#Benjamin N. Mock

[afewfantasies]

Lucky Strike 🎯 🎱 - Visions - VI

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Pairing: Benny Cross (Bikeriders) X Reader

Summary: The reader extends her stay and Benny confronts her with how he's been feeling. They share their visions of forever before being confronted with unwanted visitors. There are fluffy moments and lots of physical touch.

Word count: 3.4K

He could feel himself getting angry standing at your side. He didn’t think it was possible but hearing you call another man sweet things took him there easily. It was gnawing at him again. How little he had to offer a woman like the one you’d become. The little engagement ring riddled in diamonds was something he could never give you. The wind blows and he tries controlling his temper only to hear the phone slam into the receiver and a few coins falling out. Turning to face him your eyes are all lit up as you chew your bubble gum. 

“We have two more weeks!” You giggle, taking his hands and hopping up and down with excitement. “Think that’s enough time to teach me to ride a Harley?” You ask as Benny’s energy settles.

“Why do you need to learn how to ride a Harley now?” Benny asks, wrapping his arms around you as he turns you to the parking lot.

“Well, my hobbies are much less thrilling” you pop your gum.

Benny smiles, eager to know more. “What are they?”

“My mother’s hobbies, shopping, reading, painting. Silence is the underlying theme.” You jest.

“I’m sure she won’t like you on a bike, your fiancé either” Benny adds fishing for more info on the man.

“Well that’s what friends are for Benny, you keep my secrets and I’ll keep yours. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. We’re on borrowed time so let’s get going so I don’t miss the picnics festivities” you stomp in good spirits. Benny’s smiling at you already indulging outbursts he shouldn’t. 

“What if we blew off the picnic? And just went somewhere just us two?” Benny asks.

“How much money for gas do you have?” You ask handing him a five dollar bill.

“That’ll get us far enough” he comments, pulling out another ten. “This’ll keep us fed” 

“What about if it rains or we need a place to stay?” You ask.

“We can figure it out. You trust me don’t you?” He asks and you find yourself smiling.

“With my life” you confess.

“Why are you so sunny today?” Benny asks, trying to get a hold of his own happiness.

“I get to spend seven more days with my best friend in the entire world who doesn’t expect me to wear stuffy proper clothes, or do anything really but be me and exist. To me that’s as exciting as a brand new shiny Harley is to you.” You explain.

“Now I feel special,” he says sarcastically, only it’s the furthest thing from a lie.

“Benjamin, don’t mock me, I'm being sincere.” you laugh shoving him playfully. Benny grabs your arm pulling you in closer as the two of you laugh.

“Y/N, if it was you or a brand new high performance Harley and unlimited gas. I’d choose you” Benny says.

“Oh wow, I am special. For a bike rider that’s practically wedding vows” you gape genuinely surprised.

“You can’t be surprised, you’re my best friend in the world” he asserts. “You grew up nice, I’d marry you too” Benny says cavalier. He shrugs casually and you laugh.

“Now I know you’re pulling my leg, I see the way you look at my clothes. I know what you and the guys think about my fancy style” you tell him to get on the back of his bike and slide back so he can get on.”

His good humour fades into a serious expression “Not pulling your leg. What’s so hard to believe? You don’t love the other guy and he’d marry you” Benny says and you take a breath closing your eyes. You blank when you try to picture your future with Benny married. He smiles amused that you visualise things in adulthood.

“We both have bikes” he says, starting you off.

“Mhm” you nod motioning for him to keep the visuals coming.

“We live someplace simple but near enough to a shopping mall to feed your habit” he says and you laugh.

You nod some more “Keep going…” 

“And I work at an auto shop or factory. You bake from time to time to make some money.”

Benny continues and you hold out a hand with your eyes till closed moving it from side to side to tell him that part of the vision is so so.

“When do you have time to ride and meet up with the guys?” You ask, opening your eyes and he shrugs.

“Weekends” he proposes.

“This bike is everything to you Benny. Don’t be so quick to give it up for a life of responsibility. We’ve had enough of that” you tell him disregarding his incomplete satirical vision of the future.

“So what your fiancé has more to offer you?” Benny snaps. “Or is an auto mechanic not good enough” he snaps feeling affronted. 

Your brows knit and it takes you a moment to realise it was real for him. You take in enough air to fill your lungs in absolute shock sitting there on his bike. Benny watches as it all comes to you. The revelation hurts, he’d been swimming in confusing feelings for you since he’d laid eyes on you and you hadn't given it a serious thought. He leaves you spinning as he heads in the direction of the outdoor pool to have a smoke and cool off instead of kicking up a fuss.

 Swallowing you look at your feet and then to his bike and then you relax as water comes to your eyes. The thought of hurting Benny is too much. You’d locked up your heart long ago. No expectations, no disappointments. When your fiancé came around it seemed perfect. You’d be tethered to each other out of chosen obligation, not something as fickle as love. He promised to care for you and he would. He’d never have to pretend with you and that there was real love enough. Just not the kind most couples hoped for. The world wasn’t yet ready for him to openly love the man of his choosing and so he opted for a wife that understood and accepted him. Your fiancé was a safe space who ensured that you wouldn’t be the only one playing a role while in public within your society. Pretending to be proper and well off when your humble beginnings suggested otherwise. Getting off the bike you make your way to the pool and find Benny sitting on one of the chairs. He’s gorgeous even when he’s upset. You smile, allowing yourself to see him as more. You sit down beside him and he kills his smoke on the concrete before looking at you with a clenched jaw.

“If you get mad so fast this’ll never work. I’ll wear down your nerves and keep your cigarette pack empty” you tease with a smirk. Benny swallows his own, unable to stay upset with you. “I wasn’t implying you don’t have enough to offer. I was making it clear I don’t expect you to sacrifice your happiness for my comfort” you explain.

“It would make me happy to keep you comfortable” Benny mutters.

“You could work for a bit and then we could save up and buy a mobile home. Huck would give us a truck. We could do something that keeps you on a bike as often as possible.

“That would make you happy?” Benny asks.

“We could drive anywhere, see this country and eventually maybe even the world. An extended adventure. That would make me happy.” you confess allowing yourself a dream.

“Not being a mother?” Benny asks.

“I’d like to live a little first so I can settle down and have something to offer a kid.” You explain. Bennys never heard such a thing. He scratches his head. People got married, got a home and worked until they died to provide for their families. That’s how adulthood had been put to him. “Benny, do you want kids?” You ask.

“Not sure, I mean if it happened I’d be okay with it” he shrugs. “A mobile home?” He asks, looking at you.

“Yeah, cheaper than hotels and motels. You can use it like a tent. A boy from my high school got one he drove all the way down to South America. Said it was life changing” you share.

“That’s what you want?” Benny says being the first to ask. You close your eyes again and you can picture it. Being on the road with Benny for hours. Exploring new places. Taking pictures, laughing, talking by campfires. 

“Yeah” you nod, opening them to him. He draws in a deep breath.

“I don’t know a lick of Spanish” he mumbles.

“We can figure it out,” you shrug.

He sighs. “Doubt your mother will like that”

“She’ll get over it” you shrug again. “Now let’s go to this picnic and have a good time.” You stand holding out a hand for him. Benny takes it, getting up and pulling you into a warm hug. You were his heart beating outside his body. Something he heard Johnny say about his daughter once. Now he finally knew what it really felt like. He gets on the bike first and you follow suit giving him space as he starts up. The running engine starts the motor and Benny settles back in his seat. Taking your hand from his side he pulls your hand to slide you closer to him so you’re body to body before repositioning your hand on his abdomen.

“Comfortable?” He shouts over the sounds of the bike looking back at you.

“Yeah!” You nod before resting your head on his back. He gives your hand a pat feeling like a new man as you pull off. Your mind runs wild at the possibilities and at the physical contact. You can’t help but wonder where all this has come from. Benny declaring his intentions.  He’d always loved you but had it really been more? He’d been in a relationship and you betrothed and there’d been no room in your heart for expectation or disappointment after a lifetime of it one way or another. You’d never really had anyone after you left Benny.  Your fiancé had been a friend turned potential life partner and overall good man. In your bid for normalcy you’d decided to adopt and maybe foster a child that came from a situation like yours. You wouldn’t be a mother but a friend, a safe space for the kids and him. It brought you enough peace. 

The prospect of being with Benny was different. Exciting, terrifying, riveting. Your return had fed your soul in more ways that anyone could ever know. Love had never been in your vision for yourself. You tried it in high school but what your friends described and what you felt were totally different. Pretty dressed and pretending was all it was. After high school you were in a relationship with a guy your mom thought was great. You tried to let yourself fall but it didn’t happen. He was enamoured but you’d always been lukewarm. Smiling on cue, laughing at his jokes and he was none the wiser parading you around like a trinket. Sex was the nail in the relationship's coffin.

You went to the library at a women’s college the next day. A small penis and premature ejaculation were to blame for that god awful first time, in addition to a lack of skill. As you closed that book on sex you closed your heart and mind to the possibilities of love. Your fiancé came into town a few weeks later. The rest was history.

Benny takes his hand from the handles placing one over yours on his stomach. He’d never felt so full in all his years. Tearing through the Chicago roads his mind is fixed on your vision of the future. He’d never ever thought he could travel. Be free of this city. Be with a woman like the one you’d become. You start to hear a party as the cement turns into gravel and eventually dirt roads. There’s cheering at Bennys arrival. You hug a couple of the guys looking for Johnny’s wife Barb. You watch a couple guys on the grill and run around with the kids playing tag and frisbee. A few hours in, you and Barbara walk up the hill to sit in peace.

“Benny can’t keep his eyes off you” she says perceptively. Looking into your drink you smile and she laughs at your blush. “You’re good for him, he looks relaxed every time he sees you’re having fun” she adds. “Hear you two have been hold up in one hotel room”

“It’s not like that” you smile, knocking your knees against hers. “We’ve never fooled around,” you tell her honestly.

“I believe you, Bennys girls aren’t typically so sane” she jokes. You look at the sunset.

You sigh.“The girls say it’s not easy living a vandal”

“Because they love the vandal when they’re supposed to love the man.” She says.

“I love Johnny. He loves the club so I support that. And god does that man love me. Comes home every night unless he’s driving a long hall and works his ass off. He deserves a little partying and some beer every night. If riding around with his friends and sitting at the clubhouse makes him a vandal, so what?” She shrugs.

“Y’all get down here before it gets dark” Johnny shouts from below. You and Barb hold hands talking it slow. By the time you’re down it’s dark and the guys are tending a fire. The kids are asleep in cars and the party is getting started. You sit beside Benny and he wraps an arm around you.

“Alright?” He checks in.

“Yeah you?” 

“Mhm” he nods with eyes on your lips. You feel your heart flutter as he kisses your forehead instead. He’s golden in the hue of the campfire. You look away melting under the heat of being looked at as an object of desire from someone you actually love and admire. It’s an immense pressure. Your heart races and fear wins out, when you remember society’s expectations.

“I’m not a virgin Benny. I know it means a lot to some men so I thought I’d tell you now” you confess looking at him. His eyes hold yours before he smiles a little.

“Neither am I” he shrugs. You hold his gaze relaxing when you see he’s serious and it’s not a point of contention. “What, you thought I'd be upset? You gonna be upset that I’m not either”

“I don't know you could be. You’re a bike rider. I hear how these guys are and I hear you get all the ladies.” You recall.

“I’m not like that. I don’t run through women.” He says. “How about you?”

“It was once and it was terrible but at least it was quick.” You tell him and he frowns.

“Did he have your permission?” He asks with his heart in his stomach.

“Yes but it was … god Benny I’ve never said any of this out loud” you admit feeling bashful.

“It was what?” He asks pulling you in closer.

“Not good, I wanted it to end and him to get off of me and then it was over and he was asking for a few more minutes to make it up and apologising and I was getting dressed to go home.” You confess making Benny chuckle. “Sheesh” he says amused.

“It’s not funny” you say, misunderstanding his laughter.

“No it’s not but it is. Gorgeous as you are poor fool probably got too excited. That’s not how it should be.” Benny says looking down at you. It was a strange thing to be so open with a woman but it was you.

“No?” you ask.

“No,” he affirms.

You sigh not believing him.“I think that’s just for men”

“It’s not ask Barbara,” Benny advises.

“I’m not asking Barbara about her and her husband” you whisper aghast at Bennys suggestion. He chuckles some more and you realise you love to see him smile. “You’re being a terror” you smile getting up and he follows suit, enjoying winding you up now as much as he had as a boy.

“It’s not just enjoyable for men,” he says, pulling you close as you make it to a park bench away from the group. The city is sparkling below as you sit resting your head against his. 

“Tired?”

“Mhm” you nod.

“Let’s head back while you can still ride with me” he says standing. You find Johnny and a few others before  leaving and riding into the night. Benny parks and you get your keys for the hotel stopping when you see two big guys outside your door. You step back into Benny who steps in front of you.

“Y/N Y/LN?” One of the men says.

“Who’s asking?” Benny snaps.

“You have an outstanding debt. I was gonna collect it’s value from your step mothers house but she told me you could give me cold hard cash” the man says looking around Benny at you.

“I don’t have any, the man is dead, leave us alone” you tell him.

“You deal with me” Benny tells them and he scoffs.

“Fancy hotel like this. You have until tomorrow at midnight to clear the debt or I’ll beat one of the kids. Vandal, you know where to find me.” the man says before walking away. You feel your hands trembling. Benny takes the keys letting you in. You’re a kid again. It’s not the first time. Far from the first time men have showed up to collect.

“Even while dead” you sigh and Benny holds you.

“I’ll take care of it. Must’ve missed one” Benny promises.

“Benny it’s extortion, they’ll keep on now they think I’m well off. I can’t believe she sent them here?!” You snap.

“Y/N relax, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry. Grab a shower and let’s go to sleep.” Benny suggests but just like that you’re too wired. A ball of nerves. A mix of fear and frustration. You sit on the couch and he follows pulling you onto his lap before cradling you like a child. His eyes assure you it’s handled. “Nothings gonna happen to you” he promises as tears fall. He wipes them away, taking on the role of protector like he had so many times before.

“Benny, I'll just take some things to the pawnshop for the cash. I don’t want trouble” you sigh, not wanting it to be bigger than it needs to be.

“I’ll take care of it,” Benny asserts.

“But B-“

“Shhhhhh, I have the cash. I’ll clear the debt” he asserts. You swallow looking up at him wondering how it was that you were so lucky to have him and then find him again. Sitting up you run your fingers through the low sides of his hair. His eyes watch you intently. 

“Thank you” you whisper and he places a kiss on your forehead and the nose.

“You never have to thank me,” he says, not needing it.

“I do Benny, and I love you” you confess. “Like a crazy amount” you say, breathing through your tears. 

“I know, and believe me I love you more” he says.

“Impossible” you smile as he wipes your tears away. Taking your chin he brings your lips to his several times kissing them quickly as he tries adding levity to the situation.

“It’s a fact” he asserts.

“Now go shower first” he whispers and you nod, getting up feeling a little better. You cry in the shower feeling as powerless to your father as you did in childhood. You get in bed as Benny heads to the bathroom. You don’t have to ask him to sleep beside you. He does. Getting in the bed pulling you to him and placing his hand under your silk top is resting skin to skin.  “I’m here okay?”

“Mhm”

“Forever” he promises and you turn to him.

“Forever” you agree. He’d gone from having nothing to everything in a matter of weeks. He never wanted you to worry again. This time your dad’s choices wouldn’t win. He’d save the day and keep. His hand slides up your back as he holds you and your heart beats sync.

Authour's Note:

Ok, ok, ok, so we're moving along. I know this one moved a little quick but it's longer than the typical update. How do we feel about them unthawing for each other? How do we feel about their vision for the future? How do we feel about that ending? Lets get into it!

Thanks for reading lovelies 🩵🩵🩵

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Sleepy

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n (Roommate) Rating - 18 + Smut - kissing / snuggling / lap sitting / half asleep / semi non con / neck kissing / love bites / bjs / orgasms / licking / Word Count - 3397

Y/n heard the door and slowly crawled out of bed still in her black pj shorts and purple off-the-shoulder top covered in stars, her curls in two long braids, she trudged out rubbing her eyes and noticing Benny putting groceries away. So she goes overlaying her head against his back, wrapping her arms around him and cooing softly, "Ummm it's a ben-ji-min" she milked the name

Benny chuckled softly as he set down the last of the groceries on the countertop. He could feel her arms wrapping around his waist, as she laid her head against his back. He smiled, a hint of playful, teasing in his voice “Oh god, I really hate that nickname” Benny said jokingly, but he was secretly fond of it. As he enjoyed any attention and affection from her. Especially in the form of physical touch. He gently turned around to face her, wrapping one arm around her waist. ”but it was cute.”

"my Benjamin," she muttered,

Benny chuckled softly again, as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist. Now he was holding her in front of him. As he looked down at her, "You only say that to tease me" he said with a slightly playful tone. He gently pulled her slightly closer, until she was almost flush against him ”But yeah, I am yours, aren't I?”

"my Benjamin," she muttered nuzzling into his chest, "I give him all my kisses,"

Benny chuckled once again, enjoying the feeling of her nuzzling against his chest like that. He then smiled slightly, feeling her breath against his chest as she muttered the nickname again “All of your kisses, huh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow slightly as he gently pulled her even closer. He was enjoying this level of closeness and affection from her. Even if she was only doing it to tease him.

"all the kisses," she muttered pressing kisses to his chest,

Benny’s smile widened as he felt her press kisses to his chest. He gently tightened his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him. “Oh yeah?” Benny questioned, in a slightly playful tone. He gently ran one of his hands soothingly through her hair, while his other hand gently ran up along her waist, under her shirt, to gently rest against her bare skin.

"snuggles" she whines

Benny smiled softly again at her whine, seeing her wanting more affection from him. “You want snuggles?” he questioned, in a gently mocking, but teasing tone. He then chuckled gently. “Alright then, come here,” he said, as he pulled her even closer to him, wrapping his arms fully around her. He then leaned down a bit and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"bed snuggle"

Benny chuckled gently once more, hearing her request for a bed snuggle. He was more than happy to give her what she wanted “Alright, let’s go lay down then” he said, gently tugging her along with him to the bedroom. Once in his bedroom, he moved and sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling her onto his lap, so she was sat sideways on his lap. He then laid down, pulling her to lie down with him.

she laid herself on her knees on either side of his hips, his stomach and chest pressed together her arms around him as she already began to slightly snore

Benny smiled softly at how quickly she had laid down on top of him, and how quickly she had instantly started to snuggle up against him. He gently wrapped his arms around her back, as he held her close against him. One arm rested around her shoulders, while the other gently rested on the small of her back. He chuckled softly as he heard her slight snoring, the sound actually was quite cute. He then pulled a blanket over both of them. before resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I wuv Benjamin"

Benny chuckled faintly, gently rubbing his hand up her back as she muttered those words. She was very cute and clingy when she was half asleep like this, and he found it very endearing. “Yeah? You love me?” he questioned, in a gentle mock-teasing tone

"mhm"

He smiled softly again, hearing her confirmation of love for him. "And I love you too" Benny said, gently, in a quiet and slightly affectionate tone. As he gently pulled her a bit closer to him, as they were laying together. He then gently ran his hand through her hair, while his other hand gently rubbed up and down the small of her back.

she smiled and gave him more little kisses "can we do the thingy?"

Benny chuckled gently once again, as she started to give him little kisses again. He then raised an eyebrow a bit when she asked about “the thingy” “What thingy?” he asked, curiously, in a slightly teasing tone. Even though he might have had an idea on what she was talking about

"the nice thingy"

Benny chuckled again. He had a feeling he knew what this “nice thingy” was that she was talking about. So he decided to play along. “The nice thingy huh?” he asked once more, in a playful and slightly mocking tone. “And what would this ‘nice thingy’ be exactly?”

"a big party, where we look all pretty and dancing and cakes and wine and I get to wear a big beautiful dress"

Benny chuckled softly, still gently rubbing his hand up and down her back. “Sounds like you’re talking about a wedding, darling” he teased, in a gently mocking tone.

"mhm weddings..."

Benny chuckled, as he smiled slightly. Seeing her so clingy and cute like this. He then paused for a moment, and thought about those words. He then spoke in a slightly teasing, but also serious tone. “You want to get married, huh?”

"mhm my benny. We go make soup and then get weddinged”

Benny chuckled once more, amused by her cute, sleepy babble. “You want to make soup, and get married?” he questioned, in an amused, but also slightly affectionate tone. he then paused, and glanced down at her, thinking about the topic of marriage for a brief moment, before speaking up again. “So…. You do want to get married then?” he asked, in a slightly more serious and somewhat genuine tone.

"mhm" she nodded "I wanna marry the Benjamin"

Benny smiled slightly. Even if she was just making cute, sleepy babble right now, the fact she was saying she wanted to marry him still gave him a warm feeling in his chest. “You want to marry me, huh?” he asked, in a slightly playful, but also somewhat affectionate, tone.

"mhm, marry then you keep me safe and give all the kisses"

Benny chuckled faintly. Even though she was sleepy and slightly incoherent right now, the little things she was saying were still quite cute and endearing. “Keep you safe, and give me all of my kisses, huh?” he repeated back to her, in a teasing, but also somewhat affectionate tone.

she nodded peppering kisses to his neck nibbling and even biting on the tender skin

Benny stifled a soft moan at the feeling of her kisses, and the way she was nibbling and even biting on his neck. The feelings of her lips and teeth against his sensitive skin. “H-hey, careful there” he chuckled faintly, in a teasing, but also somewhat warning tone .

"My Benny" she cooed picking a spot and giving her roommate a love bite

Benny suppressed another moan as she gave him a love bite on his neck. The area where she was now sucking the skin was sensitive and he was feeling the effects it was having on him. Her actions were starting to cause a reaction in him. “L-love bite huh?” he asked, in a somewhat teasing, but also somewhat strained, tone.

she only continued deepening the bite and squirming her hips on top of him starting to rub against the forming bulge in his jeans

Benny bit his lip to hold back another moan. He was very sensitive there, and her sucking, and the way she was squirming her hips and rubbing against him was causing his jeans to grow a bit tighter now. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back any more embarrassing moans or noises. “M-maybe we should slow down a bit, darling” he warned, slightly breathlessly.

"ummm my Benjamin" she cooed kissing down his throat and chest

Benny tried to suppress the soft moan that escaped his throat when she kissed down his throat and chest. Her soft, and gentle kisses were causing his skin to tingle and shiver at the touch. The feeling of her soft lips against his sensitive skin was making it increasingly hard for him to hold back any more embarrassing noises or reactions

“D-darling - “ he spoke, gently. Trying to keep his voice leveled, and not too shaky.

she whined when her kisses met his belt

Benny could feel himself shiver slightly as her kisses reached his belt. Her whine was slightly adorable to him, but it was not helping his current situation. The sight of her, in his lap, with her face near his belt, was causing his pants to get even tighter. He tried to maintain control and keep himself calm, but it was getting increasingly difficult. He was now struggling to keep his breathing steady and his voice from shaking.

she whines batting his belt buckle with her nose "Come out" she pouted

Benny let out a slight gasp as she started batting at his belt buckle with her nose. Her whiny pouting was still somehow both adorable and frustrating, in equal measure. He was struggling to keep his breathing and voice steady now, and he was having a difficult time trying to keep his body from reacting to her actions. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep control, as he spoke in a slightly strained and breathless tone “D-darling, you’re making it difficult for me to – “

"come out" she begged licking the skin of his stomach above his belt

Benny moaned softly as he felt her licking his skin above belt. Her tongue against his bare skin was sending a shiver down his spine, and he was finding it increasingly more difficult to control his body’s reaction to her touch. He was breathing heavily now, and he was struggling to keep his voice from shaking, “D-Darling… Y/n…”

she pouted and undid the belt herself and tugged his jeans until they hit his ankles and she began kissing and nibbling all over his tight boxers

Benny couldn’t hold back another moan when he felt her tugging at his jeans and taking them off. His boxer briefs were now the only thing separating his skin from her kisses and nibbles, and her actions were driving him crazy. He was now struggling to keep his breathing steady and he could feel himself starting to harden beneath her mouth. “M-my darling – “ he breathed out, in a gasp-filled tone. “-careful now”

"my Benjamin" she cooed licking the obvious stiffness through the cotton boxers

Benny groaned softly as he felt her licking him through his cotton boxers. The feeling of her tongue against him through the thin fabric was making him shiver and strain harder against the boxer briefs. He couldn’t keep his body from reacting to her touch, and he was now letting out small panting gasps. His heart was beating faster now, and his breath was coming out ragged “M-my darling - “ he gasped out, “- y-you’re going to drive me insane”

"ummm my Benjamin, all mine, I wanna eat him all up" she grumbles sleepily as she begins to suck in little spots through his boxers

Benny groaned softly again, feeling her sucking through his boxers, and her sleepy grumbles about wanting to “eat him all up”. Her words were making him squirm, and he was now having to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. “D-darling - “ he panted, “- y-you’re going to make me lose my control if you keep this up - “

"Please come out Benjamin" she begged

Benny grunted softly as he heard her begging for him to “come out”. Her words, and the desperate pleading way she said it, was only making him strain harder against the fabric of his boxers. “D-darling, I - “ he panted, “- I’m going to lose control if you keep begging like that”

"pretty please, come out" she begged between kisses

Benny grunted again, feeling her kisses and hearing her desperate begging. He was nearing his breaking point now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back from giving in to her. he panted, “- a-and if I come out you know what’s going to happen next”

"please" she whined tugging on the waistband

Benny groaned again, as he felt her tugging on the waistband. Her pleading and begging for him to give in and let her have what she wanted was driving him crazy, and he was at his breaking point. He could barely hold himself back now, and he was losing his last bit of self-control “D-darling - “ he panted, “- a-are you sure you want me to come out - “

"please benny" she whined

Benny could hear the pleading tone in her voice, and it was driving him insane. He was fighting to hold back, but her begging was making it impossible for him to resist any longer. With a last bit of effort, he finally gave in “Y-yes, darling, I’ll come out” he panted, in a barely controlled tone.

she giggled and batted her nose against his hard on as she waited

Benny bit his lip as her nose against his stiffness, feeling the soft contact and her giggling and smiling against him. It was taking all of his self-control to hold back from thrusting his hips forward in response to her touch. “You’re going to be the death of me, darling” he gasped out, in a ragged breathless tone as he tugged down his boxers, “There… happy darling?”

she giggled "ooooohh pretty benny, so big and excited" she giggled starting to pepper kisses on his shaft

