#after the stressful week i had with work and wedding planning i can't wait for tonight

[theone]

Everyone say thank you to my friend who did my hair and makeup for my bachelorette party!! 🤍🤍🤍

[that-sarcastic-writer]

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Russell Shaw X F!Doctor!Reader

Summary: when your sister's fiance goes missing, you call Colter for help, and he brings along his rugged, but handsome and charming older brother, Russell.

Warnings: mature content, eventual smut so minors dni (always), no use of y/n, this part only contains cursing. I've never written anything so tame (it's okay next part won't be)

WC: 3.6k

A/N: so I finished tracker, yay and Russell owns my thoughts rn so here we are. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this. I'm not great at writing series, but this idea called for development I can't do in a one-shot. I started this right after finishing tracker last week and I finally had time to proof read it. I also had a hard time with Russell's characterization, mans been in only one episode, so if i didnt portay him perfectly sorry i tried. Happy readings.

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You have encountered a lot of grief and sorrow in your life. Pain, you were familiar with it. And you could safely say that one of the worst was heartbreak. You were all too familiar with that one. And right now, your baby sister was experiencing it, too.

“Rosie?” You called into your apartment as you kicked your shoes off and tossed your keys like they had offended you. With a heavy sigh, tired from a long and stressful day at the hospital, you dragged your sore feet through your apartment. 

The living room was empty, TV off. The kitchen was dark with the lights off. You frowned, calling your sister’s name, louder again. Couple seconds went by. Silence. You padded down the hall to the guest room. You could hear faint indistinct sounds. The closer you got to the guest room the clearer the sound became. It sounded like crying.

“Rosalie?” Your voice grew louder with concern as you opened the door to the bedroom, and there you saw your sweet baby sister, sobbing into her pillow. Your heart immediately sank and you rushed to her side. “Oh honey, it’s okay.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into a hug. She held you tight as she cried. It broke your heart to see her like this.

“It’s not okay! He’s been gone for over a week!” She sobbed. You squeezed her shoulders as she sat up and sniffled. “Our wedding is in three months! Why hasn't he come back?”

You stared into her eyes, the same color as your own and you sighed, only being able to give her a look of sympathy in return. You didn’t want to tell her what you thought.

“I dunno.. I mean.. What if he just.. You know?” The look on your face said everything you couldn’t with words, and Rosie looked like she wanted to cry even more.

“He didn’t bail. He wouldn’t… I know him. He's missing, why won’t anyone believe me?” She raised her voice, almost choking on a sob, and you immediately felt so horrible for even suggesting such a thing. 

“No, hey, I’m sorry for saying that, I do believe you. Have you heard anything from the cops?” She shook her head and you sighed heavily. 

“I can’t keep waiting, what if he got hurt? What if someone hurt him? Please, I need to do something.” She begged you, eyes filled with tears, you had never seen your sister so sad, so hopeless. She was always the more bubbly, optimistic and lively out of the two of you. But ever since her fiance went missing, you didn’t see that spark anymore. It broke your heart.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I think I know someone who can help, alright? We’ll find him.” 

~~~~~~~

“Hey Doc, to what do I owe this call? It’s been like what, three years?” 

You sighed softly at the voice on the other line. You didn’t exactly want to resort to this, but you didn’t know what else to do, but you had the money, your sister didn’t exactly have a lot to spare with her wedding planning, and all.

“I need a favor, Colter. Well, not exactly a favor, I’ll pay but, I need help asap.” You rubbed the side of your throbbing temple, you heard him hum, telling you to go on. “My sister’s fiance went missing last week. They’re supposed to get married in three months, and the poor thing is a wreck.”

Colter sighed. “A runaway groom? You know what that sounds like, right?”

“Yes, I know. But I know this guy, he’s a decent guy, and I know he loves my sister, he wouldn’t just leave her like this.” You tried to explain, Colter sighed again. “Listen, the guy was in the Army, he’s a Navy SEAL now, went overseas a lot, and my sister told me he’s been acting weird since his last assignment. Just humor me, please? I can’t see her like this.”

Colter stayed silent for a long minute, you honestly thought he had hung up, but you ultimately heard him take a deep breath before responding. “Fine, send me his details, I should get there by morning if I head out now.” 

“Thank you.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Chaos, chaos and more chaos.

You just wanted five minutes to breathe. You sat down, for the first time in hours today and took in a deep breath. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rosie, almost zombie-like as she walked through the emergency department  You called out to her.

“Hey, did you get some sleep?” You asked her with worried eyes. She shrugged. “Listen, I called an old friend, he helps find people. Maybe he can find James, ‘cause the cops clearly aren’t going to.” You saw the smallest smile, and the smallest bit of hope light of her eyes.

“Really? What, is he like a PI or something?” She tilted her head at you, seemingly just as exhausted as you were.

“I mean..” You hesitated, unsure on how to explain Colter’s job to her. “I guess? He collects reward money. When someone goes missing and a reward is offered, he finds people for that reward.”

“But I didn’t offer any reward. I can’t even afford to buy a pair of shoes right now.. On my shitty nurse salary. I’ve already spent so much of my savings on planning the wedding. And these student loans are killing me. I can’t pay him.” She started to ramble in panic, motioning her hands around. You stood up and grabbed her hands.

“It’s fine. I got it covered. Take it as your early wedding gift?” You flashed her a toothy smile, hoping to humor her at least a little. She looked at you with apprehension. “Not a word, okay? I want him to come home to you, I don’t mind spending some money if it means you can be happy.”

She could have the happiness you never could.

Rosie’s eyes filled with tears and you thought she was going to burst into tears in the middle of the emergency department, but instead she hugged you, and she hugged you so fucking hard you thought she broke one of your ribs. You laughed softly and patted her head reassuringly. You were about to say something to her but you heard your name being called. You turned around and saw one of the rotation nurses.

“You have visitors at the front desk.” She told you. You scrunched up your face in confusion.

“Who? I wasn't expecting anyone.”

“Don’t know. The front desk just said two guys asked for you directly.”

Oh. Colter. But who was the other guy?

‘Alright, thanks.” You nodded at her. You then looked at Rosie with a warm reassuring smile and you held her hands in yours. “We’re gonna find James, I know it. I’ll let you know when my friend wants to meet with you, he normally likes to talk with the missing person’s closest relative. Try to focus on work alright?” 

You left her with that, hoping she would trust you. And you hoped you could trust Colter. With a heavy sigh you walked to the front desk of the emergency department. And there you saw Colter, hands in his pockets as he talked with another man you didn’t recognize. With a bit of skepticism, you approached both men, letting your presence be known with a clear of your throat. They both turned to look at you, Colter with a warm welcoming smile, but the other guy, who was arguably the hottest man you had ever seen in your life—not that it was relevant—looked at you like a deer in headlights, like starstruck.

“Hey Colter,” you gave him a cordial smile, then you looked at his slightly shorter companion, though both men were still a good head taller than you. “And Colter’s friend. Didn’t know you had a partner.”

“I don’t. This is—”

“Russell. Colter’s more handsome and charming older brother.” Russell interrupted, extending a hand to you. You looked at Colter, who looked less than impressed and you couldn’t help but snort a bit.

“I see the flirty nature is a family thing then?” You took Russell’s hand with a small laugh but you quickly swallowed when you felt the warmness of his large hand as it engulfed your smaller one. You weren’t really laughing then. You made eye contact with Russell, you had never seen a pair of prettier eyes, a breathtaking shade of green, and an intensity that was equally breathtaking. It didn’t help that he was smiling at you, too. 

You cleared your throat and took your hand back, choosing to look at Colter instead, “So uh, what’s the plan?”

“Right, well, first things first, I need more details about this James, think you could take an early lunch? I would also need to talk to your sister as soon as possible.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip, catching a glimpse of your watch before ultimately nodding, “Yeah, just give me an hour. We can meet at this cafe nearby, I’ll send you the address. You can meet with my sister after her shift. She’s been staying with me.”

They looked at each other for a second, shrugged then nodded at you. These two were definitely brothers. 

~~~~~~~~

You were frantic as you pulled into the cafe, running late after a code blue that took up almost the whole hour to get under control. You were sure that you looked like a mess, still in your scrubs, pieces of hair falling out of your bun as you entered the cafe. You were almost embarrassed that Russell was going to see you like this, you didn’t care too much about Colter, though. When you entered you saw them sitting at a booth, two cups of coffee sitting on the table but no food. You felt a bit bad. Colter noticed you and waved you over, making Russell turn his head to look at you. And somehow he didn’t seem to care about how wild you looked. 

“I’m so sorry. I had a code blue. I hope I didn’t waste your guy’s time.” You said almost frantic, barely able to catch your breath. You unconsciously sat next to Russell, who seemed quite happy about that.

“Nonsense. We were actually waiting for you to order, right Colt?” Russell reassured, and when you turned your head to look at him he was smiling at you, a toothy smile that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle a tiny bit, it was kind of cute, actually. 

“Yep. Russell insisted we waited. Even though we haven't eaten anything in over six hours.” Colter sighed sipping on his coffee. 

“Well at least one of you has manners.” You narrowed your eyes at Colter, and you heard Russell rumble a laugh.

“Y’know what? Let’s just focus on the case, okay?” You held back a laugh and simply nodded, trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of Russell beside you, a mixture of bourbon and sandalwood. 

Colter asked you a million questions, ones you had answers to, and others didn’t, which was probably best if he talked to your sister, too. Your food also arrived quickly, which you were thankful for since you hadn’t had anything other than the Keurig coffee from the doctors lounge. 

“So, you said James was in the army?” You nodded as you munched on a fry. “And is Navy SEAL now?” 

“Yeah, he went overseas every month or so. But after his last assignment a few weeks ago he told my sister about getting out.” You answered as you bit into your cheeseburger. You didn’t often like to indulge in greasy heavy foods, but you were beyond stressed from both work and your sister, so you needed some joy in your life.

“He wanted out? Why?” Russell asked beside you. You shrugged.

“I don’t know. One thing or another about being tired of being on the battlefield, wanting to be home more. Or that’s what Rosie told me.” You answered as you munched on your burger. You thought for a few seconds before speaking again. “But if you ask me, I think something went wrong in his last assignment. Rosie said he didn’t speak to her for a whole day after coming home, and that he was constantly on edge and irritable for weeks leading up to his disappearance.” 

“Maybe. Might be worth looking into.” Colter shrugged as he took a bit out of his sandwich. “You think we’d be able to look into his assignments overseas?” He asked Russell.

“Doubt it. If they’re classified, which most likely they are, they’d either have little to no paper trail, or they would be heavily secured.” Russell said with a mouthful of fries, which Colter clearly disapproved of. But Russell paid no mind to it, his attention was all on you.

“How do you know?” You asked Russell with genuine curiosity. He half grinned a bit.

“I used to be in the Army too. Spec ops. That's why Colter brought me along.” Russell explained, and you almost wanted to sigh out loud. “So I know damn well how secretive some of those overseas assignments can be. Most are black-ops and off the books. It’d be hard to find the files.” 

So much for tall, rugged and handsome. Guess you’re going to have to look from afar.

‘Well fuck. That sounds lovely.” You mumbled into your burger, annoyed and frustrated. Russell actually laughed this time.

“You know that burger isn’t gonna run away, right?” He chuckled at the way you were so aggressively stuffing your face. Colter narrowed his eyes at his older brother and kicked him under the table. “Okay, ow.” 

“Mind your business? Also, you have no room to talk dude.” You scoffed, eyeing his sriracha covered fries with disgust. “That’s actually fucking criminal.”

“Well, this one has a mouth on her. And here I was trying to be a gentleman.” He chuckled, playful grin on his face as he shoved a particularly heavily sriracha-covered fry in his mouth while you watched. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.” 

You stared at him with an indescribable feeling. You didn’t remember the last time a man had this much of an effect on you. Sure, in your mind it didn’t do him any favors that he used to be in the military, but you’d gladly break your own rule for just a little taste of him. He was a little rugged, sure, but he was undeniably handsome and carried himself with an alluring sense of self confidence. And the way he smiled at you, God, it made you feel like a schoolgirl, warm and tingly. You didn’t remember the last time a man looked at you like that, either.

“Can we focus here?” Colter, the ever present voice of reason. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who woulda thought, you look even more beautiful without the scrubs.” Those were the first words out of Russell’s mouth when you opened the door. You had told them to stop by in the evening after Rosie’s shift so they could talk to her. 

“Russell,” Colter sighed, looking at his brother with annoyance but Russell simply smiled, unapologetically proud of himself. They both looked at you, you were trying so hard not to smile right now. “Alright, is Rosie home?”

“Yeah, she’s in the living room. Come in.” You shook your head softly as you allowed both brothers into your apartment. 

You led them to the living room, you caught Russell looking around with curiosity. Maybe he was trying to figure you out, figure out how to get on your good side. But he otherwise didn’t say anything. 

“Rosie, the guys I told you about are here.” You called out to her and she immediately shot up to her feet and rushed to your side. You looked at her, poor thing looked like she had been crying again. “This is Colter, the tracker, and that’s his brother, Russell. They’re going to help us, okay? Colter just needs to ask you a few questions about James.”

Rosie was nodding profusely, “Anything, I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just help me find him? Please?” 

Colter led her to the couch, perhaps she’d feel safer if she was comfortable. You didn’t want to intrude, you probably weren’t needed right at this time, anyway.

“I’m going to get you guys something to drink.” You announced, wanting to give them some privacy. 

“I’ll help.” Russell piped up and you looked at him with curiosity, he simply smiled at you. You didn’t bother to question him.

You went into the kitchen, Russell was close behind you. You could feel his intense gaze burn into the back of your head as you rummaged through your fridge. You tried to ignore it.

“Beer?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at him. 

“Sure.” 

You grabbed three beers from the fridge and Rosie’s iced tea. You handed Russell his beer before moving around your kitchen to grab a glass cup from the cupboard. You poured the iced tea into the cup before turning around to find Russell still looking at you, with wonder, and maybe something else you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“So what’s your deal?” He asked you as he sipped his beer. You tilted your head at him and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, yeah you’re clearly a kick-ass doctor, and a caring sister but, what else is there? I don’t see any pets, surely no kids, no pictures on the walls, minimal decor, hopefully no boyfriend,” You laughed at the last part. “So, what are you about?”

“Right, well uh,” you chuckled softly, awkwardly sipping on your beer as you leaned on the counter. You shrugged. “I’m a doctor who works sixty-plus hours a week, I have zero social life, I’m not home nearly enough to have a pet. And I certainly have no time for the nonsense of men my age. But hey, if you want to know what I’m about, it’ll take more than just shitty beer and a kitchen conversation to figure me out.”

Russell smiled. Genuinely smiled. But it was a different kind of glint, like he was amused, impressed almost. He chuckled as he nodded, stepping to stand in front of you. You straightened up, looking up at him.

“Surely you’d have time to get a drink with me sometime then? I don’t know if I’m your age but I can assure you I’m not going to waste your time. Would love to try and figure you out while I’m here.” He bit his bottom lip, eyebrows raised and green eyes big with expectancy. 

Yes—said the warmth between your legs.

No—said your rational mind.

“Russell…” Your voice was a warning, apprehensive as you chewed on your bottom lip. “I don’t think I should be going on dates while my sister’s fiance is missing.” 

“It’s her fiance that’s missing, not yours.” He chuckled. You knew he didn’t mean to sound mean, or mocking but you scoffed softly, moving away from him. His words hit you in ways he could never know.

“I don't do… That. Y’know, dating? Or hookups. I don’t do romance, period.” You argued, hands on your hips. He tilted his head at you, eyebrows raised as he looked at you with that indescribably charming look of his. God, did he make it hard to say no.

“Don’t have to be anything. I’m not expecting anything. Just drinks, no strings attached, we’ll see where the night takes us, yeah?” He made a very compelling argument, and his unwavering confidence and charm was hard to resist.

Truly, you didn’t remember the last time you felt so tempted to go on a date with someone, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. From coworkers to patients have made advances you’ve always easily turned down. But Russell? You didn’t feel like you wanted to turn him down. You gave in so easily.

“Whadaya say?”

“Yeah, okay. Just drinks. We’ll see what happens. But don’t get any funny ideas, okay?” You warned him. He chuckled but ultimately raised his hands up in defense when you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I am a gentleman, sweetheart. I know how to behave in front of a pretty girl.”

Your concern was if you could behave in front of a hot guy. Especially when he was as hot as Russell.

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Daddy’s Boy- Part Ten

Warnings: mention of sex, cum, and impregnating, otherwise just lots of fluff!

two years later

It was finally here. The week of your wedding to the love of your life. You were officially going to be Timothee's wife and share the same last name as your son. This was a time that you thought only dreams were made of.

You had been showered with gifts and hugs and sweet wishes from family and friends. Your soon to be mother and sister-in-law threw your bridal shower. It was a beautiful day, though it was strange to have the party be all about you. You were used to spending your days working and hanging out with Theo and Timmy, which you loved, but it was special to be treated like such a princess by all the women in your life.

Your bachelorette party was another rarity for you: a night out on a party bus with all of your friends, drinking and dancing the night away like some college kids. It was a lot of fun, but you were even happier to see Timmy when he picked you up at a random bar at the end of it all, at nearly two in the morning. His parents had graciously agreed to keep Theo overnight so Timmy could collect you after the party bus. You ran to your fiancé and leaped into his arms, ready to go home and fall asleep under the covers with him.

That night, he helped you get out of your dress and into your cozy pajamas as well as taking your makeup off for you. You were too drunk and silly to do it yourself.

"Hold still, y/n, I can't get it all if you don't stay still." he'd say, wiping your eye with a cotton pad as you giggled.

When you finally go into bed, you snuggled up with the blankets, closed your eyes and felt his lips kiss your forehead.

"I'm glad you had a good time tonight, baby." Timmy cooed.

……

Your wedding itself was set to be big and beautiful, but still somewhat private, as private as the wedding of an A-List actor could be. There would one hundred guests, but your wedding party was small. The most important thing to you and Timmy was to have your family and closest friends there. It wasn't a social event for paparazzi to find or for other celebrities to show off their designer dresses and suits.

Theo was probably the most excited that his parents were going to be married. You were already a family, but the wedding was a time to celebrate it being official. And Theo figured this was the next step towards getting a new sibling. He wanted a little brother or sister to play with and look after so badly.

As the big day drew closer, you started to feel different. You were nauseous at times, and your breasts started to hurt. With all the planning and excitement of the wedding going on, you didn't pay much attention to how you were feeling. But you finally realized that you hadn't had a period in two or three months.

