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[a-bucket-in-the-void]

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[fushitoru]

WE'RE COOL FOR THE SUMMER !

PAIRING: beach boy!gojo x reader SUMMARY: on your way to meet your girlfriends on your summer vacay, you encounter an unforeseen obstacle: parallel parking. It’s good you have a hot beach boy ready to help you park! maybe you’ll give him a kiss or a bj or two to thank him for his effort… WARNINGS: minors dni, fluff, smut, oral (m receiving), meet cute, not beta read at all, first fic kinda nervous

“I really don’t think I’m going to make that…” you mutter to yourself, frantically checking the distance from the car already stationed behind you as you back up. Your anxiety spikes as you keep glancing at the road ahead to see if there were any impending cars. If there are any cars that come while I’m struggling through this parallel parking, I might as well kill myself. That might be faster for both of us.

You bite your lip in frustration as you try a combination of backing up, turning the wheel, going forward, and turning the wheel again, concentrated on inching your way into the tight parking space. After being in the state of half being inside the parking space and half out, you take a break to bang your head against the wheel, cursing Shoko for leaving you alone when she insisted on catching up with you at the hotel when she saw a pizza place she’s wanted to go to. The Hawaiian pizza she abandoned you for better be really fucking good.

As you ready for yourself to struggle through finishing parking properly, your soul almost leaves your body as you hear an assertive knock against your window. You pinch your eyes for a bit, steeling yourself for the mortification you’re about to bear, and then turn. Your eyes widen.

Looking at you through your window was a tall man, hunched over with an amused smile. He had blue eyes and white hair---hair you would’ve normally thought looked weird on people because you refused to dye yours with anything but naturally occurring colors, but it just worked on him. Without making him look like he was a weird otaku cosplaying an anime character.

Needless to say, you’re nervous and feel your face burning up as you roll down your window. “Hi, I know that I’m taking up a lot of space, but I’m just struggling through parking this right now. I’m really sorry. They did not teach this to me in driver’s ed---”

“Hey, hey. Calm down. You’re okay,” he chuckled. Wow, his voice was deep. Not crazy deep that he sounded like those TikTok guys straining their voice for their thirst traps or anything, but enough to definitely be deemed a panty wetter. “I’m Satoru. Let me park your car for you.”

Oh. Well, that was helpful. Kind of overwhelmed, you choke out a “oh, thank you” and get out of the car. As soon as you open your door, you blush at the rest of Satoru----he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt in the sluttiest way possible with some shorts. You covered your nose in case you got a nosebleed at the sight of his shirt open, glistening abs on full display.

As he got in, you awkwardly stood by his car, parked perfectly behind you. You gaped as he effortlessly got your car out of the weird orientation you had put it in and parked it, a perfect distance between the cars surrounding it.

He shifted the gears to park it and got out of the car, walking up to you. “So…what’s a girl like you doing out here?” He places his arm on top of his car, effectively caging you between his cars and his bare chest.

You cursed yourself as you began to feel yourself burning up in his oh so close gaze. “Uh, I’m here on a trip with my friends.” You were finding it hard to find a place to look at. Eye contact was impossible with piercing blue eyes looking at you, lidded, and you would probably face charges if you stole any more glances at his chest. You decided to keep looking at his biceps.

He smiled confidently. He knew he was hot, and maybe he even had pussy vision that consulted him on what to do around you because wow you sure were nervous and going crazy down there. “Where’s your boyfriend? Can’t believe he left you to park on your own, baby.”

Oh. “I don’t have one.” His gaze widened imperceptibly, and, slowly, he lowered his gaze to rake over you. Meanwhile, you were freaking out. No one this hot had ever flirted with you, except for some frat boys that were trying to get into your pants during college. You weren’t such a fan of STDs, though.

“You sure? It’s hard for me to believe a pretty girl like you isn’t cuffed up.” You would’ve scoffed at how obvious he was being, but you hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. And this was your ticket out of your dry spell.

It was time to lock in.

You put a hand on his shoulder and leaned back onto his car, flashing him a smile. “You know what? I really want to…show you my gratitude. Can I give you anything?”

Suddenly, you felt his face inching closer to you. His voice was breathy when he said, “Yeah, I can think of something.” He was looking at your lips, and you could feel his breath fanning your face. Clearly waiting for your consent, you pulled him in both arms to lock your lips together.

Satoru grabbed your waist and forced his leg between your thighs. You whimpered when you felt his knee rubbing you directly on your pussy as you continued kissing him. For stability, you started dragging your hands up and down his torso, finally having an excuse to feel up his abs.

You two went back and forth for a few minutes before pulling away, panting. You faux pout, trailing your pointer finger over his chest. “You know, I don’t really think that showed enough thanks. Can I give you a little something more inside my car?” You look up at him with doe eyes only to see him with a wide gaze and blushing face. He nods, and you grab his arm to drag him into your backseat.

“Aw, give it a little kiss, baby. It’s so excited to see you,” Gojo remarks down at you, but soon afterwards groans, throwing his head back when you give his tip a little kiss. You start kissing his cock all over, making sure to look at him as he falls apart over your mouth. Fondling his balls, you give his tip gentle licks, teasing him. And it clearly agitates him---he starts thrusting up, trying to get himself inside your mouth.

“Please, baby, don’t be mean,” he whines, “Be a good girl and open your mouth.” Done teasing him, you fully envelope him in your hot mouth, bobbing your head and trying to take him in.

He hisses as soon as he feels your mouth on him and starts blabbering. “Wow, baby, your mouth is so good. So tight and hot f’ me.” Blinking away your tears, you finally take your eyes away from his dick to look up, panties immediately sullied from the sight above you: him looking down, face strained and hot from the pleasure he was receiving. His abs clenched every time you took him In further, your hot breaths through your nose fanning his pelvis.

His hand comes down, stroking your head gently as you continue taking him in your throat. “You’re thankful, baby?” You nodded. “Lemme grab your hair for a bit, I’ll feel really thanked.” You bunch your hair in a ponytail, giving him the opportunity to grab it. He does as promised; he grabs your hair by the scalp and starts moving your head over his cock, setting his own pace with your mouth.

You can tell by his ragged breaths that he’s getting close; you start gently touching his balls again, which sends him over the edge. With a choked take it, baby, he spills inside your mouth. You, of course, take it in. As soon as he’s down from being overwhelmed from his high, you open your mouth to show him the cum you have on your tongue. He groans upon the sight, and you swallow it. He pulls you up and slowly gives you kisses across your face, and you reciprocate. After another heated make out session, you exchange numbers and a goodbye kiss.

Locking your car and walking out to finally enter your hotel,  you fantasize about meeting up with him later to do more debauched things. You were really excited for this summer.

a/n I might do more parts of this if people want more! I have some other ideas for jjk men that I’ve been dying to write so I will be doing those too :3

also sorry for any mistakes it’s unedited bc I got impatient and wanted to post it

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Guys My Age

Summary: Guys your age just can't seem to treat you right. What's going to happen when you set your eyes on a tall mustached aviator? This is based on the song Guys My Age by Hey Violet.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Afab!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings:Plot and then filfth. MINORS DNI 18+. Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, strip clubs, age gap like 15ish years, rowdy men and catcalling. If I missed any please inform me.

Word count: 4362(pretty sure this is the longest thing I have ever written)

Masterlist

I haven't seen my ex since we broke up

Probably 'cause he didn't wanna grow up

Now I'm out and wearing something low-cut

'Bout to get attention from a grown up

It had been months since you and your ex had broken up. His lack of maturity made the relationship unbearable. He claimed to be comfortable with your job as a club owner and exotic dancer when the two of you first started dating. But as time went by you could clearly tell he despised what you did. It had been about 6 months since you had danced, deciding to stay behind the bar for the most part serving the patrons. The occasional crowd work thrown in here and there. Tonight you adorned one of your favorite lingerie pieces: a pale yellow lacy corset bra with matching high waisted bottoms and heels in the same pale yellow were on your feet.

You were desperate to get attention from someone older and wiser,  that actually knew what they were doing. So when you saw a group of guys walk into the club that you instantly recognized as aviators from the way they carried themselves you figured you’d pick one off from the group. It didn’t take you long to find your target. A tall mustached brunette stood at the back of the crowd, a floral Hawaiian shirt thrown over a white t-shirt. 

You watched from behind the bar as they found a table to sit at that wasn’t far from the stage but not too close as to miss the rowdier groups. As one of your regulars came up to the bar you turned away from where the group was to grab his drink. You handed him his drink and got a thank you in response. Turning back around you noticed one of the aviators propped up against the bar with a cocky smile on his face. 

“What can I get for you boys?” You asked him with a polite smile on your face glancing over his shoulder at the rest of his group. 

“I’m gonna get two pitchers of blue moon and a couple bottles of rootbeer please.” he answered you while sliding his card across the bar top to you giving you a wink you were sure had other girls falling on their knees for him “I’m going to open a tab while I’m at it as well dollface.”  

“Sure thing. I’ll bring them over to your table as soon as I have them for you.” you said as you took his card putting it next to the register. He tapped the bar twice with his right hand before turning and walking back to his table. You made quick work of gathering the drinks before putting them on a tray with the cups and carefully weaving through the slowly growing crowd. Once you reached the table you put the tray in the middle. 

“If you aviators need anything else let me know.” You said as you looked around the table your eyes finally catching on the tall brunette you saw earlier. You sent him a wink before turning back around making sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual. 

'Cause you hold me like a woman

In a way I've never felt before

And it makes me wanna hold on

And it makes me wanna be all yours

It had been almost an hour since you delivered their drinks. The same blonde as before had been up again for another pitcher. You had made eye contact with the handsome stranger numerous times within that hour. You were growing very antsy behind the bar wanting nothing more than to have his full attention on you. Finally you decided enough was enough and called for one of the other girls to come and stand behind the bar in your place. 

His eyes didn’t drag over your body as so many others did as you neared him. He kept his eyes on your face, a sly smirk making its way onto his face. You returned the smirk, a spark of mischief dancing in your eyes. Luckily his chair was angled away from the table so it gave you a perfect opportunity to get your plan rolling. His eyebrow quirked up as you came to stand between his legs. You bit your lower lip between your teeth as you lowered yourself onto his lap. You leaned your back against the table, crossing your legs and draping your left arm around his shoulder. 

You heard a cough somewhere behind you but paid it no mind as you moved your head next to his. “Hiya handsome.” you purred into his ear before pulling back to look at his face. He had a slight blush blooming over his cheeks and his eyes had widened a bit in surprise “What’ca fellas up to tonight?” You asked him bringing your right hand up to play with the chain around his neck. 

“We’re out celebrating a successful run at life.” Someone said from behind you while the man you were perched on looked down at your hand seemingly speechless. As you leaned back you felt his arm come up to buffer between your back and the table. His hand splayed across your side. A chill worked through you as his thumb lightly stroked the lace of your bra.  

You’d rarely had someone in here touch you so respectfully. It was normally rough grabby hands trying to get to any part of you they could. Some hands made you feel a little sticky and gross by the time they were off you. But his hold on you made you feel respected. You couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have his hands all over you. Claiming you as his with every brush across your skin. You knew just by looking at him that he’d ruin you for every other man. 

Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

You continued to sit upon his lap as he asked you questions about yourself. He started with a simple question asking you what your name was. You gave him your stage name rather than your actual name. No matter how attractive he was, you still had to be cautious. Then you asked his name in return.

“Well Honeysuckle since we're going with callsigns my names Rooster.” He told with a playful smirk on his face. That had you letting out a small giggle. Then he was asking you some simple things like your favorite color and how long you had been working at the Garden of Eden. He was pleasantly surprised when you told him you owned it. 

“My best friend Lilac and I have worked here since we were 18 and in business school. Once me and her turned 21 the old owners talked about selling and we decided to go in on it together. So we’ve owned it for 3 years now.” His smile faltered a little at that, the hand that found its way to your knee fell back to his side. He cleared his throat a little before speaking. 

“So you’re 24 then?” he asked you barely above a whisper, if the music wasn’t so quiet you wouldn’t have heard him. A sheepish smile adorned your face, a light blush working up your neck to your cheeks. 

“Is that an issue?” You asked him quietly, your confidence slowly diminishing. 

“I’m just slightly older than you, honey that's all.” His mustache twitched as a comforting smile formed. 

“That’s alright Roo, guys my age don't know how to treat me. They don’t know how to touch me. They don't know how to love me good.” You whispered into his ear, nipping it slightly as you pulled away. You don’t know if he shuddered at the nickname, your words or your actions but you smiled at him all the same. Your eyelashes fluttered a few times as you stared into his eyes. 

Guys my age don't know how to keep me

Don't know how to keep me

Don't know how to keep me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

“Would you mind walking me home? I don’t live too far but I'm awfully afraid of wandering around by myself.” A lustful look worked its way into his eyes as you slightly adjusted yourself in his lap. You could feel the hardness of his cock straining against his jeans as you moved. You already knew if you slipped your hand between your legs you’d find a wet patch. 

“Do you have a shift to finish honey?” He asked you breathlessly. 

“I don’t think they’ll mind you keeping me from them for a night.” Though really he’d been keeping you all night anyways. Your eyes nor your thoughts had wandered from the man underneath you since you sat down. You’d never been so inraptured by a guy before. There was just something about Rooster that had your mind fuzzy. It was your turn to shudder this time as his fingers on your back slowly dragged down your spine. 

All he ever wanted was to go down

What we supposed to do with all his friends around? Yeah

Smoking weed, he'd never wanna leave the house

Got an empty cushion on that sofa now

Told him, "Good luck with the next one."

Maybe she'll be just as immature

Gotta thank him, he's the reason

That I'll find out what I'm looking for

Rooster moved you so you were standing up between his legs. He turned to the table and told his friends that he was gonna head out and he’d find his own way back home. After grabbing your coat you swapped out your heels for a pair of vans. You told lilac you were heading out. Then found yourself walking hand in hand down the street with rooster towards your apartment. Your thoughts briefly flashed to your ex. 

He’d never been interested in spending time at your place or with your friends. It was rare that you guys were intimate with each other. His friends made it hard for anything to happen. He’d always wanted to spend time getting high with them while watching trashy tv shows. It was a relief for you to finally get off of that sofa. 

You’d wished him luck when you broke things off. The only way he’d be happy was with someone as childish as he was. At the moment you thought about sending him a thank you note. If he hadn’t been so immature you’d never have found what you were looking for. Not a boy like your ex but a man like rooster. 

Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

Your mind cleared up from your thoughts as rooster tucked you into his side. You hadn’t noticed the group of guys standing near one of the bars until then. He glared at the guys over your head as you walked by. They were letting out low whistles and catcalls. Rooster moved his hand down to the small of your back. You followed the silent direction quickly, walking a little faster trying not to trip. 

The feeling of his hand on your back thumb stroking lightly like it did in the club had warmth blooming between your legs. You had decided to keep on the lingerie set since you were heading straight home and could change there. Unless the night went where you hoped it was. The thought of the aviator at your side having his hands all over you had your head slightly spinning. Luckily your apartment building came into sight as your legs wobbled a little. 

Guys my age don't know how to keep me

Don't know how to keep me

Don't know how to keep me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

He let you lead him inside as he held the door of the apartment building open. You grabbed his hand as you passed him, dragging him along behind you. He followed you with a grin on his face and lust in his eyes. His thumb smoothed over the back of your hand as you neared your door. Your other hand dipped into your pocket and fished for your keys. You paused before inserting the key into the lock. You turned to him suddenly. 

“You’re not allergic to cats are you?” you asked him curiously. 

“I am not honey, I love cats actually.” He gave you a beaming smile. You nodded your head and unlocked your door. You dropped your keys into the bowl next to your front door before toeing your shoes off. “Would you like a glass of water or anything?” You asked him as you shrugged your jacket off hanging it on the rack by the front door. He shook his head as he toed his shoes off next to yours. His eyes found their way back up to your face. You moved to him then in a few quick steps until you were almost nose to chest. 

“Kiss me?” you asked him in a hushed tone. The only answer he gave you was his lips crashing against yours. 

So I'm never going back

No, I'm never going back

His mustache tickled your face as he kissed you slowly. One of his hands came up to cup your face as one of yours came up to his chest. As the kiss deepened you took to working his shirt off his body. The hawaiian shirt fell to the floor at your feet before you were pulling back to work your hands under his t-shirt. He moved a hand behind his head before pulling the shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the apartment. You moaned as his lips came back to yours. 

You fumbled with the button of his jeans trying to get them off as well. He stilled your hands once you got the button undone. Pulling back you cocked your head to the side. He must of seen the question in your eyes because he was cupping your face in his hands. “How about you show me to your bed honey.” he asked you. You nodded enthusiastically before turning and walking towards your bedroom swaying your hips much like you did in the club. 

He followed you quickly, his hands reaching for your waist as you entered your room turning on the lights. He moved your hair off your neck to make room for his lips. He worked from below your ear down to your shoulder. Once he reached the strap of your bra he slipped it off your shoulder. Then he was moving his fingers up your back to the clip of your bra. 

“This okay honey?” he rasped out. 

“More than okay Roos.” You answered him. He made quick work of removing your bra letting it fall to the floor. He moved his hands down your chest which had your back slamming into him as the breath was taken from your lungs. His fingers worked your nipple until they were pebbled between them. He groaned as you ground your ass into the front of his jeans. 

“I know honey we’ll get there. Just gotta be patient. Can you do that for me?” You moaned out his name at his words furiously nodding your head. “I’m gonna take good care of you honey.” he said as one of his hands moved into your underwear. A finger dipping between your folds. Your legs gave out at the feeling of one of his rough fingers swirling around your clit. He held you up with an arm wrapped around your middle. There was no going back now. He already had you putty in his hands.

Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to please me

Don't know how to read me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

“You can tell me to stop anytime honey. Just gotta say so.” he said as his finger continued to work your clit he moved one down to your entrance. He slipped the finger inside you causing you to clench your thighs together. He groaned at how tight you felt around his finger. He slowly curled the finger inside you working you open to fit another one of his long digits inside you. Once he deemed you ready he slipped one more in. 

You let out a whimper as he started sucking marks into your neck. He worked at a gentle pace as he sucked the mark then dragged his tongue over the spot soothing it instantly. Your eyes rolled back as he slipped a third finger into your cunt. “You’re doing so good for me.” he whispered into your ear as he worked his fingers into you at a quicker pace. Finding that spot inside you that had your climax quickly approaching. 

“I-i-i’m so cl-close.” You stuttered out your head lullying to the side. He moved the hand up that was wrapped around your middle and rolled your nipple between his fingers again. That was your undoing; you let out a whimper that was utterly pathetic but you had no mind to care as your climax slammed through you. 

Once your mind cleared up slightly he pulled his fingers from your underwear. You watched through lidded eyes as he slipped his fingers between his lips. He let out a choked groan at the sweetness that met his tongue. “I think I know why you’re called honeysuckle now. You’re as sweet as everyone I’ve tried.” 

Guys my age don't know how to tease me

Don't know how to leave me

Don't know how to need me

Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

He dipped down bumping the back of your knees softly causing you to fall into his arms. He carried you bridal style over to your bed. Laying you down he stood up working to take his pants off. He was left in just his underwear as he moved onto the bed bracing his arms on either side of your head holding himself up. You looked up at him through lust hazed eyes giving him a lazy smile. Your hand worked it’s way up into his hair pulling his lips down to yours. One of your hands moved down to his boxers slipping underneath to grab at his cock. 

He moaned as you gripped him, your thumb running along the tip spreading the precum that had leaked out. You used the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth, tasting some of yourself on him. You wrapped your hand around him slowly working up and down. Your thumb occasionally grazing his tip. 

“I won’t last much longer if you keep that up honey.” he told you, pulling back slightly to rest his head against yours. 

“I want you inside me.” Is all you managed in response, hips grinding up to meet his. He nodded his head, his mustache tickling your forehead in the process. He moved down your body as your hand slipped from his underwear. His fingers moved into the sides of yours. You lifted your hips allowing him to slip them off your legs. Once he got to your feet he pulled them all the way off then worked his own down his legs. You gulped as you took him in. He was bigger than any other guy you'd been with and you worried for a second how he would fit. 

He seemed to notice your worry as he stalked back up the bed to hover over you again. One of his hands resting between your legs again. He worked his fingers back between your folds but this time he ghosted over your clit. You tried to close your legs desperate for some relief but he stopped you moving one of his legs between yours. He brought it up further until it was resting where you wanted him at most. You ground down along his thigh, your slick coating his skin.  

He let you do as you please for a moment, loving the way you whimpered and shuddered under him. Shaking slightly as another orgasm slowly worked your way. He ducked down so his face was at your chest and took one of your nipples between his lips. Sucking lightly at the bud his tongue swirling around it. Just like that your second orgasm came crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your moan getting stuck in your throat. 

“Good girl honey. Think you can give me another one?” he asked as he moved to line himself up with your entrance. 

“Please, please, please.” You begged him, hands scratching at his back, legs coming to wrap around him pulling him closer to you. 

“Take a deep breath for me.” He whispered to you, so you followed his instruction. Then he was fully sheathed inside you causing the both of you to moan loudly. Your head rolling to the side as his fell to your neck breathing you in. 

“You can move.” you told him after a moment of enjoying the stretch he gave you. He nodded against you. He moved his hips back before slowly moving back in. His mouth fell open, his tongue coming to lick a stripe up your neck before he was connecting your lips to his. One of his hands intertwined with yours on the mattress next to your head. His other hand was holding your hip to keep him stable. Your hand that wasn’t in his was tangled in his hair. 

“Faster.” you whispered out into the calm of your room. He obliged the request pulling out before slapping his hips back into yours. He set a faster pace, the both of you moaning and whimpering. His breath fanned along your neck as he shuddered above you. You could tell he was close with the way his hips started to stutter. Much to your surprise he moved a finger between your bodies and started to circle your clit. The pace of his finger matching the pace of his thrusts. 

You let out a loud whine as you clenched around him, your third orgasm wrecking its way through your body. He moaned and lightly bit down on you where your neck and shoulder met. His hips jerked erratically before he was spilling into you. He collapsed onto you but somehow kept his full body weight from crushing you. You both lay there your fingers scratching at his scalp as you both calmed down. 

So I'm never going back

Don't know, don't know, don't know

No, I'm never going back

Don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back

No, I'm never going back

“Where’s your bathroom at?” He groaned as he slipped out of you. You lazily pointed to the door attached to your room. You sat staring at your ceiling thoughts racing through your head as he slipped from the bed. There was no way you could ever be with another guy after him. 

You were starting to drift off as you felt a hand on your leg. Blinking open your eyes you saw him grinning at you and noticed he had slipped his boxers back on. You also noticed he had a washcloth in his large hands and slowly whined as he worked it between your legs slowly and gently cleaning up your aching cunt. 

“There ya go honey.” he said as he withdrew his hand. He stood back up and walked over to your hamper, throwing the rag away. He then held a bottle of water out to you that you hadn’t even seen him get. Slowly you sat up leaning against the pillows on your headboard taking the water from him. “We’ll get you to the bathroom when you’re ready.” he said softly, watching you drink the water. 

“I’m ready now.” you said as you finished the water. He helped you stand up which you were thankful for as your legs wobbled beneath you. He walked you to the bathroom letting you have some privacy as you went to the bathroom and washed your hands. When you made your way back out of the bathroom he had his shirt laid out on the bed and your cat was laying at his feet. You put his shirt on silently. 

“Are you gonna stay the night?” you asked him hesitantly. Not sure if he was planning to stay for a little while longer before leaving or if he was in fact going to stay the night.

“I was hoping to if that's okay with you?” He said with a dopey grin. Sliding to the other side of the room you flipped off the lights. Then you made your way back to your bed slipping in beside him. He reached out for you in the darkness of the room until he found your hand. He gently pulled you to him. You laid there for a moment, your head laying on his chest. His hand was moving through your hair slowly soothing you into slumber.

Before you could drift off he spoke up. “Are you by any chance on the pill?” he asked to which you giggled. 

“I have the IUD.” You answered him and he let out a relieved sigh. 

“My names Bradley by the way.” you once again giggled and told him your name. 

“Goodnight Bradley.” You whispered to him. 

“Goodnight honey.” He replied, mustache tickling your forehead as he gave it a gentle kiss. Your last thought before you slipped into sleep was that there was no way you were going back to guys your age.

A/N: This is my first time ever writing Rooster so forgive me if this was terrible. Please be careful about bringing home strangers. Always have the condom talk before sex. Aftercare is a must and going to the bathroom is the safest thing you can do to avoid any infections!

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[icegirl03]

Holiday/Hotel Blurb

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Summary: The dagger squad decided to take a one week holiday. This will be the first time that Roo will see you wearing something other than your flight suit. But things will get heated after a truth or dare game.

This could be a possible series?

Warnings: swearing? Drinking,slightest angst if you squint your eyes.

You were having a coffee while standing on the balcony of your shared hotel room together with Natasha and Penny when you saw Bradley's bronco parked in front of the hotel building,soon to be followed by Fanboys car. Jake and Mav were with Bradley as they get out and carry some boxes of alcohol to their hotel room.

Jake knocked on your door,and since Natasha was in the shower and Penny was drying her hair you opened the door. You totally forgot you were wearing only a shirt and very short shorts, your hair was down,which was something new from the military bun.

"Hey there pretty ladies" Jake smirked and his southern accent showing off "We have just arrived,if you want us we will be on the suite in front of you." He winked.

The guys got the suite since all of you would gather later into the night to drink and join their room. The suite had two queen sized beds and two normal ones.

"Should we come over around 10 Bangman??"

"It's Hangman darling, and yeah I think that's good"

"Like it matters" you rolled your eyes when you notice Bradley standing behind Jake.

"Cat got your tongue?" You tease him. Usually he always teases back but this time he just shook his head and went to his shared room.

Jake cleared his throat and removed his arms from the doorframe.

Before you closed the door you heard Bradley tell Jake something along the lines of "I can't believe I saw her like that, her hair looked so nice"

You just giggled and locked the door,you turned around to see Nat and Penny staring at you with a smirk.

"Don't look at me like that. You were both busy so I had to open the door. I totally forgot what I was wearing"

"Yeah well you better think what you will wear for tonight" Nat chuckled as she was trying on different shirts.

You open your suitcase just to find a hawaiian shirt,which was definitely not yours,but you were sure it smelled like someone's cologne who's very familiar to you.

"Shit,our clothes must have been mixed up" even though you were kinda glad this happened.

"Maybe you just found out what to wear" Penny grinned.

"UM,NO" you almost screamed at the thought of you wearing his shirt. His precious hawaiian shirt.

-------------fast forward 10:00-----------------

You showed up in a short tank top and shorts, and on top of you, of course,Bradley's shirt.

The suite was absolutely amazing, the beds were so big and the room had a jacuzzi inside. The guys were waiting for you and the girls, while Maverick was putting some alcohol bottles on the table, Penny went to kiss him, meanwhile you and Nat just joined the rest of the guys.

Bradley was absolutely speechless.

"Cat got your tongue Bradshaw?"

You teasingly ask.

He swallows hard,his eyes not leaving your body.

"Not just my tongue,seems like this cat got my shirt too" he has a grin on his face.

Your cheeks redden and you take the shirt off. "Yeah sorry,found this in my bag,maybe it got mixed up so I thought I'd surprise you."

"You surprised all of us darling, never knew your hair was this long" Jake commented. He was wearing a white shirt and grey shorts, while Brad was wearing a black tight shirt and grey sweatpants. Honestly made you look twice at him.

It was refreshing not yo see each other in uniform the whole time.

"Hey are we drinking or not?" Mav joined all of you.

"Shit yeah,pass me a beer" you grab a beer and give it to Nat,also grabbing one for yourself too.

"Hey Y/N take a seat", Coyote said,petting the bed he was supposed to sleep tonight. You gladly sat together with Nat and him,Bradley and Jake sitting on the other bed while the rest were talking about something.

Bradley wished you were sitting on his bed instead but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Say why don't we play a game,maybe truth or dare" Bob said.

"Oh come on, I haven't played that since I was 16" you scoff,hoping the rest would agree. You knew things would get heated and they would ask all types of questions.

"No I think its a great idea,let's have some fun shall we?" Jake said as you all got into a circle, Rooster in front of you.

The bottle spins,ends on Rooster. Jake has to ask the question.

"Hey Rooster,I'll go easy on you. Which one of these pretty ladies you'd rather kiss? If you don't answer you'll have to take two shots"

Bradley took a deep breath and suddenly all eyes were on you. Bradley was looking at you in a way you never felt before. Almost with hungry eyes he took the glass and put it to his lips,taking the shot,not breaking eye contact the whole time. You had shivers up your spine. The silence broke when he smashed the glass down on the table again.