Benny groaned softly again as he felt her tugging his boxers off, and

Benny groaned Feeling her soft lips press against his now freed-up erection was driving him crazy and he could feel himself growing even harder. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing control entirely “D-darling - “ he panted, “- if you ke-keep doing that I won’t be able to - “

she ignored him and continued peppering kisses and nibbles

Benny grunted softly as she continued her kisses and nibbles. Her actions were making it increasingly difficult for him to hold back. He was now breathing heavily and he could feel himself growing even harder under her lips. A low moan escaped his throat as his body strained against her touch “D-darling, y-you’re going to make me - “

"my benny" she begged as she began licking

Benny let out a strangled groan as he felt her tongue against him. Her licking was driving him even closer to the edge and he could feel himself nearing complete loss of control. He was gripping the bedsheets tightly, trying to find something to anchor himself to, as he panted breathlessly “D-darling, p-please - “ he gasped, “- I can’t hold back much longer - “

she giggled licking him with an innocent smile "my Benjamin, he tastes like sugar"

Benny grit his teeth as he felt her licking him like a lollipop and heard her commenting on his taste. “D-darling - “ he panted, He could feel the tension building up inside him, he was nearing his limit now. He could barely hold on any longer

she giggled moving closer and finally took it, starting to suck like a pacifier

Benny closed his eyes tight and threw his head back, letting out another. Benny let out another strangled moan and clenched his fists tighter, biting his lip to hold back another moan. Her action of taking him into her mouth and sucking was overwhelming him. He was struggling to hold onto the last thread of control he had. “D-daring - “ he gasped, “- if you d-don’t stop - “

she only continued moving his hand to her hair

Benny complied with her gesture to put his hand in her hair and he grabbed a handful of her hair, running his hand through it. It was taking all of his self-control not to thrust his hips forward into her mouth. “D-darling - “ he gasped, “- you’re going to - “ he grunted softly, struggling to speak through gritted teeth. Benny tried to warn her that he was nearing his limit, but he couldn’t form coherent words. His breathing was ragged and he was struggling to hold back the feeling of release building up inside him. “D-darling - you - “ he panted again, “- I’m close - “

she looked up at him innocently as he spoke and she smiled only getting harder and more intense doing everything she could to make him

Benny could feel himself nearing the point of no return. He locked eyes with her as she looked up at him innocently, and he could swear she had a glint of mischief in her eyes. He was panting heavily, desperately struggling to hold onto whatever control he had left. “D-darling - y-you have to stop - “ he gasped out, “- I can’t hold it anymore - “ He was gripping onto her hair tightly, his knuckles white from the tension. His body was straining and shaking, desperately trying to hold on, but he was losing the battle “D-darling - I - “ he panted again, “- I’m going to - “ He was barely able to form the words before he felt the tension inside him reach its breaking point. With one last gasp, he let go and gave in to his body’s release. He closed his eyes and let out a low groan as he felt his release wash over him. He held onto her hair tighter, his body shaking slightly, as he rode out the waves of his release. He was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, and reeling from his orgasm. He looked at her with a mixture of gratitude and mild annoyance. “D-darling - “ he gasped out again, “- I warned you - “

she giggled and slowly slowed down letting him ride out the satisfaction as long as possible even taking him a little into overshock and overstimulation before finally pulled back and giggled resting her head on his thigh "Benny tastes like marshmallows"

Benny let out a shuddering gasp at her overstimulation. He was still riding the waves of his release and the feeling of her head resting on his thigh sent another shiver through him. “Y-you’re unbelievable, you know that?” he said, in a slightly breathless tone. He ran his hand through her hair, gently.

she giggled and nodded licking to clean up anything that remained

Benny groaned softly as he felt her licking to clean him up. He was still oversensitive from his release and her action sent a shiver through him. He ran his hand through her hair, gently caressing her head. “You’re going to be the death of me one day, darling” he said, with a mixture of affection and annoyance.

she got to her feet and jumped on him wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist forcing him down on the bed "ummmm my Benjamin,"

Benny was caught off guard by her sudden jump and he fell backwards onto the bed with her on top of him. He grunted softly as he hit the bed and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him. “Yes, darling?” he asked, in a slightly amused tone.

she nuzzled into his chest and almost immediately fell back asleep

Benny couldn’t help but smile as she nuzzled into his chest and fell back asleep. He held her close to him, gently rubbing her back. He chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Insatiable and sleepy” he whispered with fondness. He continued holding her close to him, watching her sleep in his arms. He was content just holding her and feeling her breathe against his chest. He couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of affection as he looked down at her sleeping form. She was like a fierce little wildcat most of the time, but when she slept, she was soft and clingy. “You sleep darling, maybe in the morning… you might remember we did this this time.” 

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fat funny friend (jake seresin pt 8/?)

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader

NICKNAME: Sunshine

Warning: A bit of self-body shaming

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

Two weeks. It had been two weeks and the pain of Jake’s absence took a heavier toll on you than you had previously expected, and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle it. Your home had become a hollow and messy disaster of a landing zone, blankets everywhere along with half eaten containers of take-out food. You hadn’t showered in a few days, your hair now only spun up into lackadaisical buns as you wiped your mouth on your sleep shirt and closed your eyes to the sound of the next rerun of Law & Order: SVU.

In the days immediately following Halloween, you were sure he was going to call, apologize for his lack of communication. You had tricked yourself into thinking perhaps he had a horrifying call to action and had been on an aircraft carrier before dawn.

But days later, you ran into Phantom and Rooster while they were out for coffee. Bradley looked at you confused, a wash of a smile etching on his face. It told you he knew, somehow and that smile made all these fantasies crumble out of your head and sent you into a spiral of pain and rejection in a way you never thought possible.

You’d let Jake in, all the way. Something you had vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t do again without great sacrifice. Instead, you were met with resistance and insecurity that bubbled through your chest and burned your esophagus raw as you wept and screamed out into the abyss of your lonely apartment. You took a few days off work, Penny texting back with a knowing ‘Take your time.’ You felt sick, throwing up in hopes that the weight in your tummy would dissipate but to no avail.

            A knock on your door startled you awake out of a groggy fog, a numb vibration coming over you from your spot on the couch. You groan a little, turning away from the door to rest your face against the fabric with a heavy sigh. The loud banging continues on, and you grunt again, turning back to roll off the couch. You mosey over to the front door and check the window, only to pull the door open. “Nat, now isn’t a good time.”

            “What the hell happened?” she demands, stepping inside and past you without hesitation. Her harsh tone takes you by surprise and your shoulders push back as you find energy for the first time in weeks.

“What the hell happened?” you repeat with an almost mocking tone. “Well, let’s see,” you cackle with a bitter wave rushing through your body. “What happened is that Bagman did what Bagman does best. He hung me out to dry.”

“What?” the word falls out of Nat’s mouth in a way she can’t help. “That’s impossible.”

“Well, if you’ve come here to mock me Nat, you can fuckin’ go because I've had it with Naval Aviators fucking destroying my subconscious so,” you pace over to the front door and swing it open. You stare expectedly at her as her stance deflats suddenly, her gaze downcast as she starts to swallow down what you’ve just blurted out.

“No Y/N, I’m not trying to,” she takes a slow and heavy breath before glancing back up at you. “Hangman is miserable. He’s a hollow shell of himself...I figured you’d stomped all over his heart because I’ve never seen him like this before.”

The mention of Jake’s state should tug at your heart strings. It should make your heart flutter that he’s so lost without you, and he’s so desperately broken that the absence of your presence was the clear notion to Nat that something must’ve happened. But you’re too bitter. Too broken to even have the slightest bit of sympathy for the piece of shit. A heartless, venomous cackle bubbles out of you in a way you’ve never experienced before. This is what he’s done...look what he’s turned you into.

“That’s hilarious. He’s a fucking wreck? Serves him right,” you slam the door shut and walk past her to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, your mouth going dry.

It’s the first time that Nat is finally taking in your figure, taking in the state of you as you move to the kitchen and tug the fridge door open. You’re less round than she remembers seeing you at the Halloween party weeks prior. You’ve got dark circles beneath your bottom lash lip and your stomach isn’t poking out as much as it used to. It worries her. “Y/N,” she tries again, her tone much softer this time as she approaches you. “What happened?”

You chug down the entire water bottle, letting the flush wash away any of the burning hunger in your stomach. Avoiding her gaze, you lean against the counter for support and take slow and steady breaths. Underneath all the feminine rage and anger, there’s insecurity ripping through your veins and cursing every inch of your body. You wish it into submission of a quiet hum as you glance up at her, wet lashes distracting her from the sniffle you make.

“What do you think?” Your sour tone isn’t directly for her; Nat knows that now as she steps closer.

Her arms are slowly approaching you as she tries to gently collect you into her embrace as your knees wobble, so shaky that you crumble to the ground as your mouth quivers and the dam breaks. She’s cooing as your ass meets the tile of the kitchen, your loud wails filling the quaint kitchen as she tries to hold you tight enough that the pieces of your soul don’t shatter.

“He left Nat,” you whimper, “He left me after we slept together for the first time. It took me so long to let someone in and,” you inhale the wet snot dripping from your nose. “I feel so embarrassed and so ashamed.” Your voice came out in slow, aching weeps as you looked down at your thighs.

All the body positivity, all the confidence in who you were faltering at the loss of a man who you weren’t even in a real relationship with. You were angry at yourself for even letting the thoughts to climb into your mind and rot your empowerment. “The man saw my body and then left…it really can shatter a person’s self-esteem if they aren’t careful,” you admitted and suddenly, Nat sees red. Nat sees this beautiful and vibrant person withering away in her arms and she can’t handle that. She won’t allow it when she’s grown so close with you.

So, she calls for re-enforcements, hatching a plan for the next evening to re-introduce you to bar life and get your mojo back. At 6:30 PM promptly the next day, she shows up as promised with Gemini and Aries in tow. Bags are tossed over their shoulders, and they’ve got bottles of Patron in hand as they grin lovingly. “Let’s ruin the fucker’s birthday,” Aries smirks as she places her bag down on the couch.

            Hours later, Nat leads the way as you approach the porch of the Hard Deck and friendly, familiar faces greet you in excitement. “God damn Sunshine,” a kind firefighter from town hollers, eyeing your short black top and daisy dukes. Your toes are freshly painted, and legs moisturized, you’d felt like a real person for the first time since that night on Halloween. And now, three weeks later – you had just begun to smile.

            “Thank you so much Benson,” you tuck a loose curl behind your ear and keep moving, the momentum bringing you through the door and into the Hard Deck. It’s in full swing when you glance around, slightly hoping that you don’t even notice him for the night. There’s a knot, continuing to twist and wind itself up and you find it a bit hard to breath just as you get to the bar top.

            “There’s my girl,” Penny calls out, rushing around the opening to wrap you in the tightest hug she can muster up.

            “Hi Pen,” you mumble back, enjoying the warmth of her embrace and pulling back to smile genuinely at her.

            “Nat told me the gist of everything,” she pursed her lips with a nod to your friend, a mischievous glaze to her wise eyes. “You give me the look and I will ruin that man’s whole life, starting with his wallet.”

            “That won’t be necessary Pen,” you squeeze her arms and pull back, “But I’ll take a tequila sunrise instead.” She nods with a wink, returning behind the bar to mix up the cocktails for you. You slide into one of the stools beside Aries when you hear it. The hoot of a Texan man gone wild. Him. You take a heavy breath, letting your gaze wander to his usual spot. Scratch that…your usual spot. And you wished you hadn’t because there he was with the men of the squadron, arm draped lazily over some skinny brunette’s shoulders as he pressed up against her ear.

            “He looks real torn up Nat,” you seethe, turning back to your friend and pushing off your stool when she pushes you down.

            “He only found the girl after he found out we were coming tonight,” Nat promises, taking a sip of her beer. “It’s sickening but I’ve got something to keep your mind off him,” she nods in the direction of the booth again. The weight of your purse burns against your hip when you square your shoulders and ready yourself to vomit when you turn back to the table. But your view is blocked by the frame of another man walking toward you, bright pearly whites gleaming as he approaches with an innocent smile.

            “Just play along and watch the magic of a fury,” Nat’s voice trails off as you sit up a bit straighter and tilt your head.

            “Hey Fanboy,” you greet the man a bit louder than your typical tone and he picks up the pace until he’s in front of you. He doesn’t stop his momentum though, not in the slightest as he leans forward and collects your cheeks in his hands to tug your mouth to his. His lips are silky smooth against yours, fresh minty breath refreshing as you breath him in. You cup the back of his head, nails scrapping against his scalp as he situates himself between your thighs.

            Slowly, ever so slowly, he’s leaning back as he rests his hands on either side of you, caging you in. You’re left trying to catch your breath as you smile widely, enjoying the sensation of his mouth over the expanse of your neck. This is a show, and you are a reoccurring main character. You’ve played this game before and now more than ever, you need believability. So, you wrap your hands around his slender waist and giggle slightly as his teeth drag along the column of flesh. “Fanboy, stop mauling my niece,” your aunt quips playfully, in on the gag as you slot your hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

            “Sorry Penny,” he pulls back, gazing at you lovingly. “She’s just irresistible.”

            “Well, take your asses away from my counter. You’ll scare off customers,” Penny calls, her voice carrying easily over to the table in the back where there is a booth tucked away from the patrons. Your booth. Your booth that is now occupied.

            “Want to take this party out to the bonfire?” Fanboy’s voice is low in your ear, causing you to shiver slightly and nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Eat your heart out Jake Seresin.

            “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Speak of the devil. You peer around Fanboy’s shoulder to see the blond seething, fists balled up at his sides. His jaw is clenched so tight you though the muscle there would snap from any further tension.

            “Can we help you?” you ask slowly, blinking at the man you had hopelessly fallen in love with. The man who slowly gained your trust and then ripped everything you knew out from under you. Fuck him.

            “You serious Sunshine?”

            “Don’t call me that,” you snap, eerily sharp. Your tone forces him back, hitting him square in the chest and a small flash of hurt creeps through his green eyes. Fuck him. “You don’t get to call me that…are you fucking serious?”

            Anger ripples over Jake again and suddenly, Nat’s shoulder to shoulder beside you while Fanboy still hovers to your front. You feel their strength building inside of you as you stare at Jake’s strong and broad chest. “It’s my birthday.”

            “And?”

            Jake scoffs at you, his hands sliding over his sharp hipbones. His fingers flex and it takes every ounce of will power to not think about how they felt against your cunt. “And you are making out with Fanboy right in front of my face. On my birthday,” his hand goes up in emphasis as if it isn’t perfectly clear what the two of you had been doing.

            “You’ve got some nerve.”

            “Me?” he sounds shocked.

You scoff, “Yes, fucking you Bagman.” You’re shaking now. How dare he. How dare he show up to your side of the bar months ago and be charming. How dare he flirt hard enough and still be so sweet and unassuming that you let him take you on a terrible date and then save you from your horrible ex. How dare he take you to your favorite bookstore, let you share all your favorite tropes and stories with him while he just hummed along and happily held your selections until you reached the counter. How dare he told you about his home life, about his sisters. About his mom, about his tough relationship with his father and the vulnerability they’d earned from each other over the years. About his fears of flying in a tin can in the sky at trillions of miles an hour. How dare he let you down when you tried so hard not to let him in.

You slide of your stool, suddenly exhausted. Suddenly deflated and with no burning fire in you to fight back. You felt small again and you hated feeling small, especially here in public. You were tired of hiding, tired of pretending.

Maybe that was what got you here in the first place. And he sees it and he’s got this burning in his chest that feels like acid reflux but worse. He watches as you slowly dig through your purse, saddling up until you were right in front of him. You tug your hand free of the contents within the bag to reveal a small box, black leather smooth to the touch.

“I hate that I did this but I know how much you said you would only get a new one if it was the exact one,” your words are so gentle, he’s not sure you said anything really…not sure if he imagined it. You couldn’t be this gentle with him, not after what Jake had done. “I hate that you make me feel this way…and I hate that I still don’t hate you,” you confess, pushing the box into his hands with a mumbled Happy Birthday.

And then he no longer feels your warmth in his space, feeling vulnerable and insecure all over again. But this time, he’s in front of an entire bar of people who definitely prefer you to him and he’s feeling self-conscious, so he rushes to the bathroom, out of the view of patrons. His hands fiddle with the box, unsure if he should even open it. That burning in his chest is getting worse and he’s pretty sure it would be better if he just cut out his throat to save himself.

But curiosity is a killer and Jake Seresin is weak, so he pries the box open only to immediately let out a whimper at the contents inside. Nestled between the velvet material is a 1942 Hamilton WWII wristwatch, just like his grandfather’s that he lost on his last tour. The very watch he cried about the first time the two of you drank a bottle of red wine on his porch, wrapped up on the swing under a blanket. Fuck.

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A Cut Above

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader

WC: 2680

Warnings: T; Mentions of food, divorce, lots of pining and fluff otherwise.

A/N: I wanted to write a Hairstylist!Reader story a few years ago, but l wasn’t feeling super confident about my writing and just never got around to it. In the last few months I’ve had this urge to get back behind the chair again, which is what sparked this fic. Still haven’t decided if I will get back into doing hair as of yet, but I can enjoy writing about it. This is not beta’d and hope it reads well cause I’ve been run low sleep. Enjoy!!

Masterlist / Series Masterlist / Next

“You done for the day?”

The question pulls you from your thinking. It’s an organized chaos of mental notes streaming through your subconscious.

“I wish. I have one more then I’m done. It’s a new client too. So I’ll be a bit longer.”

“Color?”

“No, thank god! I don’t think my feet can take another 2 to 3 hours more.” The day was filled with back to back clients— a typical Saturday in the salon. Your clients who worked long hours, were always filling up your Saturdays. “Just a cut. Benny made the appointment for him, said his friend was in need of a change— very vague about it”

“Mmm.. Benny.”

“Earth to Hannah!! Gonna need you to touch back down girlie.” Hannah was the salon receptionist, and Benny Miller’s secret admirer.

“Huh? Oh sorry, got a bit distracted.”

“You don’t say? You know, you could just ask him out, would probably be way more exciting than sitting there and daydreaming about him 24/7.”

“I do not daydream about him 24/7–“ She tries convincing you, but you know her far too well. You shoot her a pointed look— you’re not buying it. “Okay! Alright, I do think about him— a lot! But I can’t help it, he’s so…”

“Pretty?” You finish her thought.

“Yeah. He’s so pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that said Pretty Man Child Benny, might have an itty bitty crush on a cute little receptionist. So, put your big girl panties on and make a move.”

Benjamin Miller— Benny, was a long time client of yours, turned friend. He was in your chair every 5 weeks maintaining that gorgeous head of hair. Gotta look good for the ladies when I’m in the ring— his words.

As the years went on, you found you were collecting Benny’s friends and family as clients. His older brother Will, Will’s wife Nicole, his close friend Pope (still haven’t heard his real name), as well as Mom and Dad Miller. Benny kept your chair busy and you were grateful for that.

He’d text you on Monday saying he’d had a friend who was needing a cut, something about a fresh start. He was in luck because you had one spot open, so you scheduled some guy named “Fish” as your last client for the week.

“Wait really?! He knows who I am?!” Shock was written all over Hannah’s face.

“Hannah, you greet him every appointment— of course he knows who you are.”

“I think I black out the minute he walks through the door.”

“That would explain the drool every time.” You can’t help but laugh at her expense.

She rolls her eyes back at you as she gathers her things from the front desk. “Alright, I’m going to leave before you decide to carry on with this onslaught of nonsense. Going to go home and pour myself a glass of wine in celebration!”

“Celebration?? For what?”

“Benny Miller knows who I am! And he has a crush on me!!” You let her bask in her glory, as she all but floats to the front door.

“Hannah…” You catch her attention before she’s exits. “Text him! Preferably before the wine.”

“Yes mom!” She mocks back at you before the door swings shut.

*

You had 15 minutes until your appointment would be showing up, so you took the time to clean your station up a bit and set up for his hair cut.

Your shears, combs and clippers laid out on your hair cutting tray, clean cape folding on top of your station.

As you were checking over your schedule for next week, making a list of colors you needed to pick up from the beauty supply, the front door opened welcoming your client— your very handsome client.

He looks nearly 6 feet tall, and so broad. His hair is dark chestnut from what you can see peeking out from under his hat. There’s a casualness to him in the way he carries himself— a shy confidence.

“Hi! You must be Fish.” You give him your name as you make your way up to him, extending your hand out in greeting. His rather large hand gripping yours, firm but a gentleness to it.

“Did he really tell you my name is Fish?! Fuckin’ Benny.” He shakes his head, as if to fain off embarrassment. Shoving his hands in his pockets he starts laughing about it. “Yeah, he did. I am assuming that’s not actually your name though. Although, not judging if it is.”

“No, my name is Francisco Morales, but you can call me Frankie.” You notice the flush creeping up his neck— you make a mental note at how gorgeous he is before you get caught staring.

“Okay then, Frankie. You can come on back and have a seat here at my chair. Feel free to put your hat on my shelf there.” Helping him get situated.

“Let me go grab a clean towel and then we can chat about what you are wanting.”

Frankie sits himself down and starts to take in the space. You seem very tidy and organized as he glances over at your tray of cutting tools. He right away decides he likes that about you. Benny didn’t mention how beautiful you were when making him this appointment. He said you were pretty but he wasn’t expecting to be overwhelmed by how stunning you were— he knows he has to try his best to be cool and not ramble on.

He sees you making your way back to him in the mirror, his eyes locked on yours like magnets— he notices you catching him staring, but then you give him a smile that lights up your face. There’s that butterfly sensation tickling his insides, he hasn’t had that happen in a long time, but he welcomes it.

*

Arriving back to your station you take the small towel and place it on his shoulders before securing the cutting cape around his neck.

“So what are we thinking?” You ask as you begin to run your fingers through his hair, taking in the texture, density and the shape of the cut he has now.

“Uhh, I umm… I don’t know. I’m open to your professional opinion.” He didn’t realize he needed to come in with a style in mind. His usual barber usually says “Hi” then starts hacking at it.

“That’s okay.” You look at him in your mirror, his eyes already fixed on you and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

You hadn’t noticed his dimple earlier, and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of it when he smiles. You steady your thoughts and continue to comb your fingers through his hair making note of how it lays and it’s natural growth pattern.

“You have a nice wave going on. If we work with it and bring your sides and the back in a little tighter the top will lay nicely.”

He’s captivated by everything you’re saying, and yet he doesn’t understand a single word of it. You could tell him he needed to shave his head and he’d willingly let you, no questions asked.

“How does that sound Frankie??”

“Honestly— I have no idea what any of what you just said means, but I trust you.”

“Well, I appreciate your honesty.” You find his nervousness charming. “You won’t be losing much length overall, it will be more shaping and connecting the sides to the top.” Your hands moving around his head as you try to explain your process.

“Again— no clue what you just said.”

“Got it! Enough hair jargon then. Let’s get you back and washed up first.”

The warm water hides the sweat that’s formed on your palms as you begin washing his hair. He’s settled into the shampoo bowl, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest in such a kicked back manner.

Your fingers work diligently as you begin to scrub the soapy liquid through his wet locks. As you spend ample time working over his scalp, you catch the sound of a faint moan. You don’t think he meant for it to sound so erotic, but it’s stirring a warm feeling with in you.

“Feel good?”

“Mmmhmmm..” It’s all he’s able to manage, your movements awakening him in so many ways, his spine vibrating with an indescribable desire.

Suds throughly rinsed, leave in conditioner combed through, you both get situated back at your station.

He seems way more relaxed, more chatty and asking questions as you go section by section, meticulously trimming away the unwanted ends.

His questions alternated between your professional life and personal— where you grew up, favorite food and what made you decide to become a hairstylist. In a different circumstance, it might have felt invasive— but there was an ease to Frankie that had you spilling your life story to him so freely.

In return you asked him for more about himself. He shared about his life in Delta Force, where he had met Benny, Will and Pope, who you now know as Santiago.

His life as a helicopter pilot keeping him busy most of the time. He even felt brave enough to mention his semi recent divorce. You didn’t feel like you needed to delve deeper into his failed marriage, especially for only just meeting him.

You shared the same sentiment in working long hours and how it had you feeling overwhelmed at times, like you had less free time for yourself— mentioning you were working on trying to have more fun and go out. You shared how your former partners were always annoyed with you for being so consumed with work, the main reason you hadn’t been dating as much.

Checking and cross checking the length, you’re happy with how it’s shaping up.

“How do you normally style your hair? What are your go to products?”

He looks at you with the most sincere and confused expression, nervous to share his routine with you.

“Normally it’s just straight out of the shower, quick rubbing of the towel over it so it’s not dripping, then toss the hat on.” Pointing to the battered hat he’d worn in.

“Frankie! If there’s only one piece of advice you leave here with, please let it be that you never aggressively rub a towel over your hair again!”

He thinks he should feel embarrassed but there’s a sweetness in the way you share your knowledge with him— he will make a conscientious effort to gently pat his hair dry from now on.

“Since you mentioned you are usually throwing on your hat, it’s probably safe to assume there’s not much actual styling going on?”

“Uh, yeah… Not much styling. The least amount of steps possible is my go to method.”

“While the hat vibe is cute, I would not be doing my job if I sent you out of here wearing—”

“You think I’m cute?” He cuts you off. That dimple again making an appearance, his grin slightly laced in flirtation.

“Umm, yes.” Your face feels hot, the blow-dryer not helping much, as you try to remain calm and collected.

“Hm!”

Grabbing some product and applying a small amount to your palm, you begin to distribute it throughout his hair. .

“But I think without the hat is cute too. Easier to see all of your,” You gulp at your next admission. “Attractive features.” You giggle as you finish styling his freshly trimmed hair, each strand manipulated with such precision— the new length really does add to his handsomeness.

“You think I’m attractive too?” He says shifting in the chair, his gaze still steady on you.

“Oh wow, I’m really just letting my internal monologue run my mouth aren’t I?”

He shrugs with the slightest cock of his eyebrows in response.

“And now would be a good time for the ground to just swallow me up!” You groan, hands covering your face as you attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you get all flustered.”

“So you think I’m cute now? We just going to spend the rest of the night confessing our new found feelings having only just met?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He states so casually.

The rest of his appointment is filled with more flirtatious banter, a connection that you’re both very much aware of— yet neither of you stating the obvious

“Thank you again.” Frankie says holding a bag of products he insisted he leave with, wanting to branch out from his usual “hat vibe”’as you called it— said hat’s bill tucked into the back pocket of his already snug blue jeans.

