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callsign-dexter · 10 months ago

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Dr. Uncle Will

Request: Hey I loved your most recent Connor Rhodes x sister!reader!!! Could you write a littlest Halstead one where she gets sick and Jay has to call Will for help?

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sickness

Littlest Halstead

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Jay Halstead was a great father to you, Y/N Halstead, and if you asked anyone if he was a good dad they would say that he's not just a good dad but a great dad. He has loved you ever since you were born and he thought he could spot anything since he was a detective but he was wrong and he found that out one night. He was also a great husband to your mother, Maria Valentina Dawson, a Dawson sibling. Jay and Maria loved each other since high school and were so excited to have you.

You were sick. You just felt run down and just overall felt like shit, especially when it came to playing your favorite sport, softball. Recently your entire 5th grade class had been going through a round of sickness. Some had the flu, some had a viral infection, and some just had a cold. You were lucky enough not to get anything until last week.

Jay had been busy with a case that he admits that he wasn't paying as close attention as he normally did and your mom had just went to a medical conference in Atlanta having left Saturday. Even though he wasn't paying as much attention he did pick up some stuff like your lack of wanting to eat and you being really cuddly towards him, a movement that you only did when you were sick or getting sick. He wasn't concerned enough to call your uncle, Will Halstead, just yet but that would all change tonight.

You started to feel sick one Monday morning and it just progressed from there. Jay was in the kitchen preparing for his day at work and preparing your lunch for the day. He looked down at his watch and smiled when he saw that it would soon be time for your footsteps to start padding down the hallway. A few minutes went by and no sign from you which made him frown. “Wonder what the holdup is?” He asked himself as he put down what he was doing and walked to your room. He gently knocked on the door and usually he would get a response but he didn't. “Y/N/N it's time to get up for school.” He said using a soothing fatherly tone as he opened the door.

“Daddy?” You asked lazily looking up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows that's not like you.

“It's me, Baby Girl. It's time to get up.” He said coming to sit by you on your bed and just like a magnet you curled into him. He didn't think much of it, he just thought you wanted to be near him. “Are you ok?” He asked as he cuddled you and you nodded, you didn't want to inconvenience him.

“Yea I'm fine.” You lied easily. He didn't look convinced but went with it.

“Ok. We need to leave in 10 minutes so you need to get up and get ready.” He said and you nodded. He bent down and kissed your head and hugged you then he was getting up and leaving. Once he was gone you were sluggish to get up. It was like your movements were in slow motion and everything hurt but you powered through it. The time you got to the kitchen your father was already packing your lunch in your lunch box and grabbing your bag and waited by the front door. “Khloe and her mom are taking you to practice and I will pick you up after ball.” He said as he handed you some breakfast and your water bottle.

“Ok.” You said as you slipped on your shoes and then your backpack and took the lunch box from him. He nodded and then the both of you were out the door.

Once outside and in his truck that you loved so much you settled into the passenger seat and got comfortable. As you started to move you started to feel better and your dad picked up on this so the concern, he had this morning went out the window. You ate all your breakfast sandwich that your dad made that you loved and drank some of your water. He was really a good cook even though he doesn't like to admit it. The truck ride was filled with low music and quiet laughter and smiles. You definitely felt better after eating something. He pulled up to the school and parked and you got ready to get out. “Remember Khloe is taking you to practice and I will be picking you up.” He said and you nodded.

“Got it, Dad.” You added smiling and he smiled and nodded then you were getting out and opening the backdoor to grab your softball gear.

“I love you.” He said as he looked back at you.

“I love you too.” You said and then closed the door. He made sure you were in the school before driving off. You sighed preparing yourself to start the long boring day and the dreaded practice.

Throughout the school day you were back to feeling sluggish and your nose started to run. You also just wanted to lay down on something cold and take a nap. “Ms. Halstead, are you feeling, ok?” Mrs. Jean asked while everyone was at recess, you had been staying close to the bleachers and the students, which wasn't like you, you took a minute to respond but you nodded your head. She came over to you and sat next to you. It took a minute for you to notice she was there and you turned to look at her.

“I'm ok.” You said in a quiet voice.

“You look a little pale. Why don't you head to the nurse to lay down?” She asked in a concerning motherly tone; she did have 4 kids of her own. You shook your head.

“I'm really ok.” You said and she smiled softly at you.

“Ok. I won't push you. If you start feeling worse let me know and you can go to the nurse.” She said and you nodded at her and then she got up and left.

Lunch came and you didn’t feel like eating so you hardly ate anything. You left the rest in the lunchbox and went on with your day. The rest of the day you just dragged throughout the day not having the energy to do anything. When it came to gym class Mrs. Link let you set out because she could see how much you were struggling today. By the end of the day, you were feeling worse and you just wanted your dad but first you needed to get through softball practice.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Khloe asked as she came up to you with her bag and gear. You looked at her smiling and nodded.

“Yea, I’m ready.” You said and she smiled and the two of you walked out. You grabbed your water bottle and downed half of it as you got to her mom’s car. Drinking something helped so you weren’t too concerned.

“Good afternoon, girls. Did you have a good day at school?” Khloe’s mom asked.

“It was alright.” You said and she frowned.

“You look a little pale my dear. Are you feeling, ok?” She asked as she looked at you.

“She hasn’t been feeling good since this morning.” Khloe said and you elbowed her. “What? I could see it when you walked in and didn’t say hi to me.” She said and you huffed and sunk into the seat. Her mother nodded but you knew she was still concerned. The car ride to the field was filled with car music and Khloe and her mom talking and laughing. You would comment when needed but you were just trying not to throw up. When you arrived at the field all three of you got out. You and Khloe grabbed your gear and you your backpack and walked over to the dugout and started to get ready.

You went through the motions of practice not really putting in the effort and everyone could see that which is why you had gotten pulled over to the side by Coach Ludgate. “Sweetie, are you feeling, ok?” She asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes.” You said and she looked at you in a concerned fatherly look. “No.” You admitted and he smiled softly at you and nodded.

“I can tell. You’re red in the face and you look pale. You also don’t seem as energetic as other times. Why don’t you go sit in the dugout out of the sun and cool off? Can’t have my best player collapsing on me.” He said smiling and you smiled back and walked sluggishly back to the dugout and laid down on the bench and closed your eyes. You don’t know how long you had your eyes closed but you then felt something cool being draped over your head. Your eyes shot open quickly and you came face to face with your dad.

“Dad?” You asked and he smiled, running a hand through your hair.

“Hey, Baby Girl. Thought I would come early and watch you practice. When I asked where you were they led me here.” He said and tears welled up in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you sat up.

“I don't feel good.” You said quietly and he nodded, smiling softly.

“Let’s get you home. How long have you been feeling this way?” He asked

“Since this morning.” You said as you got up and grabbed your stuff and he nodded. He turned to look at your coach and he nodded and so the two of you made your way to his car and then home.

“Why didn't you let me know?” He asked as he threw your bags into the backseat.

“You were busy and I didn't want to disturb you or put more on your plate because you had a sick kid.” You said and his heart broke. For such a young kid you were smart and very generous of people's feelings.

“I would do anything for you.” He said and you nodded and sank into the cool leather of his truck. The ride home was quiet and uneventful; you had actually closed your eyes and fallen asleep. The music was down low so as to not disturb you. Jay was beating himself up, he should've seen the signs, he should've asked questions, he's a detective he should be able to pick up on things especially when it came to his own daughter. But you were just like him and you hid a lot of things well and you didn't let emotions show. By the time you got to the apartment you were out. He parked the truck and turned off the ignition. He sighed “Looks like I’ll be carrying you.” He said, chuckling to himself. He opened his door and got out then went over to the passenger side first grabbing your backpack and slung it over his shoulder and then he quietly shut the door and opened the passenger door. He quickly worked to get you unbuckled and then he picked you up, you threw your arms around him out of habit and buried your head into his neck. The moment your head touched his skin he knew how sick you were. You were warm despite having the ac blowing in the truck. As he situated you in his arms, he shut the door and locked it and started to head to the building.

“Good afternoon, Jay. I see you have a sleepy one.” Mrs. Mueller Quell, your elderly neighbor, and Jay smiled and nodded.

“Yea, she's not feeling good at the moment. Going to get her settled.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“You should make her your famous chicken noodle soup. I know me and Grant love it.” She said

“I just might do that. We'll see you later.” He said and she smiled.

“If you need anything let us know. We've taken care of a few sick kids.” She said as she began to walk away to the mailroom.

“I will be.” He said as he got onto the elevator and pressed the button for the correct floor. He was amazed that you had slept through that interaction. As the elevator went up and eventually dinged, he walked out. In just a few quick long strides he was arriving at the door. He skillfully got his key out and unlocked it making sure to quietly shut it as he walked in. He sat your bag down and kicked off his shoes. He walked over to the couch and gently set you down but you had a grip on him like no other and he chuckled. He gently pried your grip apart and then laid you down, took your shoes off, then covered you up with a light thin blanket. He went into the kitchen to grab the children's Tylenol and pulled up the right dose and walked back into the living room. He hated to wake you up but he needed you to take it. “Baby Girl, can you wake up and take this for me? I promise you can go back to sleep.” He said as you opened your eyes and took the medicine and went directly back to sleep. He walked into the kitchen and put the now dirty cup in the sink. He then went to your backpack and there he sat your shoes down. He picked up your backpack and set it on the table and started to unpack it. At first it was all normal and he saw all the work that was sent home but everything was done and he smiled. You always finished your homework early; he had asked why and you responded casually saying that if you got it done early you could have more play time. He was shocked but he understood it and it was actually smart. As he was going through your backpack his phone started to ring. The shrill of the ringer was loud and he was quick to take it out of his pocket and answer it without looking at it just to get it to stop ringing and not wake you up.

“Detective Jay Halstead.” He said quickly.

“Well hello Detective Jay Halstead.” Hailey’s voice came through with a chuckle.

“Sorry, Hails. I didn't look at my phone. What's up?” He asked

“I just wanted to see if you and Y/N wanted to go out to a movie and ice cream.” She said and he smiled at that and looked over at you still sleeping. He became Hailey's partner when you were 9 years old and had just turned 10 years old. Every chance she got she was spending time with you, Jay, and your mom.

“We're going to have to take a rain check on that. She's not feeling all that great. Didn't even practice at softball.” He said

“Oh man she must be bad off. That's not like her. She loves the sport.” She said

“Yeah, she does.” He said, chuckling.

“I could pick some stuff up and come over.” She offered

“I would like that and she would too. She's asleep right now.” He said

“Anything specific you need?” She asked

“I think I'm out of children's Tylenol, just gave her the last dose, and cold medicine, do you mind getting that?” He asked

“Not at all! I'll be over there soon.” She said

“Thank you.” Jay said

“Anything for my partner and his lovely daughter.” She replied and he smiled and chuckled and then they were both hanging up the phone.

When Jay got your lunch box, he pulled it out and opened and was shocked that there was most of your lunch still left. You love your food and would take any chance to eat it. All this just told him how sick you were. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said, sighing. He got all of the stuff out and put the items that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge.

“Daddy?” You asked sitting up and he was over to you in a matter of seconds bending down in front of you.

“Hey, Baby Girl. What's wrong?” He asked and you looked at him. Your eyes weren't as bright as they usually are and you overall just didn't look great.

“I'm hungry. Want momma.” You said and he smiled and ran a hand through your sweat soaked hair.

“Do you want some soup and crackers?” He asked and you nodded. "Momma is in Alanta at a work conference." He added and you nodded.

“Oh, that's right. Please I want crackers.” You said and he smiled and nodded. He had taught you to be polite from a young age. Before he left, he grabbed the remote and handed it to you. You turned it on and turned on Disney+ and turned on Wizards of Waverly Place. You settled in as Jay went to the kitchen to see what soup he had on hand in the meantime. He grabbed the saltine crackers and then some canned chicken and noodle soup. He would have to go to the grocery later, he would've had Hailey pick it up but there was more he needed to get and he didn't want her to pay for his groceries. He quickly got to work on getting your food ready and when it was, he brought it into the living room and you sluggishly sat up and he could see this. He sat down and then gave it to you. You instantly cuddled into his side.

“Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded and then started to eat. You ate about half of it and 3 crackers before you were handing it back to him and he was sitting it on the coffee table in front of you, you snuggled into him and he instantly cuddled you. As he sat there with you, he could hear now that you had become congested, he brought a hand to your forehead and frowned you were warmer than you were when he got you out of the truck. “You really don’t feel good do you, Baby Girl?” He asked as you snuggled into him more.

“No.” You said in a quiet voice and his heart broke. He kissed the top of your head.

“Hailey is on her way over with some medicine.” He said and you nodded but continued to snuggle into your father. It wasn’t 2 minutes later that there was a knock on the door and he was getting up to answer it but not without you whimpering out for him. “I’ll be right back. I promise. Hailey is here.” He said and you nodded and you let him get up but as he stood up and second later you were standing up and tucking yourself into his side.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You whined, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill and a sniffle from you being sick and the tears.

“Ok ok you don’t have to.” He said as he picked you up and walked towards the door. You snuggled into him and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs locked around his waist. Yup you were definitely sick you were being super clingy. He got to the door and unlocked it then opened it and there stood his girlfriend/partner with bags of medicine and a cup holder filled with three drinks, milkshakes to be exact.

“Hey you two.” Hailey said and Jay smiled but you had already fallen asleep.

“Hey.” Jay said and leaned in to kiss her and she ran a hand through your hair. “I think she is asleep.” He said chuckling and she nodded in agreement.

“Well, she can have her milkshake later. I thought something cold would be nice.” Hailey said and Jay smiled as he led her in.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said

“I wanted to. I love her like she is my own.” Hailey said having not seen his face since her back was turned to him as she put things away and your milkshake in the freezer.

“I can’t even begin on how to thank you.” Jay said and she shook her head.

“No need.” She replied as she turned around to look at Jay holding you and she practically melted right then and there.

“I’m going to try and go put her down. Then I will be right back out.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Take your time.” She said and he nodded and turned heading to your room. Jay walked down the hallway into your room he walked you to your bed and started to gently lay you down and you whimpered.

“No.” You whined as he laid you down and sat on the side of the bed.

“You’ll be much more comfortable here than on me. I promise. I’ll be in the living room with Hailey so I’ll be able to hear you if you call. Ok?” He asked and you looked at him tiredly and nodded.

“Ok. Tell her I said hi.” You said and it ended with a cough and he smiled as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I will. Now get some rest.” He said leaning up and kissing you on your sweaty hot forehead.

“Ok.” You whispered as your eyes closed and you were out like a light. He tucked you in and gave you your favorite stuffed animal and headed out of your room making sure to crack the door slightly. He looked at you one more time and then he was walking back to the living room.

“How is she?” Hailey asked

“She’s warmer than normal and she coughed which was new. She ate about half of her soup and 3 crackers before she was putting it down and snuggling into me before you got here.” Jay said

“What do you think it could be?” She asked and he shrugged.

“It could be anything. There has been some sickness going around her class but honestly don’t know.” Jay said as he grabbed your half-eaten soup and package of crackers into the kitchen. He put the bowl in the sink and the crackers back in the cabinet then he walked back into the living room, Hailey handed him his milkshake “Thank you.” He said and sat down and turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, a cop show that your parents and Hailey were watching together, your mom would catch up while she was away. They probably got about 3 hours into it, it was 8 PM, before you started to cough more and more and that concerned him. He had decided that he wouldn’t be going into work tomorrow and had let Voight know beforehand and he gave his approval saying family came first. “I’m going to check on her.” He said as he paused the show and Hailey nodded and sat up for him to go to your room. As he was walking to your room you started to cough more and more. He walked into the room and you were still sound asleep but coughing a really deep cough. He walked over and sat down on your bed and rubbed you back as you were turned onto your stomach. “Baby Girl.” He said and started to wake you up and all he got was a cough that he could feel wracking your body. “Hey, wake up.” He said as he started to pick you up and you snuggled into him.

“Daddy?” You asked followed by a cough.

“Yea, it's me. Hey, do you want to come into the living room with us? You coughing is worrying me.” He said and you looked at him and your eyes weren’t as bright as they were when you weren’t sick.

“Yea.” You said followed by a cough and he nodded and then he picked you up and took you into the living room. He was quick to dim the lights until it was semi-dark and Hailey was already making a spot for you between them. “Hi.” You said when you spotted her but it wasn’t as energized as before.

“Hi Sweetie.” She said with a smile as Jay sat down then he disappeared to grab more children’s Tylenol and come back in. He sat down on the other side of you and you somehow ended up more on him. “I heard you weren’t feeling good.” She said and ran a hand through your hair and you nodded snuggling more into your father and she smiled “I brought you a milkshake. Do you want it?” She asked and you looked up at your dad and he looked down at you and you nodded. You looked over at her and she could see the nonexistent light.

