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lunajay33 · 4 months ago

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The One🐾

Summary: Life always felt like something was missing and falling into a funk you go to move to forks to live with your best friend Jacob and everything seems to fall into place when he introduces you to his friends

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

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Every since I was little I felt like something was missing, like no matter how happy and whole my life felt it was never enough and when I grew into my teen years it just got worse, so my mom thought it be best to send me to live with our family friends in Forks Washington where we use to live before we moved

Getting out of the cab seeing the familiar red house feeling the fresh coastal air breeze across me something clicked in me, like everything was gonna somehow be better here

I got my suitcase out of the car waving goodbye to the man that drove me all this way from the airport

“Y/N!!! YOURE HERE!” I turned seeing Jacob running out the door to me with wide open arms

Dropping my bags I jumped into his arms as he swung me around holding me tight then setting me gently on the ground again

“I can’t believe you’re back, I missed you so much”

“Jake we call almost every day” I laugh as he picks up my bags leading me back to the house

“I know but it’s not the same as actually having you here, plus I think it’ll be good for you, I have a bunch of friends now and we do stuff all the time and they’ll love you!” He was as excited as a little kid in a candy shop and it warmed my heart, finally being back in the town I was born in, the place I only ever felt right before moving

He dropped my bags in a little room, seemingly nervous at what I’ll think of it

“I love it, thank you and Billy agains for letting me stay”

“Anytime! Now I planned a little welcome home fire tonight for you, food, music and you’ll get to meet the whole pack!”

“Pack?”

“Oh umm yeah like….i mean my friends, our whole group, my friend Bella from town and some of the elders, I remember how you loved those stories they’d tell us as kids”

“You did all that for me?!”

“Of course, you’re back home where you belong, it’s only right we celebrate”

The night came and Jake was driving us to the go to spot they had fires and gatherings, we pulled up to a big open field by a little house, a big fire already roaring bright, hearing the cheerful voices from my open window as Jake shut off the engine

“Come on what’re you waiting for?” Jake asked from my now open door, my nerves taking hold of me not even noticing he got out and was now waiting for me on my side of the truck

“I’m a little nervous what if….what if they don’t like me?”

“They’re nothing to be worried about, just think of them just like me, and you’re always relaxed around me now come on let’s get some food before Paul eats it all” his words soothed me finally coursing me out of the truck

“Oh I remember Paul, he use to play with us sometimes at the beach right?”

“Yeah he’s become a bit of a hot head but he means well, he’s pretty protective of things that are important” he said handing me a plate as we got to the tables filled with food

“Hey!! Jake come over here got a spot for you!” I heard a girl by the fire say waving him over

“That’s Bella, I’m gonna go talk with her, mingle around these people will be in your life as long as you live with me” he smiled soothing my worries as he walked off

I picked up a chocolate chip muffin and placed it on the plate when someone spoke next to me

“Hey you must be the girl of the hour, I’m Emily Jake hasn’t stopped talking about you since he found out you were moving here, I’m glad to finally meet you!” She smiled giving me a warm motherly vibe

“It’s nice to meet you too! Thank you for coming I can’t believe everyone came just for me, I’m excited to reconnect and meet everyone!”

“Come on I’ll introduce you around” she brought me around, I met Seth Clearwater who wasn’t even born before I left but I remembered his sister Leah as well as Embry, I talked to Billy and the elders a bit before we moved on to the next

“Hey Paul! Remember y/n and few of the others do already!”

“How could I forget that little rascal” he laughed as he looked up at me from his plate, his smile dropping as we made eye contact, his plate crumbling to the ground

Everything felt still, this connection and pull I felt to him like he’s the only thing the matters, that no matter what happens or where I go I’ll be safe and loved, he drops to his knees as I place me hands on his shoulders, admiring his features he’s changed so much, so tall so muscular so handsome, the chatter around us stopped feeling everyone’s eyes on us but I don’t care all I care about is this moment

“No no no no NO, Paul really? Out of everyone it had to be my best friend?” Jake fumed snapping us out of this strange trance

“Like I can help it, but I’m not complaining she’s beautiful” he said making my heart thump

“Ummm what just happened?” The confusing starting to set in

“Right, I wouldn’t expect you to remember, come on we’ll tell you everything” Jake grabbed my hand and sat me next to him at the fire, Paul quick to sit on my other side, his body heat relaxing me

The “pack” went on to tell me everything, that the legends were true and most of the people including my best friend was a shifter, a wolf, it was hard to believe I mean wolves? But it wasn’t until they told me about imprints and that I was now Paul’s, but it didn’t feel wrong it felt completely right, like magically I was whole again

Everyone looked at me expectantly, anxious and waiting expression on everyone

“I know it’s a lot and we understand if you need time honey” Billy said comfortingly

“No……I’m fine really, I actually feel the best I have in a long time” I smile sheepishly as my cheeks rush with heat

“That makes sense, it’s said that if you’re separated from your soulmate even if not imprinted yet it drains you and now that you’re back, you’re where you’re suppose to be” Sam stated as he squeezed Emily’s hand

I look next to be to Paul who’s rough exterior I always remembered was gone now replaced with adoration as he looked at me like I hung the moon in the sky

“Would you like to go talk…..privately?” I asked

“I’d loved to Angel” he took my hand and led me away from the fire to the house, it was cozy just like Jake’s home, well mine now too

“Soooo I guess I’m your soulmate”

“I’ve been waiting for you, I always did have a crush on you when we were younger, always got jealous when Jake would talk about you” he smirked as he brushed back my hair

“Really? You had a crush on me?”

“Always, missed you a lot when you left, tried to forget about you but I never could get you out of my head, felt like something was missing with you gone and now I know why”

“So what are we now?” My heart thumping fast

“Anything you want Angel” he said squeezing my thigh

“Can we start with a date?” I ask placing my hand ontop of his that rested on my thigh

“I’d love that, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 5 I’ll plan something special!”

The clock showed 4:30 and I was a nervous wreck, this is my first date ever and it’s with a guy who’s my soulmate and a wolf, how did my life change so drastically

I combed down my hair for the millionth time hearing Jake laugh behind me as he was sat on the bed

“And what are you laughing at?”

“You, you’re fidgeting like crazy”

“Jake stop…I’ve never done this before what if we go out and he realizes he doesn’t wanna be with me, then I’m alone again”

“Y/n/n he’s gonna love you, hell I see how jealous he’d get everytime I’d bring you up”

There was a knock at the door and my heart jumped, I got up and flattened down my ivory dress

“Okay how do I look?”

“You look great now go on don’t keep him waiting!” I rush to the door taking a deep breath and opening it to see Paul standing with a pair of jeans and a tight black short sleeve and a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands

“You look beautiful wow” he said in a daze as his eyes roamed over every inch of me

“You don’t look to bad yourself handsome”

“Here these are for you, but they can’t compare to how pretty you are” he said handing them over

“Paul stop you’re gonna make me blush” I smiled placing the flowers in a little vase

“That’s the goal, now let’s go I’ve got everything ready” he gently took my hand leading me to the open field infront of the house

“Where’s your truck?”

“We’re going on foot” it’s just up the hill

We walked hand in hand for a while till we reached the cliff side with a beautiful view, there was string lights across the trees hanging over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket

“Wow you did all this for me?”

“Of course and I got all your favourites! Had to get a few tips from Jake” he laughed as we sat down

“This is so sweet, so far this is an amazing first date” I said taking a bite of a strawberry

“First? You’ve never been on a date before?”

“No….ive never been interested in anyone before….well before now” I looked at him a bit embarrassed but being around him felt like he’d never judge me

“I get that, no one ever compared to how I feel for you, you’re the one, my only one”

Part 2?

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ereardon · 10 months ago

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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter One

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol

Chapter summary: Y/N meets Bob's squadron, and encounters someone she thought she'd never see again; the Daggers celebrate Jake's birthday where he and Y/N have their first conversation after the one night stand

Masterlist here

You were late. Bob was going to kill you. Your brother was a stickler when it came to being on time. It came as no surprise to anyone in your family that he had gone into the military.

You rushed through the door, purse strap getting caught on the handle and you tugged it free, chest rising as you spun around, searching for Bob. He stood in the corner of the coffee shop, pristine in a khaki uniform, eyes wide behind his wire glasses.

“Hi Ducky,” he said as you tossed yourself into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. He felt like home, even though it had been years since you and Bob had lived under the same roof. You had been barely a teen when Bob left for the Naval Academy, and his stints on land were far and few between after. His assignment to Top Gun was the first time he had settled somewhere on a more permanent basis. It’s why you decided to move to San Diego after college. All of your friends had scattered around the country – grad school in New York, policy analysts in Washington, even one friend had taken an internship with an art dealer in Miami. But you had packed up and left Tennessee with one goal. Be closer to your brother.

“Bobby,” you grinned, stepping back to admire him. Every time you saw him it was months apart and so much had changed, but also so little. He was the same Bob who had thrown you over his shoulder to win the family flag football game on Thanksgiving. The same Bob who had carried your book bag for you when you were in elementary school and he was a middle schooler and went a mile out of his way every morning to make sure you got to your homeroom class safe and sound. The Bob who always picked up, day or night, when you called. The Bob who listened to you weep about your college boyfriend who broke your heart. The Bob who took care of you when you were seven and had the flu and your mom was working a double shift at the hospital and couldn’t stay home with you.

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on his tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.”

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous.

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right?

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally.

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.”

Jake. Your stomach did a somersault.

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips.

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again.

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed.

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up.

***

Bob had never been the type to have a huge friend group, or any close friends really. So the first time he called from Top Gun, giddy with excitement, you had been elated for him. Your brother deserved a tightly knit friend group.

Before you had moved to San Diego, Bob had filled you in on the group’s antics. Their flights, their wild nights out, the dynamics. But he had centered mostly on Phoenix and Rooster.

Jake had conveniently been left out of the majority of the conversation.

“Well?” Bob asked as the two of you headed back to his house in your rental car. “What do you think of the group?”

“They’re nice,” you said.

“That’s it? Nice?”

You sighed. “I’m really happy for you, Bobby. You have a good group of friends. I know that’s what you always wanted.”

Bob leaned back against the seat. You were the one person that Bob confided in. He was an open book and you could read him with one glance. Looking over, you spotted his furrowed brow, the tense way he was squeezing his knuckles together.

“Are you OK?” you asked, turning your eyes back toward the road, slowing down to take a right turn.

“Tell me you didn’t move here for me.”

“Then I’d be lying.”

“Y/N,” Bob said. His voice had taken on Big Brother™ mode. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t you want me around?” you whispered.

“Of course I do,” Bob replied. “I just don’t want you to waste your life following me.”

“Living in California a waste?” you asked. “No way.”

“What’s the plan, Duck?”

“Not everyone was born potty trained and with a plan, Bobby.”

“You’re twenty-three,” he countered. “It’s time to be an adult and figure out what you’re doing with your life.”

“You sound like mom.”

“And we both know she’s never wrong.”

You sighed. “Just because you got your life together at seven doesn’t mean I have to.”

“Duck—”

You cut him off. “Bobby, please. It’s been a week. Give me a little time and I promise, I'll figure out what I’m doing. Just be my brother, OK, instead of acting like my dad.”

That silenced him. Bob had taken your father’s disappearance harder than you had. He put on a brave face. He stepped up. He became the man of the house. But that meant that he had taken it upon himself to be your brother and your dad. So even at twenty three he still saw you as a child.

The two of you drove the rest of the way back to Bob’s house in silence. Inside, you were just about to close the door to your guest bedroom when Bob’s voice floated down the hall.

“By the way,” he said, “I told the squad we’d go out for drinks with them tonight. It’s Jake’s birthday.”

You grimaced. “Sounds good.”

“Leave at nine?”

“Sure.” You closed the door, plopping down on the bed face first. You had moved to San Diego to figure your life out. And of course the first thing you had done was have a one night stand with one of Bob’s teammates. If he had been anyone else in the world you would have been able to avoid him.

What do you get someone for their birthday when you hoped you’d never see them again?

***

“Floyd!”

You turned at the same time as Bob. Bradley grinned. “Oh this is going to get confusing.”

“Here.” Natasha pointed to the bar stool next to her. “Have a seat. Boys will get you a drink. Bradshaw?”

Bradley tipped his head. “On it, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes as you settled into the seat, crossing your legs beneath the short skirt. “So, Y/N. Bob’s told me all about his little sister. But he left out that you were coming to live here.”

“I’m not much of a planner.”

Phoenix laughed. “The anti-Bob. I like you already.”

“He’s told me a lot about you,” you replied. “And Bradley.”

“And nothing about Jake I’m guessing?” You nodded and Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to even go there.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

Phoenix craned her neck around, making sure the two of you were out of earshot before nodding. “Just steer clear of him. That’s my suggestion. Hangman is fun for a night. But things get messy quick. And he and Bob have a little bit of a history.”

You frowned. “What kind of history?”

Just as Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, Bradley pressed a beer into your open hand. “Ducky.”

You grimaced. “Bobby, you didn’t!”

He shrugged. “Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m so going to eat your last Pop-Tart tomorrow just to get you back for that.”

“Fill us in, will you?” Phoenix asked.

“When she was four, Y/N became obsessed with those little yellow rubber ducks that you put in your bath.” You groaned as your brother recounted the full story. How you had thrown a fit when your mother had tried to take you out of the bath and the only thing to calm you had been to fill your bed with the rubber ducks. And how the next morning that continued, one rubber duck gripped firmly in your chubby hand as you ate breakfast, went to the park, tagged along to the grocery store, went to daycare. This continued for weeks.

You didn’t want to admit to the team that you still had a rubber duck stuffed inside your suitcase back at Bob’s house. It was a safety net of sorts.

“Sorry, Duck,” Bob said, squeezing your shoulders and placing a small peck on the top of your head.

You looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, he had a massive grin on his face. He was happy. All you had wanted in as long as you could remember was for Bob to be happy. He took your happiness more seriously than his own. It was time you returned the favor.

“Am I interrupting?” All eyes turned to Jake. He had on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots peeking out the bottom. He shot a grin your way and you did your best to avoid his eye contact.

“Happy birthday, Hangman.” There was a chill in Bob’s voice, or perhaps you were reading into it because of what Phoenix had said earlier.

Jake nodded. “Thanks, man. Anyone up for a game of darts?”

Bob dropped his hand from your shoulder, following Phoenix and Jake back toward the darts board on one end of the bar. You sat back in your seat, tipping the beer down your throat, watching as they played. There was an easy banter with all of them.

You finished your beer, the darts game still ongoing. Quietly, you slipped around the edge of the room, out the door that led to the back deck.

It was quiet outside, just the sound of the waves crashing against the hard sand and the soft hum of the music as it seeped through under the door and from behind the old windows. You laid your fingertips on the wooden railing, tipping your head back toward the moon that was slung low in the sky, feeling the cool breeze dry the sweat that had started to form on the base of your neck.

“Mind if I join?”

You turned. Jake stepped out onto the deck, a beer in one hand. He approached the railing, putting the green bottle down and smirking over at you. This time you were far less drunk. You shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to say what you can or can’t do?”

He frowned. “Don’t be like that.”

“Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean you know me.”

He looked bristled. “Y/N. I had no idea you were Bob’s sister when we met the other night. If I had known, I—”

“Wouldn’t have fucked me?”

He grimaced. “You’re the one that left without saying anything.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you were falling over yourself to drive me home. It was better that way and we both know it.” You allowed yourself to look up. God, he was stunning. Green, wide eyes. Tanned skin, the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the railing. You could remember the way his touch felt as he dragged his fingertips over your skin. You tried to shake the memory from your mind. “Just do me one favor.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t tell Bob,” you whispered. “Let’s just forget the other night ever happened.”

Jake’s gaze lingered. “If that’s what you want.”

You pushed up off of the railing. “It’ll be better, trust me.” You headed for the door, turning around at the last moment. Jake was still leaning against the railing, watching the waves in the dark. “Jake?”

He turned, green eyes wide. There was something almost sad about him, you thought. It was a fleeting glimpse, but you saw it.

“Happy birthday.”

He smiled. You turned, peering through the glass on the wood door. Bob had his head thrown back in a laugh as Bradley pounded against the piano keys and Phoenix danced. You smiled. Your brother was happy.

You weren’t going to ruin his perfectly crafted life by saying you had slept with one of his friends. It would be easier for everyone if you and Jake Seresin pretended you had never met before.

How would they ever catch you in your lie?

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rootedinrevisions · 19 days ago

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Masterlist: Glen Powell

Whether it’s Glen Powell himself or the unforgettable roles he brings to life, this section is dedicated to all things Glen.

From standalone one-shots to multi-part series, you’ll find stories exploring the charm of Glen as an actor and the personalities of his iconic characters, like Jake Seresin from Top Gun: Maverick and Tyler Owens from Twisters.

Whether you're in the mood for quick reads or something a little more in-depth, there's plenty here to dive into. Enjoy the journey, and feel free to leave your thoughts!

GLEN POWELL (HIMSELF)

**ONE-SHOTS**

More Than a Game (Glen x Reader)

When you join Glen Powell for a night under the bright Texas stadium lights, you expect an evening of football and fun—but what you don’t expect is the sting of an offhand comment that shakes your confidence. As Glen’s world of fans and flashing cameras surrounds you, he’s quick to remind you of where you stand: by his side, as the one who holds his heart. With every protective gesture, from offering you his jacket to placing his prized Stetson on your head, Glen shows the world that you’re not just another face in the crowd—you’re someone special. FLUFF.

