about it, the more Rooster was beginning to think that calling her hadn't been such a good idea in the first place. 

        "Maybe, you should try calling her again."

        "No" Rooster ran his hand through his hair "no, I don't want to be pushy, I was an ass to her before, so if she doesn't want to talk to me, I get it."

        "How many times do I have to say it Bradshaw" Phoenix rolls her eyes "she sent you tequila at the bar and winked at you. I don't think she would have done that if she didn't want to talk to you." 

        "I don't know Nat, I'm starting to feel like I'm reading too much into it."

        "I swear Bradshaw, you men are so unbearably stupid sometimes -"

       ' Buzz '

        Phoenix continues ranting, but Rooster stops listening as he pulls his ringing phone out of his back pocket. 

        'Buzz, Buzz"

        The phone continues ringing in his hand as he stares down at it and her name flashing across the screen. 

        "Bradshaw, what are you staring at" Phoenix shakes her head as she looks over at Rooster's phone to see what exactly he's ignoring her for "oh my god, answer it dumbass."

        "Right, uh-" Rooster fumbles with the phone as he finally comes out of shock. "Hello" he says, surprised by how confident he sounds. 

        "Bradley?" her voice comes from the other end of the line. 

        "y/n" he breathes, sweat breaking out across his brow, and a nervous smile crossing his face. Beside him Phoenix is grinning, straining to overhear every word of the conversation. 

        "I'm so sorry I didn't call sooner; I've just been so busy with everything that's going on." 

        "Yeah, I know, don't worry about it" Bradley nods along as he says this, acting as if he knows what she means by 'everything that's going on.'

        "Listen," y/n continues "My evening just got canceled and I'd love to catch up.” 

        "Um-" Rooster starts.

        "That's if you're free, I totally understand if you aren't I know you must be super busy with pilot shit and-" she's rambling. Rooster can tell she's nervous, it makes him smile to think after all this time, she still can't shut up when she's nervous. 

       "No, I just got off for the day, this evening would be great.”

        "Okay, yeah" 

        "Do you want to just meet me at The Hard Deck?"

        "Actually, I was thinking, maybe you could swing by my place instead?"

        "That works for me."

        "Great! I'll text you the address, and I'll see you around 6?"

        "Yeah, I'll see you then" Rooster smiles as he hangs up the phone after a few moments and begins to walk towards his car. 

        "Well, what did she say?" Phoenix asks, jogging slightly to match Rooster's much longer strides. 

        "Um, she invited me to her place.”

        "Really, when?"

        "Tonight, actually" he tosses his gear into the backseat of the Bronco. 

        "See, I told you" Phoenix teases, looking smug. 

        "Yes, of course, Natasha, you were right like always, I am forever indebted to you" he opens the door of The Bronco and climbs in, "now, how about you go call that cute bartender you've been crushing on, the blonde one".  Phoenix turns an indescribable shade of red. 

        "I'm not, I mean, I don't have a crush on Maggie" she stammers. 

        "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever" Rooster rolls his eyes as he slams the door of the Bronco shut and pulls out of the parking lot.

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        Later, Rooster stood outside of her door, double checking the address on his phone one last time. He rapped his knuckles gently against the sliding glass doors and stood back to wait. With his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, he could feel his heart pounding just a little in his chest. The moments between knocking on the door and it finally sliding open seemed like an eternity from where he was standing, but then there she was. 

        "Hey," she's wearing a black and white striped sundress, and her hair is slightly messy, but she was smiling, and she was standing right there in front of him. "Come on in, sorry the place is such a mess". She steps to the side of the door to let him in. 

        Mess doesn't really begin to describe the state of the house; there are photographs and camera equipment everywhere. Rooster looks around, trying to put together the jumbled pieces. 

        "I was supposed to meet the gallery manager for dinner, but he cancelled last minute, but I didn't quite get all of these pictures in order to put away before you got here, so it's kind of a disaster area" she's rambling again, nervously flitting about the room trying to pick up photos and get them out of the way. 

        "The gallery manager?" Rooster asks, standing awkwardly by the door as she continues to clean nervously. 

        "Yeah, I've been here for a couple of weeks getting set up for the show, and I'm still working on some last minutes pieces. That's why Eli and I were at The Hard Deck the other night."

        "Wait a show?" he breaks into a grin, finally putting the pieces of the puzzle together "like for your pictures?"

        "Yeah, it's just the one, but I've got some stuff lined up in Williamsburg when I go back."

        "But you made it. You always talked about becoming a photographer and now you're actually doing it." He's radiating pure joy and pride as she looks up at him, confused, photos still in hand. 

        "You didn't know?" She pauses for a moment while the realization sets in "I mean it makes sense. I guess I just never realized that you had no clue what was going on in my life, and I guess I have no clue what’s been going on in yours." 

        Rooster grins in response. "Maybe we can catch up over a drink or two then." The two share a devilish grin as they both reminisce about the first drink that they ever shared. 

        "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." She lays the photos in her hand on the coffee table before disappearing into the kitchen. She returns with two glasses and a bottle in her hand.

            “Mezcal, huh” Rooster examines the bottle as she sits down beside him on the couch.

            “Close enough to our drink of choice, but a little more sophisticated and grown up. Like us,” she winks.

        "Your dad must be so proud of you, a big hot shot photographer doing shows in San Diego" Rooster starts as she pours the drinks. 

        "I don't know" she hands him a glass "I don't even know if he knows I'm in town, I haven't talked to him much since he pulled your papers from the academy. 

        "Wait," he sets his glass down on the coffee table, concern in his eyes "you stopped talking to your dad because of me?"

        "Don't get too worked up there hot shot," she rolls her eyes "it started, because of you, but I think eventually we would have worked that out. It was really because of Eli."

        "The guy you were with at the bar the other night. 

        "Yeah" she sets her glass down on the coffee table beside his, the bottle of mezcal now forgotten. "He and I started seeing each other a couple of months after you disappeared on me." Rooster flinches slightly, but if she notices, she doesn't say anything. "Dad didn't like him to begin with, even less when I moved to the east coast with him for school, and he downright hated him when Eli proposed half way through college and wanted me to drop out to move to Barcelona with him."

        "You moved to Barcelona?"

        "No, Robert actually talked me out of it. Convinced me that I would regret not finishing college. Eli and I stayed together and did the long-distance thing for about a year before we called it off."

        "I don't what's crazier" Rooster starts "that you were engaged or that you and Robert are actually getting along." She laughs and Rooster feels his heart summersault in his chest. He hadn't realized until just now how much he had actually missed her. 

        "Well, after Dad and I stopped talking we got a lot closer. I guess a lot has changed. What about you? What Bradley Bradshaw adventures have I missed out on?"

        "Not much really," he rubs the back of his neck "four years at UVA, and then I joined the Navy, won the Top Gun Trophy, spent some time overseas, and now I'm here."

        "You won the Top Gun trophy!" when he looks up at her, she's grinning from ear to ear " you always talked about how you were going to do it, I'm so proud of you."

        It's impossible for him not to smile with the way that she's smiling at him, and he can feel his face getting hot. 

        "Thanks"

        "I wish I'd been there."

        "I wish I'd called." 

        For a minute, the tension in the air is palpable, charged with age-old chemistry, regrets, and hope for the future. Rooster is suddenly aware of how much he wants to kiss her. How much he wants to pick up, right where they left off, and pretend that the years they weren't in each other's lives never even happened. 

        "It would have been the perfect picture for my show" she says as she gets up and starts shuffling through another pile of photos. The tension is gone, and it takes Rooster a moment to recover from the sudden change.     

        "What do you mean?"

        "Well, the theme for the show is past and present. I'm using a bunch of my old photos and pairing them with new ones, so I can show how things have changed over the years. That's why Eli was here, I was getting a couple of shots of him for the show." With her back turned to him as she sorts through the photos, Rooster admires the sun-kissed California tan she must have picked up over the last few weeks, and spray of freckles across her shoulders. Finally finding what she's looking for she returns to her spot on the couch beside him. "I was hoping to use some of these photos from the last summer we spent at Dad's, but I just didn't have anything to pair them with" she hands him a stack of photos.

        "Are these all of me?" Rooster leafs through shot after shot of his teenage self "I didn't even know you took most of these." 

        "You were my favorite subject that summer" she laughs. 

        "And yet you spent that entire summer chasing other boys" he teases "I thought you hated me." 

        "No," she rolls her eyes "honestly, I was trying to make you jealous, I could hardly stand most of those guys." She finishes the rest of her drink, setting the glass on the coffee table in front of them. "This one is my favorite," she pulls another photo off of the table, handing it to him. Rooster takes it in for a moment. The background is one of those glorious California sunsets, but the subject of the photo is him, 17 years old, climbing into the cockpit of Maverick's P-51 Mustang. 

"This is-" he hesitates for a moment, lost for words "I mean, wow. I don't think I ever realized how good at this you were." Beside him, she blushes. "I remember this day; this was the only time the old man ever let me fly that plane solo."