“So… Do you want to set something up for next time?” Pulling out your schedule, hoping that Frankie likes his cut, and you, enough to return regularly. “I think 5 to 6 weeks would be a good amount of time to see you again.”

“Actually— I was hoping I could see you sooner than that.”

“Oh! Okay. When are you thinking?” Slightly confused, you start scanning over the openings you have in the coming weeks.

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?? I’m not follow— Oh! Ooooh!”

“Yeah….” There’s a budding nervous energy about him as you realize what he’s asking. “There’s this sports bar around the corner— the guys and I hang out there from time to time. Anyways, they have some great appetizers and craft beer on tap… If you’re open to it, we could, um go… Unless you have other plans…”

“Yes! I’d love to Frankie.”

“Yeah?!” His face instantly beaming with excitement.

“Yeah! Just let me clean and lock up real quick, then we can head out.”

*

Drinks and appetizers flowed into a moonlit walk back to your car— both of you stalling out your goodbyes.

“So, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Frankie says as his hand cups your cheek, his warm gaze fixed on yours. “I hope this isn’t too soon, but would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“Yeah.. I’d like that.” Leaning into him to close the gap, fingers carding through the nape of his silky waves.

Frankie’s lips all but crash into yours, the intensity growing from your own, eager for more of him. He nips at the plumpness of your lower lip, encouraging them to part for him. His tongue slipping inside your mouth and you can taste the bitterness from his beer still lingering.

A grip is established on your hip, his hand slowly moving around to your backside eliciting a breathy moan from deep with in you as the heated kiss escalates.

Laughter from a rowdy group of bystanders reminds you both of your surroundings.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away there.” Frankie rests his forehead on yours as he tries to regain his composure, his breath fanning across your cheeks— they’re no longer cold from the frigid air.

“Well, I most certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, I look forward to you doing it again sometime.”

He places a kiss to your forehead, before exchanging goodbyes. He promises again to call tomorrow, and you’re already breathlessly excited for it.

Heater cranked up in your car, willing your body to adjust to the heat. You grab for your phone in your purse, pulling open your message app so you can send a quick text before putting the car in drive.

-Hey Benny, just wanted to thank you for setting that appointment up for Frankie. He’s a great guy! Super funny and hella charming.

-You sure we’re talking about the same Frankie?? 😉

-Funny! Anyways, I appreciate it and I’m looking forward to seeing him again!

-Oh! Hannah called, we’ve got a date next week!

-You be good to her Benny!

-Of course! No problem! Make sure you and Frankie thank me in your wedding toast 🍾🍾 Night!!

You roll your eyes at his last text before tossing your phone in to the passenger seat. The entire drive home you can’t get Frankie out of your head, wondering if he’d find you too eager to call him when you got home.

The decision made for you by the buzzing of your phone— Frankie’s name flashing on the screen.

Next

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P13

outfits; (y/n) and Harry

Gil

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The cathedral where Ben would be crowned king was as grand and royal as the rest of Auradon-decked out in gold and blue with a royal blue carpet to lead into the cathedral itself. The crowd outside-ready to welcome their new king-was huge, all cheering and waving banners for their prince.

 “At last, here we are! Broadcasting live from the coronation; where Prince Benjamin will soon be crowned king! I’m snow white, bringing you up to the second coverage of who’s the fairest of them all~”

On the isle, the main four villains sat around Maleficent's old TV, EQ chucking a handful of popcorn at the screen. “That’s my line,” she squawked, mocking the princess that was once her stepdaughter. “I’m snow white~ who are you kidding, she’s definitely had work done.” She chuckled another handful of popcorn and Maleficent side-eyed her botched Botox.

Hook and Gaston were at Gaston’s brawler bar-everyone watching the screen in impatient silence while their kids were at home-also watching the coronation on their cruddy TVs.

“Where’s Harry?” CJ asked, the smee twins sitting at her feet as she had claimed the couch in the captain's quarters(Harriet's ship). Harriet shushed her, pacing back and forth as she waited for her baby brother to appear. CJ groaned, letting her head fall back. “But this is so boring! Can’t we speed it up to the part where Harry steals the wand?” Harriet rolled her eyes, smacking her forehead.

“This is a live broadcast CJ, we can’t speed it up, we just have ta wait and see.” Harriet muttered, continuing to pace as CJ blew a raspberry, leaning on her palm as Snow White continued to drawl about the coronation and its guests(and their outfits and hair).

Uma leaned towards the tv sitting above the kitchen window as Fairy godmother appeared on the screen and revealed her wand, her mouth going dry at the sight. But where was Harry?

-

Harry swallowed as the limo slowly drove up to the cathedral-the two of you being one of the last to arrive before Ben and Mal made their appearances. The windows were down-letting everyone see their faces as the crowd cheered and waved. You turned to look at him-seeing the nervous look on his face and grabbed his hand, smiling. “Everything’s going to be okay,” you said, squeezing his hand.

He had trouble smiling back, fiddling with a blue box in his other hand-where the antidote was kept. You tilted your head at it, only now just seeing the box. “What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the box with your free hand. Harry shrugged, handing you the box and you untangled your hand from Harry’s and opened it, seeing a single chocolate mini cupcake.

"Fer ye, I know ye like ta have snacks,” Harry muttered, sniffing as you examined the cupcake. “fer after the coronation, ye know-wait!” without waiting, you popped the whole cupcake in your mouth, licking your lips as Harry stared in horror.

Oh fuck.

“It’s not bad, but could’ve done without the anti-love potion ingredients,” you muttered and Harry blinked, fear clutching his chest. “you-you knew?” Harry breathed, his ears starting to ring and his lungs just wouldn’t expand. You turned, nodding, giving him that smile that made him pause.

“Yeah, from the very beginning. I’ll explain more later-but-magic doesn’t work on me. The potion never worked in the first place.” You closed the box, seeing you were arriving at the cathedral. Harry just stared-now just utterly confused. You took his hand again, showing off your ruby necklace. “Just know, I didn’t fake a damn thing.” Yu leaned in, kissing his cheek and then nodding at the door-one of the servants opened it and Harry stepped out, turning to help you out of the limo-his mind still going miles a minute.

You knew. You knew.

You knew about the love potion-did that mean-you knew everything else? You looked up at him, and smiled, still holding his hand. “let’s get inside,” you whispered, walking up the stairs together and bowing to Adam and Belle before heading inside, spotting Gil and the others up on the balcony. You took your place up in the front, leaving space for Mal as everyone began to gather along the blue carpet; waiting for their King.

-

Uma’s breath was stolen as she saw Harry step out of a sleek black limo-looking so handsome and almost like royalty in a fine red tail coat decorated with gold, his hair brushed back and his bangs curling over the left side of his face. Then he turned-helping the girl out of the limo, holding hands with her the entire time as they walked up the steps and disappeared into the cathedral.

“And here is (y/n) with her boyfriend, Harry Hook! Both looking fabulous in their red outfits! Let’s see who they’re wearing~” Snow White prattled off about designers-one of which being Evie-but Uma didn’t care.

“So (y/n) is her name,” Uma muttered to herself, not a single soul in the chip shop speaking, everyone-including her mother-was watching the coronation today, crowding around any TV they could to see the vks finally nab that wand and free the isle.

James curled his lip at the sight of you, hoping his son would do the ‘right’ thing and nab that wand, leave you behind, and come free him-he could taste the blood of Pan and the lost boys.

Revenge was near.

-

Harry took a deep shuddering breath as Adam and Belle took their places at the two thrones on the platform-FG standing a few steps down with her hands delicately placed in front of her. Mal joined him at the front and they shared a look-their eyes drifting back to the wand.

It was so close, one of them could easily just take it now.

The choir began to sing and nerves settled in Harry’s stomach, he reached out-taking your hand and squeezing it. you squeezed back, watching the grand doors as two servants opened them-and there was Ben, in his princely(soon to be king) attire, his head held high and walking straight down the middle of the carpet, just as he had rehearsed so many times.

The guests all bowed as he walked past, Mal and Ben sharing a smile as he made it to the platform. Harry took another breath as he stood straight, swallowing as Ben kneeled before Fairy Godmother, watching as she bowed to Adam before taking his crown-turning and placing it upon Ben’s head.

Ben took a deep breath, looking back up at FG with a proud smile on his face. Adam removed the case around the wand and Mal gasped, her grip tight on her skirt-staring at the wand. They could do it right now, they could just take it. Belle took the wand from its stand and handed it to FG, who bowed her head and turned to Ben, holding it delicately-speaking in a loud and clear voice, filled with pride.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon; with justice and mercy, as long as you shall reign?”

Ben nodded, his eyes filled with beaming pride and excitement. “I do solemnly swear.” He said in a clear voice, ready to take on the difficult commitment that would last until his heir was ready to take the throne.

‘grab the thing already!’ Mal could hear her mother's voice in her head-like a cruel conscience. Harry gripped your hand, licking his lips nervously. 'Don’t mess this up Harry,’ he heard Uma say, he felt the weight of the shell bracelet on his wrist-his hook hanging from the loop on his pants.

Mal looked back at the balcony, seeing her friends. All just as nervous as she was; all just as unsure as she was.

Was she really going to do this? Could she do it?

She didn’t have a choice.

None of them did.

“Then it is my honor, and my joy; to bless our new king,” FG tapped Ben’s shoulders with the wand, holding it up and about to bless him when it was stolen from her-everyone gasping as the thief fumbled to control the wand, wielding it dangerously as it sparked and shot a beam of magic out of the cathedral-blasting a hole in the barrier.

Maleficent cackled as she saw the wand get snatched-assuming it was her daughter or Hook’s son. “Yes!”

James roared with victory, Gaston laughed with devious intention-finally, Belle would finally be his! Uma’s jaw dropped, throwing her hands over her mouth. They did it!

“They did it,” Harriet muttered, her eyes on the tv as the cameramen panicked and failed to show who exactly had taken the wand.

But everyone could feel the shift as the barrier broke-it was only a hole-but it had been broken. And magic now reigned free. Maleficent cackled, summoning her scepter and disappearing in a swirl of green smoke-beelining it to Auradon.

But it wasn’t Harry or Mal who had taken the wand; it was Jane, her face red with frustration as she attempted to gain control of the wand. “Child what are you doing?!” FG screamed, reaching out to her daughter as Jane whirled around-the wand overpowering her untrained body.

“I want everything to go back to how it was!” Jane screamed, in just a month-she had gained new friends, long flowing hair, a boyfriend, and popularity-only to lose it in a day; all because of her stupid mistakes-she wanted to reverse those mistakes-she wanted to be with Gil, she wanted to be friends with the vks, she wanted her long hair back.

She attempted to cast a spell, one that would rewind time to last week-before she had started to drift over to being a stupid mean girl. “Bibbidi-bopiddi-boo!” the wand sparked dangerously-Jane’s mind was too frazzled to control it and it only got more out of control the longer she held it.

Harry pushed you behind him and grabbed his hook-his eyes on Jane, watching as the wand sparked and pushed Jane around like she was a ragdoll-Ben rushing to get in front of Mal and protect her as Jane yelped, her eyes filling with panicked tears as she realized she was losing more control as time went on-and the wand began to burn her hands.

Mal jumped forward-the crowd gasping as she wrestled Jane for the wand-wincing as the sparks danced across her skin. “Careful Mal!” Belle yelled, worried for the girl. Mal finally took the wand from Jane-holding it with one hand and the wand immediately calmed down-Mal breathing heavily as she stared at Jane, the younger fae staring back until she scrambled into the crowd-Lonnie pushing Jane behind her and then looking back at Mal.

Mal looked to the wand-she had it-she had the wand. She held it with two hands then, holding it away from her and straight up-backing away as Ben stepped in front of her. “Mal, give me the wand,” he breathed-holding out his hands, trying to calm Mal down as she stared at him with wide eyes, panic clear in her expression.

“Stay back-“ Mal whispered-her friends and Gil already running down the carpet towards Mal. Harry glanced at you and you looked back up at him-he took your hand and pulled you with him behind Mal, and you remembered his words from Wednesday ‘if something happened at the coronation-would you leave with me?’

You looked behind your shoulder-seeing some of the crowd-like Audrey, Lonnie, Fergus, and Doug-all staring at you with wide eyes. You licked your lips and stepped closer to Harry, the others finally joining the group as Mal ordered Ben to stay back-she didn’t want to hurt him.

Gil glanced down at you and gave you an apologetic smile-one that was barely visible as he went to stand next to Harry-his eyes back on Mal as Audrey suddenly spoke; “I told you so!” she yelled-Mal turning to her with the wand-fear filling Audrey’s face as she leaned back and her family stood in front of her-not knowing what the daughter of Maleficent would to.

Considering what happened on family day.

“Let’s go,” Carlos said, Dude at his feet and whining-it was time. They had the wand. “Revenge time,” Jay muttered, bouncing on his heels-nerves filling his body. they were going to see their parents again, Auradon would be destroyed.

“If we don’t leave now they’ll catch us,” Harry muttered, already seeing guards making their way towards the vks-but they were stopped with a wave of Ben’s hand.

“You really want to do this?” Ben asked, looking right into Mal’s eyes. She shook her head, sobbing a bit-“We have no choice, Ben,” she cried, tears already starting to streak down her face. Ben’s face fell. “our parents-“

“Your parents made their choice!” Ben said, interrupting Mal-he wouldn’t let her mother-or any of the vks parents control them anymore. They weren’t here. They couldn’t hurt them.

No one knew the barrier had been broken yet.

“Now you make yours. It is not your job to continue their work, it is not your duty to carry out their revenge. You are their kids, you deserve to be kids, you are not responsible for their choices.” Ben said, speaking like a true king.

Mal stared at him, looking into his forest green eyes and feeling her heart speed up. Not because of fear or anxiety, but because of realization and hope.

She didn’t want to leave Auradon. She didn’t want to free her mother, she didn’t want to hurt Ben, or leave him. She didn’t want to see Evie get hurt ever again, she didn’t want to see Jay sleep on the streets again, and she didn’t want to see Carlos covered in bruises and burns again. She didn’t want to see Harry limping through the wharf again, she didn’t want to see Gil hiding his pain or smarts with a dumb grin.

She wanted to be happy, and she wanted her friends with her. She wanted to stay with Ben.

“I think I want to be good,” Mal said softly-looking into Ben’s eyes-lowering the wand as she did. Ben smiled; his eyes brighter than ever. “You are good,” he said and Mal shook her head-scrunching her face up.

“How do you know that?!” Mal cried, all her life she had been taught evil, her mother had forced it down her throat. Steal, lie, cheat, deceive, plot, scheme, destroy, hurt.

How did Ben know she had the capability to be good? All she knew was to be evil.

“Because, I’m listening to my heart.” Ben said softly, smiling at Mal. She stopped, her breath catching. “I want to listen to my heart too,” she whispered, shaking her head and lowering the wand-turning to the vks. “and my heart says-we are not our parents!”

The coronation crowd seemed to relax at these words, watching the vks in awe as Mal spoke to her friends. They stared back-as if they couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Mal.

“i-I mean,” Mal shook her head, trying to figure out what to say-she turned to Jay, smiling. “stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Tourney and victory pizza makes you happy.” Jay suppressed his smile, coach smiling at him from the crowd. Mal turned to Carlos, who narrowed his eyes slightly, Dude pawing at his leg. “and you, scratching Dude’s belly makes you happy-I mean-who would’ve thought.”

Carlos snorted, rolling his eyes and looking down and Dude-who gave him a big puppy smile.

Mal turned to Evie, giving a watery smile to the girl who had become her best friend in the last few months; she couldn’t believe she ever hated her. “And Evie, you do not have to play dumb to get a guy-you are so smart!” Evie gave a laugh that was half a sob-nodding to Mal.

Mal turned to Harry and Gil, still smiling. They stared back, still untrusting of the fae that had bullied their best friend for years. “and I know we aren’t friends; we probably never will be but-I’ve seen the way you have both shined in ways I never could’ve imagined. Tourney, roar, cinnamon rolls, grapes-“ Mal laughed again, shaking her head. “(y/n).”

Harry squeezed your hand and you smiled at him from over his shoulder. He smiled back.

“And I don’t want to take over the world with evil,” Mal finally said, tossing up her hands, the wand still in her grip. “I want to go to school with all of you-and be with Ben.” she whirled around-giving Ben her biggest smile, holding up her hand which was decorated with his class ring.

He beamed back, blushing “Because Ben makes me really happy,” Mal sobbed, Adam and Belle smiled down at her-FG too-all so proud of her. She turned back to her friends, still smiling. “us being friends makes me really happy, not destroying things!” They all nodded, agreeing with her-they didn’t want to be villains, they didn’t want to do their parent's bidding anymore.

They wanted to be good, and stay in Auradon.

“I choose good you guys,” Mal finally said, holding out her fist-breathing heavily as she finished her speech. There was a pause, Jay, Evie, Carlos, Harry, and Gil all glancing at one another before Jay smiled, joining Mal. “I choose good too,” he said, throwing his fist up next to Mal’s.

Evie threw her fist up next-beaming with teary eyes. “I choose good too,” she whispered-Gil being the next with a radiant smile, and Mal now knew why Uma kept him around. He was more than just muscle. “Me too! I choose good!”

Belle let out a small laugh from where she was.

Carlos and Harry hesitated-but for different reasons. Carlos held his hands up, furrowing his brows. “So, just to be clear; we don’t have to be worried about how mad our parents will be?” Mal laughed, and so did Evie, Jay, and Ben. “Because they’re gonna be really, really mad.”

Ben stepped forward, like the king he now was. “They can't get you here.” you nodded, stepping out from behind Harry-still holding his hand as you spoke up. “And if they try, I’ll kick their asses.” Ben laughed, and Mal snorted at the thought of you kicking her mom's butt. She honestly bet you could-you were a one-woman army if she ever saw one.

Carlos nodded with a smile-joining his first with the others. “Good,” he said and the crowd cheered. All that was left, was Harry. “Harry?” Ben said as he stared the circle down-Gil looking back at him nervously. “On one condition,” Harry said, looking Ben in the eyes. Ben nodded, anything. Harry licked his lips, glancing back down at you, and then at the golden bracelet on his wrist.

“Me sisters, and me best mate Uma; you get them over ‘ere as soon as possible.” Ben nodded eagerly-that was a very agreeable condition. “Done,” Ben said, beaming. You grinned, shaking Harry’s hand a little and Harry sighed, nodding. “I won't be a goodie-two-shoes, but…aye-I choose good.” With that, Harry joined the vks, placing his hook delicately amongst their fists.

The crowd cheered-celebrating the villain kids turn to good. Mal nodded Ben over and Harry pulled you into the group. “c’mon,” Mal whispered, grinning as Ben placed his fists between hers and Evie’s smiling as the crowd roared even louder-Mal resting her head on his shoulder and sighing, finally relaxing after the last week of chaos and anxiety.

You looked up at Harry, smiling, and he smiled back-leaning in and pressing his lips to your forehead.

Uma couldn’t believe her ears, staring at the tv. They had chosen good. They had indeed abandoned the isle(their parents) but….Harry was keeping his promise, he was going to get her off his rock-away from her mother. Along with his sisters.

And while Uma was still plenty angry with being trapped on this rock for 16 years by the past king for her mother’s crimes, a little voice in the back of her mind said it wouldn’t be so bad. Not if Harry and Gil liked it.

Maybe she could learn to like it too. And if this (y/n) girl made Harry happy, then Uma would just have to accept it and move on.

She was going to be free.

James and Gaston stared in pure rage, the two staring to destroy the tables around them and throwing mugs as they went-they would destroy their sons if they ever showed their faces again. They had betrayed their fathers, they had raised them, protected them, and taught them everything they knew! And they do this?!

Harry and Gil would be dead if their fathers ever saw them again.

The camera suddenly malfunctioned-only the audio remaining-the sound of Maleficent cackling resounding through the speakers-and the cathedral.

The vks, you, and Ben all jumped back, eyes wide as a cloud of green smoke smashed through a window and hit the floor, filling the room as the crowd went silent with horror.

Harry pulled you behind him-holding his hook protectively. He looked to your friends, Lonnie, Jane, Fergus, and Doug; and swiped his arm across, yelling out in panic. “run!” but before anyone could move, Maleficent cackled again-freezing them in their place with fear.

Maleficent formed from the smoke in all her glory and the dragon's eye glowing in her hand. She beamed, throwing her hands out dramatically.

“I’m baaack!”

-end of part 13-

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ( starter call ) - I've been just seriously feeling supernatural au so ♡ for a starter for one of my muses with a supernatural verse listed below ! I used to have this whole au sn!verse option so we can use that or take things in another direction. will shoot you a message to clarify muses and things ! ♡

I've always had this lil sn!verse set in like a dark academia university for sn kind of thing... think wednesday or the witch school sabrina went to in caos vibes. I used to advertise this verse a lot more years ago & I miss it n' feel super musey for it.

if you're interested in supernatural things outside this setting I'm totally okay with that too !!

st. cuorem's university

hidden deep in a misty forest in oregon, st. cruorem’s university serves as a sanctuary of arcane knowledge and supernatural prowess. outwardly, it masquerades as an elite private school for the wealthy, but beneath this facade lies a realm steeped in dark academia and ancient secrets. its sprawling campus, a blend of gothic architecture and enchanted landscapes, boasts ivy-clad stone buildings, towering spires, and grand archways adorned with intricate carvings of mythical beings. the grounds, perpetually shrouded in twilight, hum with magical energy and the scent of pine. inside, dimly lit corridors resonate with the whispers of centuries-old incantations and the soft rustling of ancient tomes. flickering candlelight casts elongated shadows on walls adorned with portraits of past luminaries, their eyes seemingly alive with hidden knowledge. the library, an expansive labyrinth of texts, houses volumes from alchemical treatises to forbidden grimoires. the student body is a diverse assembly of supernatural beings, from vampires and witches to werewolves and more enigmatic creatures, each honing their unique abilities. rigorous training occurs in hidden chambers and expansive, enchanted arenas where students practice spellcasting, combat, and mastery of their inherent powers. st. cruorem’s is not just a school; it’s a who's who of the supernatural world. the social hierarchy here is fierce and competitive, with the elite vying for prominence in a world where power is everything. ancient lineages of vampire royalty, demon nobles, and other powerful entities create an environment of intense rivalry and elitism. secret societies and ancient orders vie for influence, their clandestine gatherings adding to the campus's air of mystery. for those who see beyond its facade, st. cruorem’s is a proving ground where alliances are forged, rivalries ignited, and the future leaders of the supernatural world are shaped.

participating muses

alice winsor ( fc: emily alyn lind ) - vampire royal

estella pierce ( fc: sabrina carpenter ) - succubus

cooper vincent ( fc: rudy pankow ) - succubus

xavier bloom ( fc: benjamin wadsworth ) - demon bastard son

nova lin ( fc: chase sui wonders ) - hellhound

serena anders ( fc: madelyn cline ) - witch

isabelle brooks ( fc: josephine langford ) - siren

monroe tate ( fc: madison bailey ) - werewolf

finley acosta ( fc: evan mock ) - vampire royal

ezra jones ( fc: felix mallard ) - werewolf

logan calloway ( fc: katie douglas ) - reaper

reid calloway ( fc: drew starkey ) - reaper

camron calloway ( fc: jeremy allen white ) - reaper

tinsleigh howe ( fc: kristine froseth ) - witch

elias howe ( fc: barry keoghan ) - warlock

arlo zimmerman ( fc: sean kaufman ) - werewolf

colby alira ( fc: thomas weatherall ) - vampire

lunara polat ( fc: derya pinar ak ) - cupid

max ortiz ( fc: gabriel guevara ) - warlock

elodie moreno ( fc: nicole wallace ) - witch

kalen asher ( fc:  jonathan daviss ) - warlock

river st. james ( fc: nicholas galitzine ) - vampire

dane amato ( fc: simone baldasseroni ) - demon prince

[seitmai]

Y/N smirked and stopped in front of them, looking at Goose and saying “thank you for the fun last night,” which caused Maverick to turn his surprised expression towards his best friend. When Y/N walked away, sitting down in a seat up front, Maverick fist bumped Goose for his conquest. But Goose knew right then and there, he was going to marry you.

They simply matched each other's freak right away 😅

 Y/N and Goose were married about six months after that night. Her father was not happy that she had fallen in love with an aviator, but she argued that he was just more than that. They married in her parents backyard, a small ceremony with just family and friends. Maverick had brought Admiral Benjamin’s daughter as a date, and Y/N’s dad couldn’t help but run and call his friend telling him.

Not the admirals gossiping lmao

Goose knew of Y/N’s dream as well, them both sharing similar dreams, but Goose wanted it more for her than anything. 

He is her biggest fan and benefactor 🥹

“Oh god no,” Y/N laughed and shook her head, “He would hate flying with me. You heard him while I was driving! Imagine him up in the sky with me! Sheesh.”

 Valid haha

“Med bay is in building twenty-one eighteen,” Iceman said, leaning forward. Y/N looked at him and narrowed her eyes, “Holy shit, Devil?” “Ice Cream,” Y/N said and she heard his RIO laugh next to him.

The "ice cream" cracked me up 😂

“Yes Sir,” She answered confidently, and Goose couldn’t help but smile at her confidence. 

Goose with a wide grin and thinking in his head: "That's my wife!!!"

“Oh good god, let’s go!” Y/N laughed, grabbing Goose’s hand and pulling him from the classroom. Iceman eyed the two of them as they walked down the hallway, suspicion rising in his body. He had noticed the ring on her finger, something she hadn’t had four years ago during their time at the Academy. 

Urgh let a girl have a love life 😒

Goose shot his wife a look as she looked at Tom annoyed, “Tom, never the pleasure to see you again.” 

Iconic greeting lol

“Says you! Those walls are thin, I’ll have you know,” Maverick said, and Y/N felt her ears turn red as she hid her face in Nick’s back. “Well then invest in some ear plugs, cause I’m about to go make sweet love to my lady.”

🤭🤭🤭

“You scared me today,” Y/N said, closing her book and putting it down on the table beside them. Her hands went to his brown locks of hair, running through them, “You could’ve gotten kicked out, Nick. Both of you. We’ve been here for less than a week and you’ve already caused some shit. This can’t. . . It can’t be like this. I love Maverick and I know you love flying with him but. . . Goose you just have more than him to think about. I mean I would eventually like to have a family…”  “I know you do,” Goose sat up and turned to look at his wife. He could see the worry on her features, and he grabbed her hands, kissing her knuckles, “I’m sorry.” 