Texas Orange (Glen x Reader)

Heavily based on the song "Tennesse Orange" by Megan Moroney. You're in the early stages of your relationship with Glen and he takes you to a Texas football game with him. FLUFF

Between Sets and Scenes (Glen x Reader)

As a dedicated personal trainer in Washington D.C., you've worked with high-profile clients before, but when actor Glen Powell steps into your gym, life takes an unexpected turn. What starts as a simple fitness transformation for Glen quickly evolves into something more when the lines between professionalism and attraction begin to blur. A chance encounter outside the gym leads to late-night conversations, unexpected connections, and the realization that sometimes the best chemistry happens off-screen. But with Glen's rising star and your grounded life, can you keep things casual, or is something deeper already taking shape? FLUFF

**SERIES**

In the Wings (Glen x Reader)

When you're offered the chance to work as a hair and makeup artist on Top Gun 3, it feels like a dream come true. Leaving behind your routine for a Hollywood blockbuster, you arrive on set with high hopes but little expectation of the whirlwind to come. That all changes the day you meet Glen Powell—charming, grounded, and quick to make an impression. As your professional relationship grows, so does a spark between you, but you're still keeping things strictly work. For now, the only thing you're certain of is that this job will be like no other. FLUFF

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TYLER OWENS (TWISTERS)

**ONE-SHOTS**

Painted Him Perfect (Tyler x Reader)

Inspired by Alexandra Kay’s song "Painted Him Perfect." Tyler and his soon-to-be ex-wife grapple with the stark reality of their crumbling marriage as she makes her way to Oklahoma to finalize their divorce. Despite the façade of a perfect relationship portrayed to their fans, her heartfelt video revealing their separation exposes the cracks hidden beneath the surface. ANGST.

I'm Comin' Over (Tyler x OC)

Ashley is sitting at home one night, staring at her phone. She knows she shouldn't call him. She knows it's a bad idea. But she can't resist and gives in. She sends Tyler a late-night text, and his response is immediate. Tyler arrives at her place and the two try to work out the issues in the relationship. SMUT.

Begin Again (Tyler x Reader)

Based on the song Begin Again by Taylor Swift. Just Tyler being a southern gentleman on a blind date to a girl who had written off love after her last relationship. FLUFF.

Drunk Girl (Tyler x Reader)

Based on the song Drunk Girl by Chris Janson. You and your boyfriend break up, and you go out for a couple of drinks to try and not feel anything. You start the night out with friends planning on just having a couple, but by the end of the night, you've had a few too many. Your friends call Tyler, and he steps in, making sure you get home safe. He takes you back to your place, gets you to bed, and then leaves. ANGST. FLUFF.

**SERIES**

Twisted Fate (Tyler x OC)

In the aftermath of a devastating tornado that ravages her hometown, Lexi finds herself trapped in the rubble of her destroyed home. Years ago, she and Tyler Owens were inseparable until he went down a path of storm chasing and YouTube fame. Now, as fate would have it, Tyler is chasing the very tornado that has torn through her town. Miraculously, amidst the chaos, Lexi manages to call out for help, and to her disbelief, Tyler hears her cries. Risking his own safety, he navigates the debris to reach her, pulling her to safety just in time. In the moments of relief and gratitude that follow, old feelings resurface, reminding her of what they once shared.

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Chasing Us (Tyler x OC)

When Hannah needs a date to her sister's wedding, she turns to one of her best friends and fellow storm chasers, Tyler, for help. What starts as a simple favor quickly turns complicated as the lines between pretense and reality blur. With the backdrop of a beautiful seaside wedding, Hannah and Tyler navigate their growing feelings for each other, facing moments of heartache, unexpected confessions, and the realization that they might be more than just friends after all.

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One of Them Girls (Tyler x Reader)

After a long day of Tornado chasing, Tyler Owens and his crew head to a local bar to unwind. At the end of the bar sits a woman who sparks Tyler's interest. Despite her initial reluctance, Tyler's persistence leads to a playful evening of banter, pool games, and dancing. As the night progresses, the barriers between them begin to fall and begins the start of something beautiful.

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Enough for You (Tyler x Reader)

After months of chasing storms and harboring unspoken feelings, the moment of truth finally arrives. When Tyler returns to the team with someone new by his side, it shatters the hope you secretly held onto. In the aftermath of his abandonment, you're left grappling with heartache, wondering why you were never enough for him. As Tyler tries to make amends for leaving, the conversation takes a painful turn when he confronts the feelings he never knew existed. But some apologies can't fix what’s been broken, and all you want is to go back to the way things were—before you let him into your heart.

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Never Left Me (Tyler x OC)

Lauren is working at the law office she shares with her fiancé, Jonathan, when she receives the heartbreaking call from her father about her mother’s passing. Overcome with grief, Lauren struggles to process the loss, and Jonathan is by her side, offering unwavering support as she begins to prepare for the trip back to Arkansas. As she packs, Jonathan notices her unease, suspecting that something beyond her mother’s death is weighing on her. The tension between them grows when he gently pushes her to open up about why she’s avoided returning home for so long, but Lauren remains vague, unable to reveal the real reason: her unresolved past with Tyler. The car ride to Arkansas is heavy with silence, broken only by Jonathan’s attempts at conversation, but Lauren’s thoughts are far away. When they finally arrive at her childhood farmhouse, Lauren is hit with the weight of both her loss and the past she’s been running from for eight years.

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JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

(TOP GUN: MAVERICK)

**SERIES**

Rooster's Shadow (Jake x OC)

When Carly Bradshaw, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw’s younger sister, starts college near her brother’s TOP GUN base, she’s excited for a fresh start. A surprise night out with Rooster introduces her to Jake Seresin, the charming and cocky Navy pilot known as Hangman. As Jake’s attention shifts to Carly, their undeniable chemistry leads to a series of flirtatious encounters that challenge Carly’s feelings and Rooster’s protective instincts.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5

Cop Car (Jake x Reader)

You and Jake enter a restricted area to watch the planes take off. It's all fun and games until the two of you end up cuffed in the backseat of a car. Things only get worse when your dad, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrives on the scene. Loosely based on/inspired by Cop Car by Keith Urban because apparently my thing lately has been making fics out of songs.

PART 1 I PART 2

Unplanned Journeys (Jake x OC)

You’ve been feeling off—tired, anxious, and full of doubt. When the realization hits that you could be pregnant, your world shifts. As you struggle with the weight of the situation and avoid Jake, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. When you finally tell Jake, the conversation is filled with tension and fear.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3

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ghcstpyre · 25 days ago

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tom ludlow x f!reader x jack traven

cw: jealous!tom, rookie!reader, cis female reader, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, one sided pining (or is it? oooo), nicknames for reader (rookie, kid), slight horniness, SFW.

word count: 3.6k

anon: Do you take requests? If yes, may I request a jealous Tom Ludlow drabble?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind that I made this a crossover, I couldn't resist including the other LAPD dreamboat 🤤 I know next to nothing about the way american police systems work so sorry for any mistakes or inaccuracies!

Tom's eyes were glued to you as you chatted away with a young man at the bar, perched daintily atop one of the rickety looking barstools. He was vaguely aware that Captain Briggs to his right was talking to him, something about a lethal cocktail he tried in a seedy bar during his holiday to Europe, but only half of his attention was paid to his colleague.

The bar was fairly crowded with groups of friends engulfing the tables, playing pool and sitting at the bar. The dim lights washed the room in a warm glow, the sound of blues music and laughter filled the space between the bodies and the faint smell of cigarettes could be smelled lightly wafting in from the entrance whenever anyone left or entered.

A few of the officers were out to celebrate the birthday of one of the guys from the bomb squad - Jake or Jace or something like that. Tom never really went out of his way to get friendly with the adrenaline junkies. Since his already weary heart was torn in two by Wander, he hadn't gone out of his way to get friendly with anyone.

Briggs being one of the exceptions of course. The scrawny, smug asshole was the only thing that stood between him and a lifetime of hell behind bars after his blood-soaked hunt for the monster behind Washington’s murder. Turns out that glueing your life back together after it crumbled around you in rapid succession really puts a spin on how you feel about a guy.

The only other exception was you. You, with your sparkling eyes, perfect smile, sunny disposition and pure, uncorrupted sense of justice.

When the Captain introduced you as Tom's new partner, he wasn't so sure. You were young, fresh from the academy with the same childlike wonder shining in your eyes that he had when he was a rookie himself. He was old and tired and quite frankly he didn't have the patience for training the newbie. But you'd very quickly exceeded his insultingly low expectations, and if Tom was completely honest with himself, the two of you actually made a good team.

You were competent in the field, able to hold your own but also smart enough to know when to seek assistance. You listened to him, but also questioned him when you thought it necessary. Easily the biggest bonus was the fact you didn't mind the piles of paperwork that came after a bust; more than once Tom had been more than happy to slip away to get some real work done while you buried your pretty face into those dreaded stacks of dead tree. You threw yourself into it, much like you did with everything else that came with the job.

And yet, even after witnessing some of the horrors that came with being a detective, still you shone brightly like a beacon of innocence and hope amongst the jaded and corrupt.

That is why Tom Ludlow began to fall for you. And god he hoped that light didn't burn out like his had done all those years ago.

“...om? Tom? Oi, Ludlow!”

One of Briggs’ boney hands waved in front of Tom's face, drawing the detective's attention away from you. Tom took a sip of his drink - whiskey, neat since he didn't have to try and cover up the stench of booze for once - and turned his head to look at Briggs who looked less than impressed.

“You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?” Briggs deadpanned.

Tom scoffed. “Sure I did. Something about cocktails and your titillating discovery of European prostitutes?”

The captain rolled his beady eyes. “Ha ha. Y'know, I think I prefer Vodka-Tom. He might be a sad sack, but at least he doesn't think himself a comedian.”

Tom barked out a short laugh. “Unfortunately for me there ain't a single version of you I like, James.”

Briggs grinned and the two men clinked their glasses together, enjoying their little bubble of solitude tucked away on a table in the corner while the younger officers joined in with the joyous din of the bar. A small reprieve from his longing for your attention, albeit brief. The Captain eventually excused himself to use the restroom and although Tom had tried to force his gaze to wander over the groups of people scattered around the bar, it always eventually ended up landing on you again.

The little black dress you wore flattered you in all the right places and the black heels on your feet sent a thrill through his body. Your hair fell over your shoulders, washed and blow-dried to perfection and when he caught the rouge on your lips he swore his heart skipped a beat. He'd only ever seen you during work hours with your hair nearly pulled back, bare faced and donning your uniform. Always professional, always put together.

Tonight he was seeing you in a whole new light. While he was only watching you from afar, Tom could tell that you were a little tipsy and all smiles for the man sat on the barstool next to you. He watched, his jaw clenched as you laughed at something the man said, twirling your straw around in your glass before bringing the thin tube of plastic to your plush red lips to take a sip of your drink.

Tom couldn't get a good look at the man, but he could see that he was tall, broad and sporting a buzzcut and a badge hooked to his belt. Part of the bomb squad, Tom deduced, if his stature was anything to go by. A puff of air left Tom in a quiet huff and he shifted in his seat, sipping from his drink again while he tried to get a better look at you and the man he’d already decided he didn't like.

The detective had only decided to show his face tonight because you'd mentioned you were going. He didn't know how you knew the birthday boy, but he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to see you and spend time with you outside the precinct. Obviously he'd dragged Briggs along as his plus one; there was no way in hell he was suffering through any sort of bomb squad party without a friend there to kill time with.

Besides, it was an open invitation party which was as good an excuse as any to bump into you.

Mr Buzzcut eventually left to meander his way through the crowd over to the retro jukebox off to the side of the bar, leaving you sitting pretty on that shit barstool by yourself. Tom threw back the rest of his drink, wiped his mouth and decided to talk to you while Buzzcut wasn't hanging around.

As Tom weaved his way through the groups of drunken partygoers, he kept reminding himself that there was nothing wrong with an officer making conversation with his subordinate off duty. He might've been older than you - by quite the margin - but there was nothing out of the ordinary about two coworkers having a casual chat and a drink.

“Rookie.” Tom greeted you gruffly as he stepped up to the bar next to where you were perched.

You turned your head and looked up at him, still having to tilt your head up to meet his gaze despite being sat on a tall barstool. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you immediately sat up straighter upon realising who it was.

“Detective Ludlow! I didn't know you were here.” You half yelled, doing your best to be heard over the din of the bar and not slur your words at the same time. “If I had I would've found you sooner to say hello, Sir.”

Tom huffed in amusement and waved one of his large hands dismissively, his other arm resting atop the bar from his elbow. “Don't worry about it. And we're off duty, no need to be so formal, kid.”

You smiled and he noticed the way the tension in your shoulders began to unwind, no longer sitting straight as an arrow. “Alright then, Tom, what are you doing here?” You asked, angling your body to fully face him and cross one long leg over the other. It took all of Tom's strength to not follow the movement of your leg with his eyes. Hearing you call him by his name did things to him that certainly weren't appropriate for the relationship he had with you. “Didn't think you were that fond of the bomb squad.”

“Oh yeah? What gave it away?” He grinned, a curious eyebrow raised.

You tapped your index finger against your chin in mock thought and cocked your head to the side. “Hmm I don't know, maybe the constant grumbling whenever any of them enter our office? The sarcastic comments? The general hostility?” Your pretty face scrunched into a comical scowl and you puffed out your chest in an attempt to impersonate him. If it was anyone else Tom would tell them to fuck off, but coming from you it was just downright adorable.

The corners of Tom's brown eyes crinkled into crow’s feet as he smiled and laughed, a deep baritone sound rumbling from his chest. He shifted his stance, inching a little closer to you and leaning his weight onto one hip. You could smell the notes of his cologne drifting towards you and maybe it was because you were a little drunk, but you couldn't help but notice how good he smelled – and how good he looked.

He wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of brown ankle boots. But his t-shirt was tight enough that it stretched across his broad chest and strained around his thick biceps. The heavy silver buckle on his belt did things to your insides (you'd already seen the way Tom could handle a belt once before and the fire it lit beneath your skin had you wanting to see him do it again) and his denim jeans hugged his long legs in all the right places. The Cuban-esque heels on his boots were the cherry on the cake; he looked absolutely delicious.

You were definitely drunk, you told yourself, because you found yourself wanting to get closer to Tom so you could get a whiff of that cologne at least once more. After sucking up the last of your drink through the straw in your glass you hopped down off the rickety barstool to stand next to Tom.

As your heels touched the wooden floorboards you wobbled drunkenly and stumbled forward, right into Tom. He seemed to anticipate it however, and reacted quick enough to catch you before you face planted right into his chest – not that he would've minded it if you had done. The arm that wasn't resting on the bar wrapped around your waist to hold you firmly against his body while you regained your footing.

“Easy there, rookie.” Tom murmured, his voice a deep, pleasant rumble.

It was the first time you'd been this physically close to eachother in a situation that didn't involve any sort of danger. You felt secure in his strong hold and as you looked up to meet his gaze from beneath your lashes, you couldn't quite place the look on his face.

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Tom exhaled and let his arm loosen around you. His hand, however, stayed resting protectively - almost possessively - on your lower back as you took a small step back, still staying close enough to smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body.

“S-sorry,” Though you were apologising your lips still curved up into a smile. “I turn into a clutz when I've had a few.”

Tom returned your smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling once more. “It would seem so. Better be careful or you'll end up clinging to your superior officer all night.”

You could've sworn there was a suggestive tinge to his voice, but you chalked it up to the booze swimming throughout your system. Tom's smile only widened when you didn't blanche or recoil away and instead inched closer to him, close enough that you were practically tucked against his side.

“Oh no,” You faked a swoon, dramatically pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and leaning your full weight against him. “I’d get a big strong man looking after me and you'd get a hot young woman on your arm all night – what a predicament!”

Tom barked out another laugh, the rare sound flooding your chest with warmth.

Big strong man, huh? He thought.

“Jesus kid, you are drunk. Think you've got room for another?” The hand that rested on your lower back slid upwards to curl around your bare shoulder and give it an affectionate squeeze.

It was difficult for him to ignore just how soft your skin felt beneath his rough, calloused hand, and how perfectly you slotted against his side. Tom was already committing the curves of your body to memory.

“Hell yeah I do.” You grinned up at him and he signalled to the bartender with his free hand to order drinks for the two of you.

Once Tom had paid for your drinks you perched yourself on the barstool again with him relinquishing his hold on you and following suit. You scooted your seat closer to him under the guise of wanting to hear him better over the noisy patrons as you chatted and sipped on your booze. If he saw through the lie he said nothing, though you didn't miss the way his pupils dilated, swallowing the warm brown hue of his irises when your ankle rubbed against his leg as you crossed one over the other.

The rest of the bar seemed to fade away, all of your attention on the man in front of you. It was as if all of the voices, laughter and music around you had been turned down to volume 0 and the visuals shifted out of focus until they blurred. You didn't even realise the music change from a bluesy number to ABBA. How had you never noticed how handsome, how charming Tom was before?

You weren't even sure you could blame it on the beer goggles anymore.

It was someone else's hand on the small of your back that pulled you back to reality. You watched as Tom's eyes narrowed at whoever had interrupted the two of you and for a moment you thought it was some creep trying to cop a feel. But when you turned your head to look at the owner of said hand, you immediately relaxed.

“Jack!” The upbeat notes of ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ finally reached your ears. “Welcome back birthday boy. Did you put this one on?”

Jack flashed you a dazzling grin of pride, seemingly completely unaware of Tom's existence on the stool next to you despite the glare being shot his way. “Hell yeah I did. Do I get the star detective’s seal of approval?”

The sleeves of his loose-fitting faded flannel shirt were rolled up to the elbow, showing off his toned, bronzed forearms and he'd neglected to button up the first two buttons at the top, exposing just enough of his chest to make you want to rip open the rest. His light blue jeans and white sneakers had him sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the blacks and browns of the other patrons.

Your ankle retracted from Tom's leg and you laughed. That sweet sound would've been music to Tom's ears had it been directed at anyone other than that cocky prick. The grip he had on his drink tightened, enough that his knuckles began to turn white.

“Absolutely you do, I love this song!”

You were all smiles and rosy cheeks for this guy and it was taking all of Tom's willpower not to butt in and put this boy in his place. He'd had a few run-ins with Jack Traven in the past when their cases crossed over and needless to say, the two of them did not get along. Tom respected Jack for his heroics on that bus with the bomb; it was rare to find someone else with the balls and grit to say fuck it to the endless red tape and just get shit done, but that was where his like for Traven began and ended.