“Please.” You said and she smiled and got up and went into the kitchen to grab the milkshake. She put it in the microwave to soften it slightly and then walked back into the living room and handed it to you as she sat down. You took it but you were shaking and that concerned them both. Whatever you had zapped the energy out of you. “Thank you.” You said and took a sip of it and she smiled.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie.” She said

“Here, take this and wash it down with the milkshake.” Jay said and you nodded and said what you were told. Then they were turning their attention back to the TV as Jay pressed play. You watched it but didn’t pay any attention to it, not even finishing your milkshake. You were falling back to sleep and he was taking the cup out of your hands and putting it on the side table.

“She only drank half of it. She’s definitely not feeling well.” Jay said as you let out a cough.

“I hope she feels better soon. I hate seeing her like this.” Hailey said and Jay nodded.

“Me too.” He said

Around an hour later Jay was putting you back into your bed and he was bye to Hailey and he was heading off to get ready for bed and when they were done, they slid in and fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep. You coughed and coughed throughout the night and it seemed like it got worse when you were laying down. Jay being your parent had parent ears on all the time and they never turned off so when you stopped coughing during the night he was instantly awake and sitting up. He walked into the room and he was instantly kneeling by your bedside and he could see you breathing and he sighed but he wanted to wake you up just in case. “Y/N. Baby Girl. Can you wake up for me?” He asked as he petted your hair and you let out a cough and slowly cracked your eyes as best as you could but they were almost like caked shut and he could see that. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said as he started to take the goop away from your eyes. As you started coughing again you started wheezing and that brought a new worry to your father that was new. It was time to call Will. “Come here.” He said picking you up and taking you into his bedroom and laid you down on his bed while he picked up his phone and unlocked it and pulled up his brother’s contact information and pressing call.

“Jay? It’s 4 in the morning. Everything ok?” Will asked, voice full asleep.

“I’m sorry for waking you up but no everything isn’t ok. Y/N is sick and at first, I could handle it but then she started coughing and just a little bit ago she stopped and now her eyes are filled with goop and she is wheezing. I don't want to bother her mom.” Jay explained keeping watch over as you slept and wheezed.

“Has she been running a temperature?” Will asked

“She’s been running hot ever since I picked her up from softball practice where she was lying on the bench.” Jay said

“She didn’t even practice?” Will asked

“No, she was pale and sweaty and red in the face.” He replied

“Oh, damn she must be really sick. Go get a thermometer and take her temperature and tell me what it is.” Will said and Jay did just that. “Have you given her any medication?” He asked.

“No, not recently.” Jay said as he walked into this bathroom to retrieve one of many thermometers. “She had a dose of children's Tylenol when we got home and then at 8 PM.” Jay said as he grabbed it and then walked back into the bedroom. “Alright, I'm taking her temperature now.” He said and put it in your ear and you didn't move you were so sick you didn't even care.

“Has she thrown up any?” Will asked, already getting out of bed and getting ready to head over to the other Halstead household.

“No.” Jay said as the thermometer beeped. “102.2.” He read it out loud.

“It should've gone down with the children's Tylenol.” Will said, worrying about his one and only niece. “Let me hear her.” He said and Jay put the phone on speaker and put it next to you. You coughed and started to wheeze and Will sighed. “Let me grab some stuff from the hospital and I'll be right over.” Will said.

“Ok.” Jay said “We'll see you soon.” He said and then they both were hanging up the phone. Jay was worried and now Will was worried. He hated waking his brother up after he worked a 24-hr. shift but he didn't know what to do. Jay laid down next to you and shut his eyes.

30 minutes went by and he was jerking awake by a knock on the door and he was making sure you were breathing before he got up. He was surprised you didn’t wake up to the knock because you were such a light sleeper much like him. You coughed and were still wheezing and that broke his heart. He was quick to get to the door and open it to reveal his brother. “Hey, how is she?” Will asked as he walked in and Jay closed the door.

“Still wheezing and coughing.” He said as he led Will to his bedroom.

“Has she had anything to eat?” His brother asked and he nodded.

“Half a bowl of soup, 3 crackers, and half a milkshake.” Jay replied

“Normally she would eat everything. She has a fast metabolism.” Will said as they walked into the bedroom and you were in the middle of bed.

“That’s what I’m worried about. What did you have to get?” Jay asked

“I went and got a nebulizer with some medicine that will help with the wheezing and hopefully it’ll help with the cough as well.” He said

“What do we do about the coughing?” Jay asked as he stood arms crossed watching you and Will was looking at him.

“You need to be careful not to suppress a productive cough too much, unless it's keeping her from getting enough rest. Coughing can be useful, it can help clear the throat and airway of germs, mucus and dust. If it doesn't go away or comes with other symptoms like shortness of breath, mucus production or bloody phlegm then that could be the sign of a more serious medical problem and would need to be addressed.” Will said giving out medical information easily and keeping it to where Jay could understand it. Jay nodded glad to have a doctor for a brother.

“What should we do first?” Jay asked

“I wanna assess her and then go from there and that means unfortunately waking her up.” Will said and Jay said and nodded and went and sat down on the bed and began to wake you up. When you were awake and looked at him confused you then spotted Will and gave him a weak smile and he sadly smiled back at you. He could tell right away that you didn’t feel good. He approached you and sat on the other side of the bed. “Hey, Kiddo. I heard you weren’t feeling good.” He said in a sympathetic voice he used for his younger patients. You shook your head and cuddled into your father.

“Yea.” You said in a quiet voice and that wasn’t like you. You then coughed and coughed until you started gagging. Will was quick to grab the empty trash can by the nightstand and thrust it under just in time for you to expel everything in your stomach, which wasn’t much. Jay held your hair and rubbed your back.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl. Let it all out.” He said and once you were dry heaving you practically collapsed into your father exhausted. “That was new.” Jay said and Will sighed he hated seeing you in such a state, you were naturally a strong-willed girl much like your father and to see you dwindle down to nothing saddens him.

“I’m going to listen to you and take a couple of vitals. You don’t have to move from Jay, ok?” He asked

“Ok.” You said in a now hoarse voice. Having no energy you just sat there while Will checked you over, you actually started to fall asleep.

“Is she asleep?” Will asked and Jay looked down at you and your eyes were closed and head resting on his chest.

“She’s asleep.” Jay said, looking back up at his brother.

“She’s really is sick.” Will said and Jay nodded. “I want to get a dose of medicine from the nebulizer in her and I want her to be awake for that but if she falls asleep during it then it should be fine.” Will added and Jay nodded and once again he was waking you up and he felt so bad about it. When you were awake Will explained what the machine was and what it does and he could tell that you were listening but not fully there but enough to understand. He hooked the machine up and put the medicine in and then handed the piece to Jay who put it over your nose and mouth. At first you protested but when you started to feel better and not wheezing you embraced it and leaned into your father and started to fall asleep the brothers talked about whatever came to their mind mostly the recent Jayhawks game. Once the medicine was done, Jay, not having the heart to move you back to your room, tucked you into his bed and then the brothers were heading into the living room.

“How long do you think it’ll be before she gets better?” Jay asked

“I’m thinking and hoping in a couple days but it may take a week or two.” Will said and Jay sighed but nodded. Jay looked at his watch and saw that it was 5 AM. He looked up at his brother.

“I can either make us some coffee or we can try to get some sleep. Guest room is free.” Jay said

“I’m gonna get some sleep and I suggest you do the same.” Will said and Jay smiled.

“You’re the doctor, you know what is best.” Jay said a smile turning into a smirk and Will rolled his eyes but smiled. As they headed for the rooms Jay’s phone pinged and he looked at it. “Her school has been closed due to so many kids sick.” Jay said and Will nodded.

“That’s what needed to happen when all of this started.” Will said and Jay nodded in agreement. They walked into the rooms and Jay got into bed and somehow you sensed he was there because you were cuddling into him. He smiled and cuddled you kissing your head as he was doing so, he noticed that you weren’t wheezing anymore and the coughing had died down. Once he knew you were ok, he let himself relax and eyes closed and he actually fell asleep.

The next morning Jay was waking up and he was expecting you to be next to him but you weren’t and that made him confused until he heard the laughing coming from the kitchen and followed by your cough. He slowly got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen to find you and Will up to now good. “Good morning, Daddy.” You said in a hoarse voice when you spotted him and that made Will look over in his direction.

“Good morning.” Will greeted

“How are you feeling?” Jay asked and you shrugged. He could see your eyes were not as bright.

“Not great but not worse.” You said and coughed deeply and Jay was rushing over to you rubbing your back. After you were done you took a deep breath and nodded.

“You ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m ok.” You said “We decided to make breakfast.” You said and he smiled and kissed your head.

“You’re actually trusting Uncle Will with the kitchen?” Jay joked

“Hey! I can cook.” Will defended

“No, that’s why I’m supervising.” You said throwing a signature Halstead smirk.

“Oh lord, good thing we have Firehouse 51 on speed dial.” Jay said and everyone laughed. The morning was filled with laughter and joking and eating and every now and then your coughs. By the afternoon you were in the middle of them passed out on the couch as they watched a random hockey game. By the end of the day Will had gone back home but he made Jay promise to keep him updated and he stuck to his promise. Throughout the next week you were getting stronger and light was coming back to your eyes. The coughing had subsided. Your school opened back up and Jay went back to work. You were actually able to get through a softball practice.

By week 3 you were back to normal. Your eyes were bright, you were eating like your normal self, and you were energized again. Everyone was currently at your softball game and of course you were winning. “She’s back to her normal self, I see.” Will said and Jay nodded.

“Yeah she is. I’m so glad about it too.” He replied

“She even had me worried.” Hailey said “I never have to worry about her, she is too much like her daddy that she doesn’t need to be worried about.” She added and everyone nodded in agreement. The crowd erupted in a cheer and they looked up in time for you to slide and steal home base to win the game. Everyone cheered and crowded around you. Once everyone cleared out and you grabbed your stuff you walked over to your dad, uncle, and Hailey.

“Great job, Kiddo!” Will said and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, Uncle Will.” You said and hugged him back.

“You did an amazing job, Baby Girl.” Jay said and hugged you after you got done with Will.

“You were amazing out there. I’m so glad you’re back to your normal self.” She said running a hand over her head and you smiled and looked up from your position from hugging your father and smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You said and then you snuggled into your father’s side and looked at Will. “Thank you for being Dr. Uncle Will.” You said and he smiled.

“Anytime, Kiddo. I hate seeing you so down.” He said

“We all do.” Jay said

You hated being sick and being down for so long. You hated not being up and doing something and you got that from your dad honestly. Hopefully you wouldn’t be getting that sick again but you never know what life would throw your way. Next time could be just a 24-hr. bug or it could put you in the hospital, you just never know.

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Falling (in love) | LH44 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x kindergarten teacher!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions food and sickness (fever); single!mom reader; family issues; not been proofread yet; 3k words. ― Summary: When your kid found a new friend in his new school, you did not expect that would mean you would find yourself friends too. And sure enough, you weren't expecting to fall for his friend's uncle.

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A lot of things were unexpected that day.

First, the fact that Lewis was late to pick up his niece, but when he got there she wasn’t throwing a tantrum, quite the opposite. When she saw him she saw him, she came running through the school’s entrance with the biggest smile on her face when just earlier that week she made a fuss to go to class every morning – before and after getting there.

The second was the smallest boy who was right behind her. His backpack swung from side to side, while Wendy ran up front turning every few seconds to giggle at him.

And just when Lewis thought those were the only two unexcepted things, you walked out of the door carrying a few books in your hands and a big bag on your shoulder, calling for Wendy and the smallest boy.

“Uncle Lew!!!” His niece screamed before barreling into his legs and hugging him. He chuckled, bending down to kiss her mop of curls. “Have you met Leo?”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head just as the boy finally reached them.

The kid’s version of a black Jordan and the styled curly hair made Lewis smile, that boy appeared to be around five but was already starring a fashion sense that a few older people hadn’t.

“Leo, you’ll give me a heart attack one of these days. You can’t go out running like this, honey,” your voice carried a serious but sweet tone simultaneously.

Lewis’ eyes found you standing a few feet away, curly hair clipped away from your face by a few strands, a pencil skirt, and a cream blouse. The folder and books in your arms gave him a hint of what you were doing there, and his silent guess turned out to be true when Wendy turned with a toothless grin and introduced you: “This is Miss Yn, our new teacher!” She took a step to stand beside you looking up with a beaming face that reflected yours. “And this is Leonard, her son, my new classmate. They’re new here, can we introduce the city to them like we did with Jackie and Uncle Toto? Also, can we have playdates later? Can we go to the park? Can we–”

****

“Mamma, I don’t wanna eat,” Leo held his hands behind his back giving you his best puppy eyes and you chuckled.

“How about you try a few bites and then go play with Dee, huh?”

“Yeah, champ, you gotta make your body strong so you can run as fast as you can,” Lewis tried, already cutting a sandwich in half for Wendy. “Have you ever tried vegan sandwiches?” He asked and Leo shook his head.

“I don’t like lettuce, mamma does though,” he shared, pointing his small finger at you.

“What do you mean you don’t like lettuce? Lettuce is exactly what makes us run even faster, it gives us tons of energy!”

“It does?” the curly-haired boy asked, hands now on the side of his body and curious eyes watching the food in Lewis’ hands.

“Yeah, I eat it all the time so I can drive my car in endless circles.”

You smiled watching the interaction.

“How about you have a bite? You don’t have to eat it all, just a bite. But I bet you will want to finish it. This one has so many things that make us bigger and stronger.”

“Strong like you?” his big brown eyes now looking at Lewis’ biceps, and you chuckled at your kid's face when the driver curled his arms and flexed his muscles.

“Yeah, strong just like me!”

****

“They truly made a bond in a short time, huh?” You commented.

“Guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Lewis bumped your shoulder with his and you smiled. You wouldn’t lie that the prospect of interacting with him more than you did the last week wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“Neither am I.”

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formosusiniquis · 1 year ago

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my @steddiesummerexchange gift fic for @oh-stars! I was so excited to work on this prompt: penpals through childhood until they both graduate -- road trip to meet one another in person. Epistolary fics are always a favorite of mine. oh-stars is such a brilliant writer and bright spot in the fandom, I was excited to be able to write a little something for her, I hope you like it!

October 13, 1976 Dear Eddie,

Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess.

She said she wasn’t gonna read these before she sent them off, just that she was gonna make sure they were a page front and back like they were supposed to be. But I don’t really believe her. So I guess I should actually write this right.

Hi Eddie. My name is Steve Harrington. I’m 10 years old because I got put in Kindergarten late cause my parents were too busy in wherever my dad does his business stuff and my au pair -- that’s fancy for babysitter who lives in your house -- couldn’t do it. My birthday is in September, almost at the end (the 27th), so I guess that’s why it was okay. When’s your birthday (Mrs. Simpson says a friendly letter is supposed to ask questions.)

My favorite things are yellow and sports. I’m the best at red rover and kickball, Tommy says it's cause I’m the oldest and biggest in our class but he’s a sore loser and couldn’t even break through the girl side of the red rover line. Do you play games? Mrs. Simpson talks about your Hawkins like it’s on a different planet but you’re just in Kentucky. It’s right across the river. I’ve been there a couple times when Dad likes me and we’ll go watch Louisville play basketball. Basketball is my favorite sport but the only outside court is at the park and the big teenagers are always on it.

When you write back you can tell me what sports and games you like. Does your Dad ever bring you to Indiana to watch stuff? The Pacers only played okay last season and they lost to Kentucky in the playoffs. Is that who you root for?

Oh and I’m supposed to ask you about school since this is like homework. I kinda already did that at the beginning, remember. Do you like English or something? Is that why you asked for extra work? Or was your pen pal last year just a super dud?

That’s front and back now.

Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington

October 25, 1976 Dear Steve,

First of all I didn’t ask to have to write a letter to some fourth grader. I was told because I’m the only kid who didn’t do it last year that I had to be your partner. I do like English but extra work isn’t fun for anybody. I’ve never had a pen pal before so you’re the best and the worst one I’ve ever had. Are teachers allowed to call people dumb at your school? Mine just look at me like a really weird bug on the road or something.

Your teacher sounds like a real pain in the side, that’s what my Uncle Wayne would say. I think it’s cause he’s pretending he doesn’t know the word bitch. She talks about this Hawkins like it’s on another planet because it’s in the Appalachian Mountains and people think everyone here is stupid and marries their cousins.

Some of them are stupid but they would be like that anywhere it’s not because they live out here.

I’m actually from Lexington though so it isn’t even my Hawkins, but my Uncle Wayne lives here and he has to watch me for a little while.