You just know he is truly sorry, he is like a puppy and wants to be good for her 🥺🤭

She placed a kiss on his lips and stood up from the couch. Goose couldn’t help but smack her ass as she walked by causing her to yelp, “Nicholas Bradshaw!” “Y/N Bradshaw!” Goose mocked back. She flipped him off and walked down to their room.

They are perfect for each other 🥰🤭

The restaurant was small and quiet, but just perfect for a night out. Goose couldn’t take his eyes off his wife as he pulled her chair out for her and kissed her cheek before taking a seat on his own. He wasn’t holding back in treating his girl. He ordered the expensive bottle of champagne and told her that she could order anything her little heart desires. It had been weeks since he got to take her out, they usually had a date night at least once a week. It was hard to have any privacy in general while living on a training installation. 

I'm obsessed with lovey dovey Goose 🥰

“What?” Goose asked, with shock on his face. He moved his chair closer to her, grabbing her hand, “Of course you deserve it. You got nominated and accepted fair and square. No one knew that you were a female when they looked at your packet, all they knew was a name and rank.”

Her biggest cheerleader 🥰

“I don’t want to fly anymore,” She admitted, and looked up at Goose, who’s eyes were full of understanding, “I have three years of my contract left, and then I’m going to get out.” “If that’s what you want,” He squeezed her hand, “Then I’m going to support you no matter what. But you should know that if you want to have a family and keep flying, then we can still do that. I don’t have the tie to the flight world and the Navy like you do. I’ve had my fun flying around in the sky, I would gladly walk away from it too, if that means you can have the family you want and still fly.” 

I had literal tears in my eyes because he is just the best partner ever and will do everything for his wife 🥹🥰

“I know,” Goose said, and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, “It’s a curse, ya know. Good man, good looks, great ass. I really don’t know how I’ve survived it.” Y/N shoved him off but he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled him in close, “I love you, Y/N.” 

And he knows how to make her smile, big bonus 🫶🏻

It kept him busy, kept him moving. But the second he met her, he was ready to give it all up and settle down. If she would’ve asked, Goose would’ve stayed home with their kids. So she could live out her dream of flying. He would’ve done anything she would’ve asked.

He would have been the best stay at home dad and trophy husband 😭💔

“It’s because he can’t,” Goose said, “But he can,” He nodded towards Viper who was standing by the door, “He can tell me that the department of defense regrets to inform me that my wife died in a training incident. That despite their best efforts there was nothing they could do to save-“ Goose let out a sob as Viper put his hand on his shoulder. Maverick clenched his jaw as his friend broke down in tears.

Frame Me up on the Wall - N. Bradshaw

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompt: broken window

synopsis: Going to TopGun was a once in a life time opportunity, and the chance of a life time. Being the first female Aviator in the program had a lot of challenges, but being there with your husband had even more.

warnings: character death, sexism, cursing, feelings of doom, fear, mentions of parental death, mentions of trying for a child.

word count: 6.6k

All she ever wanted to do was fly. And she was going to do it no matter what. Y/N loved anything and everything to do with planes, having grown up a military kid, her dad flying planes in Korea. It shocked nobody when she applied for the Naval academy, getting accepted on her first go around. She worked her ass off, proving she was more than an admiral’s daughter, earning her call sign ‘Devil’. When Y/N was asked, “what’s your favorite part about flying?” She would answer, sharing the sky with her husband and best friend. 

When she had met Nick Bradshaw, it was in true Nick Bradshaw fashion. He had spotted her across the bar, pointing her out to his best friend Pete. After the rendition of ‘That Loving Feeling’, Y/N was bright red and invited him for a drink. Goose had worked his charm, proving to be both goofy and handsome. Nick should’ve known she was more than just a girl at the bar, but he was too blinded to see the look in her eye as he explained what he did. He missed the fake dumb act she put on, answering back with sarcasm and giving him a pouting look when he told her he was “basically on the fighting lines all the time.” and that he would “love to have your pretty face to come home too.” 

It wasn’t until the next morning when Y/N walked into the briefing room, flight suit on her body, her hair done perfectly, dark aviators covering her eyes that Goose had figured it out. It all made sense to him, and he tried not to stare at her as Maverick was gawking at her. Y/N smirked and stopped in front of them, looking at Goose and saying “thank you for the fun last night,” which caused Maverick to turn his surprised expression towards his best friend. When Y/N walked away, sitting down in a seat up front, Maverick fist bumped Goose for his conquest. But Goose knew right then and there, he was going to marry you. 

Y/N and Goose were married about six months after that night. Her father was not happy that she had fallen in love with an aviator, but she argued that he was just more than that. They married in her parents backyard, a small ceremony with just family and friends. Maverick had brought Admiral Benjamin’s daughter as a date, and Y/N’s dad couldn’t help but run and call his friend telling him. Goose and Y/N’s marriage was strictly a need to know basis, worried what others would say about it. She kept her last name on all her documents, but would occasionally sign ‘Y/N Bradshaw.’ 

She had been sitting in the comms room that morning, listening to Maverick, Goose, Cougar and Merlin flying around. She had been waiting for them to land so she could tell Goose the good news. Her hard work had paid off, and she and her RIO Joker had been picked to go to TopGun in Miramar. It was only her life’s dream to be able to fly at TopGun. Her dad had been a TopGun pilot, placing second in his class behind the current CO, Viper. Goose knew of Y/N’s dream as well, them both sharing similar dreams, but Goose wanted it more for her than anything. 

Her and Cougar were to report in two days, but when he came back all freaked out from the MiG incident, Y/N felt like her dream was slipping from her hands as she sat in the orderly room across from Admiral Jardian’s office. She briefly talked to Cougar, him apologizing for possibly messing up her chance, but she assured him that it was okay. She would rather have her wingman safe than in a casket. Goose caught sight of her for a brief second, taking in the broken sight of her eyes as she sat down with a heavy sigh. The second Stinger said he was sending Goose and Maverick as a replacement, and Goose was ready to run out the door. Y/N lifted her head up from her hands as the two men walked out and Goose ran over to her, pulling her up in his arms. 

“Whoa! Mother Goose, what’s all this?” Y/N giggled. 

“I’m going to TopGun! We’re going to freaking TopGun!” Goose said, “Aha! Can you believe it babe! Mav and I!” 

“Wow, baby, I’m so proud of you!” Y/N said, and kissed him, “You too Mav. You guys earned it.” 

“It’s crazy,” Maverick said, smiling down at his boots, “hey, did Stinger say who the wingman is going to be that’s going with us?” 

“Nah,” Goose said, shaking his head, and putting an arm around his wife’s waist, pulling her in and placing a kiss on her cheek. 

“Well. . . I was waiting until you guys landed, but someone decided to be a rebel and do some outlaw shit up there,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes playfully, “Stinger told me right after you guys took off. . . I got into TopGun.” 

Goose and Maverick’s jaws both dropped as they looked at her. Goose, once again pulled her in for a tight hug, spinning her in a circle. Maverick couldn’t help the bright smile upon his face seeing both his friends so happy. It was all Maverick ever wanted in his life, for the two people he loved so dearly to be happy. 

“You devil! You weren’t going to say anything were you? Pull another one of your tricks where you just show up,” Goose said. 

“Gotta live up to my callsign,” She smirked, “Ah, it’s like the stars are lining! Getting to live my dream of going to TopGun, and with you two buffoons.” 

“If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up,” Goose said, and kissed his wife’s forehead, “Come on! I smuggled in a six pack of budweiser from the last port!”

That night the three of you spent celebrating the accomplishments of making it to TopGun. Maverick sat on his bunk in his shared room with Goose, as his best friend danced with his wife. It was like watching his parents, Maverick always felt like home with the two of them. He would do anything and everything to protect the two of them. He knew that Y/N had a lot of trust in him, her husband’s life was literally in his hands when they flew. Maverick knew that, and it weighed on his mind constantly. 

— — — 

Y/N had missed the beach. Yes, being on the Enterprise in the middle ocean was fun, but having her toes in the sand was something different. Her, Maverick, and Goose had arrived in Miramar earlier that day. Joker was taking some time off to visit his girl back home before he came to TopGun. She had snuck out of her shared room with Goose to find some quiet in the still night before her first day. First days were always nerve wracking for her, but this was worse. She was used to being one of few females, but being the only female was going to be different. Y/N was used to the male vibrato, but knew it was going to be worse than it ever was. She could hold her own, she knew she could, she was a great pilot, there was a reason why she was here. 

“Knew i’d find you here,” She startled at the voice of her best friend behind her. She gave Maverick a shy smile as he sat down in the cool sand next to her. The moonlight and the fluorescents from the parklot illuminated the night ocean as the waves crashed on the shore, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Am I that predictable?” Y/N said with a small laugh. 

“Little bit, I grew up with you, remember,” Maverick smirked, and Y/N pulled at her sweatshirt sleeves, “You okay?” 

“What if I’m not good enough? What if this is just Viper doing a favor for my dad? Making my little dream come true.” 

“Are you doubting yourself? The devil? The terror in the sky? Is doubting her skills? One of three pilots of this generation to have a combat kill and dogfight with a MiG-28?” Maverick said, “Youngest aviator to have combat kill, youngest female to make rank of lieutenant in the squadron. And the only female selected to go to TopGun. And you’re doubting you’re good enough? You are amazing, everyone can see that, no matter who’s kid you are. You prove to everyone that you are Lieutenant Y/N ‘Devil’ Y/L/N, not Admiral Y/L/N’s kid.” 

“Thank you Mav,” Y/N said, leaning her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and rubbed his hand up and down her arm, “You know he loves flying with you. He would’ve done it regardless, he would’ve hated it, but he would’ve done it.” 

Maverick nodded, knowing she was talking about Goose, “I think he’d like flying with you more sometimes.” 

“Oh god no,” Y/N laughed and shook her head, “He would hate flying with me. You heard him while I was driving! Imagine him up in the sky with me! Sheesh.” 

Maverick laughed and held her tightly. The two of them sat in silence for a while, watching the waves crash against the white sand. Eventually Y/N called it a night, finding her way back to the warmth of her husband. Nick was laying on his back, arm spread out waiting for her to join by his side. His lips were slightly parted as he snored. Y/N smiled as she climbed in and cuddled against his chest. His arm tightened around her frame as he moved subconsciously in his sleep, bringing her in and placing a kiss on her forehead. 

— — — 

Y/N was one of the first people in the briefing room, sitting up front on the right side. The only other people there was another flight team, and the pilot she immediately recognized. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was a face she’d never forget. They had been at the naval academy together, and he spent most of their years teasing Y/N relentlessly, making her doubt herself more than she ever had in her life. Iceman was someone who was stuck in his old ways. She had met Tom back when she was in the academy. Y/N was the only female in their graduating class, and Tom wasn’t above trying to push her out.There were nights where she would contemplate packing up and leaving. But she knew she couldn’t let him win. Y/N walked right past him to her seat, and could feel his eyes on her. 

“Uh, you lost?” Iceman asked and Y/N could hear his smirk. 

“Nope,” She said, not bothering to turn around and look at him. 

“Med bay is in building twenty-one eighteen,” Iceman said, leaning forward. Y/N looked at him and narrowed her eyes, “Holy shit, Devil?” 

“Ice Cream,” Y/N said and she heard his RIO laugh next to him. Iceman dramatically chomped his jaw and sat back in his chair. 

She counted that as a win as she sat back in her seat as her class filled in. Maverick greeted her with a smile as they sat on the other side of the aisle. Goose gave her a nod, and tapped his wedding ring, their silent way of saying ‘I love you’. Y/N tapped the gold band on her finger. 

They all sat through the briefing on what TopGun was and why it was created. Y/N knew most of the history having heard it from her father over and over again. She looked over to Maverick, giving him a look that screams ‘I'm bored’ and Maverick smirked. She could feel Iceman’s stare burning holes in the back of her head, and did her best to not let it bother her. Y/N casted her eyes down when Viper walked to the front. She knew that he would recognize both her and Maverick, haven flown with their fathers. She gave Viper a small nod as he explained the overall mission and how to be the best. Y/N noticed Maverick looking around at the class and Goose whispering something to him. 

“In case you are wondering who’s the best,” Viper said, “There’s this plaque. Best driver and his RIO from each class has their name on it.” 

“Hear that Devil, his not hers,” Iceman whispered to her. She turned around and flipped him off. 

“And they have the option to come back here and be TopGun instructors,” Viper continued, walking back to the front of the room, “You think your name is gonna be on that plaque?” Viper asked, looking right at Y/N. She shifted in her seat, sitting up straighter. 

“Yes Sir,” She answered confidently, and Goose couldn’t help but smile at her confidence. 

“That’s pretty arrogant for the company you are in. You would be the first female there,” Viper said. 

“Up for the challenge, sir.” 

“I like that in a pilot,” Viper said to her. Y/N bit back a smirk, “Just remember when it’s over out there we are all on the same team. This school is about combat. There are no points for second place.” Viper looked at his class before dismissing them. 

Maverick looked over at Y/N and smirked, “Nice going.” 

“You know me,” Y/N said. Goose let her walk in front of her, as they walked towards the exit of the room. 

“The uh, plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies’ room, maybe Devil can show you,” Iceman spoke as they walked past him. Goose let out a loud sarcastic laugh, leaning his head on Y/N’s shoulder and it made her crack a smile. She wanted so bad to elbow her goofy husband but just shook her head. 

“Ah you kill me, you really do,” Goose said, pretending to wipe a tear from under his eyes and turned to look at the plaque, pointing at some random name, “No, no, no, there’s two O’s in ‘Goose’ boys.” 

“Oh good god, let’s go!” Y/N laughed, grabbing Goose’s hand and pulling him from the classroom. Iceman eyed the two of them as they walked down the hallway, suspicion rising in his body. He had noticed the ring on her finger, something she hadn’t had four years ago during their time at the Academy. 

— — — 

It wasn’t that she didn’t like going out with Maverick and Goose, it was that she didn’t like the antics that they got up to. She would’ve rather stayed in their dorm room, reading a book on flight paths but Goose had dragged her to the local club, laying out her dress whites and making sure her ribbons and awards were squared away. She glared at Goose pretty much the whole way as he held her hand as they walked behind Maverick. The club was full of smoke and loud music, and some questionably dressed ladies. Maverick’s classic smirk arose to his face the second they walked in. 

“This is what I call a target rich environment,” Maverick said. 

“You live your life between your legs, Mav,” Goose said to his friend. 

“Goose, you could get laid in a place like this,” Maverick responded. 

“Hey!” Y/N yelled. 

“I mean, if he didn’t have the best wife in the world,” Maverick smiled, throwing his arm around her. 

“Oh shush it,” Y/N rolled her eyes and walked up to the bar. She ordered them all beers and leaned against the counter, looking around at the various club goers, her eyes spotting the familiar blonde tips and rolling her eyes. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside?

“You wanna know who the best is?” Y/N sighed and nodded over to Iceman, “Iceman. That’s the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down, you get bored and frustrated and do something stupid, that’s where he’s got ya. Make you doubt everything,” She looked down at the red label of her beer bottle. Goose could feel the anxiety rolling off his wife and squeezed her hip. She smiled shyly at him as he called to Slider, Iceman’s RIO. 

Iceman made his way over to them, having taken off his sunglasses. Y/N stood up taller and smiled at them, greeting Slider with a handshake. She couldn’t help but notice the way Slider looked her up and down and she clenched her jaw. This was how most men in her field greeted her. Like she was going to be an easy lay, little did they know that the man who had her screaming was mere inches away from her. 

“Hey, mother goose, how are you?” Tom said, greeting them. 

“Good, Tom,” Goose said, shaking his hand, “This is Pete Mitchell and Y/N Y/L/N-” 

“The Devil of the Western Sky,” Tom smirked, “Oh we go way back, don’t we, little bird?” 

Goose shot his wife a look as she looked at Tom annoyed, “Tom, never the pleasure to see you again.” 

“Likewise,” Tom smirked at her, “Congratulations on TopGun,” Tom said, directing his gaze to Pete. 

Y/N leaned back against the bar, listening to their conversation, which was pretty much a dick measuring contest. Iceman was being Iceman, trying to prove how he was better than everyone. Goose noticed his wife’s sudden silence, usually she was the one to fire back when men like this would try and knock them down. Devil was infamous for pissing off old cranky admirals and getting under her male counterparts' skin, but there was something about Iceman that made her cower. 

“Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh? I mean, first the MiG and then you guys slide into Cougar's spot?” 

“And Devil here must just be along for the ride?” 

“We didn’t slide into anyone’s spot,” Goose said defending not only himself but his wife, “It was ours. And Devil is a great pilot, she earned her spot.” 

“Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close,” Slider said, “Guess you guys are lucky and famous?” 

“No, you mean notorious,” Iceman said, knocking back the rest of his drink, “I’ll see you later,” He said, sending a wink in Y/N’s direction. She clenched her jaw as she watched them walk away, letting out a heavy sigh. 

“They were abused children,” Goose said, and Y/N laughed. 

Goose finished off his drink and then placed the bet for the night, and Y/N was thankful it didn’t involve anything to do with streaking down the cabin hallway. Instead, Maverick had to pick a lady to go talk to. Y/N scanned the bar for possible candidates when Maverick landed his eyes on a blonde woman across the bar. 

“I don’t know, it just. . . it just doesn’t seem fair,” Maverick said, “For you I mean, but uh. . .” Maverick placed a hand on Goose’s shoulder, not taking his eyes off the blonde, “She’s lost that loving feeling.” 

“She’s lost that. . . no she hasn’t.” 

“Yes, she has,” Maverick said and Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. The deja vu setting in as she could remember the night Nick had come over to her, doing the same act Maverick was doing. 

“She’s not lost that loving-” 

“She’s lost it man.” 

“Mav, come on.” Goose begged as his pilot walked away. He cursed and looked at his wife who was giggling, “I hate it when he does that, shit.” 

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Y/N smiled and placed a kiss on Goose’s cheek. 

Y/N watched from across the bar as Maverick grabbed the microphone, and Goose slid his aviators on his eyes. Her cheeks instantly pinked up as soon as Maverick started singing. She could only remember the mortified feeling she had when they all started singing to her some four years ago, and could see the girl that Maverick was singing too had the same expression. Goose looked at his wife and pointed at her when they shouted the chorus. Y/N giggled, hiding her face in her hands. The club erupted in cheers when the woman invited Maverick to sit down and Goose shook his friend’s hand. Y/N ordered them both another beer and walked over to her husband. 

“Success is mine!” Goose said, taking the beer from his wife. Y/N held her beer up and clinked the glass bottles together, “You think this one will stick?” 

“Have you met your friend?” Y/N smiled, “I’m sorry about Iceman.” 

“You gonna tell me why he gets under your skin?” Goose looked at her, his sweet brown eyes filled with love. She put her hand on his cheek and caressed it lightly. 

“Eventually,” Y/N smiled, right as the woman Mav was talking to walked by them. 

“Your friend was magnificent,” She said, fixing her chapstick. Both Y/N and Goose shared a look and then Mav walked out, fixing his belt. 

“Nah,” Goose said and Maverick just shrugged, “Dirty bird!” 

“Says you! Those walls are thin, I’ll have you know,” Maverick said, and Y/N felt her ears turn red as she hid her face in Nick’s back. 

“Well then invest in some ear plugs, cause I’m about to go make sweet love to my lady.” 

— — — 

Dogfighting was one of her favorite things about flying. Y/N was ready to get things kicked off in the air as her and Joker walked into the hangar in the morning. She wore her wedding band around her dog tags, knowing it wasn’t part of the flight uniform. Her and Joker sat up front, across from Goose and Maverick. The second they heard heels clicking on the floor as Jester was giving the brief on the civilian contractor, Y/N knew this couldn’t be good. 

Her suspicion was answered when the woman from the night before walked to the front of the classroom. She looked over at Maverick, who was hiding his eyes behind his aviators. When they were dismissed Y/N elbowed Goose for flipping off their instructor as they were explaining their interaction with the MiG. 

The sky was a beautiful blue as her and Joker took flight. She was doing her first HOP. 

“Oh screw you Jester,” Y/N said over comms, “Find him Joker.” 

“Doing what I can, Devil.” Joker said, looking around the canopy, searching for Jester, “On our tail. Come on Devil, do some of that pilot shit.” 

“I’m trying,” Y/N said as she moved their jet out of the way of Jester’s missile lock. She did the best she could to keep moving, but Jester was relentless, staying on her, “I’ve had enough of this shit,” She said, and pulled the joystick back, “Alright, gonna pull the break, and he’ll go right by.” 

“A little cobra,” Joker smirked. As soon as Jester put missile lock on them, she pulled up, flipping over them, causing Jester to spin. Wolfman let out a loud holler as Y/N flipped over Jester, getting behind him and putting missile lock on him right away, “Got ‘em! Jester’s dead!” 

“Fuck yeah!” Y/N cheered. 

“That was a good move, clear for landing,” Jester said over comms. 

When Y/N landed her and Joker did their “secret” handshake and they walked to the comms room to hear the other flights. She caught the end of Iceman’s, and he had successfully taken Jester down too. It was now time for Maverick and Goose. Y/N said a small prayer, like she always did when they took off, and listened to their comms. She clenched her jaw when Mav said he was dipping below the hard deck, knowing they were going to get yelled at for that. But she smiled when they had defeated Jester too, but it was short lived when Maverick decided to buzz the tower without permission. 

“And these are the people you spend your time around?” Iceman asked, leaning over her shoulder, “The one you married?” She snapped her head towards him, “I saw you both leave the club the other night, unless you are both committing adultery.” 

“Shut up,” Y/N sneered.  

“He’s unsafe and you know it. You might be the terror of the sky, but he’s just a terror in general. You hang out with him any longer and you’ll start your own rap sheet or worse. . . your own folded flag.”

Y/N didn’t talk to Maverick or Goose until later that night. Goose had come home, seeing her curled up on the couch in nothing but one of his shirts, and a book in her hands. He laid down in between her legs, his head in her lap. The conversation she had with Iceman was weighing on her heavily. She trusted Maverick and knew he wouldn’t do anything intentionally to hurt her or Goose. But it scared her today when they dropped below the Hard Deck and then their fly by. 

“I can tell you want to say something,” Goose said, his voice muffled. He rolled on to his back and looked up at her, “Say it.” 

“You scared me today,” Y/N said, closing her book and putting it down on the table beside them. Her hands went to his brown locks of hair, running through them, “You could’ve gotten kicked out, Nick. Both of you. We’ve been here for less than a week and you’ve already caused some shit. This can’t. . . It can’t be like this. I love Maverick and I know you love flying with him but. . . Goose you just have more than him to think about. I mean I would eventually like to have a family…” 

“I know you do,” Goose sat up and turned to look at his wife. He could see the worry on her features, and he grabbed her hands, kissing her knuckles, “I’m sorry.” 

As much as she got worried about when he flew, he got worried when she flew. She had her moments of recklessness when she didn’t want to particularly listen to a certain hard deck limit or CO response. But she had always made the promise to come back to him. He knew eventually she would step away from the Navy, she wanted a family, a couple kids and a big backyard on a ranch somewhere. He wanted that too. As much as he loved flying, he loved being with her. 

Goose sighed, “I gotta talk to him. When I first got here all I wanted was that trophy, now all I want to do is graduate.” 

“You will, we both will,” Y/N said, lifting his chin with her fingers, “Go talk to him. I’m gonna go to bed.” She placed a kiss on his lips and stood up from the couch. Goose couldn’t help but smack her ass as she walked by causing her to yelp, “Nicholas Bradshaw!” 

“Y/N Bradshaw!” Goose mocked back. She flipped him off and walked down to their room.

— — —

They hadn’t had a date night since they came to Miramar. After a hot day of playing volleyball against Slider and Iceman, Goose had promised to take his wife out to dinner. Besides, she looked too amazing sitting on the sidelines in just a bikini top and jean shorts, tanning her skin to not take out. Goose had made reservations off base, so they could actually act like they knew each other. Y/N wore a simple sundress and sandals, while Goose wore a classic Hawaiian shirt and his levi jeans. 

The restaurant was small and quiet, but just perfect for a night out. Goose couldn’t take his eyes off his wife as he pulled her chair out for her and kissed her cheek before taking a seat on his own. He wasn’t holding back in treating his girl. He ordered the expensive bottle of champagne and told her that she could order anything her little heart desires. It had been weeks since he got to take her out, they usually had a date night at least once a week. It was hard to have any privacy in general while living on a training installation. 

“To my beautiful wife, kicking ass and taking names and being number one in the class,” Nick said, raising his champagne glass. She clinked hers against his and took a sip, “Great balls of fire! This shit is good.” 

“Slow your roll Mr. Bradshaw, we haven’t even eaten dinner yet,” She smirked. 

“Sweetheart you are looking like a full course meal right there. Wouldn’t mind putting you on the table for-” 

“Nick!” She cut him off as she felt heat rise on her face, “I can’t believe Maverick let you go for the night.” 

“He’s got a date with the hot instructor,” Goose shrugged, putting his glass down, “I think he might actually like her, more than just having a one night stand.” 

“Yeah,” Y/N scoffed, “And I’m gonna win the TopGun trophy.” 

“You might,” Goose said, “You’re right behind Iceman and Slider.” 

It was true, Viper had released the points and standings today. Maverick and Goose held down third place, only a few points behind Y/N and Joker, and her, right behind Iceman. Of course, the blonde haired pilot had some comment about it, still not wanting to believe Y/N was there on her own merit. Y/N was used to Iceman’s comments, having been with him in flight school, it was Maverick’s comment she hadn’t expected. 

“Third? I thought we were doing better than that.” 

Y/N knew it was less of a diss at her and more of a comment about his own skills, but it still didn’t feel great hearing out of her friend’s mouth. Goose could tell that she had gotten into her own head, gently nudging her foot underneath the table. Y/N lifted her head and Goose smiled at her. 

“I lost ya there for a moment,” He said. 

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed, and was silent for a moment, before asking, “Do you think I deserve it? My spot, to win?” 

“What?” Goose asked, with shock on his face. He moved his chair closer to her, grabbing her hand, “Of course you deserve it. You got nominated and accepted fair and square. No one knew that you were a female when they looked at your packet, all they knew was a name and rank.” Y/N nodded her head, knowing that he was right, but something still felt off. “What’s really going on, Y/N? You have been. . . distant these past couple of days.” 