“Really?” Tom piped up, casually sipping on his drink, reclaiming your attention and gaining Traven’s. “You like this kinda stuff?”

Tom's gaze dropped to your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. He knew for a fact he'd be thinking about the cute shade of pink of your tongue while he laid in bed later in the night, trying not to think of you at all.

“Tom, this is Jack from the SWAT team. Jack, this is Tom, my partner in crime. Or law? I guess?” You said, not clocking the obvious tension between the two men either side of you.

The attractive, charming SWAT member who flirted with you whenever he needed to stop by your office, and your hot, older superior officer who smelled amazing and made you think extremely inappropriate thoughts. You just knew you were going to have some very interesting dreams about this later.

“Yeah, we've met.” Jack's voice didn't hold as much charm now that it was directed at Tom and his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. The detective simply nodded in acknowledgement. “How's Briggs doing? You still keeping his desk piled high with paperwork thanks to your…heroics?”

You raised a freshly plucked brow at Jack, then turned to Tom. The older man’s poker face didn't crack, completely unphased by Jack's obvious passive aggression. “How's Annie?”

You could feel Jack's hand on your lower back stiffen.

“You guys were pretty loved up after that train popped up from the ground. Must be an intense kinda girl.” Tom continued, bringing his glass to his lips once again, nonchalant to the core.

Jack removed his hand from you and stood up to his full height. He couldn't have been much shorter than Tom, maybe by a couple of inches. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and while the two men were busy doing their best to be subtle about their peacocking in front of you, you were slurping your drink through your straw and trying to process the possibility of Jack already having a girlfriend.

“We broke up. Thanks for opening up that wound, old man.”

Old man. Tom grinned and huffed in amusement, knowing he'd hit a nerve. “Ah c'mon champ, the wound can't be that bad. I could've sworn I saw you in here with a different girl not too long ago. Y'know, curly hair? Hoop earrings?”

Jack's thick eyebrows pulled down in a frown and he puffed out his chest beneath his folded arms. “Are you jealous? What's your problem?”

“I just don't want a womaniser like you sniffing around my rookie. So why don't you be a good SWAT hound and sniff somewhere else?”

Tom spoke in a possessive growl. If you weren't several drinks deep you'd be embarrassed by the heat pooling between your thighs at the detective calling you his. You were about to pipe up and attempt some drunken damage control, but Jack was stepping around you and up to Tom before you could say anything.

The detective slid off his chair to stand to his full height the moment Jack was close enough for the toes of their shoes to touch. He leered over the younger man, eyes narrowed in fury, daring him to try it.

“You wanna say that again old man?” Jack spat, his words dripping from his tongue like venom. “Why’re you acting like some jealous boyfriend over a girl half your age anyway?”

Tom's fists were balled up so tight his knuckles had turned white. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene right in front of you – he was older and knew better – but goddamn if he wasn't tempted to clock this insufferable prick right in his jaw to teach him a lesson and shut him the hell up.

“She's your subordinate too, right? Maybe I should pay Briggs a visit, I'm sure he'd love to hear about this little abuse of power.”

“Okay!” You put your now-empty glass down on the bar with a forceful clunk and hopped down from your perch to grab the sleeve of Jack's flannel shirt and pull him back so you could stand between the two peacocking men. Luckily for you, Jack allowed you to move him, the tension building up within his muscles immediately easing off at your touch.

The fact that you'd gone for Jack and not him only riled Tom up further. But, for your sake, he inhaled deeply and let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, forcing himself to simmer down as he watched you turn to the younger man and place those dainty little hands of yours on his chest.

“You, birthday boy, are missing out on Dancing Queen and still owe me a dance, and you–” You removed a hand from Jack to jab a finger into Tom's chest. “--Sir, need to rescue Captain Briggs from that very drunk woman over there.”

Tom's intense gaze flicked down to where your finger lingered on him a little too long, then to your pretty eyes before finally turning around to see that, yup, his friend had been cornered by an extremely inebriated woman on his way out of the bathroom. She was practically hanging off him with her arms around his neck whilst the much skinnier man desperately tried to point out the wedding ring on his boney finger.

Both you and Jack had to do your best not to laugh, stifling your giggles behind your hands as Tom deflated like a balloon in front of your eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He groaned, his altercation with Traven immediately forgotten as he stomped over to rescue Briggs. Your gaze lingered on the older man as his long legs ate up the space between him and the Captain, leaving you with Jack who was already taking your hand in his and tugging you towards the dancefloor.

With a roll of your eyes you allowed yourself to be dragged away by the handsome young man, despite the urge to follow after Tom like a little lost lamb. Jack held both of your hands as the two of you began to move and sway enthusiastically along to the upbeat tune of ABBA.

When Tom had finally managed to untangle the drunken woman from Briggs without flashing his badge, he couldn't help the way his heart sank in his chest at the sight of you cosied up to Traven on the dancefloor. If he thought about it hard enough he could still feel the curves of your body pressed against his side, all soft and supple and goddamn delicious to the point where he almost ached with the desire to map out those dips and swells with his hands, lips and tongue.

“Let's get outta here.” He grunted, forcing himself to look away from you before the urge to start drinking vodka crept up on him.

“Already? You still owe me a drink.” Briggs complained.

Tom didn't bother replying, already making a beeline for the exit, his eyes focused straight ahead on the squeaky double doors to avoid seeing the way Jack's hands moved to your hips to pull you against him.

What he didn't see was your pretty head turning to watch him leave.

#tom ludlow x reader #tom ludlow x you #tom ludlow #keanu reeves #keanuverse #street kings #jack traven #this was fun to write! hopefully yall enjoy #turns out writing grumpy old men is very fun #anyway im very tired rn. im posting and crawling away #c: tom ludlow.#w: drabble.#of you see any typos. no u didnt

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mariacrow · 1 year ago

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Hello there!!! I was wondering if perhaps you could do either Cybertronian seeker or human reader that is female and she (you could change it to gender neutral) where she is from the TFP universe and ended up in Bayverse and she TFP’s Optimus’ lover and she spends time with the bots (all of them survived they didn't die) and she has grown close to the humans. She also has been treating Bay Optimus in a very similar way that she treats her Optimus but the thing is she has trouble telling him that they are sparkmates or married in TFP. Therefore, when a conversation arrises amongst the bots in a meeting with Simmons, Galloway and Mearing, asking about her joruney here, it ends up slipping she is in love with Optimus and ends up explaining they're conjuxed... I wonder how the other bots will react and how Optimus would be and the humans? 😭 I love your writing and thank you! Bonus if it's hinted throughout that she was taken when Sideswipe tried flirting with her but it didn't stick.

That’s so creative! I think I know how to make this spicy ;)

BTF x TFP reader who’s Optimus’s lover and ends up in Bayverse

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

takes place in Transformers Prime AU where everyone lives and is protecting Earth

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon AU where Ironhide and Jazz are alive

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

“Stay safe.” Optimus said to you while holding you in his servos. He softly smiled as he brought you closer to his face.

“Don’t worry boss, I will!” you joked as you gave him a hug. You gave his face plate soft kiss, right under his optic, making his spark lit up.

A low hum escaped his chest as he gently stroked your head.

“Are you two done?” Ratchet say enviously, holding the ground bridge ready.

Optimus gently placed you on the ground. You rolled your eyes at Ratchet and chuckled as you walked to the ground bridge

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

“I AM NOT- would you stop with that?!” Ratchet shouted, making everyone have a good laugh. Optimus didn’t budge though, he was looking at you, your beautiful smile and beautiful figure.

“See ya guys!” you said before you gave Optimus a special little wave before stepping into the portal. Optimus gave a cute little wave back as a tiny smile couldn’t leave his face. So wholesome!

You went farther inside, ready to go home, to Washington DC. Ratchet had everything ready and didn’t think anything could go wrong, no one thought. But oh… they had no idea…

Suddenly the ground bridge started making weird high frequency pulsing noises that were getting louder and faster. A sudden force, like stronger gravity, pushed you down onto your knees. You were groaning, holding your ears shut.

“RATCHET!!!” you exclaimed, trying to get up but the force was getting stronger as well as the noises.

Mass panic took over the base. They could hear you yelling.

“Ratchet, bring her back!” Optimus yelled. It’s odd to hear him yell like that which means he was extremely scared…

“I am trying, Optimus!” the medic panicked while desperately trying to fix whatever happened with the portal.

“Hurry up!!!” Miko yelled. She was scared she was gonna lose her bestie… “Guys! It’s changing colors!!!”

The ground bridge was now blue. Ratchet has never dealt with something like this. They kept hearing you begging for help. Then suddenly…

The portal aggressively closed, almost like an explosion, making the whole base shake. Everything went quiet. Ratchet tried turning it on again but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no…” the medic said. He frantically tried tracking you, looking all over the globe but… no signs…

Sorrow and fear were all over Prime’s face. He felt his spark ache.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean “oh no”???” Jake panicked.

“I-I don’t think she’s coming back…” Rafael said.

Bumblebee buzzed in fear, Arcee was asking questions as well as Bulkhead.

“She’s not in this dimension anymore…” Ratchet barely mouthed those words, trying to think of how to bring you back but… that’s gonna be a very difficult and long process…

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

“There is..” the medic continued, “but Optimus.. this has never happened before… It might take days.. weeks.. months..”

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

“I-I just need to concentrate, alright!? I can fix this! I can fix this…” Ratchet tried to settle down and not lose hope.

Optimus was at loss of words… His lover, his sparkling… Gone. No one knows where, no one knows how. Everyone was flabbergasted, trying to think of any possible answer how this could happen…

“One way or another… we shall bring her back…” Optimus said. He lost everything already… he can’t lose you as well…

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<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

You found yourself in an alley in the center of DC. Getting up with a headache, you tried your best to scan your surroundings. You went forward to the main street, looking around.

“Looks like DC alright” you thought as you made your way to the right, heading home while thinking what the hell happened to the ground bridge.

Suddenly you heard a rumbling engine approaching, revving as the car slowed down, driving next to you at your speed. You looked to your left to see a metallic Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Stunning. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk as you ignored whoever was in the car, thinking it’s just a guy trying to win you with his expensive car. IF there was anyone in the car…

You heard a seductive whistle, “Ey what’s up sweetheart~? Care for a ride~?” as the door opened.

“No, thanks.” you said, not even looking at the car.

“Oh come on cutie, it’s rude to reject a car like me~”

A car… like “me”? You heard that one before, Smokescreen has the same way of picking up girls. That made you look. You saw there’s no one at the driver’s seat. You stopped in your tracks… Putting 2 and 2 together…

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

All of the autobots should know you and you should know them hence they know Optimus. You realized the ground bridge’s malfunction meant yeeting you to a whole another dimension… In your case, some kind of a parallel universe. You decided to keep yourself together and act cool. You needed to investigate all this. And this certainly isn’t the time to tell a random autobot who are you and what is actually happening.

You took a deep breath and smiled, “Alright though guy~” you said as you got in. He closed the door for you and drove off.

“M-m-m~ Wait till you meet my crew~ They’re gonna be sooo jealous~ What’s your name beautiful~?”

“Hey, I’m not here for you to show off.”

“Well then, I’m here for YOU to show off~” he chuckled, his beauty breaking people’s neck.

He made you hide a giggle, “I’m Y/N. And what about that.. crew you mentioned?” carefully choosing your words, trying to meet your surroundings.

“You haven’t heard about my crew? We saved your planet more than once! And we’re still protecting it.”

“O-oh yeah! Yeah I know, of course, pft! Our heroes. But uhm.. what are the names of your teammates, I was never really able to memorize all.” act cool, act cool.

“Ah well there’s Ironhide, weapon specialist, he’s a stubborn fella. Then there’s Ratchet, the medic,”

“Ratchet…” you thought.

“Jazz, Dino, Bumblebee- you probably heard of Bumblebee, that sucker got real famous.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard “Bumblebee”…

“And, of course, our leader, Optimus Prime~” he said that with pride.

This confirmed your theory that you’re in an alternative universe… You acted cool and chill, excited to meet them all. Deep down you were hella nervous… Some hope bloomed inside of you, considering there’s at least 3 autobots you already know.

…

The moment Sideswipe drove you into the base, you couldn’t stop looking around. So many cars and… people…

“So they managed to take advantage of them here huh… What a disgusting species we are…”

“I brought company!” Sideswipe transformed and said happily.

“Sideswipe, how many times do we need to tell you to stop bringing females into the base!?” Ratchet shouted, in his bot form, working on something with humans.

“Oh come oh man, look at her! How can you say no to such a cute faaace~?” he was gently pinching your cheek.

“Ow- ow ow ow! Sideswipe!” you laughed, trying to push his servo away.

“This is not a party garage, this is a base! Take your urges elsewhere.” Ratchet scolded Sideswipe.

A giant truck with Optimus’s colors caught your eye real good… Suddenly, he transformed, approaching you and Sideswipe as the ground shook a little with each step he took. He was ready to shoo both of you out but then he made eye contact with you…

Your eyes locked in his optics and vice versa… He slowly stopped in his tracks as he frowned and as his optics widened… You looked extremely familiar. Too familiar… As if he was getting flashbacks of something he never even knew he experienced. He felt like he knows you. His spark warmed at the sight of you… He slowly lined up with you, putting his knee on the ground.

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

“I.. uh..” you could barely speak, you felt waves of adrenaline strike your body, “Perhaps, sir… M-maybe I just remind you of someone.” you awkwardly chuckled.

He hummed and straightened. Confused and suspicious, he walked to the platform where Galloway and Mearing were working with Ratchet.

“Let her stay. She has valuable information.” he lied. For the first time in his life he lied… There’s something special about you he needs to confirm…

…

It’s been weeks. Months. You got closer with everyone, Sam even. You were an important member of the crew now. Everyone was surprised by your Cybertronian tech knowledge that Ratchet passed onto you back in the base in Jasper…

Optimus and you got extremely close as well. You treated him with kindness. Not just any kindness. You didn’t only have high respect for him as a leader, you were ready to lie down your life for him and vice versa… It seemed as if he became your guardian in this universe too…

He let you climb his shoulder, have relaxing rides with him, stay up late, watch the sky and discuss about endless subjects… He wouldn’t take his optics off of you. Scanning your beautiful face whenever he had a chance, trying to find you in his memory but his recognition system was not responding positively…

…

One day…

“I need a group meeting, ASAP!” Mearing commanded, walking into the base furiously as her assistant, Galloway and Simmons were barely catching up to her.

“A-are you sure, ma’am?” Galloway said.

“Yes, I am sure! And don’t call me “ma’am”. I am not a “ma’am” “ she said while going through all of her purses.

“I knew there’s something odd about her- I just knew it! Optimus told us he feels as if he knows her- and now the big guy is in love!” Simmons said like the alien nerd he is.

“Please, do not say that, it’s disgusting.” Mearing said while going up the platform.

“How would they have intercourse anyway- it’s impossible!” Simmons continued.

“Shut up, agent.” Mearing said before quickly organizing a meeting.

…

And there you were, sitting along with everyone while all the autobots stood there.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE-“ Simmons started.

“Agent. Let’s stay calm.” Galloway said.

Simmons sat down, rubbing his face, biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

You looked at Optimus. “You told them..?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had to. There’s something strangely odd going on. I feel like my system had deleted you from my memory… but I can still feel like I know you.”

“We’ve checked your ID, tried tracking you, your home, family… We couldn’t find anything. You’re not in the system.” Mearing said. “So where do you come from? Are you even human? Who sent you?”

All of this was getting you extremely nervous. You sat there, occupied with questions and so many glares…

“Okay…” you took a deep breath, “okay. I will explain. No one sent me, let’s start with that. It was all an accident… Apparently I come from a parallel universe where the Cybertronian war was also brought. And no I’m not talking about another planet, I’m talking about Earth- like a- a mirror! But with some minor changes. There’s an autobot base in Jasper, Nevada where I’m with my three other human friends and the crew… There’s Bumblebee and Ratchet and Arcee and Bulkhead a-and… You, Optimus…”

The whole base was silent… They couldn’t believe what they were hearing… Optimus walked closed to you, listening carefully.

“I moved to Washington DC recently and we’re using something called a ground bridge to teleport where we need to. When I wanted to go back home, the portal started malfunctioning and… here I am, I guess…”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE-“ Simmons again.

“Agent, let her finish.” Optimus said calmly.

“Because I… I don’t know! Okay!? I was scared! I was hoping they would get it fixed in a few days so I could just leave with a status of Sideswipe’s ex girlfriend or something but…” you exhaled in frustration, “It’s been months… Who knows if they’re gonna get it fixed at all… That’s why I wanted to analyze everything you have here and see if I can ask for ANY help…”

Mearing and Galloway were aggravated while Simmons was like “I TOLD YOU SO!!!”. Ratchet was trying to calculate everything in his head while everyone else was just speechless.

“That’s why I was feeling this way since we met…” Optimus said.

“Yes… and probably because.. we have something special going on where I come from…” you said with a tiny smile.

A deep hum rumbled in his chest, “Special…” he also smiled a little.

“Aw man, there goes my girlfriend!” Sideswipe said. He made Dino and Bumblebee laugh.

“You’ll find a chick.” Ironhide nudged him, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“How do we get you back?” Ratchet asked.

“The only thing I can think of is that we somehow make contact with them. I have the coordinates but we will definitely need more than just that…”

“Hm… yes.. yes. I think we can-“ Ratchet got interrupted

“Or maybe she can stay.” by Jazz who now got all of the eyes on him in silence, “…Just- just a suggestion-“

“As much as I would love for Y/N to stay with us, we need to think about her safety. We must get her home.” Optimus started, “She is not safe with us. As similar as her life might be here, she belongs in the universe she came from.”