You didn't want to cause a fuss with Timmy and Theo, just in case you weren't actually pregnant. You didn't want them to get excited over nothing. You wanted to find out for yourself. Because maybe it was just a fluke, maybe your stress level had messed up your hormones instead of a pregnancy.

The boys were busy playing video games, so you ordered a few different pregnancy tests from CVS Pharmacy online and had them delivered to your door.

..........

That night after Theo had gone to bed, you told Timmy to come into the bedroom. You waited for him, and he had a silly grin on his face when he walked in.

"Baby, what's going on?" he smirked, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You were nervous, not because of his reaction, but because of the news being so close to the wedding. Everything was all mushed together and there was just such a feeling of unknown, which was scary.

"Come here, sit down." you said to him, gesturing toward the bed.

Timmy did as you told him to do, biting his lip as he sat down and said, "Is it sexy time, my love?" He put his arms out to you.

You let him softly grab you and pull you close. You petted his hair, smoothing it back as he gazed up at you lovingly. "Well, I wanted to give you something first." you said. You hoped that your nerves weren't causing you to shake or tremble to the point of him noticing. You really didn't want him to worry about you.

"Oh, you don't have to get me anything. You've given me everything I could have ever wanted. I love you so much, y/n.” he smiled wider, “I can’t wait for you to be wife." he replied, hugging you tighter.

"I got you something anyway." you backed away from his embrace, "Um, close your eyes and hold out your hands." You watched him as he followed your instructions. Though he had his eyes closed, he still kept a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Should I be scared?" he asked as you had walked away to pick up one of the pregnancy tests from the en-suite bathroom.

You giggled, "No, I don't think so." You walked back over to him, placing the stick onto his palms. "Okay, look now."

Timmy opened his eyes, squinted at the pregnancy test in his hands. You watched him as he read the small print on it, which read, “pregnant.”

He looked up at you, wide eyed. He took a deep breath and shuddered softly; you could see a glimpse of fear in his eyes. After the initial reaction, he stood and grabbed you, hugging you tightly. He whispered in your ear, "My love, we’re gonna have another baby. I'm so happy, I could just hold you forever."

You ran your hands up his back, squeezing him back affectionately. "Oh, please do. I love you, baby." you cooed. As you pulled away from the hug, you put your hands on his cheeks, "Are you okay? It's normal to be nervous." you said, looking in his eyes, trying to gauge his mental state.

Timmy let out a little sigh, nodding. But he looked down at your stomach, placing his hand on you there.

You felt an instant warmth from his touch, and somehow in that very moment, you knew that everything was going to be okay. It would be more than okay, it would be perfect, your own kind of perfect.

"Our second child, I can't believe it." he said lowly, rubbing his palm over your tummy. "Well," he looked at you with the smirk you knew all too well, "I can believe it, but still, this is such a crazy feeling, babe." He then pressed his forehead to yours.

You saw his bottom lip quiver ever so slightly, then a single tear fell from his eye. "Aw, my sweet boy." you wiped his tear, "Don't worry. You're an amazing father. This baby will love you and obsess over you just like Theo does." You kissed Timmy's cheek for reassurance.

"I know, I know we'll be fine. It's just," he looked down at the ground, "I feel like since I met Theo when he was three, that was kind of an easy age, you know? But a baby is totally different, like there's so many ways to screw it up."

You put your fingers under his chin, forcing him to look in your eyes. "Don't think like that. I don't believe that there is such a thing as an "easy age" when it comes to raising kids. It's all hard, and we will both screw up, but it will be worth it. You're going to be wonderful with this baby."

Timmy smiled softly, kissed you, then said, "That you babe, you always know how to make me feel better. Theo is gonna freak out! We have to go tell him." he grabbed your hand, trying to pull you out of the bedroom.

"No, no!" you squeezed his hand but kept your feet planted though he was pulling you. "He's in bed and it's still really early in the pregnancy. We have plenty of time to tell him." you insisted.

"Okay, you're right." he said, calming himself. "Should we wait until after the wedding to tell him?"

"Yeah, I think so. I love him, but I don't trust him to keep it to himself." you giggled.

"Yeah, he'll be too excited, he'd have to tell someone." he grinned, pulling you into him again. "Hmm, I wonder if it happened on Valentine's Day. We really went all out that night." He leaned in, nuzzling his nose onto yours.

You laughed, "That's definitely possible. But I mean, you don't like wearing condoms, so it really could have happened anytime."

Timmy hummed, put his head down into your chest. He started to kiss your neck. "You make a good point." He spoke in between kisses. "You like that I put another baby in you? You like that my cum is gonna make you so big and round and pretty."

He was practically purring as the words danced into your ears. You grew weak in his arms. "Yes, I'll have as many babies as you want, Timmy."

He suckled on your throat, stopping briefly to say, "Oh, don't worry, I plan on getting you pregnant again and again and again. The world will know how good I fuck you."

You felt his lips on your skin as they turned up into a grin. You giggled, putting your arms around your man. Your feet left the ground for a moment as Timmy picked you up and took you over to the bed.

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Based off this ask:

Yours / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader:

Summary: inspo above ^ You and Jimmy had met in highschool, been friends for many years and dated not long after. Everything was perfect and he'd proposed after three years together. Was being the key here, because you hadn't expected to be engaged for a year and planning your wedding, only to find out you were 16 weeks pregnant with Jimmy's baby and him being arrested not long after before you had a chance to tell him. And if that wasn't bad enough, he pushes you away whilst in prison.

Warnings: angst which turns into fluff, happy ending. Not much (swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breast feeding, and general stresses of being a single mother semi-alone.)

Aurthor's Note: I'm back my loves! God has it been long overdue and how I have missed writing! College had been extremely busy and took up so much of my time, writing essays 3-5 times a week with little free time genuinely took all the joy out of wanting to write in my free time (when normally I always look forward to it and can't wait for the weekend to come so I can write). Months of non-stop work and a lack of free time made things so hard and I didn't want to do anything really. But! Now that college is finished, I am hoping to now return :D Yay! How I have missed it and you guys. Thank you to those who have been paitient, I know it sucks. Thank you for requesting, I do apologise that this took so long but I hope you read it and enjoy it all the same! As always, thank you guys for reading! It means the world to me, and I hope you guys enjoy! I have some exciting writing coming up! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out.

Plus note- I had started this earlier but I become quite unwell :( so it took me longer to get this done than before.

Word count: 2.7k

You had always thought your life was relatively normal. You had a lovely home, friends, a family, a fiance, etc... Nothing out of the ordinary, the same as most had. That was until your whole world got wiped out from under you, twofold. They always told you marriage was the hard part, that that would be where you had to put work in, but they failed to mention what could happen before that. The part no one had seen coming. That day in the courthouse, when Jimmy had reassured you all would be well and he wouldn't be gone long, he hadn't counted for the hard part either.

10 years.

10 fucking years he had been sentenced to. 10 years you would have to be without him and raising your baby alone. Not only would you lose him but your child would too, without ever even knowing him.

Even with him leaving for that long, you wouldn't move on or be with another. Jimmy was and is your everything, your soulmate and the one you were meant to be with. Granted, when you'd talked about and planned your future together over the years, you'd envisioned it side by side in your loving home. Not with him spending the next decade in prison, away from you and your baby.

When you'd heard those words come out of the judge's mouth and witnessed as the blood drained from Jimmy's face, the once smug and confident look wiping off his face instantly, you broke. If you hadn't already been sitting, you'd have collapsed under the shock and destruction that took over you like a boulder. Jimmy screamed your name as he'd been dragged away kicking and yelling, the tears pouring down your face as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. You couldn't, no matter how hard you'd tried, you were having a panic attack in the courthouse.

Jimmy's father had led you into the cool fresh air and held your hair back as you'd heaved and vomited all over the floor. He'd rubbed your back and said soothing, comforting, kind words to try and calm you down. Jimmy had driven you there, so you drove his car back. You all went to Jimmy's father's house to discuss what to do. You devised a plan on how everything would work and how best to support Jimmy through it. You had all cried together, huddled in a pile of supportive comfort to one another. It had helped you all to calm down enough but it didn't lessen or take away the raging knot of sorrow in your chest. The tight pressure that has refused to leave you, even to this day.

You had all agreed to take turns visiting Jimmy and provide him with anything he needed to make the difficult transition easier. But, to your absolute horror, Jimmy refused any of you to see him whilst in prison. You hadn't spoken to him, only heard the words from his father. He only spoke to his father on the phone. He allowed his father to visit him once in the beginning, in which he'd written you a letter for his father to give you.

The letter had been simple, straightforward and had left no room for argument. He had simply stated that he didn't want to keep you waiting so he was letting you go, that putting you through ten years of waiting was cruel and that he would always love you.

He'd left you. After everything, he had left you before you could tell him you were pregnant with his child.

You'd wanted to tell him so badly, but he wouldn't allow you to. You refused to have his father tell the father of your child and fiance that he was having a baby with the woman he was trying to push away. So, you'd tried to write him letters. Five in fact. Telling him about the baby and the fact that you wouldn't let him do this but he wouldn't accept them. He either kept them unopened or threw them away. You'd asked his father but he said he hadn't opened them and wouldn't.

You had told his father and stepmother the news, wanting to share it with someone and they had been so happy for you. They begged to tell him but understood that when you refused, it was something you wanted to share with him. So, you'd kept writing him letters with details about your pregnancy, provided pictures of your sonograms, and chatted about baby names. Hoping that one day he would open them and contact you on the number you provided.

But the call never came.

Your due date approached and arrived, and you gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy. He was a mirror of Jimmy, a spit of his father in every way. He was beautiful. Jimmy's parents had been there to support you every step of the way, and you'd stayed with them for the first three months after you'd given birth. You had struggled desperately on your own and hadn't coped with the loneliness, so they had offered you to stay with them for as long as you needed. And honestly, they had loved it anyway.

Being a single mother over the coming months alone had been an adjustment period and a difficult one at that. You hadn't thought months and months ago when you'd found out you were pregnant, that you would have been doing it by yourself. You had always envisioned that when the time came, you would be doing it together. With Jimmy, your beloved, by your side. And yet here you were with a toddler, raising him by yourself.

You'd been angry in the beginning with Jimmy, wishing he hadn't been so stupid but it quickly had turned into anguish and sadness. Night after night as your baby slept beside you, you'd wonder how he was doing in prison. Wondering how he was managing, hoping he wasn't hurt or being hurt by others. You knew Jimmy was more than capable and could take care of himself, but that didn't mean that you didn't still worry for his safety and wellbeing.

You looked down at your son and wondered how different things would have been had Jimmy been by your side raising your son together. How sad you felt for the small things Jimmy had already missed. Your pregnancy and the bonding, the birth of his son and being by your side to support you inside of his parents, the first night home, the first feed, the first bath, etc... All the little things that bonded you to your baby and the precious memories those hold.

Throughout the months you had shown your baby boy pictures of his father and chatted to him about stories of Jimmy, even though you knew he didn't fully comprehend or understand what you were saying, you still felt it was important. You repeated 'da da' to the photos of Jimmy, trying to help your son associate his father with the photo, so he would know who he was. Eventually, he started babbling 'da da' at the photo on his own as the months went on. It made you smile bittersweetly that he seemed to recognise him in some ways at least.

A few weeks after your son had turned eleven months, you found out from Jimmy's father that he would be released from prison due to a secret deal he'd made with investigators for information about a serial killer's victims, in which the serial killer was in the prison with Jimmy. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Not only did you still not come to the acceptance that Jimmy would be gone for ten years, but you now had to accept and wrap your head around that he would be released a week from now. Just before your son turned 1 year old.

You had instantly burst into tears. Tears of confusion, relief, happiness, and worry. Jimmy had rejected you in more ways than one. He rejected you as his partner and took the option of choice away from you, as a way of trying to protect you but in doing so had hurt you more. He rejected the promise he had made to you, in which you would be together until you both died. He rejected your son, without even knowing him or the fact he was doing it because he refused to even give you the respect of speaking to you. And he rejected you and your feelings. He pushed you and your baby away.

You had asked his father to pick Jimmy up on the day of his release, for both obvious and selfish reasons, and asked that he prepare Jimmy for things to be different when he arrives home. But not to mention your son, you would do that. You had also asked his father to tell Jimmy that you were still at your home and wanted to talk when he arrived. He said he would get Jimmy to text you from his phone when they were close, so to give you enough time to prepare for his arrival.

You prepared some tea for yourself to calm down, fed your son and changed him, cleaned a little and waited anxiously for the text. You had stared furiously at your phone for that text. You'd distracted yourself by telling your adorable son that his father was coming home, hoping your baby would calm you down enough. You wondered if he would recognise him when he came through the door. And, how Jimmy would react when he sees the mini version of him.

Twenty minutes later, Jimmy and his father are outside your home, slowly making their way inside. You had chosen to stand in the hall, facing the door with your son in your arms, waiting patiently but anxiously for them to walk through the door. You had let them know to knock and then walk inside on their own accord.

The door opened slowly, so agonisingly slow and quietly, that you could hear and feel your heartbeat around you. Your breathing laboured in anxiety and stress. But the second you laid eyes on Jimmy, it felt like your world was complete. The man you love was standing in front of you in the open doorway once more with a look of utter shock on his face. He was looking at you and it felt like time stopped for a moment. You both stared wide-eyed at one another, not uttering a word.

That was until your son squealed in annoyance that no one was paying attention to him. He fussed to be put down, putting up a fight against you, so you put him down to do as he pleased. What you didn't expect though, was for your son to crawl over to Jimmy babbling 'dadada' over and over, until he was at Jimmy's feet. He squealed in happiness as he raised his arms and did grabby hands towards Jimmy, indicating he wanted to be picked up.

Jimmy looked at you as if asking for permission. You nodded and watched as Jimmy picked him up. Your son squealed whilst continuing to babble about 'dadada' as he grabbed Jimmy's face. You finally decide to speak, to break the awkward silence from everyone. "Jimmy, meet your son Tyler. Tyler sweetie, meet your daddy." You sweetly cooed the end to your son, introducing the two. Jimmy looked at your son in awe as he gently ran a finger down his cute chubby cheek.

"Baby? How? I have so many questions." Jimmy questions in both shock and awe, smiling when Tyler babbles nonsense at him and happily waves his arms about. You smiled at the scene in front of you and nodded, "I showed him pictures of you and said 'da da' at it. To help him recognise you. Granted I didn't know you would be released so soon and didn't expect him to pick it up so soon. But I'm glad he seems to recognise you. Shall we sit so I can explain?"

You invite them both in, watching with amusement and melting inside as Jimmy carefully watches his every step, looking downward as he moves into the living room with you. James stepped back, "I'll leave you pair to talk, I'll come by later sweetheart." You nodded appreciatively and hugged him before joining Jimmy.

You sit down with Jimmy on the couch, sitting Tyler on your lap as you face Jimmy. It was dinner time, so you pulled out your breast to feed Tyler. "Oh shit! I'll look away..." Jimmy coughed and turned away quickly as you situated Tyler comfortably to eat. You giggled to yourself, "C'mon Jim. It's nothing you haven't seen before. Besides, technically we didn't break up, so..." You cleared your throat uncomfortably, and Jimmy turned to look at you with a confused expression.

You decided to just get on with explaining, to make things more clearer for him. "I was already pregnant before you got arrested but I only found out a week before. I had missed my period and decided to just take a test to be sure and found out. I was going to tell you but then everything turned into chaos and you shut me out. I wrote you letters, so many letters Jim, explaining that we were expecting and for you to please call me or let me visit, but you never replied..." You took a deep breath, looking away for a moment.

"But I never stopped writing them. I put important stuff in there FIY, if you want to be caught up properly." You looked down and stroked your son's cheek as you spoke the next part, it hurt too much to say whilst looking at Jimmy. "I wanted to be there for you, you know? To support you through it and introduce you to our child but you refused to even speak to me. Like, what the fuck Jim? A letter?! I had no choice but to tell you about my pregnancy through letters because you gave me no other choice but you wouldn't even give me the decency of trying to break up with me in person?" You tried to stay calm to not disturb Tyler but you were hurt and raised your voice slightly.

You lifted your head to look at Jimmy when you heard him groan, "Shit, I'm so fucking sorry y/n. I fucked everything so badly with you and our child." Jimmy placed his head in his hands, "Wait, you said 'trying to break up'?" He lifted his head in question with tears in his eyes, pulling at your heartstrings. You nodded, "I did." He looked at you with such lost confusion that you rolled your eyes, "What? You thought I was going to let you break up with me from prison through a letter? Absolutely not."

"So... We are still technically together then?" He questions with a hopeful look, his eyes wide. You smile, "technically yes, but we aren't just going to go back to normal. If you still want this, us, then you'll have to make it up to me for your stupidity." Jimmy nods happily with a smile before looking down at your son. "I'll make it up to you, both of you. I promise."

Jimmy already looked besotted with Tyler, "he's a spit of you, isn't he?" You question with a smile. Jimmy nods, "a proper mini-me." He whispers as he places his finger between Tyler's, and grins proudly when Tyler grips them back. You smile down at the pair, feeling overwhelmed and happy.

Twenty minutes later, Tyler is fed and down for a nap in your arms happily. Jimmy is sitting beside you on the couch reading each of the letters you sent him from the beginng, saying he didn't want to waste any time and be caught up with everything he missed so he could adjust to being home and a father. You nodded and just simply watched, answering any questions he had or commenting on certain parts for further clarity. All while you had your head on his shoulder.

After much inner turmoil and encouragement from you, Jimmy placed his arm around your shoulder and hugged you and your son whilst reading. Eventually, his parents came by to see you all, to which you were all overcome with emotions and cried together whilst laughing at how ridiculous you all looked. Jimmy refused to move from either of your or Tyler's sides the whole time. And for the first time in almost a year, you finally felt content and not alone.

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You are starting to stress over Bradley's upcoming deployment, but he's the one you can always count on to make you feel better. After you fulfill three wishes for him, your only wish is for him to return in time for the wedding.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley wasn't sure how you managed to pull off half of the shit that you did. He knew you were busy at work. He knew you were busy with the secret wedding plans. He knew you were trying to spend as much time with him as you could before he deployed again. But you still managed to put together a Halloween party that everyone was excited about. 

"Can't wait for tomorrow night!" Fanboy said, slapping Bradley on the back in the locker room. "I can't wait to show off my secret costume."

"You wear the same costume every year, man," Payback replied. "Darth Vader. Every single year."

