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maggiedelusional · 2 years ago

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Superstar (Part 2)

Superstar

Pairing: Rooster x f!reader, (blink and you'll miss it, unrequited) Hangman x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, good ending promise

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 19.7k (holy sh*t)

Summary: “I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

Rooster is sure he's in love with this girl. Only problem is, he's never seen or face or know her name

No use of y/n

Based of off Superstar (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: See part 1 for my full notes about this piece. Here's Part 2!

You thought having a completely virtual relationship with Bradley was probably one of the most unlikely things that could’ve happened to you but so was being sorta friends with Hangman.

You just gave clearance to Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix who was with Bob. They were running a simulation course that had to be achieved under 2 minutes and the pilots were taking their time to get into position.

Rooster was currently not connected to you as he was talking to Bob and Phoenix about the logistics of the exercise. Leaving you on comms with Hangman.

You texted rather frequently. Obviously not to the same degree as you and Rooster but he was quickly becoming one of your best friends.

Behind that cocky facade was actually a very funny and thoughtful friend. He let you vent about the frustrations of your situation with Rooster, and he forced you to go out a few times a week to build up your confidence and actually make friends.

It was really nice to have a friend because prior to Hangman, no knew about your Bradley situation, and it was a relief to finally have someone who knew and didn't judge you for it.

“What time did you and Bradshaw go to sleep last night?” Hangman asked.

“Despite your assumptions Hangman, we don’t spend ALL night talking to each other.” You retorted with a huff.

“Ahh, so after 1 again” He chuckled.

Curse him for being right.

“I’m not talking to you about this Jacob.” You reply with a pout

“So I was right!” He laughed in amusement.

Before you could reply, Rooster interrupted with an irritated tone.

“Hey, who said you can talk to my girl Hangman? Get into position, I’ll be there in a sec.” Rooster said gruffly.

“Only because you make it too easy Rooster, see you up there. And I’ll talk to YOU later ATC.” Jake chuckled, smugness dripping from his voice, before he went radio silent.

“Your girl huh?” You said softly, your voice now missing the joking tone it held just moments before.

“Was he flirting with you? Why am I even asking, its Hangman, of course he was flirting with you.” You could hear the pout in his voice.

You giggled at his unfounded jealousy.

“He wasn’t, I promise, we were just joking around.”

“And even if he was, you know I only have eyes for you” You tell him with a smile.

“Promise Cloud?”

“Promise Brad Brad.”

——————————————————————————————-

You were seated in the Hard Deck with Laura, Lia, and Sara. Finally being considered a part of the group. You were sipping your drinks and laughing about the usual Navy antics that you all saw this week.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket to see no text from Rooster. This was a continuing trend starting earlier today after they landed post exercise. This was strange because Bradley, without fail, always texted you after he’d gotten out of his F-18 and returned to the pilot lounge.

You were of course worried about him, he was not the type to just disappear without saying anything. Even now, you look across the bar to the dagger squad only to see that Bradley was not with them. You made eye contact with Jake and sent him a questioning look only for him to shrug at you and started tying on his phone.

Jacob S: Before you ask, I haven’t seen him either.

You: Don’t you all usually leave together?

Jacob S: Yeah usually, but he was held up today

You: By what?

Before Hangman could reply to you, you saw the undeniable view of Rooster strutting into the Hard Deck, but he was not alone.

He had a girl under his arm, she was tall, and built like a supermodel with dark hair and piercing green eyes that you can clearly see the color of even from across the room.

You felt a weight the size of a bowling settle in your stomach. Who was she?

“Thats Amanda Sharp.” Sara explained, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Call sign Rumor.”

“Apparently she is one of the best WSOs in the game, well of course behind Bob, Fanboy, and Halo.” She continued.

“Why is she here?” Lia asked the question you were thinking.

“This is not confirmed yet, but apparently she was called back to be Rooster’s back seater for a highly classified mission.”

That covered the basis of who she was but another question was sitting on your brain. Who was she to Bradley?

“Ladies.” Jake showed up out of nowhere at your table.

“Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?” He asked with his signature smirk pointing to you.

“Of Course Lieutenant Commander.” Laura replied with soft sigh obviously affected by his charm.

“Thank you I appreciate it.” He added before he led you to a corner of the bar that didn’t have as many receiving ears.

“Before you freak out, that girl is Amanda Sharp, or Rumor, she got called here for an assignment with Rooster.” He explained.

“Yeah I’ve been informed of that.”

“Who is she? And why does she and Bradley seem close?” You asked, hoping he had more answers than your ATC friends.

“I don’t know too much, but apparently shes from here and her and Rooster grew up together….”

“Childhood sweethearts?” You inquired.

“I have no clue, but thats why I came to talk to you cuz I knew you would freak out.”

“Freak out? I’m not freaking out. Oh my God! Is that why he hasn’t texted me all day? He was preoccupied with her.” You started pacing while Hangman looked at you in amusement.