“Agreed! Agreed.” Galloway interrupted, “If we manage to make this portal, it would mean a huge step for humanity!! Do you realize how much we could do with it!? We could-“

“With all due respect,” Optimus interrupted him back, “this is not the time to speak about the advantages humans can take from this.” irritated by him.

Ratchet and some other autobots were already working on the ground bridge.

“Y/N.” Optimus leaned closer to you, “It is very difficult for me to say goodbye…”

“I know… It was nice while it lasted…”

“I hope I treat you the same way in every universe our paths cross… I hope you will keep warming up my spark back home.” Optimus said softly, quietly talking to you.

“I will… I promise…” you got emotional, stepping closer, hugging his face plate… Your heart aching, you were torn apart between two universes… But you knew none of this is right. You need to get back.

You made him smile, his optics spinning and expanding before closing as he sunk into your tender touch…

“I will forever remember you, Y/N… Now it is time for you to go home, my love…”

Well this ended up being longer than I thought lmao and way more emotional

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 ❣️

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dannys-dream · 3 months ago

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Invisible String - Jake Kiszka x f! Reader - Chaper One - Series

You’re just a small town girl who always had big dreams of living in Nashville. You hoped your music would get you out of your hometown, and your dreams were finally coming true. You knew you had your best friend, your music, and a new guitar to take you through the new life ahead of you. What you didn’t know was what and who this new adventure would bring you. Used to beach town life, could you adjust to the big city and the big names attached to it?

Warnings : None this chapter :)

Authors Note : This is something I’ve had in the works for a little while now. I hope you enjoy this series. Please let me know if you have any suggestions, or if you’d like to be added to a tag list! <3

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You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. After years of coffee shop shows, bar performances, and the occasional birthday party or wedding, you were finally moving to Nashville. A dream since you were just a kid, stuck in a small beach town tucked away in the outskirts of Washington. You’d saved every penny from your gigs, giving guitar lessons to the neighborhood kids, and everything you could spare from your 9-5 paychecks. You checked your bank account religiously, waiting for the day you’d finally saved enough. All you needed was a few months rent, and the money to put gas in the U-Haul, yours and Cam’s home for the 36 hour drive.

Cam had been your best friend since middle school. An absolute force to be reckoned with at your dodgy little public schools. You trusted her with your life, and believe me when I say there were plenty of times you’d gotten in enough trouble to prove you could. The day you told her you’d started saving to move, she started saving too. She told you that you'd have a piece of home with you down in the south, and she couldn’t bear the idea of not seeing you all the time. You thanked God every day since. You couldn’t imagine not living side by side with her either. So the two of you packed everything you owned into a little U-Haul, and drove away from the only place you’d ever known. Away from your families and friends who all waved and cheered you on as you pulled out of the driveway.

“I can’t stop laughing, oh my god y/n. I can’t breathe. Why were they waving us off like it’s the ancient times and we’re setting sail on the Titanic or something?” She was cackling in the passenger seat, resting one hand on her stomach as she fanned herself with the other.

“Camille, be nice. They just love us.” A chuckle leaving your mouth as you merge onto the highway. You slide your phone to Cam across the bench seat and tell her your passcode. “Put our playlist on. I’m not driving all day without music, you freak.” You roll the windows down and step on the gas as Journey begins to spill from the speakers.

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Day three of driving, your last day. The two of you had fought about pretty much everything, music, who was driving, what hotel or motel you’d sleep in, what was for lunch or dinner. There were good times too, though. Sightseeing, weird rest stops, having to pull over on the highway so Cam could pee because she absolutely couldn’t hold it in until the next bathroom (something you’d be sure to tease her about for the rest of your lives). None of that seemed to matter when the U-Haul was finally parked in your new driveway. A small 2 bedroom brick home stared back at you as you started unloading your things, the emerald green door waiting for your keys.

“Hey C, I think we should unpack everything and then I can go return the U-Haul. I wanna get it over with sooner rather than later.” Yelling across the lawn, she agreed. You quickly passed boxes to her, not that there were too many in the truck. Finally empty, you and Camille headed inside to start unpacking boxes. You got your room set up enough to sleep in tonight, and told Cam you were headed out to return the U-Haul. You pulled out of the driveway, your favorite song playing as you turned out of the neighborhood, that is until your phone started ringing. Oh great, it’s your mother.

“Hi momma, we just got to the house! We’re finally home.” Your mother was so excited for you to get out of Washington, even if it meant being almost across the country from her.

“Hi baby! I’m so glad you girls made it safe. I just wanted to call because I have a gift for you.” Your mom couldn’t help but let out a choked sob. “You worked so hard to get out there, you saved so much money. Your dad and I wanted to get you something special.”

“Mom, you’ve got me worried. Why’re you crying?”

“Nothing wrong, y/n. We saved up some money for you to get a new guitar. A special one for your new life, in your new town. I just transferred you the money, my love.”

“We’ve never been more proud to be your parents.” Your dad chimed in, the pride and sadness of your move evident in his voice.

Tears streamed down your face as you thanked them, and promised to send pictures when you picked out your new guitar. You wrapped up the phone call, thanking her once more, right as you pulled into the U-Haul parking lot. You paid for your rental, and called an Uber, deciding to have it take you to a small local guitar shop. Ramblr’s Music. Repairs, sales, lessons. On top of getting a new guitar, who knows. Maybe you could score a job there.

A silver Honda pulled up next to you, and confirmed they were your Uber. As you slid into the backseat, you heard the music. A major guitar solo was playing, and it was stunning . Leaning forward and squinting your eyes you could see what it was. Greta Van Fleet. You made a mental note to check them out later, and made small talk with the Uber driver until you found yourself walking up to the little music shop. You’d barely been in Nashville five hours, and your life would already never be the same.

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You’d been perusing the guitars for over an hour, but none of them felt right. You knew they were fine instruments, they just weren’t your dream guitar. They weren’t a vintage Les Paul SG. You’d wanted one for years, since you’d taken your music seriously. The shape, the sound. Something so classic and beautiful that the modern re-releases just couldn’t quite compare to. Fully knowing it was out of your budget, you decided to ask someone anyway. You found yourself walking toward the desk, a short kid maybe 17 standing there on his phone.

“Hey, I’ve been looking around and I don’t see what I was hoping to find. Do you maybe have any Les Paul SG’s? Maybe one in the back, or do you know where I could find one? I’m new in town and don’t really know where to look.” You let out a small laugh, immediately feeling out of your element.

“Actually, yeah. We’ve got one in the back that I guess has been on hold or something but it’s been weeks and the guy never came to get it. It’s in a case and everything, too. Let me go get it.” Popping his gum as he walked away, your heart was pounding. Were you actually about to buy your dream guitar? Something about Nashville was proving to be magical.

He came back, a busted black leather hard case in hand. “Here, look it over. I think it's a ‘61 but I could be wrong. Just started working here last week.” The clasps clanked as you pulled them up and off, finally lifting the lid to the case. There she was. A beautiful cherry stain on the wood, new strings and a crack down the bottom half of the guitar, only adding personality and proof the instrument was well loved prior to you. You carried the guitar over to an amp, plugging it in and sitting on the stool. You wrestled to figure out what song to play, finally deciding on one of the songs you’d put time into learning. Nothing Else Matters, your fathers favorite Metallica song. You’d spent hours learning to play it for him, and could remember the tears in his eyes when you finally showed him. A fond memory you now shared with your dream guitar. God, it played like perfection. You knew there was no way you’d walk out of this store without the cherry red beast.

You walked back to the counter and safely secured the guitar into the case after taking a photo. The new kid checked you out, enabling a purchase you probably shouldn’t have made. You ordered an Uber, and slipped into the backseat with your new baby.

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Jakes POV

Tour had been beyond exhausting. You loved playing, you loved the fans, you loved seeing the different states and countries. The only thing you loved more? Being at home, in bed with some popcorn and whiskey, watching a documentary on pirates. Especially on a fine Wednesday night such as this. Finally rolling out of bed for the first time in hours, your slippers pull you down the stairs and into the kitchen in search of food more filling than the snacks upstairs. Regrettably, you hadn’t gone grocery shopping in some time, simply surviving on what was left in your pantry before you left on tour. A groan leaves your chest as you trudge back upstairs. Slipping on your favorite blue jeans and a button up, you find your car keys and make your way to the jeep sitting in your garage. You decided that while you were out, you might as well run the rest of the errands you’d been neglecting in lieu of alone time.

Your favorite playlist queued, and sunglasses pressed to your face, you pulled out of the garage and headed off to Ramblr’s. Your beloved guitar had taken far too much of a beating this last leg, and a crack appeared down the body. You had held her together for the last few shows using some electrical tape, the best thing you could get your hands on while on the road. On the way home from the airport, you dropped your guitar off to be repaired, only trusting Scott, the store owner, to repair your precious cargo. You rolled your car windows up, and hit your vape one last time before getting out and heading to the building. The second the shop doors opened, an uneasy feeling washed over you as the sounds of Scott screaming at some teenager filled your ears.

“Are you fucking stupid, or are you dumb Jeremy? No, you know what you are? Fucking fired. Get out of my shop!” Scott pushed over a small display of guitar straps and stomped off, leaving who you assumed was Jeremy in a crumpled sobbing mess on the floor. You walked over to him, and crouched down.

“Hey, Jeremy. Whatever’s going on, it’ll be okay. I’m Jake, and I’ve known Scott a real long time. I’m sure he’s just having a rough day. Let me go talk to him.”

Jeremy looked back at you in horror, and pushed himself away. “I’m so sorry sir. I’m so sorry.” He picked himself off of the floor, and bolted outside, not even bothering to collect his personal items or clock off. You weren’t sure what happened, but you knew it couldn’t be good.

You made your way to the back, where Scott’s office was and tried your best to mentally prepare yourself for whatever shit storm he was about to drop on you. You cleared your throat, and Scott’s eyes shot up to meet yours. His appearance disheveled, and tears of frustration threatened to fall down his face.

“Ah, shit. Hey kid. Come in, have a seat.” He motioned to the chair across from his desk. You shuffled over, and pulled the chair out before sinking into the plush cushion. He avoided eye contact with you, which was very unusual. You also noted him picking at his nails, something he did when stressed.

After a few minutes of silence, you decided to bite the bullet. “Give it to me straight, Scotty. What the hell is going on?”

His head dropped in shame, and he took a deep breath before shakily answering you. “Jake, that stupid new kid. He sold your guitar.”

Your blood ran cold, and suddenly all you saw was red. “Scott you’re fucking joking, right? Don’t fuck with me. Bring me my guitar.”

He shoved the paperwork towards you, all of it showing the colossal fuckup Jeremy had made. “I wish it was a joke, Jake. But the kid sold her off to some girl who came in a few hours ago. I don't even know how he screwed this up so bad.”

You ran a hand through your hair, and sighed. “Make me a copy of this. I’m gonna go find her.”

”I already tried the number Jake. She wont pick up.”

You stood from the chair and looked down at him. “Scott, just make me a damn copy.”

He left the room, and came back with the papers for you and continued to apologize profusely as you walked out of the store. The rain soaked your clothes as you walked to the car, your breath visible in the cold weather.

The paperwork told you basically nothing. Just her name, and an out of state phone number. The kid didn’t even fully fill out the sale paperwork, leaving the address and email slots bare. You got in the car, phone number in hand and hoped and prayed that she hadn’t left town. That guitar was your prized possession, the best gift you’d ever received. You’d been beyond floored when the Chicago Music Exchange let you have it, free of charge. And now, you had no idea where she was.

You took a shaky breath, and dialed the number. It didn’t even ring. You’d immediately been sent to voicemail, and the default one at that. You brought your hands to your face, and rubbed your eyes. How could Scott let this happen?

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End of first chapter <3

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plussizefantasia · 5 months ago

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Here's a lil Venus for ya:

Moon Knight trio (although this feels the most like Jake) x plussize!reader (obv)

With the prompts "If I see you again, I swear to God I won't hesitate to kill you" into "Just shut up and kiss me"

Love your work and love you 💕

hahaha I am so sorry that this took so long, I hope you like it anyway though.

Jake Lockely x reader

word count: 1.1k

You can’t believe that bastard left you. The biggest fight of your life and he left you in the dust to go play hero. Jake Lockely was dead to you.

Meeting Jake was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, bumping into him in a corner store in Washington Heights was like fate. You had clicked right away, becoming fast friends and occasionally more. Neither of you thought that labels were necessary but you knew that he meant a lot to you and you meant a lot to him too.

It was strange when he invited you to Egypt, he said he had business he needed to take care of but that when it was over he wanted to show you the city, and all the nooks and crannies he had come to love during his visits. Why the New York cabbie would have business in Egypt you really didn’t want to know and you honestly didn’t care.

You thought that weekend getaways were more of a couple-y thing than your relationship warranted but when he told you that he would be covering the cost for the whole trip you couldn't pass up the offer to visit such a beautiful city with such a rich culture and history.

You never would have said yes if you had known it would end like this. Things were going well, he was showing you the nightlife of one the beautiful city when all of a sudden he just got really stiff. People started running around you and screaming could be heard in the distance. The sky darkened in an instant and you’re not a liar so you’ll admit that you were pretty damn scared.

“I have to go.” He was monotone and it kind of scared you.

“What do you mean you have to go? What could you possibly have to do right now that is so important?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit. You can’t drag me halfway across the world and then leave me alone Jake that's fucked up!”

“Carino. Trust, I would not leave you if I did not need to.”

“Jake, if you leave me right now, I’ll never talk to you again.”

His face flashed with the hurt before it was slated over once more.

“I’m sorry.” He looked you in the eyes and turned, walking towards the chaos and leaving you.

"If I see you again, I swear to God I won't hesitate to kill you Jake Lockely!”

He didn’t turn back.

You spent the rest of the day navigating the confusing streets of Cairo amidst the chaos and danger that the streets seemed to be crawling with. Maneuvering your way through the rag-tag milita that stalked the streets you managed to find shelter. You booked the first flight back to New York and resolved never to speak to one of your best and only friends again.

That resolution lasted all of three days before he showed up on your doorstep practically begging for you to talk to him. Well, he was begging as much as Jake ever does which admittedly is not very much. But he brought flowers which you think means that he really cares. Jake was a hard man to read, he always had been.

But now, standing on the stoop of your doorstep is the grown man equivalent of a kicked puppy, his hair was raked through, and you could practically feel the way his fingers combed through them. His eyes were bloodshot and his normal mask of annoyance was replaced with something much softer, much more open.

“I’m pretty sure I told you that if I ever saw you again I’d kill you.”

“I would not blame you.” He pushed the admittedly beautiful bouquet of flowers towards you.

“Jesus, Jake what do you want? You fucking left me. Alone. Halfway across the goddamn world right as shit started to get messy. That’s not something that I can really forgive and forget.”

“I do not expect you to forgive me carino, I just want you to know that I am sorry. I would not have left if I did not have to.”

“Why Jake? That’s all I’ve been asking myself since the moment you walked away.”

He looked off into space, his held titling and his eyes glazing over. All in an instant it seemed he was miles away from you. You stood there confused and a little hurt, it was like he was walking away all over again, leaving you alone. Except this time instead of walking down a dimly lit street wrought with chaos he was folding into his own mind, going somewhere you could never hope to follow.

“Carino, I wish that I could bear everything for you, more than anything but I can’t. Not yet.”

“Jake, you’re shit at apologies has anyone ever told you that?”

‘I have never had to apologize to someone before, I have never wanted… needed to keep someone in my life as much as I do right now.”

You’d hate yourself in the morning for caving this quickly, but you’d yell at yourself for the rest of your life if you let this man go.

“Jake, you’re a mess. An emotionally stunted and unavailable man who tapdances on my last nerve all the damn time. But you’re also my best friend. I don’t know what's going on with you and as much as I’d love to force you to tell me I love you too much to do that. So instead, I just need you to promise me that you won’t leave me again. Because goddamn it Jake you have my heart, and when you walk away you take it with you.”

Your chest heaved with the breaths you took, your cheeks flamed with emotions and you looked anywhere but at the man you practically just confessed your undying love to.

Jake didn’t let you get away with that, he grasped your chin between his fingers and lifted your head just a touch, enough to meet his eyes as he spoke.

“Mi Vida, know this. I was not made for love, I was made to protect, to defend at any cost. I did not know that I could care for anyone as much as I care for you. I’ll spend the rest of whatever time I have on this earth protecting your heart, it; 's the most precious-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

And he did.

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prettypinkporkchop · 3 months ago

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Embry Call x fem reader

Car Troubles

Your car randomly turns off in the middle of the reservation. "Fuck!" You sigh and bury your face in your hands.

No family to call because you moved to Washington on your own for a new life. You started working at the post office a little bit away from La Push. You take this way home because it is more peaceful.

You grab your phone and try to find a coworker to call and rescue you. It's way too dark and cold for all of this mess.

The only person you believe would be able to help you is your boss, Miss Casey.

The phone keeps ringing until "the person you are trying to reach-" You hang up. You look up towing companies.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You jump and look at your window. A man standing there. "Do you need help?" He calls through the window. By his voice, he's a young man. You're too scared to open your door. "I'm fine." You call out. "My name is Embry Call. I live on this reservation. My best friend, Jacob Black, is a mechanic. I can help you." He says in a kind voice.

You can't really see his face, considering it is dark as hell. "If you don't feel comfortable, I can call a tow-"

You cut him off by opening your door and stepping out. He's standing over you. He's got to be six feet!

"Thank you, Embry." The cold is hitting your face. You do have a coat on, but it's not enough for you. He notices you shivering and takes off his jacket, leaving him with just a shirt.

"It's thin, but I hope it helps.'' He hands it to you. You take it from him and put it on. His jacket smells so freaking good. Like cologne and fresh linen. "I'm going to call Jake out here to pick up your car."

"Thank you." You hold onto your arms. "Here, come sit in the car while it's still warm." You offer, getting in the drivers seat. He walks around, getting in the passenger side. You're worried about how cold he must be!

