#I MISS HIS FACE I MISS HIM MY BABYYYYYYY

[backtochicago]

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The honey to my moon 🌬

Husband!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

《A/N》: I'm back babyyyyyyy. Sort of. I don't know, we'll see. This is inspired by 'Alrighty Aphrodite' by Peach Pit so take a listen if you feel like it!! FYI this can be read for ANY Leon (like most of my Leon fics) I just use RE4R Leon in the banner bc of favoritism <3

~Fi 🐝

(Pssst, my requests are open!)

《Content》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, cockwarming, creampie (don't do that) consensual groping. Very, very sweet, of course! Lotsa domestic moments with Leon, basically a collection of cute moments I think would happen on your Honeymoon <3

Reader is implied to be chubby/ has stretch marks and tummy fat bc who doesn't???? (I still love you if you don't)

《Word count》: 3.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The, not quite shrill, yet still very annoying sound of your alarm ripped you out of your pleasant dreams. With a soft groan you stirred in the arms of your husband, which you were comfortably pressed against.

After a quick rub of your eyes, a smile formed on your lips as you remembered what day it was.

You turned to face Leon, admiring his peaceful expression for just a moment before you couldn't resist the twitching urge in your fingertips anymore and you gently ran them down the bridge of his nose and over his cheek.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his nose scrunched up at the tickling sensation on his skin.

"Happy one week of being married, baby." You whispered softly, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.

A dopey grin tugged at his lips, and he pulled you even closer to him with a soft hum. His lips found yours in a clumsy attempt at a good morning kiss.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife..." he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle and melt into his embrace at the same time.

"Can you believe it's been a week already?" You were cut off by yawn that decided to rudely interrupt your sentence.

"No... feels like I just fell in love with you yesterday." He let out a soft breath as his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger as he slipped into a moment of comfort and love.

You sighed against his skin, feeling sleep still deep in your bones, but both knew you'd have to leave your shared cocoon of affection sooner than you wanted to.

"We have to get up... we'll miss our flight.." You slurred, fighting the heavy drooping of your eyelids from the warmth that Leon enveloped you in.

He grumbled softly under his breath, something about 'ungodly early flights', which made you crack a grin.

"Alright, up we go.." he groaned, heaving his body into an upright position, with you still securely in his arms, rubbing a hand over his face to get rid of the tiredness that remained in his muscles. With a peck to your nose, Leon stood from the bed, stretching his arms and neck with a yawn.

You crawled up onto your knees, your arms comfortably fitting around the curve of his neck and shoulders as you let your lips find his again in a tender kiss.

"Good morning, my handsome, handsome husband.." You purred, making Leon chuckle.

"Are you copying me, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk as his hands migrated down to your waist.

"It's the highest form of flattery, don't you know?" You replied with a wicked grin, feeling his fingers dig just a little tighter into the flesh of your waist.

"Yeah, yeah.." he playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled, getting out of bed.

"Come on, we're on a time crunch." You let your hand slip from the embrace of his as you made your way to the bathroom.

He quietly followed you, landing a gentle slap on your ass. You yelped at the impact, jumping forward before turning around with angrily scrunched brows.

"Hey!" You pouted, rubbing the faint red mark on your skin.

"Just crunching time, babe." He shrugged with a cokcy smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and huffed some words under your breath, making him snicker.

"Actually, let me help you in there." He declared, reaching you in a few strides and pushing you into the bathroom.

"What- I don't need help brushing my teeth!" You argued, trying to push back against him.

"Who said anything about brushing teeth, huh, honey?" He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"Leon-"

"Whaddaya say we get this Honeymoon started early?" He said against the skin of your neck, trailing soft kisses along the column of your throat.

"No, no, no, we have a flight to catch!" You said sternly, clinging onto the doorframe.

"Oh, come on, baby.. you know how fast I can make you fall apart.." he breathed into your ear, slipping his hands underneath your shirt.

Leon tugged at your middle, firmly enough to make you struggle but leaving enough room if you wanted to back out. With the feeling of his hands on your skin and his breath ghosting deliciously over your neck, you relented, letting your grip on the doorframe loosen.

You gently slipped past the door with him and let out a soft sigh as his lips met your neck once again as the door of the bathroom fell shut.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With packed bags, an excited attitude about going on your Honeymoon and a couple of new love bites just below the collar of your shirt, you were off to the airport.

You yawned as you watched the few city lights pass by, the streets empty. No surprise, really.

No person would willingly be up and about at this hours, except a few joggers (who were clearly insane) and the poor souls who'd just finished the night shift.

Leon's hand envolped yours tightly, keeping hold of it while the other one was loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, as you sped down the highway.

"Don't rip my head off, but.." he broke the silence, making you turn attention away from the lights flashing past the window, "you've got all the papers 'n documents and whatever we need, right?" Leon asked, slightly chewing on his lip.

You would never let him live it down if you forget your tickets and other papers just because of the desperate morning romp that had occurred because of his neediness. You would curse him to the sun if you'd had to cancel your Honeymoon purely because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You chuckled and whipped out a clear folder with a plethora of printed e-mails, copies over copies of important information, and so on.

"Being overly prepared runs in the family." You chirped, waving around the, surprisingly thick, folder. Leon visibly relaxed, a dopey smile gracing his face.

"So that's why the printer ran out of ink." He mused, glancing your way. You shrugged with a mischievous glint in your eyes and Leon chuckled, pulling you into his side to press a kiss to your cheek before going back to driving down the seemingly endless roads to the airport.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"Airport coffee is truly something... special." Leon forced out, clearing his throat and disapprovingly eyeing the dark liquid in his paper cup.

"That's why you get the good stuff." You sipped your hot chocolate smugly, watching as Leon cracked a grin and pulled you into his side.

"Can I have a sip?" He asked sweetly, nosing your hair. You wordlessly handed him the cup as your head went to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll always share with you." A small smile sat on your lips as you quietly told him.

Leon raised a brow at you with the faintest hint of a smirk.

"I know for a fact, that's not true."

"Oh piss off." You grumbled, breaking into a smile.

"Tell that to the cookies you didn't share. Or the leftover Pizza. And the-"

"Okay, okay! Point is, I'm sharing now." You huffed, making Leon grin.

"Thank you, angel." He hummed, placing a kiss to your hairline.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You let yourself fall onto the bed with a thump, sighing in relief at the soft mattress beneath you.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." You said, a little mumbled. The bed shook as Leon dropped down next to you, immediately reaching for your hand.

"A nap sounds nice." He sighed, eyes falling shut. You laid in silence and soft breaths for a moment, already starting to doze off. "We could nap by the pool." He suggested, turning on his side to face you. You rolled over in a similar fashion.

"That's just your excuse to see me in a bathing suit and lather me in suncreen." You snorted, poking his chest. He cracked a smug grin.

"Would that be such a crime? A husband wanting to see his gorgeous wife in a bathing suit?" He defended with a smirk, cupping the back of your neck and gently stroking his thumb along your jaw.

"We could get lunch and maybe some drinks..." You thought out loud, weighing your options. You'd either get a good nap and be hungry when you wake up, or you could get a descent snooze plus some lunch, maybe a cocktail and a shirtless Leon.

"Alright, the pool it is." You declared, watching as Leon almost jumped off the bed with excitment.

You both packed a little bag with the essentials; sunscreen, sunglasses, a book, and whatever else you thought you'd need.

Leon was in the bathroom, making a suspicious amount of clattering noises, when he peaked his head out the door.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you wear the blue one? Please?" He asked bashfully, a pinkish tint on his cheeks.

Your expression softened, and your heart melted.

It amazed you how he could straight up ask you to fuck you before your flight, but asking you to wear his favorite bathing suit of yours was flustering him.

"Of course, honey."

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"... Lee."

"Hm?"

"My ass does not need any more sunscreen."

"Just don't want you to get burned." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder while shamelessly massaging sunscreen into the fat of your rear.

"Leon Kennedy, get your hands off my behind before I beat yours!" You scolded, swatting his hands away.

He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"You can feel me up all you want in private, baby, but not in public."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just doing my husbandly duties and making sure you weren't gonna like a tomato."

"... you're lucky I love you." You narrowed your eyes at him, huffing when he blew you a kiss.

"I love you, angel." He said softly, retreating to his own sun chair.

"I love you too, you cute idiot."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Your wine glasses clinged together as you sat on the cold stone of your balcony, huddle together with blankets and pillows.

It was a clear night, and a few stars decided to show themselves. It wasn't necessarily cold, but the breeze that passed by did make it a little chilly.

There was the crunching of snacks and the chatter and laughter between bites as you watched the stars and the moon illuminate the vast property of the Hotel.

Other couples might've chosen to fancy up and go out for dinner but Leon and you had chosen to do what you did best; not fit in the box.

Instead of eating way too small portions for an outrageous price while pretending that you felt comfortable in such a posh setting and simultaneously being defeated by the ridiculous amounts of forks beside your plate, you had a cozy evening with the love of your life.

You did splurge on the bottle of wine, but it was your Honeymoon, after all.

The gentle gusts of wind coming up from the coast left goosebumps on your skin and a salty taste on your lips.

"Today was really nice.." You spoke quietly, enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Yeah, I think so, too. Can't wait to spend the next two weeks with you like this." Leon replied in a soft and loving tone that almost fell into a whisper. Your head rested on his shoulder, like it usually did, your hand reaching for his.

The cold metal of his ring sent a pleasant shiver up your spine as you entangled your fingers and curled closer into him.

Leon happily obliged your silent plea for closeness and wrapped you in his arms.

"I know that I won't be able to ever put into words how much I love you, so I want you to know that deeply cherish every moment with you." You looked up at him, and his features softened as he gently held your face.

"I know you do. I can... I can feel it. Is that weird? I just sort of feel the love radiating off of you all the time. I hope you feel that when you're with me as well."

You looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky himself, the same ones you were admiring, and everything in him just melted.

"I do feel it. Not only are you my husband, but you're my best friend too. Two-in- one." You smiled sweetly, scooching further up in his hold just to be that little bit closer.

"I'm so glad that I married you." He whispered, firmly pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

You'd never get bored of the feeling when he kissed you, the love and tenderness pouring from it. But there was a slight ache in your heart that you'd never be able to kiss him enough to quench the raging flames inside your chest.

You pulled away for a breath, with puffy lips and shimmering eyes that showed Leon just how much you truly cared for him.

"That makes two."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The softness of the bedsheets on his fingertips made Leon brows furrow. He was expecting a different softness; you.

Laying majestically next to him, bathed in the morning sun that poured in, even through the curtains. He lifted his head off the pillow with a disgruntled sound, blinking away the sleep in his eyes to look for you.

There were trickles and splashes of water that gently broke through the comfortably silent atmosphere. There was a slight breeze coming from the open balcony door, making the curtains sway.

Leon made his way to the terrace and, good heavens, the sight before him was enough to make him lightheaded.

You were perched on the edge of the small stone pool that you were extremely excited about ever since you laid eyes on it, skin glistening from the water with your hair intricately stuck to your back.

That would've been enough to make all the blood from Leon's cheeks to rush down south, making his boxers feel tight, but that wasn't all. There were bubbles.

Soft, foamy suds that clung to your hips and the curve of your waist, truly making you look divine with the morning sun shining down on you. Your legs were swishing in the water, taking in the peaceful morning while everyone else was far off in their dreams.

Leon's mouth hung open slightly, and it took every ounce of power in him to stop himself from drooling, but he didn't waste any time sliding the door open further to get through.

The noise made you look back over your shoulder with a soft smile when you saw him striding towards you.

Strong and familiar arms wrapped themselves around you, trying to discreetly feel you up.

"Good morning, honey." You spoke gently, stroking over his forearms that were tightly situated around your middle.

"Absolutely great morning if you ask me." He chuckled lowly, though not failing to press a kiss to your lips with such affection it almost covered any seductive intent behind his words.

"Christ, baby, you look heavenly..." he breathed against your ear, sliding his hands towards your hips to knead at the plush flesh and feel the shimmering grooves of stretch marks beneath his fingertips.

"Thought I'd wake you up with a little surprise for being the best husband a girl could ask for." You replied sweetly, trying to play innocent as if his calloused hands on your wet skin didn't ignite an inferno deep in your gut.

He let out an amused chuckle, slyly moving one hand to the pudge of your belly and the other kneading one of your soft tits.

With a soft sigh, you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"You look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam, do you know that?" He asked gently, making your head spin with the way he was so easily drowning your mind in both lust and affection.

You chuckled, turning on your knees to face him.

"Well, then... will you do me the honors and be my Ares?" You purred, trailing your hand down his chest all the way to his cock straining in his boxers, cupping the member and squeezing gently.

A groan ripped from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Whatever you wish, my love." He whispered, guiding you back into the natural stone pool, watching with a ravenous gaze.

His underwear was quickly discarded, and he joined you in the water, backing you up against one of the rounded walls.

One hand on your waist, the other carefully placed on the back of your neck to cushion the hard edge of the stone

. His lips found yours in a loving manner, quite the opposite to his lusting eyes that raked over your naked form, but as much as Leon wanted to devour you, he wanted love you.

He reveled in his love for you. All he needed was to be close to you, as close as reality would allow and if that entailed him buried to the hilt inside your delightful cunt he wasn't one to complain.

Your bodies were pressed together, your tits squished up against his chest, and his dick laying heavy between your thighs. Your lips and tongues danced together like they had done so many times before, eliciting the occasional soft groan or sigh from you and Leon.

The bubbles littered on the water surface stuck to his broad back as you ran your fingers down the length of his spine.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asked breathlessly, staring at your blown out pupils and puffy lips.

"Mhm, yes, please... need to be closer.." You responded equally as breathless before fiercely capturing his addicting lips once again.

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and with a shuddering breath he pushed past your lips and slid snuggly inside of you.

"F-Fuck... my perfect girl... God, I love you so much.." he groaned as quietly as he could, feeling a shiver run through him at the warm embrace of your gummy walls.

He quickly muffled himself by gently biting down on your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held him tighter, suppressing any sounds you might've made. Leon slowly rocked his hips into yours.

They weren't full thrusts, but they didn't need to be. This wasn't about an earthshattering orgasm that would knock the wind from your lungs, it was about feeling close and loved and his lazy and sloppy movements into your pussy did just that, with an added bit of pleasure.

Leon continued to rock his hips, dragging his heavy cock against your insides just right.

His pelvis hit your clit perfectly with each sloppy thrust, his happy trail adding to the euphoric sensation.

You were seeing stars by now.

Both of you were still sleepy and sensitive from waking up recently so you were at the brink of your edge already.

"Le-Leon.." You managed to get out between quiet moans that you were trying your best at biting back.

The sloshing of the water and his heavy pants were the only things in your mind as you felt the tight coil in your belly snap.

"Love you, I love you..." he slurred as he, too, reached his end. He came inside of you, pulsing against your insides.