        "It really would have been perfect, this paired with a photo of your Top Gun graduation" she smiles looking at the photo, while Rooster looks at her. "But I guess I'll just have to find a way to work it into my next show. 

        "Y'know" Rooster grins, an idea forming in his mind "just because you don't have a photo of me at my graduation, doesn't mean you can't work this into a show." 

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        "I cannot believe we're doing this" She laughs as the wind on the tarmac blows her hair into her face as the sunset turns the sky a brilliant orange. 

        "Really?" Rooster raises an eyebrow "because this seems like the exact kind of shit we've always done." He grins at her from behind his aviators. 

        "Yeah, maybe when were teenagers" she snorts "now get up there, so I can get these photos, and we can get out of here before we get caught." This was Rooster's grand plan. Sneak onto base, grab some photos of him in full flight gear with his jet, and hopefully get out before anyone realized they had been there at all. It was stupid. It was incredibly risky, but Rooster was beginning to feel a lot like a Jerry Lee Lewis song. 

        Rooster climbed up the air-stairs and looked down at her "Is this good? What do you need me to do?" he called down to her. 

        "Can you just turn a little more towards me? and Put your hand on the hatch, like you're actually getting in" she moved from spot to spot looking through the viewfinder, trying to find the best angle. "Perfect!" She called back in response to the adjustments. 

        "Do you want me to smile?"

        "No, don't even look directly at the camera, just pretend that I'm not even here." She takes shot after shot, adjusting her stance and occasionally getting a different angle. After what feels like forever, she calls up to him "I think I got it! Come look!" He climbs down, and gazes over her shoulder at the photo on the screen. "Obviously I still need to touch it up but, I think it's great."

        "I think it's perfect" he says, but he isn’t looking at the camera. Their eyes meet and all he can think about is kissing her. What those drunken kisses felt like all those years ago. What it would feel like to kiss her right here, right now, on the tarmac, with the sun setting behind them and the wind blowing her hair in all directions. He's finally worked up the courage to do it. He's just going to do it; he's going to kiss her. 

        "What exactly is going on here?" Shit, Cyclone.

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Sitting in Cyclone's office, sweating bullets, Rooster is beginning to feel like none of this was actually as fun and spontaneous as it seemed earlier. 

        "Please explain to me, Lieutenant, what exactly you thought you were doing, bringing a civilian on base, and allowing her to take unauthorized photos of Navy jets and Navy personnel?" Cyclone leans back in his chair as he gazes at the two of them across his desk. 

        "Sir, I-" Rooster starts, even though he has no clue how to talk his way out of this situation. 

        "Unauthorized?" y/n looks at Cyclone quizzically "I'm sorry sir, but I got clearance on this from Admiral Kazansky several weeks ago, I was under the impression that all of this had been pre-approved. I'm more than happy to give you the SD card if that's not the case."

        "Admiral Kazansky, you say?" Cyclone raises one eyebrow, clearly not buying the story "Is that the case Lieutenant?"

        "Yes sir, we had special permission from the Admiral sir" Rooster swallows nervously, silently praising her ability to think on her feet, and praying that she can actually get away with this. 

        "Well, I'll just call the Admiral and get confirmation if that's the case." He picks up the phone, Rooster looks at her feeling the panic rising in his chest, only to be met with her calm and cool composure. "Yes, Admiral Kazansky, this is Vice Admiral Simpson. I've got Lieutenant Bradshaw and a Miss y/n Blackwood here. They say that you gave them special clearance to take some photos here on base." Cyclone pauses to listen to whatever Iceman is saying on the other end of the line, and it's everything Rooster can do not to hold his breath. "Yes sir, I understand, sorry to bother you sir." Cyclone hangs up the phone and looks at them gravely, and for a moment Rooster thinks the gig is up. "Well, it seems that your paperwork has gotten lost somewhere in the system young lady, but seeing as Admiral Kazansky signed off on this himself, there's no reason for you to hand over that SD card. 

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course, of course. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'm sure you know how government agencies are."

"Better than you know sir."

        As the two leave the office, Cyclone gives Rooster a withering look that tells him he knows their whole story is bullshit and will be holding it against him. 

        "I cannot believe that worked" Rooster exclaims as the pair walks across the parking lot to the Bronco "I mean you just got Admiral Kazansky to go along with that." Both of them burst into childlike giggles. 

        "Uncle Ice has always covered for me." 

        "Uncle Ice?"

        "I honestly cannot believe you call him Admiral Kazansky, I mean, we spent as much time at his place as kids, as we did at Dad’s."

        "I mean it's kind of a work thing-" Rooster is interrupted by Kenny Loggins Danger Zone. 

       "Shit, that's him" she answers the phone. "Hey, Uncle Ice! Yeah sorry about that." Rooster watches nervously as the conversation continues. "Well, I'm only in town for a couple of weeks, it's more of a work thing. Sure I can come to dinner tomorrow. Of course I'll bring Bradley with me." She raises an eyebrow as a silent question and Rooster nods his assent. "Okay, okay, message received, I will call.... got it, yup I will see Dad while I'm in town. I'll see you at dinner tomorrow."

        "What was all that about?"

        "The price for backup is apparently us having dinner at Uncle Ice’s."

        "And seeing Mav while you're here?"

        "Yeah," she sighs. 

        "I'm sorry, this was my stupid idea" He leans against the Bronco as they finally reach the car. 

        "No, don't apologize" she moves closer to him, as she looks up to meet his eyes Rooster is suddenly hyper aware of the difference in their heights, "it feels like it might be the right time to rebuild old relationships." She raises up on her tiptoes and Rooster reaches for her, placing one hand on the back of her neck and pulling her to him. He kisses her soft and slow, just like all those years before. It seems like ages before they break apart, the first stars starting to dust the horizon, and for a moment they stand frozen, gazing into each other's eyes. 

        "Everything just changed, didn't it?" Rooster finally breaks the silence, a note of hope in his voice. 

        "I hope so." She grins back at him.

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2 Weeks Later

        The gallery is packed when Rooster and Phoenix arrive. People mingle around the photos adorning the walls, chatting, and drinking wine and beachy indie music plays softly in the background.      

        "It looks like your girlfriend's show is really popular" Phoenix surveys the crowd around them. 

        "She's not my girlfriend. We really haven't -"

        "She's your girlfriend" Phoenix replies confidently. Knowing better than to try to argue with her about it, Rooster just rolls his eyes.

        "Whatever, come on" he says as he starts trying to gently weave his way through the crowd, Phoenix close behind him. Finally spotting y/n among the crowd, he walks up behind her quietly. "Any idea where I could find the ridiculously talented and gorgeous photographer who put together this wonderful show?"

        "Hmmm... I don't know, she might be around here somewhere " she stands on her tiptoes, making a show of looking around in the crowd "oh wait, actually, that would be me you're looking for." 

        "Oh, it is you" he chuckles. 

        "Hi, I'm Natasha" Phoenix reaches out for a handshake. 

        "Oh my gosh, it's so great to meet you, Bradley has told me so much about you”! 

        "You think you've heard a lot about me? I swear Bradshaw never shuts up about you" the two girls laugh together. 

        "Okay, okay, that's enough about me."

        "Scared we're going to embarrass you Bradshaw?" 

        "Terrified."

        "All right, well I am going to leave you two love birds alone to go look at these amazing photos, but you and I are definitely going to hang out at this amazing after party Rooster's told me about" Phoenix says to her as she slowly backs into the crowd. 

        "I think I just met my new best friend." 

        "Nat has that effect on people."

        "Come on, your photos are over here" she leads him to a quieter corner of the gallery, where she almost bumps into a tall blonde. "Oh my gosh, Eli, you came!”

        "Of course," he replies, he's standing beside a dark-haired woman, pushing a stroller, that Rooster can only assume is his wife "I wouldn't have missed it for the world! Listen, the little one is getting a little fussy, so Auden and I are going to head out, but I'll see you after the show." Eli and Auden start making their way towards the exit. 

        "So... what do you think?" she asks.

        "Of your ex-fiancé?" 

        "No, of these" she gestures to the photos on the wall. In the center are the pair of photos where he's working on Mav's plane and the photo of him with the jet, but there's also others. Photos from the last two weeks he didn't even realize she'd taken. A smile spreads across his face. 

        "These are, I mean, these are great" he puts his arm around her shoulders "I can't get over how good at this you are."

        "Well, it's surprisingly easy when your subject is an insanely hot naval aviator" she grins up at him. 

        "Oh no, this has absolutely nothing to do with me. This is all you" he glances back at the photos and then glances around the room watching as everyone else takes in her work. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the gallery door open. "Hey, is that Mav?"        

        "Probably, yeah. I did invite him."

        "You did? So, I take it that's going well?"

        "I mean, it's still a little weird, but I did invite him to the show, and he's supposed to come to the after party too."

        "I'm glad, it feels like everything is starting to work out like it's supposed to." 

        "Like it's supposed to huh?" she moves closer to him, looking up to meet his eyes with one eyebrow raised. 

        "Yeah, exactly like it's supposed to" he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her lips as the show continues around them. 