You didn’t really ask me anything good about myself. I’m Eddie Munson, I’m going to be 11 when it’s my birthday this year (Halloween the coolest birthday cause everyone gives you candy). Red and black are my favorite colors. I don’t like any sports at all, they’re all stupid but everyone knows about basketball here, it's more important than church. Everywhere has games but when you get to fifth grade you learn which ones are for babies.

I like imagination games the best cause then I don’t have to worry about anyone else playing with me. There’s lots of woods here so I can go in them and hunt monsters or dragons or be an elf like in my favorite books.

Wayne’s looking over my shoulder and says I’m supposed to ask you a question. So what’s your favorite book? Do you like fantasy, that’s my favorite but the science fiction stuff with aliens is cool too.

I know you asked about my dad but since I live with Wayne I’m gonna use him instead. He hasn’t ever taken me to Indiana cause “his truck weren’t meant to leave these hills” whatever that means. He said he roots for The Colonels but he wishes your Pacers luck this season. What’s a Pacer anyway?

Do I have to ask you about school too? I don’t think this is homework for me more like extra credit. If you don’t like English what do you like? Don’t say recess or lunch those are cheating answers.

Not your friend either, Eddie Munson

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It Takes Time || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Request - Maybe where you're Iceman's daughter and assisting Maverick with teaching the daggers and everyone's respecting you. But due to everything in him telling him to not do it, Bradley Bradshaw falls for you and you resist him... Read Rest Here

A/N: 3 x 1 – the three times you and Bradley nearly cross the line and the one time you do. Changed up the request a bit, hopefully you don’t hate it. I love a good comfort, especially when its Bradley Bradshaw.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 4.5k +

One – The Meeting

“And your teachers for this mission, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, and Captain Y/N “Sunny” Kazansky.” Cyclone introduced the two of you. Your father had called in a favor and got you stationed back at Top Gun out to help your fathers longtime friend out. Mav was like an uncle to you at this point. With your recent promotion to Captain, it was time to test the waters out as a more senior leader anyway.

You heard the murmurs. You were sure they were all curious as to who the two of you were. They all likely knew about Mav. You’d flown under the radar as much as possible. Your eyes darted around the room until they landed, and stayed, on the handsome looking brown curly haired pilot with doe eyes who was staring right at you. You subtly looked back at Maverick careful not to look back at the unashamed pilot. He, however, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He’d heard about you. Just as ruthless as your father in the sky but as sweet as could be on the ground, hence your callsign Sunny. You’d all but managed to draw his attention away from Maverick, the man he swore he would hate for as long as he lived.

What Bradley wasn’t expecting was your sheer beauty as you stood next to Mav. You’d moved up through the Naval rankings quickly and everybody talked about that, but nobody had mentioned just how fucking pretty you were. Sure, he’d seen pictures, but you’d always been covered by a helmet or bandana. Now that you were standing him front of him he was at a loss from words. He had a hard time drawing his gaze away from you even as Mav called on him. He gulped knowing he was in grave trouble.

“Captain Kazansky, how’s your father doing?” The blonde pilot sitting towards the front asked before Maverick could get into the spiel he had planned. You cocked your eyes towards the pretty boy. Why was he asking? Did he know your fathers cancer was back and more bitter than ever? Or was the pilot simply just trying to make a name for himself? You knew who he was, but you didn’t know how he acted. That was the only problem with learning about a person through a sheet of paper.

“He’s wonderful. Thanks for asking Lieutenant.” You didn’t give him a smile nor a frown, emotionless. You studied him as he studied you. You saw Mav give you the side eye, a break in your voice indicating that was anything but the truth. Mav decided he wouldn’t push you right now, not when you looked like you were going to break down. Only he could know that though. He’s known you your entire life. He knew your tells. You’d never flown with the pilots in front of you. They were none the wiser to the giveaways. But Mav knew. Admiral Kazansky was not alright. Maybe, just maybe, that’s why he was here.

Mav cleared his throat letting the class know he meant business now. He started his speech with the overdramatic manual throwing. You told him he was being over the top. He clearly disagreed and went with you. He got the reaction from the class that he wanted with that stupid little Maverick smirk spread across his face. While you were watching Mav and thinking of the blonde boy and his angle Bradley had kept his eyes trained on you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Not even with Maverick standing right there next to you. He didn’t seem to matter.

When Mav dismissed the class you hung back waiting for the room to clear. You were doing the coaching and teaching from the ground today while Mav taught in the air. Not paying much attention as you put the chairs back in line you hadn’t noticed Bradley hanging back with you. He wasn’t selected in the first group to go flying so what’d he have to lose? He had time to change and get ready.

“You’re the admiral’s daughter?” He spoke breaking your concentration. He shied away seeing you jump out of your skin.

Spinning around on your heel, you weren’t aware you had an audience, “One of them, yes.” You nodded eyeing him over. Bradley Bradshaw. You knew everybody in the class already. You knew his dad flew with Maverick. You knew he and Mav were in rocky waters right now after Mav pulled his papers all those years ago. You knew so much about him, but he knew nothing of you. It almost felt like you were cheating a bit.

He gave you a curt nod, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Your eyebrow raised at that one, studying him, he’d heard a lot about you huh? You could’ve said the same, for much different reasons. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have a clue though.

He continued on seeing as your curiosity didn’t falter, “People talk. A lot. Especially about the admirals daughter who is actually good. Almost as infamous as Maverick.” His tone of voice changed to one of a bitter man once he referred to his long-lost father figure he’d grown to love throughout the years.

“I’m taking that as a compliment, Bradshaw.” You smiled taking a step towards the much taller man. His picture really didn’t do him justice. While the blonde pilot was pretty, Bradley was strikingly handsome. Exactly your type. You swore off pilots long ago though, you knew who they were through and through. You were one of them. You knew exactly how they thought. How the job came first, the job always came first.

Enjoying his surprised reaction, you simply waited for a reply. He seemed a little tongue tied as you eyed him. You didn’t notice his stuttering as you were taking him in, all of him.

He nodded his head rapidly once your eyes landed back on his, “You should Sunny.”

Two – The Time You Knew You Liked Him

“Whatcha reading there Sunshine?” Bradley’s voice made your eyes tear away from the page quickly. It was your usual lunchtime ritual. Get your stuff and head outside for an hour to eat and read. The only time you could get away from the chaos of the day.

Closing the book you handed it to him, “Pride and Prejudice?” He asked turning the worn-down book in his hand.

You hummed, “My favorite.”

He sat down next to you on the picnic bench you were sitting at, “Why’s that?” He asked genuinely. You were opening up to him and he’d take anything. He wanted to know anything and everything about you. The more he knew the deeper he fell. It was inevitable really.

You thought for a moment before answering, “Because love is messy, fucked up and not always up to just the one you love. It dives into so many different messed up scenarios and navigates through them flawlessly. Lizzie is just, she’s the perfect narrator for her own story.”

He looked awestruck at your answer. He knew you were smart, but you were eons ahead of him. No wonder you’d risen to Captain so quickly. It just made sense. You were truly the whole package. Smart, beautiful, funnier than he could’ve ever thought. He liked you a whole lot and he was on a mission to make you like him just the same.

“Have you read it before?” You asked all too curiously.

He shook his head looking at it, “No, mind if I borrow it after your done?” He didn’t miss a beat. If it was your favorite he was sure as hell going to go stop by the bookstore and pick up a copy on his way home. He’d read the whole damn thing tonight if it meant he’d see that smile tomorrow when he talked about it with you. He was smitten. And he was completely fine with it. You’d managed to do it without even trying too. He knew it was over for him.

Beaming up to him you simply nodded, “Take it. It’s yours to borrow. Treat her well though. I’ve had that copy since college.”

He held it down to his abdomen tightly, “Consider her protected, at all costs.”

You grinned playing along with him, “I expect nothing less B.”

“B?” He cocked his head towards you. He had to admit it sounded damn good rolling off your tongue.

“Yeah, for Bradley. Get it?” You smirked this time playing along with him.

He shook his head while pinching your hip. A small yelp and a shiver of goosebumps erupted from his touch. Damn. Your body was reacting to him now? It might have as well been over for you too.

“Yes Sunny. I get it.” He leaned over whispering in your ear, “And I love the way it sounds coming from you.”

“Fuck off Bradshaw.” You pushed him off biting your lip to stop the smile that was forming.

“Yes Captain.” He just knew how to get right on under your skin didn’t he?

“You’re so annoying.” You laughed loving the time you got to spend with him. He made it so damn easy.

You made it easy for him too, “You love it though.”

“Maybe, just maybe, I do.”

Three – The Moment You Fell In Love With Him

The Lieutenants had just finished up Mavericks bastardized game of football on the beach. You opted on watching from the sidelines, far too much testosterone on the beach for your liking. You couldn’t help but to have your eyes drawn to Bradley’s chiseled frame. God, he was fucking hot, and he knew it. The way he walked around all cocky had you feeling some type of way. Who would’ve thought you’d have a thing for a guy with a cute ass mustache anyway?

“You should really look at somebody else if you didn’t want to make it too obvious Y/N.” Penny smirked walking right on up to you.

A light blush was surely rising on your cheeks, “What are you talking about Penny?” Pursing your lips, you turned your eyes away from his perfectly sweaty body that was literally glistening in the setting sun. Fuck, you were toast.

Her smile was one of a woman who knew more than she was letting on, “Bradley Bradshaw is what I’m talking about Kazansky.” Her cool smirk let you know she knew exactly how you were feeling.

“Am I making it that obvious?” Knowing you weren’t going to be able to talk yourself out of this one you just leaned into it.

She shrugged, “You’ve been eyeing him like a candy bar for the last twenty or so minutes.”

“Can you blame me?” You bit your lip in sheer frustration. Why him? Why a pilot? Why did he have to hate Pete? Why’d it have to be so damn complicated.

A soft laugh came from your longtime family friend. Growing up in San Diego meant that you’d spent your fair share of time with Penny and Amelia. You’d babysat Amelia while you were in high school and she was just a baby.

“He’s not the one I’m looking at.” Wiggling her eyebrows she laughed once more seeing your disgusted face.

“Please don’t talk about Pete like that to me.” A fake gagging noise came from your mouth at the thought

Her laughter continued drawing the attention of Bradley. He grinned seeing you and Penny on the sidelines having your own type of fun. He’d tried relentlessly to get you to join the game, but you were adamant about sitting this one out. Getting trucked by a bunch of six-foot men just didn’t sound super ideal to you.

When you looked back over to him you caught his eyes on you. You flashed him a bright smile while giving him a nervous wave. You’d caught him but he wasn’t looking away, no. No, he was looking right into your damn soul with those eyes. Even from that distance away. You were thankful the sun was out, and you could just blame the blush on the sun.

When Mav blew the final whistle Penny said her goodbyes before finding her boyfriend. Shaking your head and turning away you weren’t expecting Bradley to be right behind you, but here he was. Certainly not shy.

“Bradley,” You laughed off your nerves, “You played well out there.”

He smirked loving the fact that you were watching him, “You think?” He was fishing and he knew it. He loved it when he could break you out of your tiny little shell. He knew he made you nervous, in a good way of course, and he had to figure out how to lean into it. Keep that feeling but calm those nerves just a bit.

Rolling your eyes you shoved his arm playfully, “Yes Bradley. You played great.”

“Thanks honey.” He winked knowing that’d surely throw you for a loop. When your eyebrows raised in sheer confusion he only smiled harder wanting so desperately to grab for a hand but there were far too many prying eyes for that.

“Honey?”

He nodded, “Would you prefer pretty? Darling? My dove?” His smile only grew in size when he saw your scowl.

“Shut up Bradley.” You knew he was messing with you. He always did.

But something was different this time. His tone of voice? The way he looked at you when he spoke? “I’m not kidding Sunny. I won’t call you that if you don’t want me too though.” So Bradley, leaving the choice up to you. Always making sure you were

You spoke far too quickly in response, “I didn’t say that.” It was like word vomit coming out of your mouth.

It made Bradley far too happy, “Alright darling.” He leaned down closer to you making sure nobody was here, “If we were alone right now I’d ask to kiss you. But since we aren’t we’re just going to have to save that for later, yeah?” He was all too sure of himself now. Especially when he saw the way your mouth dropped a little and eyes shot right to him with nothing but lust in them. He’d done it. He’d won you over.

Before you could answer though a much different voice interrupted your conversation, “Hey mister.” A small hand pulled on Bradley’s much larger one. Both of you looked down at the much smaller child.

“Hey kid.” He smiled warmly to the young boy. So easily he shifted his focus away from the heated exchange and to the boy.

“Uhm, can you play with us?” Your heart about melted right then and there. The soft little doe eyes from the small boy got you. The kid motioned to the football in Bradley’s hand afraid he might say no.

You weren’t sure what he was about to say. You wouldn’t blame him if he found some excuse because he was tried, hungry and wanted to cuddle up on the couch with you. But that wasn’t him, no. That wasn’t Bradley at all.

“You betcha.” He smiled down to him, “Go long.” He waited for the kid to sprint off before throwing the ball down the beach towards him.

“Have fun.” You giggled to yourself seeing the happiness in Bradley’s eyes.

“You know it pretty. Wait up for me, yeah? I can drive you home. Go get yourself a beer. I’ll buy it for you.”

You nodded quickly at his suggestion, “You know where I’ll be Bradshaw.” You smiled waving him off as you walked towards The Hard Deck. Oh boy, Penny and Pete were about to have a field day with this one. You were a goner that was for sure. Turning around and watching him run around with a bunch of eight years old’s made your heart swell ten times. Goner for sure.

Four – The Morning Mav Knew There Was Something More

You weren’t really ready to come back. But you had to. Your bereavement time was up and you didn’t have any vacation to spare. Your father was gone, and you had to accept it. The world continued spinning and so did your life. It didn’t make it any easier though. You’d gotten to work and just sat in the room waiting for the class to trickle in. You were there hours early. Sleep was hard to come by these days for you. It’d only been two weeks since he passed. Two weeks on this earth without your dad. It felt far too fucking lonely without him here.

The mission was only a few days away now. You were back in time to see this through. You weren’t ready though. Not in the slightest. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there staring at the white board in front of you before hearing the door open and close.

Not turning towards the sound only looking forward you were surprised hearing Bradley’s voice, “There you are.” Your head snapped up seeing his exasperated gaze, “You weren’t answering your texts or calls. I got worried so I went over to your place. Didn’t see your car so I came here. Had me scared shitless Y/N.” He was frowning as he slipped into the chair next to you.

“I’m sorry Bradley.” You looked down and away from Bradley feeling all too uncomfortable with his upset gaze on you.

He shook his head afraid he upset you, “Are you alright?” He brushed his fingers under your chin turning your head towards him. His lips pursed when he saw the trail of tears falling down your face. Clearly, you weren’t alright.

Despite all that you still nodded your head, “I’m okay.”

His frown only made the tears continue to spill, “Honey.” And that was all it took for the waterworks to commence. Full on sobs racked throughout your body as you let yourself finally breakdown in his arms. He pulled you onto his lap, annoyed by the small seats. Cradling you close he just let you cry it out. He, of all people, knew exactly how this felt. How suddenly empty you felt. Even if you had all the time in the world to prepare. You’d never hear his voice again. See his face. He was all but memories now, fading at that.

Bradley watched the door making sure nobody saw you in such a fragile state. Not here. He cradled you in his arms while whispering sweet nothings in your ears trying to ground you back to the present. It was hard. Impossible. You’d only lost him two weeks ago and here you were, back to work. Bradley couldn’t imagine that.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled once the tears stopped flowing and you’d successfully soaked through his uniform. Not bearing to look at him you kept you head buried in his chest.

“There’s nothing to apologize for pretty.” He kept cradling you, so long as you wanted it. So long as you needed it. So long as you clung to him so desperately.

You took long deep breaths not in the mood to argue with him. Bradley just watched as you calmed yourself down. Clearly embarrassed by the outburst. He knew it was the first of many. You’d have good days, and you’d have days far worse than this. He knew. He was ready to be there for you.

As shitty as you were feeling the cute little terms of endearment he used to calm you down did make your heart sputter as your finally processed his words, “Thank you Bradley.” Mumbling into his chest you couldn’t bear to break the embrace he had you in. It felt too damn good with him holding you like you were the most precious treasure in the world.

His hand brushed down your hair and back in a steady rhythm, “Anytime. Any day. Any minute. Any second.” He leaned down giving your forehead a light kiss. The shiver that ripped down your body might have been a dead giveaway at how you felt when he did so. That’s as far as he’d go though. He couldn’t push you now. Not when you were grieving and broken. He knew he needed to step up and be your comfort now. Hold you when you needed. Let you cry it out even at the weirdest hours of the day. Grief was a bitch, and he had a front row ticket to it. His life seemed like nothing but grief. He knew how to handle it.