Fanboy glared at him. "Yeah, because I spent a lot of money to have it specially made. If you try to wear that shitty looking impostor Vader costume again this year, I'll be so pissed at you."

Payback just rolled his eyes and headed for the showers. 

Bradley had already agreed to wear a couples costume with you. He'd agreed to it last year as well. He had worn tights for you after dating for less than a month. But every time he thought about dressing up as the Peter Pan to your Tinker Bell, he smiled. 

"Pussy whipped," he muttered to himself as he claimed a shower as well. He still loved it when you put on that tiny green dress for him. And you kept telling him that this year's costume came complete with three wishes that you would grant for him. So he wasn't about to complain about having to wear his dress whites around the house all evening. 

When Bradley got home, you were in the kitchen, already making food for the following night's party. "Hi, Roo," you called, running to wrap your arms around him. He was leaving for South Korea with Jake in five days, and he could tell you were getting anxious. He hated putting you through this over and over again, but he loved how you were holding onto him at every opportunity now.

"You need help with anything?" he asked. You looked up at him warily, probably scared to have him help too much in the kitchen. 

"Um, how about you fold laundry and clean the bathrooms for tomorrow night?"

"You know, it kind of hurts that you hardly ever let me help you in the kitchen," he whined, kissing the top of your head.

"But you're so good at cleaning, Roo," you told him as he walked down the hallway.

When he reemerged from his chores, you had made two delicious looking sandwiches, and you were drinking a beer while you decorated a cake. 

"Jesus, how do you manage to do all this?" he asked as you took a small bite out of one of the sandwiches. You looked at him like you were suddenly going to cry. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head and closed your eyes. 

"Did I do something?" he asked softly as you took a step away from him.

You shook your head again, swiping away some tears from your eyes. 

"You're scaring me. What's wrong?"

When you tried to suck in a deep breath, you hiccupped and started crying instead. The way your face looked like you were in agony was killing him when you finally said, "I don't want you to go. I'm so scared." You paused to hiccup again, and Bradley felt his heart clench inside him. "You haven't been deployed since July. Since your accident." The last three words were spoken so quietly, you barely even said them out loud. 

He moved closer to you, and then you were immediately in his arms. But Bradley knew there was no way to really comfort you. This was something he thought about all the time, too. "It's just two weeks, tops. You know I'm always going to fight to get back to you if I need to. Every single time. You know that, Sweetheart."

"I know," you wailed against his chest. "But I'm still scared." 

Bradley guided you to the living room couch and let you sit in his lap and cry until your tears started to ease up. He ran his hand in small, soothing circles along your thigh and held back his own tears. 

You wiped your face on his shirt and looked up at him, running your hand along his scarred left arm. "I should be used to this by now."

He shook his head and kissed your nose. "I don't think this is the kind of thing anyone ever gets used to," he whispered as you sniffled at him. "I certainly am not. All I wanted was to have you in my life. To have you waiting for me when I come home. But it fucking destroys me to leave you here by yourself."

"Just don't leave me forever."

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Crying so hard and so suddenly had given you a headache. You didn't have a chance to try on your Halloween costume. You barely managed to eat your sandwich, and Bradley had to help you finish getting the party food ready. 

By nine o'clock, you were ready to give up for the night. You let him cover the cake you had made, and he offered to clean up the kitchen while you got ready for bed. 

It felt like you couldn't get your pulse under control. Your heart was racing. It was getting worse with each day as you got closer to his departure. You really just wanted to enjoy this Halloween party. All of your friends were coming, and Bradley had agreed to wear a matching costume again. Your head was just swirling. If you still felt this way tomorrow, you were going to have to cancel on everyone. 

Suddenly Bradley was in the bedroom doorway, holding Tramp and smiling. 

"What?" you asked, still swiping at your eyes behind your glasses as you sat up more in bed. 

"If I tell you, then you have to promise to stop crying," he said, still smiling as he made his way to the bed. 

You took a few deep breaths, finally feeling the ache in your chest loosen a bit. "Okay, I'm done crying," you promised in the steadiest voice you could manage. 

Bradley set Tramp down at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled up toward you, his expression changing to gleeful as he got closer. 

"What?" you asked, a laugh escaping as you felt yourself smile. "What is it?"

He crawled on top of you, playfully kissing your neck and face, nearly knocking your glasses onto the floor before you managed to toss them onto the night stand. 

"Bradley!" you giggled as he kissed your ear, his own deep laughter filling you up. His weight on you felt soothing as your legs tangled with his. "Tell me!"

But he just kept on kissing your lips so softly as you let your fingers thread through his hair. With a huge smile on his face, he let his forehead rest softly against yours. 

"What is it?" you asked, nipping at his lips.

"Baby Girl. We're getting married in thirty days." He pulled his face away a few inches, and he looked happier than a kid on Christmas morning. "Sweetheart! It's just one month away!"

You started laughing and threw your arms around his neck. "A month!"

"Mmhmm," he hummed against your neck. "One month. I get to be your husband in one month. How did I get this lucky?"

You took his face in both of your hands and kissed him hard. "I love you, Bradley."

Somehow, that declaration of thirty days was all it took to make you feel better. And after a few minutes of cuddling, you were sound asleep, draped halfway across his body. 

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"Are you almost dressed?" Bradley asked. You had shut yourself in the bathroom, which you never really did when you were getting ready. You always left the door open so he could check on you, or just look at you, or sneak up behind you and make you late for things.

"Um... almost!" you called. Everyone would start arriving shortly, and he was dying to have a few minutes with you in your costume. Alone. He hadn't even seen it on you yet. 

He adjusted his tie and looked over at Tramp who appeared to be dressed as some sort of fairy. But you had told Bradley it was part of the costume theme and divulged no further information. 

"Sweetheart, it's almost party time!" he called again, just as you opened the bathroom door. "Oh, shit."

You smiled and twirled for him. You were wearing a light blue slip dress that ended above your knees as well as a costume wig with a tiara. You even had some sort of glass slippers on your feet.

Bradley's mouth was hanging open as he shook his head. "You look hot."

You looked down at yourself and then back up at him. "I feel kind of silly. But you look delicious, Roo. Or should I say Prince Charming?" 

The skirt part of your dress was kind of gauzy and sheer, and the top was kind of tight, and that made him feel a little silly. "Do you have any idea what you are capable of?" he rasped, reaching for you.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tucking yourself into his arms.

"You could destroy me with one look, Baby Girl."

You smirked and rubbed yourself against him. "My name is Cinderella."

Bradley groaned so loudly, you started laughing again. 

"And my fairy godmother said I can grant you three wishes tonight," you added, biting your glossy lip. Tramp perked up and shook his fairy wings as if on cue. 

Bradley raised his eyebrows at you. "Anything I want?"

You nodded, still chewing on your lip. 

He pushed you back against the dresser and started bunching up your dress just as the doorbell rang. "Fuck!"

You ran out of the room, your laughter trailing behind you as he followed. When you had nearly reached the front door, Bradley scooped you up from behind. "This is going to be fun," he whispered in your ear. "Okay, my first wish: I want you to flash me your tits when nobody is looking."

You squealed with delight as he set you down. "You're naughty, Roo."

"I thought I was Prince Charming."

You put your hand on the doorknob and whispered, "Wish number one, coming right up." Then you opened the door and let Cam and Maria inside.

"You look ridiculous," you told them as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum entered the house. Cam pressed a six pack of beer into Bradley's hands and Maria kissed his cheek, and then they both made their way into the kitchen. 

Before you could even close the door, Fanboy Vader entered followed by Bob who was dressed as Where's Waldo. "Cute!" you said, making a fuss over both of them. Bradley watched Bob pointedly not look at your body while Fanboy pointedly looked at your body and then gave Bradley a fistbump. 

"Phoenix!" you squealed, tossing your arms around Bradley's best friend who was dressed as Wednesday Addams, complete with braided pigtails. 

"Cinderella, I dig it," Nat said with a laugh before looking at Bradley. "But that is the furthest thing I have ever seen from Prince Charming. Eww, wait... is this some sort of twisted roleplay fantasy?! You guys need to do this shit on your own time." But she was still smiling at Bradley as she made her way over to pet Tramp. 

You closed the door only to open it again as Mav and Penny entered dressed as Sonny and Cher. Within a minute, Mav had Bradley cornered. 

"I'm fully ordained," Maverick said, holding out his hand for Bradley to shake it, but Bradley wrapped his arms around him in a hug instead. 

"Thanks again, Mav. Almost everything is ready. Just need to submit our permits, and we are good to go. And don't you dare tell Penny or Amelia." 

Mav grinned and mimed zipping his lips before getting a beer.

"Oh my goodness, you look sexy!" Bradley froze. That was clearly your voice. You shouldn't be saying that to anyone except him. He peered through the house to the front door and caught sight of you running your fingers along Payback's Halloween costume, if you could even call it that. 

He was dressed as a firefighter. A firefighter stripper. Just yellow pants with red and yellow suspenders.

"Yeah, well, this was the only costume left in my size," he was saying to you, grinning as you snapped the suspenders against him. 

"Looking hot, Payback." 

When you caught Bradley's eye, you winked.

He headed over and wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, "Stop flirting with Payback and give me my first wish."

"Now is not the appropriate time, Prince Charming," you squealed, wriggling out of his grasp as Jake arrived. 

"A Ken doll? Again?" Bradley asked as Jake descended upon you with a huge bouquet of orange flowers and kissed you on the cheek. Bradley knew better than to be jealous, but you were barely wearing any clothing, and the guys were all over you. 

"You look like you could be my Barbie," Jake told you with a wink, you responded by seductively untying his ascot before flicking his ear. 

"Your wife is mean," Jake said, rubbing his ear. The word wife made Bradley smile every time. And as he looked at you over Jake's shoulder you bit your lip and looked around. Everyone else had abandoned the living room, stairs and entryway for the kitchen. 

Bradley licked his lips and grinned, knowing you were about to go for it. He watched you yank down the top of your dress, and your tits bounced free for him. He could tell your nipples were hard from across the room, and he watched you struggle to get yourself covered up again. A look of slight panic crossed your features, but Bradley was having fun watching you grabbing at your own breasts. 

Until he noticed Jake was about to turn around to see what he was looking at. "Hey! Did you mention anything to Fanboy about keeping an eye on her while we're gone?" Bradley asked, regaining Jake's attention while you finally got yourself covered. 

Bradley and Jake both turned to watch you stroll into the kitchen like you hadn't a care in the world. "Yeah. Fanboy said he'd stop over if she needs anything. Of course Bob, Payback and Coyote all said the same thing too. She's going to be just fine."

Bradley frowned. "Where is Coyote?"

"Oh, he's in the kitchen," you called over your shoulder. "I didn't see him come in?"

When Bradley made his way into the kitchen, Coyote was looking at you with his hands on his hips. "I'm dressed as James Bond. I'm a spy. I crept in the back door when nobody was looking." 

You were smiling as he looked annoyed that nobody seemed to appreciate how he was fully in character.

"Do you want a martini?" you asked, straightening his bowtie. Then he smiled down at you.

"No, I don't want you to go to any trouble. I'll just grab a beer," Coyote told you, flashing a huge smile. 

Bradley watched with mild interest as you chatted with Coyote and Fanboy for a little bit. Your costume was extremely distracting, so he couldn't really blame the guys for sneaking some glances at your chest. At least they had the decency to look a little embarrassed anytime they caught Bradley's eye. And he was happy to see that Maria had managed to garner all of Payback's attention, what with his perfect abs fully exposed to everyone at large. 

When you went to grab some more of your orange sangria from the refrigerator, Bradley let you pour a glass and take a sip before he took it from you and finished it. "Hey!" you complained, but he just set the glass aside. 

Everyone was pretty distracted, dancing to your Halloween playlist and eating and drinking. Bradley ran his knuckles down along the soft skin between your breasts, and you instantly whimpered for him.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, already getting hard, right in the middle of his kitchen. "Prince Charming wants to get his dick wet."

Your lips parted as his fingers trailed up to your neck and wrapped around your necklace chain, and your eyes went wide. "Is that your second wish?"

"No, that's a fucking order." 

Your moan was so loud, Bradley pressed his lips to yours to keep you quiet. When he released you, he murmured, "Meet me in the laundry room in ten minutes to fulfill my second wish."

You just nodded dumbly, and after a few minutes, Bradley watched you sneak down the hallway. 

He needed to time it just right so it didn't look too suspicious. He was so worked up. Usually he could last as long as you needed him to, always wanting to get you there before himself. But he was pretty sure he could get away with a quickie. No way he'd last long with you dressed like that and moaning. 

When he ducked inside the laundry room, you were there with the light on, immediately reaching for the front of his uniform pants. 

"That's a good girl," he crooned, watching you unzip and pull him free. "That's my sweet Princess."

You licked your lips and met his eyes. "How do you want it, your highness?" Your voice was soft and needy, and he was throbbing in your hand.

He kissed you gently one time before taking you by the hips and bending you over the washing machine. "I want to fuck you hard and fast and fill you with my cum," he grunted, yanking up the sheer material of your dress and running his hands along your ass. You weren't wearing any underwear, and he could see how wet you were. 

"Oh!" you moaned as he pushed himself deep inside your pussy without warning. 

"All the guys want to flirt with you? And look at you? That's fine," he said, squeezing your hips as you grasped the washing machine while he rocked into you. "I know you're mine. But you're gonna keep my cum in this little pussy all night. I wanna smell it on you later. Want them to smell it too."

He fucked you hard, nealy knocking over the jug of detergent as he railed you. Each of his thrusts was punctuated with a grunt from the back of your throat, and you were getting louder and louder.

"Don't get too loud. I didn't lock the door," Bradley growled, switching to shorter, harder thrusts that just left you moaning his name. "Fine, be loud. I don't fucking care if someone catches us."

That had you turning to look up over your shoulder at him, mouth hanging open, brows pinched. "Roo," you groaned, and he squeezed both of your ass cheeks as he came hard, clenching his jaw and keeping his eyes on yours.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek before withdrawing and watching his cum leak out of your pussy and down your thighs. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, kneeling down and kissing the backs of your legs before he pulled your dress down slowly over the masterpiece he had painted. 

"Bradley," you whispered, just staring up at him as he stood and running your fingers along his sensitive length. 

"Get back out there, Cinderella. Go chat with the guys all you want," he said, landing a soft smack to your rear end as you left the room. 

Bradley took a moment to tuck himself back into his dress whites, noting the streak of your wetness next to his zipper. He smiled as he buttoned his pants, already thinking about his third wish.

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You could feel Bradley's cum as it seeped out of you with every movement. Your legs and dress were soaked from him, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on for the rest of the night. 

He came from fucking you inside the laundry room, but you did not. And that was just fine with you. Getting his dick wet was one of his three wishes, and you were more than happy to give that to him. 

But now you were worked up. Everytime Bradley looked at you, every time your costume brushed against your nipples, you wanted to take him to bed. And you almost felt like everyone you talked to knew what you and Bradley had done. Which just made you even needier for him. 

You also couldn't wait to hear what his third wish was.

You were sitting on the piano bench with Cam and sharing a plate of snacks, looking around the room at everyone. Suddenly part of you realized that the way you and Bradley had planned your wedding was quite risky. There was the chance that some of these people wouldn't show up on your big day, because they wouldn't know that it was actually your wedding day. That thought made you sad. 

You had known Cam longer than anybody else here. He'd lived across the hallway from you in the Naval Academy dormitories. You became friends instantly. Well, after you recovered from your devastating crush on him. And right now he was rambling on about how you should be recruiting him for your lab, which was currently getting way more grant money than the one he was working in.

"Hey, Cam?" you asked, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Give me your phone. I need your calendar. I need you to make sure you're free the day after Thanksgiving."

He handed you his phone. "I'm flying back from Pittsburgh that morning. Why?"

"You'll be back in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, land around noon. Why?"

You entered a bogus event into his calendar and handed the phone back to him. "Don't make plans. I need you that day." You kissed his cheek and knocked his glasses crooked in the process.

He just shrugged and agreed with you. "Sure." Then he started rambling on again. 

When you went into the kitchen to refill your drink, you got cornered by Coyote and Fanboy. "You want some sangria?" you asked them both.

"Nah, just wanted to remind you that we're around 24/7 if you need anything while Rooster and Hangman are away," Fanboy told you with so much sincerity, it made your heart ache for this group of aviators that you called your friends.

"Seriously," Coyote added, "Like if something breaks, or something makes you uncomfortable, just call us, okay? And you can always eat lunch with us, too."

You nodded and smiled. "Got it. Thanks, guys."

You had similar conversations with Nat, Bob and Payback before the end of the night, and by the time Maverick told you to let him know if you needed anything, you threw your arms around him. "I'll let you know, Mav. Thank you. I appreciate your concern, and I know Bradley does, too."

Soon you were a little tipsy and dancing with Payback the stipper firefighter while Bradley played Monster Mash on the piano. And that led to everyone dancing around your dining room table. And then that led to everyone eating cake, including fairy godmother Tramp who devoured an entire slice that Bob dropped before anyone could pick it up. 

It was so late by the time everyone was leaving, you had lost your glass slippers somewhere, and the house was a mess. But everyone left with a smile on their face, and you'd honestly had the best time. And more importantly, Bradley looked like he'd had fun. 

"Tomorrow is actually Halloween," he remarked, closing the door behind Nat as she waved goodbye. "Is it sad that I'm really excited to give out candy to the kids?"

"No," you said, wrapping him up in a hug. "I'm excited, too. It's our first Halloween in the house."

"You're not wearing this to give out candy, are you?" he asked, eying your cleavage with some concern. 

You started laughing, gently removing your tiara and wig which had been itching you all night. "No! You and I are dressing as baseball players tomorrow."

He swallowed hard, running his fingers along your lower back. "But you're keeping this, right?"

"Mmhmm, I'm keeping it, Roo."

"Good," he said, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "And now I'm ready for my third wish."

You smirked up at him as he set you down on your feet next to the bed. "What'll it be, Prince Charming?"

But he just looked at your face, leaning down to kiss you one time. You felt his fingers trail up along both of your arms, but you couldn't look away from his intense brown eyes. He had one large hand at the back of your neck while he stroked your lips softly with his other thumb. 

His words were soft and sincere. "Baby Girl. I wish you would stay with me forever." Then he kissed you with such love and care, you never wanted to leave his embrace.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and whispered next to his ear, "Wish granted."

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Get ready for another deployment up next... Anyone have guesses about the wedding?