He pulls out his phone and calls Jake. "Hey! So, I'm on the side of the road. There's a young lady here, her car died. Can you come get us? We are past Emily's, getting close to the beach. Awesome, thanks. Would you be able to look at her car? Cool, man." He hangs up and turns to you. "He'll be here in just a second."

You sit awkwardly. There's a man you don't know in your car, it's dark, so you have no clue on what he looks like.

After a few minutes, a truck pulls up and parks right in front of you. His red taillights shine through, and you catch a glimpse of Embry's brown hair and brown eyes. He steps out and you follow along.

Jake steps out of his truck, pulling out some rope thingy. "I will begin working on your car as soon as we get to my place." He says while connecting your car to the end of the rope. "Thanks so much." You smile. You see Jacob as he moves back, and the taillight shines on him. Embry walks to the front of your car where Jacob is and leans down helping him. You see Embry.

Oh. My. God.

He's fucking hot.

"You can get in my truck. Is it okay if I bring you to my place? It's just me and my dad, Billy Black."

"Yeah, that's okay!" You get in the back seat of his truck. After a couple of mins, the guys hop in the front seat.

"You from here?" Jacob asks.

"No, sir." You respond shyly.

Embry and Jake laugh.

"Sir? Polite!" Jake chuckles.

"What's your name?" Embry asks.

"Y/n."

They pull up to this small house. "Here, let's go inside. Jake will look at your car." Embry spoke. He gets out and then opens your door. He helps you out of the truck and brings you inside.

LIGHT!

You turn to face Embry. Your eyes meet so suddenly. He takes a breath and his lips part.

There's a tug on your heart. He's so beautiful.

He coughs and looks away. "You can sit on the couch. There's blankets there you could use. I'll get you something to drink." He frantically moves to the kitchen.

You turn your heel and walk into the living room. There's a man in a wheel chair. "Who do we got here?" He smiles. His presence is calming. "I'm y/n. Embry and Jacob helped me on the side of the road. My car broke down." You grab a blanket and pull it around your arms. He shakes his head. "They are some good boys... well, men. They're grown now. I'm Billy." He chuckles. You smile at him and check the time on your phone.

9:35.

Embry walks in with a glass of water and a small cookie. "Well, I'm off to bed. I hope everything works out for you." He leaves the living room. "Night, Billy." Embry says. "Goodnight, boy." He calls back.

Embry sits next to you and sets the cookie and water on the coffee table. He looks at you and then leans back. "Where did you move here from?" He asks.

"I left (your state) to start over. I work at the post office down that way." You point. "I go home this way because the road is peaceful." You smile.

You lean over and grab your water and cookie. "I'm glad you moved here."

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, I guess I am too. I have new friends now!" You nudge his knee with yours.

You are SOOOO sleepy. At this point, it's 11 pm. You and Embry have just been talking away. You end up leaning in Embry's side somehow. He's so warm! He has an arm wrapped around you. You keep Yawning.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" He asks.

"Thankfully, no. It's a Sunday dumby." You giggle, keeping your face hidden in his chest. "Do you want me to take you home so you can sleep?"

You don't want to leave Embry's side for some reason. It confuses you because you know nothing about him. But he's so good-looking, and you just crave his energy.

"Can we check on my car?" You look up at him. He nods, and you two stand up. You put the blanket down, but he picks it back up and wraps it around you. You blush and hold on to it. "Let's go." He smiles.

He has an arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the dark to the back. You hear ruckus and some music. There's a light bulb hanging down that's turned on. There's Jacob standing over the hood of your car. "Hey, how's it going in here?" Embry speaks up. Jacob turns around and looks at the two of you. His eyes glance at Embry, and he makes a knowing face, slightly nodding. "Well, I figured out the problem. I can get this thing started back up tonight, but you do need a new battery for this car. I can get you one. On the house." He laughs, closing the hood. He steps in the car, starting it. It fires up perfectly.

He gets out, and you give him a side hug. "Thanks so much, Jacob! Thanks to both of you. I will buy the new battery. I don't want to put that on you." You say. Embry steps closer to you. You notice and step back into him. He catches on and rubs your arm softly.

Jacob shakes his head. "Nah. Let me handle it." He smiles. "You won't win, y/n. We are some stubborn people." Embry chuckles.

"Embry, do you want to take her home, just in case it breaks down again?"

You look over at the man, and he looks down at you. "Is that okay?" He asks.

"Yes. I'm actually nervous about it happening again." You giggle.

"It's this driveway here." You point. Embry ended up driving for you. "Thank you so much." You look at him. He hands you his phone. "Put your number in here." He smiles. You do as he asks and hand it back to him. "How will you get home?"

"Don't worry. Jacob will pick me up."

You guys get out of the car, and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him. "I can't thank you enough!"

He puts his hands on your back. You feel the warmth go through your coat. "Don't thank me. It was my pleasure helping a beautiful damsel in distress." He laughs.

You blush and pull back from him.

--- Next day---

You wake up and see Embry's jacket is folded next to you. You forgot to give it back to him. You grab your phone and check it.

Number: Hey, it's Embry. Just got your battery in.

You think of what to say.

You know what, fuck it. Let's be bold! If he runs, he runs.

Y/n: okay, handsome.

You get up and take a shower. Then, you change into some clothes and do some makeup.

Your doorbell rings. You jump up and go get it.

There stands Embry. He's leaning on the door frame. He has a Grey shirt with a green flannel that's rolled to his elbows. Oh god. No. Ovaries CALM DOWN.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiles. Your HEART exploded. "I brought your car." He turns so you can see your car in the driveway. "Thank you so much! Do you want to come in? I can make you lunch?" You offer. His eyebrows raise up. "I won't turn down food." He giggles.

You let him inside, and he looks around. You walk to the kitchen, he follows. He sits down on a chair at the table. "I should bring some food to Jacob too as a thank you." You start making him a sandwhich, pulling out stuff. "He'll appreciate it."

"What do you like on your sandwhich?" You turn to face him. "Anything and everything."

"Not a picky guy. Easy!" You pull out everything you got and slap it on there. "How many sandwiches do you want?"

"I could take two. Growing boy." He pats his stomach. You laugh and shake your head. "You've got humor, Call."

Embry convinced you to meet his family and friends. So, here you are, at a bonfire. You met Emily, Sam, Kim, Jared, Rachel, Paul, Seth, Leah, Quil, Leah, and Renesmee.

Right now, everyone is dancing to loud music. You stand there awkwardly, sipping on your drink. "Wanna dance?" Embry speaks behind you. You turn and see him smiling sweetly. "How could I say no to you?" You gush, putting a hand over your heart. "Hey, if that's how you feel about me, I'll take it." He chuckles. You place your drink down on the whole table that's set up with food spread out. He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. You get lost in each other's eyes. His chocolate ones burning into your being. How could you feel like this? You just met him!

The music stops, and Billy calls for everyone around the fire. Embry lightly holds your fingers, pulling you with him. Your hand vibrates, and it goes up your arms. He sits you down on a chair and sits in between your legs on the ground.

Billy goes over the legends of the trible. Wolves?! Imprinting? Bro. Everything about this is intriguing. The stories play out in your mind like a movie.

"We must stay strong during this time of peace. It won't last forever. There's always a threat. We must remain loyal, on guard, and love our imprints." He ends the talk. Now he's talking like it's real. That's confusing you.

After the stories, you and Embry are in your car, going to your house. "What did Billy mean about we must stay strong?" You break the silence. He smiles and holds the steering wheel tighter. "It's secrets we keep. But I can tell you. And I'll tell you why I can. The legends are true. I am a shape-shifter along with the other boys. Imprinting is real. I imprinted on you." He says it so casually.

Your heart races, and you think you've gone mad. "I hear your heart. I hope you're not afraid. We are good people. And me, I'll never hurt you. I'll always protect you." He says sadly and glances over to you.

---months later---

You wake up and see Embry sleeping next to you. You run your fingers over his side and kiss his forehead. You sit up and begin getting out of bed. Embry snatches your arm, pulling you on him. He looks up at you with a small grin and squinted eyes. A tired face that is so adorable. "I love you." He says. "I love you too." You smile and press your lips on his. He kisses you back and holds you against him tightly. His lips are soft as usual. He feels heavenly against your skin. You turn it into a heavy make-out session. He obviously enjoys it because he grunts and flips you guys over.

"How many rounds this time?" He pulls back and looks down at you. "Let's beat three." You bite your lip. He wraps his fingers around your throat very gently and kisses your jaw.

Rest is up to you.

#embry call #twilight #jacob black #jared cameron #paul lahote #quil ateara #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #embry call x reader

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year ago

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Travis Hackett [The Quarry]

Jake Washington [wrong Turn]

Sans [undertale]

Connor [Detroit become human]

Jack Sparrow [Pirates of the Caribbean]

Joker [DC]

Peter Parker [Marvel]

Tony Stark [Marvel]

Rick [Rick and Morty]

Emily [Corpse Bride]

Noir [spider man]

Miguel [spider man]

Hobie [Spinder Punk]

Neteyam [Avatar]

Itward [franbow]

francis mosses [that's not my neighbor]

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do-it-jakey-baby · 4 months ago

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Umbra Perpetua

Vampire!Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Synopsis: plagued by the pain of your Dad’s passing, you uproot your life to a new town. Peace, however, is extremely far from what you find there as your world is turned on its axis.

Warnings: mentions of loss, grief, painful memories, aggression, profanity, blackout (sorry if I’ve missed any)

18+, MINORS DNI

Chapter One

That’s it. Everything was packed.

Truth be told, you were just leaving one miserable town to move to another, equally miserable town. But you needed to get out, to get away from the painful memories that lined the streets you grew up in. You couldn’t bear the creak of the swing your Dad had spent days tirelessly making, winding it around the maple tree and ensuring it was structurally sound before letting you take it for a spin. You couldn’t stomach the sight of his favourite flannel, still draped over the back of the worn, leather armchair that sat proudly in your reading nook.

Every single element of the house you called a home reminded you that he was gone, and was never coming back. It wasn’t just the house, either. It was the entire town. The sense of nostalgia that grew within your soul used to light you up from within, but now it engulfs you in darkness. Walking past the spot where you first learnt how to ride your bike, or to the ice cream parlour that you frequented every Friday. The unbearable agony that came with reliving these milestones was chewing you up and spitting you out into the abyss.

No more, it had to end. So off you went, on your journey to Washington. You weren’t even sure why you picked Washington, possibly because it held no place in your heart. It was somewhere you could start fresh, void of any characteristics that would remind you of your Dad. That’s what you needed, if you were to ever begin to heal.

As you unpack in your tiny apartment, you feel a sense of hope. Your new home was in need of a hell of a lot of TLC, but it was something you could channel your focus into. It wasn’t much, but it was yours. The money that had been left behind for you wasn’t a lot in terms of inheritance, but enough to get you away from the town you grew up in. But the money would run out, so the first thing on your agenda was to find a job.

The town was small, with a population of around 5,000. As you walked the streets, trying to gain your bearings and familiarise yourself with the area, you stumble upon a quaint little store. It looked like it belonged in a horror movie, with its carbon painted, extremely vintage-esque exterior. The name of the store is carefully etched onto the front of the building in a white, old English font.

𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆

A spark of intrigue floods your senses, your feet carrying you to the door on impulse. As you gently push it open, you hear a soft chime. The gothic interior of the store perfectly compliments the exterior, with the scent of incense carrying throughout the space. You could make out notes of frankincense and vetiver, mixed in with dusty, well-loved pages of leather-bound books. There’s a section in the corner filled with vinyls, the rest of the store littered with literature, candles, and delicate crystal trinkets. You venture in further, fully entranced within the environment.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

A raven-haired woman walks from behind the counter. She can’t be much older than you, if at all. Her beauty almost knocks the wind from your lungs, with her perfect porcelain skin and deep, ruby lips.

“Hi. Wow, this place is… wow.” You feel embarrassment flood to your cheeks at your lack of articulation.

“Thank you, it’s my pride and joy.” She smiles softly, tucking her silky strands behind her ears.

You couldn’t help but wonder how someone, likely in their early twenties, owned a store like this. Flitting your eyes around the space, you smile back. “It’s beautiful.”

“Passed down through the family to me.” She answers, as if you spoke your question aloud. “So, do you need anything, or would you just like to have a wander around?”

You nod, cursing yourself for your inability to form a coherent sentence. She giggles under her breath, turning to resume her place at the counter. You walk around, taking everything in as you do. Fingering through the records on the far side of the store, you come to the realisation that you’ve listened to each one of the albums. After you’ve explored every nook and cranny, you head over to the counter with a book in hand.

“Edgar Allan Poe, hm? Great choice.”

“My favourite poet.”

She rings up your purchase, then carefully wraps the book in brown parchment. She ties it together securely with a piece of twine, then hands it to you.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah. I just moved here, today. I was actually just out looking for a job, but I couldn’t resist coming in here.”

“That’s opportune. I’m hiring.” She smirks.

“You are? Oh my god, I’d love to apply.”

“Consider yourself hired.”

You furrow your brow. “Hired? You’ve only just met me.”

“I trust my intuition.” She reaches behind the counter, pulling a stack of papers from underneath and places them on top, sliding them towards you. “If you want the job, it’s yours. Hours are 9 to 5, Monday to Friday, with some weekend shifts. $20 an hour.”

You stand with your mouth agape, staring between the woman and the paperwork.

“You do want the job, don’t you?” She cocks her head to the side.

“Sorry. Yes. Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much!”

“It’s Adeline.”

“Adeline, right. I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand out to her. When your palm comes into contact with hers, the difference in temperature startles you. It was like you’d just placed your hand onto a marble statue, her skin cool and smooth against yours.

“Get the paperwork signed and come in for 8:30 tomorrow morning, ready to start at 9. It was lovely to meet you.”

You continue to stare at your hand, the chill still lingering from her touch.

“Yeah… you too.” You pick up your book and the paperwork, turning towards the door. As you make contact with the handle, you look back to say goodbye, but Adeline has vanished.

You toss and turn all night in your bed, unable to shake your encounter with Adeline. You felt completely enamoured by her. She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something else there. Her movements were so fluid, and the way she laughed was almost musical, as if she was singing you a song with her joy. By the time the morning sun graced the sky, sleep had barely found you. You fought through your exhaustion and peeled yourself from your sheets. You felt the innate need to prove yourself to Adeline, seeing as she had offered you a job on the spot without knowing anything about you. In fact, she didn’t even know your name until the end of your conversation. And the way she seemed to know what you were thinking without you voicing it aloud…

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you get ready for the day. You remember passing a coffee shop on the way home yesterday, so decide to stop by and attempt to quell your lack of sleep with caffeine. You place your order at the counter, then sit down with your new book and begin to flip through the pages while you wait.

“Vanilla latte for Y/N?”

You look up to find a young man staring back at you, holding your coffee.

“Yeah, that’s me. Thank you.”

The first thing you notice is his skin. It seems oddly sun-kissed, considering the town is spent in an almost constant state of overcast weather. Perhaps he’s just been on vacation recently?

You arrive at Alligatus Anima five minutes before instructed, but the door is unlocked. You let yourself in, walking through the quiet space until you reach the counter.

No sign of Adeline.

All of the hairs on your body prick up as an unfamiliar feeling takes over, causing your fight or flight to kick in. Your eyes dart around the room, but find nothing out of the ordinary. Still, that uneasy feeling remains, until you hear rustling in the back. You breathe a sigh of relief, realising it’s most likely just Adeline setting up for the day. You push past the beaded curtains that separate the shop floor from the back of house in search for her.

“Adeline?”

As you walk further, it feels like you’re being watched. You stop in your tracks, fear rooting you to the spot.

Why are you so afraid?

Then, you hear it. It’s so faint, you could convince yourself that you imagined it, but the quiet gruffs of muffled laughter find your ears. “Adeline?” You repeat, this time a lot lower in volume as your voice shakes.

“No, not Adeline.”

You don’t stop to have a conversation with whoever, or whatever just spoke to you. Letting your feet propel you back to the front of the store, you almost collide with Adeline.

“Y/N, is everything ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” She drops her bag down behind the counter, placing a hand on your arm.

“Or heard one…” You mumble under your breath.

“Do you have your paperwork?”

“Oh, yeah, let me grab it.” You fish around in your satchel for the documents and hand them over.

Adeline sets you up with a list of books that need re-stocking, then heads out back with your paperwork. You sit down at the counter, going over the list and familiarising yourself with the titles. Although you try your hardest to focus, you can’t stop your mind from wondering back to the encounter in the back of the store. That was a male voice. You think on if you should mention it to Adeline for a moment, but you’re quickly broken from your thoughts when she re-enters the room.

“Ok, all done. You’re officially employed. Let’s get you trained up.”

The majority of the day is spent learning the systems, which in reality consists of an old cash register and an iPad. Adeline shows you where the stock is kept, which makes you shudder due to it being in the exact vicinity of where the mysterious voice came from earlier. When she’s satisfied that you’ve learnt everything you needed, she leaves you to mind the floor whilst she gets to work pouring candles out back.

The afternoon had been quiet. You served only a handful of customers, all of them finding what they needed without any intervention. You’re busy mopping the floor in your preparations to close up shop when the door chimes once more. You look up to find a man standing before you unlike any you’d seen before. His skin bore the same shade as Adeline’s, a crisp alabaster. His features looked as if they’d been carved from stone, sharp and captivating. His hair, spilling in soft waves onto his shoulders, was a deep chestnut brown. He had slight stubble on his upper lip, and a pair of black sunglasses perched atop his nose. As your eyes wandered further, you noted he was wearing a black button down, secured by only the last 3 buttons, exposing his gleaming chest. He wore a silver chain with a multitude of pendants dangling from it, but you weren’t close enough to see the detail. His pants were black too, and the outfit completed with a pair of Chelsea boots. You were positive you’d never seen a more beautiful man in your life.

“Is my sister here?” He speaks in a velvety rasp.

“Uh- Adeline?”

“That would be her.”

“Yeah, she’s out back. I’ll uh, I’ll go get her.”