“I’m just scared,” Y/N said honestly, looking at her husband, “The more I think about it, what I’m doing and what it’s going to mean being a TopGun pilot, the more I start thinking about my future. You know Mav and I are both gold star kids. I don’t want to do that to my child.” 

Goose nodded his head, “You don’t want to fly anymore.” 

Tears brimmed her eyes as she looked down at the simple gold wedding band on her finger. She hardly ever wore her diamond ring, worried about it getting damaged or lost while she was on deployments or missions. 

“I don’t want to fly anymore,” She admitted, and looked up at Goose, who’s eyes were full of understanding, “I have three years of my contract left, and then I’m going to get out.” 

“If that’s what you want,” He squeezed her hand, “Then I’m going to support you no matter what. But you should know that if you want to have a family and keep flying, then we can still do that. I don’t have the tie to the flight world and the Navy like you do. I’ve had my fun flying around in the sky, I would gladly walk away from it too, if that means you can have the family you want and still fly.” 

Y/N smiled at him, knowing that he would say those exact words. Goose was a man who would jump in front of a bullet for a stranger, without even being asked. He knew how important it was to her to carry on her father’s legacy of being a Naval Aviator. Hell, it was the only thing that kept her going during those long nights in flight school and at the Academy. But Goose also knew how much she wanted a family. They had decided, before getting into TopGun, that they would start trying for a child as soon as they got back from their deployment in the Indian Ocean. They had spent many late nights, cuddled up close in the small twin bed bunks, listening to Maverick’s loud snores, and thinking of baby names. 

“You’re a good man, Nick Bradshaw,” Y/N whispered, rubbing her thumb over his hand. 

“I know,” Goose said, and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, “It’s a curse, ya know. Good man, good looks, great ass. I really don’t know how I’ve survived it.” Y/N shoved him off but he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled him in close, “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Goose,” She said and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

— — —

They were in the home stretch. The final two weeks of the TopGun Academy, the final moments were it all counted. The pilots only had two more hops to prove their skills in the sky, before they would take their final exams and get their final placements. The standings had changed, going into this week, with Y/N and Joker now leading ahead of Iceman and Slider. There was a certain tension in the room, when the four of them found out, all of them sharing a quick glance before focusing back on Jester. He rattled off the pairings for today’s hop, Y/N and Jokers vs Iceman and Slider. 

“Are you ready for this Devil?” Iceman asked, walking down the hallway towards the tarmac. 

“Just another day Kazansky,” Y/N said back, keeping her eyes forward as Iceman looked her over. 

Preflight check went off without a hitch. It was basically muscle memory for Y/N as she looked over her plane, checking the fuel and oil logs, writing down her pre-flight mileage, and making sure all the necessary parts were working. Before climbing up into the cockpit, she looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud in the way, a perfect day to hit the sky, and yet, Y/N felt a sense of doom as she climbed up. 

“You ready?” Joker asked, strapping his mask on his face. 

Y/N sighed, “Yeah. As I’ll ever be.” She waited for command from the tower before she took off, Iceman right behind her. They followed the flight plan out before they got their designated distance away. Iceman flew right up next to her, looking over at her. 

“Devil, Iceman,” Jester said from his plane, “Fight’s on!” And he took a sharp left. 

“I’m in!” Y/N said, going after him, just as Ice cut her off, “Son of a bitch cut me off!” 

Ice had dove right between her and the plane, already too close to get proper missile lock on it. Y/N backed her speed down and dropped below Ice and the bogey, trying to give them room. Ice called out that he was too close and had to switch to guns. 

“Ice, move in or clear!” 

Y/N stayed tight underneath the two of them, having the perfect angle to shoot the bogey. She cursed knowing she could take the shot if Ice would just move out. She didn’t want to try in case he were to drop and get in her missile lock. 

“I need another 20 seconds then I’ve got it,” Ice called out. 

“I’m moving in, I’ve got the shot,” Y/N called, and started to pull ahead so she could get in a better ranger. 

“Come on, Devil, let's get in there! Come on!” Joker encouraged her. She pulled in, closing the gap and getting more visible to the jet above. Slider looked down and could see the determined look on her face. 

“Devil’s getting impatient, Ice. Come on, take the shot,” Slider said. 

“Ten more seconds then I’ve got him,” Ice responded. Y/N pulled her jet up, making her level with Iceman and slider. 

“Come on Ice, get the hell out of there!” Y/N said, keeping her jet steady. 

“Let’s do it, Devil,” Joker could see she was in perfect position to slide in once Ice moved. 

“Ice come off high right, I’m moving in,” Y/N called out the direction. 

“Five more seconds!” 

“Come off high right, I’m in.” 

“I’m off, shit!” Ice cursed and took off fast to the right, sending Y/N and Joker in his jet wash. 

“We’re in his jet wash!” Y/N called out, feeling the turbulence of the jet. She grabbed the joystick with both hands, trying to keep it steady, but it was no use as they lost their engines and started to spin. 

“Shit! We got a flame out! Engine one is out!” Joker called, “Engine two is out!” 

“Joker, I can’t control it, I can’t recover. Shit!” 

“It’s coupling out, come on Devil. We’re out of control, this is not good!” Joker called out, as they barrel rolled in the sky, before hitting flat spin. 

“Mayday, mayday, Devil’s in trouble, she’s in a flat spin. She’s heading out to sea.” Ice said, watching as his wingman’s jet traveled towards the endless blue. 

“Altitude eighth thousand, seven thousand,” Joker called out, feeling his body fight against the g-forces, “Six! We’re at six, Devil!” 

“I’m pinned forward, Joke. I can’t reach the ejection handle!” She cried out, as her body was pinned from the force of the spin to the dash of her jet. She tried to reach up to grab them but it was no use, “We’re gonna burn in. You’re gonna have to punch us out. Eject! Eject!” 

“I’m trying!” Joker groaned, reaching above his head trying to grab them, “Watch the canopy!” He called as he pulled the handles. Y/N did her best to cover her head as the canopy shot off. 

Being tossed from her seat she closed her eyes feeling the weight of something heavy hit the back of her head and the world going black. The last thing she could see behind her eyes was the image of Goose on their wedding day, smiling and waiting for her. She held out her hand as he took it and smiled at him. 

— — — 

He never wanted to be the husband in the waiting room. He didn’t do well with patience, always having to keep moving, keep doing something, which was why he chose to be a navy pilot in the first place. It kept him busy, kept him moving. But the second he met her, he was ready to give it all up and settle down. If she would’ve asked, Goose would’ve stayed home with their kids. So she could live out her dream of flying. He would’ve done anything she would’ve asked. Goose stood up as the doors to the waiting room opened. Joker gave him a grim look and walked away, not saying anything.

 “That must be good right?” Maverick said, standing up next to his friend, “He didn’t come give you the-” 

“It’s because he can’t,” Goose said, “But he can,” He nodded towards Viper who was standing by the door, “He can tell me that the department of defense regrets to inform me that my wife died in a training incident. That despite their best efforts there was nothing they could do to save-“ Goose let out a sob as Viper put his hand on his shoulder. Maverick clenched his jaw as his friend broke down in tears.

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[oldmke]

If you glanced northward along the Milwaukee river from the Wisconsin st. bridge in the first decade of the century, this is the view which greeted you between Wisconsin and Mason sts. - the back doors of some of the city's prominent business establishments gracing E. Water st. (now N. Water). The J.C. Iversen Co. advertised its picture frames, looking glasses, and cabinet hardware. Julius Lando, a Milwaukee optician, greeted patients in his office at 419 E. Water. "We can plate anything" was the claim of Adolph Werner, silversmith, 415 E. Water. In the same building was the office of the Milwaukee Gunning System, offering not 45s, but bulletin, wall and commercial signs. Right next door, Joseph Foertsch operated a saloon and restaurant, the Olympic Sample Room. Herman Gaulke & Co., tailors, provided Milwaukeeans with the latest in fashions from a shop at 421 E. Water. At the foot of Mason st. Benjamin Mock had a livery stable, where customers could rent or purchase horse drawn conveyances. Although they were not located in the area, other Milwaukee firms made use of riverfront advertising—Boston Store and Goodman’s Great Bargain Center, located at the northwest corner of 4th and Grand, the present site of Penney’s, where Milwaukeeans could purchase dry goods, clothing, shoes, furniture and groceries. (Picture courtesy of Carl Remeeus, 2742 N. Hackett av., and information from the local history collection of the Milwaukee public library.)

[erinomeumbriel]

CHAPTER 2

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“So early in the morning, yet everyone’s causing ruckus already.” A friend of Y/n, and also a fellow psychiatrist, complained beside her. Together with other staff, they gathered near the admission area, just standing there. For what reason? To see the new patient and just because they have time to. Perhaps you can consider it as them welcoming the fresh addition to their patients. But for Y/n, she really needs to be there for a concrete reason, not because she has free time like everybody else. It’s because this new person will be her one and only patient in the remaining year she’ll be here.

“It’s a new patient.” One man with a similar white coat answered, a mug in hand. The big glaring bold font of ‘The best psychiatrist in the world’ printed on it. Despite his professional look, if you turn your head down, everyone can see his lack of effort looking like a real one. Who wears slippers anyway? It’s breaking the laws of dress code in the job and yet, he never seems to be caught and stopped. Perhaps he is warned, but never listens. But Y/n gotta admit, she wants to wear slippers too. They look absolutely comfortable.

“Of course you have free time to be here, Benjamin.” Valerie, the same person who complained, spoke with a roll of her eyes. Benjamin rolled his eyes in return and took a sip of his coffee mug, but not after repeating Valerie’s words in a silent, mocking way. Y/n laughed at them. These two have always been like this with each other for no reason at all. It’s entertaining, to say the least.

“I should be the one saying that to you. Don’t you have a patient to attend to right now?” As the two argued, Y/n turned her eyes towards the guarded door, waiting for her patient to arrive. Thousands of thoughts impaled themselves in her brain. The folder she’s holding isn’t helping either with the case. The entire night, she’s been thinking of what could feasibly happen, even if she’s a psychiatrist in a secure unit where prisoners and dangerous individuals are in, she’s never really handled someone who’s actually a killer, she’s only handled those with murderous thoughts.

The older ones, like Benjamin and Mario, were to treat them. She hasn’t handled a person with alexithymia either. After all, it isn’t really a mental illness, but rather a symptom. So it’s going to be really foreign to her. Y/n knows she has to start at the beginning with his alexithymia in the way. She can’t get rid of his murderous thoughts and feeling if he doesn’t understand feelings in the first place.

“Look, they’re here.” Valerie suddenly snapped Y/n out of her stressed thoughts with a tap on her shoulder, pointing towards the opening doors. Within seconds, she saw several guards surrounding a man who is weirdly not in a prisoner’s garb, like everyone is supposed to be. Y/n of course thinks it’s another indulgence given by the court and police. She can already see what’s happening. However, when the handcuffed man in the middle was now clearly in the view, Y/n could hear everyone behind her begin to initiate whispers with each other.

But Y/n could only focus on the man, whose stoic expression was the same in the picture. His eyes, which intimidate the young psychiatrist, were the same as it was shown before. It's so empty and scary Red. He doesn’t seem to be deterred at all, even if everyone’s attention was pointed towards him. In fact, he never once looked away in front of him and kept compliance. He never once looked at his side, just the direction ahead as they escorted him towards the room he’s going to stay in now.

Not once did he look, even if he passed the crowd of psychiatrists.

“Wow, he’s such a looker!” Y/n can hear a staff member speak, then another follows afterwards, “I wonder what he’s here for.”

“Probably murder if he’s being escorted here by the police.” She answered, almost sounding snappy if she didn’t hold her tone and because the two staff were older than her. Respect is the only one getting in the way, but it might not be able to hold on any longer. Y/n doesn’t know, but the way everyone seems to treat him specially struck a nerve in her.

Was it a pretty privilege? The corrupt patronage paid by his parents? Everyone forgot that he must’ve committed something bad to be here, a victim’s justice being forgotten just because the culprit received instant favoritism. It’s probably because nobody other than her and Mario know about this issue, anyhow and all the same, it’s a bit frustrating for Y/n.

“Y/n.” She suddenly heard Mario’s voice, and she turned. He gestured for her to follow him towards the direction where her supposed patient just went. She nodded and moved to follow him, but not before bidding goodbye to Valerie. It must be time for her introduction already. Usually it would be a week, however, because the man is special, his were already planned and prepared in advance. Y/n could only walk after the older man in silence, the halls were ridiculously silent as most of the staff were at the entrance gawking, the patients inside their rooms, also ridiculously silent in a rare moment.

It's a hallway, a shortcut to her office, a path only taken by the staff of the place. Perhaps it's more of a safety measure for the people that work here, so that they won't be possibly harmed by the patients out of their offices, which I tell you is very much common in a place like this. Pretty dangerous but thankfully the hospital took action to prevent these accidents.

Within a minute, both Mario and Y/n arrived in her office without any hitch. It seems that her soon-to-be patient hasn't arrived yet either, something that Y/n is thankful for. She doesn't think she'll be able to handle it, despite already preparing herself since yesterday. Why is it that she was feeling nervous when her job has always been like this? Was it because this particular patient would be her one and only patient in the whole year before she retires? Or perhaps it was because she's afraid that she would let her emotions show, that she would let her face express the disdain and utter irritation that she's feeling for this Evander guy. Or perhaps because she hadn't handled such an apathetic man who committed such a violent crime without an ounce of emotion? All she ever handled was those who are mentally insane and not those criminals who are actually criminally insane.

She couldn't help but think, if she did anything wrong, even just a little bit of mistake, she'll be the next victim and get no justice like his previous victim did. It's a terrifying thought that might just turn out to be true. He's a man with Alexithymia, he'll be hard to understand, he'll struggle to understand her too, a woman who's job is to keep him sane and understand something he'll never understand. Emotions.

It's like walking in a land filled with landmines, walking in eggshells where one wrong step would end with her losing one limb or perhaps her own life.

Tap, one touch on her shoulders had her removed from her erratic train of thoughts. She had to bend her neck to see whose arm it was. Of course, it was Mario who expressed his concern with the lifting of his left eyebrow, as if asking if she was okay. Of course, she's alright, yeah, she is. She'll be alright. Nothing bad will happen.

"I'm alright." Y/n said faintly that it's almost as if it's only her that heard her. But despite that, Mario heard and frowned. In his eyes as a psychiatrist for years, his junior is not doing well.

"Keep convincing yourself that." He only resorted to that but the squeeze he gave Y/n's shoulder was enough to calm her even just a little bit.

"If I didn't, I think I might end up like one of my clients." His calming squeeze was enough to make her say jokes even though the undertone was dark. But that's alright, her humor consists of many types. Multihumor I suppose, if that word even exists.

"Well we can't have that can't we?"

Y/n was about to respond when a series of knocking vibrated throughout her entire office, immediately silencing Mario and her. Almost immediately, they looked at each other and nodded. The ever privileged patient is here, causing her nerves to be soaked with ice once again but she steeled herself to stop the cold spreading throughout her entire system. She refuses to let this man make her nervous as if he's her first ever patient ever.

"There he is, your client." Mario said with a slight grim in his voice, something that she can relate to. Taking a deep breath, Y/n stood up properly, putting on her professional demeanor and her business smile, a thing she has perfected over the years. Mario sighed and did the same, the smile missing. He wasn't the type of person to smile, Y/n thinks that him smiling would be more terrifying that any other patients.

"Come in." And she said it.

The door opened the moment she said so and revealed the man she's been dreading of.

-

[suck4angststory]

One shot: Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Visiting Hours

Warnings: Major character death, angst!! Angst!! Angst!!!. A few swearing words. English is my second language, feel free to correct my writing in comment section.

Summary: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw celebrates his anniversary with his wife.

*****

I wish that heaven had visiting hours

Bradley Bradshaw kneel on the grass beside a grave with a white headstone and a gold letter written on it. He places a bouquet of light pink tulips on top of the grave.

Bradley stared at the headstone and let out a deep sigh. He places his hand on the headstone and caresses the name that engraves on it.

(Y/N)

Bradshaw

A wife, A mother, A daughter

Bradley's lips quiver and he begins to cry. He engulfed the stone and cried on top of it. He placed his forehead on the headstone and his crying turned into sobbing. His shoulder shakes with how hard he sobs.

"I miss you" He muttered between his sobs. He lifts his head from the stone and wiped the tears on his cheeks with his sleeve, but the tears still try to spill from his eyes.

He sits on top of the grass and He stared at the grass beneath him. He toying the grass with his fingers. He sniffed and hiccup a few times to contain his crying.

After a while, his tears stopped. His eyes are red and puffy. His nose, cheeks, and ears are red like a tomato.

His mind then travelled to the day when they first met.

It was a busy day in Hard Deck. Penny walked back and forth, up and down behind the counter to serve drinks to customers. Chattering and laughing filled the Hard Deck. There are some reunion and festivity between the Navy soldiers in Hard Deck.

(Y/N) didn't care about how loud people talking in here because she didn't have a choice. (Y/N) worked as a marketing consultant where she spent stared at her laptop or phone to contact her clients. She needs an established internet connection to be always connected with them.

Last night, the wifi breaker at her apartment got struck by lightning. The repairman said it needs a week to fix that thing. So here she is at the Hard Deck. The only place she knows with a good wifi connection. She knows the owner too. Penny Benjamin, Amelia's mother. The little girl she used to babysit before she was away for college.

The papers were scattered around the table. An ice lemonade Penny had served her lost its flavour because all of the ice in it is melting. Her hair is wild with how many times she brushed through them. Her blouse wrinkles and the jeans she's wearing have stained black ink on her right thighs. Her glasses are hanging low in her nose. She has to finished her work this day because the client she handles wants the concept of her project for the new AdSense to finish tomorrow when they just give her a detail about their products last night.

****

Bradley Bradshaw can't stop staring. When he walked into the bar and his eyes wandered around the bar, he spotted this woman sitting alone in the corner with a laptop and paper around her table. He can't take his eyes from her. There's nothing special in her. She wearing a white blouse with a wrinkle on it. Her glasses hanging low in her eyes, she's so deep in her tasks that she didn't get bothered with how loud the bar sounded.

He observed her, when she pushed her glasses slide down to her nose, two minutes later she'll push them back to her eyes. He saw how her lips moved when she read words on the screen. How she let out groans and clicks on the keyboard when there's something wrong with her work. How her eyes squinted when she stared at the screen for too long. How her nose scrunched when she examined the paper in her hand. How her-

"You stared at her too long man" Fanboy clasp his back, startling him from his daydreaming. He turns his gaze back to the beer in front of him and takes a sip.

"I'm not staring at her" he scoffed and place the beer back on the table.

"I'm not staring at her" Payback mocked Bradley's sound. "Yeah, tell that to the hole you just burned in her forehead" Payback sneered at him. People on the table let out laughs too at Payback jokes. Bradley just rolled his eyes at them and sip his beer.

Maverick walked to the table, glass of ale in his hand. He place the glass at the table and looked at his students who laughed at something. Smile formed on his face.

"What so funny? What happened" Maverick ask feeling left out. He took a sip of his ale.

"Rooster just burned that poor girl's forehead," Payback tells Maverick and points his finger to the girl in the corner who's busy typing on her laptop. Maverick follow where Payback just pointed.

"Oh... I know her. That's (Y/N)" Maverick jutted his chin towards the girl and took a sip of his Ale. Bradley shot his head from the beer in his hand toward Maverick.

"You know her?" He asked with excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, she used to babysit Amelia before she was away for college " Maverick nodded towards the girl.

"Oh.." Bradley nodded, a small smile forming on his face. He hides it with a beer bottle on his lips.

"You want me to introduce you to her?" Maverick ask him, saw Bradley hiding his smile. Bradley choked on his beer with Maverick claimed. He coughed a few times and tap his chest. He turned his eyes toward Maverick.

"What! No!" He exclaimed but his voice is louder than he expected. Everyone at the table turns their eyes toward Bradley. Even people in the bar stopped what they were doing and stared at Bradley with how loud his sounds.

Bradley looked around him and clear his throat.

"No! I don't want to" Bradley said it more gentle voice this time.

"Maybe I can help you with that" Penny walked to their table with a tray of food in her hand. She stopped beside Bradley's seat and leaned her body at the table. She placed the tray in front of Bradley. She turns his head to Bradley and has this teasing smile on her face. Bradley lifts his eyebrows at her. Everyone at the table moves their attention to Penny.

Bradley looked at Penny with raised eyebrows.

"What you mean?" He asked her.

"You're not that subtle Bradshaw, I think everyone at the bar knows you've been stared at poor girl when you walked in here" Penny rolled her eyes at Bradley. Everyone at the table agrees with what Penny said. The chorus of 'yeah', 'way to go Bradshaw' and sneered can be heard at this table.

"Besides, I've never seen her eat anything since she came here this morning. So you can deliver this to her" Penny slide the tray to him and jutted her thumbs behind her.

"She's not eaten anything since got here?" A surprised expression forms in him. "She's not even drinking her lemonade" he muttered to himself, but loud enough to hear across the table.

"Wow Rooster never thought you're such a creep" Hangman chimed at the end of the table beside Phoenix. He looked at Rooster with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile on his face.

"Shut up Bagman" Bradley rolled his eyes at him.

"No Penny, I don't want to" Rooster shakes his head and slide the tray back to Penny.

"I'm not asking Bradshaw. I demand" She slides back the tray towards Bradley. Bradley looked at her with wide eyes.

"Penny, no. I'll look ridiculous all of sudden bringing her food" he slides back the tray to Penny.

"Wow, never heard the time when Bradley Bradshaw was afraid to face woman. Where is Rooster who can swoop women in his arm just looking at them? " Phoenix sneered at him. Hide her teasing smile behind her beer bottle.

" I never do that" Rooster scoffed and rolled his eyes at her.

"Yeah, tell that to all of the women's names on your phone. That thing looked like a women's dormitory" Payback chortling at him followed by people on the table.

"C'mon Bradshaw, used your move to her. Show her how the Bradshaw way. Don't make us change your call sign" Penny assured him and slide the tray back to him. Rooster looked at the tray, and Penny raised her eyebrows to him. Penny just gives him a nod of her head toward the girl.

Bradley let out a defeated sigh and stand up, he took the tray in front of him and begin to walk towards (Y/N). His table soon begins to cheer at him following with people at the bar.

****

(Y/N) busy typing on her laptop, she stopped typing when she feel someone standing at her table. She lift his head from her laptop to someone who stands in front of her table with a tray in his hand. He looked at her stunned, mouth agape with wide eyes

"Can I help you?" She asked softly at him. Bradley heard her voice snap from his staring.

"Uh... Yeah... Th..this is your food" He stuttered and place the tray on her table, carefully not to squeeze the paper on the table. Bradley then turns around and walks away. but before he walked any further, she called him. Bradley froze.

"Hey!" She shouts at him. Bradley turn around and looked at her.

"I'm not ordering any burger," She pointed to the tray.

"It-it's on the house. A.. Uh... From Penny. She said you've never eaten anything this day" He cursed himself for how ridiculous he sounded.

(Y/N) looked around and saw Penny sit with Maverick at the table full of a naval aviators. When she looked at the table, the pilots on the table is looking at them. But soon as she saw them, they turn their gaze from her and Bradley. She smiled and turned her head toward Bradley again.

"Well, can you give my thanks for her?" She nodded her head toward Penny in his table. Bradley turn around and saw his friends give him a thumbs up. Bradley just rolled his eyes at them and flipped them off behind his back.

He shifts his gaze to (Y/N) and looked at the floor. His cheeks are reds when she looked at him.

"Uh... Yeah, I can do that.." He muttered. He looked at her sheepishly.

"Perfect." She smiled. There's silence in them, Bradley standing in the middle of the bar looking at her. When he begins to walk away. She called again.

"Uh... I didn't catch your name?" She asked him. A nervous is evident in her voice.

"It...It's Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw" He still standing in the middle of the bar.

(Y/N) nodded her head at Bradley answer

"Well, thank you Bradley Bradshaw for bringing me the food" She pointed to the food and give him a side smile.

"No problems Ma'am" He smile at her and walked away. When he turn around, his friends looked at him with teasing smile. When he arrived at the table, they begin to laugh at him.

"Ah uh that this is your food." Payback mocked how Rooster sound.

"What the hell was that Bradshaw" Hangman stunned at Rooster stuttering back there.

"Wow, never heard of this day when Rooster Bradshaw got his feet swamped by some random girl" Phoenix exclaimed and sips her beer. People at the table then laugh at Rooster. Rooster looked at them with stink eyes and annoyed looked.

Penny smiled and shakes her head at Bradley.

"Yeah, you really looked ridiculous" She gives Bradley pats on his shoulder and walked away from them.

(Y/N) just smile looked at what she just saw. Her smile widen when saw how Bradley got teased by his friends and annoyed look on his face. She smiled with shakes of her head, she then back towards her works.

A few hours later. (Y/N) work is done. She collects her stuff and stuffs them in her backpack. She smooths the wrinkle on her blouse and fixes her hair and walked toward Penny. She make a detour toward Bradley table and give him smile. Bradley gives her a smile back with nods of his head.

Bradley saw her walked toward Penny at the counter, they exchange goodbye and hugs. He saw (Y/N) turn her head toward him again and give him a smile and wave of her hand before she disappeared behind the exit door.

***

It was closing time at the Hard Deck. Rooster and Maverick helped Penny put the chair on top of the table.

Bradley finished putting the chair on top the table. He then called out goodbye to Penny that still cleaning the counter and Maverick that still putting some chair on top of the table. Before he walked any further toward the exit door, Penny shout his name.

"Bradshaw, wait up" Bradley stop on his track and turn to Penny. He saw Penny turn around and picked something behind the counter. Penny then places something on top of the counter.

"For you" Bradley raised his eyebrows at her and walked to the counter. He saw a piece of paper that folded nicely. He turns his eyes to Penny for an answer what is that. Penny just smiled and shrugged her shoulder at him.

'Thanks for the Burger :)' (Y/N)

A phone number is written below it.

A smile broke on Bradley's face, he looked at Penny. Penny give her a wide smile and nod her head to him for confirmation that what he see is true. Bradley then rushed toward Penny and hugs her. Penny hug him back and give his arm a squeeze. She muttered good luck to him.

"Thank you, Pen" Bradley muttered to her.

Bradley then turn to Maverick who still putting the last chair on top of the table. Bradley hug him, Maverick confused at the sudden action of Bradley but just hug him back.

Bradley then bid his goodbye and walked to his car. A smile never left his face.

He sniffed a few times and a smile broke on his lips remembering that day.