PART 15

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Wedding Season- Chapter 2

James swung the front door open and called out. "Hello!"

Euphemia, his mum, came running from the kitchen. "Jamie, darling. It's so good to see you, it's been too long."

"Mum, it's literally only been a week. I also spoke to you on the phone on Wednesday." He laughed.

"Oh well that's far too long." Euphemia grabbed at his face and brought his forehead down to rest against hers momentarily before pulling back and kissing his cheek. James pretended to ignore the way that she had to go on her tip-toes to reach him, deciding to save the 'you'll always be my baby' lecture until it actually mattered. "Where are Sirius and Remus, I thought that they were coming with you?" She asked, turning towards the kitchen whilst wiping her hands on an apron James recognised from his childhood.

"They couldn't make it. They have some wedding stuff they desperately wanted to get done tonight. Booking vendors or cake tasting or flowers or something like that. Honestly, I can't remember." James had begun to tune Sirius out whenever he spoke about the wedding. It was a never ending rant about carnations and vanilla sponge, burlap or silk, fairy lights or lamps, martinis or an old fashioned and quite frankly, James could not listen to one more second. Besides, Sirius had a way of making every decision seem like a life or death situation. As a result, James would often than not end up getting yelled at when he chose the 'wrong' shade of white for the chairs. He loved Sirius more than anything, but in order to stay friends with him, James had made the executive decision to step back from all wedding decisions. Besides, Remus and the wedding planner told him everything he needed to know as part of being the best man. So he really wasn't missing much. It's not that he didn't expect Sirius to go full on bridezilla, because he did. It's just that he didn't quite realise how many little decisions went into planning a wedding. Since 'helping' Sirius and Remus, James has decided that when he gets married, it'll be a small affair. Probably in his parent's garden, with food that he and his mum cooked, flowers picked from his own garden and outfits that they'd both wear for anniversary dates time and time again. He wanted to be able to remember the love, not the little stressors that -at the time- would seem to derail the entire day.

"Oh, I remember those days. So exciting, but unbelievably stressful, be sure to send them my love. And I'll send you home with some bits and bobs to give them." By 'bits and bobs' James knew he'd be leaving with at least a months worth of food. He'd be playing tetris with his freezer tonight, he would never dare complain though, his mum's food was the best he'd ever tasted. Besides, he would never pass up the opportunity to not have to cook after a long day at work. Sirius and Remus would be endlessly grateful as well.

"I will do. Sirius is desperate to see you, so I'm sure he'll be here next week." James let his mum know.

"Oh well you know he doesn't have to wait till a Sunday to come see me. Even if he just wanted to pop in for lunch, I'd love to have him."

"I know, and he does as well. I think it's just slipped his mind because of how busy he is. I'll remind him though." Sirius had a habit of this, withdrawing whenever life got busy. He'd prioritise his work and keeping the house clean, often forgetting that he could also make time to decompress and see the people he loved. Luckily it only took James or Remus forcing him to leave his office for him to get back into a normal routine in which he wasn't being stretched unbelievably thin or being wound incredibly tight. James could never quite tell if it was some form of trauma response, or whether it was just the way that Sirius was wired. Either way, he's gotten better compared to when they were at school. During A-levels, James doesn't think Sirius left their dorm for anything other than food for at least 2 weeks. Despite the fact that at least 50% of the time, if someone checked on him, he wasn't actually doing any revision. James didn't really understand it. He pulled out his phone and added 'call Moony/ drag Pads out the house' onto his ever growing to do list.

"What can I help with?" James asked, rolling his sleeves up while walking over to the sink to start washing his hands.

"Oh, there's nothing really." His mum responded whilst opening the 5th can of what looked like crushed tomatoes. James looked around and spotted 3 pack of unopened whole chickens, a pile of uncut vegetables and several pots on the hob that were dangerously close to boiling over.

"Mum, stop lying. How about I break down the chicken?" He knew his mum didn't really like cutting the chicken. As she grew older, it just got harder and harder for her to break the bones and separate the breast from the thighs. He grabbed a knife and a chopping board from their respective drawers before she could even answer.

"Oh well, if you don't mind." His mum shrugged before turning round to face him and quickly rattling off a series of instructions. "Make sure you get as much meat of the bones as possible, I won't stand to see it wasted. But keep the bones in the thighs, you know it's your father's favourite bit. Oh, and don't throw away the wish bone. We can break it after dinner. Then I need the breast diced and adding to the pot at the back. The dark meat is going in a new pot. Everything else can get turned into stock. Oh, and be careful! Don't cut yourself!"

James huffed out a laugh, "I'm 26, I think I'll be fine."

"Oh, you never know. They're pesky little things, let me know if you need any help." James turned around to face the chopping board before rolling his eyes. Yes, he was 26, a full grown adult who was no longer living with his parents, but he would not be caught rolling his eyes at his mother. It was a death sentence.

"Will do. Anyways, how've you been?" James asked, unwrapping the first chicken.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old." His mum always said this right before delving into some local drama that was in fact not 'same old, same old'. "Your dad has been driving me mad asking what shade of red roses I want in the garden. And I just quite frankly, do not care. They will look lovely no matter what. Oh, but did I tell you about what happened with the Wilson's?" Here we go.

"No, I don't think you did. Are they the ones with the ginger cat?" James swears that cat should've died years ago. He remembers it from when he was a child. Remembers the way it would try and bite at his ankles any time he walked past.

"Yes, wretched thing. Anyways, apparently Richard tried to murder Margaret last week."

"What?!" James exclaimed, turning around to face his mum. She didn't move.

"Yeah, Judith got a call from him on, when was it, Tuesday I think. Or maybe Wednesday. And she came round and told me straight away. Apparently, Richard had gotten himself in a panic over the online banking as Margaret doesn't know any of the passwords and he tried to smother her with a pillow. The police came round and had to take both mine and your father's statements, even though your dad knew nothing of what was going on. They took him straight to a special care home and are talking about court dates. Bless them though, you never would have guessed it would you."

"No, I suppose not. He always seemed pretty decent. Always gave me the football back after I kicked it in their garden."

"Exactly, and that's what I said to the police. Never would think of him to even hurt a fly. I mean the amount of eggs I have borrowed from him, you'd think he'd want me dead. But no, he always said yes as long as I brought him round a slice of cake I baked, and you know I always did." James let his mother's voice carry him into a slower motion, letting his shoulders drop and jaw relax more than it had in the past week. Something about the smell of his parent's fabric softener and the spices slowly cooking drifted him into a dream like state. One where his own bones grew warm and his skin infinitely softer. He wished he could bottle this feeling and get drunk on it every night.

"James!" His mother yelled, smashing his peace into a thousand splintering pieces.

"What? What's happened?" He span around, eyes trailing over everything trying desperately to spot the danger.

"Nothing." He let out a sigh. "I was asking how you're week had been?"

"Oh, yeah it's been fine. Busy though. I've been working with this little girl, about 7, helping her walk again. She's making really good progress, but she's absolutely terrified. She had this pin through her foot diagonally, and her mum says she accidentally put her foot down quite a bit when she still had it in. Didn't hurt her much, but must've been a weird, uncomfortable sensation. I mean I got the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. But yeah, it's been really nice seeing her get excited about walking again. Beats having to convince all the 17 year old lads that they won't actually be 'just fine' if they play for their club on Saturday." It's not like he had favourites, but it was easy to say that those who would greet him with a hug and tell him all about their teddies made his day just that bit brighter. James truly loved his job, he had to. If he didn't love it, he wouldn't be able to do it. He never intended to be a paediatric physiotherapist, he always wanted to go into rugby professionally. Ironically, it was Lily who was able to talk him into reconsidering his options, albeit not in the most conventional ways. She had said that he was 'too clever to let his brain get all mangled up, and that he was too much of a good person to let himself pick such a selfish career path filled with egotistical twats'. After a while, he did realise that he wanted to have a secure career and feel like he was making a difference in the world. He couldn't give up sport entirely though. So, during the week, he works for the NHS and in the evenings and at select weekends, he's the physio for the local rugby club. Seeing some of the injuries those players got helped him gain confidence in his decision very quickly.

"That's lovely, darling. Horrible thing for such a young child to go through, but I'm happy she's got the best helping her." His mum winked at him as she said that.

"I mean, it's not as bad as it sounds. She had corrective surgery, but it's meant that she hasn't been able to walk in around 9 months. So I reckon it'll take a while, but she's sweet and her parents are lovely, so I'm happy to spend as long as it takes helping."

"I'm sure that you are, love. You have always been so keen to help others. It is one of your better qualities." His mum grinned at him, suppressing a laugh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, adding the chicken to each respective pot.

"We both remember how many phone calls I used to get from Minnie?" His mum says Minnie as, to James and Sirius's horror, she'd ended up becoming quite good friends with McGonagall. In fact, they try to meet up every month for tea and a catch up since they've all finished school.

"That's so not fair. I'm an adult now. I've grown up." James drew out the last syllable, quickly defeating his own argument by sounding like a whiny toddler.

"Yes, yes, of course you have, babu." His mum smiled at him again as she continued to tend to the food cooking. "Did you get the invite for Priya's wedding?" Priya was James's cousin on his mum's side. He actually quite liked her when they were growing up. She was only a year older than him so they formed a little alliance along with his other cousins of a similar age.

"Yeah, yeah I did. I think I got it a couple months ago." James had added it to the shrine of wedding invites adorning his fridge. "Yeah, it's at the end of August right?"

"The 31st, yes. Remember, a lot of family that we haven't seen in ages is flying over, so you better be on your best behaviour." His mum fixed him with a firm stare.

"Again, I am 26." He knew this would have little to no effect on his mum's conviction that somehow he'd become the family laughing stock in one singular evening.

"Okay. Still, make sure that you are letting everyone see how happy and successful you are. You know that I only want you to be happy, but my sisters aren't as forward thinking as me so be sure to mention that you are top of your field."

"Well that's a lie." James replied outright, furrowing his brows in confusion whilst laughing to himself. He'd only been in the field for 3 years, so he wasn't sure what his mum was on about.

"You've got the best reviews in your hospital." His mum replied matter-of-factly, as if they were at all comparable.

"Okay, yes, sure. I'll be sure to tell them about my career so that you can have bragging rights." He chuckled as he said this.

"James! Take this seriously!" His mum started waving the spoon she had in her hand in his direction. James was forced to take a step back to save his freshly ironed shirt from being stained.

"Yes, James, take it seriously!" His father added, walking into the kitchen while shaking his finger in a comedic manner. "You know how important it is for your mother to brag to others about our family. You can't let her down by underselling your achievements." His dad had a cheeky smile dancing across his lips showing that he didn't take it seriously either, but Fleamont Potter would never be caught, even in death, not having his wife's back.

"Oh, if you can, be sure to mention that Remus has just opened his own business and that Sirius wrote and directed the christmas nativity!"

"Will do." James and his dad reply in unison.

"Oh, and James? Are you bringing a date?" silver eyes flashed through James's mind, "I only ask because everyone has been asking me if you've met anyone!"

"I wasn't planning on it." James shrugged, trying his best to act nonchalant.

"You might want to rethink that kid. You know how your mother's family can be once they sense a bit of drama." James shuddered a little at the thought of answering a hundred questions about his love life after he'd drank a couple glasses of wine.

"Oh, come off it. My family is not like that. They all just care about James's happiness, that's all. Don't make it out to be something cruel." His mum sniped back. His dad only looked at James again, a long pointed look.

"I'll think about it." James said. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a date, if only for a couple weddings.

"Oh! Does that mean you already have someone in mind?" His mum swung her head round so she could look at James. Walking forward to grip his forearms.

"Mum!" He exclaimed, "I just said that I would think about it!" The feeling of fluffy black hair beneath his fingertips shot down his spine.

"Oh! You're blushing! There is someone!" His mum was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"Mum…" James groaned, hanging his head.

"Euphie, leave him alone. If the boy says there's no one, there's no one. We have to believe what he tells us, otherwise we'll go insane." His dad placed a hand on his mum's shoulder and steered her away from James.

"Thanks. I guess?" James smiled at his dad. His dad simply grinned and winked right back. Great, so his dad did not believe what he was saying either, and his mum was clearly already planning his wedding.

Brilliant.

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The Great Omegateez AU part 2: Yunho x Mingi

light TW for this part for unlanned pregnancy and some miscommunication angst

About a month before Hongjoong's due date, Mingi and Yunho decide to go on a private vacation. Hongjoong is determined to take a proper paternity leave after he has the baby (even if he wasnt, Seonghwa would probably force him to take a break for at least a couple of weeks), so Mingi will be on his own to put the final touches on a handful of songs they've been working on for a new idol group. They dont want to risk being gone when the baby arrives, and Yunho wants to make sure Mingi gets a proper rest before taking on such a large taskload, so roughly a month out they pack up and fly off for a tropical holiday back in the Maldives where they'd had their wedding.

It's just as gorgeous as they remember, and without the stress of a wedding they're able to enjoy it fully with no worries on their mind. Even one of Mingi's sporadic mini-heats doesn't detract from their relaxation. They'd honestly planned to spend at least one day doing nothing but fucking and sleeping so the timing is actually perfect, and Yunho is all too happy to bend his mate over the bed and fuck him until he's limp with contentment. That evening as the setting sun beams golden light into their room, Yunho looks down at his husband and feels his heart flip in his chest. His husband nestled into his arms, one of Mingi's legs slung over his hips and Yunhos knot still buried inside, mating bit freshly renewed. Mingi's even purring as he dozes, something he only does at his absolute most relaxed. Yunho doesn't think life could get any better.

The rest of their vacation is perfect, lots of sun and sea and a fair bit of sex, and part of Yunho doesn't want to leave, but he knows a different kind of adventure is waiting at home with the impending arrival of their new pack member.

Now, two weeks after returning home, that perfect peaceful state seems like a lifetime ago when he finds Mingi in the bathroom one morning, hands braced against the counter, staring down at a bit of plastic and reeking of distress.

"Princess? Whats wrong?"

Mingi doesnt answer other than to pull Yunho closer and wrap himself in his strong arms.

"I keep dreaming about baby ducks, which is stupid and shouldn't mean anything, but with Hongjoong and Wooyoung talking baby stuff all the time, I just couldn't shake the feeling that I had to check." Mingi mutters finally.

Yunho leans over a bit to look down at the piece of plastic. A pregnancy test. A positive one. Immediately Yunho's stomach twists with a rush of conflicting emotions. Does he want kids? Yes, absolutely. But does he want them now? Truthfully, he's been ready for years, even before they got married. As long as he was with Mingi anytime was fine. But is Mingi ready? Yunho knows Mingi has a complicated relationship with his secondgender. It had taken him a long time to get to a place where he felt like he was in control of his body, not his omega instincts, and that battle had played a large part in his worsening anxiety when they were younger. He's been on the strongest suppressants he can get for years. Yunho doesn't remember that last time he had a regular full heat instead of the sporadic day-long micro-heats he has once or twice a year. On top of that he's been on birth control for practically forever. If Mingi had wanted to get pregnant he would have needed to stop those medications, and Yunho knows that he hasn't. This...this clearly wasn't Mingis choice, and that's the part that upsets Yunho. But he can't deny that he wants a baby with Mingi. If he's already pregnant they might as well.... no. He feels a little sick at the train of thought. It's Mingi's body, Mingi needs to make whatever decision is best for his own health without Yunho pressuring him.

When Yunho asks what he wants to do Mingi shrugs. It's a big shock, and there's a lot to think about. Yunho promises that whatever Mingi decides, he'll support, and he spends the rest of his morning making sure his husband is settled and doesn't start to spiral into a panic.

They don't really talk about it after that. Yunho throws himself into his pro-gaming to keep his mind busy while Mingi buries himself in new projects in the studio. Yunho spends more time focusing on keeping his scent in check than he has since their idol days, trying hard not to blast the apartment with the scent of excitement. He can smell the way Mingi's emotions are running wild since the test and he doesn't want to pressure him, even indirectly, and he's doing his best to be a strong grounding presence through his husband's turmoil.

This turns out to be the wrong move.

Another week goes by before things come to a head. Mingi comes home just a few hours after leaving for the studio in a whirlwind of slammed doors and stomping feet. It's completely unlike him and Yunho pulls his headphones off in alarm. The smell of absolute anguish wafts through the air, brackish and sour on the back of Yunho's tongue. He hears the shower sputter to life and tries the bathroom door, but it's locked. Whatever happened is hitting Mingi hard. There's nothing to do but wait, and Yunho paces the hallway anxiously. Finally the shower cuts off. Between the sounds of Mingi shuffling around and drying off Yunho can hear choked-off sobs and quiet sniffles, and his heart breaks. The lock clicks and the door opens and Mingi jumps a little, not expecting his husband to be right there in the doorway. Yunho gives him the puppydog eyes reserved only for him, and Mingi melts into his arms with a fresh wave of tears.

"Mingi, baby, whats wrong?" Yunho rubs a hand soothingly down his back. "Whats got you so rattled, princess?"

Mingi mumbles something into his neck that he can't make out, and Yunho hums questioningly, nuzzling the side of his mate's head.

"Why don't you want to have a baby with me?" Mingi repeats.

Oh.

Oh god.

The heartache he felt hearing Mingi cry is nothing compared to the pain Yunho feels as it sinks in just how badly he's fucked this up.

"I do. God, I promise I do Mingi. You have no idea how much I want kids with you."

"Then why aren't you happy? Ever since that test you've barely touched me, you hide your scent from me, and when you don't you smell so upset it makes me sick." Mingi shudders in between his crying. "It's like you don't even want me anymore."

That has Yunho breaking into tears right along with his mate.

"Oh, Mingi. My precious Mingi. I've always wanted you. I've always wanted kids with you. Nothing could make me stop wanting you. I've been ready for years but I wanted it to be your decision. I know how important it is for you to be in control of your body and I didn't want you to feel like you had to go through with it just to make me happy. I want this baby so fucking bad it hurts." He squeezes Mingi tight, trying to squeeze every last doubt from his body.

"Really?"

"I promise. The ONLY thing I would change right now, is I would want us to be having a baby on purpose, because you wanted it, not as a birth control fluke. Having a family with you is all I've wanted since the day we met."

A tearful giggle shakes Mingi's shoulders.

"Since the day we met, huh? You had a crush on me in high school? What a loser."

"Yeah," Yunho laughs wetly, "I had a big fat loser crush on you. Doodled our names together in my notebook and everything. And now we're married so HA! I win."