The squeal that you felt bubbling in your throat was quickly swallowed by a hungry kiss from Leon.

He supported himself against the stone, catching his breath before he maneuvered the two of you around so you were straddling him, still nice and full.

"I love you so much, Lee." You hummed, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind if everyday started like this." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple when you lazily slapped his arm.

"Mhm, wanna crawl inside your ribcage and live next to your heart.." you mumbled, tuckered out.

He chuckled and gently stroked your back.

"If anyone else said that to me I'd be concerned."

"You put a ring on it." You argued, pulling your hand from the water and holding it up to him.

"Hm, that I did." He hummed, gently taking your hand and kissing your ring.

"And I'd do it all over again."

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(Yes, I'm aware of the bad and weird things that happen between Aphro and Ares, [poor] Hepheastus, man.] Just let me have this okay)

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★ LATE NIGHT CALLS ★

☆ sohee x male reader

-> idol!sohee x non-idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff

contents: soft!sohee, clingy!sohee, longing, hotel room, tour shenanigans, falling asleep on facetime, established relationship, idol au, long distance, sohee’s missing you, sohee’s wearing your clothes, cute pet names, teasing, playful banter, emotional support, comfort, post-concert feelings, mutual pining, sweet talk, flirting, sohee thinks he’s cuter than your pet

wc: 2.5k

summary: sohee's on tour, living his idol dreams, but his heart's back home with you. after a thrilling concert, he calls you for a much-needed nightly facetime date.

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the bass was still thrumming through sohee’s veins as he stumbled into his hotel room, the adrenaline from the concert slowly ebbing away. his muscles ached, his throat was raw, and his hair was a sweaty mess, but god, he felt alive. the screams of the fans, the pulsing lights, the rush of performing – it was all still fresh in his mind. but as he closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a heavy sigh, another feeling crept in.

longing.

sohee’s eyes darted to his phone, lying innocently on the nightstand where he'd left it before the show. he bit his lip, fighting the urge to grab it immediately. no, shower first. he needed to wash off the grime and sweat of the performance before he could even think about calling you. but fuck, he missed you so much it physically hurt.

dragging himself to the bathroom, sohee stripped off his stage outfit, leaving a trail of sequins and leather in his wake. the hot water hit his skin, and he let out a groan of relief. as he lathered up, his mind wandered to you. were you at home right now? what were you doing? had you watched any fancams from tonight's show?

the thought made him blush, remembering how he'd blown a kiss to the camera during his solo, knowing you'd be watching later. god, he was whipped.

stepping out of the shower, sohee wrapped a fluffy hotel towel around his waist and padded back into the main room. his suitcase lay open on the floor, clothes spilling out haphazardly. but he bypassed all of that, reaching instead for a familiar, oversized hoodie folded neatly on top. your hoodie.

sohee buried his face in the soft fabric, inhaling deeply. it still smelled like you – a mix of your cologne and that indescribable scent that was uniquely you. he slipped it on, reveling in how it enveloped him, hanging off his frame. a pair of your sweatpants completed the ensemble, and sohee felt instantly calmer, safer. it was like being wrapped in your arms, even if you were thousands of miles away.

finally, finally, he allowed himself to grab his phone. his heart rate picked up as he opened your chat, seeing the string of messages you'd sent throughout the day.

[sohee’s phone pov]

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: good morning sunshine!! hope you slept well~

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: break a leg at the concert tonight (not literally ofc)! you're gonna kill it babe

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: saw some previews on twitter... how dare you look that good wtf

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: that outfit should be illegal smh

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: love youuuu cant wait to talk later!!

sohee’s cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. how did he get so lucky? he quickly typed out a response, fingers flying over the keyboard.

[your phone’s pov]

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: babyyyyyyy im back!!

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: missed you so fuckin much today

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: can we ft?? pls pls pls i need to see your face

he bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for your reply. it came almost instantly.

[sohee’s phone pov]

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: ofc!! give me 2 secs

sohee’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw the incoming facetime call. he scrambled to answer, nearly dropping his phone in his haste.

and then there you were, your beautiful face filling his screen, and sohee felt like he could breathe properly for the first time all day.

"hi, baby," you said, your voice soft and fond. "how was the show?"

sohee couldn't help the way his lips curved into a pout, eyes going wide and pleading. "it was good, but i missed youuuu," he whined, flopping backwards onto the bed. "feels like forever since i last saw your face."

you laughed, the sound making sohee’s heart skip a beat. "we facetimed this morning, you big baby."

"that was hours ago," sohee protested, holding the phone above his face. "do you know how many hours that is? too many. way too many."

"poor baby," you cooed, your eyes crinkling with amusement. "however did you survive?"

sohee’s pout deepened. "i almost didn't. i think I'm dying of you deficiency. it’s a real thing, look it up."

you snorted, shaking your head fondly. "you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you," sohee shot back, grinning when he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

"smooth talker," you muttered, but sohee could see the pleased smile you were trying to hide. "so, tell me about the concert. how’d it go?"

sohee launched into an animated retelling of the night's events, gesturing wildly with his free hand as he described the crowd's energy, the special stages they'd prepared, and the couple of minor mishaps that had occurred (like when anton had nearly tripped over his own feet during the dance break, saved only by wonbin’s quick reflexes).

"—and then during my solo, i did that thing with the rose, you know? where i bite the stem? and i swear to god, i thought the fans were gonna riot," sohee giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "i blew a kiss to the camera too, did you see? that was for you, babe."

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "god, i saw. nearly had a heart attack, thanks for that."

sohee preened, feeling a rush of satisfaction. "good. that was the goal. gotta keep you on your toes, ya know?"

"trust me, you do that plenty without trying," you said dryly. "speaking of which, is that my hoodie?"

sohee glanced down, as if he'd forgotten what he was wearing. "oh, this old thing?" he said innocently, tugging at the collar. "maybe."

your eyes softened, a tender smile playing at your lips. "you’re wearing my clothes again?"

"always do when i’m away," sohee admitted quietly, suddenly feeling shy. "makes me feel closer to you. like you're here with me."

"baby..." you breathed, looking at him with so much love it made sohee’s chest ache. "i wish i was."

"me too," sohee whispered, curling up on his side and holding the phone close. "i hate being away from you. i know it's part of the job, but fuck, it's hard sometimes."

you nodded, understanding in your eyes. "i know, love. but hey, at least the time difference isn't so bad this time, right? we can talk more easily."

sohee perked up at that. "true! small mercies, i guess. still hate time zones though. wish the whole world operated on sohee time."

"and what, pray tell, is sohee time?" you asked, amusement clear in your voice.

"it’s whatever time lets me talk to you the most," sohee declared matter-of-factly. "duh."

you laughed, the sound warming sohee from the inside out. "of course, how silly of me. clearly that's the only sensible way to measure time."

"now you're getting it," sohee grinned, winking at the camera.

as your conversation continued, sohee felt the stress and exhaustion of the day melting away. just hearing your voice, seeing your smile – it was better than any post-concert high. he could talk to you for hours and never get bored.

and that's exactly what he planned to do.

"so, tell me about your day," sohee said, shifting to get more comfortable. he propped his phone up against a pillow, freeing his hands to play with the strings of your hoodie. "what’d you do while i was out here being a superstar?"

you rolled your eyes at his playful bragging, but there was fondness in your expression. "oh, you know, just pined away dramatically, waiting for my idol boyfriend to notice me."

sohee gasped, clutching his chest. "how cruel of me! making my precious honey bunny sugar plum wait like that. i’m a monster."

"honey bunny sugar plum?" you repeated, eyebrows raised. "that’s a new one."

"i’m trying it out," sohee said with a cheeky grin. "too much?"

"definitely too much," you laughed. "but somehow still cute coming from you."

sohee preened at the compliment, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "everything's cute coming from me. i'm the cutest."

"can’t argue with that," you agreed easily, making sohee’s blush deepen. "anyway, my day was pretty normal. went to work, had lunch with some colleagues, came home and watched some of your fancams-"

"ooh, which ones?" sohee interrupted eagerly, sitting up straighter. "did you see the one where i did that body roll during get a guitar? the fans went crazy for that one."

you groaned, covering your face with your hands again. "yes, i saw that one. multiple times. i think i've memorized it at this point."

sohee wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "like what you saw, babe?"

"you know i did, you menace," you grumbled, peeking through your fingers. "it should be illegal to look that good."

"aww, you're making me blush," sohee cooed, even as his cheeks flamed red. he batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly. "tell me more about how hot i am."

you snorted, dropping your hands. "as if your ego needs any more stroking. you fish for compliments more than my pet fishes for attention."

"hey!" sohee protested with a pout. "i resent that comparison. i’m way cuter than your pet."

"debatable," you teased, laughing at sohee's indignant expression.

"take that back!" sohee demanded, jutting out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "i'm the cutest thing in your life and you know it."

you pretended to think about it, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, i don't know... my pet is pretty adorable..."

sohee let out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. "i can't believe this betrayal. my own boyfriend, choosing his pet over me. i’m heartbroken. devastated. i'll never recover from this-"

"oh my god, you're such a drama queen," you laughed, shaking your head fondly. "fine, fine, you're the cutest. happy now?"

sohee immediately brightened, his pout transforming into a dazzling smile. "ecstatic," he chirped. "i knew you'd see reason eventually."

a comfortable silence fell between you, both just content to look at each other for a moment. sohee’s eyes traced every detail of your face, committing it to memory. the curve of your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed – he loved every inch of you.

"i miss you, you know?” sohee said softly, his earlier playfulness giving way to a more vulnerable honesty. "like, really miss you. being on tour is amazing, don't get me wrong. i love performing and meeting fans and all that. but sometimes... sometimes i just want to be home with you."

your expression softened, a mix of love and sympathy in your eyes. "i know. i miss you too. so much. but i’m so proud of you, you know that right? you’re out there living your dream, and i couldn't be happier for you."

sohee felt his eyes start to water, overwhelmed by the love and support in your voice. "even if it means we're apart so much?"

"even then," you assured him firmly. "yeah, it sucks sometimes. but seeing you on stage, doing what you love? it’s worth it. you’re worth it."

a tear slipped down sohee’s cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. "god, i love you so much," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "how did i get so lucky?"

"i ask myself the same thing every day," you replied with a soft smile. "now stop crying or you'll set me off too."

sohee laughed wetly, sniffling a bit. "sorry, sorry. i’m just feeling extra sappy tonight i guess."

"post-concert emotions?" you guessed, and sohee nodded.

"probably. everything feels more intense after a show, you know? the highs are higher, the lows are lower... and right now, missing you is like, cranked up to eleven."

you made a sympathetic noise. "i wish i could hug you right now."

"me too," sohee sighed, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over his hands. "this helps though," he added, gesturing to the oversized garment. "it’s like a hug from you, kinda."

your eyes softened even further, if that was possible. "i’m glad. does it still smell like me?"

sohee nodded, bringing the collar up to his nose and inhaling deeply. "yeah," he mumbled into the fabric. "s'nice. comforting."

"good," you said, your voice warm. "i sprayed some of my cologne on it before you left, hoping it would last."

sohee’s heart swelled at the thoughtful gesture. "you’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?"

"i try," you said with a playful wink. "someone's gotta keep up with korea's sweetheart, right?"

sohee groaned, burying his face in his hands. "oh god, don't call me that. it’s so embarrassing."

"but it's true!" you insisted, grinning widely. "my boyfriend, the nation's darling. stealing hearts left and right with his angelic voice and killer moves."

"stooooop," sohee whined, peeking through his fingers to glare at you halfheartedly. "you’re the worst."

"i thought i was the best boyfriend ever?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow.

"both. you’re both. simultaneously the best and the worst. it’s very confusing."

you laughed, "i'll take it. as long as you still love me."

"always," sohee said without hesitation, dropping his hands to reveal a soft smile. "no matter what."

the conversation flowed easily from there, jumping from topic to topic. sohee told you about the prank war that had broken out between the members on the tour bus (seunghan was currently winning, much to everyone's chagrin). you filled him in on the latest drama at your workplace, complete with exaggerated impressions of your coworkers that had sohee in stitches.

as the night wore on, sohee felt his eyelids growing heavy. he tried to stifle a yawn, not wanting the call to end, but you caught it anyway.

"getting sleepy?" you asked gently.

sohee shook his head stubbornly, even as another yawn escaped him. "no, m'fine. not tired at all."

"uh-huh, sure," you said, clearly not buying it. "when’s your schedule start tomorrow?"

sohee pouted, knowing where this was going. "not till noon," he mumbled reluctantly.

"then you should get some sleep," you insisted. "it’s late, and you need to rest after the concert."

"don’t wanna," sohee whined, clutching his phone tighter. "if i go to sleep, you'll hang up. and then i’ll be alone again." sohee bit his lip, considering. "...can we stay on the call?" he asked hesitantly. "even if we're not talking? just... knowing you're there helps."

"of course," you agreed immediately. "whatever you need. i’m here."

feeling reassured, sohee nodded and settled down into the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. he propped his phone up on the pillow next to him, angling it so he could still see your face.

"comfy?" you asked, and sohee nodded sleepily.

"mhmm. wish you were here though," he murmured, already feeling himself start to drift off.

"i know, love. soon, okay? just think about the moment you come back, i’ll be waiting for you."

sohee smiled at that, his eyes fluttering closed. "promise?"

"promise," you confirmed softly. "now get some sleep, superstar. i love you."

"love you too," sohee mumbled, already half-asleep. "so much."

as he drifted off, the last thing sohee was aware of was the sound of your steady breathing through the phone, and the comforting scent of your hoodie surrounding him. it wasn't the same as having you there, but for now, it was enough.

he fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of the day he'd be back in your arms for real.

[parisiterileymoon]

Angel dust x cook!Reader

Reader’s pronouns: you/yours (implied reader uses he/him)

Tw: description of injury, allusions to workplace a***e angst angst and more angst babyyyyyyy

~~

You could hear your beloved Anthony burst through the doors of the hotel, loudly complaining. He had all the reason too, considering his work environment. You walk up to him, placing a hand on one of his top two arms. “Angie?” You say, tenderly. “Do you want to talk?” He pulls his arm away and slumps over at husk’s bar. “No.” He tells you, plainly. You nod, looking down and to the side. “Well…I’m here if you do.” You know just the way to cheer him up. Food. Lucky for him, your specialty is Italian food. You make your way to the kitchen and about a half hour later you come back to a vacant bar, penne alla vodka in hand. You make your way up to angel’s room. You use your free hand to know on his door to be met with “fuck off.” “It’s me, tony. I made you dinner.” He opens the door and you see him in all his glory. Mascara and eyeliner running down his face, a black eye and a bruises running down his face and neck. He is wearing a blanket on his head and wrapping it around head and shoulders. He takes the bowl of pasta with his bottom two arms and gives you a small smile. “Can I come in, darlin’”? He takes a breath and adjusts his hair with one of his top two arms.“Why~? Ya miss me~?” You look at him blankly. “I don’t have to be angel dust right now, just Anthony.” He looks a mix of offended and nervous, though you can’t quite tell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hands the bowl back to you. “I don’t need your pitty or your food.” He shoves you and the food spills on the ground. He then slams the door and, little did you know, he slides down with the back of his head against the door. “Why did I do that?” He asks himself. You will get to him eventually.