Fanboy cleared his throat,continuing the game,the rest of the questions didn't matter,what you noticed was Bradley's eyes on you the whole time.

Until it was your turn. Penny had to ask you.

"Y/N, is there someone you prefer out of this group? Someone you like,or maybe even love?" She had a huge smile growing on her face. You blushed hard,feeling everyone staring at you.

You took the courage to say

"No,I don't like anyone"

Bradley got up furiously and left the room,slamming the door. Where the hell did he go?

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Should I make a part 2? :")

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[ppatricia34me]

Isn't it lovely part 4

I released an Eyebrow, but with a quick glare from Emma and Carly I complied, Emma was the closest to the tinger and i was at the end and Carly was in the middle.

He pulled us Carefully in and once we were submerged he called ���Ready?” We all nodded our heads in agreement, And then we are plunged.

It was dark and cold, Like how most space magazines describe the vacuum of space, but then we saw a bright light, The tiger animatronic that can just over to a yellow door and we all floated over to it, he pulled us in and we were Transported into a black lightt arcade, An animatronic band playing on a stage and children running arond Well parents watched on from the seating room.

My eyes wide and the place was enormous.

“Qwine, your clothes, theyve changed!” The girls Exclaimed pulling me out of my head.

I looked down, I was now in a burgundy Velvet suit with Brown dress shoes,I Slowly spend around to get a better look at my suite, I then stoped and looked at the girls, Only to have my eyes widened, Carly had her Long blonde hair curled in a half up half down Style wearing a white Midi Dress with a Mint Plaid, and Puff sleeves and a Square necklinen, Emam had on Midi Dress with dark blue Plaid and the same Puff sleeves and a Square necklinen, Turn long brown hair with styled in a curled up Bun with ringlets, Both rocked a pair of small black heels.

“You ladys look grate!” I smiled warmly at them, they both smiled at me, First genuine smile either of us showed each other sice Patricia was dranged away.

“ Hay wears the tinger guy?” Carly Suddenly asked, we all looked arond, only to find him over at the bar, grabbing drinks, he looked Different however instead of his faded black band t-shirt he wore, A '70s rockstar white jumpsuit.

He caught our eyes and waved, and made his way over to us, seting down a tray of drinks for us.

“Ok now its time to blend in, If Mr. Davis Suspects anything amiss he’ll In prison you across his multiple pizzerias,so act like your supposed to be here!” The white tinger spoke in a hushed tone.

We all nodded in argument as we sat in a booth alltogther.

“Ok but Shouldn't we have a cover story?” I asked, the white tinger smiled, Getting his head agreement enthusiastically.

“Totally, Oh I should have Introduced myself to make this easier, My names Tiger Rock, whats all of yours?” he smiled Awkwardly rubbing the back of snack .

“I’m Qwine, the Young woman with brunette hair is Emma and the blonde is Carly, Our fiend Patricia is a young women with Ginger hair, as you know shes the one were looking for.” I Introduced everybody nonchalantly.

Tinger Rock smiled and shook everyone's hand, then he Turned his attention back to our plan.

“Ok since I'm more familiar with this place than you guys, I’ll take the lead, Quinn your act is my right hand I'll tell people your my Apprentice At some big company I run, Emma and Carly I know it Sounds juvenile but You too can be my ladys, Mostly hanging off of me and my every word.” Tiger rock exclaimed.

We all Took a moment to soak in the plan but then agreed to it, After all he was right none of us knew how this place even worked.

Soon a waitress arrived at our table, Wearing a standard-looking uniforms and a big old fake smile plastered on her face.

“Wellcome, what can i get you 4 today?” the Waitress asked leaning in slightly.

“Um, A large Hawaiian pizza please!” Tiger rock spoke up a bit of nervousness in his tone.

The Waitress nodded her head and sped off.

We all Collectively took a sigh relief once she was gone.

“Is the Staff here always so creepishly smiley?” I asked raseing an eyebrow.

Tiger rock let out a nervous chuckle.

“Oh you have no idea, lets just say Frowns aren't allowed by his staff in this establishment!” Tiger rock exclaimed.

Carly, Emma and I Each shared unsettled looks with each other.

 Soon our pizza came and we all dung in, the pizza wasn't bad, but nothing beat Jeffs's pizza.

“So wears Patricia’s kidnaper?”I asked as we all finished our pizza.

Tiger rock glanced around before leaning in closer. 

"H..H..His name is.." Tiger rock begaing only to be Interrupted by someone calling out his name from acrose the room.

My Eyes widened as a giant Yellow animatronic rabbit in royal blue suit came up to our table.

His bright Teal eyes made me shiver as he looked our table over.

"Hello there, Tiger Rock, Why don't you introduce me to your new friends!?” the yellow rabbit grined as he lead over our table.

“O..Oh Yes of course Mr Davis, This is Qwien my New intern, and theses lovely ladys are my dates tonight!” Tiger rock cautiously introduced.

The yellow rabbit Nodded in understanding to Tiger rock, only to  tilt his head towards myself, I could have sworn I saw a second set of sharp teeth through his fake plastered grin.

“So your his Intern Ah, Whats the name of the company?” The yellow Rabbit's eyes narrowed but his Sinister grin stayed the same.

I Fidgeted a little and cleared my throat.

“Umm, T..T..Tinger Rock music store?” I nervously spoke.

The yellow rabbit Let out a chilling Full Belly Laugh.

“Your his Intern for a fictitious business!” The yellow rabbit weezed.

I shot Tiger Rock a glare, Who returned my glare with a nervous smile and a shrug of his Arms.

Sundle I was Dragged out of my booth by the coler of my shirt, the Bright teal couer of the yellow rabbits eyes Illuminated over my face, I I felt my heart in my throat as i Anxiously stared wide-eyed at the yellow rabbit, feeling my body shaking.

I Could hear the girls gasp and tiger rock begin to Anxiously Ramble on, In a fetal attempt to Talk some sense in the obviously Psychopathic rabbit.

The Yellow rabbit only laughed His cripple my shirt tightening as he turned his attention towards Tiger rock, With his Unoccupied hand he Lunched forward and slashed Tiger rock over his face and across his chest, Exposing the wires and causing oil to leak out, I watched in Horror as the robot fell to his knees, His eyes glitching out and showing a blue screen, the girls cryed out, Running to his side and kneeling down to be with him.

 The next thing I knew the Yellow rabbit snap his fingers, and A blue door appeared, He flung the door open and threw me inside.

The last thing i saw befor succumbing to the spinning Nauseating bright room was, Red gesture shoes Overlooking my Half buried body that  was draped in the  colorful ball pit.

[fakesurprise]

The Interview

The thing is, stories only lie. You grow up hearing them, and they’re lies. Even when you’re ordered to believe them, that doesn’t make them true. Everyone said: you do not go after this one. You do not interfere in his affairs. Do. Nothing.

But the town of Bellvine treated us like kings. Like gods. We got the shit done that the police couldn’t. We did the things the gangs couldn’t. Yeah, we were scary. But we’d earned that fear. We’re made it a weapon. We kept problems away because our bite beat any bark. Because we did whatever we had to, and we kept our town safe.

Try to bring in a Wal-Mart? First your pets go missing. Maybe a friend or two. A few accidents. A wrecked vehicle. Keep pushing, and pretty soon your family is begging you to stop because it turns out that a megastore isn’t the same as having all your limbs. Funny, that. Amazing how little profits start mattering when things get physical and real. Once a suit stops insulating you from the world you learn the lessons the world teaches.

Some of them fight back. Most of the assholes know to run. We’re not good people, but we kept the town safe so that other people could be good. We did the necessary evils, so that no one else had to. We drew the lines in the sand. We burned down homes, salted lawns, and sacrificed our own before anyone else. Then he arrived.

He didn’t have a suit. He wasn’t much of anything. A background character in a drab world, fitting right in to crowds and dull offices. Only Bellvine changed. He walked and things changed. People got something in their step. Things shifted. Balances. Beliefs. The other minor gangs melted away. Even our signs vanished from the shops we protected, and no one knew how. A few people realized it was him. They’re not here anymore.

There are arrangements. Alliances. Intel. So we asked, and were told: he’s called Honcho, sometimes. He has other names. He’s a wandering magician. You do not mess with him. These weren’t requests, but orders. Magicians we’d heard of; the world isn’t so big that secrets aren’t known to people who get things done. But we didn’t take orders, and he was just a person. Even so; first vehicle stalled. Second missed. He didn’t even notice the third that tried to run him down.

The fourth one took, because it was dropped on him. A woman with him shoved him, but not far enough. Somehow, she didn’t get hit and he was alive and aware, shaking his head to clear it. Lucky sonofa – but luck only goes so far, when everyone else has clubs. Took longer than it should have to beat him unconscious. The woman was easier. She tried to intimidate us, and that doesn’t work. Not in Bellvine.

We shoved them into holding cells under the old refinery. (It went bankrupt before our time: we would have kept it going.) The doc gave them drugs, and I was having a beer while Daryl and Karen and Li kept watch. That’s the thing about power: you only have it so long as you keep fighting for it. But you become more than a ‘gang’ when you learn what you’re really fighting for. Friends. Family. The town. Only thing that matters is what you live for. Because that’s the thing you’d die for. Simple as. We kept the town safe, and we kept it whole.

I was considering whether to ask to see my kid. Wife is still scared of me, said this was the ‘wrong crowd’ and she didn’t know me anymore. Judge said I can see my kid whenever I want: the judges know what’s best for everyone. Well. They learn to. Unless they want their bread buttered with pain. But I was waiting for her to understand. I think that’s why I saw him first.

The kid was eleven. Barefoot, with bright pink jeans, a rope belt, Hawaiian top and a frilly hat. I saw him, blinked. And I figured he was with the magician and his weird friend who thought she was scary, because his clothing was sensible a moment later: dark jeans, t-shirt. Still barefoot as he walked towards me.

“Can I help you?” I said, in my best, ‘get lost or else’ tone. Never let them see you are scared.

“I don’t think so. Charlie and Honcho are here, and they should be at the hotel. But the hotel exploded in an oops, and I’d like to know why?”

“Kid. You’re in a story you want no part of. Go away, get back to your family, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”

I don’t know if the kid even heard me. His head was cocked to the side oddly, as if listening to someone else. “You people hurt Honcho.”

He didn’t move, but every instinct screamed at me to run. “East door, hostile,” I screamed instead.

Because Karen was on the roof, and she’d never made it into the army but they’d have wept with joy if she had. The kid stumbled. Blinked.

“Wow! Your bullets really want to shoot me,” he said, and dropped four from his right hand. His face shifted, and he blinked again, face oddly blank. “Nope. Not doing that.”

And he walked toward me, slowly. Li came around the corner and she had her knives out. I’d seen those make government agents bleed, and the boy just caught one, almost absently.

“Oh! I get it now. You think you’re strong.” And he walked forward, still slow. Casual. Li threw another blade, digging out a gun. I was frozen in shock. I’d never been frozen in shock in my life: I’d seen some shit, and done a fair bit more. It’s why I was in when so many others were out.

But something about the boy’s face scared me. Like he was angry, but not in any way I could understand. Like he should have looked like something, and was trying not to and it made no sense at all.

He snapped his fingers, and I heard Karen make a noise I’d never heard from any throat.

I looked up. The sky wasn’t. For a moment it was – there was something other where the sky should be, and it took Karen someplace that wasn’t a place at all. Li went to run, and hit the ground with a moan, twitching as if something heavy has fallen on her. It sounded like a car, but there wasn’t one near her.

I think Daryl tried to run, but I don’t know.

The boy turned to me. “You have keys, so you can open the door and take me to Charlie and Honcho.”

I reached down the front of my pocket, for the gun beside my keys, and came out with the keys. I didn’t mean to, but I did.

I opened the door, and the boy followed me down the stairs. I knew the way in the dark: I don’t think he even noticed it was dark.

I opened the cell with the woman in it. She stood up, staring at the boy behind me. “Jay?”

“You were hurt. So I am here to help,” the boy said, precise and distinct.

“Okay,” the woman said, and she walked past me. I didn’t mean to let her. She didn’t do anything weird, but she was past me and beside the boy, not quite touching him.

I moved to the next cell, and this one the woman opened with a quick, harsh gesture. Doing a thing, tight and controlled.

The ‘magician’ was inside. I hadn’t brought him down. I didn’t know who had. But he’d been bound to a wall, and there was blood, and it looked like a room from a bad video game, with weird symbols on the walls and body.

The boy stepped forward. Stopped. “They put him outside his body, and if we disrupt it –.”

The boy turned to me, then. His expression was terrifyingly calm. “You’re going to use the keys, unchain the wandering magician and bring him into this hallway.”

“The Bellvine Ravagers don’t –.”

“You do many things. I see that, right now. You hurt many people, trying to pretend it’s not hurt. Thinking strength like that makes you powerful, because other people bow to you. And then you use it on people who can’t harm you, and think that makes you stronger still. No one is made better by being made weak, but that is all you and yours have done. You could win hearts, but instead you glory in breaking spirits.”

The woman was still beside the boy, her eyes wide. Gaze focused on him, and not on the magician.

“The thing about power,” the boy said, softer, “is that those who wield it suffer from it, even as their victims do. And so many try and find ways around that. But that is a concern for those who use power. Not for those who are power.”

“Jay –.”

“You are going to free Honcho and bring him into the hallway, or you won’t see your family again because they will have never been,” the boy said. “But you will still remember them even if they’re not. I don’t want to be the kind of being that does that. So please do this?”

And I did it. I got the magician out, and the magician blinked and stood a moment later, unhurt and unharmed.

“Jay,” he said, soft too.

“I’m not quite Jay right now,” the boy said.

“You aged a week,” the woman said, and her calm was barbed wire.

“Oh!” The boy blinked, and somehow was just a boy of eleven again and just that.

“Did I grow?” he asked in an excited tone.

“In some way we’d rather you didn’t,” the woman said. “We can discuss it at the hotel when you fix it?”

“I can do that!” The boy vanished with the woman.

The man turned to me.

“How long have you known Jay?” he asked. There was no calm: his voice was a demand.

“Four minutes and twelve seconds,” came out of me against my will.