So I could just show up and bring the news

That she's gettin' older and I wish that you'd met her

"You know, Nicole is five now. And she started kindergarten last week." His voice cracking.

Bradley clears his throat. He looked around him and shift his eye back to the grave in front of him. He brought his knees up to his chest. He circled his calf with his arms.

"Gosh, she looked like a spitting image of you. The hair, the nose, the lips. And her eyes, they look exactly like you. The way she stared at me. And her voices. God, she sounds so much like you but cuter though" he chuckled at himself. He digs into his jeans pocket for his phone. He opens the phone. When he opened it, a picture of his daughter, Nicole, appeared. Nicole wearing a pink dress, with glasses. A pink unicorn backpack was planted on her back. Nicole smiles so wide that the gap where her missing tooth is evident in the photo.

Bradley stared at Nicole's picture on his phone.

"She insisted on wearing glasses like you because she really adored you. She always looked at your photos or make me telling story about you before she sleep. She just lost her wisdom tooth three days before her school started, you know" Bradley lift his head to look at the grave. A lone tear escaped his eyes. He wiped it with the back of his hand. He places the phone on top of the grave. He put it in a standing position and rest it on the headstone. His body shook and a cry erupted on his lips. His tears fell to the grass beneath him.

"I miss you. I really miss you" he muttered and choked a sob.

The things that she'll learn from me, I got them all from you

Can I just stay a while and we'll put all the world to rights?

The little ones will grow and I'll still drink your favourite wine

And soon, they're going to close, but I'll see you another day

So much has changed since you've been away.

"Aw, Bradley it's hurt" Amelia exclaimed when Bradley tugged her hair hard enough. She sat on the floor while Bradley sat on the couch behind her. A hairbrush and hair tie sat beside him. Toy Story movie playing on the TV in front of them.

"Sorry, I've never braided human hair before" he emphasised the word "Human" and loosened Amelia's hair.

"Maverick said, you know how to braided hair" She exclaimed to him.

"Yeah, once in this Daddy class thing" He brushed Amelia's hair with the hairbrush. "And it's not in person. It was in a mannequin" He looked at Amelia from her shoulder.

"And why'd you don't say that at first" She exclaimed to him and roller her eyes.

" because I thought you're not this loud when I touch your hair" He retorted to her.

"You're not touched my hair Bradley, you tugged at them" Amelia rolled her eyes at him. Bradley then tugged her hair playfully.

"Ow" Amelia yelps

"It's not that hurt" he sneered at her.

Before Amelia can retort back, (Y/N) walked in with her hand cradling her baby bumps.

"Bradley, Amelia. What're you doing?" She asked them. She walked towards a single coach beside them, Bradley then stand up to help her sit down. Amelia scooted over a bit so Bradley doesn't step on her.

Bradley then stood beside (Y/N) and stick out his hand to (Y/N). She accepted it with a smile. She placed her hand on his arm and used it as an aid for sitting down.

She's six months pregnant now but she feels like she'll pop out anytime soon.

"Thank you" she smiled and kiss her husband on the cheek. Bradley blushed and smile sheepishly at her. He then goes back to where he sits down before.

"Amelia, come here. Let me braid your hair" (Y/N) pats her chair to Amelia. Amelia then scoots over to (Y/N).

"Finally, someone can really BRAIDED hair" she gives Bradley side eyes. Bradley just stuck his tongue out to her which Amelia retorted the same.

Amelia is with the Bradshaw's tonight because Maverick and Penny have a date night. (Y/N) gladly offered herself to babysit Amelia. But her husband, Bradley Bradshaw, not pleased with her decision. Bradley wants to spend his time with his wife and his baby. Not babysitting Amelia.

Amelia stands up and sits in front of (Y/N). She brushes Amelia's hair with her hand. Bradley then gives her a hairbrush and hair tie. (Y/N) then brushes Amelia's with the hairbrush and begins to braid her hair.

"(Y/N) when the baby's coming, can I braid her hair?" Amelia asked (Y/N). (Y/N) stopped braiding her hair and looked at her from Amelia's shoulder.

"Of course sweetheart. But can you braid a hair?" She asked Amelia and continue to braid her hair.

"I can learn it from you" Amelia shrug her shoulder. She didn't leave her gaze from the movie.

"Of course sweety, you can braid her hair" (Y/N) stated

Bradley who heard his wife allowed Amelia to braid their daughter's hair, turn his head to them. He removed his chin from his fist that rested on his thigh.

"No, you're not. I'll braid her hair myself" he exclaimed to Amelia

"Oh please, you can't t even braid my hair. You're just gonna hurt her head" Amelia scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.

"I can learn it from my wife" he responded.

"Nope if I learn it first" Amelia stuck her tongue to him. "And (Y/N) trusted me more with girl stuff"

"She's my wife and the baby is my child too. Of course, she's gonna trust me more even with girl stuff" he retorted back to her.

(Y/N) just giggle at their quarrel.

"Okay, enough you two" they stopped bickering immediately, that's how whipped they are with (Y/N), even Maverick impressive at how she can manage to calm Amelia dan Bradley at the same time.

Bradley and Amelia give each other side eyes

(Y/N) tie Amelia's hair and brought the braided hair to her shoulder.

"Okay, your hair is done Amelia" (Y/N) patted her shoulder.

Amelia turned to Bradley and stuck her tongue at him which Bradley retorted back by flipping her bird. (Y/N) stared at him with wide eyes.

"Rooster!" She exclaimed and slap his arm. Bradley let out a hiss and muttered sorry to her.

Bradley smiled at the memories of her wife. He brought his hand toward the headstone and caressed the stone.

"You know, Maverick and Penny got married last month. That old man finally got the balls to ask her. You remember We always tease him about when he'll gonna pop the question." He sniffed a few times

"Nicole was really happy when she became the flower girl. I have a bunch of photos of her at the wedding" He used his free hand to pats the grave.

I wish that heaven had visiting hours

So I could just swing by and ask your advice

What would you do in my situation?

I haven't a clue how I'd even raise them

What would you do? 'Cause you always do what's right

"You know, Amelia wants to join the navy. But Penny didn't give her approval. She tries to ask me and Maverick, but the way Penny looks at us is terrifying. She then escapes after she and Penny have a big argument. We freak out and looked for her everywhere. And I remember you telling me about how you and Amelia like to climb the cliff at the side of the beach to stargaze. There's where we found her, she's hiding in the tree house you two used to hide when rained over there" he looked around, his eyes spotted a few mourners at this cemetery. Bradley sat closer to the grave and rests his back on the headstone.

He raised his knees to his chest and closed his eyes for a moment. He lifts the grass beneath him and begins to fiddle with them.

"If you're here, you know how to talk to that kid. She always says yes and obeys you. You always know how to talk to her. Even Maverick amaze by how Amelia got whipped by you." He chuckle to himself

"I wish Nicole wants to be like you when she's older. I mean if she wants to join the navy and continue the family legacy, I'm fine with it. But, I think I can't bear with it when she's leaving me for long moments" he said softly with chuckle.

Can we just talk a while until my worries disappear?

"I have a mission next week. All the Squad got called back. And This is my last mission before I became Top Gun Instructor" He uttered

"Yeah, I am soon to be a Top Gun instructor. You heard that right. They finally accept my retirement and make me a Top Gun Instructor. A soon-to-be Top Gun Instructor." He said it with a hint of teasing in his voices.

"They want me to lead this mission before my retirement. The mission is different from what we've been through before." He paused at mid sentence and let out a deep sigh.

"I'm scared what if this mission goes south. What if I'm not comeback. I'm not ready to leave her alone. She's too young, honey." He turns to the grave beside him and caresses the grass on top of it. He stared at the grave for a moment. He then turns his head back, still caressing the grass on top of the grave.

He strokes the grass like it was her instead of the cold grass. It was her warm skin when she lay down on his lap and he rubs her arm up and down.

"I know, you, my mom, and my dad will always have my back right?" He turn his head to the grave for a moment.

"When I was in the sky, I feel you there. I feel you closer when I'm up there. And one day I'll take Nicole to the plane with me so she can feel you too" he smiled and tears escaped his eyes.

I'd tell you that I'm scared of turnin' out a failure

You'd say, "Remember that the answer's in the love that we create"

So much has changed since you've been away

"You remember when I told you I'll never be good enough to be a father to her?" He asked himself

(Y/N) and Bradley lay in their shared bed. (Y/N) lay on her back and Bradley on top of her. He placed his head on her baby bump, his hand on side of her hips. (Y/N) brushes her hand through Bradley's hair and Bradley let out groaned almost like a purred.

"Oh this is nice" He muttered. (Y/N) chuckle at her husband. Her bump jerked underneath him. They lay on each other arms in silence. After a few moments, Bradley breaks the silence.

"You think I'll be a good father for Nicole" He muttered to her. (Y/N) shot him looked. She popped herself up and stared at him.

"What're you talking about?" She asked him with raised eyebrows.

"It just, I've never had enough memories of my dad. I live with my mom until she dies. And there's Maverick who never had a child of his own and he's a man whore" he finished it with shrugged off his shoulder.

"Don't talk a bad word in front of her." She slap Bradley arms

"She can hear you, you know." Bradley then kiss her bump

"I'm sorry Princess, you don't have to know that word soon" He muttered to her bump and left a few kisses on top of it.

"Beside, Maverick Was that kind of man" she told him softly and emphasised the word Was. Bradley ignored her and keep kissing her bump.

"Bradley comes here" she motioned her hand to make him move closer. Bradley looked from her bump with raised eyebrows.

She motioned her hand again. Bradley then shifts to move closer to her. He then rests his chin on her chest. She placed both her hands on Bradley's cheeks and caressed them. She stared deeply at him.

"Never doubt yourself okay. You're the father that kids out there adore and wished for. Do you remember when you have to visit an elementary school?" She asked him softly.

Bradley nodded his head in her grab.

"You said it yourself, the children really adore you and want to be you. Some of them even wish you were their dads" her thumb rubs his jaws back and forth.

"And you're the best father Nicole will have. You willingly drove two hours, at three in the morning to find your child weird cravings" Bradley chuckled at her statement.

"You even have time to join the prenatal care for men, parenting class, gosh you even join that weird dad-to-be class on the internet. And you're a military man, a naval aviator, a pilot. Who the heck can do that except the Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw" she said it with pride. She smiled lovingly at him.

"she's not even born yet, but you've already given her your world. If maybe I go first leaving the two of you, I think Nicole is in safe hands" she said softly to him and traces her finger on his brow and forehead, and finishes it with a bop on his nose.

"Don't say that" he whined at her and buried his face in the crooked of her neck. His hand never leaving her bump

"It's just a metaphor, honey" she rolled her eyes at him and caress his hair up and down.

"But I don't like the sound of it" his voice is muffled in her neck. (Y/N) let out a laugh.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I love you" she kissed the side of his head.

"I love you too" Bradley kiss her neck softly and caress his hand up and down on her bump. He feels something kicked in his hand. Bradley lifts his head from her neck and stared at her with excitement.

"Did she just kick?" He asked her.

"Mhmm..." She gives him a side small and nods. Bradley then lowered his body so his face faced her bump. He kisses her navel and Bradley begins talking with her bump.

I wish that heaven had visiting hours

And I would ask them if I could take you home

But I know what they'd say, that it's for the best

So I will live life the way you taught me, and make it on my own

His mind begins to drift when they have to apart without telling goodbye to each other.

A loud cry erupted in the room. Bradley sat beside (Y/N) who still giving birth to baby Nicole. She cries and tries to push the baby but she wouldn't come out.

Bradley's hand now is red with how tight she gripped it. She was ready to give birth six hours ago but the baby won't come out. She shouts and pushes as the doctor tells her but nothing seems to trigger the baby to come out.

A few minutes ago the doctor said her head is crowning. Bradley stared at (Y/N) with glossy eyes. (Y/N) face paled, cold sweats dripping from her body, her hair damp from her sweats.

Bradley kisses her forehead and temple. He gives her reassurance word and told her, she can do it and she'll become a baby mama soon.

"Okay, now. One big push and she'll come" The doctor gives (Y/N) a nod and told her to push as hard as she can. (Y/N) push as hard as she can, she then feels something come out of her.

A loud cry erupted in the room. The doctor examined the baby and places the baby on her bare stomach.

Bradley looked at his daughter and cry erupted from him. He touched his daughter's bloody head and caress her head. The baby let out fuss.

"Isn't she beautiful honey?" Bradley asked (Y/N) who breathing heavily. With lidded eyes, she give him a weak nod.

"Yeah, she's beautiful" she lifts her shaky hand to touch her daughter's cheeks. She caresses it a few times.

"Is the daddy one to cut the umbilical cord?" The nurse asks Bradley who's still amazed to see her daughter. Bradley shift his gaze to the nurse and nodded.

"Yeah" he then stand up and take the scissor that the nurse offered him. He cut the umbilical cord. After he cut it, the nurse take his daughter from (Y/N) stomach to get her cleaned.

Bradley then back to (Y/N) who still breathing heavily and sweat still dripping from her. Bradley touches her forehead but retreats his hand with how hot her forehead is.

"Doc, is it normal she's have a hot temperature like this?" Bradley asked the doctor who still cleaned the blood from her wife. The doctor shot his head at Bradley.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows but called the nurse to check on her temperature.

(Y/N) the body begins to convulsion and the ECG beeps loudly. The nurses came rushing to her side and make Bradley steps back a few feet away.

Bradley saw the nurses begin to inject her wife and the doctor examined her. They begin to change conversation that Bradley didn't know about. He so confused and scared about his wife but no one told him what was happening.

"What the fuck is fucking happened to my wife?! Someone fucking talk to me?!" He shout to them. One of the nurses asks her to step aside and wait outside.

"Sir, please. We need a room" she pleased at him.

"What the fuck is fucking happening," he asked her. Scared dripped from his words.

"We still examined her. You should wait outside, sir" she pushes Bradley toward the door.

"You better save her. You heard me, save her" he placed his hand in the nurse's arms.

"We'll try our best sir" she patted his arm and push him outside. When Bradley was outside, she closed the door in front of him.

Bradley was still attached to the blue scrub he was wearing earlier. He gripped his head tightly and slides his body to the wall beside the door. He begins to cry and his cry turns into a sob. He pulls out his dad's dog tags and holds them tightly in his fist. He brought his fist to his mouth and kiss it.

"Dad please, save her. Save her. I can't imagine life without her. Please, dad, I know you saw me in here. Mom, you always have my back. I can't lose her mom, she's the love of my life" his voice harsh. He stared at the ceiling and muttered his words.

A few hours later, the doctor come out. A solemn look on his face. He kneels in front of Bradley and placed his hand on Bradley's shoulders.

Tears in Bradley's face poured more down. The doctor looked down for a few seconds and stared at him.

"I'm a sorry kid" He shakes his head. Bradley begin to sob and muttered no and you're kidding. Bradley cries out and sobs more loudly.

The doctor try to calm him down but nothing seems to work. So he leave him to sobbing. after a few minutes Bradley calm down but his tears still streaming down from his eyes.

The doctor then tells what conditions she got that make (Y/N) can't survive. Bradley stared at him with a stern look. When the doctor finished explaining to him, Bradley don't give him any response. The doctor sigh and patted Bradley's shoulders. He then stand up and leaved Bradley alone.

A few minutes later, Maverick came rushing to the hospital with Penny and Amelia hot on his trails. He saw Bradley sitting at the wall beside a closed door. Maverick saw Bradley state, face red, tears still streaming down his face, eyes red and puffy. All of them confirmed Maverick assumption. He came rushing to Bradley and hug him.

Bradley breaks down on Maverick shoulders. Maverick hold him tight and Bradley holds Maverick like his life depends on it. Bradley sobbed more loudly on Maverick shoulder.

"She's gone Mav. She's gone. She left me first. She leaving me and Nicole. She's leaving us" Bradley muttered to Maverick. Maverick just hold him with tears fallen down his eyes.

Penny that heard this, brought her hand to her mouth. Tears escaped from her eyes. Amelia then sobbed on her chest and hugged mother tightly. Penny hugged Amelia with one arm and she stared at Maverick that hold a sobbing Bradley.

Tears streamed down his face again when he remembered the day when she was gone. The day, she left them. A cry erupted in his throat but he try to hold it.

His phone in his pocket begins to vibrate. He took it and click the green button to answer it.

"Yeah Mav.." His voice cracked.

"What happened?" He lifts his head from the headstone. He waited for Maverick to elaborate to him.

"Okay, I'm on my way home" He locks his phone and stuffs it in his jeans pocket. He then stands up.

"Hey, I have to go now. But I'll visit you again before I'm taking off for the mission." He bends down to pet the headstone

"Happy Anniversary my darling" he gives a kiss to the stone. He then stands upright.

"Until we meet again my love" he spoke softly. Bradley pulls out his aviator from his shirt collar and places it on his face. He stared for a moment at his wife's grave and let out a sigh. He then begins to walk away with his hand stuffed in his jeans pocket.

And I will close the door, but I will open up my heart

And everyone I love will know exactly who you are

'Cause this is not goodbye, it is just 'til we meet again

So much has changed since you've been away

[lady-morrigen]

The Hollow House

(gif by @littlesgreys)

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. No phones, no distractions, no Spider-Man... until it all went to hell. Written for @liz-allyn's 900 follower fic prompt celebration! Thank you so much for the tag and I hope I nailed this creepy thing lol

WORDS: About 2070

RATING: Teen.

WARNINGS: Some swearing, mild violence, nothing too crazy.

BRIEF A/N: I am coming in just over the wire with this one. I may come back and make the post prettier later. For now, this is as neat as I could get it. Thanks to @acrossthesestars for taking a super urgent last minute look at this for me! <3

“Oh my god, Peter!” Your fingers curled around the key tucked into your palm, excitement threatening to bubble over inside you. “No way!”

You couldn’t believe it; Peter had come home and presented you with the key, telling you all about the romantic getaway he had planned for the two of you. His boss had offered him use of his river house and the two of you were going to spend an entire weekend in absolute solitude. No phones, no tv, no Spider-Man. 

Peter took your face in his hands, delicately sliding his thumb over your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“I know things have been crazy lately, Bug. I think some time away will be good for us,” he said. 

You nodded in agreement. 

You wouldn’t say that you and Peter had been fighting so much as bickering over small stuff - like laundry. Because of course Peter had made himself a new suit and of course he had forgotten to separate it and turned all of your white towels a sickly shade of purple. 

He was right. Getting away from it all was going to be good for you both. 

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The drive to the river house was a short one. Just far enough to get away from the bustle of the city, but close enough that you could still see the city skyline as a speck on the horizon. You weren’t so far out that you didn’t still hear the droning of planes flying overhead, circling for their turn to land. 

As you walked inside, you noticed quickly that the place didn’t see much use. A thick layer of dust covered all the surfaces and you had to cough it out of your lungs as you disturbed it with your entry. The particles hung in the air, dancing lazily in the filtered sunlight as you turned to Peter, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“It’s cool, right? Do you like it?” He glanced at you hopefully, insecurity flashing behind his eyes as you pretended to take in the room around you. 

“Well…” you screwed up your face in mock concentration and Peter jostled you in his arms, telling you to stop being a jerk. “I love it, babe. It’s perfect.” 

“You know, they say this place is haunted,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. You looked at him quizzically and he continued. “Apparently the local legend is that you can hear someone screaming in the middle of the night. Really eerie stuff.”

“Oooh, well I guess it’s a good thing I have a real-life superhero to protect me then.”

You gave him a drawn out dramatic kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, coming up for air with a sigh. 

“Alright,” he said, letting you go and turning you towards your suitcases. “Let’s get these put away so we can explore.” 

As you bent over to pick up your duffel bag, Peter’s hand landed firmly on your ass cheek with a loud crack. Hearing your gasp, he took off quickly toward the bedroom, backpack in hand. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re gonna pay for that!” You left your bag on the floor and took off behind him, careful not to knock anything over as you tore through the unfamiliar house. 

When you finally reached the bedroom, Peter was standing stock-still, his gaze fixed on the wall above the head of the bed. You followed his gaze, eyes growing wide as you took in the scene in front of you. 

There were five long scratch marks etched into the wood of the wall where a headboard would usually go. It looked as if a very large creature had taken a giant swipe at the wall in a fit of rage. You started to move closer when Peter’s hand flew to your wrist, holding you back. 

“Peter what-“ you turned to face him, finding him in the same position, eyes glued to the marks in an unwavering stare. “I’m sure it’s fine! I bet they removed the headboard and got a few scratches in the wall. That’s all.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder to turn him toward you, his eyes lingering on the wall before finding yours. 

“Peter, really. We’re fine. We’re far away from the city and all of the bad guys we left behind. Let’s just enjoy it. Please?” 

He brought a hand up to his neck, rubbing at it in agitation. Taking a deep breath in, he released it with a sigh and nodded, sliding his thumb along your wrist where it still rested in his grasp. 

“Okay,” he said. “Yeah you’re right. I guess it’s harder to turn off the paranoia than I thought.”

He kissed you quickly and turned to his backpack, methodically checking all of the pockets as a way to distract himself. You thought you noticed a flash of blue and red, but decided not to mention it. If having his suit with him brought Peter comfort, you weren’t going to deny him that. 

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After a quick run to the store for groceries, and a small squabble over linguini vs angel hair, the two of you began pulling old pots and pans from the cabinets to make dinner. There was an old weather radio sitting on the counter that sprung to life after Peter spent a few minutes working the knobs. You hummed along quietly, stirring the sauce and tossing a few noodles against the cabinet to ensure they were done. When you were satisfied with your results, you turned off the burners and moved to start plating. 

Dream a Little Dream of Me began to drift through the tiny speakers of the radio and Peter jumped up from where he was sitting, grabbing your waist and spinning you toward him. As he took you in his arms, he began to sway you back and forth in time with the music. You giggled, pushing against him shyly. 

“Peter, the food-” he shushed you, pulling you close to his chest. 

“It’ll still be there in a minute. Dance with me.”

You tucked your head into his neck, closing your eyes, breathing in his scent as you relaxed into him. His hand gently stroked your back as you moved through the tiny kitchen and you began to think about how grateful you were to be there with him. You’d had a rough couple of months and a little R&R was something you’d been denying yourself for so long. In that moment, it felt as if nothing could ruin it. 

The song began to die down and Peter had just started to pull away when you heard a loud crash come from what you assumed was the basement. Your heart hanmered in your throat, and you felt Peter immediately tense in your arms, his body suddenly as still as it had been in the bedroom. This time, you were close enough to notice the goosebumps on his skin. Slowly, he took a step towards the basement door. 

“Peter, no… please. It’s probably just a raccoon.” You tried to tug him back by the arm, but your strength was no match for his as he continued toward the door. He wiggled the door knob, cursing under his breath when he found it was locked. 

“Who locks a basement door?” He sounded agitated, on edge. You could tell by the look in his eye that he was coming up with the worst possible scenarios in his head. 

“Probably your boss who didn’t want us snooping through his stuff,” you answered, trying your best to sound nonchalant. You tugged on his arm one more time in an attempt to move him back towards the dining room. This time he relented. 

The two of you ate in moderate silence, Peter still on high alert and you growing mildly annoyed that he couldn’t just let it go. After his eyes darted over every corner of the room for what felt like the fiftieth time, you sat your fork down in exasperation. 

“Peter, seriously. We’re fine,” you griped. “This house is borderline abandoned so I’m sure the basement is full of wild animals just looking for a warm place to sleep. It’s probably nothing.”

He considered you for a moment, his hand moving as if he was going to rub at his neck, but running it through his hair at the last second. Chewing on the corner of his lip, he nodded, turning his attention back to his plate as he scooped at a stray piece of angel hair with his fork. 

“You forgot about the claw marks…” he muttered under his breath, tossing you a mischievous look from under his lashes. 

You grabbed your napkin, primed to ball it up and toss it at his head when a blood curdling scream echoed from somewhere beneath you. Peter leapt to his feet and there was a moment of silence as you both froze, unsure of what to do next. 

“What was tha-”

“Stay here!” He cut you off, jabbing a finger in your direction. 

Not listening, you followed him as he bolted from the room, back into the kitchen and towards the basement door. He grabbed the handle again, wiggling it roughly and slamming his shoulder against the wood to no avail. He tried this a few more times before turning back to the kitchen, his eyes dancing wildly over the countertops in search of something to help him get through the door. 

“Peter, what are you going to do?” Your hands were braced against the countertop, holding you upright. There was a dangerous mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through your body, making your knees feel as if they would give out at any given second. 

“Hand me that butter knife,” he said, gesturing towards the table. You grabbed it, passing it to him with shaky hands.

He began to wedge it between the lock and the door frame, trying to force open the latch. Another crash, followed by a strangled scream. A chill danced along your spine when you realized you couldn’t quite make out if the scream was human or something else.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said. “We don’t know what’s down there.”

Peter turned to you then, an incredulous look on his face. 

“Are you serious right now? I’m Spider-Man. I’ve probably saved the city from like 900 different monsters.” He waved his hand around for dramatic effect then turned back to the door. “Besides… we are not doing anything. You’re going to stay right here while I check it out.” 

You crossed your arms, huffing at him as you sat on one of the nearby bar stools. You watched as he continued to throw his body against the door, praying that he wouldn't actually be successful. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was telling you to just throw your bags in the car and leave, romantic getaway be damned. 

As you were about to suggest just that, the door finally gave way and you jumped up, creeping closer as Peter descended a few tentative steps into the darkness. You reached the frame of the broken door when Peter turned toward you. 

“Do you have your flashlight?” He asked. 

“No,” you weren’t sure why you were whispering. “No phones, remember?” 

He cursed as he turned back to the darkness, every muscle in his body on high alert. A stair creaked beneath your foot as you tiptoed behind him, unwilling to let him deal with this alone. He held a finger to his lips, listening intently for any sign of movement. To your right, you thought you heard the faint sound of ragged breathing, growing closer by the millisecond. 

“Peter,” you croaked, fisting your hand into the back of his shirt. You could hear your pulse in your ears, your entire body trembled as you struggled to stay upright. His arm came up in front of you protectively, eyes still straining to see anything in the darkness. 

Something grabbed hold of your ankle, scaly and cold, claws dug menacingly into your skin. Before you could scream, your feet were jerked out from underneath you, dragging you down the stairs.

Your head must have hit every step on the way down. When you landed at the bottom, you looked up toward the doorway, seeing only Peter’s silhouette flying down the stairs before your world descended into darkness.

[justanotheranxiousfangirl]

Forehead Kisses

"Oblivious idiots," Steve muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the two teenagers.