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Epilogue (2 years later)

        Y/n sits alone at a table in the corner of the room, watching the other wedding guests enjoy the party, and watching Penny and Mav whisper in each other's ear at the bride and groom table. The wedding was beautiful, and the reception is arguably one of the most fun she's ever been to, but after months of helping plan this wedding, she's content to just sit back and watch everyone else enjoy it for a moment. 

        "Y'know, the maid of honor shouldn't be sitting alone in a corner, while everyone else is up dancing" Rooster repeats the same words he said to her at her mother's wedding all those years ago as he sits down in the chair beside her. 

        "You've got the wrong bridesmaid Rooster, the maid of honor is over there," she gestures to where Amelia is dancing with her friends "but, I will say the best man really shouldn't be hiding from the party."

        "Humor me for old time's sake" he smiles mischievously "besides, I brought you something." He pulls a bottle of tequila out of his suit jacket and places it on the table. 

        "And how exactly did you manage to get this away from the bar" she teases. 

        "Well, I had some help from a close mutual friend of ours" Rooster nods to Phoenix in the crowd wedding guests, who smiles excitedly back at them. 

        "You know, I don't think Penny and Mav would approve of their wedding party getting trashed at the reception" she picks up the bottle and twists off the top, before noticing Rooster watching her intently "why are you looking at me like that?"

        "Can't a man admire his beautiful girlfriend?" he questions innocently.

        "Keep up the flattery, and I'm going to assume you've done something that's gonna upset me" she takes a swig from the bottle, before gently setting it back on the table, where a faint plink noise comes from the bottle. "What was that?"

        "I don't know, beats me" Rooster grins.

        "Bradley Bradshaw, what is in this bottle" she grabs it excitedly, looking through the bottom of the bottle. She's quiet for a moment, before looking into his eyes, almost questioning if this is really happening. "Yes!"

        "Yes?"

        "Oh. My. Gosh. Yes!" In a moment they're both up from the table and Rooster is spinning her around before he leans down to kiss her. Breaking apart they notice several people in the crowd giving them a questioning look, unsure what's going on. Penny and Maverick beam at them while Phoenix offers them an enthusiastic thumbs up from the dance floor. Their attention is drawn away again when the DJ starts to play the Cupid Shuffle. 

        "Now, how exactly do you plan on getting that ring out of the bottom of the bottle" she asks. 

        "I guess we'll just have to finish off the bottle and go from there." The two stare into each other's eyes as they simultaneously reminisce on their past and begin to imagine their future, together.

[mysterious-adventurer]

You rule my world Part 2.

A Chris knight x best friend Reader

Word count 1273.

Warnings: none this is fluff.

Hello here is part two of

You rule my world.

I hope you like it. It's a little longer than the first.

If you see writing mistakes. Nooo You don’t.

Enjoy .

Later That night you could feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

You weren’t nervous per say. You loved Chris. He makes even the most boring days fun.

and even if the date failed you were still going to be friends.

And It wasn’t hard to guess where you were going to go for your date. Purgatory,

It was a cheap and easy place to get a burger or a beer.

And It was right across from campus and it was one of Chris’s favorite places to eat from mostly because it was convenient.

You put on something comfortable but casual and a pair of converse.

You could hear knocking on your dorm door.

You opened the door and were greeted by Chris.

He was dressed in a white shirt, a blue over shirt and shorts and a red and black converse with a bouquet of white and pink roses.

He looked adorably boyish and handsome.

“Hello Y/N, I've been telling these roses how pretty you are for the last hour and I finally thought you two should meet.” He said as he handed you the roses.

You couldn’t hide the blush that crept up your face.

The two of you walked off campus arm and arm.

But surprisingly you didn’t end up at purgatory.

“We usually go to purgatory?”

“As friends Y/n but this is a date well technically a date is a fruit. The name comes from the Greek word "daktylos," but I mean the romantic kind.

And I wanted this to be more special and unique. Follow my lead, my Astra.”

Following his lead led you to the planetarium.

You looked at him with a head tilt.

“Aren’t they closed at night? Every time I’ve tried to visit at night I was told to leave.”

You asked confused.

“Y/n, y/n.” He said, shaking his head.

“ have I not taught you anything in our months of friendship?”

“Well-“ you tried to say before Chris dragged you gently by the hand.

“Y/N, Just Trust me!”

He says as he pulls you along.

Once inside. Realized why he was so adamant about trusting him.

There was a beautiful picnic laid out on the ground under the beautiful display of faux stars.

Your favorite food was present along with a bottle of champagne.

Chris held your hand as you sat on the ground beside him.

“I would have done this outside but-Unfortunately It’s cloudy tonight and I have been cited for shooting random weather disruption devices in the sky for the month those Air Force guys are really judgy on “their airspace” it’s the sky Jet for brains nobody owns it well maybe someday someone will and that will be the end of the world and with all the annoying orange barf glow around the city it would have blocked a picnic under the real stars anyway. I also thought against my original idea of robbing nasa of a rocket and sending us up in orbit until Mitch informed me of the “legal repercussions.” Of course I would have done it anyway if I thought I could get away with it but I would not look good in stripes. No, I would look good in everything.”

He smirked and then said,

“Well Besides those rabbit pajamas my mother sent me but Jordan thought they were sheep but sheep don't have long ears.

Anyway, I Drugged Kent and put him in them, took photos and plastered them everywhere when he said something I would rather not repeat about Jordan and you.”

“Well He deserved it then.” You said Jordan was your friend and Kent always thought he was better than anyone. You would think getting an actual case “Popcorn lung” would have made a guy change his ways but no he is still just a jerk as always.

After you eat enough food and desserts to make you think you never wanna eat anything else again for a week you laid down on the blanket and listened as Chris name every Star he saw and a lot of them went over your head.

He pulled you closer to him.

“Hey y/n ?

Are you dopamine? Because you make me pretty happy.”

You laughed at his pick up line.

“Your sweet Chris but I can come up with a better pick up line than that.”

“Alright then prove it.” He said with a smile and his hand on your hand.

“I wish Uranium and Iodine had similar atomic numbers—that way, U and I would be next to each other-.”

“ Wait Y/N, You know about the atomic numbers for uranium and iodine?” He asked interrupting you

“Yeah?” You said with a head tilt.

you were confused because you and him took the same classes together and you excelled at the same tests he did. You even taught a class or two.

“Well Are you Carbon, Uranium and Tellurium? Because you’re pretty C-U-Te” he said with a soft smile looking directly at you.

You blushed again.

“Well Look up at the sky—you see all the stars? That’s how many times I’ve thought of you today Chris I think I might even Love you.” You quickly said before realizing what you said.

Neither of you said anything after that.

A long awkward pause.

“If you were uh being honest about loving me I would return it. I would stand outside and scream until someone calls the police if you'd like .

I will probably do that anyway because I will be the luckiest guy in the world because you love me and I’m being 100% honest.” Chris said seriously and it was strange to hear him being serious.

“I was serious, I love you Chris, you're my 42.”

He surprisingly says nothing And places a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You know Besides nearly killing Kent with popcorn and getting the opportunity to get my masters here at pacific tech. This is the best day of my life.”

You chuckled.

“I rank behind An Attempted snack related murder and a master’s degree. How's that fair?”

He kissed you again.

“You're adorable Y/N, you rule my world. You know that?”

“Yeah I know, because I will never take our love for granite.” You say with a laugh.

“Beautiful, smart, funny.

I am so Lucky.”

The date ended soon after and Chris the gentleman walked you to your dorm.

Once you closed the door you could hear Chris yelling down the hall.

“Y/N LOVES ME!! YEAH BABY!”

You could hear him talking to Kent.

“Hey Kenny, have you ever kissed anyone ?”

Before Kent could answer Chris spoke for him.

“Of course not what am I saying. You're you, and you scare away the opposite sex and the same sex that was a Stupid question sorry Kent. Anyway Jello boy I don’t know if you that I am officially dating the beautiful and stunning Y/N now.”

“I care why?” Kent said unimpressed.

“Oh You should care because it means so help me god if I catch you making fun of them again or Jordan again I will be the one happily donating your slimy body to the science lab myself, am I clear?”

Kent must have ran off because you never heard a response.

But you did hear Chris continuing to yelling and cheering down the hall.

You sighed happily.

You love that crazy man.

The end.

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Ta-da!

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it was a lot of fun to write.

For anyone who doesn’t get why the MC is Saying you’re my 42. In "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," the number 42 is famously presented as the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

I thought it was a cute little add in.

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You rule my world

A Chris knight Best friend imagine.

Word count 810

Warnings: none besides a tad bit of emotional/mental distress but this is 100% pure fluffy fluff fluff.

This is super short but I wanted to write something fluffy and I was bored.

If you see mistakes no you don’t.

Enjoy.

You loved being at pacific tech it was wonderful you felt seen for the first time your intelligence was actually listened to.

you were slowly making new friends with your fellow classmates.

but you have also become your own worst enemy in a way mentally beating yourself up on unfinished projects and solutions for unsolved problems you’ve experienced extreme burnout and anxiety.