Right?

~~

A/N: hii! I hope you liked it, this is my first hazbin fic:) if you see any problems please comment! Constructive criticism is encouraged!!!

[bazthefirstborn]

Subby JJK Characters (smut edition)

read at your own risk minors dni please!!

a/n: feel free to request anyone you like for something like this! It doesn't have to be JJK specific, I just miss getting character asks and need inspiration lol send me your thoughts!!!

YUUJI ITADORI:

MY BABYYYYYYY

sweetest service sub ever

will literally do anything for you with no questions asked

all around the best boy <333

not shy whatsoever and will literally beg you to fuck him in public

please get him a collar. please.

look me in the eyes and tell me this boy would not be the BIGGEST puppy play enjoyer

come on he is literally a golden retriever and I am HERE FOR IT

plzplzplz let him cockwarm you with his mouth :(((

stressed after a long day of work? he's ready and waiting, face down, ass up, on the nearest surface, spurring you on to take it out on him <333333

tired and hard? he's there, sitting on the couch, ready and waiting to ride you into oblivion <33333

I could go on but alas I have more to write :)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO:

likes missionary so he can kiss you and hold your hand

literally must be touching you at all times, 24/7, 365

is a pillow prince

he tries to help out, but he just gets so overwhelmed with pleasure

loves to just sit there and watch you pound him to oblivion

will wear a cute outfit and make you dinner and do all the rose petal things just because he's horny but doesn't know how to communicate it

secretly wants you to fuck him in front of a trusted party but will never ever do it and never tell you

you doing anything in public will get him hard

doesn't like quickies (unless necessary) so he just hides behind you until you get home and fuck his brains out

wants you to fuck him so hard he forgets every problem and insecurity he has

NOBARA KUGISAKI:

we all know that she’s the biggest pillow princess

you have to fuck the attitude out of her bc she is the biggest brat

she wants you to eat her out until she can’t think anymore

the biggest punishment for her is making her please herself

she literally can’t do it anymore

loves cumming on your face, thigh, cock, literally anything she wants it to be on you

always wants you to cum inside her because she’s worried about messing up her hair

wants to ride you once in a while, because she loves seeing your face

likes doggy style in front of a mirror bc she wants to see you and also doesn’t want to stare at her own face, but loves seeing her body when you pound into her

TOGE INUMAKI:

babygirl <333

the amount of times I have thought about him sucking you off-

gets so easily overstimulated and cries easily

is really careful around you bc of his curse

sososososososo sweeeeeet

always puts you first no matter how bad he wants it

is a literal MASTER of teasing you in public without words (obviously lol)

he KNOWS what his lil puppy dog eyes do to someone bro

wants you to destroy him so he forgets about all of his pain and duties

sweet boy loves pretending to be innocent

but we all know he wants you to bend him over and fuck his brains out

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 13

SEASON 1 FINALE BABYYYYYYY no pregame thoughts!! only watch

Spoilers in the reactions (obviously):

OH MY GOD! i really thought i missed something or like an episode for a second bc of how this episode begins

jfc Leverage don’t scare me like that T^T

Jim Sterling >:((((((

THEY HAVE THE HEIST MUSIC LETS GOOOOOOOO

Parker my beloved 😍

the build up has me so exited

ELIOT MY BELOVED 😍😍

HARDINSON MY BELOVED 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

lmao Nate doing the chair turn-around cliche • love him

he sounds very drunk tho 🥺 concerned 🫠

“I got out of sales.” “Oh, so what are you in now?” “Theft.” Love you Nate <3333

Hardinson 🥰

Nate should punch this Ian Blackpoole guy, as a treat

Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!

Oh? 👀 Parker and Sophie are both surprised to find each other 👀 was this heist actually heists plural??? 👀👀👀👀

OH MY GAWD IS IT??? IS IT HEISTS PLURAL????

And they just let Nate leave??? 😂😂😂 he told y’all, to your face, that he will rob you and you let him leave????

IT’S HEISTS PLURAL!!!!

Eliot and Alec sitting in an elevator: K I S S I N G 😙😙😙😙😙

lmao did Alec buy a fucking mansion???

Noooooooo the crew is mad at each other 🥺🥺🥺🥺 stop that. it was an episode ago, sure, but still

Nate: “Why are you guys even here >:(“

Everybody: “they insulted us! and I have a reputation to uphold!”

Everybody and what they don’t say: “bc we care, okay!”

Alec wants to talk 🥺 but Parker is avoiding it (on purpose or oblivious…idk)

Nate can be so stuck up sometimes 🙄 love him tho

“You want…Eliot to…feel out my wife??” Words I didn’t think Nate would say

“Ex, Nate. Ex-wife” Sophie 😂😂😂

Sterling’s fucking reaction to the museum security 😂😂😂😄

Maggie!!!!!

NATE 😂😂😂

ELIOT 😂😂😂😂😂

THEY ARE IN THE VAN 💀💀💀

Nate getting fucking ROASTED

NOT EVEN IN BED 💀💀💀

NOT THE GIFT BUTTON CAMERA 🫢

Is he gonna tell her 👀

OHHHHH WILL HE SHARE 👀👀👀👀

OMG HE IS

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

HE TOLD HER

YES MAGGIE!!! TELL HIM

oh 🥺

Oh no we’re getting a flashback

ow 🤧

awwwwwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AH FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOO

SHIT

THEY KNOW ABOUT MAGGIE

omg they included her in the planning

PARKER 💀💀💀 WHY

“That is confidential” girlie, these are crooks

Parker I love you 🥰

Lmaooooooo poor Nate (doesn’t feel bad for him at all)

Ah fuck they know!!! Sterling could you stop being a stalker and let the heist continue in peace >:(

Oh that poor museum guy 😅 he’s having the worst day

“Everybody knows it’s a fungus” MAGGIE I LOVE YOU

Sophie wants to reconcile with Eliot 🥺 oh wait no, everyone, she doing this with everyone

Oh she’s trying 🥺 she’s bad at it tho. very bad

Fucking spike of stress at Sterling’s appearance 😭 why can’t he just not do his job >:(((

You’re fine, Maggie. I think. I hope. I don’t know

I wanna punch Blackpoole so bad

ELIOT JUMPSCARE

I CHOKED ON MY PASTA

AND THEY DONT SEE HER

IS STERLING JUST PRETENDING TO BE BLIND (nope, he just didn’t see them, wow)

this poor museum guy 😂

we’re fine!!! we’re good!!!! (She is not fine)

YESSSSS

HEISTING IS A GOOOOOOO

WE HAVE A TIMER????

Thank you public panic

EVERYBODY HAS A STATUE

oh this is so funny

Sterling you’re behind now!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA

did they plan for lockdown? 👀 THEY DID 🔥🔥🔥

Sterling, do not threaten Maggie 😡😡😡😡

“I’m the bait” YEEEEEE

THEY STOLE THE PAINTINGS INSTEAD YES

YESSSSSSSSSSS

OH SHIT! STRESSED

GET FUCKED IAN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

YEAH STERLING SWITCH IT UP

Nate turning the lines on Ian 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

AND HE GOT PUNCHED

FUCKING FINALLY 🥳🥳🥳

omfg, THE FUCKING CUSHIONS???

My Nate/Sophie is in conflict with Nate/Maggie

Only solution: Nate/Sophie/Maggie

They’re doing the circle thing

But it’s sad😭

Please don’t separate them!!!! NO SEPARATION

“Let’s see how hard you look” NOOOOOOO PARKER DONT SAY THAT 🥲 NO SEPARATE!!! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE

you know, it hurts more because Hardinson would look for her T^T he would always try and find her while Parker finds new ways to hide and blend in

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DONT BREAK THE CIRCLE

COME BACK

BACK I SAY

Y’all listen to the tv score and turn around—

WHAT???? THATS IT????

NO!! NO IT IS NOT

THAT IS NOT THE END OF SEASON ONE WHAT THE FUCK

General thoughts:

Uh, so, what the fuck 🫠 I am so sorry to everyone who watched this show live that cliffhanger is just….so evil.

Actually so happy to see Maggie get included with the crew, and it was nice to see that things weren’t just thrown under the rug from the last episode. Like on one hand, I am sympathetic towards Sophie, but on the other, her con put the team in a lot of danger. Danger they did not agree to because their heists are never really on the safe side. So it was fun to see that “yeah, I don’t know if I can trust you like I could before.”

ESPECIALLY WITH ELIOT!!! He actually admitted that he was feeling at home with the team and getting comfortable and letting his walks down 🥺 so it makes so much sense that he’s not ready to forgive Sophie for breaking that (also, Eliot I swear, we need more episodes focused on you because WHO FUCKING ARE YOU??? Nothing is explained fully, you’re like a jack of all trades, the tank of the team, you have a very tough exterior and I just— I wanna knooooooooooow 😖)

Hardinson and Parker were so fucking cute 🥰 and I love how their relationship is building but also felt really worried because Hardinson really wants to talk to Parker about where they stand, but she’s being very avoidant about it T^T and then!!! she fucking says “Let’s see how hard you look,” WITH A FUCKING SMILE GIRLIE NO!!! DONT PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT ���

ough 🤧 how is this the end of the season……on to season 2 I guess

[kitausuret]

Hi Kita! 💗

It's been a hot minute, but if you need an excuse to ramble about fics then I would love to hear about Dust to Dust! Which characters were most fun to write, are there any particular scenes that you look forward to writing, what are your plans for the boys?

Also, what would you most like to see fanart of for DtD or other symbiote stuff?

Have a lovely day!

Hi friend! I'm still thinking about that wonderful symbiot3 piece you drew for me that I look at a normal amount (every week at least). And I definitely relish the opportunity to talk about DTD... which let's see if I can push out another chapter before I hit a full 12 months since the last update, lol.

Honestly my favorite characters to write have been Dr. Steven and of course Andi Benton. Andi is a given, but Dr. Steven was my favourite person to come out of the Costa run. He's just so wonderful. I love his unashamed earnestness, while still being very pragmatic in many ways. I really love him, and I love any excuse to write him into a scene. I'm excited to write him checking in with Flash, Eddie, and the Symbiote intermittently throughout the rest of the story.

Aside from the obvious things that I've set in motion as of last May's update, I have a bunch of little like... B and C plots I want to try and string together. There's a bunch of supporting cast characters from both Venom and Spider-Man comics that I'm excited to bring on board, and a couple that have cameoed in early chapters that I'll bring back. Obviously the last chapter introduced Harry Osborn Lyman to the cast again, which is mostly self-indulgent, but I also want to weave (get it? weave..? i'll stop) Peter into the story a little more as well. Like it or not he IS a huge part of Venom's story - every Venom - and in particular I want to develop how he will have to... hmm... shall we say... come to terms with Flash and Eddie.... you know...... ;)

Like. He will figure it out. Perhaps unfortunately, for Mr. Peter "I am upset when we are not about me" Parker. But he'll also get over it, because the alternative is losing Flash forever.

As far as fanart? HMMMM I mean I guess really any scene where Eddie and Flash kind of get up in each others' faces, it's a very funny mental image for me. Couple of tough guys. It's about the homoeroticism. Or actually just anything with Andi. No more Eddie/Flash this story is now all about Miss Andrea Benton. They don't matter it's all about Mania babyyyyyyy!!!!

Okay it is very late so I will call this good but thank you!!!!!! for indulging me and letting me go off about all this. My readers are the best~ <3 <3 <3 <3

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

S3 Ep 7 Thoughts (AHS Coven)

the first thing i see is a needle. my heart rate spikes through the ROOF.

are u kidding why a tattoo shop out of ALL THINGS???

OMG KYLE AHJFKGIUR IS THIS PRE KYLE???

"toto is AMAZEBALLS" your honour i love him

his friend jimmy getting a tattoo in japanese with the words 'beginning and end' is actually kinda cool

honeys talking about what he wants to do in life and im just like :(

omg his other friend has a irish tattoo on him thats cute

OH MY GOD NOT SO CUTE BC NOW IT'S ON KYLES ARM BC THEY HAD TO USE DIFFERENT BODY PARTS TO PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER

NO AND HE HAS THE JAPANESE TATTOO NOW? FUCKKK

BABY :(

i think he's realising that he's stitched back together

Oh hey zoe come comfort the boy he literally cannot talk

WHAT WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN BEHIND YOUR BACK? NO!

banger intro as usual

oh my god hey madison you look pretty stunning gorgeous as per usual

"we think that pain is the worst feeling - it isnt. how can anything be worse than this eternal silence inside me?" oh my god.

not me finding comfort in madison now what

OKAY BACK TO KYLE AND ZOE HELP

"hey" zoe walks forward. kyle = flinches back garbles bc SHE HAS A GUN. WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO SHE HAS A GUN!!!

oh shit he's angry he snatched the gun

OH HES TRYING TO SHOOT HIMSELF IN THE MOUTH

yes zoe! dont let man do that!

queenie and miss daisy bonding over fast food = me core

cordelia realising that madisons alive by touching her face and getting visions GO GET FIONA WOOOO

why is fiona getting sexy time with a spirit and a KILLER spirit at that

zoe teaching zombie boy how to communicate <3

oh hes getting frustrated bc he doesnt get it poor kyle

MADISON DONT U DARE HARM KYLE

awh theyre both bonding over dying and coming back to life :(

queenie dont fall for it babyyyyyyy

cordelia and zoe plotting to kill fiona HELL YEAHHHHHH

OH MY GOD KYLE AND MADISON ARE HAVING SEX WHA

POOR ZOE WALKED IN

fiona i dont like you but spirit evil man has been watching over you since you were 8 and thats creepy!

SPALDINGS ALIVE???? um hi bro

interrogate zoe!!!!

YEAH ZOE KILL SPALDING SLAY

madison telling zoe about kyle.... ick

NO THEYRE NOT HAVING A THREESOME ARE THEY????? WHAT????????

NO.

fiona returning to mr ghost man... ew

queenie betraying ms daisy... not on my prediction list

the blood smearing is NASTY

thoughts: what the acual fuck.

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Empire of Storms, day 11

SOMEHOW I DIDN’T REALIZE HOW CLOSE TO THE END WE ARE. I think it’s because I checked this book out from the library virtually to make it easier to carry with me, and I’ve just been reading on my phone. I pulled out the physical copy to read this morning since it’s my day off, and now I realize this the last 100 pages. The traditional, SJM style, shit-hitting-the-fan smorgasbord.