Bradley was so focused on you. And you were so focused on hiding from his gaze that neither hadn’t heard the door open and shut. Pete walked in silently, as he always did, not expecting to see the scene before him. Bradley gently rubbing your back as your body was curled into him. It didn’t surprise him per say. He’d noticed the two of you had gotten closer over the last few weeks. Pete paused thinking of what he should do. He could walk out but that risked somebody else catching the two of you. Relationships weren’t forbidden they were just… highly frowned upon. And Ice would be awfully mad at Mav if he let his daughter get in trouble for something so stupid. Especially when you clearly needed it. More now than ever.

Pete did all he could think to do, he coughed. He watched at you shot up from Bradley quickly backing away from him. Pete’s heart could’ve broken right then and there seeing your tear-stained cheeks and disheveled hair. You looked broken.

“I’m so sorry sir. I just…” You gulped rubbing the haziness out of your eyes. You didn’t have an excuse. Bradley was just looking at you with sorrow in his eyes. Pete looked at you with pity.

“Why don’t you take the day Captain?” Pete suggested instead of acknowledging your apology.

You shook you head, “I can’t, I don’t have the time.”

Pete walked over handing you your coat off the top of the desk it was resting on, “I’ll cover. Go. You too Lieutenant.” Pete looked at Bradley giving him a curt nod letting him know it was fine. Mav knew you needed Bradley.

He looked a little shocked but stood from his seat, “Mav, are you sure?”

He nodded, “Take care of her.” He nearly whispered as he walked away from the pair. He walked right on out of the room giving you the space you needed. You could’ve broken down right then and there again had Bradley not pulled you from your thoughts. You felt all the love from your pseudo uncle, so thankful he was in your life.

Bradley pulled you towards the door gently, “You wanna change or just go home?” Bradley asked softly careful not to startle you.

“Home.” You looked up to him afraid you’d run into Phoenix or Halo in the locker room. They’d never judge you. It was just easier to avoid it altogether though.

Giving your hand a squeeze, he smiled right at you, “Let’s go home then honey. We can watch some trashy reality television and order some disgustingly greasy food if you want.”

For the first time in a long time a small smile came to your face, “That sounds perfect B.” He smiled even brighter at that. He adored it when you’d used that nickname on him. If he were honest he’d fallen in love with everything about you. Your laugh. Your smile. Your personality above all else. You were truly like nobody he’d ever met before. He’d be damned to let that slip away from him, not without a fight.

“Follow me out. I’ll drive us home.” You nodded doing as he said. Keeping your face hidden until you got to his truck. The ride home was silent. Bradley talked occasionally breaking you from whatever fucked up thoughts were coursing through your even more messed up brain. It was driving you crazy how much of prisoner you felt your very own brain. You wanted to be happy, to smile but it just wasn’t coming. Not until you fully accepted his death. Your dad wasn’t coming home. Never again. That was a hard cross to bear.

You cuddled up to him on the couch once you got back to your place and the two of you changed. Bradley promised to stay for as long as you’d have him. Joke’s on him though, you’ll never kick him out.

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned him once the two of you had settled on Vanderpump Rules and some pizza. Your favorite comfort food.

“Anything.” Once again he brushed your hair with his hands knowing it calmed you instantly.

“How’d you do it? Losing your mom? Your dad?” You’d asked the question you’d been so afraid to ask before. But y

“Time.” He answered you truthfully, “It takes time.”

You sighed knowing that was likely the answer he was going to give you but not the one you’d wanted to hear, “I was afraid you’d say that.” Your voice wobbled, on the brink of another fresh set of tears.

Bradley pulled you closer, “But I’m here. I’ll be here through everything. The ups, the downs, the bumps. It all. You have me. You have your siblings, your mom. You have people here for you pretty.” He kissed your forehead once more.

You felt a few tears fall at that. Looking up to him you had to ask, “Why? Why are you being so kind to me?”

Shaking his head, he used the pads of his fingertips to wipe the fresh tears away, “I like you. A whole lot more than I really should.” He admitted, laying it all out there for you, “You’re Incredible Sunny. The most incredible woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I’m here for you. If you’ll have me.”

Ever the gentleman he was. Always leaving it up to you, “You like me?”

He laughed, throwing his head back in amusement, “I think I’ve been rather obvious Kazansky. But yes. I like you. A lot.” He didn’t want to throw the L word out just yet. That was far too soon. But he knew he loved you. He loved every single inch of you. He knew he’d love you for a long, long time to come to. He’d truly, never felt so sure

“Oh,” You grinned feeling the tears dry up, “Then please stay. Stay for a long time.”

He brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like you too. A lot.” Squeezing his hip with your hand you hid your face in his chest feeling all too exposed at that admission of your feelings. It never came easy.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Y/N Kazansky, you just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

“Yeah?” You peaked up at him with a grin on your face. Red face of exposure be damned.

“Oh yeah baby.” He cradled you close feeling every joyful emotion course through him. He got you. He fucking got you. He wasn’t going to let this one slip. No. It may take some time to figure it out but that’s what life was about. Time.

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bluebunnymoose · 2 years ago

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ooh i'd like to hear about your Labyrinth AU (and also your Titanic if you have anything)

Ooh, going for two! Thanks so much for asking. Buckle up XD

~~~~Labyrinth AU~~~~

I've never been good at keeping stories simple and the Labyrinth AU spiraled quickly into one with far too many details to wrangle. The main gist is: Desperate to escape her mother's control while being cripplingly unable to self-advocate, Chrissy buries herself in her favorite fantasy novels and wishes she could simply disappear. Henry answers that call, whisking her away to a realm she's pretty sure is just a vivid dream. He promises that it is, in fact, very real and should she choose to stay it can be her ticket to freedom. If she wants to leave, all she has to do is find him at the house in the center of the labyrinth and he'll return her home. Still unconvinced it's not a hallucination, she plays along.

For the first few hours it seems like paradise, but during her exploration, she trips and tumbles through a false wall to discover that the bright, fantastic landscape is a pulsing hellscape underneath. Too paralyzed to run, Chrissy is saved when a boy named Eddie pulls her back into the glamor. She begs him to help her find Henry's house to escape this nightmare. Eddie agrees, setting her at ease almost immediately and promises to help. Little does Chrissy know he has no intention of letting her leave. Eddie works for Henry because he believes that Creel has Uncle Wayne trapped somewhere in this dimension (Eddie made a bad wish). In exchange for Wayne, Eddie has to make sure the people Henry brings in stay long enough for him to trap them forever. Chrissy is the last one he needs.

Unfortunately for him, he never expected to fall for her.

Other Party members do show up, though the whats/hows/whys is all a jumble. If I ever did write this I'd need to pare it down a ton.

~~~~Titanic AU~~~~

This one is purely just a drabble of an idea. AU-wise the character mapping is how you'd expect (Eddie = Jack, Chrissy = Rose, Chrissy's mom and Jason = Rose's mom and Cal). The drabble I wrote, though, was of Dustin and Steve prepping Eddie for dinner in first class. Dustin's mom is the Molly Brown analog but doesn't appear in this scene. Dustin went to the same prep school as Steve, the son of old money traveling solo for business at his father's behest. Disclaimer: I really struggle to find character voices, and this is a mostly unpolished drabble, so please take it with a spoon's worth of salt <3

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Like Lipstick on a Pig

“Am I supposed to be choking?” Eddie griped as he wiggled a finger beneath the starched collar that cinched around his throat, which was honestly a bit poetic. Carver had looked ready to choke him when he accepted the Cunninghams’ backhanded dinner invitation. If Eddie was going to be on their hitlists anyway, he was almost petty enough to let the shirt do the job if only to deny Chrissy’s fiance the pleasure. Almost.

Steve reached over and slapped Eddie’s hand away.

“Stop being so dramatic. It wouldn’t be so tight if you’d just stand up straight.”

“Is that it? I thought the reason all of you first-class gentlemen stood at attention was because you all had sticks up your—”

Eddie yipped as Steve flicked his lower back.

“Hey!”

“There you go. Hold still, Munson.”

Before Eddie could swing and elbow into the man’s ribs, his arms were arrested in the suit jacket that Steve tugged up onto his shoulders. Steve circled around to Eddie’s front again, tugging the wrinkles out here and there before stepping back to survey his handiwork with a critical eye.

“How do I look?” Eddie asked, trying not to shrink under the scrutiny.

Dustin appeared in the doorway. His eyebrows shot up as he whistled.

“Like New Money,” he said, cringing as his attention landed just above Eddie’s eye-line. “Though we’ve got to do something about that hair.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Eddie asked defensively.

“What do you suggest?” Steve asked.

“Aside from cutting it?”

“No one is cutting my hair!”

They ignored Eddie’s outburst.

“If we could just tie it back maybe that’d be enough?” Steve supplied.

Dustin scoffed. “With what? A shoelace?”

“How about this?”

The two young men turned only to stare at the forest-green ribbon with gold-threaded trim that dangled from Eddie’s fingertips.

Steve and Dustin shared a look that made Eddie itch. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Steve said. “Hand it over.”

“Would it kill you to say ‘Please?’”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Please, hand it over.”

With great hesitance, Eddie obliged, muttering a “be careful with it” as he felt Steve pull his curly mane away from his face. Cool air sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, as did the thoughtful, appraising look on Dustin’s face.

“So? Do I pass?” Eddie asked.

“See for yourself,” Dustin said, nearly tripping Eddie as he spun him around.

For a split second, Eddie thought someone else had snuck into Steve’s room, another foppish boy from their fancy school. Then the moment passed and he blinked, taking in the transformation.

Steve’s old black jacket was a little large in the shoulders, but cut a decent silhouette from top to tails and all the way down to the shoes he borrowed from Dustin’s late father’s effects. Chrissy’s ribbon, peeking out amidst his curls, added a soft splash of color and a large dash of confidence as he met his own eyes in the mirror again.

Overall, he looked odd, but not in a bad way. “Like lipstick on a pig” were the words that came to mind, but even he had to admit he made one handsome swine.

The farce would be obvious to him and the rest of their immediate dinner guests, but to every other sophisticated person on the ship he had a decent shot of blending right in, pretending he was a man of means enjoying dinner with a beautiful girl at his side (or wherever her devil-faced mother put her).

Just then the clock in Steve’s room chimed a quarter past six, signaling that dinner would begin in 15 minutes. It was now or never.

Steve stepped out of the suite first. Dustin hovered in the doorway, glancing back at Eddie.

“Ready, Eddie?” he asked.

Eddie took one last look in the mirror and smiled like a fox.

“It’s showtime.”

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nightcall99 · 1 year ago

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Notes from 24.3.24

I couldn't sleep very well last night. I think AJ was in my dream. He had arrived to class and I was glad to see him, then we had to work on something. Then I had another dream where I shared a bedroom with my mother. I had just woken up in the morning and she was saying that it would be cold today. I was telling her how weird it was, that it had been cold the last two nights.

So, I think he is 'there'. As soon as I walked in, I was hit with a 'yes' but I'm not so sure. I thought it would be more obvious, can it really be so subtle? He seemed really subdued, more quiet than usual. We didn't really talk much. I mean, there's nothing to say.

His eyes changed back to how they were before. That focused, absorbing look. And when he looked at me, there were a few times where I felt there was was something there, looking back. I looked away really fast. I think I just don't really want to know.

But there was this one conversation we were having about a customer who was abusing some cough medicine to get high and he said that the guy had nothing going on behind the eyes. I agreed, since I'd served the same guy last week. I said his pupils were super dilated, and there's nothing there, just darkness. And then he said, Remember once a long time ago, you said that you sensed blackness behind my eyes? I said, Oh but with you there's something there. There's black but it's in the back, not the foreground. Well, isn't it right there? The truth came tumbling out of my mouth without my meaning to.

I dunno. I was depressed trying to analyse it. I spent my lunch break in my car just praying like, What is real? What is not? I'm really tired of the confusion and the deciphering. I've decided not to care anymore. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

But did a side of me believe that things might be a little more fun toward the end? Yes. I missed that sense of community. But I have never belonged so what am I hoping for? A few laughs, and conversations? About what, exactly? I just want to leave. I don't want to talk to anyone or make any re-connections. We can leave that for the astral. If the recall doesn't happen in a week (or ever), I have nothing to go back to. There's nothing else. This is my life. All I've had in this life, is the desire not to be in it. If I can't turn toward this, if this doesn't turn back toward me, I have nothing.

And even as I've typed all this I realise there's something inside me, watching. It didn't go back to sleep. It got woken up and it's wide awake. I've been monitoring that feeling ever since it said it would not go back to sleep. I've been checking and it's still there.

So I just came back after having dinner with my family and my aunt and uncle. I really don't like my uncle. Call it intergenerational trauma or something but ever since I got told the story that he left my dad behind while escaping during the Vietnam War, I've always detested his presence. Add to that the whole being a boomer thing and it's just something else. The moment I came out of my room he said You Look Really Tired (I said to him "Thank you"). And he referred to my time off work due to the V as The Year You Lost (I didn't lose anything) and he said You Know When You Smile You Don't Look So Mean (Thank you so much for the feedback, I really appreciate it) and my parents must have told him that I just rot in bed on my days off so he asked in front of everyone How Come You Don't Go Anywhere Or Do Anything (I'm introverted and a homebody, is that okay? Everyone is different right?) and also Why Don't You Have A Partner, Do You Actually Really Like Working There, Why Aren't You A Manager Yet, Why Don't You Buy A Shop, Your Glasses Are Crooked. This guy didn't let up even with my sarcastic responses. I mean, I responded with the same energy since I'm just playing the game, but I haven't fallen in. I'm not reeling from this experience, nor from the day's. Actually, I'm amazed. That inner me that is watching, it didn't go back to sleep. Today was low-vibe and I'm... I'm still here. Observing.

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dedeinspire · 3 months ago

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The Deal

Hey, so this is my first ever short story I've written on here. I really hope you all enjoy it and give feedback!

Content Waring: Suggestive Language

Chapter One: Sex Education

“Now I’m gonna be honest.”

My teacher Mr.Davis said that placing his hands on the desk in front of him. “When it comes to sex, girls. It’ll be great for the guy either way unless he’s nervous. But girls it’ll be a hit or miss for you.” He said to which some guys denied. “Some guys just have no clue what they are doing.” This comment made the guys groan. “Come on Davis That’s just not true I know exactly what I’m doing,”

Lucas looked at a girl in their class who blushed and looked down. Sex Ed was his favorite class because of Gregory Davis, the coolest and most unfiltered teacher ever. "I'm sure you'd like to think you are, Lucas," Mr. Davis laughed, "but let me tell y-" The door swung open, cutting him off. "Nice of you to join us, Gutierrez," Mr. Davis said, looking at the latecomer. "I know I'm late, but I have a good reason," Angelo said as he walked in and closed the door. "Enlighten me, Angelo." Angelo scratched his head.

"I-I-I had a slight issue." I laughed a bit, and Angelo snapped his head my way. "And it's her fault," he pointed at me like a child. "She put a tire lock on my car." I laughed harder. "Does it look like I'm capable of using a tire lock?" I asked. "Angelo, this is a new low, blaming one of my favorite students," Mr. Davis said. "She's evil!" Did I put a lock on his tire... possibly. But there's no evidence. He scoffed and sat behind me. "I'm so gonna get you back," he whispered, kicking my chair. "Next time, don't splash water on me while I'm walking.”

“Today, we will be reviewing some notes. Feel free to work independently.” I opened my notebook to a new page and asked, "How did you get a tire lock?" He leaned forward, "My uncle owns a mechanic shop." I looked at the board and began taking notes on the reproductive system I’d missed. "Was that a confession?" I sensed a smirk on his lips. "Was it?" I turned to face him. "You can't prove anything," I whispered as he scoffed. "You wanna play this game angel?” I placed my hands on his desk. “I love games.” I smiled at him.

Angelo and I have a peculiar relationship. we compete with each other a lot. "Ms. Beckett, come here," Angelo laughed. "Ouuu," he said childishly as I walked towards Mr. Davis's desk. "Yes?" I asked."A tire lock? Last week, you put a lock on his backpack," Mr.Davis laughed."I don't have time for childish games." Mr. Davis side-eyed me "The week before that, you hit him with a textbook."

"He hit me first," I whined, “Then Tuesday you put a flour bomb in his locker.” I snickered remembering how his entire body was covered in flour. Mr. Davis gave me a look. “Sorry.” I quickly said as the smile dropped from my face. “go to your seat.” He laughed shaking his head. Angelo smirked and mocked him rolling my eyes. his dumb ass was probably already thinking of ways to get me back. “Im gonna get you so good.” I laughed, “That’s 12 to your 4 you could never beat me.” he kicked my seat and rolled my eyes. “Real mature.”