“And in all that time, you never saw Jay smile.” He stepped back. “There is nothing even I can do to you that is as terrible as that truth, and I want to hurt you very much right now for hurting Jay.”

I think he was going to say other things, but the shadows became a door and he walked into them without looking back at me.

I don’t know what happened to the rest of the Ravagers. I’ve never heard of you Black Chamber people. No one stopped me from leaving the town. No one – no one stops me from doing anything, but it never seems to matter. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what that boy was.

I don’t know what he didn’t do.

I haven’t gone home. I’m not sure I have anything like that anymore.

[astridhoff03]

To Paradise and back- Chapter 1

Astrid Hofferson ran as fast as she could along the harbor with her best friend Heather Wellmann. The big white cruise ship that was supposed to take them to the Caribbean was already waiting for them. The ship was supposed to leave soon and they were late. In the distance they could already hear the calls of Heather's brother, Dagur, who was already waiting for the two women with her boyfriend Eret at the railing. “Hurry up ladies.” “Come on, Heather,” Astrid cheered, grabbing her friend by the wrist. Heather laughed with her and the two ran onto the ship as quickly as they could. Laughing and completely out of breath, they stood in the magnificent, modern lobby of the cruise ship. Dagur and Eret, both dressed in colorful Hawaiian shirts, walked towards them. Dagur clapped his hands, a cheeky grin on his face. "That's what I call a sprint, ladies." Astrid huffed and blew a strand of her silky blonde hair out of her face, which fell to her waist. “Well, what can I say, boys. I wasn’t the champion in track team in high school for nothing.” From the corner of her eye, Astrid saw her friend wrap her arms around her lover. An image appeared in her mind's eye. A laughing couple lying together in a Hollywood swing and eating grapes together. Sam and her. She missed him so much. She gritted her teeth uneasily and pushed this too-beautiful, sugary-sweet memory out of her head. Sam had left her and out. There was nothing left to feel or miss. It was over. “Hey, Astrid, you’re okay,” asked Dagur, lovingly nudging her in the arm with his elbow. Astrid jumped briefly, but quickly regained her composure. Nodding, she forced a fake smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." She spun around to grab her white bag that had been resting next to her turquoise suitcase. "How about if you guys could help us with our pastries." "With pleasure, Astrid," Eret replied and immediately threw Heather's heavy suitcase over his shoulder. “You, show-off,” Heather giggled and gave her boyfriend a quick pinch on his impressive arm muscle. "Hey, only the very best for you." Dagur and Eret helped the girls bring their pastries to their cabin, of course Heather shared one with her boyfriend, Astrid had one all to herself, which she really liked. It was beautifully spacious with a bed covered in white sheets. In one corner stood a rosewood dressing table with a mirror that appeared to have been made of crystal glass. It even had a small balcony with a table and two chairs. But what surprised her most was the bath, which she thought was worthy of an empress. With a jacuzzi and a magnificent shower, the glass of which depicted the colorful motifs of a Caribbean reef. She collapsed onto the cloud-soft mattress and decided to unpack later. Now she wanted to enjoy the luxury that she would no longer have so quickly after this unique trip. She could finally forget all the stress of her work, she loved the gym, but it was usually very stressful because she had one yoga or Zumba class after the other every day until 9 p.m. Added to this were her debts, which she couldn't pay off because she wasn't paid much as a fitness trainer, and there was also the argument with her parents over her separation from Sam. It was a miracle for her that she celebrated her twenty-first birthday on a goddamn cruise ship if Eret and Dagur hadn't won the big competition. As far as she knew, the two of them had won eight tickets and before they left, Eret had mentioned that he had asked some of his friends if they wanted to come with them. Astrid didn't know any of them, but she was still very excited to meet new people and forget all the crap from home. She would get to know Eret's friends, but first she would get some sleep. She snuggled into the soft pillows and enjoyed the slight rocking of the ship as it began to move.

[amysteryspot]

Borrowed Time | Seven

Summary: The lines between Bradley's and Crystal's friendship start to get blurry.

Warnings: mentiongs of major characther death (canon - both Iceman and Goose), grief, mentions of near death experiences (canon), military inaccuracies, alcohol consumption, little bit of fluff.

Word Count: 1.8k

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It took them two days to go back to the base. Crystal was already home, helping her mother with all the paperwork that had to be done now that her father was gone.

She was in the middle of reading one of them when her phone went off. A text from an unknown number.

6 pm tomorrow?

Crystal smiled, it could only be one person.

“Who is it?” Her mother asked.

“Rooster.” She answered.

“Bradley?”

“Yes.” Crystal answered, typing an answer.

“You too are getting close again?” Sarah asked, leaning into her elbows expectantly.

Crystal looked up, recognizing the look on her mother’s face. “Don’t you get any ideas. He’s just been a good… friend.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sarah defended herself, but there was a playful smile on her lips.

“Yeah, but you thought.” Crystal huffed.

“Is it so bad that he makes you smile?”

Sighing, Crystal looked down in shame. “It is when it’s just a week away from dad’s passing.”

Sarah nodded in understanding.

“He wouldn’t want you moping around, sweetie. Your father would be happy because you’re happy.”

Crystal swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

“Oh, my love.” Her mother stood up, standing beside her so Crystal could lean on her, hugging her middle while Sarah threaded her fingers through Crystal’s hair. “He knew you loved him. That’s what matters.”

Crystal was a little weary entering the Hard Deck the next day. There were some officers from the base there already that greeted her as she passed them. Looking around she found Bradley chilling around the pool table. He was talking to Phoenix and Bob, a bottle of beer in his hand and a smile on his lips. The Hawaiian shirt caught her attention bringing a smile to her lips. When he saw her he lit up, quickly stood on his feet and made his way towards her.

“I was unsure if you would show up or not.”

“Me too.” She confesses, hands in her back pockets, unsure of how to behave. “Here.” Crystal says, extending the jacket he landed her the night before the mission.

He took it from her, fingers brushing against hers. They stayed there in a bubble, just looking at each other for a moment until someone bumped into Bradley and got’em out of their daze.

“Let’s get you something to drink.” He said, lightly placing a hand on her back to guide her to the counter.

“Penny, could you hand me another beer and…” Bradley looked at her in question.

“Make that two.” She said, smiling at Penny.

“That’s Crystal.” Bradley supplies.

“I know.” Penny said, smiling back. “How are you doing, dear?”

“Better than yesterday,” Crystal answered, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“That’s good,” Penny answered, handing them their drinks.

“Are you really doing better?” Bradley asked her, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m never sure if I am or not. Sometimes I just forget it happened and expect to find him at home when I arrive back. Sometimes it’s just hard to go back to normal life knowing he’s not here anymore.”

“From the little I knew of Iceman, he would want you to live your life the best you could.”

“Yeah, my mom said the same,” she said. “That’s why I’m here.”

“I’m glad you came.” He confesses.

“You did owe me a beer.”

Bradley smiled at that.

“How are you enjoying the winner’s victory?” Crystal asks.

“Cyclone gave us a couple of days off, but then we are getting reassigned.”

“No rest for the wicked.”

“Never.” He smiled.

Silence fell between them and, unconsciously, Crystal started to pick at her nails.

“Want to get some air?” He asked as soon as he noticed what she was doing.

Crystal nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Being between so many people was starting to make her nervous.

“I’ll just let Phoenix and Bob know I’m leaving.” He said, waiting for her to nod to wander off to his friends. Phoenix raised her glass to acknowledge Crystal that did the same. Bob nodded at her before Bradley came back.

“Let’s go then.”

They ended up at the same spot they met before the mission, sitting side by side in the sand.

“Do you regret not going?” He asked her after a few minutes.

“No,” she says without a hint of doubt. “I would’ve been overthinking too much to be able to function as I was supposed to.”

“Then you don’t agree with what I did.”

Crystal sighs. “If I think strictly rationally, no. You should have followed your orders and come back to base. I’m sure Cyclone would send a search party for Mav once the coast was clear.”

“It wouldn’t have been enough.”

“I know, and that’s why I’m grateful that you ignored your orders and came back for him,” she says. “Don’t know if I could take the blow of losing Mav so close to having lost dad.”

“I just couldn’t leave him there.” Bradley confided.

Crystal looks at him, he’s scrunching his nose, deep in thought. She knows he is considering all his history with their godfather. How close they were before Maverick pulled his papers, how they barely knew each other now. It was a heavy burden to carry alone.

“Would you?” He suddenly asks, getting Crystal off guard.

“You want the truth?”

Bradley nods. “Yes.”

“I don’t know.” She confides in him. “And that’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to go. A part of me would’ve wanted to do what you did, but the other would know it was a risk that could not pay off.”

“You’re really your father’s daughter and I say that as a compliment.” He smiled at her, making her smile too.

“Yeah, I hear that from time to time.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, just sitting there beside each other, ignoring the world around them.

“You want another?” He asked, after some time, pointing at her empty bottle.

She looked at the bottle and thought for just a second before saying “Yeah, yeah, that would be nice.”

He took it from her and got up.

“Want me to go with you?” She asks.

“No, I got it. Be right back.”

Crystal watches him go away but is quickly distracted by the sounds of the ocean. For a solid moment, she just sits there and exists without all of the weight that has been put onto her shoulders.

“Here you go,” Bradley says, sitting down beside her and handing her the bottle. “I’m sorry, I didn't want to startle you.”

“It’s okay.” She smiles, taking it from him. “Just got distracted.”

“By the ocean?” He asks, looking ahead of them, to the wild waves.

“Yes. I’ve always been drawn to the ocean.”

Bradley hums in acknowledgement. “Never liked it that much.”

Crystal turns her head to stare at him.

“Can I ask you why?”

He takes a sip of his beer and then a deep breath before answering. “My dad.”

She simply nods. Her father had told her the story about Nick Bradshaw’s death. He, much like Maverick, felt responsible for Goose’s death in some stent.

“It’s strange, I know.” He laughs. “I don’t exactly fear the ocean, it just makes me anxious.”

“Then why be in the Navy, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t know. I just had this need to fly, since I was little. My mom never liked it much, but it was all I ever wanted.”

Crystal kept to herself the fact that his mother feared so much the possibility of him becoming a pilot that she asked Maverick to pull his papers from the Academy.

“You could’ve gone to the Air Force.”

Bradley frowned, making her laugh.

“Okay, okay. My bad. Mav would never let you do it.”

His smile faded and she immediately regretted her words.

“I’m sorry, Bradley.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like it is your fault.”

“Still, I feel bad about what happened to you two.”

“It’s in the past.” Bradley sighs.

Crystal frowns in question. “Is it?”

He avoids her gaze, sipping at his drink again.

“If you two don’t talk about it there’s no way to get over it.”

“I know, I know. I just… Like having him back in my life.”

“And you can still have him back in your life. Just talk it out.”

Bradley looks at her then and smiles.

“Now I know why they call you Icebreaker.”

She laughs. “It’s the new improved version.”

“Not your first callsign?” He asks.

“No.”

“May I ask you what it was?”

“Snow.” She answers. “Not many people know that.”

“Snow.” He repeats and it sounds so intimate, like a secret, that it caught her off guard. “Another?”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Do you want a ride?” He promptly offered, helping her stand up.

“I don’t want to impose. Your friends are still at the bar, you can go back to them.”

“You’re not imposing, I’m offering,” Bradley reassured her.

“Okay.” Crystal agreed, walking with him to his car, and, like the day of her father’s funeral, Bradley opened the door for her, helping her up and into the truck.

The drive was silent, except for the background music and the sounds of the city. Crystal was still at odds about how easy it was to be around him, even in silence.

“We’re here.” He said after parking in front of her house.

Crystal sighed. “Is it bad that I don’t want to go?”

“No. No, it isn't.” He said, looking at her, his hands still on the steering wheel. “I don’t want you to go as well.”

“You’re making this very difficult, Bradshaw.”

“Difficulty is good sometimes.” He smiled at her.

“I’m a woman, I have enough of it, already.” She joked, even though it was the truth. He laughed and Crystal was sure she was screwed. “I really gotta go.”

Bradley was quick to get out of the car, running to her side and opening the door for her. She took the hand he offered, noticing how warm it was. They stood next to each other and, without second guessing, Crystal stood on her tiptoes, kissing Bradley’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Bradley.”

“Goodnight, Crystal.” He smiled at her.

She didn’t look back until she reached the door, and then she found him still standing on her sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching her.

The next day when she arrives in her office to get back to work, there’s a small blue box sitting on her desk. Crystal frowns, confused as she picks it up and opens it. Inside there’s a necklace with a small pendant of a snowflake. She can’t control the smile that appears on her lips as she makes her way to the front desk to confirm her suspicions.

“Ivone, who left this at my desk?” She showed the box to the secretary.

“Oh, it was Lieutenant Bradshaw, ma’am.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Crystal walked back to her office, leaning back into her chair, studying the delicate piece inside the box. Bradley wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

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[the-dalseum-duet]

No prompt today. Just a scene I’ve wanted to write for a while now :)

Charlie rested her tired head against the windowsill of the frigid hospital hallway. Soft rain pattered outside as she shut her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Crow’s soft curls were sprawled across her lap as he quietly snored between deep breaths. The polyester-padded bench was barely enough room to contain both of them, but it was more than enough room for them to get the rest they had neglected for months on end. 

The echo of quick, heeled footsteps rudely awoke Charlie from her impromptu nap. As she glared down the hallway, her annoyance immediately shifted into relief. Dressed in a wrinkled red blazer and fluttering black linen pants, Sara was strutting down the linoleum tiles. She looked the same as Charlie remembered her, sans the neon red hair accents of her teenage years. She had matured into the woman Charlie never got the chance to be. Her kohl-lined eyes lit up as soon as she saw Charlie, and she rushed over to greet her with a nearly stifling half-hug. 

“You survived,” Sara laughed, grinning through her crimson red lipstick. “You clever whore, you did it.”

“I couldn’t have done it without the help of this one.” Charlie ruffled Crow’s hair. “You raised him well.”

“He told you about me?” Sara asked. 

“He said you taught him everything he knew.”

“I don’t know about that.” Sara said. “He learned most of his underhanded skills from his father.”

“But you taught him how to use them.”

“He tends to undersell himself.” Sara kicked a rolling chair beside them for herself to sit on. “He’s a smart kid underneath all that hairspray and those atrocious Hawaiian shirts.”

“It’s camp, damn it!” Crow whispered, lazily pawing at Sara. She laughed and shook her head, a chorus of glass beads clinking alongside her. 