They take a few moments to gather themselves before Yunho pulls Mingi back to their bedroom for a nap, insisting that they needed to restart the day after a short rest. They have longer conversation while they doze, and Mingi admits the last straw was him getting into a fight with Hongjoong at the studio. He's been feeling unsettled in his body since finding out he's pregnant, and that plus the stress of their communication mishap had left him in a sour mood, which clashed badly with Hongjoong's bad mood as he became increasingly uncomfortable being so close to his due date. It's entirely understandable, but Mingi still feels bad, and he'll be sure to make up with his friend soon enough. Right now though, he's wrapped in his husband's strong arms and surrounded by Yunho's scent, almost too sweet now that he's stopped hiding how happy he is about the baby, and Mingi has to admit that a short nap and restart to the day sounds like the best idea he's heard in a while.

An hour or so later Yunho wakes to the feeling of Mingi nuzzling against his mating bite and placing wet kisses all down his throat.

"Mmm, somebody's frisky. Feel beter?"

Mingi hums in agreement.

"I have a plan."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"You're gonna fuck me right here, right now, and we're going to pretend this was on purpose."

Yunho is suddenly much more awake and he rolls them over to prop himself up over his husband. Mingi's already pantsless and half hard and he wraps his long legs around his husband's waist. "Come on, Yuyu. Lets make a baby."

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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

It had been a few weeks since that fateful night.

You'd been granted that time on leave once Internal Affairs got involved. They wanted you to mourn, to recover. It was obvious you were struggling, and you needed rest.

But you refused. 

You were strong.

You were absolutely fine.

The mask stayed on, constantly now. Even in meetings, training, walking to and from your car. It kept you hidden, kept you safe. The only place you didn't wear it was at home, where you spent your time staring blankly, barely sleeping, screaming yourself awake in the middle of the night.

You'd suffered nightmares since joining the force, but even before the 'accident', they'd been getting progressively worse. You and Graves always blamed it on wedding planning stress; as you could have imagined, planning a wedding with a job like yours was nearly impossible at times. 

But he was always there to hold your hand through it.

Now, the nightmares were worse than they'd ever been. Showing you that moment over, and over, and over.

Your world was crumbling around you, and Graves didn't have a clue what the fuck to do. He begged you to take time off, get help, but you didn't want to hear it. The more he opened his mouth, the more you fought, the more you blamed him.

Internal Affairs, as expected, had shoved the whole thing under the rug, telling the families it was all just an accident. Accidents happen in this line of work after all, people die.

No.

Big.

Deal.

Everyone wanted to move on, so much so, no one outside of the unit was to tell anyone else about it. But not you, how could you possibly move on? 

Echo 6 was your team, your family, your responsibility. Stevens was an older brother to you, he was your John in the US. Emily was the sister you never had. Javier Trace...the annoying little brother everyone wished they didn't have, but the love you felt for them was beyond any other. And Orlando - the cocky, ego-fuelled, arsehole friend that you can't help but cherish.

They were yours, and now they were gone.

"You shouldn't be here, sweetie." Laswell spoke as she sat down next to you.

You'd been hiding away in the back of the conference room after training, praying that no one bothered you.

"It's my job, ma."

She sighed, frustrated, but chose against arguing with you. "Where's Graves?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

"You do care, he's your fiancé."

You turned to her this time, eyes glassy, "Yeah, and he's hiding something from me. Coming home late, leaving early, meetings with Shepherd at all hours. He either knows more than he's letting on about what happened or he's shagging someone else."

You said the latter with a bitter laugh.

He wouldn't cheat, would he?

Not when you've both been through so much. Not when you're getting married in less than a year. Not when you're the most vulnerable you'd ever been in your life. Not when you needed him more than anything right now.

Surely?

No, not your Phillip.

"(Y/N), you know that's not true. You two love each other every much."

"I know."

"Things will get better, okay? I promise. But..."

"But what? Laswell what's wrong?" 

She took your hand, pulling you close so she could whisper, "They're gonna send you out on a covert op, alone. If you're here...I can't stop it. I want you to go home. Say you're not well, say you need to leave- hell, just go without a word. Please."

"If that's the job, then I'll go."

"Honey, please-"

"Kate." you stopped her, "This is my job. If I'm needed I'll go. I can't spend another night alone waiting up for Phillip to not turn up. I need the distraction."

"I'm worried about you."

Yeah, isn't everyone.

You shrugged, not wanting to get into it anymore. You'd had enough of people hounding you with questions, forcing you to talk about things.

"You know it's only because I care, right?" she spoke, taking your hands in hers once more.

You felt bad, then, not wanting the woman you saw as a second mother to hurt, "I know, mama. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie."

Neither of you could say any more, as Shepherd, Graves, some Shadows, and other members of the CIA and Special Ops came flooding into the room, each taking a seat at the table as the monitors were set up.

Graves nodded to Laswell as she gestured for him to take her seat next to you, while she moved to the free one beside Shepherd.

He looked to you, frowning when he saw the mask adorning your face, but you barely spared him a sideways glance.

Truth was, neither of you had uttered a word since your fight the night before.

It was gone midnight, and yet you were still up, waiting for your dickhead of a fiancé to come home, for the fourth night in a row.

"And what the fuck was it this time?" you spoke as he trudged through the door, hearing the small thud of him dropping his gear down by the stairs.

"Don't start, baby." he sighed, moving into the living room.

You stood by the sofa, arms folded across your chest, foot tapping impatiently as you tried to hold in the tears of frustration.

"Why shouldn't I? Huh? You've completely abandoned me since everyone was cleared by IA, I fucking need you, Phillip."

"And I need you to stop being so damned depressed! Your nightmares are getting so out of hand and you refuse to get any help! What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to be there for me! In sickness and in health, remember? Words we're going to be vowing to in no time at all."

"Don't you think I know that? I gave you the fuckin' ring."

"Clearly it's such a fucking inconvenience for you, have it back." you yelled, trying to pull the ring from your finger in a flurry of tears.

Graves looked at you as you struggled, your words pulling tight on his heart, "What? Don't you fuckin' dare take that off."

"Why not?" you laughed, "It couldn't be more obvious that you don't want me."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me. I'm so sick of being treated-"

"I do wanna marry you! It's been all I've wanted since the day I met you! Do you have any idea how much stress I'm under right now? No- 'course you don't, cause you won't fuckin' talk to me."

"How can I? You're never here! So much for me being the most important thing to you."

"Don't throw that in my face, (Y/N)."

The fight went on and on, the same words being yelled over and over. Circle after circle, until you were so exhausted from crying, you couldn't keep yourself upright, or even awake. You ended up sleeping on the sofa, bundled in a blanket that John had sent you in his last care package.

The two of you then got ready, and drove to work together in silence, both of you too stubborn to apologise or even acknowledge the fight at all.

And now, he sat beside you, an awkward silence looming in the air.

You didn't want to be the first to say anything - why should you? He's the one that fucked up. He's the one that keeps coming home late, he's the one that's never-

"I'm sorry."

Your body stiffened at the sound of the words coming from him, so timid and quiet in your ear.

Graves' gaze saddened as he observed your lack of reaction, and so scooted his chair closer to you, picking your hands from your lap to rest in his.

"Baby, please...I'm so sorry."

His begging got your attention, and slowly, your rolled your head on your neck to face him, eyes boring into his. 

He looked like he got just as much sleep as you did, which was sweet fuck all.

"You've got a face like a smacked arse." you mumbled, but he chuckled, lacing your fingers with his.

"I'm not even gonna pretend to know what that shit means." He laughed, "I'm sorry, darlin'."

"Me too."

Nothing more could be said, as Shepherd cleared his throat, and the meeting began. 

Graves lifted your hands, placing a soft kiss to your ringed finger, before bringing them to rest on his lap as his thumb rubbed soft circles.

You couldn't help but let a small smile grace your lips, the motion bringing comfort to you, making you feel like maybe things were okay.

That feeling didn't last for long.

As Laswell had warned, yet more intel had been fed through the pipeline of more AQ safehouses, and of course, Shepherd thought you were perfect for it.

Unfortunately, he was right.

Despite your growing hatred for him, and his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude towards you, he never doubted your skill. He knew you were a valuable soldier, and he knew you'd get the job done. You were the expert of stealth, after all. You were Reaper, bringer of death to those deserving. 

He continued to explain the mission - yet more recon, but now they knew for sure that there could be enemies in this one, and you were headed back to those mountains.

This location was only 20 clicks from where it happened.

You were going back.

"Do you accept this mission, Lieutenant Price?" Shepherd's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, y-yes, affirmative, General."

"Then it's settled. RV at point alpha for departure at 1800 hours. Dismissed."

You began to get up with the others, knowing you needed to prepare to leave, until the grip on your hand got tighter, and you were forced back into your seat.

"Point alpha, sir?" Graves questioned, "Shadow dep is at point delta."

"Yes, Graves. If you were paying attention, you'd know that the services of Shadow Company are not required for this operation."

Graves' jaw tightened - ain't no way you were being sent out without him looking over you.

"I don't think I understand, sir." he pressed.

"Well, then let me spell it out for you, Commander," Shepherd said, placing his hands on the table as he leant forward, "You...are...staying...put. Reaper is more than capable of handling this mission without you in her ear, and quite frankly, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be on any of her future missions. You're a distraction."

"Excuse me?"

"Do not question me. There's a reason that internal relationships are discouraged, this is why. Do not take my leniency up to now for granted."

Graves stood up, ears tinted red from anger, chest puffing as he prepared his argument. That was until you followed suit, placing a firm hand on his chest.

"Take me home, please?" you said, voice quiet and sweet.

His breathing was laboured, but your touch was enough to clear the red haze and calm him, and with a curt nod, he led you from the conference room with a hand placed at the base of your spine. 

You didn't miss the scowl he sent to Shepherd as you passed by.

What the fuck was going on?

[absentia-if]

hi hi i just wanted to come here and say that i'm extremely excited for this IF!! i was hooked from the very first time i saw the intro post and it quickly became one of my most anticipated reads. can't wait till it comes out <3

any fun facts you'd like to share about the ROs? :D

Thank you so much!!! I’m so honored to hear that 💞.

Kade/Kara:

Had been in a relationship with you since high school (the later years) but, before that, they were in a relationship with M. (A little bit more context on M’s quote in the pinned post.)

When they were first told that you were missing, and probably dead, they didn’t want to believe it. They were an absolute wreck for two months (refusing to leave the house, crying, etc). They had to be stopped from looking for you in the woods multiple times.

Has a major fear of rollercoasters because of the heights but absolutely loves going rock climbing…

Still wears their wedding ring around their neck, right next to yours as that was one of the only things they found of yours, and refuses to take it off. No matter what.

On your anniversary they visit your grave and watch your wedding video on their phone… reminiscing about happier times when they still had you by their side.

Michael/Margot:

Is a doctor within Aurora and they absolutely love their job. They work with children and have the gentlest touch (one that the MC isn’t really expecting because of how they are with you).

Goes on a run with their dog every single morning (when their schedule allows it) to allow her to stretch her legs. It’s one of the highlights of their day.

Sings along to old show tunes that play on the radio as they’re headed to work every morning. Tapping along with the beat as a bright smile pulls on their lips.

Has a semi-distant relationship with their parents/family for a variety of reasons but they’re not one to share all that much about it.

Their favorite snack is popcorn and they commonly eat it instead of having a nutritious meal (which they’re well aware is bad for them).

Blaine/Blaire:

Is a Pre-K Teacher within Aurora and has an absolute blast creating lesson plans for their students. They have a lot of the art their students have made for them framed in their house.

Is a frequent diner at the local diner within Aurora; always ordering the same thing (a cheeseburger and fries with a strawberry shake). It’s something they always used to do with you.

Used to visit your grave every Sunday in order to pay respects and tell you about their week and what they were excited for in the upcoming one— even though all they really wanted was for you to be there with them.

Loves the taste of cinnamon and gets really excited when their mother makes them cinnamon pie (a childhood favorite).

Still keeps a picture of you on their desk (both at work and at home) because they never want to forget what you look like. And it makes them think that they’re not truly alone.

Wren/Wynn:

Has a personal connection with this case which is part of the reason they want it to finally be solved.

Has an unhealthy addiction to trashy romance books that they’ll commonly read within their hotel room whenever they’re bored or the case gets too stressful.

Is an absolute terrible cook but they’re an amazing baker (scones that you’ll never be able to believe).

Is a highly decorated agent within the FBI and a highly decorated soldier from the Marines. They take honor and duty to a whole other level.

Has a cat back in DC that they absolutely adore more than anything. It’s an old little man that they’ve named Fiji (as they named him after the only bottle of water they had on them when rescuing him).

Nicholas/Natalie:

Is a complete recluse but they’re always kind to people whenever they get lost near their house. Helping them back to Aurora with Beau happily trotting by their side.

Lives out on the lake with their next neighbor over two miles away; it’s something that made them choose their house to begin with. As they didn’t want to deal with the hustle and bustle of living in town.

Is very active; taking Beau running, biking, hiking, kayaking, etc. Whatever N does you bet your ass that Beau is going to be loyally by their side for it all.

Loves to go bird watching whenever the season comes around and they also love laying out on their back deck and watching the stars; having memorized the constellations long ago.

Is very goofy whenever they get comfortable around people and is a fairly genuine person with the few people that they trust. It’s just hard for them to get there.

[spencestyles]

Instagram Girl (pt 2)

summary: you meet spencer’s team after finding out they’ve seen your instagram

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: none

words: 1k+

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y/u/n

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you can't tell but our shoes are matching

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drreid: I told you to caption it "Matchy, matchy" but whatever, we're still cute.

penelope_meow: THIS IS SO CUTE I SHIP

y/u/n: @penelope _meow you must be one of Spencer's work friends, the technical analyst

"Spencer did your work friends find out about us?" you asked.

“They did, I guess our technical analyst-“

“Penelope,” you cut him off.

"Yes, Penelope, she saw that I commented on your picture, which I almost never do, and she looked at the post and then stalked your account," Spencer explained.

"Can I meet them now?" you asked, knowing yes would be your answer. Spencer never said no to you.

"There is a dinner at Rossi's tonight," Spencer said. "I was going to ditch it, but if you want to meet the team I can tell Dave we're coming."

"Yes we are going," you said. "I need to shower, I'll be out in like ten minutes."

In the BAU groupchat

y/n and I are coming to dinner tonight

Penelope: OMG FINALLY

Dave: Good! I made extra pasta!

Jennifer: I can't wait to meet her!

You walked out of the shower and saw Spencer smiling at his phone, "What are you smiling at?"

"My friends are excited to meet you," Spencer said.

"I'm feeling anxious," you said honestly. "What should I wear?"

"Wear that new black dress you got," Spencer said.

"Are you sure you want me to wear that?" You asked honestly. "I mean it is pretty scandalous for me to just be meeting your team."

"Derek has been making fun of me for being a virgin for years" Spencer explained. "I want them to know I have a sexy girlfriend that I sleep with nightly." You laughed and walked into your shared bedroom and changed. You walked out ready to leave.

"Spence, we should leave now," you said.

"Wow," Spencer began. "Maybe, you should change."

"Spencer Walter, I am not changing" you said. "I knew this was going to happen, I am not changing. Don't make a fool out of yourself. We are leaving." You were freaking out. You had never met Spencer's team and you knew they were going to be critical. They were his best friends.

You stepped out of Spencer car and looked at David's house, well mansion, "Wow."

"Just wait until you see whats on the inside," Spencer laughed. You walked up to the front of the house shaking. You were so nervous and Spencer also made you late. Spencer knocked on the door and you heard the noise from inside the house stop and people walking to the door. The door opened and six familiar people stood smiling at the door.

"Hello," Spencer said. "Team this is my girlfriend, y/n this is my team."

"Hi," you said softly as David took you inside.

"Can you guys not be so awkward, try not to scare her off. Jesus Christ," Spencer whisper-yelled at the team.

"Sorry Pretty Boy, but we are just excited to see Spencer's hot new girlfriend," Derek said.

"Don't call my girlfriend hot," Spencer said. "I know she is." Smirking, Spencer walked away to his girlfriend who was talking to Aaron and David.

"So y/n, Spencer told us you are a teacher," Aaron said.

"Yeah I'm an English teacher, I have a Phd in Literature," you responded.

"Spencer never told us you had a Phd," David said.

"I don't talk to many people about it, especially since I'm a high school English 9 teacher," you said quietly.

"Well, y/n, I have a seven year old, and he is not the best reader," Aaron began. "Maybe you could help him out."

"I would love to, but don't be too worried if he's not a strong reader, all kids read at different paces," you said feeling Spencer's arm around your waist. "Not everyone is Spencer Reid. I couldn't even read properly until I was nine, all the words were jumbled because I was so stressed about reading properly."

"Well lets eat," David said. "The pasta is going to get cold." You all walked over to the table sitting down. You sat between David and Spencer.

"So y/n," JJ began passing around a salad bowl. "How did you and Spencer meet?"

"Well we were guest lecturing at the same class," The team looked at you strangely. "Because of my background in literature, I helped sex crimes with a case that had to do with poetry." They nodded in understanding. "So we were lecturing and after the class we were talking because Spencer made this super silly joke about Romeo and Juliet, which thinking about it was a very strange dark humor. But I found it funny so I asked him to coffee and basically we talked about books and why a high school English teacher was helping the FBI." The team smiled.

"I'm glad he met you y/n," Derek said. "I haven't seen Pretty Boy this happy in a long time."

"Pretty boy?" you asked.

"It's a nickname I made up for him when he first joined the team," Derek said as the team snickered.

"So that must be why Spencer got super weirded out when I started calling him that," you said.

"No way, pretty girl calls pretty boy, pretty boy?" Penelope asked.