(Bring it on)

Ch 65

Did anybody else try to pair the gods with their main cast counterpart?

“one that was of sea and sky and storms” Rowan

“one of many shifting voices, both animal and human” Lysandra

“one who saw all with wise, calm eyes” Elide? Or maybe Dorian?

“the one of darkness and death.” Lorcan

“the one with a voice of steel and shields and arrows.” Maybe Gavriel? Or Aedion, I guess?

“The one with three faces” Manon

“The princess whirled, her hunting leathers stained and damp, the gold tips on her braided hair clinking.”

NEHEMIA! I missed you so much, honey!

This isn’t Nehemia though, it’s just an echo, just a memory, but oh, it’s still so good to see her again 😭

Ch 66

“When Aelin and Manon had vanished into that mirror, Dorian suspected it was only Aedion's roaring that had made Rowan snap out of the blood fury he'd descended into. And only the throbbing bruise on Dorian's cheek that made Rowan refrain from giving him a matching one.”

He didn’t know what was about to happen though. Idk. I feel like it was a pretty genius idea, there was no way he could have known shit was about to hit the fan. And that they wouldn’t be back.

(They’re gonna come back, right?)

“Maybe Manon Blackbeak would help her do it. Maybe they'd rule over the ruins together.

He wished he'd had more time to talk to the witch. To get to know her beyond what his body had already learned.”

I wish you did, too, Dorian, but you were too busy being horny! Lol

(I can’t say I blame you)

(Live your best life Dorian)

Ch 67

“Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen.

So he had won an army for her. Through the only things Aelin had claimed were all she wanted from him.

His heart. His loyalty. His friendship.”

Omg, Rowan 🥺

GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO GIVES YOU HIS HEART. HIS LOYALTY. HIS FRIENDSHIP.

That’s how you know. He’s top tier husband material.

If Maeve hurts Elide I’m going to scream.

I’ll riot.

I swear.

Ch 68

It’s so fucking devastating to read about Nehemia, plotting her own very violent death.

That shit was so traumatic.

NEHEMIA. I kind of don’t forgive you? Like, did you even realize? How fucked up it was? To die - so violently - so horrifically - but - you didn’t HAVE TO. Aelin was the one who HAD TO. You gave Elena your death.

And for what!

To traumatize your friend into action!

I hate it. I hate it SO MUCH.

The Elena pulling the strings behind it all reveal here. It’s very unsettling, in a high fantasy kinda way. I like the way it feels, that ultimate pain, ultimate sacrifice, chosen one trope, but I don’t believe for a minute that Alien has to die to save the world.

I know we can find another way to solve this riddle. Maybe that’s why Manon’s here. She’s nameless, too, in a way, since she was disavowed as the Heir to the Blackbeak clan.

Or maybe you can give up your name, symbolically. And then be truly nameless. Maybe you can trick Maeve into giving up her name, and kill two birds with one stone here.

Ch 69

(Nice)

This fighting continues.

ABRAXOS is back! Babyyyyyyy! ILU so much! Thank you for coming back so triumphantly!

Ch 70

It feels so unnatural to stop here

I wanna finish reading!

I wanna know what happens next!

[munson-blurbs]

I loveee your blog. I was wondering if you could do a fic about picking Eddie up from a party but he’s really really drunk and he promised his gf he wouldn’t go over board but he did maybe some angst and fluff. You can decide the rest. 🤍😁

Oops this got away from me. Sorry if it’s too rambly.

Warnings: some language, angst to fluff, insecurity

WC: 2.3k lol

--

You wish you could say you're sleeping when the phone ring at 2 AM, but you're still awake, cramming for your history test tomorrow. You've been staring at the review sheet for so long that the words start to go blurry. Eddie was supposed to study with you after his Corroded Coffin gig, but he never showed.

Brrrring!

The ring breaks your focus, and you grab the receiver before your parents wake up. "Hello?" you say cautiously.

"Hey, Y/N," it's Gareth. He sounds exhausted as he relays the message to you. "Eddie got wasted and is refusing to leave the bar until he can see you."

You sigh deeply, riddled with both concern and frustration. Eddie's on track to graduate this year--mostly due to your influence--and he's risking it all to get drunk on a random Tuesday night?

"Can you drive him to my place?" you ask, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

"Lemme ask," he replies, and you hear him call out: "Ed, we'll take you to Y/N, okay?"

"Noooooo," your boyfriend groans in the background. "Wan' her here nowwwwwww."

Gareth brings the phone back to his ear. "So, uh, that's a no-go."

"I'll be right there," you say through gritted teeth, pulling on your sneakers and grabbing your keys.

~

The Hideout is basically empty except for the members of Corroded Coffin. Eddie was slumped over in a barstool, resting his head on the counter. You march in angrily.

"C'mon, Eddie, let's go," you shake him awake. "We gotta get you home."

"Babyyyyyyy!" he exclaims, a drunken grin slowly stretching across his face. "Missed you s'much."

"You wouldn't have to miss me if you came over to study, like you promised," you counter, but you know there's no use arguing with him when he's this far gone.

Jeff scoots off of his stool and walks to you. "I'll help you drag his ass to the car," he offers, and you gratefully accept the help.

"Thank you guys for keeping him safe," you address the group, and they respond with weary smiles and a smattering of don't mention its.

You and Jeff guide Eddie to your car and usher him into the backseat.

"Wan' sit next to you, baby," he whines. "Wan' hold your pretty little hand and kiss your pretty little face."

You shake your head. "Lay down and just...be quiet, Eddie," you mutter, Jeff closes the door and wishes you good luck, and you thank him again before driving off.

"Y/N," Eddie pipes up from behind you, reaching out to touch your arm. You pull away as much as you can without jerking the wheel, "'re you mad at me?"

"We're not talking about this while you're drunk, Eddie," you respond shortly, annoyance evident in your tone.

He rolls over from his side to his back. "I hate when you're mad at me," he hiccups. "Just' wan' make you happy, sweetheart."

You want to scream at him, tell him that what would make you happy is him actually graduating this year, walking the across the stage to get his diploma, maybe even going to college with you. Instead, you clamp your mouth shut and focus on the road.

You leave your car running while you help Eddie out of the backseat and into the trailer. "You're not gonna stay?" he pouts, practically falling onto you.

"No," you reply tersely, "I have to get up in three hours to get ready for school. You know, that place you've been for six years? Where we have a huge history test second period?"

"Oh, shit," he exhales, and then laughs uncontrollably. "Yeah, fuck that place."

You bring him to his bed and place the garbage pail next to it. "In case you throw up," you remind him, heading for the door.

"You're really gon' leave me?" His laughs cease immediately; now, he looks like he's about to cry.

"Good night, Eddie," is all you can manage, too frustrated and disappointed to think straight.

~

Unsurprisingly, Eddie's not at school the next day. You successfully beg Mrs. Click to let him take the test tomorrow, saying that he has food poisoning. She buys the excuse, probably because of Eddie's newly-decent attendance record.

When he told you that he was determined to graduate, that '86 would be his year, you'd held him to it. You constantly reminded him of his goal, turned dates into study sessions, and had some pretty...fun rewards when he got answers correct. D-minuses and Fs gradually turned into C-pluses and B-minuses (with the exception of the "D" in O'Donnell's class, but you can't win 'em all).

You love seeing him motivated, tongue poking out of his mouth as he wracks his brain for vocabulary word definitions and math formulas. You love when he passes a test and hugs you tight, spinning you around, huge smiles on both of your faces. You love when he shows Wayne his grades with childlike enthusiasm, and the older man gives you a little wink.

You don't love Eddie's self-sabotaging behavior, and you plan to make that known.

That opportunity knocks earlier than you anticipate: he's sitting on your front steps when you pull into your driveway.

He looks up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, fidgeting with his rings.

“Hey,” you respond. “Click said you can take the test tomorrow before school.”

“Thanks.” He bites his lower lip. “Can we, uh, can we talk?”

“Go for it. Explain to me why you thought getting plastered last night was a good idea.”

Eddie breathes out, puffing his cheeks. “After our gig, one of the regulars came up to me. He goes, ‘don’t see your girl out here tonight.’ And when I told him you were studying at home, he, um,” his eyes drop in shame, “he asked me what a smart girl was doing with someone like me.”

Your heart pangs with sadness, knowing how sensitive Eddie is about his intelligence, especially compared to yours. Still, it doesn’t excuse his behavior. “So a middle-age drunk makes a stupid comment, and you decide to get wasted?”

“He’s got a point, though,” he says sadly, “and it got me thinking...what if I don’t get into Indiana State with you?”

“First of all, he doesn’t have any point.” You take a seat next to him. “You’re smart; you just need help focusing on the right stuff. And second, we talked about that. You’ll go to Hawkins Community College for two years, get your grades up, and then join me.”

Eddie plows ahead, seemingly ignoring your response. “Or what if I get in, but I flunk out? Or realize that college isn’t for me?”

“Then you’ll figure out what you wanna do, Eds. There’s trial-and-error in it sometimes.”

He sighs. “I miss when I didn’t even try. Couldn’t be disappointed because I already knew I failed.”

You stand up and sling your backpack over your shoulder. “Sorry for ruining your lifelong pity-party.” You start to open the door, but turn around before the key clicks in the lock. “Y’know, Eddie, I really love you. I want you to graduate and experience new things, which is why I’ve pushed you so hard to study and go to class. But I can’t make you want it,” you give him a pointed look. “That has to come from you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want that,” he shoots back. “And maybe we’re just too different.”

You take a step back. You’d thought this was just a typical argument, one that would be resolved with talking and time. “W-what are you trying to say?”

Eddie can’t even make eye contact with you; if he does, he’ll start to cry. “Thanks for talking to Click for me,” he mumbles, gets in his van, and speeds down the block.

~

Three weeks go by; weeks filled with tears and endless games of what-if that your brain likes to conjure up. Good things happened in that time, though: you found out you were accepted into Indiana State with a full scholarship. The first thought that crossed your mind, before even allowing yourself to celebrate, was I wonder if Eddie got in. That brought on a fresh batch of tears.

School is rough. You used to sit at Eddie’s lunch table, legs stretched out on his lap while he rested his arms on your thighs. You’d steal pretzels from his bag when we wasn’t looking, and he’d pretend to be furious when he’d inevitably catch you. Now you eat lunch alone in the library.

And the classes you have together? You do your best not to look at him, acting like he’s not even there. You’ve felt his eyes glance at you, but he quickly pulls them away. He’s made no attempt to reconcile, and you’re not about to force an unwanted relationship.

Finally, you decided to try and distract yourself, heading to Family Video to grab some movies. You definitely need to raid the comedy section, desperate to laugh after being sad for so long. You walk into the store, greeted by Steve saying, “Speak of the devil!”

He and Robin laugh at your confusion, so Robin explains, “We were just talking about you.”

“I figured,” you say amusedly. “Good things, I hope.”

“Just about how Harrington is going to fling himself off of Skull Rock if he has to hear Munson talk about you one more time.” Her answer is met with a subtle jab to the ribs from Steve.

You try to manage a chuckle. “Well, I’m sure he has nothing nice to say about me, since I ruined his ambitions of doing nothing for the rest of his life.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Oh, you don’t...she doesn’t know,” he turns to Robin.

“I don’t know what?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“Um,” Steve hesitates, “Eddie’s still in love with you. He wants to get back together but he’s convinced himself you’ll say no.”

You roll your eyes. “He has a habit of thinking that, doesn’t he? I’ll reject him, colleges will reject him, the whole damn world will reject him.”

“Y/N,” Robin says softly, “isn’t that how it’s always been for him? His dad, the people at school...why would he think any different?”

Her words sink in, forming a pit in your stomach. “I guess...I just thought I showed him that I wasn’t like that.”

“And you did,” Robin reassures you, “but it’ll take time and patience for him to fully believe it. Right, Steve?” She turns to where Steve had been standing, but no one’s there now. “Uh, Steve?”

“Sorry,” Steve calls out from the break room. “Had to pee.” 

You and Robin share a small laugh. Neither of you realize that he was lying until you hear the familiar rumble of Eddie’s van outside of the store.

“Steve, what did you do?” you hiss as Eddie parks and jumps onto the pavement.

“I’m fixing things,” he says with a shrug, pulling you into the back room. You hear the chime jingle and Robin’s voice saying, “She’s in there,” and before you know it, you’re face to face with Eddie Munson.

“I have something for you.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. You only have to read the first two lines:

Dear Mr. Munson,

We are pleased to offer you admission to Indiana State University beginning in the Fall 1986 term.

“You got in.” A few weeks ago, you would have pulled him in for a kiss so passionate, his legs would’ve turned to Jell-O. Now, you only offer him a small smile. “That’s amazing. Are you gonna go?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I won’t know what’ll happen if I don’t try.” He laughs after he says the last part.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’,” he averts his gaze, “that’s, uh, that’s what Harrington said to me when I was nervous about asking you out.”

“He’s always been good at meddling,” you mutter, not unkindly.

Eddie steps towards you, his hand softly nudging yours. “As soon as I got this letter, all I wanted was to tell you. I picked up the phone so many times but I could never work up the courage to dial the number.”

“I’m really proud of you,” you tell him. “But you should do what you want to do, not what you think I want you to do.”

He shakes his head. “I want to give college a shot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared shitless,” he admits shyly, “but I didn’t work this hard for nothing.”

“Well, then, that’s really good,” you offer weakly. “I’ll, uh, see you around.” You start for the door, but his hand gently grabs your wrist.

“Wait,” he blurts out, “please don’t go.” There are tears in his eyes. “I didn’t come here just to show you that letter. I...I still love you Y/N. So much.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I still love you, too. But...you said...”

“I know what I said. And I was being stupid, a coward, running away when things got scary.” You reach over to wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he lets you. “We’re different, yeah, but in a good way. You remind me to keep focused and stay motivated, and I remind you to enjoy yourself and break the rules every once in awhile.”

“We do make a good team,” you concede, allowing yourself to really look into his eyes. They melt you immediately. “But, Eddie, you can’t be getting drunk and blowing off your responsibilities any time you feel insecure.”

He nods. “I know. I don’t want to do that. It hurts me and it hurts you.” He sniffles. “Please, please take me back.” He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, making you giggle.

“Get up, dingus,” you say between laughs, borrowing Robin’s favorite insult. “I’ll take you back on one condition.”

“Anything,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“Don’t become that douche on the quad who plays guitar for the sorority girls.”

Eddie leans into you, pressing a smiling kiss to your lips. “That’s easy,” he says as he pulls away. “I only have one girl I wanna impress, anyway.”