You turn to find Adeline, but the man speaks again.

“I don’t know you.”

You swivel your body back towards him, unsure of what to say.

“We don’t get a lot of new people around here.” He speaks again, moving closer towards you. As the proximity between you lessens, he seems to become uncomfortable. He halts, standing still a few meters from you.

“I just moved here.” You gulp, that same feeling from this morning seeping back into your bones.

You watch as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his breathing becoming harsher. His hands beside him ball into fists. Your heart thumps in your chest as the overwhelming urge to run takes over your mind, alarm bells ringing loud and clear. Something wasn’t right here.

“Ah, Jacob. I see you’ve met my new recruit, Y/N.”

Adeline. Oh, thank god.

“Indeed, I have.” He snarls.

You turn your body towards the direction of Adeline’s voice, only to find that she’s now standing next to you. You could have sworn she was behind you only a second ago.

“She’s a very hard worker, a great addition to the team.” She continues, stepping in front of you slightly.

“Oh, is she?” He smirks, and you think you like it even less than his earlier expression.

“Y/N, this is Jacob. My younger brother.”

Before you can register what you’re doing, you step towards him with your hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you, Jacob.”

You watch as he takes in a deep breath, but before anything else can happen, Adeline is between you both. Her hand is placed firmly on Jake’s chest.

“No, not this time. Not her.” She whispers, but you hear it anyway.

Jacob exhales sharply, rubbing his hand over his face. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Pity.”

Adeline looks back towards you, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

In an instant, the world around you fades to black.

Air floods your lungs as you take in a gasp, thrashing around manically as you come to. You bolt upright, to find that you’re at home, in your own bed. With your head in your hands, the visions of the moments before you blacked out flash before your eyes.

What happened?

As you look around your room, you spot a figure in your peripheral. Your blood runs cold as you back yourself against your headboard, bringing your sheets up to your chin. The figure rises from it’s seat in the corner, stepping into the light that streams through the crack in your curtains.

Adeline.

“Please, don’t be scared. I just had to make sure you were ok.”

“Adeline? Wha- what.” You stammer.

She sits beside you on the side of the bed.

“He won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“Hurt me? Why would he hurt me?” You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, more from fear than any other emotion.

“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, I wish I could. But what I can tell you is that my brother and I, we are… different.”

“Different?”

“Yes different. But I like you. There’s something about you that I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“How did I pass out?”

“Uh, that was me. Call it a protection measure…”

“Protecting me from who? Jacob?”

“Y/N, I can’t answer your questions. It’s more dangerous for you if I do. But I promise you, you are safe. You have my word. Take today off, get some rest. You have my number, I’m only down at the store if you need me.”

She swiftly makes her exit, leaving you even more confused than you were to begin with. You pick your phone up from your nightstand, finding it open on your contacts.

Adeline Kiszka

You cross your legs under your body, bringing up every social media app you had on your phone and typing the two names in. You find nothing. Deciding what you need is fresh air, you pull on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, then head outside. You aimlessly wander down street after street, trying to find a distraction, until your feet carry you to the little coffee shop you’d visited the day prior. As you walk in, you’re met with the same face as yesterday, eagerly waiting to take your order.

“Another vanilla latte?” He smiles.

“You remember my order? I’ve only been in here once.”

“No one orders the syrup around here, so it’s pretty memorable.” He chuckles. “So, new in town I’m assuming?”

“Why does everyone ask me that, is it that obvious?”

He grins, and you can’t help but notice the small dimple in his cheek. “Kinda yeah, but we don’t get a lot of newbies.”

“So I’ve been told…” You murmur.

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Yeah that’s right.”

“I’m Alex.” He hands you your coffee, then looks like he’s about to say something else.

“Speak your mind, Alex.”

“I, um, I get off in like ten minutes. Do you wanna, maybe hang out? If you’re free.”

You could use a friend in this town…

“Yeah sure, I’d love to.”

Sure enough, ten minutes later Alex is walking towards you, sans apron. He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, but you end up at a park on the edge of town. You sit down on a bench together and he pulls out a sandwich from his backpack.

“You want half? It’s PB&J?”

You feel your stomach growl, realising now how long it’s been since you last ate. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

You both sit in silence, taking bites from the sandwich and enjoying the warmth of the sun that is peaking through the clouds.

“Do you know anything about the Kiszkas?”

Alex almost chokes on his sandwich as he turns to you, his eyes wide. “Stay. Away.”

You furrow your brow. “Well, that’s kinda hard for me to do seeing as Adeline is my boss…”

“Shit. No, no. Y/N, you have to quit. I can see if we have anything available at my place.”

“What is so bad about them?”

“Look, I know you only just met me yesterday, but you need to trust me. They aren’t good people. If you can even call them that…” He mumbles the last part so quietly you almost don’t catch it.

“Why can’t anyone be straight with me around here?” You mutter, taking another bite of the PB&J.

“I’m sorry, I wish-”

“You wish you could tell me, but you can’t, right?” You roll your eyes.

“No. I like, really, really can’t. Can you at least promise me you’ll be careful? And don’t walk anywhere alone at night.”

“I can’t really avoid that, I don’t know anyone here yet. I only moved here yesterday!”

“Well, then take my number. I don’t mind walking with you.”

“Why are you being so nice?”

“Because, you seem like a good person. Someone who probably moved here to get away from it all. I understand that.”

You and Alex chatted for hours, finally moving on from the Kiszka conversation. You learnt a lot about him, what made him tick, and about his home life. You came to the conclusion that you liked him very swiftly, especially when he told you he also loved The Rolling Stones. Talking to him was pretty effortless, it didn’t feel like a chore and it was actually quite enjoyable. He had a certain “golden retriever” type energy about him, that somewhat matched your “black cat” energy well. You were like yin and yang, and it worked. He dropped you back at your house when it got dark, becoming shifty as soon as the moon lit up the night sky. You said your goodbyes and he made you promise again that you’d call him if you needed him.

As soon as you crossed the threshold into your house, you could tell something wasn’t right. The air smelled… different. Not in a bad way, in fact it was an incredibly intoxicating fragrance. Nevertheless, it put you on high alert. Remembering you placed one of your old baseball bats from high school by the door, you grasp onto the handle. Moving at a snail like pace, you begin towards your kitchen.

Clear.

Your bedroom is next, just down the hall. The floorboards squeak as you try your best to remain silent. The door to your room is ajar, which is strange because you always close it before you leave. You peer in through the gap, seeing the room is empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, you enter the room and walk towards your bed, but before you get to it the door slams shut. You brace yourself as you spin around, the bat raised in your hands as you prepare to use it.

Jacob.

“Hello again, Y/N. Are you planning on using that on me?”

#jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake greta van fleet #jake lane #jacob thomas kiszka #jaket kiszka #jacob kiszka #greta van fic #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka gvf #vampire jake kiszka #vampire fic #jake kiszka greta van fleet

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ohtobeleah · 2 years ago

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Boundaries // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: A call comes in on your day off about a hostage situation. Dragging your husband Bradley and his best friend Hangman into an active crime scene, the situation could not have turned out any worse.

Warnings: NCIS x TopGun Cross over. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Gun violence. Shooting.

Word Count: 8k

Author Note: Holy shit we made it bois!! Here’s another instalment of to the NCIS Bradley Bradshaw series. If you haven’t read anything to do this this series—where have you been? The Masterlist is linked here for you and a special shout out to @belowtheharddeck300 for concepting with me the other day and inspiring this whole fic. Please also don’t forget about Minimal Losses which is another series intertwined with this! But for Jake Seresin. xx

“Are you enjoying that?” DiNozzo hissed from his seat in the back of your car, peering over into the front as he eyed off Bradley who'd been obnoxiously sipping on his green smoothie the entire car trip.

“Oh, you mean my smoothie?” Rooster had been waiting for someone, anyone to bring it up. “Funny you should mention it because I really feel like it's missing something.” Inspecting the cup as if he didn't know what it was that was missing. He knew, oh boy did he know, and he was pissed.

“He’s just upset because I finished his protein powder last night–” You were currently in the middle of moving boxes out of your townhouse into a storage facility. The process of moving across the country wasn't as easy as you originally thought it would be. But you knew it would all be worth it.

“You put it on your ice cream!” Bradley countered, oh he’d been waiting for this argument to kickstart. You could see it through the rear view mirror, the perplexed look of amusement Jake was giving you as he sat quietly in the back of your car.

“Yeah and you left a tub of it at my house?” Your thought process had been this, surely Bradley had another tub of protein at his house in California. Whatever food or clothing or hygiene products he left behind whenever he came to stay with you in D.C, became fair game once he was gone. That was the unspoken rule you both had. It was hard being married and living separately, hence why you were in the process of a transfer out to California. To be closer to home. Your home. Bradley Bradshaw. “I didn't think you’d mind?”

“I wrote my name on the lid!?” Bradley had slightly turned in his seat to face you a little more. He was seething. His smoothie tasted weird without the vanilla protein powder he always used. He thought he could trust his own wife to keep his things safe. Turns out you were just as bad as the rest of the people he chose to willingly surround himself with on a day to day basis. All vultures to some extent.

“Who writes their name on things they then leave at their wife's house?” Your tone had changed, more annoyance than comic relief now shining through. That's what had drawn Jake Seresin into the conversation. He’d been trying not to get too heavily involved in whatever quarrel was going on in the front seat.

“Do you still write your name on your underwear?” Jake finally intervened in the argument that was slightly getting out of hand. He came to Washington with Rooster to help him clear out the townhouse you'd been living in since well, since you first moved out of home really. It was a pretty big task, but Jake was just grateful to have a full week off work.

“Only to mark my territory–”

“Poor choice of words there Bradshaw.” DiNozzo snarled at the thought. Shaking the imagery of roosters tighty whities out of his head. You chuckled softly as you stopped at a red light. Sighing because you didn't really want to continue the conversation but in a desperate attempt to preserve your personal beliefs on the matter, you ventured on strong headed.

“The bottom line is you're just really bad with personal boundaries.”

“Oh!” Bradley exclaimed to the heavens above as DiNozzo and Jake burst into laughter they couldn't control. Sending the two men who sat with a box between them a look they'd never forget.

“Is something funny?”

“You two? Having a discussion about boundaries?” DiNozzo mocked as you sat back with a groan. His lumbar had been acting up. You liked to tease him about the fact his hair was going grey and his bones were probably in early stages of osteoporosis. “Isn't that a little ironic?”

“Mind explaining that?” Rooster smirked as he sipped his protein-less smoothie so obnoxiously you were about five seconds away from throwing the damn thing out the window.

“Most people bring their work lives home, you two bring your home lives to work.” Jake added as he backed diNozzo up. “Boundaries get blurry.”

“Uh, no–Rooster and I keep our work lives and our personal lives incredibly separate– you didn't even know me until like two years ago.” It had been a code you both lived and breathed by. For the longest time Bradley Bradshaw kept his private life with you just that, separate. And you did the same, never mixing work with pleasure until it just seemed to melt. “I have a rule about that.”

“Really?” DiNozzo challenged your theory, your hypothesis was about to be diminished into nothing.

“Yeah–”

“What about that little display of affection the other day over on Lincoln at the stop light?” Crap, he had you with that one– remembering the way Roosters hands seemed to glide up your shirt as you kissed him with nothing but a centre console stopping you from jumping his bones right then and there.

“Ha!--” Rooster cheeks had turned a nice shade of crimson red. Flushed with embarrassment. “I didn't know you guys were behind us.” For the past couple of months, Rooster had been registered with the Naval Criminal Investigative service as a liaison officer for the Fighter weapons school, also known as TopGun. There had been some odd going on with the newest class currently going through. Rooster was just happy to give whatever intel he’d managed to gather over to the right people. That particular car trip you'd both been on the clock.

“And what about the fight about who gets the side of the bed closest to the bathroom?” Jake added as he yawned with a gaped mouth. He was used to thin walls from when he used to bunk in the dorms but it seemed as though the walls at your home were ten times thinner. Or maybe he just wasn't all that interested in hearing his best friend moan like a needy bitch for his wife. “Oh!” Jake snapped his fingers. “Or Rooster here telling us how Gibbs likes to hang dry her underwear in the living room?”

“Okay, one it’s Bradshaw to you and two you hang-dry your underwear too!” Although you’d been married for six months now– everyone was still getting used to calling you Agent Bradshaw or even just Bradshaw. To Hangman, you’d always be a Gibbs. His Gibbs.

“Yeah, in the bathroom where things are supposed to hang dry.” Rooster couldn't help but to laugh after he held your gaze. He was just waiting for the slightest smirk to creep across your beautiful smug face. The second he saw it, that ever present glint of love in your eyes, he knew he was off the hook. “I hang them over the rail! I don't display them like a taxidermist pinning moths to a dart board like you do!”

“And there it is, boundaries obliterated.” DiNozzo clapped, “More stuff I can never unhear.”

It had been your phone ringing through your bluetooth that interrupted the eyeroll of the century as you drove. Rooster saw the caller ID showing and immediately pressed answer on your behalf, not wanting you to be distracted for even a second.

“Hey Mcgee what's going on?” You greeted him with a soft smile you knew he wouldn't see but he would indeed hear in your voice. Both hands still on the wheel of your Sante Fe. The back was completely stacked with boxes, after a quick drop off, the four of you were going out for a small lunch break.

“Hey Gibbs I just–”

“It's Bradshaw Mc-know-it-all”!” Tony shouted, any chance he got to mess with his partner he took it no hesitation.

“Right sorry, anyway, Uh listen I know you guys aren't working today but Gibbs and I just got a call about a hostage situation going down at Benny's cafe’” Mcgee explained through the phone. He must have already been on the scene because all four of you could hear sirens in the background. “It's all hands on deck gang.”

“We leave you unattended for one day and look what happens.” Tony quipped again as he stretched his arms above his head as high as he could. “Be there in twenty, we’ll drop the kids to daycare and be round as soo–”

“Uh, yeah no.” Mcgee sighed as the slap he’d just copped to the back of the head echoed through your car. “Uh Gibbs says come now.” There was no time to drop Bradley and Jake back home. “Bring the kids.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The entire block had been evacuated as you ducked under cautionary tape strung up by on duty police officers. Flashing them your credentials, as you did so. It had gotten easier over time to wave people off–shrugging past with nothing but a soft “NCIS–” slipping past your lips.

“Uh guys?” Rooster shouted after you and DiNozzo as you kept walking, the police officers had stopped the two off duty naval aviators at the tape. Sighing as you held the bridge of your nose, you gesture at the cops to let your husband and Hangman through.

“They’re with us—“

“Ma’am this is an active crime scene.” One of the officers felt the need to remind you as you stared him down. Bradley placed his hand on your shoulder, shaking his head with pressed lips, scooting you along before you had a chance to shove your badge down the clearly just graduated beat cops throat.

“He’s not worth it.”

“Well I would’ve paid good money to see it.” Hangman smirked as he caught up. “So this is what a crime scene looks like?”

“Yeah, come on probie I’ll show you the ropes.” Tony teased as he roughed his hand on top of Jake's head, messing up his hair before making his way over to where your father stood with McGee. Taking in your surroundings as you followed DiNozzo over—your strides were smaller these days. Since becoming a married woman you were less and less inclined to be putting yourself in the line of fire if it could be helped. You’re ‘when’ still hopefully in the far distant future.

“Do I get a badge?” Hangman smirked as he followed curiously. DiNozzo just side eyed him in response. “Damn, was kinda banking on a badge here—“

“You can have a vest? If that’ll shut you up.”

“What have we got boss?” Bradley swore every time he saw Leroy Jethroy Gibbs he wore the same expression. Unimpressed and unimused. He was grateful though to see a glimpse of reassurance that his presence was justified. “I'm in the middle of moving across the country here, you concoct a whole ass hostage situation to keep me occupied or something?” As you crossed your arms across your chest and stood back a little, you were the spitting image of your father.

“Because I’d go to these lengths to keep you around?” Gibbs cracks. “No—no, it seems the universe is telling you that your job here isn’t quite finished.” Rooster just admired from a distance as you worked. He noticed just how invested Jake was getting, it brought a temporary smirk to Roosters face. Until the feeling diminished into nothing at the explanation of what exactly was happening.

“Able Seaman Theodore ‘Bomber’ Brown.” Mcgee started, fixing his own NCIS vest over his chest. Gearing up as DiNozzo handed one to Rooster. Gesturing for him to put it on before he put it on for him. For protection. A part of procedure. “For reason still unknown the guys walked in and has taken fourteen people hostage, only thing we might be able to see triggered the outburst would be the fact he was dishonourably discharged about three weeks ago, his attending officers said he was showing signs of mania, histeria–all claims Brown denys.”

“Doesn’t seem too outlandish now, does it?” Tony replied with a huff. “You don't just randomly take fourteen people hostage for no apparent reason– gotta be something triggering the guy.”

“Did you say Theodore Brown?” You knew your expression was one of concern as Bradley and Jake turned to listen to you more intently. Both wearing NCIS issued bullet proof vests. “I think I went to high school with him, yeah–his mother was a diagnosed schizophrenic.” You remembered the poor kid as clear a day, he didn't have all that much growing up but he had a decent smile and a heart of gold. “I remember him being heavily tormented by some stupid kids in the grade above us because of it.”

“That would certainly explain something like this–” DiNozzo sassed. You shot him a look of disapproval. His accusing eyes staring directly back at you.

“I wasn't insinuating anything, I'm just saying there's a high percentage of something like that being passed down through genetics. If it's underlying or even just undiagnosed he might be confused about what's going on.”

“Since when are you an expert in behavioural analysis?” You could barely hear the question Tony had asked over the sirens and loud as all hell fire brigade horns rolling onto the scene. “I say we send her in for mediation if she already knows the guy.” Like a little light bulb moment when off inside your head, you raised a brow Tony’s way as he spoke– perhaps he was onto something? Maybe it would be the best idea for you to go in if Theodore was the Theodore you had known in high school?