But on bad days you're thankful that you have your best friend Chris knight who in his words “would rather go on jeopardy against Kent and lose by zero than ever see you sad.”

Today was one of those days Nothing went right you might’ve accidentally blown up the science lab. (Not the first time and nobody was even mad.) as you were walking to your next class you slipped and the wind took off with your notes.

“I got them!” A voice said from a far.

It was Chris he was wearing his I heart toxic waste shirt and pink pajama pants and a pair of mix matched a blue and red converse shoes.

“Y/n, they have a fantastic invention that holds these down called a paperclip.” He said as he handed you the mixed up notes.

“Smartass.” You say as you take the papers from him.

“Oh I’m smart in other places other than my ass Y/n.”

You laughed but it wasn’t your usual laugh that Chris loved so much it was more tired and sad. Could you have a sad laugh? He didn't know but he didn’t like the sound of it.

“What’s wrong? You're usually more sarcastic did Kent say something again because if he did I can ask Jordan to help me set up a rat maze and Mitch has a dog shock collar from his aunts dog . if you want payback Come on, it would be for science and it’s fun.”

You shook your head.

“No no , as funny as that would be, I just don’t feel like it.”

Chris immediately put his hands on your forehead.

“Are you sick? No, I would know if you were sick because I would be sick, am I sick? no I don’t get sick I refuse to get sick.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his hands off your head.

“I’m not physically sick, more mentally sick.”

Chris looked down at you horrified.

“That’s even worse than being physically sick because I can fix that by mixing up some cells and some eggs or some chemicals into an injection and that’s it 123 done sticker and a lollipop situation but mentally I can’t fix that unless this is your way of telling me you're finally agreeing to that brain probe I wanted to try.” He says as he puts his hand on your head.

“No!” You squeal running a few feet away from him.

“Settle down. I was just teasing Y/N, the government would never agree to it after that last time we worked together and it led to tasty house destroying results.”

He said as he thought back to something that happened in late spring that is now referred to as “The popcorn incident of 85’.”

“Who cleaned all that up anyway?” You asked as the two of you walked toward your next class.

“Birds it was awesome god I wish you were enrolled earlier so we could have watched it together Y/N, Jerry was attacked by birds every time he tried to go inside and I can’t confirm it but I think one of those birds birds that have a large mouth might have attacked him. It was awesome Y/N.” He said in between breaking into fits of giggles and laughs.

“Chris, do you mean a pelican?” You asked your own giggles cut you off.

Your negative thoughts are now forgotten and replaced by laughter.

“Yeah that’s the one.” He said but not about the bird.

You laughed Success! It was the laugh Chris loved.

You both walked in peaceful silence until Chris spoke up.

“Go out with me?” He said randomly.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

“Were you talking to me?”

“Well it’d be lonely if I took myself to dinner again.” He said looking at his feet.

“Okay pick me up at seven.” You said with a soft smile.

“Wait Did you say yes?” He said his voice was getting louder.

“Yes I did.”

You swore they could hear him yell from space. It made you cover your ears.

“SHE SAID YES! WOOHOO YEAH BABY!! I have a date with the smartest person on campus! Oh it’s Christmas but it’s not, it's July well it could be there is no law saying it’s not. but who cares About that I have a date to prepare for.” He said as he left you standing by the remains of the founder's statue laughing.

You could still hear Chris far off in the distance still cheering your date acceptance.

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That’s it I hope you enjoyed it.

It was just a little fluffy thing to make you laugh maybe or smile whichever.

It’s Tagging time!

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[mysterious-adventurer]

I've had a couple of requests for this. I also know some of this was wanted by some of y'all (and ME!) So I'm gonna go ahead and do it while I have all this inspo! 😁

I hope you enjoy!!

How Chris Knight would act with different types of gf headcanons!!

Gf that's smarter than him headcanons:

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He's honestly so supportive of the fact that you're even more of a genius than him

He's always learning new things from you almost every day

He loves that he has someone around who can challenge his intellect

Sometimes, just to be a little bit of a playful ass, he'll mess with your experiments when you're not looking. Usually, you figure it out right away and are able to fix it, but every now and again he'll get you good

He takes it upon himself to partake in most of your research and experiments whether you want him to or not

Seriously

He'll volunteer even if it's potentially dangerous

He constantly brags about how smart you are to everyone, even the cashier at the grocery store.

Your parents love him to death, and your mom always jokes about how your kids will be the smartest on the planet.

Chris always grins at you when that subject comes up, causing you to blush and punch him in the arm.

He loves pouting at you when he doesn't get his way.

Artsy gf headcanons:

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He's really happy that you've found something that you really love and are very good at

He'll offer to model for you if you're painting or help position things for you.

He's always finding little reminders of you in his dorm, whether it's a paintbrush or a box of pastels.

Once, he found a sketch book full of sketches of him while he was working on different projects. He'd never been so hot for you in his life.

He's always going out to buy you more supplies.

He'll always find the cutest little artsy restaurants and cafés to take you too.

He looks at you in absolutely awe and wonder as you explain the various types of art around the place

He always talks about how you two together are the perfect balance and even tells you that you help make him a smarter man.

Even though he's the super smart one, he's always calling you the genius.

Not so smart gf headcanons:

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First off all, he NEVER goes out of his way to make you feel stupid or inferior (and to be fair, you're not stupid at all. You're just not so academically inclined.)

Anyone who ever insults your intelligence better hope he's not around to hear it because woah buddy will they get it.

He helps tutor you on the weekends

He always takes it slow when explaining things to you. He knows how frustrated you can get with yourself if you don't get something right away.

Speaking of being frustrated, Chris is the master at dealing with your frustrations. If he senses you getting too worked up, he'll make you take a break, and he'll either take you to the arcade or to get ice cream.

He loves cracking playful jokes at your expense, but never anything he knows would hurt you.

He's the most patient person on the planet with you. Even if he has to explain something to you twenty times over, he still does it with a smile and never gets angry or snaps at you.

The thing he admires most about you is how sweet and genuine you are with him.

He always finds himself lured in by your warmth, and he almost never wants to be away from you.

He wants to propose to you right after graduation.

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AAAAAANNND... Thank you to the couple of anons who sent me requests!! I hope you love it!

[mysterious-adventurer]

Time After Time!

Paring: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky(86) x Bradshaw fem!reader(Gooses little sister)

Summary: After finding her fiancé in bed with her best friend y/n packs her bags and heads to her big brother's house. She makes a promise to herself no more love not waiting to get her heart broke again but when she meets her brothers pilot friend Tom Kazansky will she be able to keep that promise or will she give love another shot?

Warnings: Cheating, Goose being Goose and over protective brother, Mav being Mav, Carol's sweet self, kissing, fighing, yelling, Drinking, young Bradley, asshole ex, mentions of DV.

Word Count:5,825

A/N: Requested by @anniearmitage I hope you enjoy it! It was my first Iceman story! Also this is a AU where Iceman never gets cancer (or Val Kilmer never messes with his beautiful face with all that plastic surgery)or where Goose never dies bc I said so and I love Goose and he deserved a happy ending with Carol and Rooster :) This was one of my favorite things I have written I have a soft spot for Iceman he's definitely my top gun OG crush!

"OH MY GOD" you yell walking into your bedroom seeing your fiancé in bed with another woman. Not just any woman a woman you know very well your bestfriend since middle school Amanda.

"Baby it's not what it looks like" Greg says

"Are you really saying that to me right now with my best friend naked in bed with you, and you" you turn to your now former best friend "have 30 seconds to get the fuck out of my house before I go get that gun Nick gave me"

Without a another you head to your closet grab your suitcase and start packing. The whole time you are stuffing things into your bags your fiancé is begging you not to leave him. Once done getting your things you grab your car keys then turn to your now ex fiancé

"I'll be back for the rest of my stuff everything else is yours along with this" you say taking your engagement ring off throwing it at him. Without another word you walk out the door and get in your car and start the 4 hour drive to your older brothers house in San Diego.

Knock*Knock*Knock*

It's 1:30 in the morning when you start knocking on your brothers door, you're exhausted mentally and physically and just want the day to be over

The porch light comes on and the door opens to a bed head Goose in nothing but pajama pants.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you ok?"your brother ask clearly confused to why his baby sister is on his door step at 1:30 in the morning.

"Can I stay here for a little awhile please Nicky" you ask fighting back tears

"Yeah of course come in but you didn't answer me what happened? Where's Greg?" Goose ask again

Thats when you couldn't hold your tears back anymore, you fell into your brothers arms finally crying for the first time since finding your fiancé in bed with your best friend.

"Hey hey y/n what's wrong talk to me" your brother practally begs

"I found him in bed with Amanda Nicky, my best fucking friend has been fucking my fiancé for months" you cry

Goose doesn't say anything just holds his baby sister.