“Where have you been, if you weren’t here?” Charlie asked.

“I’ve been doing what The Court was supposed to do,” Sara said. “I’ve been hopping around South Korea for a month trying to secure more funding and goods to trade. Once I was done, Noeul said to stay where I was. He said it was too risky for me to come back, and he could figure it out with the rest of The Court.”

“So, you’ve been there for the past few weeks?” Charlie twisted her finger around one of Crow’s curls. 

“Oh, no. I went to visit my mother in Zimbabwe. The flights were cheap, and I figured that the money Noeul had been saving would be redistributed soon. It’s a beautiful country, really. I miss the quiet there compared to Dalseum.”

“I still remember how you described it to me,” Charlie nodded. “It sounds wonderful.”

“I should take you there sometime.”

“I still can’t leave,” Charlie sighed. 

“You can now.” Sara smiled. “Noeul and Gale are both dead, and I assume neither you nor Sonnet is willing to step up to the role of Emperor or Empress. I’m their last resort. Currently, I’m in charge. That’s why I flew back so soon.”

“Seriously?” Charlie quietly gasped. “Sara, you’re kidding.”

“I’m serious. I’m opening the borders. That’s going to be my first order.” 

“You are?” Charlie blinked back tears. 

“You need to go home, Blaire.” Sara lifted her chin with her hand to inspect Charlie’s face. She was visibily exhausted, and blood and tear marks stained her pale face. Still, Sara had never seen someone so beautiful. “Everyone deserves to go home.”

“But what about Marie?” Charlie said. “Isn’t she the Empress?”

“Marie is fifteen years old,” Sara said. “She needs someone to guide her. She already said that she wants her advisor to be me.”

“I’m going home,” Charlie whispered. “I’m going home.”

“You should take Crow with you,” Sara advised. “He deserves a chance at a new life, too.”

“Are we going to America?” Crow murmured, rubbing his tired eyes. 

“We should be,” Charlie said, unable to fight a smile. 

“Dude, can we go to Raising Canes?” Crow asked, pulling himself upright with the bar of the bench. 

“If you want to go to Raising Canes, then I can arrange that,” Charlie laughed. 

“Raising Canes?” Sara repeated. 

“It’s a fast food chain in America that only sells chicken,” Charlie explained, rolling her eyes. “I mentioned it once, and Crow has become obsessed.”

“If it only sells chicken, then the chicken has to be superb. Why else would it be so successful?” Crow said, dramatically shrugging. 

“Can we go to Zimbabwe, too?” Crow asked, folding his legs to sit crossed. “Do they have giraffes and stuff over there?”

“They’re not common,” Sara explained, “but you could definitely see a giraffe.” 

“Sweet!” Crow rubbed his hands together. 

“Before we make any plans,” Charlie said, “we should make sure Marie is okay.” 

“Oh, shit,” Crow sighed. “Marie.”

“What happened to Marie?” Sara asked. “I haven’t been fully informed. The broadcast cut out right before Noeul died.”

“Noeul accidentally shot her in the arm,” Charlie explained. “It hit her bicep, so she should live. Her arm has to be amputated, though.”

“Poor girl,” Sara said, staring into the bleak, sanitized expanse of hospital rooms in front of them. 

“She’ll be fine,” Crow said. “She’s tough. Sara taught us to be resilient, didn’t you?”

“Sucking up to me does not increase your chances of going to Zimbabwe.”

“What?” Crow dramatically gasped, raising his hand to his chest. “I’m offended that you would think I would ever suck up to get something I wanted.”

“Your whole bloodline is built on sucking up to get what you want, bud.” Sara affectionately patted Crow’s head. 

“At least I want a trip to Zimbabwe instead of addictive substances and prostitutes or whatever,” Crow said, leaning back onto the bench. 

“At least it’s Zimbabwe and not addictive substances,” Charlie repeated to herself. 

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

PLAYING WITH THE BOYS - B.B

PART 1; THE RIGHT TIME TO WALK AWAY

Warnings: none really, mentions of ghosting, mentions of a plane accident

Summary: Robin Benjamin who's been working at Top Gun for the last few years is called in for a special mission. Except this one brings back the ghosts of her past.

Wordcount: 1.5k

Robin walked down the steps into the bar, looking around at the busy hustle and bustle that she had gotten used to. 

She loved living in the bar and working at Top Gun helping out new recruits but after she'd been told about the new mission that would bring back the best pilots in the country and they'd need her to help man the mission as the Communications director, she didn't know who'd be coming back. 

There was a group of them that she knew like Hangman and Phoenix but she didn't know many of the others. 

Someone that she did know was the older man that was sitting at the bar. Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell was the man who broke up with her mother but was also a major family friend.  

She walked over, standing behind the bar and taking over the shift of the other man.

"Uncle Pete," she said, smiling as she leant over the side, seeing him sitting there, "What brings you back to Fightertown?"

She knew Pete very well. Not only had he dated her mother for a while but he was a close friend of her father's. Her dad had been in the Navy same year as he had been and they got on like peas in a pod. She had been born the same year that her dad had gone to Top Gun so she had practically known Pete her entire life. 

"I got a job at Top Gun, some secret mission thing that I'm gonna be leading," he explained and she leant over the side, nodding her head, "What are you doing nowadays kiddo?" 

She shrugged, "Not much, I'm not a WSO anymore but I adore my work in coms now," she explained, trying to raise her voice slightly over the noise. 

"Your dad never told me why you stopped," he said and Robin froze, tensing up as the subject was brought up. 

Luckily she was saved by her mum walking through the crowd and joining her behind the bar, "Pete Mitchell, I never thought I'd see you around here again,"

Penny smiled as she began to talk to her old friend, Robin zoned out completely, thinking about her days as a WSO. 

It was a short lived journey when she had gone to Top Gun and being a weapons system operator was like being an RIO back in the day. She loved her job but after the accident it had become too much for her. 

The bell rang and she was snapped out of her trance, looking over to see Pete staring at the sign on the bar in confusion, "Ahh, phone on the bar, wrong move there Maverick," Robin joked, putting on a smile. 

Penny pointed to the sign and he sighed, realising that he was now going to have to pay for the round of all the people in the bar. 

The girl sat back, cleaning up the side as she looked over at all the other Lieutenants getting ready for the mission. She missed the days flying of course but it wasn't something she was ready to do any time soon. 

Robin actually had just gotten a message that morning that she was going to be working in Top Gun as the lead communication director for this new mission; it was the biggest mission she'd ever had. 

She was getting on with her job when the door swung open and she saw him standing there. Bradley Bradshaw. She froze for a second, taking him in. 

She hadn't seen him in seven years, not since they'd both attended Top Gun together. He was just as attractive as the day they'd parted, maybe even more so. She had always loved the way he would wear those Hawaiian shirts over the white tank tops. 

Robin had to pull her eyes away from him, her face going red as she tried not to swoon over him too much. Penny chuckled, watching the 31 year old lean against the bar, fanning herself as she tried to compose herself. 

That's when Hangman walked over, leaning against the bar with a smirk. 

"Hey Benjamin, can I grab four beers, drinks for him?" He asked, smiling at Pete from across the bar. 

"Comin' right up Hangman," she said, reaching down and beginning to make the drinks for him. 

"Rumour has it you're working on this top secret mission too,"

She scoffed, "And who said that?"

"A little birdie told me. Why don't you take a quick break from the bartending and coke hang out with us? What do ya say?" He suggested, picking up the four beers as she passed them across the bar. 

Before Robin could interrupt, Penny leant over her shoulder, "She's actually just clocked off, I'm sure she has time to spend with you lot," the older woman said. 

She sighed, pulling the rag off of her shoulder and walking along with Hangman, feeling slightly out of place with the others in their uniforms. 

"Fellows, lady, I now present back from temporary retirement, Miss Robin Benjamin," Hangman announced, the group turning to look at her, "This is Payback and Fanboy, the newcomer Bob, you already know Phoenix and I know you are well acquainted with Rooster over there,"

At the sound of her name, Brad's head whipped towards her, his face contorting into shock for a split second before his pride got the better of him. He put on his iconic smirk and leant back against the wall, trying to act casual. 

"Hey Robin," he said, his voice level as he looked at her. He didn't seem distressed at all by her being there. 

"Hey Brad," she said and everyone began to talk, continuing their conversation. 

She turned away, looking over to where Pete was sitting and talking to her mum. She didn't want to talk to Brad right now so she excused herself to grab a few more drinks, walking over to the bar. 

He handed over some money to pay and Penny laughed, "That is not enough to pay it off," she said, handing her the receipt. His eyes went wide when she handed it to him. 

"I'll pay you back tomorrow," he promised. 

Robin laughed, "Rules are rules Maverick," she said before turning back to the group, "Boys, we got someone who can't pay," she called out. 

Penny rang the bell and Hangman and Payback strolled over, laughing as they grabbed onto his arms, pulling him away and chucking him out onto the sand. He smiled at the group, looking at them through the glass. 

"You okay kiddo?" She asked. 

"Yeah, it's just seeing Brad after so long, I missed him and it hurts," she said, looking at him with a sigh. They had spent some time together when she was in Top Gun with him. He had broken it off when it had finished, never calling her back or even explaining to her what happened and now she had to pretend that nothing ever happened between them and she hadn't spent the last seven years trying to forget him and the feelings she had towards him. 

"I'm sure it'll get better, maybe you'll even find out what happened," she said, patting her daughter on the shoulder. 

She had Robin young and has regretted it during her youth but now, she could never imagine a world without her. 

She froze when she heard fingers on the key of the piano, the loud drum of his favourite song beginning to echo through the bar, all the patrons listening to it. 

Robin turned around, smiling at him as he played the piano, looking up at her through his glasses. He cooked his head, calling her over as he began to sing. 

She walked over with a stroll, standing next to the piano like she used to when they were together, a grin on her face. He began to sing, Natasha grabbing her and pulling her for a dance. The girls chuckled as they spun around, "It's great to see you again Nat," she said through the loud music. 

"Yeah, this is gonna be a fun five weeks," Nat joked, the two girls laughing. 

Everyone joined in with the last part of the song, screaming, "Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" at the top of their lungs. 

Brad laughed, turning his head back to look at Robin whilst still playing the piano from muscle memory and singing along. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. 

To Brad, she was just as beautiful as the day that he had ghosted her. That wasn't his intention but he knew that she'd never forgive him for seven years of ignoring her. 

Now she just had to prepare herself for next five weeks getting ready for this mission with her ex-boyfriend who she still harboured feelings for. 

Series Masterlist Part 2

A/N - I think that this is gonna go well. I'm really excited about this new series and would love to get as many episodes down as soon as I can. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I was thinking about a tagliatelle so if anyone wants to be added to that, just send me an ask. Thanks again for reading.

[multifandomfanfiction]

Rooster and Eagle-Eye

TITLE: Rooster and Eagle-Eye PAIRING: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/OC RATING: T/M (for brief sexual content) CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Rooster reunites with his first (and only) love, Analisse “Eagle-Eye” Morales.

[A/N - So...I saw Top Gun: Maverick and fell in love with Miles Teller’s character. But let’s be honest, I’ve loved him since Footloose.]

The sound of Joan Jett’s “Do You Wanna Touch Me?” filled the Hard Deck.

“Oh shit boys! Trouble just walked through the door!” Hangman crowed.

Rooster smiled as he was taken back to his days in the Top Gun program.

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

Her nails dug into his shoulders. The only thing keeping her from falling being his muscular arms and her legs around his waist.

“Oh god, Roos!”

“Right there, baby?”

She nodded and whined.

Rooster pressed his lips to hers, swallowing the noises coming from her mouth.

If they got caught, they’d be thrown out of the Top Gun program.

“Come on, darlin’.”

“Bradley…”

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

Heads turned to the woman walking towards them, wearing a pair of aviators and a leather jacket.

“Who’s that?” Bob asked.

“Analisse ‘Eagle-Eye’ Morales. Her father was in the army. Delta Force. All her uncles were,” Phoenix explained.

“Woah.”

“I heard she nearly got kicked out of the Top Gun program,” Fanboy said.

“She certainly has a reputation,” Rooster said.

“You guys talking about me?” Analisse asked, taking her aviators off. Her hand slid up Rooster’s back, causing a shiver to go down his spine.

Tonight her eyes were done up in a smokey eyeshadow and her lips were bright red. Her brunette curls tumbled down her back and Rooster had the urge to bury his hands in it. “Heya boys. Phoenix.”

“Hey Minnow. How’s it going?” Hangman asked.

Analisse’s eyes narrowed. She regretted letting slip that her father’s callsign was Catfish. “Pretty good. My nails match my lipstick. Look!” She held up her middle finger to her lips.

The group around her laughed.

Her eyes met Rooster’s. “Come here. Your outfit is missing something.”

Rooster walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She leaned in and placed a kiss on his neck, leaving a lipstick stain. “There. That’s better.”

Rooster chuckled. “Come on. Let me buy you a drink.”

They walked over to the bar and Analisse spotted Maverick. She knew all about Rooster’s relationship (or lack thereof) with the older aviator. She put her hands on Rooster’s chest and said, “Why don’t you let me get them? Go grab us a spot. It’s pretty busy in here tonight.”

“Alright, darlin’.” He kissed her temple and disappeared into the crowd.

Analisse walked up to the bar and ordered a pint of Rooster’s favorite beer and a Corona for herself. Her eyes met Maverick’s and he raised his glass towards her. Analisse returned the gesture with a two-finger salute.

Penny set the drinks down in front of her and said, “Welcome back.”

Analisse smiled. “Thanks, Penny.” Analisse navigated the bar until she found Rooster at a booth in the back.

“So, how’s your father and Pope?” Rooster asked as she sat back down.

“Pope is Pope. Still fucking anything in a skirt.” She pulled out her phone. “My step-mom had a little girl.” She showed Rooster a picture of her holding her baby sister.

“Oh wow. Congratulations.”

“We…we lost Redfly.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, baby.” Rooster knew she wasn’t as close with Redfly, but he’d watched her grow up.

Analisse leaned in and played with the collar of Rooster’s open Hawaiian shirt. “You wanna get of here?”

“Just a second. There’s somethin’ I gotta do first, darlin’.” He walked over to the jukebox and unplugged it.

Bar patrons booed until they heard Rooster trying the piano out.

Soon, he had the whole bar singing “Great Balls of Fire”. The song he used to sing with his father and Maverick.