"Says the one who's still counting scores like a kindergarten student," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "But hey, keep dreaming. I've got plenty more tricks up my sleeve, while you're still stuck on flour bombs." I smirked, knowing I had the upper hand. Angelo scoffed, "Please, you're just jealous because my pranks are more creative than yours." I raised an eyebrow, "Creative? You call throwing flour around creative?” he scoffed, "Well, at least my pranks are more effective than yours," I shot back, a coy smile playing on my lips. "And let's not forget who's won the majority of our little competitions." I grinned,

Angelo scoffed, clearly annoyed by my boastful attitude. "Oh please, you've just been getting lucky," he retorted, refusing to admit defeat. "But mark my words, I'm gonna win tone way or another. And then you'll be the one eating crow.” I turned around and to face Angelo. “A Crow?” Lucas and I both said. “You couldn’t think of anything else? and you wonder why she keeps getting one over on yo’ ass.” Lucas laughed. I joined in on Lucas, laughing along with him. "Exactly!" I exclaimed. "And he has the nerve to call himself creative. Seriously, a crow?”

Angelo rolled his eyes in annoyance, realizing he had walked right into that one. "Ha-ha, very funny," he muttered under his breath. "You guys just wait, I've got a plan." I could tell he was already scheming in his mind, trying to come up with something good. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his confident tone. "A plan, huh? I can't wait to see what you come up with," I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But just remember, I’m much better than you.”

class ended and I headed to the library for my free period. As I walked into the library, I immediately felt the peaceful atmosphere envelop me. The soft hum of silence filled the room, broken only by the faint sound of pages turning and pencils scribbling. The smell of old books mixed with the fresh scent of printer ink wafted through the air, creating a calming, familiar scent. I made my way to the farthest corner of the room where I had made a small sanctuary for myself among the towering bookshelves.

Settling into my favorite spot, I pulled out my notes and started studying. Occasionally, I would glance up to see other students quietly studying around me, some with textbooks spread out in front of them, others with headphones on and laptops propped up on their desks. It was a strange sort of camaraderie, bonding over the shared goal of education. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself becoming engrossed in my work. The outside world seemed to fall away as I focused solely on the words in front of me. For a brief moment, I felt completely at peace, lost in my own little sanctuary of knowledge and solitude.

"Angel.”My concentration was shattered as Angelo's voice interrupted my reverie. I looked up to find him standing next to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes."What do you want?" I asked, annoyed at his interruption. Angelo smirked at my reaction. "What, not happy to see me?" he teased, taking a seat next to me. I roll my eyes in annoyance. As Angelo settled into the seat next to me, I could feel a nagging sense of irritation bubbling up inside me. He knew exactly how to push my buttons and get under my skin. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" I muttered, rolling my eyes yet again, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand.

"Is there a reason you're disturbing my peaceful sanctuary?" I asked bluntly, trying to hide my irritation. Angelo smirked."Can't a guy just say hi to his favorite arch-nemesis?" he replied, leaning back in his chair. I rolled my eyes again smiling a bit. "Cut the crap, Angelo," I snapped back. "What do you want?" I knew he had something up his sleeve, he never just came to talk for no reason.

“I need a favor Angel.”

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marmorada · 1 year ago

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You think you’re oppressed because fandom spaces think your theories are stupid? Do you hear yourself?

Are straight people experiencing oppression too when they’re jumped on for saying characters wouldn’t fuck the same sex?

Gay people get beaten, mass shot, lynched, burned, and thrown off buildings all over the world. And you want us to cry for you not having your dick sucked on the INTERNET for FANFICTION? THIS is what people mean when they call you terminally online. This is what people that haven’t faced real oppression think counts.

I have never fucked. I have no real interest. No I did not have to tell my parents. There is no coming out moment because nobody is getting kicked out or beaten or murdered because they aren’t looking for a significant other. Most people just see it, go “huh” and move on. My Uncle is 70. He has never had a girlfriend and never got married and has never faced any problems for it. I’ve had to tell doctors I am not and have never been sexually active for my entire adult life and none of them have batted an eye. I didn’t run home crying just because I was asked a routine medical health question, either!

The only abuse I’ve ever gotten on that vague front is men on the internet harassing me for sexual favors. How interesting an axis of oppression it must be if it can and usually is done completely by accident! Almost as if… It’s actually based on something else? Like the fact that I’m a fucking woman?

Like yeah, who gets any actual pushback? Females that won’t fuck specific men, because of MISOGYNY. Whether they are capable of sexual attraction doesn’t matter to anyone involved, because it’s about sexual entitlement. Not and never sexuality. WOMEN and SAME SEX ATTRACTED PEOPLE get harassment and profane conversion therapy to force them into patriarchy designated positions.

Gay people are put through conversion therapy to manifest attraction to the opposite sex and punish attraction to the same sex. Women are punished for not submitting to men by laws that make property ownership, banking, and employment illegal for women. Women were lobotomized for flippant sexual habits that were seen as normal in men. Lesbians and gay men are told they haven’t had the right genitals yet. Where is the mechanism to oppress ~aromantics~? Say it! Point to a single historical example! Show me the methodology! Show me a single example unaccounted for by misogyny or homophobia and the trend it created!

What do you NEED that you aren’t getting? Not emotional validation, NEEDS. Where’s the demand for aroace shelters? Where is the as yet not outlawed conversion therapy? Where do you not get equal protection under the law? How are promiscuous cishet men that won’t commit SUFFERING?

You are appropriating female and homosexual struggles because you think you are too special to be undergoing normal problems. You are telling men that hate women and sleep around because of it they are a special class that needs more human rights. You are making the problem worse because you’re too narcissistic to consider anything outside your own wants and experiences.

You people are saying that “””allosexual””” women and minorities who are sexually abused just don’t have it as bad as you. Yes we’ve all seen the posts where you insinuate unwanted sexual contact just isn’t as hard on “””allosexuals”””.

You people are saying that LGBTs don’t deserve spaces away from the hateful fuckboy men that want to ruin their lives.

Lesbians are told they just haven’t had the right dick yet and need to stop discriminating against cock by people like you.

You are making everything worse for everyone but yourself. No you don’t fucking deserve a grain of respect!

Why is it so hard for aroace people to just get basic respect

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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Eddie thinking he's a suave ladies' man as he tries to talk to you but realising he has no game whatsoever. You find it endearing.

Minors dni, Eddie being adorable and flustered, fluffy fic.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

❤️

In his head, he thinks he's suave, charming and a ladies' man but in reality, he blushes and makes a doofus of himself in front of pretty girls.

Eddie has a major crush on you and he doesn't know what to do. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

He spends most of his time talking to Uncle Wayne or the guys, they are used to his chaotic energy and goofball shit.

Most girls ignore, roll their eyes at him or call him "freak"

The small few that do notice him, who have flirted back, who he's met at shitty dive bars don't stick around long.

You were talking to Chrissy, he opened his mouth to say hello but his voice came out all squeaky and made him curse himself out in his head.

So when he saw you for the first time he acted like he was confident, cool and shit but in reality he was a mess inside.

To him, you were beautiful, sweet and an angel on earth, some mythical type of elven princess from LOTR, a goddess.

Chrissy looked at him all sympathetic and introduced you to him while he called himself several names in his head.

He missed the shy smile you sent his way, the intrigued look as he skulked off in the opposite direction hoping to forget the disaster of a first meeting.

✨💕

After that Eddie attempted to show off while he was near your vicinity. Hoped you would notice him while he was strutting around like a peacock on the Hellfire lunch table and throwing his daily insult at Jason.

It might have worked in theory if he didn't notice you actually staring over at him one time and he froze, like a deer in headlights.

Kinda like this.

Then as he jumped off the table he managed to trip over his own feet, face plant on the floor and shoot back up like nothing had happened.

He really hoped you didn't notice that.

But you did, the Hellfire boys snickered in the background until he gave them one of his death glares and they shut up immediately.

He was so pathetic at this. In his mind, he was certain he was all cool and suave but in real life he was having no luck wooing you.

Rock stars wouldn't have this problem he told himself sullenly with a pout on his face.

A pout that you thought was cute as fuck, however Eddie didn't know that yet.

❤️

After a little while Eddie was ready to give up, he tried speaking to you but got all tongue-tied and overacted to show that he wasn't sweating his ass off while you looked at him with your pretty eyes.

He was forced to realise he didn't have much game as he thought he did and was considering asking Steve for help. The chicks all loved him right?

Stupid, stupid son of a bitch he berated himself as he stomped to away from his usual spot in the woods still sulking.

With minutes to spare until he had to get to class, he grudgingly gets up.

Just one week left until he graduated this hellhole he consoles himself.

His army crawling to a D in Miss O'Donnell's class finally paid off.

Then you walked up to him as he got to the school entrance and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hi, Eddie" you murmur and you sound like you are nervous, shy too just like how he feels.

Why were you nervous? Did your friends tell you he was mean and scary or something?

"Hi, uh sweetheart" Yeah, nice going doofus he scolds himself.

"I was wondering if you had a date for prom?" he blinks, once, twice, then shakes his head.

He planned on avoiding prom like the plague, conformist bullshit he told himself. Though if he was honest he would have sucked it up and gone for you. If you wanted.

Not that you would ever ask but he would.

"Nah, not my thing sweetheart" is it his imagination or did you look disappointed? You had guys ask you for weeks but you turned them down much to the relief Eddie felt when he saw it happen.

"Oh, okay. I just thought if it was your type of thing then maybe we could have gone together but it's not so uh cool" You look up at him through your lashes and he thinks his brain short circuits.

...

You, the most beautiful girl he had ever met in his life wanted to go with him.

"Why would you want to go with me?" he asks stunned because hasn't he been making an ass of himself for weeks and weeks now? Months even.

"Because you're cute, endearing, actually to me you're super fucking hot and I struggle to know what to say around you"

Did he end up getting to class after all and he was daydreaming? No... no this was very real and he shrugged off the nerves he was feeling and grinned.

"Milady, I would love to go to prom with you" The look on your face, the joy makes his heart ping in delight.

"Great, I really like you, Eddie" You move closer to him and before he knows it he's kissing you and you're kissing him back and everything is fucking incredible.

❤️

The rest of Hellfire was stunned as you joined their table and settled on Eddie's knee while kissing his cheek.

He heard Jason's shout of shock and lazily flipped him the bird, he was too into his girl to notice.

His, you were his. He couldn't believe it.

"Dude, how??" Lucas asked him stunned, mirroring Dustin and Mike's look, he winked at his sheeples and shrugged.

"Couldn't resist the Eddie Munson game could you princess?" you giggle and press a kiss to his lips and he basks in the glow of your beaming smile and that gorgeous giggle.

Eddie felt like a rockstar, 86 was his year, just like he suspected.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years ago

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If you are still taking questions, could I ask about Uryuu? Or Mizuiro, I have always loved him and wanted to see more of him.

The day after The Stabbing Incident in which Ichigo's Shinigami Powers were activated, Lunchtime:

"Rukia!" Ichigo called from the door. "We got a club meeting!"

"What? Oh, right!" She giggled, all bubbly persona, which immediately vanished in the hall "-You signed me up for a club? Ichigo, you know I don't have time for extracurriculars!"

"Calm down, this one doesn't assign homework. We just meet on the roof for lunch." He explained, marching resolutely against the stream of traffic in the hall.

"Oh? Up to something illicit are you?" Rukia teased, ducking behind him to avoid being swept away.

"Nah, we just meet on the roof so Kon can join us." Ichigo shrugged kicking open the door to the roof.

" 'SUP NERDS!" Ichigo bellowed affectionately at the gaggle of teenagers already assembled on the roof. "Okay Rukia, this is the "I Can See Ghosts And It fucking Sucks Club", guys, this is Rukia."

"Hi miss Rukia!" Waved a readheaded girt that puberty had hit like a truck.

"-Rukia is a shinigami like the freak that used to live in my dad's attic, and last night one of those bigass monster ghosts attacked my fuckin' house and Rukia kinda accidentally-on-purpose stabbed me and now I got fuckin' shinigami powers, which is mostly being able to ditch my body and summon a bigass sword to kill the monster ghosts with."

Those assembled stared at him in silence.

There was a rattle and Kon appeared at the top of the chain-link fence around the roof. "You know Ichigo, I think I know why your Literature class grades suck." the cat sighed. "Rukia got injured and used her magic sword to transfer her powers to Ichigo to fight off the hollow, and accidentally gave him too much and now she's stuck here until the Shinigami skills bleed back out of Ichigo."

"Ohhhhh..." the group nodded.

"-By stabbing me." Added Ichigo. "I feel like the stabbing part is being lowballed here."

"Welp. time to reset the counter." Sighed a lightly disheveled young man with brown hair, and the youthful looking lad with black hair beside him opened his laptop, typed for a few seconds and then turned the screen to show the group a digital counter that read

DAYS SINCE OUR LAST SUPERNATURAL NONSENSE AND/OR GRIEVOUS BODILY INJURY: 0

Previous streak: 17.324 Days.

"Thanks. Very helpful." Sighed Ichigo. "Tweedle Dee and tweedle Dumbass here are Mizurio and Keigo."

Ichigo pointed to the brunette. "Keigo here comes from a long-ass line of psychics and has been documenting every instance of supernatural activity in Karkura town going back to the middle ages since he was like. Ten? Don't let the fact that he's deliberately failing out of school fool you, he's probably the world's most brilliant moron."

"Iiiiiichigoooo, why you gotta make me sound like a loser in front of the actual-factual ghost girl?" Keigo whined.

"I'll stop making you sound like a loser when you stop being a loser." Ichigo huffed, and pointed to the black-haired youth beside him. "Babyface McGee here is Mizurio, he's our other technology geek, and he can cast Summon Gun."

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Rukia!" Mizurio said, extending his hand politely. "If you need some armament against the- what did you say they were called? Hollows? - I can provide you with something. First one's on the house, as my Uncle says."

"Oh!" Laughed Rukia. "By 'summon gun' you mean you have a way of purchasing weapons! I thought for a second you had the magical ability to spontaneously manifest guns or something ridiculous like that!"

The group collectively grimaced at her, except for the silent Giant, who was too busy snuggling Kon.

"Have you ever fired a weapon like a handgun Miss Rukia?" Mizurio asked holding his hand up beside his head, as though holding up an invisible object.

"Uh." Said Rukia, staring at his hand. ""...No."

"In that case I'm going to reccomend a Glock-17 lightweight pistol-" Mizurio nodded, and a small, bright blue light ignited in his palm, swirling and drawing Reishi into it, forming a physical object.

"-it's very reliable and easy to sight accurately, and doesn't have much of a kickback so I'm confident you'll only need a little practice to be able to handle it reliably!" He smiled cheerfully as the object finished manifesting in his hand, and he easily unloaded it with a practiced motion, set the saftey out of habit and offered it to Rukia to inspect.

"UH." Said Rukia, recoiling from the weapon with alarm.

"Oh don't worry!" Mizurio chirped. "Any gun that I make- And I make them, not summon them- has infinite ammo once the clip is loaded, and it's perfectly effective against hollows! You'll be perfectly fine using it!"

"I- You- I mean-" Rukia sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the gun. "-Did you. Learn? to do this?"

"Hm-..." Mizurio frowned at the gun. "Well, I've gotten better at it over time, but it's not like anyone taught me, if that's what you mean."

"Uh-huh." Rukia nodded, teeth bared in an attempt at a smile that completely failed. "You. Uh. You got any German ancestry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know!" Mizurio laughed. "I don't actually know who my father is, and I strongly suspect he doesn't know his father either! Why?"

"...Mizurio, I think you're a Quincy."

---

Downstairs in the lunchtime meeting of the Karkura High School Crafts Club, Uryuu Ishida sneezed in the middle of a demonstration of different stitch types, and knocked over a large bottle of glitter, coating the entire room.

"...That's a bad omen if I ever saw one." Muttered one of the girls, sparkling.

---

"What's a Quincy?" Mizurio asked.

"It's a- Okay, before I start an explanation, is there anyone else here with weird supernatural powers?" Rukia asked.

There was a whirl of energy behind her and she turned to see the Silent Giant that had been cradling Kon had manifested a strange, sleek armor over his right arm. Kon was still cradled like a very spoiled infant in his left arm, purring.

"Hi. I'm Sado Yasutora, but I go by Chad." he spoke, voice barely above a mumble as he cautiously peeked up at Rukia through his bangs. "This is my punchin' arm."

"...Great." Whimpered Rukia.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfic #ishida uryuu #ichigo kurosaki #Mizurio Kojima #Keigo Asano #chad yasutora #Making Mizurio the most found-in-a-taco-bell-dumpster Quincy ever is so fun

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havecourage-darling · 3 years ago

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Firsts: I love you

First I love you.

Part 3 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< First panic attck, part 2 || First song, part 4 >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 7.4K

warnings: cursing, poorly written (i tried lmao) light ish smut, S4 spoilers at the end

A/N: y'all are really killing me with your comments, asks, and messages. thank you so, so much! this one got away from me so there's bound to be typos. Eddie might also come off as ooc a little in some parts, whenever I write from his POV I can get a little lost lol hope you like it!