"Goose honey who's at the-" you hear your sister in laws voice start to say but stops when she sees you in your brothers arms.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you Carol I didn't have anywhere else to go" you look to your sister in law wipping your tears

"You're fine what happened are you ok" she ask looking between you and Goose, before you can answer your brother speaks first

"She caught Greg in bed with Amanda"

"Oh honey I'm so sorry come here" Carol says pulling you into her arms

"I'm gonna go get your stuff sis then I'll kick Mav's drunk ass out of the guest room so you can have that" your brother says kissing the top of your head

"Goosey let Mav sleep I'm fine on the couch" you tell him

"You sure because I really don't mind kicking him out of bed, he made me do the "lost that loving feeling" serenade tonight" he says rolling his eyes

"Well if he's asleep in your guest room I'm guessing it didn't work,don't give him anymore heart break tonight" you laugh

"She threw her drink on him It was great" your brother says grinning from ear to ear and you couldn't help but laugh at that mental picture.

Your brother goes to get your things and set the couch up while you and Carol go in the kitchen to make some tea.

"Are you hungry I made spaghetti tonight" Carol offers

"I'm ok Carol I don't think I could keep it down I've been sick to my stomach since I walked in my house I feel so fucking stupid how did I not see the signs? I trusted him i trusted her! I dont know who I'm more hurt by the man I said I'd marry or the friend ive had since i was 12. Whats wrong with me Carol? I am done with love!" you vent letting more tears fall

"Oh sweetie there is nothing wrong with you, this is not your fault. They dont deserve your love or trust." she saying hugging you

"She's right little sister. I know now isn't the best time but I never liked Greg he wasn't good enough for my baby sister" your brother say

"Will anybody ever be good enough for me Nicky"

"Nobody" he smiles.

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The next morning you're woken up by the sound of your 3 year old nephew yelling your name.

"Auntie y/n I so happy you here I misssted you" young Bradley yells jumping on you giving you a big hug

"UGH hey little B I missed you too" you say wrapping your nephew in a big hug "mommy make pancase with chocowit chips come and daddy and unckie Mav is there too comes on" he said jumping off you and pulling your at your arms "I'm coming I'm coming" you give in letting him pull you up.

Walking into the kitchen you see your brother and Maverick having coffee and your sister in law turning pancakes on the stove

"I gots her up daddy can i have my prane now" Bradley says running to Goose "here you go buddy" handing him his toy plane

"You bribed my nephew to wake me up Nick really" you say looking at your brother and he just shurgs

"Hey little Bradshaw long time no see" Mav says getting up coming to give you a hug. Mav has always been like a 2nd older brother to you since the day Goose brought him home you always called him Nicks little puppy.

"Hey Mav it's good to see you" you tell him hugging him back. "You didn't have to sleep on the couch you could have kicked me out of the guest room" he tells you

"That's what I told her but she wouldn't let me" Goose laughs

"Well I figured you had a rough enough night with your song not working and a drink in your face I didn't want to add to it" you smile at him "Ouch that hurts" he fake pouts

After breakfast you shower and get ready for the day just wanting to enjoy your family and hopefully take your mind off your broken heart. When you walk in the livingroom everyone is sitting watching your nephew play with his toys but they all turn their heads when they hear your footsteps.

"Me and Mav have to go to base, wanna go see our planes Carol and Bradley are going too" your brother ask as you make it to the couch

"Yeah I'd love too I always loved seeing the jets" you say with a smile

"Daddy and unckie Mav fwy a prane like mine" Bradley holds up his toy fighter jet up with a smile "he does that's so awesome little b, are you gonna fly one when you grow up" you ask "yep" he smiles

"You finally get to meet the rest of the guys" Mav says

"I didn't have time to grab alot of clothes so is this ok" you ask gesturing to your shorts and hoodie. "Yeah that's fine. We need to get the rest of your things" your brother says

"I know Nicky just give me a few days to process then I'll figure out when to get my stuff"

"You're not going alone I hope you know that me and Mav are coming with you" your brother says in his best dad voice "yes sir" you mock salute to which earns you an eye roll.

An hour later you are all heading to load up when Mav hands you his extra helmet

"Whats this for" you question "it's been awhile since you rode on my bike so get on"

"Mav don't do anything stupid with my sister on the back, I'll kill you" your brother warns

"I got her Goose just chill" Mav says rolling his eyes and mounting his bike

"Yeah Mitchell don't do anything stupid I'm about to meet some sexy fighter pilots gotta look my best" you laugh

Your comment made your stop strapping your nephew in his carseat and look at you and says "that's not happening they are all off limits and I'll tell them the same thing about you"

"Yeah yeah yeah, Mav let's go gotta beat big brother there before he scares all the cute ones away" you laugh and strap your helmet on while Maverick starts his bike.

"She gonna be the death of me" Goose says under his breath

Once on base Mav drives straight to the hanger where all the planes are and parks his bike. You begin to make your way in when an older man stops to talk to Mav.

As the 2 men are talking you look around and 2 pilots catch your attention. They look to be about the same height one has light brown hair and the other very blonde hair. You must have caught their attention because they both stop and look at you. You know you told yourself no more love but a girl can have fun right?

Both men were cute but there was just something about the blonde that made your insides do flips and thighs clench.

Mav pulls you out of your thoughts by calling your name.

"What" you question looking over to him. He looks over to where you were just looking and sees Iceman and Slider looking at you then sees you and Iceman wave at each other.

"Oh no no no little Bradshaw" he says shaking his head "what are you talking about Pete"

"Your brother would kill me then Ice then you, do you want our Godson growing up with his father is prison" Maverick says still shaking his head "Maverick what are you talking about all I did was wave to someone doesn't mean I'm gonna jump in bed with the man"

"You better not Goose would be pissed" Mav says "Well one I'm a grown woman so my brother doesn't have a say in anything I do and two I just found my fiancé in bed with my best friend I'm not looking for a guy plus I have plenty of toys" you say that last part with a smirk

"I didn't want to know that" he shakes his head. "Didn't want to know what" Goose says coming out of nowhere

"You don't wanna know dude trust me" Mav says to his best friend

"Where's little b and Carol" you ask your brother

"Potty break she's gonna meet us in there"

"Hey Goose, Hey Mav" the guy with brown hair says walking over with the cute blonde right behind him "and who is this" he says looking you up and down

"Slider Iceman this is my little sister y/n, y/n this is Slider" he points to the taller one with brown hair "and this is Iceman" he points to the blonde.

Both yours and Icemans eyes are glued to each other. He has the most beautiful green eyes you have ever seen and not gonna lie he's so gorgeous it takes your breath away.

You reach your hand out to shake their hand Sliders shakes her hand first then Iceman. "Its nice to meet yall" you say never taking your eyes off Iceman. Your brother doesn't miss the fact that you and Iceman haven't taken your eyes off each other.

"So I know your callsigns what's your real names" you ask the two pilots

"Ron" Tom" they say their names at the same time.

"Goose where have you been hiding her" Slider ask making you blush. "Don't think about it either of you she's off limits got it" your brother says pointing to the two men keeping his eyes trained on Iceman for a few seconds longer. You give your brother the same look your mom gave him when you were growing up.

"Nicholas Bradshaw I'm 24 not 12 " you say hitting your brothers arm causing your brother to grab his arm and let out a soft "ouch" and the other 3 men to laugh.

"She's feisty Goose I like her" Iceman laughs then winks at you. Your sure your face is 2 shades redder then it was 5 seconds ago.

"Anyways" Mav says bringing everyone's attention to him "we will going to the O club tonight for Hollywoods birthday"

"Yeah me and Carol got a sitter for Brad" Goose says "Nick you don't have to pay a sitter I'll keep him" you tell your brother

"No y/n come out with us meet the rest of the guys let loose and forget that asshole and your life in Bakersfield" your brother all but begs "are you sure I don't want to crash anyone's party"

"We're sure you need a night out" Mav says "ok guess I'll go but I might need a little more cash big brothers it was kinda late to stop by my bank" you smile up to Goose and Mav, who just roll their eyes and shake their heads.

Carol and Bradley join the four of you and when she sees the way you and Ice keep looking at each other she smirks to herself When the men walk away she turns to you with a smile "I saw the way you and Tom were looking at each other, he's sweet and cute"

"I told you I'm done with love Im done with guys I don't want my heart broken again I don't think I'll ever trust another guy after what happened" you tell her "Oh you'll find love again y/n it will just take the right man at the right time to come along and prove he's not like Greg because not everyone is"

"Maybe you're right but for now it's just me and my toys" you laugh "but youre right Iceman is really cute"

A few hours later you are at the O club with your brother and his friends and having a great time. It's been so long you went out and really enjoyed yourself. You're really starting to see you maybe weren't as happy in Bakersfield with Greg as you made yourself believe and as much as your hurting maybe all that happened in a blessing in disguise.

You're waiting for your drink at the bar when you hear a voice behind you.

"You having a good time" you turn and see Ice. He's out of his flight suit and in a pair of jeans and a navy shirt and man does he look good!