--

[ofstoriesandstardust]

make you miss me (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this has been in my head for days. it turned into the longest thing i’ve ever written without even trying. tis my babyyyyyyy be nice

inspired by “make you miss me” by sam hunt

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: reckless & underage drinking, references to hooking up but nothing explicit, making out, swearing (dude i say the f word at least 16 times), rooster is a cocky, suggestive shit but what else is new, rooster would never take advantage of a drunk woman because his momma raised him right, rooster don’t believe in that toxic masculinity shit he is a CRIER, we don’t get told when rooster’s papers got pulled so i made it up, i grew up near the miramar base and i still don’t know shit about how the military works, when my friend reads this i hope she appreciates my references to ABBA, Amelia is just always at the bar because i said so

word count: 8,053

You’d met Rooster your first year of college. You had come out to San Diego for school with no expectations of what you might find. You were on your own, independent for the first time in your life and you were determined to find yourself. You wanted to let loose and experience college in its fullest, which meant going to parties and hooking up with boys and getting drunk on the weekends and everything else others’ tales of college promised. So when your new room mate invited you out to a bonfire at the beach that night, you knew you’d be a fool to pass it up. You went with her, giggling as you got to the beach, having already pregamed in your dorm before arriving. A drink was thrust into your hand as you arrived to the group and mingled around with the people there. You were beginning to get more than tipsy when your room mate grabbed your arm. You looked at her in confusion, but quickly understood. At the edge of the party stood a group of boys who were far more attractive than your average college student. You bit your lip as you locked eyes with the brunette of the group who's eyes warmed your soul. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he pushed them up as he made your way to you. Your room mate drunkenly squealed as he walked over, hitting your arm. You had to admit, whoever this man was, he was fine. And honestly, this would make for a memorable first college hook-up. “Ladies.” He greeted, lowering his glasses so he could send your room mate a wink. You laughed, taking another sip of your drink. You frowned, realizing it was the last of it, and your room mate realized she was out too. 

"Don’t worry, I’ll grab another round.” She slurred, and she clumsily moved away to grab more. You went to protest but between the alcohol making your brain fuzzy, the fine man standing in front of you, and the fact that she was long gone, you ended up just standing there with your mouth gapping like a fish. 

“You’ll catch flies standing there with your mouth opening like that.” You turned to face the boy in front of you and he leaned closer, gently shutting your mouth. “And we can’t have that because it’s such a pretty mouth.” You blushed, turning away from the man. God, you wished you had more liquid courage. “Hey, don’t look away from me like that. I like to admire your pretty face.” You blushed harder, sure your face was fire truck red, and the alcohol coursing its way through your system was not helping. 

“Well, if you’re gonna be flirting with me so openly, can I at least know your name?” He chuckled. 

“Rooster.” The boy responded and you raised an eyebrow. He laughed harder at your expression. “It’s my callsign. And what do they call you?” 

“I’m gonna pretend I know what a callsign is.” You muttered, causing Rooster to laugh. “I’m (Y/N).” You offered, holding out a hand.

“A handshake, eh?” You blushed but he gave you one in return nonetheless. “(Y/N).” He said, trying the name out on his tongue. “Never moaned that name in bed before.” You turned scarlet at that comment and were thankful another girl you’d been talking to earlier in the night showed up with a drink. 

“Your room mate is next level wasty so here’s this.” She said, handing you the drink. You laughed and thanked her as she disappeared back into the crowd. You took a sip as Rooster frowned. 

“How much have you been drinking?” He asked as you took another long sip to prepare yourself for the fact that you were probably going to end up hooking up with this fine-ass man in front of you. 

“Enough.” You said, shrugging. 

“Is this your first college party?” You groaned, leaning your head up against his-wow he was muscular- arm. 

“That obvious?” You mumbled. 

“Only to a trained eye like mine.” He teased. “Here, let’s go somewhere quieter.” He took your hand, gently guiding you to a picnic table a little farther up the beach. 

“Do you always hold the hands of the girls you’re trying to hook up with?” He laughed, but gave no answer. God, you could get used to hearing that sound. He sat down on the bench, and you settled yourself in his lap. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling off. You were quickly passing tipsy into drunk territory, and it was obvious. The two of you began to talk as the sun set on the horizon, the darkness of night quickly approaching. The bonfire was still raging but you paid them little mind, enraptured with the handsome, and as you learned, sweet boy who's lap you were sat in. You shivered as a breeze ran up the beach, and Rooster gave his jacket to you. You protested, but he wordlessly placed it around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence and you were overwhelmed with how much you genuinely liked Rooster. And how much you wanted to kiss him. He looked at you, staring deep into your eyes, and you began to feel what you could only describe as a spark, something you thought only existed in romance movies. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as your fingers rested on his jaw, rubbing small circles into the skin. “I really want to kiss you.” You whispered, causing Rooster to suck in a sharp breath. The moment was ruined, however, by your roommate appearing suddenly, her boyfriend in tow. She was a local girl and her boyfriend had been designated driver for the night. 

“Sorry to interrupt.” Nick said, and you shook your head, arms now casually wrapped around Rooster’s neck and shoulders. He had a hand gently placed on the small of your back and the other was draped across your legs. “Sam’s wasted, so I’m taking her home. You good to make sure she gets home?” Nick asked, and you realized he was talking to Rooster. He nodded. You looked back to Nick. 

“The two of you know each other?” You asked and the boys nodded. 

“Bradley and I went to high school together. You’re in good hands.” 

“Bradley?” You questioned, turning back to the brunette. He smiled softly at you. Nick bid you goodbye, all but carrying Sam to his car. Homegirl was not capable of making it back there without injuring herself, that’s for sure. You turned back to Rooster. 

“It’s getting late; I should probably get you home soon.” He said, moving to pull you off his lap. 

“I thought you were trying to hook up with me.” You whined, resting your head in the nook of his shoulder. 

“You’re drunk.” He stated. 

“Am not.” You mumbled into his shoulder, even though you definitely were. He laughed lightly. 

“This is your first college party, and your first time consuming alcohol and you’ve had way more than you should for your first time drinking. You said so yourself.” You shrugged. 

“So?”

“So, my mom raised me right. I’m not hooking up with you, not while you’ve been drinking. I won’t take advantage of you.” He said seriously and as much as it warmed your heart to know there were still good guys out there, you were more than slightly disappointed to know that once Rooster took you home, you’d never see him again. And damn it, you really liked the guy. “Don’t look at me like that.” 

“No, I just- I really like spending time with you. And I know that once you take me home, it’ll be the last time I see you.” You said, threading his fingers through his hair. 

“Who says it has to be?” He asked, and you looked at him. “Here, how about this: I take you to go get some food because otherwise your hangover is gonna suck ass in the morning, and it’ll help sober you up. And in the morning, when you’re sober and of clearer mind, we can talk then.” You groaned, falling back into his shoulder.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn nice?” He chuckled. “Can I at least still kiss you?” 

He shook his head. “Sorry babe, but I’m not letting you do something you might regret.” You groaned again. 

“Like I’d regret kissing a handsome man like you.” He chuckled, pulling you off his lap. 

“We’ll raincheck the kiss for another day then.” 

“Promise?” You asked, childishly. Yep, you were definitely still drunk. He laughed, grabbing your hand, effectively pulling you into his side, and squeezed it. 

“Promise.”

-

Rooster took you to get In’N’Out, a California must-try he insisted upon. The two of you sat in his car eating the food in the parking lot in a comfortable silence. Once you finished, he began the trek back to campus and you settled into his passenger seat, enjoying the cool breeze and city lights. You had sobered up a bit, but were still definitely tipsy, so you missed the way Rooster looked over fondly at you as he drove. He returned you to your dorm, walking you up to your room as you realized you were dead tired. You all but collapsed into bed, Rooster chuckling. He pulled the covers over you, tucking you in. You remember him pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered as you fell asleep.

-

You awoke the next morning with a groan, realizing your phone was buzzing. Nick. You answered it, holding it up to your ear. “Hello?” You asked groggily, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes as the headache came rolling in. 

“You alive?”

“Unfortunately. I’ve got a killer headache.” 

“Not surprising, you drank half of what Sam did last night. Speaking of which, we’re going to get breakfast from this burrito place, down the road from campus. Best thing for hangovers. You back in the dorm or did you go home with Bradley?” You shook your head, even though Nick couldn’t see you. 

“No, he wouldn’t let me. Said he wouldn’t take advantage of me while I was drunk. Took me to get In’N’Out instead to help my hangover.” 

“Boy always was a gentleman. Anyways, you want to come with?” 

“Yeah, just give me like twenty minutes to drink some water and down some Advil. And change clothes. Apparently I fell asleep in the ones from last night.” He laughed as you sat up.

“No problem, I’ve gotta convince Sam she won’t puke if she faces direct sunlight.” 

“Okay, see you in a little bit.” The call ended. Nick was roughly two years older than you and Sam. The two of them had been high school sweethearts and she’d followed him to his college. He’d been nice to you ever since you’d met your roommate a few days ago during orientation, which you appreciated. You didn’t have any other friends in the city so the kind gesture meant the world to you. You hopped down off your bed, pulling a fresh pair of clothes on. You noticed on your desk was your bottle of Advil and a water bottle from the vending machine down the hallway. There was a sticky note placed next to it and you picked it up to read it as you downed the Advil and water. 

For your inevitable hangover. 

Text me that you’re alive in the morning

-Rooster

He’d left his phone number on the sticky note and you pulled out your phone to text him when you caught the writing at the bottom, scribbled in such a way that you thought it might have been written in a last-second haste. 

For the record, I wanted to kiss you too

You blushed at that and felt your heart swell. Even though you’d been drunk last night, you remembered all of it. Smiling like goofball, you sent him a text that said hey I’m alive. The bubble almost immediately appeared. 

good to hear :)

The bubble popped up again. 

Any signs of a hangover?

killer headache but the Advil will help

thank you by the way

of course

any pieces of the night missing?

not a one

The bubble popped up and then disappeared. A minute later, it reappeared. 

still want to raincheck that kiss? i’d like to take you on a proper date

only if you want to

of course i want to

when are you free?

-

And so that’s how it began. Although Rooster did kiss you on that first date, the two of you settled into a genuine, comfortable friendship that... wasn’t entirely platonic. No matter how much your friends teased you about having romantic feelings for the brunette, you knew he had huge military aspirations and you didn’t intend to stay in California after graduating. You insisted that you would rather keep your friendship with the boy than blur those boundaries by falling into bed with him or starting a relationship. That’s when things could get messy and you didn’t want messy. Even if your heart ached whenever you heard him talking about a girl or longed for the boy in front of you to be Rooster instead every time you went on a date, you never did anything about your feelings. He was your best friend and you wanted it to stay that way because best friend was safe, and you needed safe. The two of you danced around your feelings, never addressing the situation between the two of you. And it stayed that way for the next two years, until, well, until everything changed. 

-

It wasn’t any different from any other night. Well, it hadn’t been. Rooster had come over to watch movies with you after a particularly bad fight with your Mom about why you weren’t coming home for the summer. It was late and he was dancing with you in your kitchen to ABBA as you insisted on making more popcorn. The two of you laughed through your atrocious dance moves and you felt at peace. He caught you as you stumbled over your feet. You laughed, looking up at him. And suddenly the mood had changed, the spark you had felt that first night appearing again. “I really want to kiss you.” He whispered and you felt time stop. 

“So do it.” He did, cupping your face in his hands. The microwave beeped, but the popcorn and music had been long forgotten as you focused on the soft yet hungry way Rooster kissed you. Your fingers threaded up into his hair, pulling him closer. His hands moved down to your waist. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his hands roam down your waist and onto your ass. He squeezed it and you giggled into the kiss. Your hands found their way up his shirt, running over his finely molded body. He finally pulled away, trying to catch his breath as you whined about the loss of contact. 

“We should go to your bedroom.” Rooster said, and you nodded. He picked you up, carrying you to bedroom. He set you gently down on the bed and you grabbed his shirt to pull him back towards you, intent on continuing the make-out session that had been happening. He hesitated as he hovered on the bed above you. 

“What?” You asked gently. 

“Are you sure? That you want to do this?” You nodded. “Because I mean if not, we can forget about it, go back to being friends, but fuck, (Y/N), if we do this, I can’t go back to being just friends. I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel the way I do for you.” He whispered, leaning his forehead to rest against yours. 

“I’m sure I want this. I’ve wanted this for two years, since that night on the beach.” 

“Then we’ve been wasting a lot of time.” 

-

The next morning you woke up to Rooster laying next to you, smiling at you softly. You blushed. “Stop looking at me like that.” You groaned half-heartedly, hiding yourself under the covers. “Makes my heart do weird things.” He chuckled, pulling the comforter from off your face. 

“Don’t do that, then I can’t look at your pretty face.” You blushed even harder, but smiled at the boy nonetheless. His arm shot out to your waist, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer to him. Your legs slotted between his, and softly began to trace invisible patterns into his bare skin as he moved his fingers through your hair. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before you decided to bring up what had happened. Last night certainly wasn’t something friends did, and neither was this. You needed to address it here and now, or the two of you never would. “Hey, where’d you go?” He asked, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours. You sighed, biting your lip. 

“We need to talk about last night. About this.” His fingers slowed in your hair as he propped himself up against the pillows. You pushed yourself into a seated position, but your legs were still entangled with his. His hand was placed on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into the skin. 

“Do you regret it?” He asked, a note of fear in his voice. He wouldn’t meet your eye. You shook your head. 

“Not at all.” He let out a sigh of relief you didn’t think he knew he was holding. “Do you?” He shook his head. 

“I don’t want that to be our last time doing it.”

“Neither do I.” 

“But I can’t do something casual. You- you mean a lot to me, and my feelings for you are a lot more than just casual.” He said, looking at you seriously. You’d  be honest, commitment scared the shit out of you. You also didn’t want to lose him if things went south. His hand never stopped its movements, grounding you as you looked at him. You took a deep breath. 

“I just.. don’t want to lose you if this doesn’t work out. You’re my best friend.” 

“You won’t, I promise.”

“You can’t guarantee that.” 

“When have you ever known me to break a promise?” You looked him. 

“Rooster, I’m being serious.”

“(Y/N), so am I. We’ll figure it out.” 

“Don’t break my heart.” You whispered. He shook his head.

“I don’t plan on it.”

-

The two of you fell into a comfortable relationship after that. You decided not to tell your friends for the first little while, to explore the shift in your relationship privately, but after wearing his jacket to one too many events and smiling at your phone too often, and someone catching you holding hands under the table at a group dinner, your friends realized things had changed. Nobody said anything, smiled and shook their heads, but you were glad that Rooster would kiss you in public and hold your hand and tease you and make suggestive remarks and know he was the one you got to go home to every night. Somewhere along the way, you realized Rooster was it for you, but you were only six months in and didn’t want to fuck it up. But God, you wished you had told him because then maybe he would’ve stayed. 