"Ironic coming from you 'Cap," Natasha replied, "but i'll indulge you, why are they "oblivious idiots?"

"They're in love!" Steve exclaimed rather loudly.

"Shhhhh," Natash employed, "don't let Tony hear you say that."

"Don't let Tony hear you say what?" the man himsef interrupted, "come on tell me, you know i love "spilling the tea!"" He mocked the phrase using a Valley Girl accent.

Unfortunatley, Steve was not the best liar, though Natasha quickly tried to come up with a cover story she was not quite fast enough.

"Steve stole your-"

"Peter just kissed your daughter on her forehead," he slapped his hand across his mouth, "twice."

Tony's mouth tipped up into a smirk, "They are just very affectionate best friends, ya' know. The only ones that can truly understand eachother being Avengers in highschool. I assure you ther is nothing going on between them."

Natasha snorts at Tony's denial, which is met with a look, so she elaborated, "we don't think anything is going on between them either, we just think that they are oblivious to eachothers feelings for one another."

"Y/N can't like Peter, she is way to young to be liking boys,"

Steve nods his head in agreement, "way too young."

Natasha laughed at the overprotectivness of father and psuedo-uncle, "you do know she is 17 years old, right?"

The boys nod, as if not getting her point, she sighed, "Well, Tony what were you doing at 17?"

Tony shuttered, "uh uh, no way not my baby girl." Steve however remained confused.

"This is ridiculous, they are just affectionate, always have been..."

"Okay, then elaborate..." Natasha asks Tony.

15 Years Old

Y/N waited in her fathers lab, after giving Friday strict instructions to let her know as soon as wither Peter or her father were back.It was Y/N who found out that Peter was Spider-Man, and helped her dad build his suit. Y/N was also friends with Peter in real life, as they both went to Midtown School of Science and Technology.

"Ms.Stark, the QuinJet has arrived, with only one passenger, Peter Benjamin Parker, aka: Spider-Man."

"Thank you FRIDAY." Y/N said as she ran to the dock, she saw Peter emerge, a little bruised, hair wet from a recent challenge, but a glow illuminated his features. She took off towards him and he dropped the one bag he had before grabbing her waist with two hands, and swinging her around, as he babbled about his trip.

16 Years Old

(after the blip, peter didnt blip but May did)

A scream woke Tony with a start, he would know that voice anywhere, the voice of his babygirl. He shot up in bed, and ran towards her room, only to be met with the rest of the team at the open doorway of her room. He inched forward to find Peter holding his daughter back to sleep, and watched as she clutched onto him like a lifeline. They slowly backed away, and only 2 weeks later he found him self in the same position but the roles had been reversed. Pete begged his daughter not to leave him, as she finally settled most of her body weight on him, seemingly the only thing to comfort his cries.Needless to say he put them both in therapy, but ignored the whole room swaping situation.

Just as tont finishes explaining their friendship the teenagers appear, giggling and leaning on each other, until Y/N, ever the klutz, trips and scrapes her knee, Peter barely catching her before her whole body hits the floor.Peter sat you down gently before grabbing the narest emergency kit, cleaning the wound and bandaging it. Y/N whimpers as he applies a bit of pressure to the bandaid, and he clucks his tounge, and presses a sweet long kiss to her forehead.

"Guess I'm never gonna stop fallin' for you am I?" she asks the moment allowing her to block out everyone else.Peter smiles and lands the smallest kiss on her lips, and then the gasps broke out from the rest of the people in the room.

Peter smiles sheepishly as he turns to face them, a giggle breaks out from you, and you hide your head in the crook of peter's neck as your father's jaw drops, and nat and steve share a high-five.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Minimal Loss (Hotchner Brother)

(Y/N) Hotchner joins Prentiss and Reid to interview children from liberty ranch. Obviously things don't exactly go to plan.

Word Count: 7709

Warnings: hostage situation, abusive childhood mentioned, worried hotch, paedophilia referenced (as in the episode), hurt reader, explosions, I can't think of anything else but if I missed anything give me a shout.

I don't own this episode or the characters or anything lol

“Prentiss, Reid, (Y/N),” Your brother called from his office. “I need to speak to you,”

Morgan gave you three a smirk as he let out an “oooh, someone’s in trouble,” you rolled your eyes with a scoff and stuck your finger up at him as you walked past. 

You knew your brother and you knew when he was angry. Despite outside appearances, he was calm. Although somehow his eyebrows made him always look angry - you did try explaining this to him before, but he didn’t seem to want to listen. 

You weren’t much younger than your brother. At least, it didn’t feel like you were that much younger than him. You always felt you were particularly mature - not that anyone else you knew would agree. Okay, maybe there was a slightly large age gap between the pair of you. You and Reid were the babies of the BAU, you barely one year older than him at 28 (freshly turned) - your brother being the ripe old age of 36 (nearly 37). Being one year older than the genius was nice, in a strange way, he had almost become your little brother. You felt extremely protective of him, especially after Tobias Hankel. Of course you were protective of all of your team, but other than Jack, you’d never really had anyone that you could take care of, that you could be a big brother for. 

“I want you three to meet with a Nancy Lunde. She’s investigating a cult - she will brief you on the details, but do not identify yourself as FBI agents,” Aaron began, “There was a 911 call about the leader, Lunde will explain more, you should leave promptly,”

“Yes sir,” Spencer and Emily spoke in sync, before excusing themselves.

You looked at your brother, “Are you alright?” You asked softly, he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.

“Hey, just checking,” You grinned, holding your hands up in surrender. “But maybe get some coffee - your eyebrows are looking stressed. You know, Penelope’s right, if you keep frowning, you will get wrinkles,”

Aaron rolled his eyes at you, “Just get ready,”

“Sir yes sir!” You mocked with a smirk before exiting the room. 

The three of you were ready and with Lunde on the way to Liberty Ranch within the hour. You and Reid sat in the back, listening as Lunde began to explain what she knew of the case so far.

“Do we know who the caller is?” You asked.

“Jessica Evanson fits the age but we can’t be sure so I negotiated interviews with all of the children - it wasn’t easy,” Nancy explained, you all nodded.

“We can imagine.” With that, Emily launched into an explanation of what Hotch had told you all about not saying you were FBI agents.

“Just introduce us with our real names and say we are child victim interview experts,” She instructed. The three of you removed your credentials and guns, placing them in a small box that was then hidden in a compartment of the car. 

Eventually, the car came to a stop and the four of you stepped out. Seeing a man leaning on the small wall by the steps, she approached him confidently. “We’re looking for a Mr Benjamin Cyrus,”

The gentleman pushed himself off of the wall, “You’ve found him.” Nancy introduced herself before introducing you, Spencer, and Emily as child victim interview experts. 

“We spoke on the phone regarding the allegation,” She said. 

“Savages, they call us. Because our manners differ from theirs,”

“We didn’t come here to hear you cite scripture, Mr Cyrus,” 

“Actually, it’s Benjamin Franklin,” Spencer corrected, you found yourself grinning. You always found it amusing when Spencer corrected people. 

“The children are in the school as I indicated,” Cyrus said, motioning for you all to start heading towards it. 

The four of you made your way to the school, Cyrus going off in a separate direction. You let Emily take a seat, opposite Jessica, whilst you and Spencer stood either side of Emily. 

You weren’t quite sure what had happened. One moment you were interviewing the children, the next, Cyrus and his second in command, Christopher came storming in with guns in hands.

“We just got a very strange phone call from a news reporter. Is there anything you want to tell me about a raid maybe?” Taking in the three, very confused, faces, Cyrus let out a sigh. “They don't know.”

Cyrus forced them down a tunnel, after Christopher and the children. You made sure to be the last one of the four of you to go down, not wanting Cyrus to try and hurt any of them. “All right, move quietly. Quickly go to the left. Everybody stay together.” Cyrus instructed, “Children listen to your parents. All right, everyone. Down to this end. Have faith.”

“Where'd all these guns come from?” Emily asked with a hushed tone.

“I don't know. Garcia checked with the state police.” Spencer replied, also whispering. You listened, unsure of anything you could add. Instead, you turned your attention back to Cyrus, who continued to try and calm down the crowd. Christopher had a short conversation with the leader, before they both left the room. 

“It's the state police. I'm an officer of the state.” Nancy said firmly.

“Well, there's nothing we can do right now,” You said with a slight shrug. It was harsh, but true.

“I can talk to him.” Nancy pressed.

“No, you can't. It's dangerous.” Emily said in an attempt to rationalise with her. Her eyes widened slightly when Nancy continued to run after Cyrus. Emily ran after her, and was quickly followed by you and Spencer.  “Nancy, stop! Nancy!”

You sighed when Nacy managed to slip past the men and the three of you were not as lucky. You let both Spencer and Emily sit, there only being two spare chairs, you standing in front of them. The three of you waiting anxiously for Lunde’s return. 

“Do not fear. We are on the side of the righteous.” Cyrus said as he entered. Your head snapped towards the voice, noticing the two men that walked out before, Christopher and Cyrus.

“Where's Lunde?” You asked, worriedly.

“It wasn't us,” Cyrus said, sombrely.

“What? You can't shoot it out with the cops! You have children here!” Emily exclaimed.

 “I didn't start this.” Cyrus defended before turning to Christopher, “I'll take the roof. You take the tunnel.”

“They’re pulling out!” One of Cyrus’ follower exclaimed.

Spencer turned to you and Emily, a grim look on his face, “Not for long.”

Back at Quantico, Aaron sat in his office, absentmindedly filling in some paperwork. He was relieved when the phone rang, happy for the break. Well, that was until he realised who was on the phone. It was some bureaucrat criticising his team. Hotch sighed, defending his team in the most respectful manner he could - last time he got a little… protective and Strauss ripped into him. 

“Hotch!” Aaron’s head snapped up and he quickly hung up the phone on the raging sixty-year-old man. 

“The TV.” Morgan stated, “Prentiss, Reid, and (Y/N),”

“No one knows for sure how many people are inside. It is believed at least 4 of the child service members are still trapped within the compound.”

All the work had stopped at this point, all focusing on the TV. Quickly, one by one the phones started to ring. “All right that means we're the lead with hostage rescue and support. Let's go.” Hotch said, pushing aside his worry for you. Worrying about you wasn’t going to be productive. It wasn’t going to help up. Instead, he needed to help you.

Within twenty minutes, the rest of his team were on the jet on their way to Colorado, going over what they knew already. 

“Benjamin Cyrus, the current leader, introduced religion 8 years ago when Kane left,” Hotch said, turning to Morgan and Rossi.

“Garcia, what do we got on Cyrus?” Morgan asked, turning to his baby girl on the screen.

“We got bupkiss. It's like the guy never cast a shadow on the known universe.” Garcia said, before adding, “However his predecessor, Leo Kane, is doing a 17-year stretch at Deerfield federal prison. Apparently, libertarians do not like paying taxes.”

“17 years for tax evasion?” Morgan asked.

“Oh, no. That would be 2 years for tax evasion and 15 for going after 4 IRS agents with a Louisville slugger.”

“Let's have Kane brought to the scene. He's our best chance at finding out some idea of who we're dealing with.” Hotch said. Garcia gave a small nod before ending the video call. Now that the briefing was done, the jet was silent - everyone caught up in their own thoughts. JJ and Morgan sat next to each other, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“How are you feeling?” Rossi asked, turning to Hotch.

“I’m fine,” Hotch said. Seeing the look Rossi gave him, he sighed. "Alright, I'm worried. My brother is being held hostage by a cult, as well as two of our agents. But there's no point dwelling on the anxiety because that isn't going to do anything."

"We'll make sure they're all fine," David reassured. 

Spencer, Emily, and you were led to a room. You motioned for Spencer to sit down in the chair, trying not to panic, you and Emily stood in front of him slightly.

Cyrus and Christopher walked down the stairs, toward you. “Miles is dead. He was locking the door when they shot him.” Christopher said, when Cyrus turned to look at him he continued, “Lauren and Robert were asleep in their bed. The bullets came through the wall.”

“What about the baby?” Cyrus asked, looking at his follower in worry.

“I have her. She was at the school.” Cyrus turned round to see his wife. Walking up to them, he smiled at them both reassuringly.

“Hello, darling. It's all gonna be all right, honey. Mommy and daddy have gone to god. Okay? It's all gonna be all right. Take her to the temple and pray.” Cyrus said to his wife, when she nodded and left, he turned back to Christopher. “Distribute weapons and ammo. I prayed this day would never come. But it has. God will see us through.”

You shot Emily a worried look. This wasn't exactly an ideal situation.

Hoch walked up to Rossi, to outsiders, his demeanour was his usual calm and collected but he knew his team could see through his facade. “Dave, they've left the choice of negotiators up to me.” He said.

“I taught most of the hostage negotiation unit. You want a recommendation?” Rossi asked, he could definitely think of a few good students he has taught in his time.

“I'm making you the lead negotiator,” Hotch said.

 “Me?”

“Why go to the students when I have the teacher?” Rossi looked at Hotch dumbfounded.

“Because the teacher is emotionally involved. So is the agent in command.” Rossi argued. The stress must be getting to his head or something.

“I know I am. This is a unique situation. We have three agents who could affect the outcome on the inside.”

“True. But I can't be objective! I know them too well.”

“This outcome depends as much on our ability to predict the moves of (Y/N), Prentiss and Reid as Cyrus. That's why you're the best man for the job.” Hotch argued.

“Assuming that (Y/N), Reid and Prentiss are still in a condition to make moves.”

“I know how bad this is. That's why I want you doing the talking.” Rossi let out a sigh, he was convinced.

“All right.” He said, defeated.

After kicking the Attorney General off of his crime scene, Aaron gathered around with the rest of the team, discussing the methods they were going to use to get as many people out as possible. After finishing that, they split up as they began to put their plan in order.

The phone that had been set up rang, Rossi picked it up, “Hello?”

“You killed my mom and daddy. Are you going to kill me too?” A small girl’s voice rang out through the speakers.

“No one is going to kill you, honey,” Rossi said in a calming tone.

“This is Benjamin Cyrus. Who am I talking to?” The man’s voice was laced with a cold hint.

“David Rossi, an FBI agent. We sent the state police away. There's just us and the local sheriff. All we want to do is resolve this before anyone else gets hurt.”

“Then leave us alone,” Cyrus demanded.

“I'm afraid we can't do that, Benjamin. One of the police bled out on the way to the hospital. So let's just stop this before things get worse. Please, just put down your guns and come out.”

“We're believers, Dave. We believe that God says what he means and means what he says. His laws don't depend on what state you live in.”

Hotch ground his teeth slightly, his brother and friends were in there – and against his rational thinking, all he wanted to do was bust down the door and get them out. 

“I have no issue with your beliefs,” Dave said calmly.

“You don't. But the state does.”

“I can't answer for other people.” He had to stay calm, that was the only way. To keep level headed.

“Oh, God will answer for everyone in the final battle I've foreseen.”

“That's why I'm here - to make sure that this is not that battle.”

“We shall see.”

“Now, the 4 child services workers...”

“One of them is dead. It wasn't us.”

“I need a name to inform the family,” Rossi said, trying to ignore the knot of worry that had formed in his stomach.

“Her name was Nancy Lunde.” Rossi felt bad for feeling relieved that it was not a member of his team. As far as they knew, you, Spencer, and Emily were safe. But ignorance is bliss. Morgan closed his eyes in relief. Hotch felt a weight lift off of his chest. You were okay.

“Okay. Now, please, Benjamin, send out your wounded. I promise you they'll be well taken care of.”

“With enough supplies, we can tend to our own.”

“Okay. I need a few hours to put it together. I'll bring them up myself, at first light.” Dave said. Looking out of the window, at the agents, Cyrus hung up the phone.

“They could take you, hostage,” Dan said.

“I'm gonna confirm the kids, Prentiss, (Y/N), and Reid are okay,” Rossi said, unfazed.

Dave slowly approached the entrance, holding a box of supplies, he juggled the box into one hand and knocked on the door. The door opened immediately.

“Dave? I'm Ben. Come on in. The children. And our guests.” Rossi’s eyes glazed over the three agents quickly. No one seemed hurt. Spencer was sat next to the wall, with Emily next to him, and you next to her. You weren't about to let them get hurt.

“I'd hoped you'd let me take the children,” Rossi said as he turned to Cyrus.

“No, they're our protection. I remember Waco. We all do.”

“This isn't Waco.” Rossi pointed out.

“They stay for now... While I pray for God's guidance. Please don't try to force us out.”

“No one's gonna try to force you out of here. Trust me.”

“Trust is earned.”

“It is,” Rossi said, nodding at the man.

“Tell them I'm not crazy. Tell them I'm just a man living by God's law.”

“I will,” Dave said, offering Cyrus his hand. The two shook hands before Dave left the building.

“Prepare the wine.” A few minutes later, Cyrus was pouring wine for everyone. “We are celebrating. Everyone drinks. Everyone rejoices. Because today we are one day closer to being with him.”

“Look at Jessica's body language. The way she looks at him.” Emily said the three of them were currently standing away from the followers of the cult.

“She literally worships him.” You said softly.

“There's no way she made that 9-1-1 call,” Spencer added.  

“Trust in God with all your heart. Lean not on your own understandings.” Cyrus said,  “Trust in mine.”

“Look how she comes between Cyrus and her daughter. She's inserted herself between them.” Emily pointed out, as Kathy stood between Jessica and Cyrus, blocking Jessica from looking at him.

“Acknowledge Him in all things, and He will guide your way. Drink to acknowledge Him. And I will guide our way.” Cyrus continued with his speech. Everyone took a drink of the wine.

“Reid, (Y/N), and Prentiss are okay.” Rossi said as he entered the base.

“What about Cyrus?” Hotch asked.

“He's too calm.” Rossi said, “It's- it's like he was waiting for this to happen. And now that it has, he feels vindicated.”

“I got a signal. I'm getting a signal here.” A tech called out. Everyone quickly grabbed a set of headphones.

“We will be with him soon. We drank the poison together. Mothers... Fathers... Children, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death we fear no evil. For thou are with us.”

“This doesn't fit. I looked him in the eye. He was calm, lucid.” Rossi said.

“They're committing mass suicide,” Hotch informed Dan as he walked into the room.

“We don't know that for sure,” Rossi argued.

“Rossi, he just said it,” Morgan argued back.

“We're ready to go. If we go in there, people are going to die.”

“People are already dying,” Hotch exclaimed, he didn't know of Cyrus had made you drink the wine.

“And God will wipe the tears from their eyes, and there will be no more death nor sorrow nor crying. And there will be no more pain. For all of the former things have passed away.” Cyrus said.

“What do we do?” Emily asked in a hushed whisper.

“Nothing,” Spencer answered.

“We have to do something. These people just took poison.” Emily argued, still whispering.

“Cyrus just told them he did. I think he's just bluffing.” Spencer said.

“Why do you think that?”

“Just after he told them about the poison, he waited for them to start to react. Then he nodded to cole. And he started writing. Look. They're scanning the audience looking for reactions.” Spencer explained.

“They're writing down the names of the people who are crying.” You added.

“It's a loyalty list,” Spencer concluded.

“So he knows who will follow him to the end,” Emily said.

When Kane arrived, Morgan went to speak with him. Thirty minutes later, Morgan returned with a lead - which naturally Garcia followed up. 

“JJ, I need you to release a press statement saying that we have absolutely no evidence of sexual allegations,” Hotch said, looking over at her, before turning back to the printout of information he had in front of him. They didn’t want Cyrus to think that he would be arrested. It would make him reckless and they couldn’t afford that. Not with so many hostages. 

“You need to see this.”

“There's still no word as to why an undercover FBI agent was sent in alone.”

Hotch’s stomach dropped. He knew his brother. He knew how protective of the team you were. He knew that you saw Spencer as a younger brother you never had but always wanted, that Emily had filled a maternal spot in your life. That you would do anything to protect them. That you would admit to being an FBI agent if it meant they would not be harmed.

Cyrus walked into the room, "Which one of you is it? Which one is you are the FBI agent?"

"Why do you think one of us is an FBI agent?" Spencer asked, finding his voice becoming thick.

"God will forgive me for what I must do." He started, pulling out a gun from his waistline, cocking it at pointing it at Spencer's head.

"I don't, I don't know what you're talking about," Spencer said.

"One of you does." He said, not moving the gun from Spencer's head. "Who is it?"

You watched nervously, wide-eyed. You saw Emily open her mouth to say something. No, you couldn’t let her get hurt. "Me. It's me. I'm the FBI agent." You spoke quickly with nerves as you found yourself holding eye contact with Spencer and Emily, begging them not to speak in contrast to you.

Cyrus grabbed you by the hair, yanking you up harshly. You winced as your hands shot up to your hairline. Cyrus dragged you to a spare room, metal shelves littered the walls. You fell to the floor with a grunt, hands barely coming up to break your fall. You stumbled up, you weren’t one to cower to bullies. That’s all Cyrus was. 

“I told you not to put me in this position!” Cyrus yelled, backhanding you across the face. You let out a small grunt. You didn’t fight back, not when knowing there was a possibility of him then taking it out on either Spencer or Emily. So you took the hits, the punches, the kicks. 

Morgan, Hotch and Rossi listened to the grunts and hits, wincing. You let out a small yelp when Cyrus kicked you in the stomach.

“We gotta go in there,” Hotch said, taking off his headphones, ready to storm in.

“We'd be risking the lives of everyone in there.” Rossi reasoned. Hesitantly, Hotch put the headphones back on.

“Get up!” Cyrus growled out, when you did so, he hit you across the face again, sending you stumbling into a mirror. The mirror smashed at the impact of your body, cutting into your forearms slightly as you tried to steady yourself. “Proverbs 20:30 tells us blows and wounds cleanse away evil,” Cyrus said, flinging you into the metal shelves. You let out a grunt as your body collided with the shelves, you fell to the floor, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the pain.

You stumbled back up, ignoring the blood, you turned to Cyrus, “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamour and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you - Ephesians 4:31-32,” You responded. Cyrus growled, grabbing your left arm he twisted it painfully behind your back as he shoved you into the wall - paying no attention as you drew in a sharp breath feeling small pieces of the mirror cut your cheek.

“Don’t you quote scripture to me, boy. Let this be a lesson to you,” He snarled, his grip on your arm tightened and in one swift motion he pulled your arm higher against your back. You gave a loud cry. Cyrus gave a dark chuckle before he let go, shoving you to the floor. 

“I can take it.” You mumbled, knowing that Aaron would be listening and would want to storm the place.

“Oh, you can take it?” Cyrus mocked, kicking you across the face.

“Wait - wait. Listen to what he's saying.” Rossi said.

“I can take it.” You said again, stronger this time.

“He's antagonizing him,” Morgan said, wiping his hand across his face in frustration.

“He's not talking to him,” Rossi said.

“He's talking to us. He's telling us not to come in.” Hotch revealed.

Aaron’s phone woke him up, turning over with a roll, he saw at the time. 3 AM. His stomach dropped seeing your name flash on his phone. “(Y/N)? What happened?” 

“I pissed him off,” Came your pained reply. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Calms me down,”

Aaron gave a sigh at his brother’s words. “I’m coming to get you,”

“I can take it, Aaron,” You mumbled.

“I don’t care. I’m coming to get you,”

“I can take it,”

“(Y/N), I’m doing what I should have done at eighteen,” Aaron said strongly, “I’m picking you up and you are going to live with me and Haley,”

“Pride comes before the fall,” Cyrus said, punching you hard in the stomach. You let out a groan as you rolled onto your back, clutching your left arm close to your chest.

“Tie him up. Put him upstairs.” Cyrus instructed Christopher.

Christopher grabbed some rope that sat on one of the metal shelves. You gave a loud grunt as he flipped you over carelessly onto your stomach. From there, he grabbed your arms roughly, pulling them behind your back before tying them tightly together. He yanked you up, causing up to give a sharp yelp in pain.

You managed to catch your breath before you were shoved out of the room, stumbling as you did so. You look up, seeing Emily and Spencer staring at you with wide eyes, you send them a small reassuring smile before you were pushed down a corridor. He dragged you down the hall and up a flight of stairs until you reached a secluded room that could only be locked (and unlocked) from the outside. You were shoved onto the bed, causing you to gasp in pain at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and ribs - then the door was slammed behind you. 

You weren’t sure how long it had been before the door softly opened - not being able to see who it was, you prepared yourself, just in case. Much to your relief, it was Kathy. You thought it could have been fifteen minutes, perhaps.

“You should have told Cyrus who you were. He's a prophet. He predicted satan's armies would come and lay siege to us.” Kathy said as she began to dab at your wounds with a wet cloth. She had strict instructions to only clean the open wounds, she was not permitted to try and set his shoulder or close any of the wounds. She was simply there to clean the blood.

“There's a name for that kind of prophecy - self-fulfilling.” You said, groaning slightly, trying your best to mask your wince.

“You don't know how dangerous it is to lie to him,” Kathy said, shaking her head at you.

“I know it would take someone very brave to defy him, knowing the consequences. And that that person would have to have a damn good reason to do it.” You said, looking at Kathy. Kathy looked away, nervous, before leaving the room. You let your head fall back onto the bed as you let out a sigh.

Cyrus walked out of the room, composed. “Did you know he was FBI?” He asked, wiping the blood off his knuckles, he looked up at Emily and Spencer.

“Nancy told us he was a child abuse interview expert from Denver. In 4 years we worked with her, Nancy never lied to us before.” Spencer said, looking at Cyrus.

“As far as you know. Their law says that a 15-year-old girl is a child. 50 years ago that same law said a 14-year-old was an adult. Have children changed so much in 50 years?”

“I can't tell you the number of times we've investigated abuse charges against small religious groups. Almost all of them turn out to be false.” Emily said, looking at Cyrus.

“What do you think of that?” Cyrus asked, discarding the tissue onto the table.

“Doesn't really matter what I think.”

“It does to me.”

“Why?”

“Because God wants to save you. I mean, that's why he sent you here. That's the reason.” Cyrus said as he stood up.

“On the next call, you should test them. Test the negotiator.” Spencer said, looking up. “Make him prove that he isn't a liar.”

“How would you suggest I do that?”

“Ask for the identity of the FBI agent,” Spencer suggested.

“Wake the baby. Let's let them meet the orphan that they've made.” Cyrus said.

The ring of the phone echoed throughout the quiet room. Cyrus bent down and picked it up, deciding to go with Spencer’s plan.

“How are you doing today, Ben?” Rossi’s voice resonated through his ear.