Eddie knew very early into his relationship that he loved you. It was just a fact of his life.

The sun was bright, jocks were morons, his campaigns were unbeatable, Metallica was music from the Gods, and…he loved you. Fuck, did he love you.

He loved the way you smiled in the mornings when he was the first thing you opened your eyes to, excited to see him. He loved your scent, Jesus fucking Christ, did you smell good. He loved the little noises you made whenever he kissed the base of your neck, a sharp inhale like you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. He loved how you spoke – about anything. Your classes, the news, the book you’d read in class, shit, the weather. The way your eyes brightened and your hands moved passionately, accidentally smacking into him half the time, as you included him on whatever ran through your mind.

He loved how bold you were, how you never failed to match his sarcasm and teasing, how even if you could swear with the best of them, you’d get flustered at sweet compliments. He loved how it didn’t matter where you were, and who was watching, every time you saw him, you’d completely light up. Unabashedly kiss him in stores, at the movies, in front of your friends, at work – anywhere. Like he was something to be proud of.

For how simple, and easy, it was to fall in love with you – he couldn’t say the words.

Now, in his defense, he didn’t exactly know how. Ugh, he rolled his head until it smacked against the wall.

His family wasn’t exactly what one would consider normal. He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. His mother had been sick for as long as he could remember. She’d have good days, and those days were great. But the bad days were filled with him calling his uncle because his mom hadn’t gotten up from her bed in days and he didn’t have any mac and cheese left and he was hungry.

His Uncle Wayne had been the only constant in his life. His father had gone out to work when Eddie was five and hadn’t come back. He knew, out of all his sob story, that was the part that angered you the most. He loved watching you get so indignant on his behalf, your eyes flashing furiously. No matter how much he’d assured you that his father was a wound that had already scarred over, you would always be ready to fight for him. Another reason why he loved you.

Love…hadn’t come easily in his life. His mother had been the only person who ever said it to him and after she died, there was no one left. He knew Wayne loved him – he had to; Eddie had put him through too much shit for him not to – but no one had said it out loud in a long time.

Which is why it felt like someone had dropped a fucking anvil on his throat the second he came anywhere near close to saying it to you.

“Eddie?” Your voice brought him out of his head.

He snapped his head up and watched as you ran a hand down the new dress you’d bought earlier today. “What do you think?” You asked, looking down at yourself, unsure.

“Are you kidding?” He snorted, making his once over obvious, and delighting in the flustered expression that followed. “You’ll be the hottest girl at the party.”

A smile blossomed onto your face, lighting you up from within and Eddie felt his pathetic heart try to claw its way out his chest. It didn’t belong to him anymore and the longer it took him to say those stupid three words, the harder his heart seemed to fight him.

“Are you ready?” You asked, stretching out your hand to him.

Eddie smiled, hopped off your bed, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

Home. You felt like home.

His heart jabbed him once more and he ignored it again. “Come on hot stuff,” he said, “we’ve got a college party to go to.”

Eddie had started to get a little nervous on the ride over. He usually was the one to drive you both places but you’d insisted on driving. You wanted him to be able to drink if he wanted, and you weren’t much of a drinker – Halloween night aside. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Eventually, when you arrived, you’d given him a long kiss and took one in yours. He shoved the other one into his leather jacket and let his usual persona take over.

“I promise,” you said, seeing under the mask, “it’s a small party. I know almost everyone who’s coming and they’re all really cool people. Steve said he’d try to make it but he had a shift.”

“God forbid Harrington miss a party,” Eddie joked, biting back a laugh when you rolled your eyes. You pulled him into the large dorm suite. The lights were dimmed low, most people wearing glow sticks around their necks. You grabbed a few from the entrance table and stuck one in his upper pocket. Eddie snapped his teeth at your fingers and you grinned.

“Come on, let’s introduce you to a few people. I’ve been talking about you all semester,” you said, brightening.

Bracing himself for the usual distain, Eddie was a little floored when all your classmates welcome him warmly. He met too many people to remember but they all had friendly smiles and interesting stories. There were theater majors, pre-med students, engineers, foreign exchange students, and every single one of them seemed genuinely excited to meet him. A few of them teased you, wondering if ‘that perfect boyfriend of yours really existed.’

Eddie almost burst out into laughter then. Perfect and Eddie didn’t belong in the same sentence.

At one point, you’d grabbed him a beer and pulled him towards a loveseat in the corner. An Asian girl sat, twirling a straw absently, her eyes darting around a group of people nervously.

“Hi you,” you said, greeting her happily. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, well, Brian insisted, you know how he gets,” she said, eyes catching Eddie’s. “Oh my God, is this the mythical boyfriend?”

“Why did everyone think I was lying? How the fuck would I have given myself those hickeys you all gave me shit for?”

“Listen, I’m not judging, you could’ve been out there living your life – he just seemed a little too good to be true,” she grinned widely, reminding Eddie of a Cheshire. “Hi, by the way, I’m Angela. Your girlfriend’s favorite classmate this semester.”

“I’m Eddie,” he said, shaking her hand.

“I’ve heard,” she said, tone suggestive as she ran her gaze down his body. You groaned to the side of him, slapping your hand to your head and Angela laughed. Eddie grinned, he liked her. “Calm down, astronauts could see he’s only got eyes for you. You’re both disgustingly cute.”

Eddie sat down next to her at your urging and pulled you into his lap.

“Ooh, Angie, tell Eddie what club you started on campus,” you said, grinning down at Eddie.

“Ah, yes,” Angela said, “I hear I’m in the presence of another dungeon master.”

Eddie straightened, his eyes coming back to hers and she laughed. “No shit?” Eddie said. “I started a club in our school too. It’s where we met, kind of.”

“You play?” Angela asked, brows rising up.

“No,” you snorted, “I do not have the mental capacity. Eddie has tried – Dustin has tried. Shit, I think Lucas and Mike have tried. It doesn’t stick. I’m a great cheerleader though.”

“She is,” Eddie laughed, kissing your jaw.

“Ugh, you’re going to make me sick,” Angela teased. You rolled your eyes but he felt your hand squeeze his arm three times. He looked up at you but you were lost in the conversation.

Angela talked about her current campaign and the group she played with, offering him a spot if he wanted one. Eddie explained what he was planning – he had a major campaign coming up before spring break and he was sure his team was going to cream themselves. He went to turn to you but blinked when he realized you’d disappeared. Eddie straightened, not having noticed that you’d gotten up and left, his eyes glancing around the room.

“Henderson’s by the food,” Angela said, pointing you out to him. When he caught your eye, you were mid-bite and nodding along to something the theater major was saying. You smiled brightly at him and scrunched your nose. He smiled back at you, heart skipping, and turned back to Angela.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly at her look.

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” Angela said, sighing. “I wish I had what you two do. It seems nice, you know?”

Eddie’s eyes trailed back to you as you threw your head back and laughed, your hand coming up to hide your smile. He nodded. “I want to say we’re not usually like this…” he said, smiling at the memory of the heated kiss as you’d parked the car outside.

Angela grinned. “But you both can’t keep your hands off each other and you’re head over heels in love?” She rolled her eyes, completely unaware at the panic that had surged in him. “It’s alright, rub salt into the wound.”

“Come on, there’s gotta be someone you’ve got your eye on,” Eddie laughed, shaking off his panic, watching her face turn an alarming red and her eyes darting to the left side of the room.

“No,” she said, unconvincingly.

Eddie followed her gaze and grinned when he saw a tall black girl with long braids swaying to the music. Her eyes were closed and she had one arm up in the air as she twirled around.

“What’s her name?”

“Sienna,” Angela said with a wistful sigh. “I’m bisexual.”

Eddie glanced back at Sienna. “Is she interested?”

“I have no idea,” Angela groaned, dropping her face into her palms. “She’s in my organic chemistry class and she sat next to me in our first semester. She’s just – she’s got the prettiest fucking smile. It’s like I can’t breathe around her and I stumble over my words, it’s mortifying.”

“I get that,” he said, taking a long sip of his beer.

“You?” Angela huffed. “You’ve got Henderson as a girlfriend and look like you just walked off a stage at a rock concert.”

Eddie laughed so hard he almost snorted beer out his nose. “You’re hilarious, I’m literally called Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “High School is a shitshow. People who peaked then end up trapped in a marriage with a cheating partner, two point five kids, and a dog that prefers your neighbors.” She took a deep drag of her cigarette. “And a shitty job.”

“You know, Angie, I like you,” Eddie said, laughing. Is this what it felt like to have people not judge him before he’d even opened his mouth?

Angela winked. “Back at you, Freak.”

A warm hand trailed across Eddie’s shoulders and a familiar voice cut through the music. “You two seem to be getting along.”

“Why’d you hide this one from us for so long?” Angela asked, snuffing out her cigarette. “I’m this close to stealing him from you.”

You laughed, carting a hand through Eddie’s hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “I’ll give him to you for your notes for Psychology,” you said, “and a week’s worth of your famous cookies.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I’m worth at least two weeks’ of baked goods.”

Angela squinted. “Chocolate cake and test notes only.”

You shook your head. “No deal!”

Angela snapped her fingers. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for friends, Munson, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Might be for the best,” he said with a pointed look to the dancing girl.

Angela blushed and you leaned in. “Oh, secrets already, come on – tell me!”

“Sienna,” Angela sighed.

“She’s here?” You straightened and followed where Eddie had glanced. “Please, please, let us find out for you. She’s in my American Classics class and she’s amazing.”

“You’re both as subtle as a bus,” Angela snorted.

The song faded into a new one, couples bouncing onto the makeshift dancefloor. Eddie heard the familiar guitar notes and dramatically groaned when you snapped to look at him.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

“Oh, Eddie, please,” you plead, widening your eyes and sticking your lower lip out.

“Go on, dance with your girlfriend.” Angela waved you both off.

“He loves this song,” you told her, pulling him up. Eddie shot you a narrowed look and Angela laughed.

“I didn’t have you pegged for a Fleetwood Mac guy,” she said, lighting another cigarette.

“It’s our song,” you said, winking at Eddie. He hated the fact that his entire chest felt like it would burst at your smug look.

“Of course, it is,” Angela groaned, tossing her head back. “You both disgust me, go be romantic somewhere else.”

Before Eddie could protest, you’d dragged him to the center of the mass of swaying bodies. You turned around, pressing your back to his front and he immediately brought his arms around you. He leaned his chin over your shoulder and smiled when you shivered.

“This isn’t our only song,” he said into your ear, “you’re giving me a bad rep with my new friends.”

“Methink thou doth protest too much,” you whispered back, squeezing his arm and swaying with him. “You agreed to a truce. This and KISS.”

He had, because how could he not with you?

“I know you know the words,” you said, nipping at cheek. “I know you can sing, I've heard you.”

Eddie sighed, pretending to put up a fuss to see you roll your eyes. Hiding his grin in your hair, he flipped you around and pulled you into his chest.

“You better make it soon, before you break my heart,” you sang softly, your eyes softening when he looked down at you.

Fuck. He wanted to drown in you.

“Oh I, I wanna be with you everywhere,” he sang to you, relishing in the grin that split your face. He smiled and kissed you, because there would never be a version of him who didn’t give you what you wanted. You smiled up at him, your eyes roaming around his face before you cupped his cheek. Eddie nipped at your palm playfully, your eyes flashing.

I want to be with you everywhere

“Thank you for coming, I know this isn’t your favorite thing to do,” you told him and Eddie’s chest clenched. He pulled you tighter against him and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, princess, for not coming the other times,” he said, “your friends are cool, I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”

“Because you’ve never known anything but judgmental assholes on an ego trip. They don’t get you, not the way I do – the way these people could,” you said, frowning in indignation for him. Eddie’s heart all but stopped. Shit, he loved you so much he could explode with it.

I want to be with you everywhere

The words climbed up from his heart, to this throat, and stalled at his mouth. He exhaled, frustrated, and kissed your forehead instead. “Besides, they’re our friends now. Angie and Carlos said they’d come to your gig next week!”

“Really?” He asked, rearing back his head. His inner turmoil taking a backseat.

“Yeah,” you said, beaming. “I think Carlos’ girlfriend had actually heard you guys before. She said you were good and now he’s convinced he’s gotta come check it out. I wouldn’t be surprised if Angie’s D&D group came too.”

You motioned for him to get closer, looking around you cautiously. Eddie leaned down and you whispered: “I’m inviting Sienna too, that way maybe Angie will grow a pair and talk to her!”

You smiled, glancing back at your friend and sighed. “She deserves to be happy. She’s had a bit of a rough few years. She loves love and I want her to get it, you know?” Eddie’s throat closed in on itself.

“Yeah,” he croaked, “I know.”

/////

Eddie was sure that the craving he had for you, the desire and desperation, would never fade. He’d be old and grey and you’d still turn him on at the drop of a hat.

“Eddie, please,” you breathed, your voice high and desperate. “Eddie!”

He loved the way you moaned his name. He loved the way your nails dug into his back, leaving reminders that you craved him just as much as he did you. Eddie loved the way he fit in between your legs, the way you fit together, and the way it chased away the darkness around him.

Eddie tugged your leg up further and you both groaned at the new angle. He choked when he felt you tighten around him. “Holy fucking Christ, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me.”

You laughed lightly, head thrown back, and legs tensing as he pumped into you faster. “You shouldn’t – ah – take the lord’s name in vain,” you teased and Eddie huffed a laugh.

“He understands,” Eddie panted, his pulse pounding, kissing your neck sloppily. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

“Oh,” you sighed, your legs tightening further his waist, your hand looking for his. Eddie intertwined your fingers together, knowing it was your sign that you were close. He closed his eyes, concentrating on chasing his own and felt it begin at the base of his spine. Your hand squeezed his and right as he felt you both at the edge, your other hand came up to his face. Eddie opened his eyes, surprised, and you were looking at him with a soft smile.

Your eyes darted between his and a slow smile grew on his face. He felt his chest cave in at the adoring expression you wore openly. He squeezed your hand back and almost jumped in surprise when you bared down on him suddenly, your eyes closing, and your grip become steel. You moaned into his ear and in your mindless search for him, reached up and tugged his hair just shy of painful. He groaned, stilling as he felt a flash a white and a constellation of shooting stars behind his eyelids.

With a wet exhale, he collapsed on top of you. He waited until he could feel his limbs before rolling you both over. You squeaked when he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I missed you,” you said after you’d both caught your breath.

“I missed you too princess,” he said, kissing your temple. “Three days was too long.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, trailing your fingertips down his arm, “finals kicked my ass.”

“I’m a great study partner,” Eddie said, bringing his other arm to the back of his head.

You snorted and he feigned hurt. “I’m offended.”

“I’m sure you are,” you snickered, “doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Wooow,” Eddie huffed, “I wine and dine you and this is the treatment I get?”

“You opened the door and we barely made it to your bed,” you said, shooting him a look.

“Right, and who’s fault is that? I drove all the way to your favorite restaurant, laid it all out, a whole night for m’lady. With only the purist of intentions, I welcomed you into my home. Then you jumped me,” he teased, “clearly you only want me for my body, daughter of Satan.”

You laughed heartily and Eddie let it wash over him, warming him. “I did jump you,” you admitted, surprising Eddie with the lack of argument or quip. “I just…feel like I can’t be fully happy without you there. Like a piece of me is missing. I was jumping out my skin and when I finally saw you, it felt like my heart was going to explode. Ugh, doesn’t that sound corny?”

Eddie’s pulse pounded in his ears. It was corny, especially for you, who despite loving the cheesiest things he said to you, you rarely indulged him back. Eddie looked down at you, to reassure himself that you weren’t a figment of his imagination.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, hiding in the crook of his neck. Your light laughs and warm skin made all his nerves stand at attention.

This one, his heart thumped. He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he felt you bite down onto a fading bruise from the week before. He jerked, surprised, and couldn’t help his laugh at the sight of your triumphant, mischievous smile.

“So,” you grinned, thrusting your hips down to his and Eddie was suddenly acutely reminded that he was still buried inside you. His body, however, was completely aware by the feel of things. He couldn’t keep a groan in, his entire body coming alive at your touch. “Ah, how about you jump me this time? I promise to let you lead.”

You waggled your eyebrows, your expression silly and comfortable, and delicately brushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead. Eddie smiled, ignoring the lost opportunity – besides, what kind of asshole said it for the first time during sex? – kissed you and fell a little more in love.

He was pathetic.

/////

Eddie was having a shitty day. They were rare, being a ray sunshine like himself, but they happened.

Wayne knocked on his door and Eddie grunted. He didn’t try to hide the scent of the joint in his hand, just glanced over at him.

“You should go see her,” Wayne said, not forceful but stern. “She wasn’t the best but she was still your mother. She loved you the best way she knew how.”