Analisse walked over to Rooster and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down into his lap. She joined in on the sing-along, even though she much preferred 80’s rock (thanks to her Uncle Santi).

He ended the song and said, “Okay, baby. Now we can get out of here.”

Analisse and Rooster said goodbye to their fellow aviators before they left.

“I can’t believe you still drive this piece of shit,” Analisse said, kicking the tire of Rooster’s Ford Bronco.

Rooster stepped towards her until her back hit the cold metal of the door. “You weren’t complaining that night I fucked you in the bed of it.”

Analisse wrapped her arms around his neck. “Mmmm. That was a good night.”

“I’ve missed you.”

Analisse smiled. “I’ve missed you too, Roo.”

Rooster leaned down and finally kissed Analisse. Rooster had Analisse back now and this time, he wasn’t letting go of her.

A/N - This won’t be the last we see of Rooster and Analisse. I have a full story + one-shots planned for them.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Frenemies - Natasha Phoenix Trace x dagger squad imagine!

Being an aviator is tough. When it comes to flying a plane, there are a lot of variables that come into play. Weather, weight, condition of your craft. Those are just a few of the things that you worry about on a daily basis. Add gender on top of that, and man oh man are you in for a ride.

Female aviators were still a very new concept when you were going through school, therefore it was even harder on you. You were constantly talked down on. Told to go back to the kitchen. Just overall harassed, that was until they saw you fly. “You’re one of the best damn aviators I’ve ever seen.” Your professors words still rang through in your mind as a daily affirmation every single day.

“We need you for a super special mission. You’re to report back to Top Gun immediately.” The words rang through your head as a wicked smirk adorned your features. “Yes sir. I’ll make you proud.” The words left your lips effortlessly and you were on your way back. Some of the best years of your life were spent there and you couldn’t wait to see what mission was in store for you.

As soon as you touched down and made your way back on base, you knew your first stop had to be the hard deck. It was a staple when you left and you had to see what the atmosphere was there. As you walked in, you had an air of confidence that was sky high. You kept your aviators on until you walked through the door, your eyes scanning the room as it landed on a head of black hair pulled back into a bun. You let out a humorless laugh as you stalked towards the female you were eyeing.

“Well, shit. Guess they just picked any old rusty aviator for this mission.” You towered over the shorter female, her eyes casting over her shoulder to look at you. Her eyes showed a sign of annoyance and frustration, her eyes narrowing. “You know, I wish they had told me it would’ve been a suicide mission. I would’ve been less intrigued to come.”

She just scoffed and rolled her eyes at you. Not wanting to give you the benefit of the doubt of seeing her mad. Though, she was failing miserably. You decided to take the teasing one step further, clacking your tongue before smirking again. “Oh, come on Pheony. Lighten up. It’ll be good for us to work together again.” The sarcasm dripped from your words like blood off a knife, venom lacing every syllable.

Phoenix gripped the pool cue so tight she thought it might snap, her fingers wringing as they turned white. This is when you saw a boy step up to her side, his torso adorned in a Hawaiian shirt that made him stick out like a sore thumb in the bar. “Awe, your little boyfriend is getting protective. That’s cute. Too bad he can’t save you in the air.” You shook your head and chuckled, walking up to the bar to order some alcohol before you walked off to go find some old friends.

“Who on earth is that?” Coyote’s voice broke the stunned silence, his eyes watching you cross the bar as you made landfall at a table with a couple of guys. Your cockiness was on a level even higher than Hangman’s, and it left everyone stunned. All eyes were now on Phoenix, waiting for an answer.

“Her call sign is Tiger.” She clenched her jaw and shook her head as her eyebrows narrowed as you made easy conversation with a group of guys at the table you were now sitting at. “We were both part of the same squadron once we both finished our top gun. We were both the best pilots the Black Aces had ever seen. Because of that, we both wanted to be the best. We were friends at first. Best friends, honestly. But then there was rumors that they couldn’t have both of us on the same squadron. Then, she completely turned on me and everyone else.” The tone of voice that Phoenix was using held an ice cold edge to it and the dagger squad could tell there was more to the story that would more than likely come out as you all figured out why you were all here. But, Phoenix remembered every single detail all too well and it ran through her mind as she watched Hangman decide to try and go flirt with you.

Once you were done training and ready to find a new place to land, you ended up among the Black Aces; strike fighter squadron 41. You were sent to the Naval Air Station Lemoore in California and you were ready to make your mark. You were one of the only female aviators that you knew of so far; until you met the one and only Phoenix. You and her struck up a quick and amazing friendship. You pushed each other, supported each other, did everything together. You were two peas in a pod; never far away from each other.

The two of you made life hell on the male pilots around you. You would not let anyone else be the best, ever. You trained night and day and were constantly making corrections. You shared a room with Phoenix; the two of you usually getting ready together and just overall bonding.

That was, until the meeting. One of the two of you was getting sent to another unit. The two of you were just too powerful to keep together and that’s when the rivalry started. You both loved your current squad and didn’t want it to be broken up. However, the decision was already made. Phoenix knew your every move and you knew hers. It made you both predictable to the other; causing a lot of clashing in the air and on the ground. You were both trying to prove your worth. You both wanted to be the best. That’s when the accident happened, and it’s when you both got grounded and you got sent off the next day.

You were flying a routine training mission, Phoenix flying right behind you. You were being reckless with your flying, you knew that. But as soon as Phoenix banked left and almost directly into your plane, it was when you absolutely lost your cool. You took to the airways, telling her how incompetent and stupid she was. Your higher ups did not take kindly to that, not one bit.

That was the last time you saw Phoenix up until now and you couldn’t wait to make her life hell. It was payback time and you couldn’t wait to make her pay up.

[archivallyfound09]

You Told Me Not To Think! pt. 11

Still here! Still on my phone! Sorry in advance :)

Don’t steal or post people’s things as your own-not cool. None of these characters are mine-just borrowing them to advance the plot.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader (f)

Warnings: None yet, suggestive comments/language for now.

Thanks to @honey-dew-woo for the GIF (and their great stories!)

It was the day of the mission and your heart was in your stomach. You hadn’t seen the crew in a few days and your goodbyes to Rooster had been short. He was distracted. He was focused. His head was in the clouds and you knew it- and you knew it had to stay there.

——

You stared at the waves out the back door at the bar. Penny came up next to you and put her hand on your shoulder. You sighed and shook your head.

“No word.”

Penny patted your back again, heading back to her paperwork in the office. You replayed everything over and over again. You didn’t want to miss a second with Rooster. You pulled out the picture of the two of you, him kissing your cheek. You felt tears prick at you eyes and you put it back in your pocket. You tugged Rooster’s shirt a bit tighter around you.

——-

Gone down.

The text message from Hangman glared at you. You were in the middle of your kitchen and you dropped to your knees, a sob escaping your tight chest. You screamed into your hands and slammed them on the floor, terrified.

You had no idea how much times had passed. You had fallen asleep on the floor after crying, screaming, hyperventilating. Your head was pounding against the cool tile flooring, everything completely dark. You sat up, empty inside, and squinted at the clock on your stove.

In that moment, your phone lit up, a harsh light filling the room.

He’s online.

You inhaled a tight breath. ‘Online is good,” you repeated over and over again to yourself. He could be hurt, but he was alive. He was online. You clung to the phone with both hands, waiting for more info. It never comes.

——-

Penny had come to check on you the next morning, finally having heard from Maverick. She told you the minimal news she knew. You heard every few words, too exhausted to really digest it all.

“…they flew back in some museum piece. But he’s okay, really! He’s okay,” she reassured you. “They’ll be back soon, come on now.” Penny helped you stand, and you immediately hugged her with a quiet ‘thank you’ muffled into her shoulder.

“Does this mean you’re coming back to work?” You both laughed and then you nodded.

“Let me get my shit together and cry in the shower for a bit,” you tossed to her as you made your way shakily to the bathroom.

——-

Showered, changed, and ready to see Rooster, you walked into the bar and were affronted with an already overrun room. Music met you from the piano and the crowd cleared around to let you make your way over to the man on the bench. You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him from behind, only minimally messing up his performance.

Rooster let out a loud, heartily laugh then whispered a quick ‘hey, sweetheart,” to only you with a quick kiss hitting your cheek. You smiled and stood up, keeping your hands on Rooster’s shoulders until you saw Hangman with his back to you. You marched up to him, slugging him hard in the arm.

Hangman grabbed his arm, wincing. “What the hell was that for?” You held up your phone and pointed to it.

“It was for 4 freaking words and NOTHING ELSE,” you accentuated the last two words with two more hits to his arm.

“Ouch, jeez, sorry! At least I sent you something! Rooster made us swear not to- go hit him!” You snarled at Hangman and then turned back to Rooster, the song winding down and the jukebox turning on again. Rooster got up and made his way over to you, an arm around your shoulder.

As the two of you stepped outside, he looked at you- fully appreciating his Hawaiian shirt around you, his aviators tucked in you hair. He hugged you properly this time, a sea breeze carrying your sweet scent to him. He sighed and squeezed you tighter and then stepped back, his arms on your biceps, looking you over.

“You told them not to tell me anything,” you said, quietly, breaking the silence between you. Rooster’s eyes dropped and you reached out, a finger under his chin to level his eye-line with yours. “I was so worried,” you said barely above a whisper.

Rooster could feel his heart breaking as he grabbed you tightly in an embrace again. The hug was so tight and so fast, you barely registered it until he said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to say goodbye and I didn’t want you to-,” he barely choked out, breath hot on your neck through your hair. You pulled away from the hug, your lips crashing with his, tears mingling with the kiss. You kissed him like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

You and Rooster separated after an unknown amount of time and you both laughed lightly, wiping away tears. He put an arm around your shoulder and led you back in where the crew was waiting for you, beers raised. Rooster pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked up and locked eyes with Maverick, heading out the door with Penny. He nodded to you and you gave him a smile and returned the knowing nod. ‘Be right back,’ he mouthed at you, his hand slipping lower on Penny’s back.

‘Yeah right,’ you volleyed back. Rooster laughed, having seen the scene play out in front of him. You captured his lips in another kiss and he dipped you, earning hoots and hollers from the pilots around you.

——-

The next night, the true celebration planning began. Phoenix and Bob had set up and invited everyone to a beach bonfire. You were slightly grateful for the water issues at the bar- Penny had decided to close down for a few days while things got repaired. Rooster couldn’t believe his luck.

He showed up at your door at some point, you couldn’t quite remember when. He had passed out on the couch and, though you tried to snuggle up next to him, his snoring was abysmal. You had covered him with a blanket and curled up in your bed. You awoke to find coffee at your bedside and a very happy Rooster next to you.

“Hey,” you said, a groggy smile on your face.

“Hey, yourself,” he replied, looking up from him phone and leaning over to kiss your temple. “Coffee is there, bagels are on the counter and,” he shuffled and pulled something out of his pocket, “this made it back home.”

You held your coffee in your hands, craning your neck to see what it was. You laughed- it was the picture of you with his aviators on. You thought you were missing a photo or two of the pair of you.

“Had it right here,” he patted his thigh, “in my flight suit the whole time. When we had to fly that decrepit bag of metal out, I had you on my gauge, guiding me home.” He looked up from the picture and over at you.

“You been workin’ on that line for awhile there, bud?” You teased and he let out a laugh followed by a ‘shut up,’ making you laugh even more. You reached into the pocket of the shirt you had fallen asleep in and showed him the photo of the two of you.

“I always had you right here, Rooster.”

———-

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[madmarchhare]

Company: New short story, maybe new story. Sci- Fi

Here is the new story I said I would write. mainly cause, I saw a post asking for some recommendations for sci-fi stories so I just wrote my own. Hope you all like!

It's a bit long btw, and my attempt to do a bit of comedy as well.

A tall frowning man sat slumped in a worn old chair-turned pilot’s seat. He rested his light brown boots on a blank space on the control panel in front of him, leaning back so that he lay almost flat. He had a squarish face, with short messy deep brown hair rested on top of it, shaved to his scalp on one side. He had bored looking eyes, wreathed by dark bags and separated by a scarred nose and underneath it all was a mouth that always showed bared teeth, no matter his mood. He wore a large leather bomber jacket with a sheep’s wool collar, the whole thing a warm coffee colour, underneath which he wore an untucked teal Hawaiian shirt covered with war planes. He had white-ish cargo trousers on, the pockets were useful, and a brown leather belt upon which was holstered a pistol, a Benelli B76, a squarish looking pistol chambered in 9x18mm Ultra, an eclectic little cartridge that no one else used. So of course it was the one he picked. He liked oddities. Always had.

The ship itself was something he had built. Pulled together with as much good will as spot welds. It was industrial, rectangular, with rough edges and untended welds and patches, covered with electrical tape and cheap paint. But it was his. Don’t get it twisted, he had always wanted to have one of those beautifully slick and smooth spaceships you would see in comics and television. But, that was the only place you would see them, spotless, unaffected by the strains and harshness of reality, and this was cheaper.

He leaned back further in the chair, staring up at the ceiling, the foam padded chair creaked under the weight. One of the monitors hung from it had begun to show static, the old CRT showing a wash of lucky green rather than it’s usual picture. The man grumbled to himself and reached for a stick next to him, one with a screw-driver tip on the end and thrusted it up to one of the dials on the monitor. He twisted it until the monitor came back into focus, finishing it off with a brusque whack on the side, restoring it to its normal clarity.

“There we go,” he muttered to himself in a half-amused voice as he stared up at it, “hm?” He looked more closely at it, now noticing a small ping on the monitor declaring that something was ahead of him. He raised his head to look at the control panel, seeing a small bulb blinking with a light plink, declaring that he was receiving a message. He pulled his feet back off the panel and leaned forward to pull the receiver off the phone he had wired into the panel. Speakers were expensive, and this was so much more space efficient!

As soon as he placed the receiver by his ear it started blaring at him, “EMERGENCY! This craft has endured a catastrophic failure and is in need of urgent assistance! Any and all craft are urged to render aid! EMER-,” and so on. He checked the display next to the phone and turned it to show how long the signal had been playing for… Three weeks. He frowned down at the display, the flickering nixie tubes reflecting a warm light onto his face as he read their grim message. He knew that by this point that they were gone, or if they weren’t, they weren’t far from it. And that meant salvage. The thought excited him for a moment before his common sense decided to spoil it for him.