“I'm not an excerpt and I could be way off here, but if we’re already going off nothing, maybe DiNozzo has a valid point?” Shrugging your shoulders, you looked around all the men who stood around you. Two of which were quick to shut down the idea immediately.

“No!” Jake frowned as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “As if you'd send the only women here into the line of direct fire are you kidding?” He didn't mean any malicious intent, you knew that. And you hadn’t taken the comment to heart because it was Jake. He cared enough about the people around him to want to protect them himself. In a situation like this though? He found himself rendered useless.

“Not a chance–” Bradley shook his head, his lips pressed together in a thin line as his fist balled briefly by his side. “Nope, not happening.” Bradley however, knew he didn't have a say. He’d been around this bloke enough times to know the second someone held you no you wanted to do it ten times more. Even if it was out of spite. “You don't know what this guys even capable of?” The only thing that filled the heavy silence that lingered in the atmosphere around you were the sounds of obnoxious sirens. Looking up at your husband with so much love and admiration, you took his hand in yours.

“I think you sometimes forget what I'm capable of too–” Bradley knew he was out of line. He knew better than anyone not to step between you and your job. He remembered how the whole Bob situation at the Hard Deck had gone down, but he couldn't help it, you were his wife. The woman he loved and was in love with. His best friend. The hopefully future mother of his children. He had his justified reasons to stand between you and something dangerous. If he didn’t? Who the fuck was going to? “Roos– todays not my when baby, I'll be fine.'' He knew you couldn't really promise that, with reluctance and a tight grip on your hand–squeezing three consecutive times, Rooster nodded in response. “We’ll stop by United Sports Nutrition on the way back and get you some more protein.”

“What, just so you can eat it all?” Bradley beamed as you chuckled softly. Resolving in his arms as you hugged him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Looking around your shoulder Jake saw the look of utter turmoil in his best friend's eyes. He’d never be able to handle this, your job title made his day job look like a hobby. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, so much more.” It was a moment you both treasured amongst chaos. Pulling away as you fixed yourself up and nodded to your dad. “Okay, where do you want me?”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Earpiece fit snug?” Gibbs asked softly as he fixed his own. Pressing it further into his ear before fixing his NCIS issued cap. Never one for an overt display of emotion, Gibbs settled for a one sided smirk, tipping your chin up as he looked you over—a younger version of himself. “You keep your wits about yourself.”

“Always boss, always.” It was a gentle kiss to your forehead that had you closing your eyes and taking in the moment before you exhaled your nerves. Shaking your hands out before smoothing over your bullet proof vest. Hidden snuggly under your sweatshirt you had stolen from Bradley’s forever growing collection—this one? His favourite Phillies jumper. “If Bradley—“ You didn’t even need to ask, finish your sentence or explain anything. Gibbs already knew. Cutting you off with a hushed groan.

“I got him, you just focus on getting those people out of that building.” Everyone was situated around it in the gazebo style monitoring station. They were all huddled around radio equipment that had been set up in order to monitor you while you were inside the cafe.”

“No matter what happens you keep them clear, you’ll know if I need backup.'' It was always a weird feeling talking to your father like he was your boss. Well he was your boss but you get the point I'm trying to make. Keeping conversation light and away from what you really wanted to say was always the general consensus of your talks before any major take down or subsequent hostage situation or kidnapping. You always said things like ‘I'll be fine, don't worry, piece of cake.’ When in reality all you wanted to say was ‘Make sure I go home to my husband in one piece because if I don't he’ll never forgive me for being too reckless.’ Like father like daughter though right?

The two of you slowly but surely closed in on where DiNozzo sat babysitting your husband and Jake. Sitting between the two aviators who both looked far beyond their comfort zone. “Now I’m expecting Brown to be incredibly hostile at first so whatever you do, unless there’s a clear indication from me—don’t intervene, under any circumstances.”

“What would a clear indication be?” Rooster asked as he squinted up at you, the gazebo doing little to keep the sun out of his golden brown eyes.

“Hail of bullets a good enough indication?” Rooster could tell you were starting to compartmentalise, it was something you did to ensure rational thinking. You didn't like when emotions played a major part in your critical thinking process when you were on the job. Splitting your personality in half always seemed to be an easy way to process the idea of inevitable fate. Not if, but when. You and Bradley had discussed the when’s of life a million times, today you were sure it was not a when. Bradley however? Well he had a fear so primal lingering in the back of his mind that today would be the day he could taste it in the back of his throat. Undeniable heartache. But he wouldn't admit that, no. He couldn't. Not when you were gearing up to save lives and put the greater good before your own self. That would be a disservice to your own stability. “I know what i'm doing Rooster–”

“I stopped questioning your judgement a long time ago sweetheart, doesn't mean I don't worry.” Bradley cooed as he stood from his chair, headphone hanging around his neck because there was no way he wasn't going to listen to every second. Reaching out to draw you in by your slightly flushed cheeks. His palms pressed softly against you as he brought his lips against your ever so lovingly–Like it could very well be the last kiss he ever got the share with you. “Go be a badass–”

“When have you ever known me not to be one?” It was a simple answer, but a reaffirming one. You had always been a fierce woman, strong and independent. “United Sports Nutrition, my treat.” Changing the subject as you slipped through Bradleys fingertips. Nodding in response to what you'd promised him, Bradley committed to memory what it felt like to hold your face between his hands. Jake stood from his seat to keep his best friend grounded in reality, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I dunno how you do it man, if I were in your shoes I never would have let her do this.” Bradleys eyes never left you as you finally turned your back on him, being escorted by two general duties officers closer to where the cafe was. Tears threatened to spill as he held himself together with what felt like scotch tape and PVA glue. Forever his girl, always his badass.

“I don't do it–” Bradley replied just barely under a whisper. It killed him a little bit more each time you worked a high profile case or put yourself in the line of fire more than was deemed completely necessary. He knew you knew what you were doing–but it didn't change the fact the bottom line was inevitably when. When would he get the house call that told him you weren't coming back? “Kills me every day man. But what good would it do holding her back?”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

As you approached the front door of the small corner store cafe, you held in a deep breath–it almost felt like if you exhaled too fast your heart was going to fall out of your ass. You weren't a stranger to dangerous situations, but this time it felt different. There was an added layer of intensity to this particular situation. One part being you knew the suspect from highschool. The other part? Well, it wasn't every day your husband got to see you doing what you did best–being a menace to society only with a legal title that gave you a right to carry a weapon.

A small christmas like bell rang throughout the building as you slowly but surely opened the door. Stepping in cautiously, you met eyes with Theodore ‘Bomber’ Brown. You greeted him with a warm smile, trying to keep your own nerves under wrap as he held the gun directly at you. Your hands came up slowly beside your head as you took small almost undetected steps. The door slamming shut with a thud behind you.

The game had begun.

“Hi Theo.”

“What are you doing here Y/n?” He almost looked as confused as you were pretending to be. Shrugging as you continued walking closer to where he stood, you took a headcount of people cowering and hiding their children.

“Oh you know, I was just in the area and thought I'd stop in for a coffee.” Bradley had never rolled his eyes harder at you. For a brief moment he questioned if he could even listen to you, ripping the headphones off as he squinted his eyes shut and held the bridge of his nose warding off a headache.

“What's she doing? Is she being serious?” Jake questioned DiNozzo who stood trying to get a visitual through the cracks in the blinds of the cafe Theo had made his hostages shut.

“She's doing what she does best–” Gibbs responded with a smirk evident on his face. “She's getting the job done.” Rooster felt as if he had no other choice but to pull himself together and put the damn headphones back on. If something were to happen and he missed it? He’d never forgive himself.

“You want a coffee Theo?” You asked as you slowly lowered your hands, stepping behind the counter. “I used to work at this coffee shop down the street while I was in college, still make a pretty mean cappuccino if you ask me.”

“What are you some kinda cop?” Theo hissed, it almost felt like venom against your skin as he whizzed around the counter. Pressing the end of his gun against your back, just between your shoulder blades. “Because if are–”

“I'm not a cop.” Sometimes a sharp tongue could cut deep. “But if you feel the need to affirm your suspicions you can always pat me down.” It was probably the biggest bluff you had ever held. Of course you were wearing a vest, you didn't actually have a death wish. But if Theo were to pat you down? He’d feel it instantly. “Or you can just have a coffee with me and we can talk about what's got you so upset to the point where you think hurting these people will fix the issue?”

“You really just wanna talk? No bull?” Theo removed the gun from where it had been pressed between your shoulder blades. Watching curiously as you started to tamper a puck of coffee from the machine.

“I just wanna talk, but before we do–I reckon it would be really kind of you to let some of these people go?” Silence had never been so deafening before as you stood face to face with an active terrorist. “I'll stay as long as you wanna talk for, but come on Theo–there's children in here.”

“I keep them all.” Theo growled as you reached down to grab a carton of milk from out of the bar fridge. Shaking your head in disappointment.

“The Theo I know would never have harmed a soul, you cried when Lala Bigbe decided she was gonna be an underground Molly Grub fighter and was pinning them against one another on the oval at–” The jug of milk went crashing to the ground as you felt the back of Theos gun connect with your cheek. He’d pistol whipped you. Knocking you to the ground in shock before you could finish your sentence.

“Jesus fucking Christ–” Rooster hissed as he stood up, Gibbs was quick to shove him back down into his seat by his shoulders. “Gibbs she–”

“Knows what she's doing, Son–give her time.” Bradley didn't hear the word son enough in his life, and it was a word that always truly impacted him. Sitting with his father in law's hands on his shoulders—he wanted so badly to trust the process. “She’ll tell us when she needs us.”

“I'll give him that one for free, maybe she’ll try another angle now.” Tony tried to lighten the situation, noticing just how badly Rooster was holding it together. Maybe it was the wrong call bringing the fighter pilots along after all.

“I am not in the mood to play childish games.” Theo spat as he leaned in and over you, watching as you backed yourself into the corner. Covering your cheek. “You wanna talk, we’ll talk, but it'll be on my terms, about what I wanna talk about—”

“That's perfect, great plan of attack.” You quipped. Standing to your feet again as you went back to making your coffee. Fetching a new carton of milk from the bar fridge. “What’s on your mind?” Theo didn’t respond as quickly as you’d hoped. He looked around the cafe, taking in how everybody looked at you like some saving grace.

“I'm not crazy–” He mumbled as you steamed your milk. “I’m just—I wanted someone, anyone to hear

me.” Theo sounded as sincere as they come. A plea for help, crying out for someone to pull him out of whatever train wreck his life had become.

“Well considering I never asked if you were, it's awfully sad that you feel like you need to state that as a matter of fact.” You and Theo used to be quite close in high school—you’d eat lunch together more often than not, you’d stand by his locker most mornings because your presence alone would deter Frank Jackson and his bunch of goons from stuffing Theo into his locker. He was your science partner from what you could remember and he even helped you a time or two with some physics homework—but looking at him now? There was something behind his eyes that told you he was sick. “I don’t think you’re crazy—“

As if those five words broke down a barrier, Theo sauntered over to the front door. Deciding that your open mind was a good enough reason to let a few people out as a show of good faith. You scratch his back he’ll scratch yours.

“You three, go—NOW!” Theo shouted as he fired a single round into the ceiling as the three people he’d told to run ran for their lives with their hands above their head. At the sound of gunfire you ducked behind the counter, holding your earpiece.

“I’m good, he fired into the roof.” You mumbled just above a whisper, hoping Bradley had been one of the people who were listening in intently. He had been. At the sound of gunfire he jumped out of his seat, instantly panicking because what if you’d been shot? “I’m good—“

“Copy, standing by with backup.” McGee responded loud and clear in your ear as you peaked out from behind the counter. Catching a glimpse of what Theo might have been experiencing as you watched his gaze linger into a void as he mumbled something under his breath, almost as if he was shrugging someone off.

“I thought my commanding officer would be here this morning.” Theo explained as he made his way to you. His head hung lower as he almost gave off an ora of remorse. “I just wanted to talk, explain that I’m not crazy—I, I panicked when someone spotted my gun.” It was irrational behaviour, but you couldn’t help but to understand how Theo thought he was justified. Sipping your coffee casually as you kept Theo occupied and distracted enough so that two other hostages could slip out the front door. One had been clever enough to take the Christmas bell with him.

“Why do you have a gun if you were looking for your commanding officer Theo?” Your question must have made Theo feel a little caged. His defences coming back online as he closed the space between you. His eyes full of rage, anger bubbling to the surface.

“Because he had me dishonourably discharged, he ruined my life! It's only fair I ruin his no?”

“She’s losing him–” Gibbs groaned as he clicked at Tony. “Get ready to go.” Bradley and Jake continued listening as you tried to take control of the situation again. “I'm pulling the plug.” At the mere mention of the plug being plugged being pulled, you spoke back to Theo in a way you hoped your team would understand.

“I got it–” You paused briefly so that your team understood you were talking to them. “I mean I get it, I do, if someone had me fired from the only job I ever really enjoyed I'd be upset too.” you weren't sure when your hands had started to shake but they were.

��What do you do now?” Theo asked. You couldn't keep up with his very wiry personality changes. The Theo you spoke at this very second was not the same version of Theo who had shot a single round through the roof not a few minutes prior.

“Im a florist–” It had been a blatant lie, but a quick and believable one. Brandley scoffed to himself in amusement, his mother had been a florist. “Maybe you can come see the shop once this is all over huh?”

“Oh I dont think I'm getting out of here.” Theo softened his gaze. “Can't you hear the sirens?”

“They just wanna make sure these people get out unharmed Theo that's all, I reckon if you walked out with me, they'd lower whatever weapons they have and would let you explain why you felt the need to do this.” It was your way of telling everyone to lower their weapons and stand down if Theo were to come willingly. You knew your dad was smart enough to decipher that. “Doesn't that sound like the best way to get justice?”

“Y/n, what's in your ear?” Fuck. You froze as Theo reached his hand out, turning your head away–Theo got a good look at the earpiece that was in your ear, delivering your entire conversation to whatever authorities were outside. “You fucking bitch you set me up.”

“No no, I didn't Theo listen to me!” You were in the eye of the storm now. Rooster shot up from his seat yet again as his heart beat so hard against his chest he felt like it might burst through his sternum.

“Gibbs, get her out of there–” Jake had never heard his friend and colleague sound so panicked before. “NOW!” Holding the headphones against his ears as people rushed towards the building, Bradley’s stomached dropped when he heard the crackling noise of static. You weren't there anymore. “FUCK! Y/n–!!” Bradley Bradhsaw had never moved so quickly in his goddamn life before. But Jake Seresin? He’d never had to hold back a pleading husband before. Jumping up and after Rooster, bear hugging the six foot wide shouldered blonde as he struggled against him.

“You can't go in there Bradshaw–”

“She's my wife!” Jake had to clench his jaw as he struggled with Rooster, holding him back as shots rang out and hostages bolted from the front door, DiNozzo and Mcgee quick on the draw as they entered soon after with their guns drawn.

“But right now? She's a Federal Agent.”

“Jake I swear to fucking god if you don’t let me go right now you’ll be dead before you hit the ground, DO YOU HEAR ME?!!” Bradley shouted as he continued to struggle with Hangman who wasn't letting go for nothing. Holding back Rooster as people rushed the cafe. His eyes were trained on the front door, just waiting for you to appear.

But you never did.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“No no, I didn't Theo listen to me!” You were in the eye of the storm now. He’d ripped your earpiece from your ear, crushing it in his palm before shoving you backwards into one of the dining tables.

“You are a cop!”

“I'm not!” You pleaded, your hands coming up to protect yourself. “I'm not a cop, you just never asked if I was a federal agent, that's what I am, but I swear to you it doesn't change anything!” You tried to reason with Theo as his hand came down to around your throat. “I don't think you’re crazy!”

“I don’t fucking believe you!” That's the moment you knew you’d lost him, deciding against your better judgement before anyone else got hurt to rush him. Clawing at his hand before tackingling him around the waist back into the counter.

“RUN!!” You shouted. “Everybody out! Now, now, now!!!” Struggling with Theo as you tried to disarm him. He’d managed to gain the upper hand and throw you down onto the ground, pinning you down only for you to flip the cards and straddling him for a brief moment as you searched for his gun. “Theo, I promise, I can help you–” He wasn't listening. Scrapping around on the floor for dominance and his weapon.

You didn't even hear the gunshots.

You just felt the two jolts of pain rush through you. You held your breath and counted to ten. You felt the earth move before your heart burst again. For this was your when, You’d drowned and dreamt this moment. So overdue, you felt like you owed them. The hands of time. Swept away, you were stolen as you fell to your side. Cupping your lower abdomen as blood stained your hands.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Bradley was by your side within seconds after first responders had brought you out, already working to fit you with oxygen and stop your bleeding. A paramedic sat straddling your legs as she applied pressure over your stomach as the gurney you laid on was wheeled up into the ambulance.

“Rooster–” You mumbled softly from under the oxygen mask, you couldn't train your eyes on him. Everything was blurry. But you knew he was there. “Bradley–”

“Im here, hey–I got you baby, I’m here.” The way Bradley held your hand broke Jake's heart as he stood back and watched with Tony and Tim. They were all as stunned as each other. Gibbs? He was still inside the cafe. As your boss he hated that he’d let the situation escalate to a point beyond saving. As your father? He was proud you’d managed to get every single person out of the cafe–his only wish was that you'd been one of them too.

“I'm okay–” You tried to promise your husband as he followed you up into the ambulance, there was no way in hell he wasn't going with you. “I'll be fine.”

“Oh I wouldn't doubt it baby, you did so good.” Rooster knew this wasn't good just by the looks that gave no ground for hope that paramedics shared between themselves as they worked around him. “But you gotta keep fighting yeah? Don't you give up on me now, today wasn't supposed to be your when.” You just shook your head softly in response as your hand slipped from your husbands. “Y/n? Hey, baby you open your eyes for me okay?” It took everything you had, but you did what you were told. Bradley beamed as he blinded away tears that fell freely down his cheeks. “There she is, hi beautiful.”