Eddie nodded, not sure if he’d make the drive up to the cemetery but he didn’t want to start an argument. Not that Wayne would force him but, Eddie hated the idea of disappointing Wayne any more than he already had.

“Alright, I left you a burger in the oven if you want it,” Wayne said, sighing. “I’ll be back by tomorrow night. Why don’t you call one of your friends?”

“They’re busy,” Eddie lied.

“What about your girl?”

“She’s got a test tomorrow,” Eddie said, which was the truth, he’d watched you start studying yesterday – you were frantic and sure you were going to fail. You always said that though, a chaotic usual for you.

“I love you kid,” Wayne said quietly, “if you need me, uh, you can call me at Sam’s.”

Eddie didn’t know if it was the joint or his uncle’s once a year display of affection, but he felt completely gob smacked. He was sure his expression showed it because Wayne made a quick departure.

Great, now he couldn’t even say it to his uncle. Quite literally, the only family he had left.

Turning back to staring at the ceiling, Eddie heard a muffled knock at the front door. Wayne’s surprised voice quickly followed and a short laugh.

“Be gentle with him today, honey. He’s in a mood,” he heard Wayne say. Eddie frowned. There was only one person Wayne ever laughed with.

He heard a knock at his door and you peeked your head in. “Hi hot stuff.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked. “Didn’t you have a study group tonight?”

“We both know I’ll probably ace the test anyway,” you said lightly, stepping in and closing his door softly. “You know, it’s considered a little rude not to answer your phone when your girlfriend calls.”

Eddie glanced at his phone. He’d managed to accidentally knock it off the receiver with his bag.

“I’m joking, in case that’s not obvious,” you said, hopping onto the bed and patting your thighs. Eddie laid his head on your lap and let the comfortable silence settle. Closing his eyes, he let the smoke furl within him, relaxing his shoulders.

He felt you trace the shape of his eyebrow, your fingers light and the action familiar. It helped dull the ache in his chest, like a balm he could never apply himself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

Eddie looked up at you, your expression open and eyes on him. Sometimes, in middle school -- when the bullying was at it’s worst because his growth spurt wouldn’t hit him until freshman year of high school. Even then, he still couldn’t punch for shit but at least he was taller than most of his classmates – Eddie would wonder if he’d ever get the chance to have someone who loved him again. Everyone else had parents, siblings, and cousins. He had Wayne; who, to give him credit, tried his best. He worked two jobs and long hours so it was inevitable that he wasn’t able to be around much. Eddie had only had himself growing up, and his abundance in energy, to rely on.

“Today’s my mom’s death anniversary,” he said, still a little numb.

“Hmm, okay,” you said, running your fingers through his hair methodically. “Do you want to talk it through, be mad about it, or distract away from it?”

Eddie glanced up, surprised. What little people knew always apologized, or worse, said she was watching over him. Guiding him. Which was bullshit because if she was supposed to be guiding him, she wasn’t being a better mother in death than she was in life.

“Can I choose two?”

“You, Dungeon Master, can choose whatever you want. This is your game,” you said, tracing his lips.

Eddie smiled and turned his face into your stomach. “She wasn’t a bad mom, she was just – not mentally checked in. She tried her best but it wasn’t good enough and I hate that I feel that way.”

Your hands ran up and down his back slowly, a soothing motion, the knots untangling themselves. Eddie watched you reach for his arm and squeeze it three times in a row. It seemed to activate a part of his memory because he turned to look at you. “You do that sometimes, with my hand, does it mean anything?”

He watched, a little surprised, as you startled. “Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you looked down at your hand, as if needing proof, and flushed.

Interesting.

“It’s a habit leftover from my dad,” you said, smiling at the memory, “Dustin was too young to remember but, he was super affectionate. He was always hugging us, holding our hands, giving us compliments. He loved seeing my mom light up or Dustin giggle at the attention. One day, I must’ve been like six years old, I told him that I felt bad that I wasn’t as loud or open with my affection like Dustin. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him, you know?”

Eddie nodded; he could imagine you as a little kid. Serious, protective, and a little badass.

“So, he told me that whenever he was holding my hand and I squeezed it three times, he would know that I…” Your eyes darted down to his and away quickly.

Love. That you loved him. Eddie’s heart sputtered, begging to be let out so it could jump into your hands. It wanted to go home.

“Um, he would know that I cared too,” you finished after clearing your throat. “After he died, mom, Dustin, and I just kept up the habit. It’s dumb, I know, but-”

“It’s not dumb,” Eddie interjected, hating the way you wouldn’t look at him. He felt the answer in chest. He knew now, that you felt the same – at least on some level. “It’s not dumb at all. It’s pretty fucking cool.”

I love you.

He wanted to sing it to the world but the words wouldn’t come. He felt caged and frustrated at his inability to just fucking say it. Your hand pulled him from the slippery slope of insecurity and he looked up at you.

“I…I care about you a lot. I just, want you to know that I know you care about me too,” you whispered. “Don’t stress, okay? At least not on my behalf. I’m not going anywhere.”

His blood froze. For some reason – whether it was his mother, his fucked-up childhood, or simply to prove everyone wrong, he wanted to be the first one to say it. He wanted to be able to scream it from mountains and for you to never doubt that you were so, so loved by him. It’s what you deserved. He just…wasn’t ready and you knew that. Somehow, you knew. You always knew. Maybe there really was a God, and maybe his mother had guided you to him. Luck, circumstance, religion, a club campaign, whatever it was – he’d never be more grateful for anything.

“Three was my mom’s favorite number,” Eddie said, the memory floating up to the front of his memory, “she said it was divine number. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. She used to drag me to church ever Sunday. I hated it. She thought it’d help with my energy or put me on a good path.”

“Clearly, it didn’t work,” you joked. Eddie pinched your thigh and you laughed, smacking his hand away.

Eddie continued to tell you stories about his childhood, about his mom. Her good days and bad days. How he’d sit with her on the bad days and sing to her because whenever he was sad, she’d sing to him. She was the first person to teach him that music was healing.

You listened, attention completely on him, and he reached for your hand. You smiled, letting him play with your fingers while he spun his stories. Feeling brave, he squeezed your hand three times. You returning smile was blinding and Eddie couldn’t help but think that sometimes, being brave was worth it.

/////

Eddie was obsessing and spiraling. Two things that should never go hand in hand when it came to him. It created a chaos even he didn’t know how to climb out of.

Enough was enough, Eddie berated himself. He had to stop dicking around and tell you.

What if you didn’t say it back? He smacked his head. Idiot, you already knew and were taking it at his pace. Isn’t that what you’d both alluded to last month?

Your six month anniversary was next weekend. Eddie would do it then. Gareth had already handed him the key to his uncle’s cabin in the woods this morning and it was burning a hole in his pocket. Eddie almost had enough money to buy that kickass necklace he saw at the mall. He knew you’d love it by the way your eyes had stuck to it when you’d walked by the store.

Eddie groaned, anxiety still thrumming in his chest.

He had a plan, goddamn it. He was going to buy roses, the necklace, and enough condoms to last a fucking apocalypse. He was going to tell you over dinner, because it was the truth and he was making a big deal out of nothing. Of course, you loved him back. Didn’t you show him every day? Eddie wanted a future with you, he’d all but admitted that to you already. He was going to graduate in three months, start working at the record store downtown, and finally ask you to move in with him. He was going to stop being a goddamn coward.

A knock at the window startled him so hard he smacked his head. Fuck. He glared at your laughing expression and unlocked the door.

“You did that on purpose,” he groaned, rubbing his head.

“Maybe,” you laughed, breathless from your jog over to the car.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, turning to you.

“Hi,” you greeted back. You leaned across the center console and kissed him. Eddie grabbed your collar, held you in place for a minute, and deepened the kiss. “What was that for?”

Eddie grinned. “Can’t I be happy to see my lady? Even after she tried to scare me to death?”

You rolled your eyes. “You saw me twelve hours ago and it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me the first two times I shouted your name.” Your hand tangled with his and his chest lightened as he felt you squeeze his hands three quick times. He brought your hands up to him and kissed your knuckles. He squeezed back and you beamed.

“Okay, so you wanna hear about what happened with Sienna and Angie?” You asked, settling into your seat as he started the car.

“Always,” he grinned, pulling out the lot.

After including him on your day, Eddie let you know about his. He loved this part, the intimacy of it. “Ah, and Gareth gave me the keys,” he said, fishing the key ring from his pocket. “we’re good for next weekend.”

You grinned, bouncing in your seat a little and Eddie laughed. Your excitement was contagious. “I’m so excited! I’ve never been to that part of Indiana. Maria said it was beautiful, that there’s a lake nearby we could swim in.”

Eddie smiled, nodding along to your growing list of plans for that weekend. The light in your eyes and wide smile was wreaking havoc on his ability to keep it together.

The urge to blurt it out now was strong but Eddie gripped the wheel tighter. You deserved better. It was one week until spring break. He could last one week.

/////

Eddie really, really should’ve told you earlier. In his defense, he didn’t think that shit was going to hit the fan this badly. He was supposed to be in a cabin, two hours north, blissfully in bed with you. Instead, he was on this God forsaken lake, watching Harrington get pulled under the water.

"Don't you dare," Eddie growled, his hand gripping your wrist desperately. You couldn’t be thinking about jumping. He couldn’t let you.

"He's my best friend," you said, desperately, expression decided. "Eddie, he's been my best friend since I was three. I can't - I can't let him drown. I'm the next best swimmer, I was the other co-captain. I'll be right back okay sweetheart?"

"Henderson," he exclaimed, his panic clawing at his throat, "don't do this to me."

“You’d jump if it was me,” you said, peeling off what he knew was your favorite jacket and tossing it to the bottom of the boat. You reached over, grabbed his hand, and squeezed three times. Eddie’s anxiety shot through the fucking metaphorical roof. There was no way he was letting you go. Who knew what the fuck was down there? “Eddie, you wouldn’t let me drown.”

Eddie heard his voice hitch a touch too hysterically. “Because I want to marry you some day! I can’t do that if you’re jumping blindly into God knows what!”

“I know, but it’ll be okay,” You kissed him and Eddie tried to tighten his grip on you but you slipped away and jumped into the water quickly. Eddie dove to the side of the boat desperately.

“You can’t just kiss me and leave! Don’t Han Solo me!” Eddie let out a frustrated shout. "I can't fucking believe this," he grunted, standing at the edge of the boat without hesitation.

"Are you jumping in?" Nancy asked, her tone surprised and gaze frantic as she searched the water for the two of you.

Eddie glared at her. "She's the love of my life, of course I'm jumping in," he huffed, "Harrington better be fucking alive or I’m going to kill him myself."

Did he just admit to Nancy Wheeler, of all fucking people, that he loved you? He wanted to slap himself. After half a year, the first person he said it to -- wasn’t even his girlfriend. The panic in his chest didn’t let him dwell on it too long. You could be dead at the bottom of this stupid lake for all he knew. That thought sent him in a downward spiral. The memory of Chrissy’s body flashed across his mind, freezing his entire being. You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t -- he wouldn’t survive it. Eddie Munson wasn’t a hero but he’d be damned if he stayed behind while you went headfirst into danger.

He felt a hand grab his and he turned to see Robin's determined face. "Let's go," she said, taking a deep breath. Eddie nodded, trying not to think about it too much, and jumped down the rabbit hole.

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Eddie was pretty sure his heart was ripped from his chest when the first thing he heard after falling through that weird ass portal was your screaming. It was guttural, primal, and worst of all - painful.

He angrily swiped the water from his eyes and found you — and what a magnificent sight you were. You had a broken oar in your hands, using the splintered end to stab through a demented looking bat. Alive. You were alive.

Scared and turned on, again. Damn if this wasn’t a cycle with you.

Without wasting another second, he ran towards you, picking up the other end of the oar from the ground.

His heart almost stopped again when he saw one land on your back, its claws ripping at your sweater. “Get the fuck off her!” He screamed, grabbing it by the tail and flinging away.

You whirled around, oar cutting through the air, and smacked it into the ground. Without hesitating, you jumped up and slammed both feet onto its head. Eddie winced as the bone fragments – holy shit what was his life – splintered under your feet. You flipped your hair out of your face, sweat beads across your forehead, and beamed at him. “Thanks sweetheart,” you said, spinning around and hitting another like you were passing out homeruns for free.

Eddie had three seconds to realize two things. One, he definitely had a boner. Maybe he should see someone about that. Two, he was never going to love anyone else as much and as deeply as he loved you.

“Duck!” Nancy screamed and Eddie hit the floor, knees scraping against the ground. He watched her smack another creature with her flashlight and he joined the fight.

Within minutes, Steve ripped the last one apart, spitting out a worrying amount of blood. Eddie watched you steady him and Steve caught his eyes. Eddie was surprised to see a glint in them.

"If you say anything about being turned on right now, I'll kick you," he said dryly to Eddie.

"You found it hot too?" Eddie said, unable to keep the touch of hysteria out of his voice. "Don't sexualize my girlfriend like that man, not cool."

Steve chuckled, moaning immediately after and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're both idiots." Robin pointed to the portal but soon, more screeching came from the skies.

Nancy herded you all towards the trees. "We need to hide, come on!"

Eddie came up to Steve’s other side and helped him limp into the refuge of the woods. You all covered a fair amount of ground quickly, everyone stopping to duck under the same rock he’d hidden by a few hours ago as a group of the bats flew by.

You and Nancy had ripped a few pieces of your shirts to tie around Steve’s oozing wounds. Eddie swallowed around a lump in his throat and reached for you when you’d stepped back.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, hands running down your body.

You shook your head at him. “Just a few bumps and scrapes. This isn’t my first rodeo Munson. You should’ve seen me last time,” you said, reeking of exhaustion and terror but still joking. He was pretty sure you did it to put him at ease.

Eddie felt his entire world tilt off its axis as he stared at you. You were dirty, bloody, and were still clinging onto the broken piece of oar like it was a deadly weapon. He thought back to you a few minutes ago and smiled. He guessed it was deadly. Eddie reached out to you and you immediately turned to his touch. You sometimes reminded him of a sunflower, always turning towards him. You never left, never judged, and never expected more than he could give.

This one, his heart thumped. Eddie felt adrenaline rush through him once more, the world disappearing around you.

"I love you," Eddie blurted out, wincing at the way your lips parted in surprise, "I'm sorry I'm finally saying it when we're in this hellhole and you're bleeding but we might die."

"I sincerely hope not," a Robin-sounding whisper muttered behind you both.

"I had a plan, in the cabin this weekend, I was going to - that doesn't matter anymore," Eddie's felt a surge of determination. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as long as you'll have me, so I can't continue onward looking for Wheeler's guns - which, when the fuck did someone like Wheeler have guns? Although I wouldn’t have pegged you for being strapped either and then you stabbed those things like a goddamn warrior queen – which was hot by the way-”

"Eddie," you said with what looked like tears in your eyes, guiding him back to his original point.

"Right. I fucking love you princess. So don't be the hero, at least not without me," he said. "Wherever you go, I go, in this monster hunt, okay?"

Eddie watched as you said nothing, your eyes welling up and your grip on him tightened. After a few beats of silence, you spoke. "I love you too, Munson. So much."

"Yeah?" He said, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"Of course, how could you ever think otherwise?" You said, peppering his face with kisses. "I willingly listen to that awful band when you drop me off for work almost every week."

"Woman, do not insult Metallica in my presence," he grumbled, kissing you anyway. Eddie was pretty sure you could upend his entire life and he’d still follow you like a lost puppy. "Since we're airing things out, might as well go for gold - when we're out of this shithole, move in with me?"

You beamed. "Took you long enough to ask."

"I was going to ask this weekend!"

"Mhmm."

"I had a whole plan. Moving in was penciled in right after the second round, when you were all distracted, boneless, happy, and less likely to argue with me."

"I never argue with you," you huffed.

“What are you doing now?”

Eddie felt his entire body beam at you when you wrinkled your nose, huffing. “We’re discussing, Eddie.” God, he loved your haughty I-know-better-than-you voice.

"Princess, you're arguing with me about arguing with me."

"I'm not."

"Jesus, is this their foreplay?" Nancy muttered. You turned to glare at her.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie answered, smirking when you whipped your glare to him. “Well, at least I’m turned on.”

At that, Steve snorted and while you fought your smile - shaking your head – he could see it slowly growing.

"This is cute and all and I’m for you," Robin called out, "but we really need to keep moving."

"We're right behind you," you yelled back, loosening your grip on Eddie. He watched you reach up and bring your mouth to his ear. “Let’s get the fuck out of here so we can finally get that weekend away.”

Eddie’s blood thrummed, like it always did when you teased, and he reached out for your hand. “After you, m’lady.”