By this point it was likely that pirates and bandits had already looted the thing and had left the transmission on to use as bait to lure people into a trap. He grumbled slightly, staring down at the console in front of him, weighing the options in his head. He was quite opposed to the idea of being captured by pirates. It was not something on his bucket list, so to speak. But, he needed the money, there were a few things around the ship that needed a bit of TLC.

Almost to punctuate that thought, a section of the panel suddenly let of a loud snap, throwing up a small puff of smoke, making him twitch, and snap his head over as the bottom left side of the control panel went dark. “Fuck,” he muttered, reaching under the console for a small tool box, then popping off a panel the size of a loaf of bread from which the smoke had come. Underneath was a burst capacitor, its neighbour melted from it’s sudden eruption. He replaced both capacitors, dismayed by the fact that he had only one of the same type left, and then slotted the panel back into place as he reset that section, which plinked back to life. He stared down at the console, then looked back into the rest of the cockpit, then let his mind wander deeper into the annals of the ship, thinking of every little ‘temporary’ fix or holdover repair.

“God dammit,” he whispered, reaching for the keyboard and pulling it towards him, then plotted a course closer to the wreckage, a small monitor displaying the course that he would take. As he entered the course with a light click of the enter key he felt the ship suddenly shift as it changed course, the light groan that the ship gave out in protest not helping to improve his mood. He got up from his chair, the tired old thing spinning around as he did and marched out of the cockpit, pushing the door stiffly to the side.

His ship wasn’t the largest, being slightly larger than a trailer park home, and in the mind of some, just as sturdy. The floor of the main corridor he walk through was just steel mesh stained with a rainbow of paints covering a writhing mass of pipes and cabling, with rough hewn metal walls, mostly made from steel, but you could see copper peaking through. He strode though the living room he had built, furnished with a rusty fold out table, a pair of worn wooden chairs on magnetic feet along with various old implements, games and guns hung on the walls along with loose cables, pipes and innards-in-name of the ship. He threw his arm into a fridge on the wall to pull out a brown bottle of some drink, what it was really didn’t matter to him so long as it was something to quench his thirst, and then wandered into his bedroom.

It was a small room, his bunk practically wedged in the wall, a set of draws underneath it and a ratty curtain he would pull across the front of it. The walls had a few posters on them and were half painted contract white from an old tub of it he had managed to pinch from a warehouse. It wasn’t quite enough for the whole room however. He walked over to a smallish shelf on the wall and grabbed a square object about the size of a large smartphone and inserted it into a machine. Tapettes they were called, used to record books for the blind, his father had collected them when he went blind, mostly from his great uncle who had the same affliction. He wasn’t blind himself, but he liked the stories, and it was one of the few things his old man could leave him. He switched the thing on, letting it narrate to him the story as he laid in his bunk. The ship would give him an alert when it was close enough, then he would bring them in close himself.

After about two hours and three bottles later, he heard the electronic snap of the alert. He rolled himself out of his bunk, rubbing his eyes as he switched off the machine and put the tapette back into it’s cover. He made his way to the cockpit, dumping the empty bottles into the steel drum of a sink as he went past. He smacked the button on the wall of the cockpit as he went that shut off the alert, the buzzer cutting off mid screech as he slumped himself down into the chair. How he made the steering on this ship, was a method he wasn’t quite happy with, but one he had sunk so much time into that he virulently defended any claims that it was stupid. It involved a valve wheel he claimed was the ‘steering wheel’, which controlled the way the ship faced, then a set of four pedals at his feet that controlled pitch and yaw under the console, made from cut squares of steel. What it left him with was greater struggle than most during any operation of finesse. So, really it suited his personality quite well.

He watched the window as he approached, occasionally flicking his eyes between the three screens around him that showed his other sides, watching for the sign of another vessel waiting to pounce. Nothing seemed to show itself, and the radar seemed to assert the same belief. The wreckage itself was a horrible sight, town to pieces, steel pulled apart like tissue paper, bodies strewn about the darkness, mangled and chewed as if by some wild animal. His eyes flicked about the wreckage, giving brief, tributary, glances to the dead as he went forward to take what they had left for himself. He would expect them to do the same. He gradually approached the source of the signal, a large section of the craft, thrice or more the size of his own ship, jagged and torn at the edges where it had been rent from the body of the spaceship. He spotted a section that seemed like he could junction with it, and pulled the ship closer, all the while checking around for any looming vulture hoping for a two for one.

The ship was docked with the door on the side of the remnant of the ship, the steel corridor slowly hissing as it filled up with air as the man checked over his equipment, fixing a breathing mask on his face, checking his pistol and a small power pack, in case anything needed to be forced open. The door sounded off with a little bell as the display, well, more of a flip clock meant to show the pressure, said it was safe. He unlocked and shoved open the door, and walked down the shaft to the door of the wreckage. The panel beside it, already a dozen more times advanced than what his ship used, declared that the inside was pressurised and safe. He grumbled slightly, re-clipping the power pack back onto his belt as he pulled out his pistol, holding it in one hand as he jabbed at the panel to open it, the door smoothly sliding open in response.

He steeped in and was immediately hit by the low scent of blood. It was faint, old, but present. But, that more than anything meant that it was too late for anyone whose blood that could belong to. He kept walking forward, pulling a torch off his hip as he wandered through the dim corridors, bathed in a grim orange light. The place was quiet, save for the occasional groan of the tired steel, shifting and twisting as he went through. This, in no way made it a more pleasant experience. Then, after shoving open one stiff door he came to a section of the ship that was dark, the floor and walls spotless under torchlight, despite a mess of crates and other things. He looked around with a slightly confused look on his face, looking up and down the chamber.

“Ohh, great and strong human,” a stereotypical effeminate voice suddenly called out, making him jump, “won’t you please help us, we have been trapped on this ship for weeks and are in desperate need of aid! Surely an honourable and dependable one such as yourself can help us!” the voice continued, as it’s owner emerged slightly from the darkness. She was a rather short reptilian woman, the English name for her race being ‘Greater Neidr’, named by the Welsh scientist who first met the race. Specifically, she resembled a hooded cobra, being a teal-green colour, dressed in a short sleeved shirt and flak vest along with a pair of brown shorts, adjusted to make room for her tail of course.

He looked at her for a moment, a slightly confused look on his face before suddenly asking, “’Cass?” The snake stiffened slightly, turning back to look at him, loosing the air of false grandeur she had put on as she studied him.

“Wick?” she asked, surprise clear in her tone, “is that you?”

“Yeah, it is,” he replied slightly exasperatedly as the Neidr looked at him with a pleased expression.

“How have you been my friend!” she yelled, walking over to him, a wide smile showing her fangs.

“Fine, but what’s wrong with your goddam voice?” Wick demanded, putting one finger in his ear as her shrill voice echoed through the corridor.

“Oh, I got one of those voice changer things you swallow, completes the whole damsel in distress act. Pretty cool don’t you think, makes me sound like a high class lady of the estate,” she finished, a smug smile on her face as she pressed the claws of her fingers under her chin.

“I think it’s giving me a headache. Turn it off will you,” Wick replied, wincing slightly as he looked down at her.

“Sorry, can’t turn it off! Work as long as it’s in my body,” she replied with a smirk.

“Then hack it up, it’s agony!”

“No way, this cost me nearly ten grand! I’m not just going to hack it up!” she snapped back, a look of shock-horror on her face, her head pulled back, with her hand on her chest.

“I’ll pay you back, just cough it up!” Wick replied, a strained look on his face as he looked at her.

“No!” she snapped Wick grabbing her by the midriff.

“Cough the thing up!”

“Never!” Cass called back defiantly, just as Wick jerked his arms, making her suddenly cough up a small tablet sized pink device, which shattered on the floor and pieces skittered off in every direction. Wick dropped her onto her feet, a look of relief breaking across his face, an almost heavenly expression of peace. “You Dick!” She snapped, punching him in the side, making him wince slightly as the wind was nocked out of him.

“Sorry, but that voice really hurt. I could feel myself getting a migraine,” rubbing his temples a he replied, annoyed Cass looked up at him.

“That was expensive you ass!” she snapped back, now with her original voice, which was far softer on the ear. She spoke with a British accent, a lot of greater neidr did, something about the soft ‘t’s and such working well with their dental structure, so they defaulted into that voice when speaking in English.

“I’ll pay you back, promise…” he responded dismissively, looking around slightly. “Why are you here anyway? I didn’t see your ship anywhere near here so you couldn’t have been salvaging.” He asked, turning down to the fussing woman, who suddenly took on a smug look.

“Ah, no, there’s nothing to salvage here. ‘S been picked clean, the wreckage is actually waaaay old.” She responded, knocking over a metal crate with one foot as she spoke, the empty box clattering to punctuate her point. “But, I found a way to activate the aid beacon and mess with the timer saying how long it’s been signalling for! So, I jus’ wait in here, throw up the whole damsel in distress act while my partner come up in my ship and robs ‘em blind, then we scarper before they get wise!” she finished grandly, thrusting her fist up into the air proudly.

“Really? I couldn’t see anything out there when I came in.” he replied plainly, a disbelieving look on his face.

“That’s because they hid themselves so well! Watch, I’ll call them now.” She replied, pulling out a blocky looking radio thing, about the size of a baseball, and pressing down on a button on the side. “Hey, Alice, come on out, it’s just a friend of mine, but the voice changer broke, so I think we should bail.” In response she was met with static, “Alice, come in, what’s wrong?” Nothing.

Cass was silent for a moment, looking down the corridor, still.

“You got left again,” Wick ejaculated with a sigh.

“I got left again,” Cass agreed snappily, nodding her head.

“And they took your ship!” Wick yelled to himself, throwing his arms up in despair.

“And they took my ship,” Cass again agreed, nodding quickly. Wick put his face in his hand as Cass stared down the other end of the hall, then slowly turned to Wick with a sly expression. “Wiiick?” she began, her voice oozing smarm as she wore a Cheshire smile, a terrifying thing to see a reptile do. He groaned to himself before she could even finish her question.

“You can have the top bunk.”

“Thank you!” She responded in a sing song voice, skipping past him slightly as he gave a world weary sigh.

“So was there really nothing left?” Wick asked, gesturing with his head around the ship.

“Yeah, picked clean long before I came here,” she replied, looking up at the ceiling as they walked forward, “oh! But, I did find these things!” clapping her hands in a rhythm. Suddenly, two dozen small creatures hoped up from the various crates and cervices surrounding the pair and all turned to Wick, making the man jump. They were small things, slightly smaller than a coffee cup, and on second inspection they were not creatures at all, or not wholly so. They were silver with large blue eyes, and a set of four legs staring down at the nervous man. “Neat, huh!?” She burst out excitedly, a wide smile on her face as she stood proudly, puffing out her chest.

“Yeah, sure… What are they?” his voice mixing between confusion and concern as his eyes darted between the various creatures, who in turn cocked their… heads?... at him.

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard about them before, so I took the liberty of naming them! I present to you a lux lacertae, or, a Laux if you prefer. Oh, and the name for a herd of them is a ‘Company’, nothing else uses that!” she finished confidently, her chest still puffed out as she smiled smugly to herself.

“Isn’t that what you call a group of weasels?” Wick replied, his voice strained as he was dealing with a pair of the lauxes jumping on him, the small creatures weighing far more than their size suggested.

“No, that’s a business,” she corrected, plucking one of the lauxes off Wick and plopping it on the ground quickly.

“Oh, then what does the name mean then?”

“Light lizard!”

“Light lizards? Why did you call them that?” he asked, a confused tone clear in his voice. She smiled at him, then turned to the side and pointed at the wall with one talon.

“Fire!” she suddenly shouted, then suddenly all of the lauxes turned to the wall, their eyes’ glowing brighter then all firing off a myriad of crystal blue lasers into the wall, the steel turning white hot and slopping off the wall like fresh paint. Wick looked at her flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open slightly, he rubbed his eyes slightly, then looked back at what had just happened and at the creatures again.

He was silent for a moment before he suddenly said, “I suppose that’s how you were going to defend yourself then.” Not needing an answer.

“Yup! Anyway, lets get back to your ship. It’s fucking freezing!” Cass yelled, storming past him, followed by the company of silver creatures, like ducklings following their… No, this metaphor doesn’t work at all does it. Wick pinched the bridge of his nose, staring up at the ceiling, taking a long breath before he spun on his heel and headed back to his ship.  

“I wish I hadn’t gotten up today. Tomorrow would have been nicer. I could have dealt with this tomorrow,” he muttered to himself, sighing slightly. He met her at the airlock, the lauxes having stacked themselves on top of each other, forming a tower of the silver things while others danced around the floor. He looked down at them, unsure whether to be nervous, or to find it fascinating. He snapped open the door to his ship, forcing it open with Cass’s help as the latter went inside, leaving him to shut it after they had all gone in, the lauxes walking in in their little tower, one of them giving him a mock salute as they went past. He stared after them for a moment with a blank expression before shutting the door. “Maybe next week, yeah, that would have been better. Yeah, that’s it.”

He walked into the living room to see Cass stretching her arms, a look of relief on her face, “ah that’s better! It was freezing in there! I could barely keep my eyes open!” grabbing a tin mug from the cupboard as she spoke and pouring her self a drink, swiftly drinking it down. She ran the cup under the faucet again to wash it then shoved it back into the cupboard as Wick went into the cockpit. She followed him in after, finding the second chair nearer to the back of the cockpit and sitting down in that, having to come at it from the side so she could get her tail in. She noticed that he had chopped the second headrest support off like she asked and smiled to herself slightly at that but didn’t mention it. She looked around the cockpit, her eyes lingering slightly at the various relics he had used to build it before she finally clicked her tongue. “Honestly Wick, you really need to upgrade some of this stuff,” looking at the other side of the cockpit covered with a series of pipes all bearing various analogue valves, and a spattering of digital ones ranging from LED’s nixie tubes or plasma display screens wedges in wherever he could fit them, wrapped in blue electrical tape and solder.

“I can’t afford to. Besides, it all works doesn’t it, so I like it!” he attested, swivelling his chair slightly as he edged the ship away from the wreckage, a screw pinging out from the collar of the chair leg as he did. “Ignore that, that screw wasn’t important.”

“Don’t you still use VHS tapes for your CCTV system?” Cass asked slyly, leaning back in her chair.

“Not VHS… It’s V2000, it has a much longer play time and doesn’t need video tracking,” he responded flatly, Cass guffawed in response, “oh shut up! At least I have a ship!”