"Yes and no," you explained. "Now it is mainly a joke, but I do say it because it is very true." The team laughed while Spencer blushed profusely.

y/u/n

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finally got to meet spencer's work friends

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drreid: They love you almost as much as I do.

penelope_meow: YOU ARE AMAZING.

jenniferjareau: We need to have a girls night! SOON!

drreid

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pretty girl

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y/u/n: I love you

derek1118morgan: she almost may be prettier than you pretty boy

emily_prentiss: if you two ever end things let me know @y/u/n

y/u/n

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note to self: always let Jennifer Jareau pick out your outfits for brunch with the girls

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jenniferjareau: this fit >>>>

drreid: You look amazing as always

rossidave: Your Italian is showing

y/u/n

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spence finally got the guts

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drreid: Can't wait to spend forever and a day with you

aaronhotchnerBAU: Congratulations y/n, Jack and I are excited for you both

penelope_meow: You need to tell me all about it sunshine

jenniferjareau: Me too!

emily_prentiss: Me three!

y/u/n: Girls night tonight?

derek1118morgan: Congrats y/n, glad you said yes because I was hyping Spencer up all week

rossidave: Congratulations y/n, talk to me if you need help with planning the wedding. My back yard is a great and free space.

y/u/n

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this is the only photo from the bachlorette party that we have a decent amount of clothes on

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emily_prentiss: BEST NIGHT EVER

jenniferjareau: Never let me drink that much again

penelope_meow: I NEED to see those other pictures

derek1118morgan: So do I baby girl

drried: No you don't Derek

drreid: Hopefully it was your best last night out as a y/l/n

y/nreid

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happy

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drreid: I love you

drreid: You looked absolutely beautiful today

[kuroos-babie]

falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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All Bets Are Off: Chapter 10

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC!Penny’s Niece

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3477

A/N: As promised, a longer chapter with a lot going on! We're getting closer and closer to the wedding and I can't wait for y'all to read what I've got planned! Enjoy!

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Rooster sat on the edge of his bed, lifting his arm to rub his eyes and immediately feeling as if they were on fire. Fucking pushups. He thought bitterly, groaning as he grabbed his phone to text Eliza:

“Good morning! Seeing you last night was the highlight of my day yesterday. Can’t wait to see you again tonight! (Assuming Bates doesn't kill me)”

He smiled and pressed send, and Rooster felt his heart lighten at the thought of watching Eliza moving confidently around the bar at the Hard Deck, she’d worked there long enough now to know pretty much everyone, and everyone who knew Eliza tended to love her. Why wouldn’t they? He thought, getting dressed for the day. She’s perfect. Rooster knew he was going to have to find a way to tear his mind off Eliza during flight practice, but when he wasn’t thinking about seeing Eliza at the Hard Deck, he was thinking about going to the wedding with Eliza. 

As he walked out the door, he wondered if Eliza was even awake yet, glancing down at his phone, half expecting a reply. 

5:37 am

Maybe she wasn’t awake yet, but Rooster still felt a little bit better about himself knowing that he would likely be one of the first people Eliza thought of.

Eliza was awoken by the sound of her next door neighbor’s lawn mower. Seriously? She thought, rolling over to look at the time, and seeing a text from Rooster. Eliza’s heart skipped a beat as she read it, and found herself suddenly wishing she was at work.

7:05 am

Who the fuck mows their lawn this early on the weekend? Eliza figured she could get up now, be productive while she couldn’t sleep, then nap when he was done. She rolled on to her back, holding up her phone, staring blankly at the keyboard; Eliza had no idea what to say in response to that. Thinking for a moment, she typed:

“Seeing you is the highlight of my day everyday.”

But then felt nervous about being so bold. She deleted the message and typed instead:

“You’re so sweet! I’ll be at the Hard Deck all night tonight, waiting to brighten your day!”

Eliza frowned. Is that any better?

“Lucky for you, I’ll be there all night tonight!”

Smiling to herself, Eliza felt good about that one. Flirty enough to not send the wrong message, but not so flirty as to be weird if Eliza was misreading things. Eliza hit send, not expecting another message back for hours, but felt her phone buzz next to her seconds after she set it back down on the bed.

“What time do you get off tonight? Asking for a friend…”

Eliza laughed, and responded:

“If it’s Hangman, I’m moving into the Hard Deck tonight and I’m never leaving again. If it’s anyone else, Penny is letting me off early tonight, so around 1:30.”

Rooster simply liked the message, and Eliza glared at her phone, trying to ascertain if he really had been asking for a friend, as if a hidden message would appear if she stared at the text for long enough.

Shaking her head, Eliza stood up. He’s obviously not got anything else to say right now, so there’s no point in getting stressed out. She decided to do yoga to force herself to relax, but even as she stretched, Eliza found herself craning her neck to look at her phone, just on the off chance he responded.

She had finally stopped looking at her phone when she heard it buzz, and Eliza nearly fell out of the pose she was in. Scrabbling across her bed to grab it, she saw it was a text from Margot:

“So I meant to send this text like a week ago, but I want to hear all about this fighter pilot you’re bringing to my nuptials!”

“Fair enough! I should have told you sooner, his name is Bradley Bradshaw (yes, really) and it’s like he was made in a lab to make insecure men piss themselves.”

“Ooh! Do you have a picture?”

Eliza suddenly realized that she didn’t know if Rooster had any social media. She frantically texted Phoenix: 

“Does Rooster have Instagram or anything?”

Eliza chewed her lip, knowing that Margot would have concerns about Eliza bringing a man that she wasn’t even following on social media to her wedding. Thankfully, Phoenix texted back quickly with a link to an Instagram profile. Clicking it, Eliza groaned when he was set to private. Of course he is. Her fingers hovered over the follow button for a moment before she clicked it, then hit the share profile button, and prayed Margot wouldn’t notice that Eliza wasn’t technically following him yet.

“Will you tell him to let me follow him at the next available opportunity?”

Phoenix liked the message, and moments later, Eliza’s phone buzzed again.

“Are you doing a background check on me?”

It was Rooster. Eliza groaned again, running her fingers through her hair.

“Not me, the bride!”

Rooster laugh-reacted at the message, but didn’t text back again. What is it with men and not being willing to text?”  Eliza wondered to herself.

Just when she was resigning herself to having an unreasonably early start for her day, the mowing stopped. “Thank God!” She groaned, throwing herself back into her bed and under the covers to nap the rest of the morning away.

Finally dragging herself out of bed around two pm, Eliza started getting ready for work at four, and didn’t even think to check her phone for about half an hour after she woke up. When she finally did, she had a text from Rooster and four text messages from Margot:

“Eliza!!!!!”

“OMG???”

“That’s a man that you know?”

“Like he’s just walking around??”

Knitting her brow, Eliza checked Rooster’s instagram, and her jaw dropped to see mostly gym selfies, mostly shirtless. An unexpected, but welcome surprise. She thought, deciding to make Rooster sweat a little bit.

“Damn Rooster, where’s OnlyFans link?”

Eliza snorted, feeling pleased with herself.

“Why, do you want one?”

Eliza huffed, realizing that she’d set the ball up for him to spike it back into her face.

“I just feel like it’s a missed economic opportunity for you!”

Unlucky for you, Rooster. Eliza thought, I’m better than you at volleyball. Her phone buzzed again, this time Phoenix. It was a zoomed in picture of the back of Rooster’s neck, which was bright red.

“What are you two talking about??”

Eliza laughed again, texting back:

“Missed financial opportunities.”

“Fine, I didn’t want to know anyway!”

Eliza smiled, feeling grateful for Phoenix, but was quickly distracted by Rooster replying:

“I’ll start one when you do!”

“Ugh, fair enough.” Eliza groaned, looking at the time and realizing she was running a little late. “Fuck!” She hurried through the rest of her routine, jumping into her car and immediately feeling a little called out by the song that came on shuffle: Debbie Gibson’s “Lost in Your Eyes.”

“I get lost in your eyes, and feel my spirits rise and soar like the wind. Is it love that I am in?”

Eliza sighed, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel restlessly. Was it love with Rooster or was he just the first man to show her attention since Grady? 

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Hangman:

“I’m getting out of flight practice around 4:30 today, can I bring you dinner to the Hard Deck?”

Eliza blinked, setting her phone down. What is it with those two? She wondered. Am I just the first new person they’ve seen in a while? Eliza felt the chill of insecurity creeping into her gut, and forced herself to focus on the song.

“I don’t mind not knowing what I’m heading for. You can take me to the skies, it’s like being lost in heaven when I’m lost in your eyes.”

“Jesus Christ.” Eliza muttered, skipping the song. “Drive” by The Cars came on next, and she said, feeling a little less confident than she had that morning.

“You can’t go on thinking nothing’s wrong, but now who’s going to drive you home tonight?”

Eliza groaned as she pulled into the Hard Deck, resting her forehead on her steering wheel for a second, before remembering that she needed to text Hangman back.

“Aren’t you exhausted? You absolutely don’t have to do that!”

He responded right away:

“What if I want to? What time would be best for me to drop it off?”

Eliza pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, what could be wrong about letting a handsome fighter pilot spoil her a little bit? But on the other hand, this was the wrong pilot. Eliza sighed and texted back:

“If you insist. Around 5:15 would be good, it’s right before we open, but I’m usually done with all the tasks by then. Just bring me your favorite!”

Eliza walked into the Hard Deck to find Maverick sitting at the bar with Penny who was slicing lemons and grinning at him. Eliza paused and smiled at them for a moment, they seemed to have something so deep and comfortable, and Eliza wanted that for herself; her thoughts turned to Rooster, could they have that together? “Hey guys!” She called, shaking her head slightly.

“Oh, Eliza, you startled me!” Penny said, resting a hand over her heart.

“Sorry, Aunt Penny, but I’m ten minutes late.” Eliza said, walking back behind the bar.

Penny looked at her watch, “Yeah I guess I should have been expecting you, but time just got away from us.”

Maverick beamed at Penny, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Well, don’t let me interrupt you, I’ll head back to the kitchen.” Eliza picked up a crate of empty bottles from the night before, “You handle front of house, I’ll do back of house!”

Penny nodded, smiling, “Thanks, Elle.”

Eliza walked into the kitchen and started counting liquor bottles, completely lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, Eliza heard Penny call her name from the bar. Walking out the door, Eliza called back “What’s up, Aunt Penny?” And saw Hangman standing there holding a brown paper bag and smiling at her. “Oh, hey Hangman, thanks for dinner!” She smiled at him as he handed her the bag.

“My pleasure.” Hangman’s smile widened and Eliza felt herself blush.

“You can go ahead and eat, if you want to, Elle.” Penny said, smirking at Eliza and Hangman.

“Um, thanks.” Eliza looked at Hangman and gestured to the doors that faced the beach. “Al fresco?”

Hangman nodded, following Eliza out. “I’m glad you’ve got time to eat now, because I also grabbed myself a couple of tacos, to be honest.”

“Tacos?” Eliza opened the bag, pulling out tacos wrapped in parchment paper. “Which ones are yours?”

“You’re good with tacos?” Hangman looked a little nervous, “I didn’t know what all you would like, so I just ordered basically one of everything on the menu.”

Eliza was already devouring a taco, “This is delicious! Where’d you get these?”

“There’s a little taco shop that’s open about three random days a week in Barrio Logan, and I’ve gotten to be friends with the owner, so he texts me whenever he opens.” Hangman unwrapped a taco and began eating, “When he texted me this morning, I thought ‘You know who would love Café Valentina, Eliza!’”

Eliza groaned, “You were right, this is wonderful. You have to send me the address!”

“You’ll have to give me your number then.”

“I guess so.” Eliza took his phone and put her number in. “Send it right now so you don’t forget. This is important to me.”

Hangman laughed and sent her the address. “Does this mean I’m allowed to text you from time to time?”

Eliza looked at Hangman for a moment, considering. Maybe he’s not so bad. She thought. “Yeah, I guess it does.” She squinted at Hangman, “If you abuse it, I will block you.”

“Fair enough.” Hangman laughed again, watching the waves crash on the shore. “This is nice.”

“Yeah it is.” Eliza smiled at him. “You’re not half as bad as you come off, Hangman.”

Hangman laughed again. “Thanks, I guess?”

Eliza wiped taco sauce off her chin, laughing. “It’s a compliment!”

Hangman opened his mouth to say something, when Penny poked her head out the door. “Um, Elle?”

“What’s up?”

“You have another visitor.”

Eliza looked at Hangman, who was looking over his shoulder through the window with an angry look on his face. “If you’ll excuse me for one moment, Hangman.” He just nodded, still looking inside.

Penny held the door open for Eliza and whispered to her as she passed, “You’ve got these boys under some kind of spell, Elle. I’ve never seen them act like this!”

“These boys?” Eliza asked.

“Hey Eliza.” She looked up and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Rooster standing there, still in his flight suit.

“Well hello, sailor.” Eliza grinned at him, Hangman fading from her mind. “What brings you to a bar at 5:30 in the evening?”

“I just wanted to drop by and say hi, because I won’t be able to be here tonight.” Rooster said and Eliza pouted. “We’re doing a night practice run for the mission, so I’ll be getting shot down and doing push ups all night.”

“Well that sounds considerably less fun than hanging out with me.” Eliza smiled at him and Rooster’s heart sped up. Was she flirting?

“It will definitely be considerably– oh, hi Hangman.” Rooster was frowning.

Eliza turned around and saw Hangman standing in the doorway, “Your food is getting cold, Eliza!” He smirked at Rooster.

“Oh, right, I was in the middle of eating.” Eliza laughed, “I kind of forgot.”

“She forgot.” Rooster mouthed at Hangman when Eliza turned her back to him.

“I’ll be back out in just a second, I promise.” Eliza smiled at Hangman and he nodded, cutting his eyes back at Rooster as he stepped back outside and sat down again.

“I guess I’ll let you get back to your dinner.” Rooster said, not taking his eyes off Hangman’s back.

“I’ll be up late tonight tonight too, if you get some downtime and feel like chatting.” When he looked back at her, Rooster found Eliza with a hopeful smile on her face and his heart melted.

“I’ll find some down time, just for you.” Rooster reached up and squeezed her arm gently, and Eliza’s smile grew.

“Well, I’ll let you enjoy your break between flight practices.” Eliza said, still practically glowing at Rooster.

“I’ll talk to you tonight.” Rooster smiled back at Eliza, and she turned, waving at him over her shoulder as she walked back outside.

Maverick grabbed Rooster’s shoulder as he was turning to walk out of the bar. “What’s going on there? Penny told me you two are going to a wedding together.”

Rooster nodded, “About a week after we get back from the mission.”

“Good for you!” Maverick punched Rooster’s shoulder lightly, “And I assume that you’re going to seal the deal at this wedding?”

Rooster furrowed his brow, “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever it means.” Maverick shrugged.

“What an informative answer.” Rooster rolled his eyes. “I’m not just trying to fuck her, you know.”

“Hey, who said anything about that?”

Rooster brushed past him, “I don’t know what business it is of yours anyway.” Maverick grumbled something but Rooster didn’t care to turn back. The truth was, he was planning on sealing the deal at the wedding, specifically, he was hoping to get her alone at the after party to tell her how he felt and ask her out officially, but Hangman being at the Hard Deck was making him antsy. I may need to move up my timeline. He thought, sliding into his car to go home and shower before returning to the hangar.

Eliza and Hangman had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence since Rooster left. “Are you going to tell me why you’re being a weirdo?” Eliza asked, setting down her food. “Or are you just going to stew because I said hi to another person?”

Hangman frowned at her, “I’m not stewing or being weird.” Eliza raised an eyebrow and Hangman sighed. “I guess Rooster and I are just kind of competitive.”

“Why?”

“He’s a fucking legacy that everyone loves. Meanwhile, I’m the better pilot, but Rooster for some reason gets regarded as the best.” Hangman shook his head. “The last big mission we did, I saved his ass and Maverick’s ass, and yet who gets praised as the hero of the mission? Rooster.”

Eliza’s eyebrows were raising higher and higher as he talked. “So it’s literally just a pissing contest?”

Hangman pursed his lips, staring out at the ocean again. “I guess so.”

Eliza laughed, “That’s so weird, y’all are in your thirties!”

“Hey! I think it pushes us both to constantly try to be the best.” Hangman replied, “But we’re on the same team in every single way on this mission, so there’s no way for me to really one-up him, unfortunately.”

Eliza gasped and clutched a hand to her chest sarcastically, “How will your ego survive?”

Hangman laughed, “I’m more worried about physically surviving in general this time around.”

“Oh, that bad?” Eliza looked worried.

Hangman shook his head, “I can’t really talk about it, but yeah it’s not looking great.”

“Don’t tell me that!” Eliza cried. “You’re all coming home safe, sound, and in one piece.” She looked at him sharply. “Or else.”

Hangman laughed, “Or else what?”

“You don’t want to find out.” Eliza tossed her hair off her shoulder.

“I bet I don’t.” Hangman looked at her for a second, his expression suddenly becoming serious. “I’m coming back, don’t worry.”

Eliza rolled her eyes, “I’m worried about more than you, Hangman.”

Hangman laughed and shrugged, “We all know that deep down, I’m your favorite.”

“Sure, buddy.”

Hangman sighed before gathering up their trash. “Well, I need to go home and take a power nap before flying all night to train for said mission.” He got to his feet, offering Eliza his hand to help her up.

Eliza ignored Hangman’s hand and stood up on her own, smirking at him. “Thanks for dinner, Hangman. It was fun to hang out with you when you weren’t trying to show anyone up.”

Hangman laughed. “Then we should do it again sometime.”

Eliza squinted at him, “Are you asking me out?”

“If I was, would that be a bad thing?”

Eliza’s mind went to Rooster, but Rooster hadn’t asked her out, and here was Hangman who had always been up front about how he felt about her, asking her out. It’s not like Rooster and I are any kind of exclusive. Eliza thought. But do I want to go out with Hangman?

“Eliza?”

“Sorry.” Eliza tried to collect her thoughts. “You’re just the first person who’s asked me out in like six years, it caught me off guard a little bit.” She cleared her throat. “I’m not one hundred percent I’m in the dating headspace…at this current moment.”

Hangman’s smile had frozen in place, “I see.” He looked stunned. “Well, when you change your mind, call me.” He turned and walked quickly out of the Hard Deck.

Eliza cleared her throat and walked back inside, where Penny and Maverick were waiting for her. “What was his hurry?” Penny asked.

“Um, I think they had night practice.” Eliza cut her eyes at Maverick, trying to decide if she wanted to tell Penny what had just happened in front of him. Clearing her throat, Eliza decided he would find out anyway, Maverick may as well hear it from her. “Also he asked me out and I kind of said no.”

Penny raised her eyebrows. “Kind of?”

“I sort of put him on deferment.”

“What does that mean?” Penny asked, leaning on the bar.

Eliza looked at the floor, “I just told him I wasn’t in the dating headspace at the moment, because it was easier than saying ‘I genuinely cannot form a stable opinion about you and don’t know that you would be the version of yourself that I actually get along with or if you would be a cocky jerk, so I can’t decide if I want to go out with you.’”

Maverick laughed, “I’m glad Hangman got shut down. It’ll put him in his place a little bit.”

Eliza cocked her head at him and Penny slapped his arm. “I’m sure it’s fine, he’s just not used to getting told no.”