-

Everything came tumbling down all too soon. It’d been about six, maybe seven, months since that night you’d hooked up with the cocky brunette and things couldn’t have been better. He’d finally sent in his papers for the Naval Academy and the two of you had discussed and accepted the possibility of doing long distance. You’d figure it out, as Rooster always said. Rooster had been thrilled about sending his application in, happy to start following in his dad’s footsteps. You’d met Maverick, his dad’s best friend, on more than few occasions, and Maverick had given you a knowing smile when the two of you walked in holding hands for the first time after officially getting together. You were at a military barbecue and Maverick had corned you in the kitchen of some military officials house later that night. “Take care of him.” He’d said. Maverick really cared about Rooster, had clearly raised Rooster as his own, which is why you never expected him to do what he did. 

-

You still weren’t certain how Rooster had found out but through some military connection or another, Rooster found out Maverick had pulled his papers from the Naval Academy. Not only was Rooster angry, rightfully so, but he was devastated. He’d shown up at your place, crying. You were confused, but pulled him into the house and to the couch where he told you what Maverick had done. His hands were shaking as he explained how he’d have to start over, how his career had been set back by years, how his dreams of reaching TOPGUN like his dad were shot, how angry he was. Your heart broke for the boy, unsure what you could offer him other than your love and support as you rubbed his back. You wanted to rip Maverick a new one, knew Maverick knew exactly what he had just done to Rooster, but also knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything. If Maverick had done it, he’d clearly had a reason. At the end of it all, Rooster whispered words you didn’t want to hear. “I have to get out of San Diego.” He muttered. Your hand froze. “I don’t want to even be in the same state as him.” You opened your mouth to say something but the boy kept going. “I’ll join the Navy some other way, figure something out.” He said, shaking his head. He seemed set in his decision. You stared at him, hand sitting on the nape of his neck, heart breaking. He was going to leave you and hadn’t even given it a second thought. 

-

Rooster essentially disappeared after that. You figured he had been in San Diego for a few weeks more, tying up loose ends, but you had no way of knowing for certain. You didn’t see or hear from him again and it broke your heart. You always held out hope that maybe he just needed some space from what Maverick had done and would come back to you, but he stayed gone. The line had clearly been drawn in the sand about where the two of you stood. You were heartsick for a man who didn’t want you, but eventually you made your peace with what had happened. You didn’t see Maverick again and quite frankly you didn’t want to. If you saw that man, you couldn’t be held responsible for what you said because his actions had consequences that extended far outside of his relationship with Rooster. 

Ultimately though, you let your past go and began to build a new future, one that didn’t include Rooster. You finished college, and had decided to stay in San Diego, falling in love with the city and the state. You worked as a bartender after you graduated and eventually found your way to Penny’s bar. It hurt that piece of you that you tried to keep buried down low to be surrounded by military folk, and especially the TOPGUN students, but you had to suck it up. Penny paid well and the cost of living in San Diego rose every year, and quite frankly you were long over having room mates. 

Penny had gotten it out of you one night, when it had been slow and late, as to why you were so averse to any of the TOPGUN students flirting with you. You wore down, telling her about Rooster, your relationship, what had gone down with Maverick, and how Rooster had essentially disappeared like a ghost from your life. She looked at you, frowning. In return, she’d explained her old flame with Maverick, her failed marriage, and you remember very vividly, how she bit her lip, hesitating. 

“What?”

“Bradley went through the TOPGUN program.” You stared at her, not sure if you wanted to be hearing this kind of information about him. He'd been here, been so close, and he hadn’t even called, tried to reach out? You were still holding out your heart for a man who proved time and time again he didn’t want it. You were a fool, as always. “About three or four years ago. He’s been out on long deployments since graduating. Left for the latest one about a week before you started working here.” A week? A week. You’d missed him by a week. Great. “I’m sorry (Y/N). For what he did. For what Maverick did.” You sighed, shrugging. 

“I just miss him. I mean yeah, he broke my heart, but I just miss my best friend.”  The woman pulled you into a tight hug, and for the first time in the years since Bradley had disappeared, you cried about losing him.

-

You wandered into Penny’s for a drink. It was your day off but quite frankly, you missed Amelia, who was a constant visitor of the bar as Penny’s daughter and sitting alone in your apartment drove you nuts. Wasn’t good for you, you would always say. You would think if you had too much time, and thinking meant memories of Rooster would resurface, and you didn’t want that. You stepped inside the bar, and were greeted to the sound of a voice you were sure you’d never hear again. You pushed the sunglasses up onto your head to be sure but there he was, the ghost from your past. He was surrounded by a group of people and had the bar singing to Great Balls of Fire. You’d missed the sound of him singing but also hearing it again made you want to break into a run. 

You spotted Amelia in her usual seat at the bar and you sidled up next to her. She smiled at you and you frowned as you spotted Maverick talking to her mother. Why was he back? Last you heard, he was across the country testing new planes for the Navy. “Why’s Maverick here?” You asked, looking at Amelia. She shrugged as Great Balls of Fire came to an end. The group that had been occupying the piano made their way to the bar, clearly ready for another round. You recognized Payback and Fanboy as part of the group, who had been stateside for a few months now. No one else though. Aside from Rooster of course. But if he was stateside... he was here for a reason. And that made you sick to your stomach to think about what the Navy was asking him to do. 

“Tyler, another round for all of us.” Rooster said to your fellow bartender and he nodded, uncapping the beers for the group. “And, uh, get one for the pretty lady.” Rooster said, motioning to you. You turned to him and you didn’t miss the subtle way his body slunk back at the ice in your look. 

“I work here Bradshaw, I think I’m fully capable of getting my own beer.” You stated coldly, moving behind the bar to grab the drink. You didn’t even want the beer but you wanted to prove a point. You noted how his friends were paying extra attention to what was happening, particularly Fanboy and Payback. His eyes widened and he coughed, clearing his throat. His stupid aviators were still on his stupid face with his stupid mustache and his stupid Hawaiian shirt and- God when had you gotten so angry at him? “Ooo, I’ve been demoted to Bradshaw? Ouch.” You sneered at him but he remained firm. “I think maybe we should have a conversation.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You stated, steel in your voice.

“And why not?” He challenged, ever the stubborn asshole. 

“If you wanted to have a conversation, we could’ve had one before you took off years ago.” You made to leave the bar, giving Amelia a quick hug. 

“You still covering my shift tomorrow?” Tyler called. You nodded, raising your beer in acknowledgement. 

“And helping me study for my History test?” Amelia asked and you nodded. 

“Of course.” You said, tipping an invisible cowboy hat at her. She giggled and you smiled, making your way out of the bar. You adored Amelia and since you weren’t as close to your family since you had moved, she had been like your sister. Despite the noise in the bar, you didn’t move quick enough to miss Rooster’s friends start in on him on the conversation they’d witnessed. You moved down to the beach that Penny’s bar sat on and prayed Rooster didn’t follow you out here. Your heart was racing with having seen him, and to be at such odds with him felt foreign and wrong. You just wanted to be back in his arms, tell him everything he’d missed, laugh with him again, but he’d made it clear time and time again he didn’t want you. You wouldn’t let him make a fool of you any longer. Who you didn’t expect to follow you was Maverick. He wordlessly settled himself next to you in the sand and you cast an equally icy glare towards him, which he ignored. Of course he did. Fucking asshole. 

“That didn’t look like the two of you are still together.” He said, gaze set firmly on the horizon until he realized you weren’t gonna answer him. “(Y/N).” 

“Didn’t realize it was any of your business.” He looked at you and sighed. 

“Look, Rooster and I had a falling out. I admittedly don’t know what’s been going on in his life.” You shrugged. 

“Neither do I.” You said, making eye contact with Maverick. You took a sip of your beer. “Your fucking fault we broke up in the first place.” You muttered. 

“My fault?” He questioned. 

“Yes! You pulled his fucking papers from the Naval Academy and he disappeared without another fucking word! If you hadn’t done that, everything would be fine and he and I would still be together.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“I do know that! Rooster was fucking it for me Maverick!” He looked at you and opened his mouth but you didn’t give him a chance. “But you pulled his papers for some god forsaken reason only known to you and the fucking universe and it cost me everything.” You sighed, standing up. You wanted to spend another second sitting next to Maverick like you wanted a fork in your eyeball, which honestly sounded preferable at this point. 

“(Y/N).” He called. 

“Go to hell Maverick.” You called back, trudging your way back up the beach to your car. You didn’t see Rooster leaning up against the door of the Hard Deck watching you.

-

Over the next week and a half, you got to know the elite team the Navy put together for whatever life-risking mission they had now. You knew Fanboy and Payback of course, but you appreciated Bob’s kindness and Phoenix’s sharp wit. Hangman, on the other hand, was a literal pain in your ass with an endless stream of flirting. Typical of TOPGUN pilots. Their egos were usually a bit too big for them. Rooster made a point to not come in to the bar when you were working and you appreciated it, even though you wouldn’t tell anyone that. You wanted to simultaneously smack and kiss Rooster and you weren’t sure which urge would win out. You turned your opening playlist on as you began your opening duties. Amelia was sat at the bar, doing homework as you serenaded her and danced around the bar. You were still a horrible dancer but Amelia got a kick out of it so you’d continue to do so. Payback and Fanboy wandered in, looking worse for wear. “Boys, we’re closed.” You called, smiling at them, but pulling out two beers nonetheless. They took their seats at the bar and began to barter with you about getting their drinks for the night for free, which meant it was going to be a rowdy one for the group. You waved to Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman as they walked in, laughing at the two of them. “Boys, if I gave you alcohol for free every time you told me you were going to die on a mission, Penny would fire me.” 

“She can’t fire you, you’re my favorite bartender!” Amelia exclaimed and you laughed. 

“Well, you know what you can do for us?” Fanboy asked. You shrugged.

“What?”

“Make up with Rooster.” Payback stated and you groaned, giving them a look. 

“No. Not a chance in hell. And I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that and dance away.” You said, moving to the ABBA song now playing. 

“Oh come on, tell us what happened between you and Rooster. We’re dying to know.” Hangman said and you shook your head, covering your ears. 

“Young and sweet, only seventeen” You sang. 

“Penny should fire you for those atrocious dance moves.” Payback remarked and you flipped him the bird, continuing to sing along to the song. 

“ABBA is better than the straight Taylor Swift she was playing earlier.” Amelia piped up. 

“Hey, don’t come for my girl Taylor like that.” You said, no real edge to your voice. 

“Do you like Taylor because she was the only thing you listened to when you and Rooster broke up?” Amelia asked and you whipped around to face her. 

“Don’t call me out like that!” You whined and she laughed. 

“What did happen between you and Rooster?” Phoenix asked, leaning up against the bar. You shrugged. 

“Nobody’s business but ours.” She sighed. 

“I just think that- well-” She said, turning to Bob, who startled and realized it was his turn to talk. 

“Well, we just think that the two of you might like to hash out anything you need to before we all die.” Bob said the statement with such simplicity and finality that you narrowed your eyes and moved back towards the team. 

“Okay, I know you can’t give me details but how likely is it that you’re going to die on this mission? Like usual, anyone might die at any time in this line of work or?” 

“Almost certain.” Bob said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. 

“It’s pretty much guaranteed.” Hangman said flatly. You sighed and rubbed your temple. 

“Fine. Fine. If Rooster so happens to be at the bar when I get off at 7, I would not be so opposed to having a conversation with him, if only to get the closure I need and put out any unsaid feelings onto the table, lest he dies.” The team cheered and you groaned. You were gonna end up regretting this. 

-

Rooster appeared into the bar at 6:58 and you felt sick to your stomach as you thought about the conversation you were about to have with him. Tyler patted your shoulder as you grabbed two beers. He gave you a thumbs up as you slid one across the table to Rooster and motioned to outside the bar. You were all too aware that the team’s eyes were following the pair of you. The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence, watching the waves roll in. “God, where did we go wrong?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Are you serious? You’re kidding me right?” He looked at you and shrugged. “I’ll tell you where we went wrong. You disappeared into the sunset like some fucking cowboy after Maverick pulled your papers, never to be heard from him again. That’s where we went wrong.” He looked at you, but didn’t respond. “Meanwhile I was left here, without a boyfriend or an explanation. You broke my fucking heart. I waited for you to come back and wrote you letters I would never send you, and God, I still have your fucking jacket because I missed you so damn bad I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I would wear your fucking shirt on nights when I couldn’t bear the pain of missing you anymore and sometimes when my phone rings at night, I still think it’s going to be you calling me.” He settled against the wall, and you looked at him. He had a cocky smirk on his face and you wanted to smack it off. You were seeing red, not understanding how the boy couldn’t see how he had hurt you. 

“So, you missed me.” You stood up to move back inside the bar and away from him. 

“You’re a fucking asshole. Nothing’s changed.” His arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, effectively cutting you off from leaving. His grip was firm, but not tight enough that you couldn’t leave if you really wanted too. 

“Hey-” He started, but you felt everything you’d kept bottled up for years come tumbling out before he could say anything. 

“Of course I fucking missed you. You were it for me Bradley and you were wrapped up in your own feelings and couldn’t see it. You took off without a second thought to me. And now, we’re here trying to have a conversation to hash everything out because there’s a really good chance you’re going to die in a couple of days-” And oh god, here came the tears, don’t do this right now “-and you’re still being a fucking asshole! It’s great that nothing hurts you Rooster, because you’ve hurt other people. Primarily me. But you can’t even own up to it because you’re still being a cocky piece of shit. Just like you always have been, just like you always be.” And you were crying. Great. The concern was evident in his brown orbs as he stood up to match you. His hand was still around your wrist but you’d had enough. You pulled away from him. “I’m done.” You stated dryly, swallowing back the tears. You moved away from him and ignored any of his protests and pleas and calls as you made your way back to your car, trying to not break down with Rooster so close. You pulled out of the parking lot and further down the road so you could have the proper breakdown you deserved. You hit your steering wheel and then collapsed over it, sobbing. You were hit by a hurricane of emotions, feeling everything all at once. You were angry at Rooster for leaving, angry at him for coming back, hurt  for how nonchalant he was about it all, angry he wouldn’t take accountability, and above all, devastated and terrified that that was probably the last time the two of you would have a conversation before he was sent on a mission he was expected to die on. He was going to die and that was how you would remember the last conversation you’d ever have with Bradley Bradshaw. 

-

You felt sick. In fact, you were sick. You had heard from Penny, who apparently re-sparked her old flame with Maverick, that today was the day of the mission. And you hadn’t slept in days. You were buzzing with anxious energy, afraid of the call you were going to get from her once she got news of the results. You’d been throwing up all morning, overridden with guilt of how you left things with Rooster. Even if you were angry at him, you didn’t want him to die and certainly not dying thinking you hated him. You still loved the boy, more than you should, and as you emptied nothing but the acid in your stomach, you swore you’d fix it. Sit on the beach with him for however long it took until the two of you got back to that place again. You prayed and hoped that whatever God was out there was listening and would bring him home so the two of you could have a second chance. Your phone rang, and you jumped. It was Penny. You frantically answered it, biting your lip. “Hello?” You asked, nervously toying with your shirt.  