"no y/n snap out of it no guys they are nothing but heartache" you tell yourself

"Yeah I am I'm happy I came out tonight" you tell him "Yeah me too" he smiles

"So what's your story y/n Bradshaw" he ask taking a sip of his drink "who says I have a story Iceman" you smirk

"I can just tell call it intuition" he says

You smile up at Ice but before you can say anything the bartender comes over with your drink "here's ma'am that's $4" you thank him and reach for your cash but are stopped by Ice's hand "I got it" he says with a smile then hands the bartender some cash and tells him to keep the rest.

"Thank you that was sweet" you tell him "it's no problem buying a beautiful lady a drink"

His comment makes you blush you can feel it. "So now Miss Bradshaw what's your story" he ask

You go on to tell him what brought you to San Diego and tell him you plan find a job and stay.

"What do you do" he ask "I'm a RN I was working in the ER in a hospital back in Bakersfield but I'd love to work in labor and delivery or as a pediatric nurse that's my dream anyways I love babies and kids"

"Yeah I saw you with little Bradley today you seem good with kids"

Across the bar Carol watches with a smile on her face as you and Ice talk and flirt. She thinks the 2 of you would be cute together if you can get past your over protective brother and his sidekick. Goose looks to his wife and follows her line of site

"Oh no this is not happening" he says raising is voice and standing up getting Mavericks and Sliders attention. They look to where their friend is looking and see what's got him so fired up.

"Nick sit down now y/n is a grown woman and Tom is a nice guy let them be shes been through alot" Carol says pulling her husband back in his seat "Iceman is not dating my sister Carol"

"Who says anything about dating they are just talking" she says "no they are flirting which leads to kissing, which leads to sex which leads to my sister pregnant with a Kazansky child"

"Oh Goose shut up you're so dramatic and you wonder where Bradley gets it from" Carol says shaking her head

"Don't worry Goose Ice has plenty of condoms and your sister wouldn't be disappointed from things ive heard coming from his room" Sliders says bursting out laughing causing him to get a death glare from Goose

"You're not helping Ron, now honey let your sister talk and flirt she deserves that after what she's been through"

Back at the you and Ice continue to talk and flirt when the music changes from up beat to slow and you recognize the song beginning to play as Cyndi Lauper "Time after Time"

Ice stand up from his seat and holds out his hand and ask "Will you dance with me Miss Bradshaw?" You smile up at him taking his hand "I'd love to Lieutenant Kazansky"

Ice leads you out on the dance floor wraps his arms around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck and sway to the music.

"If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting

Time after time

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting

Time after time"

You don't know what it is about Ice, that makes you feel at ease. Maybe it's his bright green eyes, his smile or maybe it's the fact that he's in the navy but what ever this feeling is you are scared to death and just want to guard your heart, but it would be nice to have a friend.

"You wanna get out of here maybe go get something to eat" Ice ask when the song ends. "That sounds good" you smile "I should probably go tell Nick so he's not freaking out when he can't find me"

"I'll wait up at the bar for you"

You walk over to where your brother is sitting with his friends, you know he's gonna lose it so you gotta make this short and hope Carol can stop him from following you.

"Hey Nick I'll see you back at the house just leave a key under the mat" you tell your brother

"Where the hell are you going" your brother and Mav stands up and ask "I'm going to get something to eat with Tom and I don't wanna hear a word about it Nick or from you either Pete"

Before your brother or Maverick can say anything Carol speaks up "that's great here's my set of keys go and have a good time I'll have the guest room set up when you get back"

"You're letting her go on a date with Iceman" your brother says throwing his hands in the air "one it's not a date Goose and 2 she's a big girl she doesn't need your permission or your Maverick, now y/n go before your brothers puts Tom in a headlock" Carol says "thanks Carol I'll see you guys later, don't wait up" you laugh

"Be home by midnight I mean it y/n" your brother yells as you walk away. "Make that 11:30" Maverick yells. You just flip them off while making your way to the bar we're Ice is waiting for you.

"You ready to go" Ice ask smiling "yes" you smile back and Ice places his hand on your lower back and escorts you out of the bar

Your brother watches you leave the bar with Ice and narrows his eyes and looks at his best friend who has the same look he does "I don't like this Mav" Goose says as you walk out the door "I don't either Goose"

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It's been 3 months since leaving your life in Bakersfield and starting over in San Diego. You found a job in a pediatricians office and you were really loving working with kids.

And you have also been getting close to Ice much to both Goose and Mavericks dismay. He was quickly becoming one of your best friends. You go to dinner a few times a week together, to the beach when you both have a chance, and he has even taken you up in his jet. You have had long and deep conversations about both your lives. It was just easy being being with him, like you didn't have to try so hard.

When your round him you feel those sparks and butterflies but you are still so scared to get your heart broke again you have kepted him at arms length.

This weekend you were finally moving out of your brothers house and into your own apartment. You only had one last piece of your old life to deal with...going to get your things.

You have been putting it off long enough making the excuse you didn't have the room but really you just didn't want to face your past. You heard Greg and Amanda are together now living in your house and didn't want to face that.

"Y/n Mav and Ice are here you ready to go" your brother yells up the stairs to you "Yeah I'm coming" you yell back.

Today was the day you were finally going to get your things and your brother Mav and Ice are coming with you to make sure there isn't any problems.

You walk down stairs and see the 3 men sitting on the couch "ok I'm ready let's get this over with and get home I'm ready to put that life behind me" you say slipping on your shoes.

"Y/n your riding with me and Mav your riding with Ice" your brother says as you all walk out the door.

"I'm not riding with him" both Mav and Ice say at the same time. "Fine Ice you ride with me Y/n go with Mav" Goose says

"Nobody is driving my truck but me Bradshaw" Ice stares your brother down

"Nicky stop being stupid I'm going with Ice Mav your going with my stupid brother, now can we please go" you say crossing your arms. "Fine Mav get in the bronco" Goose mumbles

The drive to Bakersfield was a fun but drives with Ice are always fun. This man makes you laugh til you cry and your stomach hurts. As you get closer you start to get quiet Ice reaches across the bench seat in his 84 chevrolet and grabs your hand.

"Whats going through that pretty head of ours? Talk to me y/n"

You take a deep breath and say "I'm just ready to get this chapter of my life over to never have to see either of them again. I'm excited to really start my life and be free"

"Just a few more baby" Ice smiles then looks back at the road. That's the first time he's ever used that pet name with you and you don't hate it, it actually nice.

Another 30 minutes and you are pulling into your old drive way. You see both Greg's and Amanda's cars are there, you really have to mentally prepare yourself for this you weren't expecting both of them to be here.

"You ready" Ice ask. You look over to him "ready as I'll ever be"

You and the boys all walk to the door and knock waiting for someone to answer.

"Isn't this house in your name y/n? Why are you knocking on your own door" Maverick ask

"Because Mav I'm trying to keep-" you are cut off with the door opening.

"Oh its you finally come to get your shit out of my house oh and you brought the Navy how cute" Amanda says standing in the doorway with her arms crossed

"First off this place is still in my name Amanda so this is my house, now move" you tell her pushing your way through the door and into the livingroom with the guys following.

Greg comes out of the kitchen and stops in his tracks "were the body guards really necessary y/n." he says in a venomous voice

"Hey watch your tone with my sister Greg I mean it" your brother says in his own venomous voice taking a step forward

"You know exactly why I brought body guards Greg" you say narrowing your eyes at him. Ice picked up on what you meant right away and it made his jaw twitch "Now I want my stuff and nothing better not be broken or missing" you say looking at both him and Amanda then walking to the guest room.

About an hour later you and the guys are almost done just a couple boxes remain, your getting your last few things when you hear Amanda behind you.

"My money's on the blonde" she says and you look back at her. "What are you talking about Amanda"

"Which one you're fucking, it's not your brother and I doubt it's Pete he still looks at you like a sister so by default it's the cute blonde"

"Well you're wrong me and Tom are just friends" you tell her picking up a box trying to make your way into the livingroom but she blocks your way. "What worried he'll get bored of you too, I mean Greg put a ring on your finger and he still got bored"

You look at her with hatred in your eyes "move Amanda" you say in a low voice "and the blonde is sexy as hell gorgeous eyes and smile and those arms"

"Amanda one last warning get.out.of.my.way" you tell her

"What can't two old friends talk about boys like we use to, if you don't want him I'll give him the ride of his life" she says the last part slowly. That's when you snap, you drop the box and punch her in the face.

The boys hear Amanda screaming from outside the house and come running, but Greg already being in the house gets there first and sees you on top of her throwing another punch. He grabs you by your ponytail and slings you in the wall then back hands you just as your navy body guards come around the corner.

"DID YOU JUST HIT MY SISTER MOTHER FUCKER" Goose yells and tries to lunge at your ex but Ice beat him to it, taking Greg to the ground and punching him over and over.

"Mav get her out out now" your brother yells before going to pull Ice off. "Nick get my box it has Grandma Rose's stuff" you say while Mav pulls you away.

"OK Ice that's enough he's not worth your career or jail time" Goose says pulling finally being able to pull Ice off "if you ever come near her, call her or even think about her I will fucking kill you got it!" Then turns to your brother "Oh and Goose that isn't the first time he's hit her" he says shrugging Goose off of him.