“Hi–” You mumbled back before all the bells and whistles rang out through the back of the ambulance.

“Okay we’re losing her.” one of the paramedics announced as she pushed Bradley aside. “Sir, we need all the space to work on your wife, please step aside.” Bradley did as he was told, he stood in the corner and watched as paramedics worked to save your life. His bottom lip quivered a little as he started to lose control.

“Don't you dare take her dad, I need her here, with me.”

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Leroy Jethro Gibbs hated hospitals as much as the next guy. It had been a few hours since you had been brought into emergency for emergency life saving surgery. Jake sat beside a clearly not alright Braldey. His hands were still covered in your blood. At least his shirt was black so if there was any on him? It was at least discrete.

“Bradshaw, Your father in laws here.” Jake didn't think for a moment that Bradley would jump to his feet and rush at Gibbs. But that's exactly what he did. Leaving Jake Seresin in the dust completely dumbfounded. “Dude?” This was not how his annual leave would have gone.

“You son of a bitch!” Bradley spat. “Where the fuck have you been!?” Calmly and every so collected Gibbs raised a single brow at his son in law. He understood what it was like to lose his wife, so he accepted Roosters' anger.

“I was with Brown, making sure he was in custody.” Gibbs handed the obviously distressed husband the coffee he’d ordered him before stepping around where Bradley stood to hand Jake the same. “He’s with Tony and Tim now–charged they’re charging him with attempted murder of a Federal officer first and formost, everything else will be left up to whatever the phyc deems–”

“You should have been with your daughter!” Rooster interrupted with a hiss laced with venom as Gibbs turned back to face where Rooster stood seething in anguish and heartbreak. “She needed you–”

“Who she needed, was right with her.” Gibbs said calmly as he pressed his index finger into Roosters chest. “And you don't get to diminish her ability because it's hard to accept the fact things went wrong, she's a good agent–she knew what she was walking into, you accept the risk–”

FUCK THE RISK!!” Bradley shouted with enough gusto to catch the attention of the entire waiting room. “She’s everything I have! I can't lose her.”

“Since when is this about you Bradshaw?” Gibbs questioned as calmly as ever. “Are you the one on the operating table right now or is it your wife and my daughter?” It was a hard truth Bradley had to hear and accept. “You don't get to not be a solid foundation for her to lean on when she comes out of this, just like she doesn't get a choice to not make it through this.” For a split second, Rooster saw Gibbs clench his jaw tight, holding his emotions back as per normal. But for a moment? He saw it in his father in law's eyes. The guilt he felt for being the one who signed off on such a suicide mission.

“Uh, Bradshaw?” An attending was coming through the double doors in her scrubs, looking for Bradley. “Bradley Bradshaw?”

“Yeah? Over here.” Jake answered as he stood from the seat he felt like he’d been glued to watching the most daytime emmy scene play out before him.

“I have an update on your wife.” Bradley couldn't breathe as he nodded in response, swallowing the lump in his throat as he sat down. Theattending did the same beside him. Removing her scrub cap. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“There's good news?” Bradley let out a sigh of relief as the attending just smirked his way. She’d seen far too many husbands with chewed up nails beds to not know what Bradley was feeling right now. “That first, please.”

“She’s stable, for now–Doctor Daz is just finishing up now and we’ll let you know when you can come see her.” The attending Bradley didn't quite catch the name of paused briefly before continuing on. “However, unfortunately because of the specific type of bullet that your wife was hit with, it did leave a pretty big mess and she’s lost an ovary.” Rooster wasn't the best person when it comes to female anatomy. He carried a few tampons and liners around but that was about it. From the look on his face the attending knew he cared, he just didn't really know what she was saying. “Sir, your wife may find it a little harder to conceive if you were ever planning on having a family. Not by much, only around the thirty for forty percent mark but it's still something to be aware of.”

“But she's alive?” Bradley didn't care about what he did not have right now, all he cared about was that you were still earth side, his dad had heard his prayers. “She’s gonna be Okay?”

“She very much should be.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

The steady rhythm of your heart rate monitor was the first thing that you heard as you came to after surgery. The next thing? It was the gentle snores that escaped an exhausted Bradley Bradshaw as he sat beside your bed. His head in your lap as he snored away. Completely oblivious to the fact you had come to. Oxygen flowed through the little tube connecting up around your ears into your nose as your head felt heavy against the pillow that proped you up.

“Too much adventure for you huh Roos?” You smiled softly as you carded your fingertips gently through his sun kissed hair. Disturbing the clearly mentally and physically exhausted aviator who held your whole heart in the palm of his hand. “Hi–”

“You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice.” Rooster groaned as he came to, sitting up with a yawn. “Never again.”

“Bradley, I’m okay–”

“Yeah no this isn't the first time you've been shot on but it's gonna be the last.” You didn't want to start an argument right now, but you couldn't help but give Rooster the normal level or attitude you normally would.

“Okay Lieutenant Bradshaw, say that again when you aren't literally flying fighter jets for a living.” You had rendered Bradley speechless as you eyed him down with an all knowing smirk. “Yeah, think before you talk shit.”

In comfortable silence Braldey held your hand and read your chart as you went in and out of a light sleep. He wondered when the most appropriate time would be to bring up the whole ovary thing would be. Perhaps it would be less of a hit coming from him, or maybe it would be less confusing to hear someone explain it who actually knew what they were talking about. Regardless, Braldey stayed by your side all night, watching as you slept, keeping you company when you were awake.

“Hey Roos?” You mumbled as you lulled your head to the side. Yoru eyes were barely open as you caught his attention.

“You okay? Do you need anything?”

“You believe in life after death right?” He wasn't all that sold on the idea, but he liked to keep an open mind purely because of his parents and the way his mother would always say his dad was watching over them.

“Depends on the circumstances I guess? Why, what's on your mind?”

“I think I met your dad for a moment there, unless it was just a very vivid surgery dream.” Bradley believed wholeheartedly that if you had really seen his dad then he owed him everything he had for sending you back to him.

“Did you say hi for me?” Rooster smiled as he rubbed his thumb across your hand as you nodded.

“I did Roo, I did.” You cooed just barely above a whisper. Letting your eyes rest as you chuckled softly to yourself. “Do you think this obliterated our blurry line between work and home life?” Bradley Bradshaw knew he’d met his match with you all those years ago. But looking at you now? He honestly couldn’t imagine a life without you. He wasn't prepared for a when. You’d just have to settle for a never from now on.

“Yeah, oh yeah big time.”

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Learn To Fly: Part 1

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader ‘Blackbird’ Mitchell/Blackwood

Warnings: None (as far as I’m aware)

A/N: Yeah I know what you're thinking "Its another series" I have a lot of ideas guys. I feel bad for posting so much but I like sharing my ideas so idc

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Looking around the crowded bar, Maverick sighed to himself seeing Penny working behind the bar like normal. He stared longingly at her before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Mav” Bradley hummed, leading him over to the bar taking a seat that wasn’t surrounded by a ton of people. He watched as Penny made her way over to the two of them with beers in hand “Penny… Mav’s got something he’s gotta tell you” Pete glanced at the bar as Penny placed the beers down.

“Well hello to you too Lieutenant Bradshaw” she smiled back at him “What’s up?” she leaned over the bar to Pete and raised a brow seeing how nervous the normally cheeky pilot was.

Maverick looked around before looking back to Penny “Can we talk in the office?” Penny’s face dropped as she looked to Rooster, who just mouthed ‘I’ll watch the bar’, she motioned for Pete to follow, leading him into the back office.

He entered the office first and as soon as Penny shut the door her hands took his in hers “Okay you’re really scaring me, what’s going on?”

Maverick looked to the ground once more, contemplating if he really needed to do this before he looked back up to Penny “Do you remember Charlie Blackwood?” Penny nodded “We were together for… a long time… she and I….” he stopped himself thinking over how to say what he needed to say “She got a promotion not long after Goose died, I would visit her in Washington… and at some point we-” he stopped himself again before letting out a long sigh.

“We have a kid… I have a daughter” he finally spat out.

Penny’s eyes widened taking in what Pete had said before she nodded “Okay, keep going” Pete just raised his brow “Oh come on Pete, it’d be a little hypocritical of me to get upset about this” she hummed “So you have a daughter?” she walked over to lean against the office desk

Mav nodded “She’s just like her mother” a small smile came to his lips “She’s absolutely a force of nature… she was the smallest thing but I already knew I would do anything for her, Charlie will tell you she’s a firecracker like me” he chuckled “After she was born, Charlie ended up being able to work remotely… so she moved back here to Miramar while I had my brief stint as an instructor…” his foot bounced as he talked “Charlie and I split when she was ten… we tried to make it work but it just didn't” he explained “Charlie got offered a promotion by the pentagon and she took it, the out she’d been looking for… I knew she’d have been better off going with Charlie so they moved to Washington, that’s when Charlie and I learned we worked better as separate co-parents than we were together” he sat down on the couch Penny had in the office, continuing to stare at the floor.

“I’d visit whenever I could, weekends, holidays, birthdays” he looked to the ground “When she turned 18 she told me she was joining the Navy… and I-” he stopped himself again, and gulped “I didn’t pull her papers like with Rooster… but I wasn’t exactly happy about it” he started to rock back and forth on his heels as his nails dug into the palms of his hands “She’s 29…. She called me-”

“And she’s gonna be stationed here?” Penny cut him off watching as Maverick gawked “It’s not that hard to see where you were going with it” she hummed “So… what are you gonna do?”

Mavericks shoulders slumped “It’s been eleven years since I last spoke to her…. Sure we still sent each other cards, maybe a text to check in with each other every other month… but… Charlie basically raised her Penny, I…. I’m just there I don’t… she asked if I knew if there were any good places to stay so she wouldn’t have to be assigned a home by the base”

Crossing her arms in front of herself, Penny tilted her head slightly to the side “You told her she’s welcome to stay with us right?”

Pete’s eyes went wide and his face paled at the thought “No!” He quickly said “Sorry…. Just… I didn’t really think that her staying with us was a good idea since, I still don’t know where we stand… and since the last she and her mom heard, I was single and living the bachelor life” he sighed “I told her that the place I was assigned when I first got back to Miramar hasn’t been touched so she could stay there if she wanted since I’ve been staying somewhere else” Penny just nodded “She’s gonna be here tomorrow… and I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I see her on the base…”

Penny’s eyes softened seeing how stressed Pete was over this whole thing, she walked over to and sat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder “What you’re gonna do is start out small… make small talk, if she acknowledges you in strictly professional way then you know where she stands… and if she tries to make small talk back” a small smile came to her lips “Then there might be some hope for you two” she leaned closer to him to kiss his cheek “You can take a few minutes in here if you want but I’ve gotta get back to the bar okay?” he nodded watching as Penny left.

Leaving the office, as she shut the door Penny debated going back in before deciding against it, seeing how Pete needed time to process. Making her way back over to the bar, Penny paused seeing Rooster threaten to ring the bell. Smiling to herself she made her way back behind the counter “I hope you’re not abusing the use of my bell Bradshaw?”

He turned to her pretending to be shocked “I would never” he chuckled moving back to his seat “Is Mav okay” he hummed.

Penny just nodded moving behind the bar “He just doesn't know what to do… So you know his daughter?”

Rooster chuckled once more, raising his beer up to take a sip before he spoke “Oh yeah… We practically grew up together”

Penny hummed for a moment before leaning over the bar top “What’s she like?” Rooster’s eyes widened “I don’t wanna know everything about her, I just wanna know the basics”

The man sighed “First off… if you ever meet her, don’t bring up Maverick” Penny reflected on how Bradley for once used Maverick’s actual name “I’m gonna assume he told you about their fight?”

“Not in detail” she nodded

“It was bad… like really bad, it happened over the summer when she was supposed to be staying with him… but after the fight happened and she ended up staying with my mom and I till she went back to Charlie” Penny’s heart ached at his words, he paused debating about saying the next part, but in his head he knew he had to tell her, if not for Y/N then to save Penny the trouble later “She used to have Pete’s last name… But when she got back to DC she changed it to Blackwood… she made sure to distance herself from Maverick”

Penny bit the inside of her cheeks before she spoke “So no talk of Pete at all?”

Rooster nodded “Only talk about him if she brings him up first” Leaning back over the bar to met Penny halfway he lowered his voice “Listen Penny, you’re pretty much my aunt… and you make Mav happy, we both wanna see him happy right” Penny nodded “You can’t tell Mav but I still talk to her… when she comes tomorrow, she’s not on base right away, they gave her two days to settle in… I can suggest coming here tomorrow night so you can met her, test out the waters, okay?”

“Really?” Her voice was hopeful.

Bradley nodded the quickly pointed at Penny “But you can’t tell Mav and you can’t tell her that you’re his girlfriend”

She nodded “Done deal and tomorrow anything the two of you order is one the house” she gave him a soft smile “Thank you Bradley”

“Oh no problem” he hummed “she’s practically my little sister, as much as she wants to hold a grudge like I did… “ he glanced back to the office seeing how Pete was still sitting on the couch “I know he regrets what he did… she and Mav should be in each others lives” Penny smiled at how Bradley thought of the two before she frowned slightly “What is it?” Roost furrowed his brows, seeing Penny’s expression

“I just realized that we’ve been talking about this girl for almost half an hour, and not you nor Pete have mentioned her name once” she leaned back from the bar top.

A small snort came from the lieutenant “Go figures” he laughed “Her name is-”

“Y/N” a sweet voice called out as Y/N layed on her side, the voice pulled her partially out of slumber. “Y/N” the voice called again this time she felt her bed dip before a kiss was placed upon her shoulder “Sweetheart, we should get up” the voice rested it’s head rested on her shoulder “it’s almost 11”

A groan came from Y/N as she rolled over and snuggled into the embrace of the voice “So?” she hummed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist “We’ve both got the day off… can’t we just stay here” a laugh followed her suggestion “Jake!’ she whined “please, we hardly ever get to lay around” she opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to catch the glimpse of the pilot who just smiled softly at her.

He dipped his head down to place a kiss along Y/N’s jaw. “You know more than anything how much I wanna do that” he mumbled against her skin “But you said we were gonna move your car and your bike… and your boxes out of my garage…” Jake’s arm leaned against the pillow as he rested his head on his hand, brushing hair from Y/N’s face “Not to mention you said you were gonna call your mom”

Y/N chuckled “Oh how could I forget with you reminding me” she smiled. “Well…” she started, moving to untangle herself from Jake’s grasp “should we start getting ready then?” Jake hummed in agreement before the start left the bed.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was up and moving into the kitchen as Jake poured out a bowl of cereal for Y/N before settling into a chair. Taking her bowl Y/N shoved a spoonful of the sugary cinnamon bites into her mouth before leaning back against Jake’s chest with her phone in one hand as she opened her contacts before hitting the call button on one of them

Placing the phone on the table, Y/N resumed eating as it rang. “What do you think your mom’s doing right now?” Jake hummed, resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“She’s probably in between meetings or something” the phone rang a few more times before the other end picked up

“Charlotte Blackwood, how can I help you?” The other end of the line called out.

“Hi Mom, You’re on speaker and Jake’s with me so behave” Y/N said taking a bite of her cereal as a chuckle came from the phone.

“Hi Charlie,” Jake called out.

A chuckle followed before Charlie spoke “Hi Jake, are you helping my girlie settle in okay?”

“Yes Ma’am” He saluted as if she could see him, causing Y/N to lightly nudge his shoulder.

“Thank you again Jake” Charlie paused before continuing “Hey Y/N take me off speaker for a minute”

Y/N furrowed her brows, setting the bowl of cereal down, following the request. Standing from Jake’s lap, Y/N made her way into the hallway of Jake’s house “okay, you’re off speaker” she leaned against the wall.

“Did you talk to your dad like I asked?” a sigh came from Y/N and before she could respond, Charlie cut her off “I know you don’t like talking to him, but he’s still your father Y/N an-”

“Yes, I talked to him” Y/N cut Charlie off “I can talk to him if its needed, I’m not entirely an asshole” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself “He said that I can stay at the house he was assigned”

There was a pause on Charlie’s end “... Is he staying there with you?”

Shaking her head Y/N bit the inside of her cheek before speaking “No, he’s been staying somewhere else, but he said the house hasn’t been touched since he’s been here… I’ve gotta pick up the keys from him at some point today”

There was shuffling on Charlie’s end before she spoke “Well that’s good that you found somewhere to stay… You know I saw in a file from Admiral Simpon I was studying for a lesson that your Dad’s working at Top Gun now”

A scoff came from Y/N “Go figures-”

“Y/N.” Charlie started “you are 29, I don’t wanna scold you like a child for acting like this but I will if I have too… Like it or not you’re stationed in Miramar for the next two years and you are going to see your father at some point or another.” her voice commanded “I don’t need any complaints crossing my desk about insubordination for either of you or so help me I will come over there myself to set you both straight. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am” Y/N leaned her head back against the wall before a sigh could be heard from Charlie’s end and her voice softened.

“I know what he did was horrendous, and as your mother I am not saying you have to forgive him because that’s entirely your choice… but professionally and as your superior officer this grudge will get you killed… we both know it” Y/N nodded her head as if she could be seen “Your father’s not gonna do or say anything unless he has to… he knows not to overstep, but if he’s concerned it’s because he’s still your dad… just don’t fault him or go ballistic on him for it, to him you’re still his little girl” she paused before continuing “and I can’t imagine that after all these years he still stands by what he said”

Rubbing her temple Y/N nodded once more, just picturing her mothers concerned look as if she was standing right infront of her “Yeah I got it Mom, listen Jake and I have gotta get my stuff moved out of his place, I gotta go”

“Okay… I love you” Y/N could feel her mothers slight smile and softener gaze through the phone

“I love you too Mom” Y/N hummed before hanging up. Turning to the wall, Y/N banged her forehead against lightly muttering to herself “He couldn’t have been back in the desert” before making her way back into the kitchen to finish her by-now soggy cereal.

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