You both lagged a few feet behind the trio, your grip on his waist tight.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie turned to you, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

“I would’ve waited for you to be ready to say it,” you said quietly, “I never mind waiting for you.”

This one.

“I wanna be with you everywhere,” you sang softly, snorting when he shook his head at you. He really did love that damn song, not that he’d ever tell you that. Although, he’s sure you knew.

“I know,” Eddie said, and he did. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too, goof,” you said, grinning at him.

Eddie smiled and squeezed your shoulder three times.

#eddie munson x reader

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callsign-fox · 3 years ago

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You Look Good - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Mitchell (Pilot - Call Sign: Fox)

Prompt: You attend a Gala for the Navy where you run into an old friend.

Words: 1.7k // No Warnings

Thank you @mrsroosterbradshaw02 & @fanficgirl429 for reading it over for me!!

I really enjoyed writing this one so if it does well, I plan on doing multiple parts! Be sure to let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo

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Lively music filled the grand ballroom as I sat beside my uncle picking at my food. I glanced around the room looking for familiar faces as he conversed with another Commander to his left.

I placed my fork on the table in front of me after taking a few bites of my meal. The food was always sub par at these events, but the alcohol was very much desirable.

I stood up, excusing myself as I walked over to the bar. My hand instinctively straightened out my navy satin dress before speaking to the bartender.

“Champagne, please.”

He nodded and handed me a flute. I quickly brushed a piece of hair that had fallen on my face behind my ear, and thanked him.

“You clean up nicely,” a male voice said from behind me.

I turned around to see Bradley Bradshaw, the boy I had grown up with. He looked exactly the same minus the addition of a new mustache. He was also taller, and broader. In fact, he wasn’t a boy at all. I realized as he stood in front of me with a black tux on, that he was indeed a man.

I smiled, “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

He stepped forward and placed his empty beer bottle on the bar. “What are the chances I'd run into you here. How long has it been?”

“Almost six years. I think the last time I saw you I ran into you at the academy. You were smaller then.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I’ve been beefing up a bit. Have to stay fit in the Navy.”

I nodded before taking a sip of my champagne, “Well, you look good.”

“Hey, Fox,” Another man appeared beside us, a bright smile on his face, “Congratulations on graduating top of your class. Your family must be so proud!”

He held his drink up to me and I took another sip of champagne, “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

The man left as quickly as he came and I turned back to Bradley.

“You graduated top of your class?” He asked, and I nodded. “Your dad must be so proud. Wasn’t he top of his class?”

“No, he was 2nd in his class. It turns out I’m the better pilot.”

We both laughed and I couldn’t help but admire how handsome he had become. He stared at me for a moment, and I felt my heart beat a little bit faster.

He quickly looked away, but before he did I could have sworn I saw him blush.

After a brief moment of silence he finally looked at me again, “I’d like to catch up more. It’s been too long. Come and have a drink with me on the terrace?”

“I’d like that.”

Bradley and I couldn’t control our laughter as he reminded me of the time he stole one of my dad's old mustangs and took us on a joyride to get ice cream.

“I don’t think I’d ever seen him so angry,” He said, taking another sip of his beer.

“Oh, I’ve seen him angrier.”

He laughed, “When?”

I continued laughing, “When you got into that fight in high school! I was positive he was going to kill you. I remember crying and begging him not to!”

“Oh shit, I remember that.”

I shook my head, “He had to go down and beg them not to expel you!”

“It is possible he didn’t kill me because you were so upset, so thanks for that!”

“You’re welcome.” I leaned back in the chair and looked at my empty glass, “It seems I’m in need of another drink.”

Bradley pointed to the collection of bottles and empty champagne flutes on the table, “I think we drank all the alcohol.”

I looked over at the empty beer bottles on the table and a memory filled my mind.

It was a stormy night, and Bradley and my dad had been arguing for hours. They had both been drinking, which didn’t help. I tried to get a word in to try and diffuse the situation, but they both ignored me. They were so stubborn. I sat quietly on the couch minding my own business as they fought. After they were finally done screaming at each other, I remember Bradley packing his bag and leaving, forever.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

I was pulled from my thoughts to see Bradley leaning forward in front of me, his elbows resting on his knees.

“You never said goodbye that night.”

He sat up straight, his eyes boring deep into mine. “I know. I’m sorry.”

My vision became blurry as my eyes filled with tears. I took a deep breath and smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing worth dwelling on now. I’m happy to see you, really.” I started, wiping the corners of my eyes carefully to not mess up my makeup, “Should we get another drink?”

He was still staring at me and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“What?”

Bradley smiled, “Will you dance with me?”

This time I stared at him. He held his hand out to me, not bothering to wait for an answer. I smiled and placed my hand in his and he guided me into the building and onto the dance floor.

He gently wrapped his arm around my waist, his finger brushing lightly over the bare skin of my back. My breath hitched at his touch, and he pulled me in closer.

I looked up at him and he was already staring down at me. “So, Fox,” he started.

I smiled at that.

“Is there anyone special in your life?“

The two of us moved side to side, dancing slowly to the music.

My arm slithered around his neck, and I pressed my free hand against his chest, “Not at the moment, no.”

He pulled me closer, “That’s good to know.”

I took my bottom lip between my teeth, “What about you Rooster, anyone special in your life?”

He smiled, “How do you know my call sign?”

“Ice told me.”

Bradley nodded, “Of course he did.”

“He misses you, so does Mav.” His eyes were still locked on mine and I continued talking, “I miss you too.”

His eyes flicked down to my lips and then back up again to my eyes, “No, there isn’t anyone special in my life.”

His lips were so close to mine, so plump, and beckoning me in. His nose brushed mine and I took a deep breath as his hand inched lower on my back.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked.

I didn’t hesitate, “Yes.”

He followed close behind me as I turned and headed toward the elevator that would bring us down to the lobby. I nodded and waved to people I knew as I walked by them, Bradley doing the same.

When we got to the elevator, I pressed the button and it immediately opened up to let us in.

Once the elevator doors shut, I turned to Bradley who was already beside me, and pulled him into me. We stumbled back as his lips crashed into mine, the taste of him warming my core. I was pinned between him and the elevator wall as his hand moved up my thigh and grabbed tight to my ass.

“This isn’t weird, is it?” He asked, his words shaky.

My heart raced and I took a quick breath, “Maybe a little, but I can get past it.”

He laughed and moved his hand to my cheek, as his lips moved in sync with mine.

A few seconds later the elevator buzzed indicating we arrived at the lobby. Bradley quickly took a step back as I straightened out my dress. The doors opened to a crowd of people saying their goodbyes to one another.

“I have a room at a hotel up the road, if you’re interested.”

I nodded and he grabbed my hand, moving us toward the exit.

“Y/N.”

I dropped Bradley’s hand and turned around to see my uncle in his fancy white tux.

“Hey, Ice.”

”Hey honey. Last I saw you, you went to get a drink, where have you been? And who’s your friend?” He asked, pointing at Bradley who still had his back to him.

Bradley turned around and nodded, “Hey.”

Ice looked back and forth between us, a surprised look on his face. “Bradley! It’s nice to see you, kid.”

Bradley and Ice shook hands.

“It’s been too long,” Bradley said, looking at me before turning back to Ice, “How’s Sarah?”

“She’s doing well. Uh-I didn’t know you two were talking again,” he gestured between the two of us.

I nodded, “Yeah, we just ran into each other tonight. It turns out we have some mutual friends that are having a fire on the beach so he was going to give me a ride.”

“Uh huh,” Ice mumbled, “So you don’t need a ride back to the house tonight?”

I shook my head, “No, I’ll sleep at my friend's place. I promise that I’ll be back before breakfast.”

He hesitated, “Okay, well, be careful. And Bradley, take care of her.”

Bradley nodded and I placed a kiss on Ice’s cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow, promise.”

He nodded back at me before I turned and followed Bradley out of the hotel to his truck.

“Ice knows,” I said, walking in step beside him.

Bradley shook his head, “He does not know,” he followed me to the passenger side door of his truck, “No way he knows.”

I leaned against the door, “When I was still too little to fly, and dad took you, he would drop me off with Ice and Sarah. I know him a lot better than you do, he knows.”

Bradley leaned forward and placed one hand on the door beside my head, the other wrapped around my waist, “Okay, so he knows. We’re both responsible adults, we can do what we want with who we want.”

I laughed, “Uh huh.”

He stepped forward, closing the gap between us, “You’re not changing your mind, are you?”

My lips brushed his ever so slightly and I smiled, “Absolutely not.”

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filmtv2022 · 2 years ago

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Moving Foward: Chapter 1 (18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Summary: Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her.

Warnings: Nothing really for this first chapter, but later installments will certainly be 18+.

Word Count: 1, 979

A/N: The idea for this story kind of came as a surprise to me, but I knew that couldn't let it go once it took root in my mind. I hope that you all enjoy this first chapter, and I promise there will be more Bradley moments very soon. I'm excited for their relationship to change and grow as the story progresses. I make no promises on how quickly I will update this story, but I hope that you'll stick with me as I get back into my writing flow. Additionally, I apologize for any and all mistakes.

The Southern California sunset kissed your skin, the warmth radiating down to your bones. Pulling off your helmet, you locked it in the top box of your motorcycle before striding across the parking lot toward the Hardeck. A familiar bike was parked a few spots away, the sight of it brought a flurry of emotions. The bar wasn’t yet crowded, and the faint sound of the jukebox poured out into the world as you threw open the front door.

Carefully you pulled the aviators from your face, hanging them by a bow on your bomber jacket. The leather was filled to the brim with patches, each one a physical reminder of the job that consumed your life. Glancing around the sparsely populated bar, it took no time to find the person you were looking for, his focus concentrated on the cell phone in his hand. Closing the distance between you and the older man, you couldn’t help but make yourself known.

“You struggling to read that phone old man?”

Maverick’s head snapped up to find the voice that had just spoken to him, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening as a wide smile spread across his face. Standing up to greet you, his strong arms pulled you into a hug before holding you at arm’s length and giving you a once-over.

“Y/N Kazansky, my God look at you!”

“Pete Mitchell, how the hell are you? I kinda can’t believe he managed to get you back here. You must’ve royally fucked up this time.”

Breathing a laugh through his nose, Mav took a moment before responding, “Yeah, well… your father’s very persuasive. And they are called orders for a reason.”

“That is very true.”

“Now, here’s the real question, how are you feeling?” Maverick’s green eyes were serious as he captured your hands in his and guided you both down onto seats at the bar.

“Cleared to fly, so there’s that,” wanting nothing more than avoid this topic, you averted your gaze from his.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Don’t give me that look, Mav. What do you want me to say?”

“It’s the only one I’ve got, and I want you to answer my question. No bullshit.”

“I feel fine, Uncle Pete. The Navy says I’m good, so I'm good. Can we please not talk about this right now?”

“All right, we can do that.”

“Thank you,” inhaling deeply you sat back on your seat, “I missed you ya know.”

“Missed you too kid. Can I even call you that anymore?”

“Only if I can keep calling you ‘old man’ ”

The tension began to fall away allowing for easy conversation to flow. Several minutes passed before someone returned to the bar to take your order, their surprised voice cut directly into the story Pete was telling.

“Jesus, a Mitchell, and a Kazansky are sitting at my bar. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Looking up, you couldn’t help but smirk at the woman standing before you, “Come on now, Penny. You wound me, when have I ever caused a problem?

“Oh, it’s not you I’m worried about, it’s that one,” gesturing to Pete with the glass in her hand she continued to speak as she wiped down the countertop “Better judgment seems to disappear when he’s around.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you and Penny shared a laugh at Maverick’s expense, his scoff audible.

“Here ya go, Lieutenant,” Penny slid a tall glass of what had always been your favorite beer across the bar, letting it come to rest in front of you.

“Uhh… thanks, Pen, but can I just get some ice water?”

“Sure,” her eyebrows knitted together at your request. Penny and Maverick shared a look as she turned to fill up a glass with water. A question was clearly written over her features but now wasn’t the time to discuss it. Knowing this, Mav shook his head ‘no’ nearly imperceptibly. He knew why there had been a change, and that you’d share when and if you were ready.

“There ya go,” a fresh glass of ice water sat on the counter in front of you now, a slice of lime hanging on the rim as the sides already started to form condensation.

“So, Pete, what are you doing here?” Penny’s eyes narrowed as she assessed him, her gaze leaving no room for escape.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Feeling the shift in conversation you decided this was your moment to exit, there would be plenty of time in the coming weeks to catch up with your godfather, “All right, I’m gonna take this as my sign to go. Have a great night you two. Oh and Penny, don’t be afraid to ring that bell.”

With your drink in hand, you slipped off the stool and headed toward the pool tables, determined to snag one of the high tops before the rest of the evening rush hit the bar. Golden light continued to melt into the space warming the leather seats closest to the windows. The heat was just enough to be felt through your jeans as you pulled yourself up into the high chair. It’d been a long time since you’d been home in San Diego, and it was nights like this with the perfect temperature and blue sky painted in bold oranges and pinks that made you nostalgic for a time in your life when things were simpler. A time when death seemed like a far-off concept.

Sipping the cool water, you tried to focus on the roll of the waves against the shore. The rhythm settled your heartbeat with each wash over the sand. Lost in the beauty, you missed the sound of approaching steps, it was only the loud boom of his voice that yanked you from your peaceful daydream.

“Is that Y/N Kazansky? Look here Coyote, it’s a shining example of nepotism in the wild.” turning to look at his friend, he started to speak again before looking back at you, “You cleared to fly yet, Riot? Or did the Navy finally decide to ground your ass for good?”

“Leave me alone, Seresin.”

“Oh come on, sweetheart. I’m just askin’ the question we all want to know.”

“Fuck you, Bagman.”

“Oh, don’t be bitter… I’m just speakin’ the truth.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t give a shit,” fully over this interaction, you made to leave, on your way out you heard Hangman’s voice rise over the crowd once more. Yet again, insulting fellow aviators. It seemed to be the only way he knew how to speak.

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix. And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

Choosing to ignore the conversation unfolding back at the pool table, you continued to make your exit. A quick stop at the bar to drop off your glass and then you were on your way out officially. The warm air flooded around you as your boots hit the gravel. Not wanting to stop, you kept your eyes down focusing solely on the crunch of the stones beneath your feet. You were almost back to your bike when the sound of music blasting from a car radio yanked your attention back up. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sight before you.

Frozen in place you watched as Bradley Bradshaw threw his Bronco into park and flung open the door. His Hawaiian shirt fluttered in the wind as he slammed the door behind himself. From a distance, it was easy to stare, to take in the way that time had changed the man you once knew even better than yourself. It was easy to forget for a second just how much had happened, just how broken the pair of you had become.

Not wanting to draw attention to yourself, you waited until Bradley had disappeared inside the building. Satisfied that he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, you grabbed your helmet and prepared to ride. The engine grumbled life below you, and in a matter of seconds, you powered your way out of the lot.

The ride home was short, but even so, it flew by in record time. Whether that was due to your speed or lack of concentration... it’d be difficult to know. The light in the kitchen could be seen as you walked up to the front door. Pushing it open, you followed the glow. And there she sat, her face in her hands staring down at the papers on the table.

“Hey, Mom. Everything okay?”

Startling, her light brown curls bounced, her hand flying up to clutch her chest, “Oh, Jesus Y/N you scared me. Yeah, everything is fine sweetie. Just some bills.”

Standing quickly, she pushed back from the table, taking the papers with her. Her slippers scuffed lightly over the wood floor as she busied herself, refolding the towel in front of the oven multiple times before moving to unload the dishwasher.

“You’re home early. Did you have a nice time with your uncle? How was he?”

“It was good, yeah. He seemed anxious to be back here, but he’s doin’ good,” your body sagged at the memory of how the evening had actually turned out.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, honey?”

“I’m fine, just a little tired. Is umm… is dad still up?”

“No, sweetheart, he went to bed a while ago.”

“Oh, okay,” taking a pause you let your emotions settle for a second, “I’ll just talk to him later I guess.”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?”

“I know, Mom,” pulling her in tight for a hug, you inhaled deeply taking in the smell of her perfume. The floral sweetness enveloped your sense, easing the tension in your shoulders a little, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You let go of the hug first, dropping the hold on your mother, and giving her a kiss on the temple before moving away down the hall to the stairs. The steps were steady under your feet as your hand slid up the banister. One step at a time you reached the landing, and turned left toward the room that had been yours since childhood.

With the door closed firmly, you practically fell down onto the worn mattress. Your back burned with a dull ache, while the throbbing in your left knee and hip pulsed more acutely. The pain had become your constant companion. In the darkness of the unlit room, it was difficult to see beyond tonight, beyond the hurt, beyond the nightmares that sat just out of sight, but you’d made a promise. A promise to keep going. Tomorrow would be a new day, a fresh chance to find your way back to what you’d been before… if that was even a possibility.

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