Goose looks at Greg who has blood pouring from his face "you've hit my sister before" he says before getting his own punch in then grabs your box "come on Ice"

You see Goose and Ice come out of the house and you take off running, right into icemans arms.

"Wow ok thanks guess I'm just nobody" your brother says

"I'm ok are you look at me" Ice says tilting your head up for him to see. He sees a bruise forming on your cheek with a cut from what looks like a ring and he fights everything not to go back in the house and beat him more.

"Let's go before he pussys out and calls the cops, let's go to that diner so I can clean your face" Ice says leading you to his truck.

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You're quite most of the ride home not knowing what to say and just trying to process everything that went down. You dozed off about half way home feeling drained for the days events.

Tom gently shakes you awake when he pulls into your brothers drive way. "Hey pretty girl we're here"

You open your eyes just and take a few seconds to adjust. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep Ice I guess today just got to me"

"Don't apologize baby doll it's been one hell of a day" he says pushing some stray hair out of your face.

"Tom I am so sorry you got caught up in all my bull shit you didn't sign up for all this today" you tell him

"And don't apologize about that either I'll always protect you with my fist or my life and I promise him nor any other man will ever put their hands on my girl ever again" he says

You smile at the name "your girl huh"

"Yeah my girl you've been my girl since the day at the hanger. And I know you have been through alot and have a wall up but I want to show you I'm not him I would never treat you badly or ever put my hands on you. I want to show you that...I love you Y/n Bradshaw with my whole heart and soul. I know I'm gonna have to work to get that wall all the way down and build your trust and we can take this as slow as you need but please give me a chance just one chance to show you how much I love you to show you how a real man treats the woman he loves, to show you are more important to me then anything or anyone in my life. Please just one chance baby I'm begging" Ice says with his voice cracking a little bit.

You have tears in your eyes listening to what he says. It's so beautiful and you are having a war between head and your heart. You love Tom but you don't want to get hurt again. You stay stay silent for a minute before you respond.

"I love you too Ice more then I have ever loved anymore. And you're right I do have a wall up, and I want to let it down for you I want to let you all the way in you're my best friend I'm just so scared Ice" tears coming down your face. Ice wipes your tears and smiles that beautiful smile you fell for.

"I know you are baby and I am willing to do what ever it takes to break that wall down to get your heart let me show you prove it to you please" he says resting his forehead on yours.

You decide to take another chance at love "ok you get one chance Tom Kazansky please don't break my heart I'm begging you I'm trusting you please don't break my heart" you say

"I promise I won't I love you so much" he says before his lips are on yours in a heated passionate kiss.

Your hands go to his blonde locks and you straddle his lap, lips never leaving his. You feel every emotion in the kiss and the first little piece of the wall you put up is chipped away. Ice begins to kiss down your neck and whispers "I love you" over and over

You are pulled apart by a knock on the window, you both look up and see Goose and Mav with their arms crossed and Carol standing behind them with the biggest smile. Ice rolls the window and you speak up before he can.

"Can I help you two" you say looking from Goose to Mav who still stay nothing.

"We still don't like this, but we can't stop you so Ice here's your one warning you hurt her in anyway I'll have Mav ram your jet" Goose says

"You don't have to worry about that mother Goose I'm gonna treat her like a queen" Ice says smiling.

"OK you boys did your scary brother thing get in the house and Tom" Carol says looking from Goose and Mav to Ice "take her to bed or lose her forever stud"

"Yes ma'am" Ice says starting his truck up.

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You sit at the wedding reception for Bradley, watching your husband of 30 years goof off with your brother and Mav. You have never once regretted giving your heart to Tom and he has never broken his promise.

You have had the perfect life with Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. You have watched him climb the Navy ranks to become a 4 star admiral commander, and save your brothers and Maverick asses and careers more times then you can count. You have raised 3 beautiful children and have welcomed 2 grandchildren with him and none of this would have happened if you didn't give love another chance.

Your broke out of your thoughts by a very familiar song and your husband holding out his hand "will you dance with me Mrs.Kazansky" your husband ask "I'd love to Admiral Kazansky" you say taking his hand for him to lead you on the dance for floor.

"Thank you for keeping your promise all those years go Mr.Kazansky" you say with a smile "thank you for giving me a chance and your heart all those years ago Mrs.Kazansky" he smiles back

"I love you Ice" you whisper

"I love you too baby" he smiles back then kisses your lips giving you the same butterflies you had since the day you saw him the hanger all those years go.

"If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting

Time after time

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting

Time after time"

[mysterious-adventurer]

Make Up to Make Out

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Requested by: None

Request: N/a

Pairings: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x f!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, kissing, arguments, major character death, Enemies to lovers

Word count: 2769

A/n: Honestly? This has been sitting in my drafts for forever and in light of recent Val Kilmer news I felt I needed to post something.

Taglist:

@footprintsinthesxnd

@inglourious-imagines

@anamiad00msday

@grenadesandglory

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For as long as you remembered knowing Iceman, you'd never known anything but a loathe for the blond pilot. Something about him made your blood boil. Maybe it was his perfection. The way he was already 5 steps ahead of everybody else before a decision had ever been made. He trained hard and was gruelingly strict on his self-discipline, and it made him a great pilot. One many would call perfect. It rubbed you the wrong way.

Or, if it wasn’t his utter perfection, maybe it was his unwavering cold attitude. His air of superiority and how he always wore this unamused gaze– almost like he was bored with you. The one that seemed to say to you “I don’t like you because you are less and incompetent” and that infuriated you. 

And it wasn't a matter of believing if that's how he felt about every other pilot in Top Gun, because the blond aviator had stated it (along with his just as irritating RIO,) many times. But what didn’t help his case in your eyes was that he very obviously waved that arrogance around on a high flag. 

The not-so-crazy thing was that he very strongly disliked you, too. He hated the way you could read him like an open book. How you could take one look at him and be able to tell exactly what was going on in his head. It was like you had X-ray vision or something. Your superpower unnerved him. He was renowned for being stone cold, unreadable, stoic, this untouchable pilot. Yet, you threw that whole concept out the window. It tore him apart and he hated to admit that, so instead he channeled that funny feeling he'd get in his mouth when you saw through him to simply hating you.

And perhaps it was selfish of him. A defense mechanism of sorts– but he'd never admit that. 

Ice was suiting up to go on an early morning training session. He was already in a bad mood going into it as he was paired with his least favourite aviator, Maverick. Iceman would even go as far as to say he disliked the raven-haired pilot more than you, which was saying something.

However, when he saw you saunter up to him, he wondered if this day could go any worse. As you approached, an arrogant smirk plastered on your face, he felt his irritation spike. Rolling his eyes he turned away from you slightly.

From across the lockers you'd managed to pick out the sour look on his face, one that told you that he wasn't ecstatic to be up in the air flying with Maverick. To make a comment about it only felt natural.

“Have fun with Maverick up there,” you chirped, trying to catch his eye, “I'm sure he'll outshine you, but you shouldn’t let it deflate your ego too bad,”

The interaction might've been a little petty on your part, but the look of complete disdain he gave you was worth it.

“Thanks,” he bit jaw clenching involuntarily, not feigning how completely opposite he felt from words. There wasn't an ounce of gratitude in his tone.

You shot him a smile when you saw how ruffled you'd gotten him. A moment later, you turned and left the scene, feeling accomplished.

Joining the rest of the aviators, they were all in their flight suits. Bored and milling about in an open classroom, they chatted and laughed with their friends.

There was little word from the sky, but everyone was itching to hear how the two biggest classroom rivals had done.

A roar filled the air, announcing the return of the aviators. In a few minutes, Viper had entered the room. Everyone snapped to attention, facing the officer.

“There's been an accident,” he began, silencing any questions before they even were asked. “You've all been dismissed for the day. There will be no further flights,” he commanded, but the usual stoic look on his face showed just a flicker of somberness to it, letting you know it was serious.

As Viper left the room, everyone stood in shock for a few minutes before eventually filling out.

On the walk back, word had caught wind of the accident. It wasn't long before you heard what happened to Goose. The information had spread amongst the aviators like wildfire.

It was quiet in the locker rooms that day. You were getting changed when Tom walked in. He didn't spare you a glance, instead moving to his locker and stripping himself of his uniform. 

His movements were machine-like, so much so that you noticed right away. Your unique ability to read him, like always, didn't falter, especially now . A mere glance at his eyes made it plain as day to you that he wasn't okay. His eyes were haunted, a distant, detached look present that made your stomach churn and a frown etch itself onto your face.

He disappeared after that. You finished getting changed and hopped into the showers. The running water was making you think. It wasn't long before an idea popped into your head.

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After the showers and with your idea in mind, you were standing at his door in no time. The rain was a steady downpour, hard water droplets had soaked through your clothes and left you chilled on the short walk. However, a small overhang on the side of the house had you rather grateful to be out of the rain.