“Yeah, sorry, sorry,” she replied, half attempting to stifle her laughter. They went silent after that, leaving each other to their own thoughts as Wick maneuvered the ship through the debris field.

“So, are you still with that animator guy then? The American one,” Wick asked, not looking at her.

“Girl now, came out as trans a while ago,” she replied plainly, pulling a game console from the table beside her and flicking it on with a light electronic jingle.

“Oh, still with her then or…”

“I was for a while, but I couldn’t manage it. She always made everything about herself, and always accused me of never caring about her enough. So I just left. It wasn’t like she loved me before either, they loved that I liked her. She wanted that attention to shore herself up,” she finished plainly, leaning back in the chair as her fingers skittered across the buttons on the device, her old ‘save’ data still on the thing from last time. “I don’t see why mammals all seem to place so much importance about some blobs of fat on your chest anyway. Why’s it matter?”

“Don’t ask me, I don’t have an answer for you. Anyway, have you met anyone new since then?” he asked idly, watching the darkness out in front of him, flicking his eyes between the various monitors.

“Well, I was thinking of asking Alice,” she replied, Wick groaning in sympathy, “so I think I’m just gonna take a break for a while. Unless you,”

“Nope!” Wick snapped brusquely

“Fair enough,” Cass responded with a chuckle, then threw her arms up, “yes! I just got a rare item! I’ve been waiting ages for this!” Pulling the console close to her chest a glowing smile on her face. She giggled to herself for a moment before calming down. After about another five minutes they were out of the field and Wick turned over to Cass.

“So, which station were you and Alice based at then?” Pulling the keyboard closer to him as he asked, turning towards her. Cass lowered her game for a moment and looked up at the ceiling with a thinking expression.

“I think it was St Edmund Station,” she replied, not quite sure.

“St Edmund, who’s that?” Wick asked as he pulled up a ring-bound book, flicking through it for the name, and coordinates of the place.

“Last Christian King of East Anglia apparently. The guy who built the station lived in Norfolk apparently.”

“Oh,” Wick responded, only half listening as he flicked through the book till he found what he was looking for and then typed in the coordinates, the monitor displaying the path that the ship would take. “There we are,” he said, slapping down the enter key triumphantly, feeling the ship jerk as he did so, “we are on our way.” Leaning back in his chair as he spoke.

“That’s good, how long do you think it’ll take?” Cass asked, peaking over the edge of her game at Wick.

“Couple hours,” he mumbled out, yawning as he seemed to burrow himself into the tattered old chair. “Food’s in the fridge if you want it, just leave the cake. I’ve been saving that,” he muttered out, closing his eyes, for a moment.

“Thank you,” Cass replied in a sing-song voice, making her way to the fridge.

“Jus’ don’t shed everywhere!” he called to her, getting a mocking laugh in return. The ship sped onward on to the station, carrying the pirate and the salvager forward, both quite unaware of the third, well technically third to twenty-sixth, passengers and the trouble they would drag the two into.

To be continued, maybe. Depends on the time.   

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[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

The Beast Within

An Asahi x fem! reader fic || Technically SFW but there’s sliiiightly suggestive content || Fluff at the end 

Warnings: Violence, Anger, a veiled reference to sexual stuff?? idk what else to call it

Asahi was the kindest, sweetest, most gentle person you had ever known. Even though his ace persona took over whenever he played Volleyball, in real life he was the kind of person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. You had been friends with him for about a year and you could have sworn up and down that you had never even seen him raise his voice at anyone.

So, it came as a complete shock to you when you heard a loud thump and a crack and you turned around to see Asahi standing over a fallen figure. His right hand was balled into a fist, and there was a look of pure, unadulterated anger on his face. 

The figure, that looked like he might have been a college boy, was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, groaning in pain. Suga and Daichi ran to aid their friend and you watched in utter disbelief as Asahi lifted the man roughly by his collar and raised his fist, looking ready to strike again. 

The whimpering boy, half-hanging in air, held up by his collar with Asahi towering over him and his bleeding nose, ready to strike again; the entire scene sent chills down your spine. Asahi looked like he had every intention of killing the boy in front of him and you finally realized what other people meant when they said Asahi was scary. You had never taken any heed to those words before because he had always been such a teddy bear but today, in this moment, you had goosebumps. And for the first time in your life, you were afraid of Asahi Azumane. 

The terror must have been written all over your face because Asahi looked up at that moment, saw your face and his expression seemed to soften a little. His eyes still sparkled with rage but he lowered his fist. He loosened his hold on the person’s collar but instead of simply letting go, he pushed him into the ground as he stood up. 

He stepped away from him and as he walked away, Suga opened his mouth to say something but he stopped him before he could get any words out. “Suga, not now, please. I need some space to clear my head and calm down for a bit.” Even though he said those words in a normal tone, there was a “no nonsense” air about it and Suga nodded meekly as Asahi walked away. You watched with your mouth half open as he walked past you, not meeting your eyes and his face as serious as it could get. 

Suga and Daichi came up to you and so did Kiyoko after a few minutes. 

Suga: W-What the hell?!?! W-What happened?

Daichi, staring with his eyes wide at Asahi’s retreating figure, was at a complete loss for words. “I have never seen him like this. Ever. Almost three years I have known him and I have never even seen him even talk to strangers without fumbling over his words, much less get violent-”

Who would have thought today would turn out to be like this? It was your last year in High School and you and your group of friends (Kiyoko, Asahi, Daichi and Suga) had all decided to take a weekend trip down to the beach together. Asahi had looked exceptionally hot today in his red Hawaiian shirt (which he had conveniently left open at the front) and his perfect abs had been quite a distraction for you as you tried to enjoy your time with your closest friends. 

You had looked no less, though. With your maroon one-piece swimsuit with slits on the sides, showing off your waist and perfectly hugging your curves, you had looked absolutely smoking. 

After a long day of frolicking in the water, splashing and chasing each other around and playing a lot of beach volleyball, you all had decided to relax and take a stroll through the beachside market. Kiyoko and Asahi had somehow gone ahead of the group while you strolled around lazily, idly chatting with Suga and Daichi. You had been browsing through a souvenir stall when the entire incident took place.

Which brings us back to the present. 

“- I’m sure he must have had a good reason but for Asahi to do something like this???” Daichi said as he paced around. 

It’s true. Even in your wildest dreams, you couldn’t have imagined Asahi like this. 

“He deserved it,” Kiyoko said quietly. 

All three heads turned to her instantly. 

“You know what happened, Shimizu?” Suga asked.

She nodded. 

“Tell us!” 

“I- I’m not sure if he would want me to say,” Kiyoko replied. But as she said it, she was looking at you with a slightly troubled expression on her face. 

“What’s that expression- why are you looking at me like that, Kiyoko?” you ask.

“It’s nothing-” Suga intervened, "It's obviously not nothing I mean this is Asahi we are talking about. It must have been something really serious for him to act like this. Please, Kiyoko. Tell us.”

Kiyoko sighed, “Well, I guess it’s not exactly a secret since that guy was really loud.”

“So, Asahi was shopping at that stall over there,” she said, turning around and pointing to the stall that was located right next to where the altercation took place, “and I was helping him choose something when these two college boys came by us.”

“They seemed really drunk and they were talking very loudly. The guy in the green shirt saw Y/N standing here with Suga and Daichi and he whistled. He thought he was far away from you so he could say whatever he wanted. 

He started commenting on your body and how sexy you looked.” 

Kiyoko stopped to read your expression. You could tell she was hesitant about continuing her story because she did not want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, Kiyoko. I want to know what he said.”

 Kiyoko continued, “Then he proceeded to describe to his friend in detail - uh - the - uh - things he.... wanted to do you. It was absolutely filthy and vile and even I am not comfortable repeating his words.” You can tell how bad it must have been by the way Kiyoko shivered as she completed her sentence. 

“I had no idea Azumane would react the way he did, though. He walked up to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. I assumed he probably wanted to tell him off or ask him to go away or, at the most, threaten him with his intense expression like he usually does. But as soon as the guy turned to look at him, he just straight up punched him in the face.”

“Wow. Yeah, he totally deserved it,” Suga said, looking deep in thought, “Even so, I would have never expected Asahi to use physical force. I swear, I have never even seen the guy so much as swat a bug away. Although, it also kind of makes sense seeing that it was Y/N that guy was talking about.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A look of panic flashed across Suga’s face before he said, “I m-mean, seeing that you’re one of his best friends! He would totally feel protective about you.” 

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion and you also didn’t miss Daichi and Kiyoko glancing at each other when Suga faltered. However, you didn’t press the matter further. You were more worried about Asahi at this point. 

“I should go find him and see if he is okay. You guys should look for a nice place where we can have a chill dinner. Preferably with no alcohol,” you say, rolling your eyes. The others nodded and you set off to find Asahi. 

It wasn’t difficult to find him. The sun hadn’t set yet so it was still bright out and his red shirt and large build were hard to miss. He was sitting in a rather secluded part of the beach, surrounded by large rocks on both sides. He didn’t seem angry at all anymore. He seemed to be deep in thought as he stared at the ocean in front of him. 

“You okay?” 

Your voice broke him out of his reverie and he turned to see you standing behind him. 

“Y-Yeah” he seemed almost apologetic as he answered you. 

“Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

You were not sure if he wanted you near him or to talk to you since he had asked Suga for some space so you were very hesitant while asking him this. 

He winced. “I knew it. I scared you. I am so so sorry.”

“W-what? I didn’t mean-” He stood up. “I saw it in your face. I saw how you looked at me when I... when I punched that guy. I saw how terrified you were of me.”

He wasn’t meeting your eyes, instead he was looking straight down at the ground and, large as he was, he seemed to shrink before you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“I-” you were at a loss of words. He was right, you HAD been scared of him in that moment. You couldn’t control how you reacted to the situation. But before you could start to speak, he continued.

“You were one person who never thought I was scary. You always treated me like a normal person. You were never scared to approach me.

But I am afraid that I ruined that tonight with my behaviour. I have seen that look thousands of times in people’s eyes whenever they look at me. But-” his voice was cracking now, “P-please believe me when I say that I did it for a reason. I cannot tell you the reason but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I know you are probably going to be scared of me from now on. But please believe me, I would never, ever in my life even think of hurting yo-”

He was cut off as you threw your arms around him and enveloped him in a tight hug. He was so surprised by your reaction that it took a moment for him to return the hug. When he did, he buried his face in your shoulder and you could feel his tears on your bare skin.

“I already know what happened.”

He broke away from you and looked at you in surprise, his eyes red. 

“Yes. Kiyoko told me most of it. She didn’t elaborate on what the guy said exactly though but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. And it’s true, I did feel scared at that moment. But it was just a reaction. The look in your eye was murderous and I have never seen you this way. So it surprised me. And scared me. But now that I know why you did what you did, I am not scared anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. Thank you for always looking out for me.” 

“O-of course.” and after a brief pause, “How are the others doing?”

“They’re fine. I asked them to look for a restaurant for dinner tonight. Let’s go to them?”

“Yeah uh- before we do that, I - uh - wanted to give you something.”

“Oh?”

Asahi was blushing when he took something out of his pocket. You put your hand out and he placed something on your palm. Your eyes widened as you looked at what he gave you. It was a seashell pendant. 

“Oh my God, it’s beautiful!! And in my favourite colour too! I had been looking for one like this since ages!”

“Yeah, you had mentioned it in passing once when we were planning this trip. This is what I was buying when, you know, shit happened. I asked Kiyoko to help me pick it out for you because I didn’t want to get the wrong thing.”

“I can’t believe you remembered that! It’s perfect and I love it! Can you help me wear it?” you asked him, handing the pendant back to him.  “Y-yeah,” he blushed. You turned your back to him and held up your hair with one arm so that he could put the necklace on easily. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he placed the necklace delicately on you. He used his fingers to move away stray hairs and his touch was so gentle that it sent shivers down your spine (the good kind this time).

As he fumbled around with the delicate clasp with his large fingers, he spoke, “I - uh - I - I- actually wanted to tell you something.”

You could tell he was really nervous. You waited for him to continue. 

“I-I know it’s our last year and soon we will probably be in different cities and this is probably the last thing you want to hear from me right now but-”

The clasp snapped into place and the necklace was now secure around your neck. You turned around to face him. 

“But?” you reached your hand out to hold his. 

He was really taken aback by your action and his eyes widened. It seemed to give him some confidence.

“B-But I know I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t ask you when I have the chance. A chance that I thought I’d lost forever today. So, Y/N, I really, really like you. I have liked you for a long time now and you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. A-and I was wondering if you w-would like to go out with me?”

“I really, really like you too, Asahi.” You were smiling widely as you said “Yes” and stood on your toes to give him a light kiss on his forehead. 

Asahi was blushing furiously now. You laughed out loud at how flustered he was. It was good to have the goofy, old teddy bear back. 

As you linked your arm through his and walk back to your friends, you couldn’t help but be giddy with happiness. 

You were going out with the best, most gentle, most caring person you have ever known. But you now know that there is a beast within him. A beast that will do anything to protect you. 

FIN.

Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it. 

Sorry if you think it is ooc for Asahi but I do think that, when it comes to it, he is the kind of person who would go to any lengths to protect the people he cares about. Case in point, when he used his looks to scare off two boys who were trying to hit on Kiyoko during the third years’ shrine visit (manga only scene).

I am kind of not really satisfied with this one but I also just spent more than half a day writing this so I didn’t want to ditch it halfway. 

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.6

AO3 link

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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms. 

“What do we do now?” He moaned.

Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”

Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”

Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”

Ford groaned and started to sob again. 

Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”

“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.

“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.

Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”

The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”

Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”

But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.

Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”

Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”

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July 22nd, 1980

Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.

“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”

“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”

“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.

“Stanley! Let me go!”

“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”

“We don’t know it’s a demon.”

“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”

“Huh. Well, um…”

“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.

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Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.

She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot. 

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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.

So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.

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August 31st, 1999

The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.

Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.

“Stanley, get off me!”

“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.

“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.

“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”

“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.

Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”

“Piedmont Hospital, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ll be there in six hours.”

“It’s an eight hour drive!”

“I said six hours!”

“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.

Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.

He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.

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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.

“Good to see you, Grandpa!”

“Congratulations, Shermie!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”

Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.

The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.

It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.

“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.

“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.

“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.

Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.

“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.

“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.

Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.

The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.

No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”

And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.

THE END!