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“I’ve thrown up three times this morning.” You stated bluntly and she sighed.

“Listen, Rooster stopped by the bar last night, wanted me to tell you something.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, sucking in a deep breath. 

“He said that he still loves you and wants to fix things with you when you get back. Said that he promises he’s going to come back to you and that he doesn’t break promises.”

-

It’d been three days since the team had successfully completed the mission. You’d been keeping away from the bar, getting shifts covered when you could. You knew you and Rooster needed to have a conversation but you were terrified. Terrified the things he had said to Penny had only been said out of fear of death, that now that he was good and alive, he didn’t want to fix things with you. You were also terrified that things were unfixable, that that the two of you would come to the conclusion that too much had been done and too much had been left unsaid for the two of you to ever have a future together. You stopped into the bar to grab something and waved to Amelia who was sat at the bar. “Where’s your Mom?” You asked, leaning up on the bar opposite her. 

“With Maverick.” Rooster said from beside you and you nearly jumped. You turned to take him in, the first time seeing him since they’d returned.

“Jesus fuck, what happened to your eye?” You asked, putting a hand up to his face. 

“Oh, Maverick punched me for saving his life.” 

“What the fuck?” You whispered, finger carefully outlining the bruise as Rooster winced. “That’s the most Maverick thing Maverick’s ever Mavericked.” Rooster laughed. “Speak of Maverick, I yelled at him the other day.” 

“Oh yeah I heard about that.” He remarked and you winced. 

“Yeah, I should probably apologize.” He shrugged. 

“Maverick doesn’t think you were exactly wrong.” You looked at Rooster. “We should talk.” You sighed. “(Y/N), we need to talk.” 

“Can’t avoid it forever.” Amelia stated, not looking up from her homework. You rolled your eyes but took Rooster’s hand nonetheless. 

“Lead the way.” Rooster chuckled, leading you out of the bar. 

“God, I feel like every time I’m on the beach lately I end up yelling at someone.”You said as the two of you settled on the sand. Rooster laughed again and your chest hurt with how glad you were to hear that sound again. “You okay?” You asked, worry clear in your voice. 

“Aside from the nice black eye Maverick gave me, and all the expected injuries, I walked away largely unscathed.” He stated. “Got real lucky.” You nodded, noting how your hand was still intertwined with his. 

“I don’t even know what happened up there.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Hangman hasn’t regaled you with the story of how he saved me and Maverick’s life at least six times yet?” You laughed. 

“Nah, been avoiding the bar since you guys got back.” 

“I did notice that. Wanna tell me why?” You shrugged. 

“We needed to talk and I wanted to let you enjoy the celebrations. Didn’t feel right.”

“I wish you had been there.” He stated. “You were the first person I looked for when I came back.” He stated it with such honest sincerity that any last reserves you had went tumbling down and the dam broke open. You collapsed into Rooster, shoulders heaving as you sobbed. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Rooster I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that before you almost died and that you were going to die thinking I hated you, and I’m such a fucking asshole for literally sobbing about this right now and making it about me when you literally just almost died-”

“Okay, whoa. It’s been an emotional few weeks for everyone, you included. I think you’re allowed to have a good cry or two about it. And I deserved the yelling because you’re right that I was being a cocky piece of shit. Yeah, the timing wasn’t great, but is the timing ever great when your ex-boyfriend shows up out of the blue to train for a mission he’s not expected to come back alive from?” You shrugged. 

“Still feel like a piece of shit. Threw up all morning the day you guys left because of how guilty I felt.” He rubbed small circles into your waist, the all-too-familiar gesture bringing you waves of relief and comfort. This was fixable. You guys could figure it out, always did. 

“You’re not a piece of shit. If anybody’s a piece of shit, it’s me for leaving without telling you and then coming back to TOPGUN without also telling you.”

“Why did you leave? Bradley, I would’ve followed you around to the ends of the fucking Earth if you asked me.” He nodded. 

“I know. I just- I panicked. I saw red after Maverick pulled my papers and you were right that I didn’t think about anybody but myself. What I did, it haunted me. Nobody was ever you. When I got accepted to the TOPGUN program, I thought about calling you every night. Came close to it a few times too. But I just- I knew disappearing had hurt you and I didn’t want to hurt you more by showing back up. I was selfish for what I did, disappearing like that, and I knew coming back would be even more selfish of me. I figured you’d graduated and settled down with somebody else, maybe had kids, and I just- I just couldn’t come back into your life and do that to you. I knew that you would’ve given up everything had I asked you too and I would’ve too, because I was selfish, but I also knew I’d never forgive myself if I did. The guilt would’ve ate at me alive everyday until it destroyed us so I just- didn’t come back.” His eyes bore so much honest sincerity you felt yourself falling in love with him all over again. He pulled his hands away from your body to press his palms to his eyes, clearly trying to stop the tears that were overtaking him. It failed and you pulled his hands away from his face. You took them in your own and rubbed your fingers over his knuckles, looking earnestly at the boy. 

“You silly boy, don’t realize it’s always only ever been you? That’s it’s only ever going to be you that I want?” He squeezed your hands, acknowledging your statement. 

“I didn’t expect to see you at the Hard Deck that night, I really didn’t. And the ‘cocky asshole’ shit was just a front because I was just dying to bring you close to me and laugh all night long with you but I also knew it wasn’t my place anymore and I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“Bradley...” You whispered, leaning to rest your forehead against his. 

“I should’ve just told you that I was still in love with you, that I had never stopped. You were it for me too and I- I don’t want to go another day living the life I’ve lived since I left, the one where I don’t get to go home to you at night. I want to fix this, if you’ll let me. I promise we’ll figure it out, just... give me one more chance. God knows I don’t deserve it but I am begging you, please. One more chance.” 

“I’d give you every chance in the world if it meant you wouldn’t leave again.” 

“I’m never leaving again baby, so long as you want me here. I’m never letting you go again.” 

“I want you here for a long time.” You whispered. Rooster cupped your face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled at him after he pulled away. “Missed that.” You said softly and he returned the grin. 

“Missed you.”

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

SEASON 4 FINALE BABYYYYY

NOT STARTING OFF WITH COCO’S FUNERAL PLEASE

You know what tho? Letty might get her shit together. I hate it has to come like this but she might do it. I believe in her.

Angel can’t even go to the site because he FUCKED. COCO’S. DAUGHTER. Omg every time I remember I’m pissed off again

They didn’t deserve him. You’re so right Letty. He was the best of them and now he’s gone. Damn we really gotta say goodbye. Imma miss tf outta Richard on this show. He brought such depth to Coco. He was phenomenal.

TIG!! MY PSYCHO LOVE!! WAIT NOT HIM ABOUT TO KILL OL’ BOY

And not the Nurse coming in

$80,000?! FOR ONE JOB???

WAIT I KNEW IT

DONT. EVER. THREATEN. EZ.

Zeke is dead and gone yall. He gone. This is EZ through and through. This some cold-blooded shit right here.

EZ you should at least give the girls the money. Like they ain’t do nothing

NOT MANNY MEETING WITH THEM. JESS FINNA SET THEM UP. PLEASEEEEE NOT MY BABYYYYYYY

OH GOD THE SONS ARE HERE

I’ve missed Tig a lot actually. It has been so nice seeing him. I’m gonna take “sexy and bad” as a reference to Venus. Her and Tig are still together because I say so.

Oooo Marcus finding out that they killed Montez and they got a snitch in the clubhouse. Shit finna get realllllll

Creeper don’t even talk to her. It’s a waste of time. Shiiiiittttt she do got all your tea

AND SHE TOLD HIM THERE’S A RAT IN SANTO PADRE

i want that bitch DEAD. YA HEAR ME? KATIE IS DONE. KEEP COCO’S NAME OUT YO MOUTH

Louie is botching it but his heart is in the right place and this is really fucking nice. I think the car is really cute.

Padrino says it’s 3 to 1 and EZ says “more of them to kill”….WHATS NOT CLICKING EZEKIEL????

They’re staging a coup. I said Padrino would always have my respect but they were gonna dethrone or murk him.

Wait Adelita killed him?? How’d she get involved??

Emily been playing secret spy all season and it’s all been for NOTHING. Miguel got himself back together and got his son back so quick. I can’t stop laughing omg 😂😂😂😂

And no, I do not care that Erin is dead. Me and Holland have beef since the Teen Wolf years so I never cared about the character. I’m sure Emily will plan some way to avenge her next season but for now Miguel is winning and I am LIVING

Sofia throwing up and shit….guess we finna find out if she can really hang

NOT LIKE THIS!!! AND NOT BY FUCKING ISAAC DUDE. THEY FINNA BURN HIM??!!??!!!!

HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS!!

ELGIN WHEN I FIND YOU

Letty went and got Hope!! Okay that makes me feel better. That’s really nice. The women sticking together and I’m so damn proud of Letty! I KNEW SHE COULD! I just hope that Hope doesn’t run when things get hard again because they will and Letty is still growing. And so is she.

“We have that in common” You are yo Daddy son. DUH!

We finna lose Pops too?? He might as well tell the truth.

SECRET’S OUT LETS GOOOOOOOO

He finna killswitch????

Angel has a SON. He don’t wanna do this shit. What a fucked position to be in. But has he even told EZ about the baby yet??

EZ is out of CONTROL. They are so bloodthirsty and FOR WHAT? Y’all started this shit, wouldn’t even let Marcus finish talking because you’re thinking off pure emotion.

Y’all finna burn this club to the fucking ground. He is absolutely right. They gon see next season. They gone see.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYONE SEEING THE POWER PLAY FOR WHAT IT IS BUT IT’S TOO LAAAAAATE

Bishop’s face! Angel’s face!

Look at EZ sitting comfortable on the throne and giving a damn State of the Union address. THIS SPEEEEEECH!! HE’S WHACKED

Angel finna have a real tough time next season. Oh boy.

Poor Jay-Jay’s family….I guess this was Sofia proving herself tho. Ez really should give them the money. Some if it. Something.

That Ez and Angel scene was…..I don’t know what to say besides I’m real scared. I’m SO. SCARED. I just wanna repeat again that Ez IS GONE.

Creeper finna SNITCH?! DONT PISS ME OFF.

Oh HE IS TAKING ALL THE HEAT. A REAL MUTHAFUCKA FOR LIFE !!

Ez look a plum fool still on that twin mattress.

I think Angel got the location from Padrino and burned that bitch to the ground.

Wow wow wow y’all done stressed me tf out

See ya next season

[incoherentbabblings]

What are some TimSteph comics you would recommend to check out their relationship and have some nice moments between them?

Oh! Of course. A rec list. I can totally do one of those. Poorly.

So, this is heavily biased towards the good times, arcs and runs I like and such, and is focused around issues where they are together in one fashion or another. This isn't an overview of their whole relationship and is biased and sometimes missing contextual arc issues either side. The thing is... I can't... face... re-reading 30 years worth of comics right now...

So, fast track TimSteph - here's the issues that make Abbie go brrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Early Days

Detective Comics Vol 1 #648: The Great Bricking

Robin Vol 4 #5: First Kiss (of dubious consent good job Tim you're as bad as each other)

Robin Vol 4 #16: Banter and more kisses - "Do I have to remind you that a warehouse full of killers is looking for us right now?" "Isn't it romantic?" "Not exactly." - but also Steph holding Tim's cheek, the first of many cradlings these two get up to, and the delightfully messy line "I see that your girlfriend must be a real jerk if she's running on you," pick me pick me pick me /j

Robin Vol 4 #44: By far their most romantically framed kiss pre actually getting together. Tim keeps trying to draw a distinction between Spoiler and Steph and Tim and Robin and Steph just doesn't get it. They're the same person? This will... crop up a lot. It's a thing. That I'm too invested in.

Robin Vol 4 #54: "Bad case of the Stephs" and the kissing on the cheek and "Big brave superhero." UwU

Robin Vol 4 #56: Tim's disease is declared terminal, and they get together. "This is what I've wanted. Even if I didn't know for sure until right now."

Pre-War Games

Robin Vo 4 #57: Date night and uh-oh someone's preggers. #57-#65 is the pregnancy arc in full, and contains a lot of very sincere and quiet conversations between the two on rooftops and kitchen tables. Includes Steph's first use of the 'L' word.

Robin Vol 4 #74 and #75: The start of the Brentwood Arc. Steph is beginning to become anxious about Tim's secrets.

Robin Vol 4 #92: Bruce, having been a tattle-tale let Stephanie know Tim Drake's secret identity. More importantly, it's the first time Tim uses the 'L' word.

Robin Vol 4 #100: The start of Lewis' run. I'd say read the entire 20 issue run but it is really lacking in the plot department, so for TimSteph specific moments, look to #100, #101, #103, #104 (the first time he says 'I love you' to just Steph), #107, #109, #111 (the piano issue), #116, #119, #120. The last issue of Lewis' run reiterates the 'Steph can't tell the difference between Tim and Robin' theme.

Robin Vol 4 #124: Banter alone puts this on the list. 'My dearest dove'

War Games

...No

But if you really really want to. Batman Vol 1 633 and 634. Steph asks after Tim on her deathbed, being reassured by Bruce that he adores her, and Tim being told that she is dead.

Return to Flashpoint

Robin Vol 4 #174: 'I'm not dead smooches babyyyyyyy'

Robin/Spoiler Special: Stephanie compares Tim to Dexter (the serial killer????) and says 'we have our kind of fun' and I spend inordinate numbers of hours thinking about it.

Gotham Gazette: Batman Dead and Gotham Gazette: Batman Alive?: Time for that juicy angst whilst still touching each other far too intimatelyyyyyy. Yes I skipped all of FabNic's Robin run whataboutit?

Red Robin Vol 1 #2: ANGST

Batgirl Vol 3 #8 and Red Robin Vol 1 #10-12: Angst, but with hope that things will improve. The almost kiss. The apology. The waiting by the bedside only to yell at him about the engagement. Oh yes. That's the stuff right there.

Red Robin Vol 1 #15: Legitimately only for Tim letting his hormones get the better of him for a moment.

Convergence: Batgirl #1 and #2: The technical end of the Pre-Flashpoint versions of these characters, though this has been undone with recent Crisis events. They get back together in time for the world to maybe end, chosing each other as who they want to go out with. Wooft.

New 52 and Rebirth

It's my jam

Batman Eternal #52: A new first meeting. Siginificantly less violent than the first time around.

Detective Comics #935: Oh wait they're together again? Oh wait they live together? Oh wait they're having sex? Oh my. Okay on a more serious note you know my brand you know I'm blooming obsessed with their relationship during this run, but specific issues to point out just for moments of them will be #939, #940, #963, #969, #970, #979, #981. Oh what's that? Steph doesn't care about what Tim calls himself? Where have I heard that before?