Eliza sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m going to go back into the kitchen and maybe never come out.”

Penny laughed. “At least he won’t be here tonight.”

Eliza snorted, “Small comfort.”

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My (Fake) Boyfriend

Pairing: Damien Nazario x f!MC (Aisha Park)

Characters: Damien Nazario, Aisha Park, Nadia Park

Word Count: 792 words

Rating: General

Summary: Aisha asks Damien to be her pretend boyfriend.

Category: Fluff

Tagging: @burnsoslow, @rookiemartin, @mrsnazariowrites, @choicesficwriterscreations

A week after Aisha had a date with Hayden, she had a movie night with Nadia & Damien, just like any other weekend.

"Okay, guys, I'm off. It's getting pretty late now. Steve must be waiting for me. Aish, you remember that tomorrow is Shalini's wedding, right?"

"Oh, right! I almost forgot. What time is it again?"

"It starts at 11 o'clock. That means we need to be there by 10 am."

"Are you bringing Steve along?"

"Yeah, definitely. Can't wait to introduce him to the rest of the family. What about you though? Are you bringing your boyfriend?", Nadia asked, vaguely pointing towards Damien.

"Oh! I'll try my best, but I'm not sure", she said winking.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

As soon as Nadia left, Damien asked the one question that was on his mind.

"What was Nadia talking about? Who's Shalini? And the last time I checked, you don't have a boyfriend."

"Shalini is our cousin who lives in Manhattan. By the way, how are you so sure about me not having a boyfriend?"

"Nadia and I are always the first ones to know whenever you have a new partner."

"But Nadia already knows about him."

On hearing this, Damien gave a look of confusion.

"Well, buckle up, D. Cause this is one hell of a ride."

"What do you mean?", he said, not knowing how the next sentence would change his life.

"So about two years ago, my parents were forcing me to get married and look at some proposals they had. They wanted me to marry for love, but they had told me that if I didn’t find someone for me, they would pitch in. I didn't want to get into all of that stress and drama, so I accidentally blurted out that you were my boyfriend."

"What?! Why me?"

"Cause you were the only person that came into my mind!", she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed this on you. You might have some plans for tomorrow that are more important than this mess", Aisha rambled as she calmed down.

"There is nothing more important for me than you", he thought.

"Well, I don't have anything important lined up for tomorrow, other than a meeting with a few people. Let me see what I can do."

"D, you don't have to worry. I'll tell them that you are in Paris right now."

"Won't they ask you more questions?"

"I have told them that you are a software engineer who's currently working in Paris."

"Thanks a lot for not telling them what I actually do."

"I can't tell if you're being serious or snarky."

"I think my girlfriend would be able to spot the difference", he said, smiling.

"Well, I would say that my boyfriend is being serious."

"I hate to disappoint you, Aish", saying so, he started to text someone.

"I know, but it's not a big deal. I will be able to deal with nosy people."

"All set! I'm free for three days."

"Wow! That was quick! Thanks a lot, D. This means a lot to me."

"It's the least I can do for you."

"When should we leave for tomorrow?"

"Around 9 am."

"D, this is the first time you will be meeting my parents. Naturally, they will ask you a lot of questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"Anything, ranging from my past or your past to your career and future plans with me. So just be ready for them, and tell me your answers. That way, I will be able to give the same answer, in case they try to cross-check me."

"Okay, I'll look into it."

"Also, they expect us to get married, just saying."

Damien paid no heed to that comment.

"Alright, then. Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow, Aisha."

"Tch... D. If I am supposed to be your girlfriend, you should have a cute nickname for me", she said, teasing him a little bit.

"You know I don't like them", he said, ignoring the comment that made his cheeks blush slightly.

"Just for this time, please. Also, in front of my family. I want it to be as real as possible."

"Okay, babe, I will see you tomorrow."

"Bye, honey!"

They both experienced a fuzzy and warm feeling inside them when they gave each other those pet names.

No matter how much Damien acted as if he despised the nickname, he loved it very much. He was glad that he could pretend to be her, even if it was for show. He felt as if his wait had finally been over.

For the first time in her life, she was not scared to tell her parents about her boyfriend. The thought of him being there with her gave her newfound confidence.

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♡ konoha 11 wedding hcs pt. 2 ♡

+ kakashi

Ino

she makes a reservation at your guys' favourite restaurant, and the staff are all in on it because she wants it to be perfect. when you arrive the table has flowers and candles

at the end of the meal she orders a desert for you two to share and at first you don't notice the flash of gold on top the small cake, you're too busy staring at her. but when she finally points it out you throw yourself across the table to hug her, accidentally getting some icing on your shirt, "yes, yes! I do!"

glamorous and classy summer wedding! instead of one person waiting at the end of the aisle, you decided to enter from opposite sides and then walk up together, hand in hand, and she doesn't let you go until the ceremony is over. you invite everyone you know and throw a huge party for your reception!

your song: at last by etta james

Shikamaru

he debates for a long time whether he should even propose. i mean, do you really need a piece of paper to love each other for the rest of your lives? but he knows you'd appreciate the symbolism. and if he figures if he's gonna do it he might as well come up with a plan, but the day comes and nothing is working out as he had imagined

you end up loving every bit anyway though. then he gets down on one knee after one too many mishaps and says, "(y/n), I'm sorry today wasn't perfect, but I think you are. marry me?" but you thought it was perfect the whole time anyway, "of course!"

you guys elope one bright, spring day. he's not one for a big wedding and you don't care as long as you're marrying him. it's just you two and the officiant, surrounded by the trees of nara forest, and it couldn't be more perfect. when you guys get back from your honeymoon you have a reception to celebrate with all your friends

your song: dead sea by the lumineers

Choji

gets shikamaru to help him plan the proposal, and he's really nervous but he knows how much you love him. he really wants to make it personal and not generic, he knows you'd expect him to propose at a restaurant

so he decides to make a gourmet meal for you himself at home! you walk into your apartment to the smell of delicious food and find him sitting at the table waiting for you, that adorable smile on his face. he kneels and asks you to marry him, and you enjoy your meal as a newly engaged couple

big wedding!! Ino does florals of course and they're perfect. Choji is such a sweetheart i feel like he wants everyone to be there. he does not hold back when he sees you, you're just so perfect and he's not afraid to show it so he's beaming and let's those tears flow with pride

your song: lucky by jason mraz and colbie caillet

Neji

he knows for a long time that he's wanted to marry you, but he's also a naturally hesitant person when it comes to this sort of thing so he considers it for a long time before he decides to make his move

one day he wakes up beside you and he just knows its time, so he talks for a walk to a scenic pond, and everything is going perfect - until it starts pouring. but he's not giving up, so he gets on one knee and looks up at you with his long hair stuck to his face from the rain (*swoon*) and asks for your hand in marriage

(yes he says it like that, he's cute n traditional ok??)

anyway, a romantic, private wedding where you two can really express your feelings for one another. it takes place in the morning instead of the evening so the sun is rising above you while you say your vows and the way the morning light hits his face he you can't believe he's your husband

your song: till kingdom come by coldplay

Tenten

you guys both got rings for each other and have been carrying them around for months because you share a braincell. and one day you're walking through the village together and she's looking at your gorgeous face laugh at something she said and she's like, this is it

so she gets down on one knee. and you just start... laughing more? and at first she's so scared but then she sees you pull the ring from your own pocket and get down on your knee as well. then she throws her arms around you joining in your laughter, "I love you so much ."

whimsical, midsummers night dream type summer wedding. your guys' ceremony is super personalized and non-traditional, everyone has so much fun at the reception that people are talking about it for weeks after

your song: you and i by ingrid michaelson

Lee

first person he tells when he knows he's going to ask you is Gai of course, and he's so happy so him he cries. goes all out for the proposal, i feel like he's the type to do something wild and extravagant because he just thinks you deserve the world

we're talking this man tried to spell it out in the sky but due to some logistic issues he had to "settle" for a perfectly planned proposal in front of all your friends along with a pre-schedule professional photographer. he thought of everything.

spring wedding under the cherry blossoms, it's perfect in everyway. like Choji he is not afraid to let his emotions for you show so he's practically bawling as he watched you walk towards him. vows of just absolute devotion and love

your song: make you feel my love by adele

Kakashi

actually so nervous to pop the question, stresses about it and confides in team 7 (big mistake) they're of course, SO enthusiastic but less than helpful

one day he's just looking at you and realizes there's no such thing as the right time. he even forgets to get down on one knee, just pulls out the ring beside you on the couch. you're not sure if you're imagining things at first. "is this real?" "yes, (y/n). marry me, please?"

fall wedding surrounded by the changing leaves in a small, intimate ceremony with your closest friends. he doesn't cry when you walk down the aisle, he knows how to keep his composure in front of others, but by god does he want to. your vows are so personal and full of emotion people almost feel like they're intruding listening to them

your song: first day of my life by bright eyes

[becausethathappens]

Will you please write a super angsty fic where Link is freaking out because he thinks the wedding vows he has written aren't good enough and Rhett helps him go over them and make corrections and says they're perfect but also, just says the vows he would say for Link if it was them like it should've been because he's heartbroken and Link can tell but their hands are tied and they don't know what to do so they soldier on without saying a word, but wordlessly communicating lifelong love and misery and everything, maybe comfort as well?

i'm really really sad and i can't shake it off and i really want some good angst and hurt/comfort and i really love you, maura, you're awesome

I don't do unhappy endings, anon. I'm confident you don't either. In fiction or otherwise. So, pardon this if it’s not what you expected.

Please enjoy? This was done a little hastily to share it with you (and I should be writing other things per usual) but I've had a rough week and I want to hopefully make someone smile. (I have way angstier stuff in the drafts and I will be sure to get those out eventually, too.) You’ll feel better soon.  🤞  Thank you! 💞

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now or forever

4k - Rhett writes Link vows.

If you were my boy, Blue

I’d bathe you in honeys (sp?)

I’d sing write you a love song

I’d shoot you a star**

If you were my boy, Blue

There ain’t nothing in this life I wouldn’t give

From my heart, to my toes, to my fingers, my nose (**)

Whatever it takes just to watch you live 

continue to ‘ ’ grow with you like a vine ‘round a rose 

If you were my boy, Bue

I wouldn’t want you all for myself

There’s no star bright enough to match your lightin’

In sickness, blue, so certainly while we have health

Hand in hand, no longer fightin’

What’s destiny (**)

You and & me

If you were my boy, Blue

I'd marry you

&

Thank God for Rhett. Giving him, delivering him, blessing him with Rhett.

Link is in the middle of a spiral (what he’ll later recognize as a panic attack) when Rhett arrives, the eve of his wedding. Bailing him out of this with pen, paper, and a smile.

Link has always been good at improv.

Though Rhett tended to find the words to start. These were his own vows and Link has been putting time to sit and start them off for weeks. Now that he has to, he’s dumbfounded, despite being deeply in love.

Amidst all the planning and chaos, writing his vows was such a given that Link left it as priority sixty-seven on a list of many more.

Unfortunately, even as busy as they’ve been, that list was shredded with the “who gifted what” tracking sheet (both literally, accidentally, and figuratively) back around the bridal shower and it’s been anarchy ever since.

So he thanks God for Rhett, who’s here, to stop another needless disaster from happening.

That same generous God, however, watches him plagued with thoughts of utter devotion at Rhett’s willingness to drop everything on a weeknight and rush over to help Link find his words.

His lyrics, really, is what Link has in mind. Since they used to write songs together and this felt much the same. He’s been floundering all night and now that Rhett’s here, he knows he’ll at least get what he needs done. Even if it’s not all he wants, right now.

That same God seeks judgment on his every decision or flinch against His will, for any reason, to spite him.

For this reason.

He wants to smush Rhett’s face and kiss him. Deeply. He doesn’t.

Even if there were sometime in the past that he could get away with a platonic smooch, now he can’t. He simply could not prevent that from escalating.

So, he merely tightens his grip on the wrinkled scrap paper in his hand and scrunches his eyes.

“Why can’t it be you up there…” Link bemoans, loudly, in his frustration.

Rhett’s eyes widen, in horror, and Link slams his other hand at his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Not like - I mean - why can’t you go say my lines for me. You’re so much better at this kinda thing.”

“Let me read what you’ve got,” Rhett says.

After some review, Rhett sighs, not unkindly and sits down next to Link. “Let’s just talk through what you’re trying to say because, yeah, this reads like liturgy.”

“Ain’t is supposed to? It’s in a chapel!”

“What do you like about her?” Rhett asks, ignoring his nitpicking. “Christy?” Rhett stares at him, waiting, too upset for Link to chastise but clearly wanting to.

“She’s patient,” Link says, reminded by the similar. Rhett folds over the book to an open page and clicks the pen in his hand, writing that down. “A-And she’s kind. Like considerate, ‘specially with babies and little animals. Sh-She does this thing where she immediately drops to their eye-level to make sure they don’t feel unheard or seen. Probably ‘cause she’s always been so tall…”

Rhett’s still writing.

“Then when I’m sick, she forces me to rest. You know I hate that,” Link says, voice rising a little, at the memory. “But you know I need that. You won’t be the last to make me stop and smell the roses or take a break, once in a while.”

“Her hair, write, her hair - the way it looks in the sunshine. Like warm caramel with flecks of gold. She’s a vision, an angel. Especially when she’s wearing all white, like,” Link says, pausing to point to Rhett’s undershirt and pale grey sweats. “Makes blondes look ethereal-like, always has.”

“Oh, and her voice. Sometimes, the way her accent catches, well, you know she don’t like to sing like us, never has, but when she says certain things, asks a question the right way - it’s music. The way it harmonizes with my answer, reminds me of singing, reminds me of us.”

Rhett keeps writing, quiet, and focused.

After a short time, Link can’t stop and wants to crane over to see what he’s come up with. Rhett hands it over after crossing a final “t” somewhere on the page.

“Those’re good, Link, but I think you need to keep closer to what I wrote, leave out the stuff about me.”

“Stuff about you?” Link asks, having spoken in a stream-of-conscious style, Link forgets most of what he even said

Rhett looks away, shakes his head.

Distracted by the desire to read the rest, Link abandons the lingering questions he has about Rhett’s suggestion and response.

“These are great, man, thanks,” Links says, pushing a soft hand into Rhett’s side.

His eyes scan to the bottom where Rhett’s added a few lines about the journey, the marriage, all the ceremonial aspects of the day for him to close with, but then something more.

Something about him.

Rhett catches him catch it and looks further away. “I know Christy pretty well, too, y’know. Y’all are just alike, in that way. She might need some back-up vows, to have and hold.”

Link reads them.

“You know, just in case.”

Link looks up and tries to laugh.

He doesn’t laugh.

He goes back to reading them.

Rhett shifts uncomfortably, touches the back of his neck, and shuts his eyes.

“Rhett, these ’re…”

“I know, bo, you can forget ‘em,” Rhett excuses, still not meeting Link’s gaze. “You want me to… I can rewrite the others on a different - I can turn the page and write ‘em there so you can just…”

“Hey, hey,” Link interrupts him, mad at Rhett putting down his best friend, and eager to explain his actual thoughts. “Rhett, these are perfect. These are… I’m sad I can’t say anything as nice in return to you.”

Rhett finally looks up to acknowledge that and their gaze heats and lingers.

“Not that I…” Link stutters to clarify. “Y-You’d have to be a - if that’s something that was gonna - you know - if that was gonna work…”

His mind does it’s usual jump to a visual for the worst case scenario depicting the implication he stumbled across. Him out eight grand on the wedding. Not to mention a wife, a family, a future, a faith -

a friend -

Link gulps, pushing that back away, pushing them both forward, in his estimation.

It’s too much to bear to think about for another second. When he glances at Rhett, he can’t get a read on his face what he thinks about it, and that’s scary enough for him to want to abandon the concept altogether.

“Christy’s gonna love them.”

It’s enough, saying his fiancée's name, to ground him again. Enough to make it okay for him to grab Rhett’s palm and squeeze it in thanks, between them.

Rhett’s made his choice to give up on film school.

Link’s made his choice to give up on whatever schoolboy obsession he has with monopolizing all of Rhett’s days and nights. 

He’ll stick to the days or every other weekend, however they can still fit time together, is fine by him. This ceremony, tomorrow, feels as much about his graduation from friend to husband, and all that that entails.

They’re adults.

They both know there’s a lot of sacrifices to be made and this feels like the first time he’s really acknowledging how hard they’re going to be to make. He hopes they’ll still see each other.

He hopes their kids will get along.

He has a lot of hopes.

All of them involve Rhett.

There’s a lot he should write down for when Rhett finds his own bride to wed.

Link notices, suddenly, that Rhett is crying. The same part of him that's nearly broken the headwind of these conflicting emotions turns back to comfort him.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Link soothes, realizing he’s also still holding Rhett’s hand.

“‘M sorry,” Rhett intones, the words bubble up and out of him simultaneously, sounding like water draining in a filled sink. “And the night before your wedding, good Heavens.”

“Hey, I’ve been crying all week,” Link says, waving a hand at the stress that planning a wedding has kept put on him. “Nothing I haven’t seen in the mirror.”

Rhett laughs, rubbing a thumb over his own thigh in a way that brushes upwards against the place Link’s clasping his hand. Link nearly pulls his hand back, thinking Rhett’s trying to get him to sense his want for space, but when he meets his eye it’s clear he’d like nothing less.

“I think I’m just -” Rhett starts to say, trailing off. The light from the lamp on the far coffee table is the only thing on in the room. Link drops his gaze a few inches to try and see more of Rhett’s downturned eyes as he hems and haws. He squeezes their hands together, again, this time clasping it more firmly, still pressing Rhett’s large palm down from above. “I think I’m just a li’l jealous, is all.”

It’s the quietest admission he’s heard from Rhett since he told him he failed their chemistry mid-term in eleventh grade.

Link is also so lost at the innocence of the admission that he can only think of follow-up questions. “Of me?”

Rhett looks at him for a long, long minute and finally, when Link’s gaze remains confused for the whole length of the pause, he shakes his head, no.

Then he waits. 

He waits for Link to realize what he means.

But he’s still waiting when Link, oblivious, moves onward trying to comfort Rhett, instead of understanding him fully.

The tension in the room is palpable as Link talks, but only to Rhett, it seems. Only Rhett pictures air bags being deployed in a car safety video as metal hits cinder block. Only Rhett moves his hand, though it’s all it takes to dislodge them from each other completely.

“I know you’re gonna make an amazing husband some day.” Link is saying.