“I will release a child if you tell me the identity of the FBI agent. I promise no harm will come to them from this point forward.”

“I can't give you that information.”

“I will send the child now.”

Dan immediately walked toward the truck, waiting for Morgan inside as he switched his gun for the radio Hotch gave him.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Come to me, sweetie. You're safe now. We got her, Hotch.” Morgan said, gently getting into the truck with the toddler.

“We're taking a big risk here, Ben,” Rossi said.

“Trust is earned.”

“His name is (Y/N) Hotchner. He came in with 3 child service workers to talk to the girls.”

“There's a good chance we can work this out, Dave. I'm gonna provide another sign of good faith.”

“You're doing a good thing here.”

Cyrus hung up the phone, turning to Christopher. “Assemble everyone in the chapel. Get Agent Hotchner down here.”

“It has come to my attention that some of our brothers and sisters have lost their faith in god. That they no longer love us. They want to abandon us. So when I call out your name, please stand. Todd Sutters. Melanie Sutters...”

You walked into the room, sporting the beginnings of a black eye and a bruised cheek that was covered in small cuts from the glass of the mirror, your lip was also split, your left arm was tucked tightly against your chest, and you favoured your right side as you walked (well, limped). Emily and Spencer quickly made their way over to you. “He looks pissed,” you said when the two had reached him.

“Evan Radley.”

“It's not as bad as it looks,” you said, seeing the two worried looks Emily and Spencer were sending you.

“I'm so sorry,” Emily said softly.

“Sean Ebbins. Sherry...”

“Wyatt Rayborn.”

“He’s releasing the ones who failed the loyalty test.” Spencer realised.

“Doris Beasley.”

“We'll get word to the team.” Spencer said to you, “Wait for a sign from outside to indicate what time the raid will come.”

“Willis Farwell.”

Spencer and Emily made their way over to Cyrus. “We told him shouldn't have lied to you like that,” Spencer said, Emily nodded in agreement.

“To all of us.” Cyrus said, looking at both Emily and Spencer, “Take him back.” Christopher nodded, walking over to you, he grabbed you harshly by your left arm (snarling for you to shut up when you whimpered in pain) and lead you out of the room.

When you had been dragged out of the room, Cyrus turned back to the crowd of followers. “Those of you that are standing, please collect your belongings and report to the front hallway immediately.”

Cyrus picked up the phone, dialling the number, “We will surrender tomorrow at noon. I want the press there to ensure that we're treated fairly. We'll discuss the details in our 7:00 AM call. I'll see you then, Dave.”

“I look forward to it,” Rossi said.

“Oh, and one more thing. Could you send some food in?” Cyrus asked.

“Sure. What would you like?”

“Fried chicken, all the Fixin's.”

“You got it,” Rossi said, Cyrus hung up as soon as the last word had left his mouth.

“We have to go in as soon as possible,” Hotch said.

“Best time to hit 'em is when they're least mentally prepared,” Rossi said.

“3:00 AM biorhythms are at their low point then,” Dan said, nodding along as he spoke.

“We need a diversion. Something that plays into his expectations.” Morgan said.

“Cyrus brought up Waco.” Dan said slowly.

“Right,” Rossi said nodding along.

“We need some humvees,” Dan said, walking off to get such needed items.

“The plan depends on (Y/N), Reid and Prentiss separating the diehards from the followers.” Hotch said, drawing a line through the die hard part of Morgan’s diagram from earlier.

“And delaying Cyrus' diehards from reacting to our assault.” Morgan pointed out.

Hotch shook his head, “That's not my main concern. Reid, Prentiss, and (Y/N) know what they need to do.”

“So what is your concern?” Morgan asked.

“Letting them know when we're coming. The whole thing hinges on them being ready for us at 3:00 AM,” Hotch said, turning away from the whiteboard.

“Come on, guys, quick. We need to get those bugs in the boxes before it gets too cold.” Dan said to his team members who were packing the boxes.

“Perfect,” Hotch said, holding up a lid top. Hotch grabbed a blue marker next to him and began scribbling down all the information the team needed to know.

“Let's hope it's just that easy,” Morgan said as he patted Hotch on the back. A few members carried the food down to the temple.

You lifted your foot to the blind, using the heel to make them open slightly. “If you can hear me, I know you're coming. I can try to get the women and children down to the tunnel, But I need to know when you're coming.” You said.

“What is it?” Morgan asked when Dan approached him with a radio.

“(Y/N). He's talking to us.” Dan said.

“If you can hear me I know you're coming. I can try to get the women and children down to the tunnel, But I need to know when you're coming.” Your voice sounded through the radio.

“Let's go.”

You cut yourself off repeating the information, seeing a laser being pointed through the window onto the wall. “Okay, okay, I got you. What time?” The laser appeared and disappeared three times. “3:00 AM?” You asked, the laser appeared, moving up and down as if it was nodded. You would have laughed if you were in less of a complicated situation. “Got it. Reid and Emily are on the first floor, somewhere with Cyrus. And please remember there are children here. Someone's coming.”

“Hold on, (Y/N),” Morgan mumbled.

Kathy walked into the room, a chair in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You sat up (with surprisingly less of a struggle than you thought with the help of Kathy). Kathy sat on the chair and gently placed the glass to your lips. “Cyrus is planning a mass suicide. You made the 9-1-1 call.” You said softly, once the glass had been removed from your mouth.

“This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I hadn't made that call.” Kathy said

“You were trying to protect your daughter,” You said, offering her a small smile.

“There were other girls before Jessie. He - he would marry them in secret. And after a while, he'd take another. And we weren't permitted to speak of it.” Kathy said, “And so when she asked for my consent, I wanted to just take her and run. But I was afraid she wouldn't leave him.”

“You wanted us to take her?” You asked, tilting your head slightly at the woman.

“I wanted to save her from Cyrus,” Kathy said.

“I can give you another chance.” You said, “The F. B. I.is coming here at 3:00 A. M. I need you to gather Jessica, the kids, the other women—” Kathy shook her head, standing up as you continued. “Get them into the basement just before 3:00 A. M.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Kathy asked, turning round to face you.

“Because I have faith that you are a strong enough woman to do the right thing for Jessica.” You said. Kathy walked out of the room, not saying another word. Panic filled you, what if she told Cyrus? Or Jessica? Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!

Hotch stood outside, staring at the building. “I know I shouldn’t go in there.” He said, looking down.

“I'm going,” Rossi said.

“If something happens to Prentiss, (Y/N) or Reid, I... I don't know.” Hotch said softly.

“You're not alone,” Rossi said.

“I know I shouldn’t but I’m going to,” Aaron said, after a moment of consideration. “But I’m only going in to get (Y/N), I’ll let you all handle the rest. I don’t trust that I won’t do something to Cyrus,”

Kathy walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. “You were right. They're setting the place to blow up.” Kathy rushed out as she helped you stand up, untying you quickly. “I told Jessie Cyrus wanted her to gather the women and children.”

“Where is the man and woman I came in with?” You asked, holding back your wince when you moved your arm to your chest, cradling it.

“They’re in the chapel with Cyrus. It's 2:45 though. We gotta hurry.” Kathy said, taking you by the arm and leading you out of the room.

You quietly walked up to the corner, peering through. When the coast was clear motioned for everyone to follow.

“Go. Go. Go.” Kathy whispered as the women and children rushed through the hallway.

You walked through the doorway to the basement, jumping slightly when a man from swat, Morgan, and your brother turned the corner. “(Y/N), you all right?”

“They've wired explosives.” You said, deciding to avoid the question and focus on the more pressing situation. Aaron holstered his gun, stepping closer to you, gently placing his hand on your right shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You instantly replied, “We need to find Reid and Prentiss,”

“Everybody come on. Let's go this way. Let's go kids.” Kathy said, leading the children into the basement and instructing them to follow the FBI. “Okay. This building's gonna blow up.”

“Where's Reid and Emily?” Morgan asked you.

“They’re in the chapel with Cyrus.” You said nodding, as you started to feel the stress of the situation begin to tire you out. No, you had to focus. You had to help get Emily and Spencer.

“We gotta get you out of here,” Rossi said.

“No. We've gotta get Spencer and Emily!” You argued, standing your ground.

“(Y/N), I will get them. Get out of here. Get to safety. Go now.” Morgan said, lightly turning you to Rossi.  Aaron lightly took your arm, knowing that you were thinking of making a run for it to go and get Emily and Spencer.

“Come on,” Aaron mumbled, you gave him a desperate look, hoping he would break and say you could go help Derek find Emily and Spencer, instead his frown deepened. So you admitted defeat. 

“Cyrus didn't call for this. You lied to me!” Jessica exclaimed, turning to her mother.

“No, Cyrus lied to you, honey.” Kathy said, gripping Jessica’s shoulders, desperate for her to listen.

“He can't - he's my husband,” Jessica yelled, breaking out of her mother’s grip to run and be with Cyrus. Kathy went to run after her daughter, Morgan caught her before she could.

“No! I will get her for you.” Morgan said. “Rossi, get her out of here. Torre, get your boys. Let's do this now.” You, Aaron, and Rossi led Kathy out of the chapel.

Aaron led you to safety, keeping a close eye on you the entire time. Knowing his attention was on you, Rossi took point, directing the women and children to safety with a handful of swat members. You found yourself leaning against Aaron, both for the support and comfort that he brings you.

Your eyes widened as you watched the building explode. With disbelief, you moved closer to the building (despite the heat and fire), to get a better look. They had to have made it out, right? They couldn’t have been in there still. They were too smart for that. Seeing their figures stand up, coughing from the rubble, you felt relief flood through him. “Oh thank God…” you mumbled as you began to walk closer to them. “Are you okay?!”

“We're okay,” Morgan called out, seeing the panic on your face.

“I think all the kids are out,” Hotch said.  

“Where's Jessie?” Rossi said, looking around.  

When you finally reached the trio, you immediately pulled Emily into a one armed hug, then Spencer, and then finally Morgan. “Thank God you’re all alright,” you said, “I thought I was going to have a panic attack,” you said, laughing slightly, ignoring and hiding the twinge of pain that erupted from your ribs at the laugh. Emily and Reid didn’t need to feel any worse about what had happened. Seeing Kathy, you slowly walked over to her, feeling the team’s gaze on you. “I’m so sorry…” you said softly.

Kathy looked at you, tears slowly making their way down her face. “It’s all my fault,” She said quietly. You shook your head.

“No, no it isn’t. It isn’t your fault at all. Cyrus manipulated her, he manipulated you all, it is his fault and his fault alone, alright?” You said. Kathy nodded, throwing her arms around you, sobbing (you forced yourself to hug her back, ignoring the pain you felt - she had just lost her child). “It’s alright,” you said softly, rubbing small circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her. “You helped save all of these people,” Kathy gave you a watery smile before walking towards the crowd of people who, over the past thirteen years, had become her family.

Aaron placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Come on kid,” He said, “We need to get you checked out,” You held back a sigh, nodding. 

Aaron stood by you as a paramedic checked you over before telling you both that it would be best if you went to the hospital to check for further damage. You reluctantly agreed (after some bribing from Aaron - he said he would buy you two packets of skittles and said he would ride with you to the hospital). 

They reset your shoulder, gave you medication for the pain, informed you that you had a cracked rib or two - but gave you the all-clear to fly. You were also told that it was very lucky your nose had not also broken, they said all damage was superficial and would heal itself with time. They had also given you strict orders to take it easy and give it a minimum of five weeks before going back on the field - and even then you weren’t to do anything too strenuous.

And so, an hour or two later, you boarded the jet with the rest of the team. 

“Hey,” you said, sitting down opposite Emily and Spencer. Spencer gave you a small smile before carrying on reading his book. You lightly took the book from Spencer’s hand, closing it (knowing Spencer would remember what page he was on), and placing it next to you. “Hey, I need you to listen to me both of you. What Cyrus did to me is not either of your faults. It was my decision, and I would do it again. You hear me?” You asked, making eye contact with Spencer and Emily.

“You didn’t need to do it though,” Spencer argued.

“But I wanted to,” You said, “Besides, I saw Emily was going to speak up and you know, I’m kinda fond of her and Aaron would definitely lecture me if either of you got hurt and I don’t particularly enjoy his lectures, they are rather boring,”

“You’re unbelievable,” Emily laughed.

“But I’m serious, I would do it again. I didn’t want you two getting hurt,” When Emily nodded and Spencer gave you a smile, you gave Spencer back the book, softly saying “Thank you” before you stood up and made your way over to Morgan, to check on him.

“Hey Derek,” you said as you sat down. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Derek said, looking at the younger, “Why?”

“Your jaw’s tense, eyebrows furrowed,” you said, “That’s not even mentioning that your shoulders are tense as hell-”

“Okay, okay, kid, I get your point,” Morgan said, chuckling at your antics. “I’m pissed that he hurt you all and there was nothing I could do about it,”

“What do you mean nothing you could do about it? You’re the one who told me when he was coming so I could get prepared – without that, I would probably be a pile of ash – you’re also the one who delivered the kill shot on Cyrus,” you said, “Stop beating yourself up and drink a cup  of coffee and eat a snicker – you’re not you when you’re hungry,”

Morgan laughed, “Thanks kid,”

“Not a problem old man,” you laughed.

“This old man could whoop your ass,”

“No, he couldn’t, he left his walking stick at home,” you laughed loudly, stealing Morgan’s headphones, quickly sitting next to Aaron before Morgan could retaliate.

“Aaron, Morgan’s gonna whoop my ass,” you said, “He just said so himself,”

“(Y/N), give me my headphones,” Morgan said, seriously.

“What headphones, I don’t have your headphones,” you said innocently, despite holding the headphones in your hands.

“Hotch, tell him to give me back my headphones,” Morgan said, turning to Hotch.

“(Y/N), give him his headphones,” Hotch said, when you did so, he turned to the pair of you, “Stop acting like children,”

“But I’m your kid brother,” you said, grinning mischievously.

Derek stood back up, making his way over to where he was sat previously and Rossi stood up to get a drink - knowing that you and your brother needed to talk. 

You turned to your brother with a sigh, “You’re brooding more than normal,” you stated. Aaron gave a deep sigh. “Come on, offload, what is it?”

“I sent you there,” Aaron said. 

“And?”

“So it’s my fault,” Aaron said, “I’m supposed to protect you and I sent you there and you got hurt,”

“God, Aaron,” You groaned, “It’s not your fault. I’m nearly thirty, you know. I think I can make my own decisions. I know you have this whole thing about protecting everyone, but it’s not all up to you. You need to just chill. Like take a deep breath and remind yourself you’re not responsible for everything. You’re going to give yourself more wrinkles.”

Aaron huffed a laugh, shaking his head, "Alright, whatever you say,"

"I'm serious. You better pay attention as well otherwise I'll snitch on you to Rossi and he'll ground you,"

[insomniamamma]

Changes: Frankie Morales x F!reader

A/N: so this was written for @littleferal‘s Writer’s Iron Chef #8. The prompt was accidentally falling asleep together.  I feel like this might be the start of an interesting AU. I may have to do something else with these two. Reader has had to move back in with her parents after some unspecified setback. Reader is younger than Benny but otherwise not described.

Warnings: A little angst. Small town. Overbearing parents. Alcohol consumption. Food mentions. Oh no, we’re snuggling for warmth. One very soft kiss. Brief mention of spiders.

          Things change, but some things stay exactly the same. Coming home was like hitching a ride on a time machine, the shit-splat town you grew up in much the same as when you ran from it. The shitty little carnival still comes through town at the beginning of summer like clockwork, the train still rolls through what passes as a downtown several times a night.  The dog food factory still stinks. The house is much the same as you remember it, only older, your ma and pa older. We won't charge you room and board, says your pa, but we do expect you to help out with groceries and such. And if you are going to live in this house, we expect you to follow certain rules. Yes, sir, you say, falling into the old patterns.          They've set you up in your old room, still painted an eye-watering purple that 13 year old you had loved.          I talked to Jerry down to the store. He'll hire you on.          Yes sir.          It's good pay. You'll have to work for it though.          Yes sir.          You'll be just fine, says Ma, you'll get back on your feet soon enough.

         Things change, but some things stay exactly the same. The Millers still live next door, their back field and yours butting up, separated by a fringe of scraggly honeysuckles. Benny practically knocks you over, sweeping you up into a bear hug.          "Hey, Squirt! I missed you! How've you been?"          "Honestly, I've been better." Will's greeting is more subdued but just as warm, pulls you into his arms and squeezes you tight.          "You'll be okay." And somehow when Will says it you believe it.

         "Hey Squirt!"          "Arrrghh. I am a whole five minutes younger than you Benjamin Miller!" Benny throws up his hands in mock surrender.          "We're gonna have a fire tomorrow," he says, "Pope and Fish are gonna be there. You should come."

         Things change, but some things stay exactly the same. Will is telling embarrassing Benny stories, like the time he caught the curtains on fire using a lighter and hairspray to kill a spider that Will planted in his room. You've heard this story a million times but the man sitting next to you hasn't. The boys call him Fish but his name is Francisco. I'm Frankie, only my mom calls me Francisco. He has a brilliant smile that turns his eyes into crinkled crescents. Curls peek out form under his ball cap, you find yourself smiling at him, wanting to be near him.          Will's got a pie iron and is using it to make the campfire equivalent of Cinnabon rolls. Cinnamon raisin bread stuffed with marshmallows and toasted over the coals. You've had two of those and several beers and now the fire is low and red and the boys are trading stories. It's getting chilly and the five of you move gradually closer to the fire. Closer to each other. Which is how you end up nestled against Frankie. He curls an arm around you like its the most natural thing in the world.          "You ok?"          "yeah. I'm just cold."            "Hey Ben, can you get the extra blanket out of my truck? It's unlocked."          "Sure, Fish."          The night blurs and the fire grows dimmer. You're not sure how, but you end up draped across Frankie's lap. Your head pillowed on his thigh. Wrapped up in a blanket that smells a little like motor oil and a little like a basement. The boys tell their stories and laugh. At some point the conversation gets softer, regrets and lives lost, but all the while Frankie smooths his hand over the curve of your shoulder up and down, a mindless, soothing motion.

         "Hey." Someone is shaking you, "Hey."          "mmmnnn?"          "My leg's asleep."          “Oh Shit! Sorry." You sit up. The fire is nothing but dim winking embers. Pope and the Miller boys are nowhere to be seen. The sky above is awash in stars, like sugar spilled across black velvet. Frankie stands and does a little hopping dance, trying to get blood-flow back into his leg and you laugh.          "Sorry."          "There's nothing to be sorry for." Frankie offers his hand and pulls you up. "Can I walk you home?"          "It's just across the field." His hand is warm around yours.          "I know."

         You and Frankie stand in the ugly yellow porch light. Moths tick against the hot bulb. All the windows are dark. You've still got his blanket wrapped around yourself like a robe.          "I'd like to see you again," he says.          "You will. I'm not going anywhere. Not for a while anyway." He smiles, lovely and tired, and squeezes your hand, still folded in his. You lean in and kiss his stubbled cheek, right over his dimple.          "Thank you."          "For what?" He asks, his cheeks tinged red, and earlobes rapidly following suit.          "Keeping me warm."          "Any time, princesa."

[subbypeterparker]

Surprise?

Masterlist:

Summary: after having sex Peter tries to set up a bubble bath to surprise you, but somehow fails

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: very brief sexual content at the beginning. mainly fluff (thought I’d switch it up a bit). Peter being a clumsy -but loveable- dumbass.

A/N: This is just a short blurb based of A = Aftercare in a previous post of mine. I hope you enjoy Peter being adorable

^ basically him while he explains what happened

“Fuck!” he moans, finishing inside you, before collapsing beside you.

“Well, didn’t expect you to last that long,” you tease, pulling your sheets to cover your chest.

“Hey, don’t deprive me of the two greatest things in the world,” Peter says, sitting up on one arm to pull the sheets down, exposing your breasts.

No matter how many times he’s seen your boobs, this man is always acts like they’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“There they are!”

“Peter, shut up”

“Fine!” he says in mock hurt, “Wait here, then come in the bathroom in five minutes!”

“What do you have up your sleeve, Parker?” you yell after the naked boy running into your bathroom.

You sit up and pull the covers back up over your chest Peter doesn’t need your boobs now, before reaching over to look on your phone.

You hear the water running, and sigh happily, knowing that your fantastic boyfriend is making a bath for the both of you.

You hear something fall in the bathtub, followed by a small cry of “shit!”

The water turns off, and a few seconds later, your butt-naked boyfriend comes running out of the bathroom. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t distract you from your phone.

He scurries past your bed, goes to your bedside table, pulls out the book you’re reading this week, and runs back into the bathroom.

“Gonna deprive me of looking at your ass, Parker?” you taunt.

“Shut it Y/n!” he yells, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

After a few seconds, you hear a quiet “love you” coming from behind the closed door.

The water begins to run again, and you hear him drop something else in the water.

“Peter, if you dropped my book in the bath, you’re buying me a new one,” you say, putting on your his shirt and underwear.

You can hear his frantic movements behind the door, and his heavy breathing. What the hell is he doing in there? It’s a bath.

You hear the water running again, and yet another noise as he drops something else in the tub.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, if you drop one more fucking thing in that bathtub, I am kicking down the door!”

“You’re not strong enough,” he rudely says.

“Ok, I’m fucking coming in now, because what the fuck, that was so fucking uncalled for, and…what…the fuck happened here?”

Standing in front of you was your still naked boyfriend, holding a bottle of bubble bath soap and you book, while the bathtub behind him was overflowing with bubbles all over the floor. Littered on every flat surface of the bathroom were candles where the hell did he get a lighter?

“Surprise?” Peter timidly says.

“What the hell did you do?” you avoid the large pile of bubbles on the floor to turn off the tap, and walk up to your boyfriend.

“Nat told me that girls love when guys do romantic baths and stuff, and since sometimes after we have sex, we have baths, I wanted to make it better than we usually do, so I added bubbles and candles and I even brought your book so you’d read in here, and then I dropped three bottles of soap into the tub, and then the bubbles sort of expanded a lot, and I’m sorry I messed up I was just trying to be romantic, and-”

You cut his rambling off by kissing him, and cradling his face. His arms drop to your hips, and he pulls you in.

“This is perfect Peter, thank you”

“But..I dropped all the bubble bath we had, and now it’s all over the floor”

“We can clean it up. Right now I just want to show how much I love you,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Really?”

“Of course, you dumbass”

“Uncalled for Y/n”

“Sorry spidey,” you kiss his nose again. “We should probably drain the tub and go to bed.”

“Yeah I guess…” he says, watching you bend down to pull the stop out, and begin blowing the candles out.

“What’s wrong Parker?”

“We might need to buy new soap…like right now!”

“Why….” you ask, blowing out the last candle, before turning to look at your very guilty boyfriend.

“I may have stolen it from Sam…”

“SPIDER BOY I WILL RIP DOWN THIS FUCKING DOOR IF I FIND OUT YOU STOLE MY BUBBLE SOAP,” you hear pounding on the door to your room.

“It’s just a bubble bath!” you say.

“Its the only thing keeping me sane between missions, and needing to babysit you two kids!!”

“*Gasp* We’re 19! We’re not kids!” Peter whispers in your ear.

“Shh,” you shush him, “Sam, we’ll buy it tomorrow. Go to bed!” you yell.

“Fine! But if I can’t get my bubble bath my tomorrow night, I’m killing you both!”

“Deal! Goodnight!” Peter yells.

“Goodnight, lovebirds!” he yells, walking down the hall.

“Do you think the reason he always calls us lovebirds is cause he’s a bird?” Peter asks you.

“Yeah, he’s explained that to Cap like a million times”

“Bit narcissistic, but ok…”

“Peter, you own five pairs of spider-man boxers, and three pyjama sets.”

“Hmph,” was all that came out of your boyfriends mouth.

By now the water had drained, and the soap on the floor had turned into a watery mess that you laid towels on. Now that that was taken care of, there was something else on Peters mind: you in his shirt, and small panties.

Now there was another problem for Peter to take care of boner alert.

“Y/n,” he says, grabbing your waist, “since we have all night to get through before needing to buy soap, what do you say we continue what we were doing before…”

“Hmmm, deal, lover boy,” you say, before kissing your beloved boyfriend, and lightly pushing him out the bathroom, and towards your bed.

—

A/N 2.0: Not sure how I feel about this. Probably gonna redo it in a few weeks, when I’m gonna think this is bad.

[qworflordking]

Chrollo/Reader Imagine: Headcanon Delight

Chrollo Lucilfer as a 4chan poster

As a young lad, Chrollo frequented /a/, with great dreams of founding his own fandub group. The innocent child would only be routinely mocked and chased off the board for claiming dubs > subs. How were they to know how many of Meteor City's children were illiterate? All he wanted was to share it with his friends...

Depressed and embittered by the rude anons, Chrollo went down a dark path of despair... and yet, fascinated as he is by the darkness of the human soul, he remained hooked on the site.

Today, Chrollo posts elegant, if slightly incoherent, screeds of the vilest shit you've ever read in your life.

His /pol/ threads are so bad they're actually deleted, only for him to promptly repost them on /x/ or /int/.

Chrollo tends to get overly involved with the ensuing debates, often reading replies aloud to you. "This ESL frog-poster is mocking me for posting from my cell phone," he tells you, shoving his phone in your face. "Not even bothering to engage with any of the points I've raised. How am I supposed to debate anon, when he refuses to offer proper reply?"

You're well aware that the frog-poster is Feitan, who haunts Chrollo's every thread to troll him relentlessly, but you would never tell Chrollo this. He's half-convinced it's Hisoka, but the clown only wishes he knew of Chrollo's dark web secrets.

"You could assume his race and call him a slur?" you offer.

Chrollo stares at you, dumbfounded. "Y/N, I'm not racist, and I refuse to let my arguments be tainted with slurs."

He says he's not racist, and yet you can see he's put the word Kurta in triple parentheses. "I don't know, Chrollo," you tell him. "I don't think that site is healthy for you."

"You unironically consume soy products," Chrollo tells you in disgust. "Yet you presume to lecture me on health. Interesting." He goes back to his phone, tapping furiously. You peek over his shoulder to see him typing out, in grisly detail, his exact plans to murder the frogposter along with his family and curse anon to the tenth generation - which you're not sure how he'll manage if the whole family is dead - struggle with the catchpa, hit post, and then wait for the update.

"Nice copypasta," Feitan's replied, coupled with an image of a rare Pepe indeed, modified to resemble Prince Benjamin in a Make Kakin Great Again hat. "Kill yourself."