You knocked. Nothing greeted your ears to answer. Maybe he'd gone out? Or, if he was in there, you didn't blame him for not answering. 

But no answer wasn't good enough for you. “Tom?” you asked, knocking again, this time louder.

He opened the door. His cool blue gaze met your own. He took a moment to take in your form, shivering in the rain and drenched from head to toe, a confused and quizzical look piercing his usual stoic face. Much to your relief, he stepped aside without a word and allowed you in.

As soon as the door had closed, Tom turned to face you, his expression like stone and his words holding an air of reserve when he spoke, “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see if you were okay,” you answered honestly. Tom's gaze remained unchanged as you explained yourself.

After a long moment of silence and Tom's cold gaze remaining static you spoke again, hoping to clear this air of nervousness and unwelcome, “I'm sorry about Goose, Tom–”

The second Mavericks deceased RIO's name left your lips, you happened to miss his growing frustration. The anger and disdain building in his eyes. A few words in and it seemed as if a floodgate had opened. Tom's eyes flashed like lightning, “Quit that.” He spits, cutting you off while his jaw visibly clenched. “Quit pitying me, because I don't want it. I don't want your condolences. I don't want your help. I don't want you here.”

You opened your mouth to protest, “Tom, I–” 

He didn't stop, only raising his voice over yours, the irritation in his words feeling like lashes from a whip, “Why did you even come here? We're not friends so stop pretending we are! I don't even like you, I hate you. God, You're so annoying.”

Heavy silence settled after his harsh words. Tom was seething, his ice-blue eyes were like a storm. He glared at you indignantly, irises full of disdain so powerful it made you shrink back under his scrutiny. The moment of tense silence seemed to grow as the seconds ticked by, Tom's words left hanging and the feeling shrouding the room like a cloud. 

You could feel hot shame settle over you, your gaze diverting to the floor as embarrassment washed over your body in the form of skin that burned fiercely. Ice was right. 

Why did you come here in the first place? In such a rush? Like you'd been buddy-buddy with the aviator for the entire time you'd been at Top Gun? Who were you kidding, you two had hardly spoken and when you did it was nothing nice coming from either of your mouths. Always bashing the other for their mistakes. Standing here in his barrack room you began to realize your very own stupidity as it turned to look at you in your mind's mental mirror. What were you even doing in his barrack?

Your skin was ablaze, feeling like you'd just been scorched as lava-like embarrassment coursed through your veins. 

Voice quiet, shakier than you'd have liked while you tried to maintain your composure, replied as curtly and strongly as you could, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.”

Ice doesn’t say a word as you leave his room, his face remains stoic while he watches you.

You're tossed back outside into the rain again, this time feeling stupid and naïve. Your emotions are a complete maelstrom. How could you have been so damn stupid.

As soon as you step out from under the overhanging roof you are reminded of the somber weather outside as it clings to your clothes. The rain thunders down around you, a relentless downpour that's only seemed to grow heavier. For a moment, you just pause, tilting your face to the sky and then, in an almost instinctual way, glance over your shoulder. 

Only, the closed door hasn't changed like you'd hoped. It still remains closed, staring blankly back at you. 

Fighting the disappointment, you turn away and begin walking again.

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A few days had passed since the accident.

Something in you had changed, quite drastically, because you no longer had anything to say to Iceman. You hardly even looked in his direction, if at all.

In the locker rooms changing, you refused to spare him a glance. You no longer found yourself standing by him just to poke at him and ruffle his feathers. In the classrooms you sat as many rows in front of him as you could, so you'd only ever have to glance back to look at him, which you never did anyway.

You’d personally never admit to it but it was killing you. Your heart was left in shredded tatters and this wasn’t helping at all.

Similarly, the blond aviator hated to admit it but he too found himself missing it all. It had taken a little while for him to figure out that he'd really fucked up.

Initially, the first day where you had avoided him and acted like you'd never even known him, he wasn't all that surprised or worried. He knew you'd come back to him. 

He'd even managed to convince himself the feeling in his chest was relief. He wanted you gone, right? 

But the feeling was everything but relief.  When you didn't come back to him, he tried not to panic but he found that futile. One day turned into two, turned into three, and before long you hadn't so much as looked at him or talked for a whole week.

He realized that he didn't want you gone. He didn't want your comments or playful jabs to stop.

He realized he loved you. 

Everyone was in a classroom inside, learning principles of flight and dogfighting tactics. The lesson was boring to Iceman, who’d heard the data a million times over. 

Thankfully, the lesson was over quick and it was time for everyone to go back to their own residences.

As Iceman stepped outside, he noticed the small prickle of droplets on his skin. It was raining, and Ice was violently thrown back to the day you’d shown up to his door, soaking wet and sniffly.

He shuddered at the reminder, walking with haste through the downpour. It was then he caught sight of you, just a little bit ahead of him, walking down the paved walkway.

A near overwhelming remorse overtook him. He had to make it right to you.

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 You walk with hurried steps, trying to escape the rain before it ruins your uniform. Through the noise, you can hardly hear your name being yelled over the whispered screams of the downpour. You turn around and are met with the image of a hurried iceman, jogging with haste towards you.

He comes to a stop right in front of you, “Hey,” he pants, taking a few breaths while he gazes down at you.

For a long time you do nothing but stare, taking notice of everything small: The way his chest rises and falls– a little heavier than normal.

The hair that sticks to his forehead, an occasional raindrop dripping off.

His eyes, how they’ve shifted into one of genuine apology, a contrast to the angry ones you’d witnessed when he snapped at you.

The same pair of eyes that now stare into yours, equalling your gaze. Buried deep, yet in a way so controversially recognizable there lies a plea in them that almost scream at you to accept his apology.

In all honesty, you don't know what to say to him. If you should be mad because of what he said or understanding because you know Goose’s accident was, and probably still is somewhere on his mind.

“Listen, I-” he pauses, straightening his posture, “I’m really sorry about what I said to you. I promise, I didn't mean it,” he finally says, “I didn’t mean any of it.”

He brings a hand up to wipe the water out of his eyes, blinking to look at you.

“What you said was really mean,” you replied quietly, still feeling that pulsating hurt from earlier. 

Ice nods, “I know.”

Silence settles again, but it’s only temporary.

You sigh, deciding to ask the thing that’s been on your mind this whole time, “why do you hate me?” In truth, you want to ask him if he has any idea what he was doing to you by it.

It’s a simple question, but one that has the seriousness of a funeral and the demand of a Navy General. 

“I don’t,” Ice replies, shaking his head. “Quite the opposite,” he adds quietly.

Now this peaks your interest, catching you completely off guard, “What?” You ask, giving him a quizzical look. You can feel your heart in your throat, beating wildly.

He pauses, blinking and staring for a moment that seems to go on for eternity. You wait with baited breath.“I love you,” he finally breathes.

The confession isn’t at all what you’d expected- not in a million years. But, it comes more of a relief.

Hesitantly, you take a step closer to him. Something that is such a miniscule action yet so major, and Ice notices it. He takes his own step, making it so he’s standing a few mere inches from you. His head is tilted so his eyes are on yours, icy blue and full of emotion. 

His breath is warm against your face. Your eyes wander his face, trailing across the contour of his cheeks, down his nose, stopping on his lips before returning to his eyes.

A blush finds its way to your cheeks when you find the small amusement present in his eyes. It takes everything in you to not lean forward and close that gap and press your lips to his.

“If you don’t make the next move, I will,” you warn, voice holding a small plead to it.

Ice smiles a little, “gladly,” he replies before leaning in and closing the gap.

Your chest explodes at the feeling, breath hitching slightly.

His kiss is tender and soft, but quickly becomes more heated the longer you stand conjoined. The rain falls around you, wetting your hair and dripping down your skin, but you don’t care- too engulfed in him. You blindly reach out, grasping the tight material of his uniform and pulling him into you, deepening the kiss. He doesn’t object, only moving to press his lips even more firmly to yours.

Eventually, and with the utmost reluctance, you have to pull back slightly to gather your breath again.

“Hey Ice,” you murmur, resting your forehead against his, “I think I love you.”

He chuckles, lacing his hand with yours and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Let me walk you home.

Nodding, you let him lead you home. Now, walking with your hand intwined with his, you realize that maybe Ice was never as bad as you thought and you could get used to something with him.

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ || ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

[mysterious-adventurer]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[mysterious-adventurer]

when I was a little kid at some point I got upset with my parents because I didn't have a crucifix in my bedroom and they did- I was like why do YOU get to be safe from vampires??? you're okay with me getting my blood sucked???? so we took a little trip to the catholic store but the one closest to us was run by a group of nuns that had been moved here from romania. I got a little baby pink cross and this sweet old nun was like 'aww, is this a baptism gift?' and I was like no. I need to be protected from vampires. and she immediately got SO serious and was like 'this is the best one we've got, you'll definitely be safe' and since she was literally from vampire land I was convinced she was like, van helsing. like the whole time my parents had been laughing about how cute my fear was but she literally Knew dracula and was taking my concerns seriously I held this over my parents for so long lmfao