Rhett’s hand aches where cool air now surrounds it.

“I know your wife is gonna get to hear you say such wonderful things about her.”

Rhett wipes his hand of the misunderstanding on the cotton of his pants.

“I know she’s gonna say the same kind of things about you, when it’s your turn up there.”

Rhett mourns the idea that this would ever be requited.

“I know she’s gonna love you, just as much as I do, so she’ll have plenty to say.”

Rhett looks away, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes. 

 “I’ll make sure she has plenty of ideas where to start.”

Rhett pats Link’s leg, in camaraderie, and nods.

And that’s it. They shoot the shit, they make a plan to meet up at a donut place for the groomsmen’s breakfast to thank them for their help, before the ceremony, and they’ll talk things through if Link’s feeling jittery still. Then Rhett’s gone.

It’s not until the next day at eleven on the dot (everyone has an agenda to follow and every moment is accounted for) that Link understands Rhett’s pain.

His mother straightens his tie and flattens the edges of his suit. “You’ll wanna know I heard Christy looks like an angel in her dress, from the girls upstairs.”

“Those actual angels you been talkin’ to, Sue?” Rhett jokes, where he’s twisting his cummerbund around every so often, bored.

“Very funny, honey,” Sue ribs back. “From the cousins, Beth and Hailee Sue. Remember they’re friends with the hairstylist you got to do the curls for Christy’s hair, today? She was over last night getting Christy ready for bed with how to wash and dry it a special kind of way. They were there, too.”

Link starts to tune her out, since there’s a lot on his mind, but then she says more.

“She says the hairstylist was talking about how jealous she was of Christy, all night, getting to marry you,” Sue relays.

“Oh, mama, please,” Link dismisses. The compliments he’s been getting have felt faker than the toupee on his uncle Bruce. That girl has never even met him. “I’m the only person here people should be jealous of, who would be jealous of Christy,” he says, trailing off, muttering his reasoning as he did. “Marrying a trainwreck like me.”

Link looks up in the mirror where some of his friends continue to mingle in various states of undress. Rhett is already dressed, however, and staring straight at Link like he’s been caught with a hand in a cookie jar.

Link’s about to ask what’s wrong when he remembers his words. Then looks again over the planes of Rhett’s face.

Last night’s words slam back into his mind and Link’s mouth drops open.

The church organ belts out an opening flurry of notes before Canon in D begins playing loudly through the sound system built into the rafters above them. Link looks up to see one of the church staff at the door instructing them to join the bridal party to line-up.

Link’s mom dashes off to where she’s paired with her nephew, Link’s favorite cousin, to be escorted down the aisle.

Rhett sees Link’s face rushing through a wash of emotions from a distance, he nods to the staffer in silent understanding that he’ll handle it, and then they’re alone.

He walks up to Link and takes his hand. He squeezes it.

“Hey, you gotta go. We gotta go. It’s showtime,” Rhett insists.

Link looks around like a bomb went off, since in some ways it did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Rhett seems to pick up on that. He squeezes Link’s hand again.

“I’ll get over it, Link, it’s okay,” Rhett whispers, on the verge of desperation.

That confirmation is enough to fully shatter Link.

Only for a moment. 

The music continues and Rhett keeps his hand hold.

They are adults. They are in love. They have to marry. 

None of these things can be helped.

“I’m gonna be so jealous of Her, too,” Link whispers back. He squeezes Rhett’s hand one last time, as they part.

They leave.

They walk straight.

They part again.

Until later.

They move houses and cities and states.

They move mountains, inside and out.

They move together.

Much later.

They join again.

They run crooked.

They return.

To one another.

Link has spent years worrying a ring that means too much to too few people.

In the beginning, when he cries himself to sleep at what he thinks has been the mistake of a lifetime, it’s His talisman. It reminds him of the expectations upon this life he’s made.

As the years pass, however, the adherence to the bogeymen of their childhood’s rules wears thin. It starts to strictly represent love and patience.

Sacrifice.

It begins to feel like a burden. A representation of what’s been lost, not what’s been found.

He contemplates taking it off, but believes that to be a betrayal of all that it stands for to the people he stands for. 

Then, one day, (surely mid-spin) he hears Rhett tell a story about wanting to change his ring.

He watches the silver twirl as Rhett explains.

He believes he was rushed into a certain type of marriage and a certain type of life by a certain type of person.

It’s a life that he’s grown to love but the ring represents a union forced by custom and not one that’s grown through devotion. 

His ring reminds him of that too often to be good for him.

Link twists his again at the admission.

So, Rhett’s thinking about replacing the ring.

Link returns home that night in a stupor. He’s sure he said one too many things to Rhett to emphasize how wild it felt to hear him talk about changing rings.

Any memories of that day, their wedding, bring up a rush of emotions that he’s never been good at sorting through.

Today’s admission makes him feel the same spur to make use of idle, betrothed hands he feels when he cleans the fridge.

He wants to clean the slate.

He finds an old DVD copy of their wedding ceremony that he paid to have converted from miniDV some years ago. Now he struggles to find a place to watch that DVD. How quickly time has flown by.

Eventually, he ends up in his son’s room - no one’s home for the remainder of the night but he and Christy - now, he’s sitting on a bean bag, squinting at the game console’s controller trying to get the joysticks to move to “play” on screen.

The ceremony bursts to life and, like it was yesterday, Link’s nerves fizzle awake.

About halfway through the video, Christy finds him like that and sits down next to him in a thwump absorbed mostly by the stuffing of the chair.

They watch themselves smile happily at each other and Christy takes his hand.

“Should I be happy or scared to find you alone watching this on a Saturday night?” she asks, wryly, squeezing his palm.

Link doesn’t know what to say. He’s caught up in Rhett’s bygone script being spoken on screen. Words about Christy and about Link that were not their own, declared loudly in front of the congregation.

“I don’t know,” Link admits, shrugging. He doesn’t. He squeezes her hand back.

“You wanna tell me what’s eating you?”

Link hesitates, but relents. He wants that clean slate, after all. “Rhett’s getting his wedding ring replaced.”

“Replaced?” Christy asks, balking.

“Replaced, yeah,” Link responds, sure he didn’t misspeak.

“With what?” she asks.

“Oh, some new one. Fancy thing, very cool, made of trees or something. Honestly he wears the other one, the slick black one more than his wedding band half the time. He says it feels like the old one? It’s the kind of ring you get in a bauble at a vending machine crank. So, he wants a new one.”

“Jeesh,” Christy says, making a face at the screen. The camera catches Rhett stealing glances at the couple, then at the crowd, beaming at all with unbridled pride.

“Wouldn’t you be mad if I did that?” Link inquires, still baffled at the idea.

“Well, no, but don’t you love your ring? Heirloom and all that,” she says.

Link cringes. “Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I do.”

“So?”

“So, I still kind of want to and I’m not sure what that means.”

They watch the screen together.

“Do you wanna stay married?” she asks, in a small voice.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

There’s a long pause.

“To me?” she asks, her voice even smaller.

“Yes,” he breathes in.

She squeezes his hand, her confidence built back up. She begs him to join her.

“And him?” Christy whispers.

They both look the screen, the lens centered on the two of them, but their gaze is mutually torn to where Rhett stands wiping a tear from his eye at Christy reciting the last of the vows that he wrote her. Wrote him. Wrote them both.

She squeezes his hand again.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

She leans her head on his shoulder.

“You should probably get another ring, then,” she jests. “We shouldn’t have to share everything.”

The slate is clean.

There’s a lot he wants to say to Rhett about it, but just as before, he’s relied on Rhett to give him the right words to say. So, instead of words, he starts wearing Rhett’s ring.

Then, a new one, when he realizes he can match him separate from the other, all told. Have something of Rhett’s, all to himself.

In his unspoken push towards something more, their hands now match along with their steps, as they walk forward.

On the last week in July, they get ice cream at the fifth place that month to mistake them for husbands, but the first one he hears Link crow an affirmative in response.

Rhett waits for him while he triple-tips the cashier (for the guess) and pays for their cones.

“Bad joke,” Rhett says, softly, but firm.

“Who’s kidding?” Link parries back, a smirk dancing it’s way across his lips.

Rhett watches him with a wistful look of disbelief.

“Link, we’re married,” Rhett warns him.

Link shrugs. “I know. I’m just waiting for you to figure that out and minding my ice cream here, all right?”

He’s got a mouthful of vanilla bean and extra cookie crumble, the next second, so his vow ends there.

Later, at home, Rhett startles Jessie awake when he fully realizes Link’s words.

He shakes her awake. He shakes them both awake.

“I’m in love with Link,” he says, like it’s a confession.

She kisses him because so is she. So are most people.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Rhett repeats himself.

So does she.

They stare at each other under the cover of silk and moonlight.

“We’re married,” Rhett whispers, touching his hand to hers. Their rings clink, new and shiny.

“Yeah, and so are we,” she whispers back.

They fall asleep smiling.

The next day, Rhett sneaks up behind Link while he’s working and causes him to spill his cup of coffee. He gets the stink eye for only a minute because it’s the same length of time he can stand Link’s grumpy mug before he has to swoop down and kiss him on the lips.

“You figured it out,” Link says, grinning.

“I did,” Rhett chirps as he kisses Link more.

They take a car to their house. It’s filled with their love and the history of it; before, during, and after.

“What’s this?” Link asks, dazed in their post-sex glow, naked and alive.

He spots an old chord book of theirs from last time they wrote music.

“Oh,” Rhett says, bashful. “I came looking for you here this morning, hoping you slept over again, but, uh,” Rhett stalls, looks away and tries to take the songbook from Link’s hand. Link pulls it far enough he can’t reach. “You were already at the job.”

“And?” Link asks, using his spry, sinewy body as an advantage to slink away from the bed out of Rhett’s grip. He still has the book in hand.

“Those are your vows,” Rhett explains.

Link looks down and squints, confused. These aren’t the vows that Christy read at their wedding. He’s seen that video only a few months back and is sure of it.

“Our vows,” Rhett whispers, explaining further, at Link’s puzzled look.

“It’s a love song,” Link notes, marveling at the gesture. What it means to a young version of himself that once felt like they had surely cut out and mourned the possibility of this - all of this - ever happening. To have that thought coexist with the image of a nude, hulking tree trunk of a husband laid before him smiling up adoringly felt panoptic.

“So are you.”

Link begins to cry.

“Play it for me.”

Rhett wipes his cheek.

“Get my guitar.”

They sing twice more that night, always in harmony (not always in lyric), then spend the rest of their lives together doing much the same.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 15 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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The War Between The Mind And The Heart

At the hotel room, you cry on Laura's shoulder. She knew it, of course she did, but despite being furious at her too, you need someone. And you can't call Lucia, even though you know she's the grandmother of your child.

Yesterday, you couldn't sleep. The night was a nightmare, a torture, as you stared into the darkness with memories filling your head. All of them have Keanu in it. And they were good. When the morning finally came, you called Laura and she ran here, made you eat something as you cried and yelled and sobbed. Your head hurts, your throat is sore, and you feel like shit.

“I can't believe he did that. I trusted him with all my heart.” It comes out barely a whisper and you dry your eyes for the hundredth time with a tissue.

“(Y/N), you need to listen to me now,” Laura says, holding both your hands on hers. “You already vented and I listened. But now I must explain what happened.”

You don't think you want to listen. During the night, you even considered going to Argentine with Lucia as soon as the baby is ready to travel. But the very thought of being so far from Keanu crushed your heart, and you felt stupid to hold such felling. So now, you don't know what to do. From your position, back resting on the headrest of the bed, surrounded by pillows, you weakly nod. “Why did he lie to me, Laura? Why did you lie to me?”

She takes a deep breath before speaking. “Keanu found your car, (Y/N). You were bleeding, almost dead. And during the two weeks you were in a coma, the doctors found me, and I was in some of the meetings they had to explain your condition. Keanu paid for the best care, so they were fully dedicated to you. And this story was their idea.” Reaching out her hand, she wipes a tear away. “Daniel died only a week before the accident, and that was the reason behind it. You were sad, crying, with the pregnancy test in your bag, so you got overwhelmed in the road and crashed.” Laura makes a small pause as if gathering her thoughts. “Dr. Wright told us back there was a high chance you'd have some kind of brain damage, memory loss. So they asked Keanu if he could... Play this role, putting it in their words. Any kind of stress would put the baby in even more danger, and they thought you'd feel better to know you had someone with you.”

Looking down at your hands, you think about this new information. So Keanu didn't pull this off by himself. You get it now, why some instructions were meant to him. But still, you don't know what to think.

“He didn't want to do it. I was there when he said it wouldn't be fair to you.” Laura squeezes your hand a little. “But both you and the baby could die depending on how you'd receive the news. So he accepted.”

“But Laura, I... I fell for him. Call me an idiot, but I did.” Your voice breaks, and you try really hard not to sob again. “And the worst part is that I still love him. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Keanu fell in love with you too.” She speaks slowly as if knowing it would make you break down a little more. And it does. With both hands covering your face, you cry all over again. “And yes, I spoke to him about it. He... He wanted to tell you everything after your trip to Miami, but he couldn't.”

“Why are you helping him?” You mutter, holding back a sob.

“I'm just telling you the truth. All of it.” Moving to sit beside you, she hugs one of the spare pillows. “After the... The first time you slept together was the first time Keanu called me. Before it was always me calling to get some updates on your condition.” Turning your head to look at her, you put a strand of hair behind your ear. “He was feeling so guilty, he couldn't believe what he did.”

“What did he say?”

“He cursed himself for not stopping. For keeping the lie for so long. He was about to tell you everything but I had to stop him because the doctors were still worried about your state.”

There's a war happening inside you. Your brain tells you to forget Keanu, to move away from New York, to hate him for all the lies. But the heart, wild creature, says otherwise. It aches for him, it calls, it longs for him. And you want to cave in.

“I hate that I love him.” You mumble, hands caressing your belly. This isn't how you thought the pregnancy would end.

“Can I... Can I ask you something? On Keanu's behalf?” Laura speaks low, and you furrow your eyebrows before looking at her. “I know he's not the father, but he does love your child as if he was... So, please... If you do love him, even if you hate the way you feel, don't take the child away from him. At least... At least let him visit, wherever you decide to go, if you decide to go somewhere else.”

Her words make more tears roll down. It may not be fair with Daniel, but you do wish Keanu was the father. Liam knows his voice, as well as he knows yours. Ever since the obstetrician said the baby could listen and was able to distinguish the voices, you both started talking even more to the bump. You wonder if he'd miss Keanu as much as you already do.

“I don't know what to do... Liam's bedroom is there.” Your home is there, with him. “Tell me what to do, Laura. And I'll do it.” Begging, you run a hand through your hair.

“I can't. You must figure that out by yourself.” Laura bumps her shoulder against yours playfully. “Have you spoken to Lucia?”

“I still don't like her.”

“You never did.” She adds, giggling. “Neither did Daniel. But I believe she'll head back to Argentina after the baby is born and maybe call once a month and visit on Christmas. But other than that she'll disappear.”

You probably shouldn't feel so relieved, but that's exactly the feeling that washes over you. “Laura... What... Did Keanu had any plans? For what he'd do after telling me the truth?” This is something you've been wondering all night, but still, you're not sure you want to know. But now that the words left your mouth, and there's no way you can take them back.

“(Y/N), Keanu wants to marry you.” Laura's voice gets lower, and as she stares at you, your eyes are glued to the blue wall across the room. “A real wedding. A ceremony, a party... Everything. But he was expecting this.”

“Expecting what?” You burst out.

“That you would never want to meet him again.”

Shaking your head lightly, you look at your hands. Could you even do that? Would you have the strength to stay away from him? It's only been a night and half the day, but you already miss him. “I don't know what to do... And I don't really have much time to think.”

“How close is the baby?”

“Very close. This is week 38, so the doctors said I should be prepared even though it may still take a week or two.” Both your hands lay on your belly, huge and swollen. It started to lower a little, and you know it's another sign that your time is coming. And that makes more tears fill your eyes. “I'm so scared, Laura...”

“I can imagine.” Putting an arm around your shoulders, she kindly smiles. “You know you have me, right? Call and I'll get here as fast as I can. And if you want, you can stay with me. The apartment isn't big and I don't have space for an extra bedroom for the baby but you'll be welcome and we'll make it work.”

“Thank you, Laura.” Crying again, you hug her the best you can with your belly getting in the way.

“You're welcome, honey.” She let go of you, and you take a deep breath. “I'll have to go now, I have a client on the other side of city and it's a hell of a long drive. Will you be ok?”

“Yes.” You won't, but you can't tell her that. “I'll call you if anything happens.”

“Alright, honey.” After some more goodbyes, Laura leaves and you're left alone again.

The silence is deafening. This damn hotel room makes you feel sick, so you lock yourself in the bathroom to take a long shower. It doesn't help. The tears and the water become one, and you can't tell the difference. There's this heavy feeling in your chest, like you're suffocating. Everything you knew ever since you woke up is a lie. Liam is the only real thing, and now, he won't have a father.

“Do you miss him too, baby?” You ask him, voice so weak you can barely hear yourself above the spray of water.

You wish he could answer, you wish some kind of miracle happened to push you in the right direction... And you know, deep inside, that your heart wants this path to lead back to Keanu.

An hour later, you're leaving the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your body, using another to finish drying your hair. Standing by the bed, you pick some clothes from your open baggage, choosing something comfortable to sleep in. Then suddenly, a sharp pain rips through your abdomen, moving down your thighs and back. Bending over, you bite down a groan. When the pain is starting to fade away, you feel something flowing down your thighs, soaking the floor under your feet.

You freeze, trying to process what happened. Moving away from the puddle, you sit on the bed using the towel, still damp because of your hair, to clean your legs the best you can, but another wave of pain comes, making yell this time. It's happening. It's happening right now and you're completely alone. Laura is too far away, and you don't want to call Lucia.

You could call 911. Or the reception, they'd find a way to help, but there's only one person in the world you need right now. And despite your brain telling you not to give in so easily, the pain is becoming greater, ripping through your body, and it feels like you broke a bone on your hip.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, struggling a little since your sight is all blurry by the tears. When you find his number, you make the call, lying down and pulling your feet up.

“(Y/N)?” He sounds weird, voice weak and sad. But you don't have time to overthink, to try and find answers. You need him immediately. You're about to answer when the pain hits again, and you yell, voice breaking into a cry in the end. “(Y/N), what's going on?”

“My water broke.” You mutter, breathing heavily. “I need you.”

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