Detective Comics Vol 1 #1000: Can we make out just a little?

Young Justice #5: Pink kisses and dear Bendis I am sorry if ever doubted you. Wish you'd have more of a plot but hey. Other issues worth reading are #8-10, #14 and 15, and finally #18.

Detective Comics Vol 1 #1027: Real true love is when you investigate gruesome murders with your partner for date night. Thanks Bendis.

Eh voilà! C'est fini.

For now...

Argh, I'l include Robin Eternal #1 and #2 as well. They're very soft on each other in that book, despite being broken up. Steph's a giant weak point for Tim, which his drugged up brain hallucinatory Batman takes advantage of.

Yeah, that's definitely it. These issues don't cover everything, but they are the ones that have impacted my viewing and understanding of their relationship the most.

[ddeonghwaa]

I’m not jealous, hmph!

Characters: San x reader

Genre: romance, fluff!

Word count: 1.5k

How would San react if you attempt to make him jealous?

After a long week, it was finally movie night in your cozy apartment with your boyfriend, San. You looked forward to movie nights every week as it was the only time you get to relax while spending time with your loved one. However, that night, you had a plan in mind. You wanted to prank San for fun, just to see how he would react in certain situations.

San is quite transparent, he would always say his mind out without hesitation. Sometimes, you could even predict his next actions because he makes it so obvious what he was going to do. That got you wondering whether he would do the same if you made him jealous.

Before San arrived at your apartment that night, you have set up a camera to record his reaction. The camera was hidden behind some of the home decorations so San wouldn't notice it.

I hope I won't laugh halfway through the prank and spoil the whole thing.

You popped another piece of nachos in your mouth and took a glance at San on your right. Looking for a suitable time to start your act, you decided to do it now.

Clearing your throat, you sneakily played your ringtone to make it seem like you have just received a call from someone. San, who was into the movie, turned to you and blinked.

"Sorry, I'll pick this up real quick!" You got up from the sofa. You kept your distance away from San so he wouldn't see your phone screen, but at the same time close enough so he can hear you talking.

"Hello. Yes, it's y/n. Who is it?"

San leaned forward and used the remote to lower down the TV volume so it won't disrupt your phone call. Or maybe because he wanted to listen.

Who would be calling you at night? And you asked who was it, so you didn't know who was calling?

Weird. He thought.

"Ah! Yes, of course I remember you. How'd you get my number?"

You wanted to peek at San's reaction, but you stopped yourself because you had to hold in your laugh. The camera is recording so you can check his reaction later.

"I see. Sure, we can meet up! I'm free on the next Friday night."

San blinked. Friday night? But Friday nights are your movie nights. He pouted in tiny, knowing he won't be able to see you next Friday.

"Alright, catch up later!" You 'ended' the call and plopped back down on the sofa next to San. "Who was it?" He asked.

You had to contain your smile because he asked the question with a little pout. "Oh? It was an unknown number, but turned out it was my old friend."

San nodded in acknowledgement. "I don't think we can have movie night next week. My friend wants to meet up after a long time."

San's eyes looked sad as he took a bite of his nachos. "Okay," he said in a small voice. "I can already imagine myself suffering from missing you."

You chuckled at his cute response, but you were quite surprised that he didn't stop you from going. What if you told him it's a guy friend?

"He told me he finally got my contact again after so long. That's why he wanted to meet up for dinner," you threw the bait, emphasising that your friend is a guy.

"Hmm?! Did I hear it wrong? He?" San almost choked on the nachos as he put down the plate of nachos.

"Oh didn't I mention? It's a guy friend from high school and we used to be close. We lost contact when he moved overseas, but he's back in Korea now," you tried making up a story so San won't suspect you lying.

"I thought your friend is a girl," he blinked and paused for a second. "Is he good-looking?"

"Huh?" You were flustered by his unexpected question and let out a small laugh, "Ah, judging from your reaction, he's obviously good-looking. I'm doomed."

San took the TV remote and paused the movie to continue this conversation with you. You meeting up with a guy friend for dinner? Not on San's watch.

"Baby, come on. You're good-looking too, you know," you poked his arm playfully.

He continued to pout and glared at you. "Okay, go ahead. Meet him," he avoided your eyes.

"Really?" You raised your brows.

"Yeah, go meet with him. He's your friend."

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold yourself back from smiling too widely. "Okay I'll get dinner with him and maybe go to a cafe afterwards."

He turned to you with a look of disbelief. "No waaaay~" he whined and shook your arm. You laughed and looked at him.

"Isn't it weird to just eat a meal and part ways right after? We gotta have some dessert too, baby."

San looked down and played with his fingers, the pout never leaving his lips. "But I don't want you to meet him at all. I don't even know him."

You laughed at his reaction.

"Baby, don't laugh! I'm being serious," San said, but his pout made him look the opposite of what he claimed to be. He looked so cute, you wanted to squish his cheeks so bad.

"I'm serious too, baby. I don't think it's polite if I reject his invitation after planning. It's been a while since we've met and he finally contacted me."

"Babyyyyyyyyy~ don't meet him!" San whined.

"Why not?"

"Just no. Pleaaaase!"

"But-"

"No no no no nooooooo~" he whined and leaned in to snuggle his face in your neck.

"Don't meet him. You're so pretty, so you can't meet him," he wrapped his arms around you.  

You laughed and patted San's back. You love it when he turns this clingy to you. "What does that have to do with meeting my friend?"

San pulled back to look at you with a questioning look.

"Baby, are you serious? It has EVERYTHING to do with it. What if he hits on you because you're pretty? What if he falls for you because you're pretty? What if he steals you from me because you're pretty?"

You chuckled and stared at him. "But I'm still yours, not his."

San blushed as he fluttered at your comment, but turned serious a second after. "Okay, how about this? Try imagining yourself in my shoes right now. What if I want to meet up with a girl friend of mine for dinner?"

You blinked and nodded, "I wouldn't mind it. Because I trust you."

San was left dumbfounded with your response, "No! Baby! You're supposed to say no~!" He whined more aggressively and that only made you laugh more.

"I trust you too, baby. But I don't trust any other men around you."

"But he contacted me after a long time…" you tried sounding disappointed.

San pouted and snuggled into your neck again, this time hugging you in his arms tighter. "Baby, you have me already! Am I not enough for you?" He whined cutely while snuggling.

You bursted out laughing at his actions and caressed his hair. He pulled back again to look at you, "Don't meet him," he said quietly with a pout.

"Don't meet him?" You looked in his eyes.

"Hmm, don't meet him."

"But I made plans already."

"Babyyyyyyy~!"

You laughed and decided to tell him about the prank before he turned sulky.

"Okay okay I won't meet him."

"Really?" His eyes lit up as he pecked your nose, smiling.

"Let me just text him back to tell him that I can't make it," you took your phone again to 'text' your non-existent guy friend.

San had a smug smile plastered on his face, "That's my girl."

"Oh he replied so soon!" You said.

"What did he say?" San leaned in closer to your phone to see his text. You showed him your phone screen.

You've been pranked! It's a hidden camera, baby. ♡

"Hm? What do you mean-"

San looked around the apartment to look for a camera and when you pointed to the camera on the shelf, he let out a sigh of relief.

"How could you do this to me?" He said in a small voice, almost crying. You laughed and wrapped your arms on his shoulders.

"Sorry, baby. I was just curious of how your reaction would be," you chuckled and pecked his cheeks a few times.

"How can someone be so cute when jealous?" You squished his cheeks and pecked his pouty lips.

"I wasn't jealous!"

You scoffed, "Of course not. All that whining? Totally not jealous," you laughed.

San chuckled at your statement and snaked his arms around your waist. "I was thinking that maybe my love was insufficient, so that's why you wanted to meet with your guy friend. I was genuinely worried, baby."

You raised your brows and shook your head, "Baby, you've showered me with so much love in this relationship and I am always grateful for that," you leaned in and pecked his lips.

"I love you."

San leaned in for a kiss and you swore you could feel him smiling in the sweet kiss.

"I love you the most, baby," San said.

"So, our movie night next week is not cancelled, right?"

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[threeletterslife]

Babe you are so LUCKY I was online the exact second you posted chapter eight, otherwise I would have been blissfully unaware (I think you forgot to add the taglist? 😭)

Anyway let's get right into this masterpiece

Not even a fire medium - guess who's gonna get his ass beat 🤩 captain motherfucking chu, that's right, fists up captain I am SOCKING your stupid little face right in the jaw

Oh wait he's here. I am giving him ONE (1!!!) chance for redemption we'll see how this goes. Take one wrong step I'm setting Heli on you

YAS Y/N BITE HIS ASS

but i like his apology so far. he seems sincere.

I still feel bad for him about his family's death. Yeah it had nothing to do with y/n but that shit hurts, I can sympathise with him. I'm glad he's he's taking the stand and apologising, it's hard but he's doing it and i appreciate that <3

I accept his redemption arc and I like this new perspective. Captain chu, you are off my hit list

The darlareans so much as TOUCH general yoongi i will revolt DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME WITH THAT FILTHY MOUTH

I want a fire tiger therapist :( he's doing more for her by huffing than any human could with words

NOT YOONGI POPPING UP OT OF NOWHERE BAHHAHAHA I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT

and he is 100% following her around I LOVE HIM

But my guy, you look like a stalker, you can't can't listen to people's conversations like that she was having a whole therapy session 😭

A professional fondness - y/n, babe, don't kid yourself like that, it's embarrassing

she's simping over him even when her eyes are closed 😭 i get it, babe, I'd do the same

He feels so close to you - FOCUS y/n

No, fuck it, kiss him. Do it, it'll help you focus, I swear.

I'M LITERALLY BLUSHING WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT DESCRIBING???

No, seriously, let me pause for a second. When yoongi was describing how she should feel the fire throughout her, I could FEEL it babe I was following along 😭 and when she opened her eyes and gasped because he was so close I felt the blood rush to my cheeks my heart stopped for a second. You are a BEAUTIFUL write MUAH take all my love

She did it!! She held the fire oh my god I'm so happy for her!!! I feel so happy and warm and AH y/n you deserve the world 😭

Meet me here at 5am tomorrow - so it's a date? 👀 jk jk... unless

Oh she feels guilty because of the burn marks, it's okay baby everybody learns and it takes time. I wanna hug her so bad :((

I'll say it again, your writing is BEAUTIFUL I love reading it, it flows so smoothly and everything from her inner monologue to the descriptions is written so well you're doing amazing <333

NO yoongi feels guilty now :(( everytine I learn about his past I want to hug him so bad. Yoongis doing so well, he's so sweet and kind and considerate and I wish he could see himself the way y/n sees him. Literally her last thought before you switched povs was how he's naturally considerate and HERE HE IS having negative thoughts baby NOOO

Oh 👀 he's falling on LOOOOOOVEEE

SHE MADE FIRE ON HER SECOND DAY AYYYYYY QUEEN SHIT

familiar man with a shockingly shitty posture - I LITERALLY STARTED CACKLING

Y/n let the poor man BREATHE for two seconds, your posture would be shitty too if you were carrying the entire country on your shoulders, stop giving him shit about it for like two seconds 😭✋

Damn... yoongi really made his own birthday depressing huh...

Doyun get in there and smack his head pls <3

You’ve found a way to bend the wisps of flames as if they are silk, the colors fluttering in harmony with the breeze that greets the air

^^Once again, I would like to praise your writing. Its the little sentences like these which make me smile

CAPTAIN YOO IS ON MY HITLIST NOW BACK TF UP BUDDY

YOONGI SMILING BABYYYYYYY

I love him :(

AND I LOVE YOU, CHANA, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE THIS MASTERPIECE YOU'RE AMAZING

OH GOD I AM LUCKY. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE TAGLIST 💀💀💀 ISTG I KNEW I WAS MISSING SOMETHING BEFORE I POSTED THAT CHAPTER BUT I JUST COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT 😭😭

I ALSO LOVE YOUR COMMENTARIES PLEASE 😭😭

i'm so glad that captain chu is off your hit list!! he's just going through it rn 💀 poor dude

LMAOO AND HELI THE THERAPIST??? we love it

I AM ALSO SO HONORED THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY FEEL WHAT'S GOING ON???? that's literally my GOAL as a writer, and i feel so great to have achieved it?? (also wbk yoongi and oc are WHIPPED for each other 😩😩)

i think something that really stood out to me while writing lod was all the inner monologue. i have a lot of characters who overthink but none of them overthink as much as our main character does here LMAO. it makes writing her a joy because i have to figure out a way to make her very in-tune with her thoughts and feelings but also make her a reliable narrator!!

also as a side note, oc will never not give the general shit for his shitty posture 😭 AND I'M CRYING YOUR COMMENT ABOUT YOONGI CARRYING THE ENTIRE NATION ON HIS SHOULDERS PLEASE (I LITERALLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD)

omg i remember writing that sentence while closing my eyes LOL. literally went on a hike to try to see how i can describe nature 😩 i'm so happy that it made you smile!!!!

AND PLS NOT CAPTAIN YOO BEING ON YOUR HIT LIST NOW 😭😭 we will see if he gets off it any time soon 😳

I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING FOR GIVING ME A SCENE-BY-SCENE COMMENTARY. THESE NEVER CEASE TO MAKE ME SMILE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND HAVING SO MANY KIND THINGS TO SAY <3

[scarlettdragnastan]

This episode reminded me of what I’m losing in my life: a dose of perfection called agents of shield

Literally the BEST episode this season,,, I didn’t really feel the connection between characters that we are used to feel and see before this season. The plot is amazing but it just felt...lacking the relationships. We got it today and I’m happy but sad

But one more thing GIVE ME MAYDAISY

Daisy saying Jemma is her sister. MY HEARTTTTTTTTT

all the mackdaisy superimacy....

Elena being a true iconic legend. PHEW

Also May and Coulson still adopting strays is what I live for.

(Fitz looks good. I miss you fitzy. Come slap nathanial’s face pls)

ALSO... LINCOLN THE PAINNNNNNNNNNN

Andrewwww oh my god 🥺

For real though, in this timeline Lincoln won’t be saved by Gordon...will he just drown in darkness? Like in the OG timeline, after the accident with his ex Gordon appeared and took him to the afterlife...

We have no Gordon and no Jiaying here

NOOOO LINCOLN MY BABYYYYYYY

Someone’s gonna die I can FEEL it. I say it’s either Diasy or Mack. Or even May. Coulson is dead anyway and no way they’ll kill fitzsimmons. Elena won’t die I’m sure (I hope she doesn’t die)

I truly haven’t felt this much hate and annoyance towards a villian like this since Hive and Ward. Only this time it was x4. I hate Koraniel.

Jed and Mo I hope you have enough money to cover up all the therapy fees you owe this fandom