“Shh relax, see? What did I say? ” He grabbed your shoulders to stop you from burning a hole on the ground.

“Yes he was showing her around base and we were getting briefed on the mission earlier today, which why we BOTH weren’t texting you earlier. But I’m sure sure you didn’t notice my absence as much as Bradshaw’s right?” He chuckled.

“Sorry Jake..” You felt guilty at not also noticing your friends’ unresponsiveness.

“No worries Honey, I’m just kidding.. Mostly.”

You looked across the bar again, this girl, Amanda seemed to fit right in with their group, joking around with Phoenix and making the other pilots laugh. She was absolutely stunning.

“She’s really pretty..” You pointed out sadly.

“Oh yeah she’s a smoke show.” Hangman agreed with your observation.

“I’m surprised you’re not over there flirting with her.”

“Hey! I don’t have the urge to flirt with every attractive woman.” He exclaimed feigning offense.

You raised a knowing eyebrow at him.

“Okay you don’t believe me, but I could’ve been turning my charm on you a long time ago and I haven’t.” He rationalized.

“That’s because you respect Rooster too much, and I’m not even your type.” You laughed at him.

“Yes despite my better judgement I definitely respect Bradshaw too much.” He admits with a sigh.

“But you’re wrong about the second part, all beautiful women are my type, and last time I checked you honey, fall under that category.” He corrected you.

“Thanks Jake..”

You knew that he was just being a good friend, and trying to make you feel better. But you couldn’t help but feel insecure about your standing with Rooster, especially when a woman so beautiful and so suited for him is now within reach.

You sigh sadly as you look at Rooster and Rumor across the bar, not only do they look good together, even their call signs sound good together.

Hangman follows your eyes across the bar before putting a hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb.

“Just talk to Bradshaw about it, okay?”

“I promise that nothing can come between what you have.”

He says before returning back to the pool tables with the rest of the pilots.

——————————————————————————————-

You returned home after your conversation with Hangman, telling your friends that you suddenly had felt under the weather and wanted to get some rest.

You wondered if Rooster was even going to call you tonight. It was part of your routine, your body and your heart expected it at this point. But with the recent developments, should you let yourself hope?

You always knew that this was going to end, Bradley couldn’t wait for you forever. He was eventually going to find his match, one who was not too afraid to show herself to him.And it was finally here, in the form of Amanda Sharp.

You were preparing yourself for disappointment so you were genuinely surprised to receive a call from Rooster, albeit very much later than when he usually called, but nevertheless, he called you!

“Hey Cloud!” He sounded so excited.

“Hi.” you breathed out, hoping to sound as normal as possible.

“How was your day?” He asked you.

“It was okay, missed you today..”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry for being MIA, I had a pretty busy day.” He explained.

“That’s fine Brad, what did you do?” You asked him, hoping to not sound like you were prying (even though you already knew why he was so busy.)

“Hangman and I were briefed about an upcoming mission they want us to fly, its not yet official or confirmed but there’s a possibility they need us at some point.”

He still had not mentioned Rumor, was he purposely trying to hide it from you?

“Did anything else happen?” You tried your best to not sound accusatory.

“Not too much, that took up the majority of the day honestly… Oh and Mandy came in today!” He sounded so overjoyed to mention her.

“Mandy?”

“She’s a WSO, call sign Rumor, she got called in for the possible mission.”

You were hoping he would elaborate.

“So you know her well?”

“Yeah.. we actually grew up together.”

“Were you friends?”

“Friends, and we dated for a little while in high school and then again while in flight school.”

And there it was, the history and connection that you feared that the two shared.

“Oh.. wow. That’s great, it must be great to reconnect with an old flame.” You forced out, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

“Hey,, are you okay sweetheart?” Of course your distress would not go unnoticed by Bradley.

“I’m fine, Rooster.” You insisted even though you were fighting everything in you to keep from crying.

“You know were ancient history right? We broke up before I even entered Top Gun.”

You wanted to trust him and you knew he wouldn’t intentionally lie to you.

“Okay Bradley, I believe you.”

“Good because you’re the only girl I want.” You smiled, hoping that he was telling the truth.

‘Now tell me what I missed today Cloud.”

——————————————————————————————-

The next couple of weeks has been… rough for the lack of a better word. Well it was for you, you weren’t quite so sure for Bradley.

His texts slowly got more and more sporadic, until you only received at most 3 a day, and they almost always had something to do with Rumor.

Brad Brad ✈️��: Mandy cooked me lunch!

Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I’m getting a haircut, Mandy says its getting too long.

He still made an effort to call you every night, but they were getting shorter and shorter and later and later, usually because he and Rumor were at the bar or having a movie night or getting dinner together.

Bradley told you they were just friends, and you wanted to trust him. But you were growing more and more anxious about their relationship every passing day.

You were barely assigned to be ATC for Rooster since Rumor became his back seater, and the times you were, he was completely business and has not said anything outside asking for clearance.

You would look at the from across the mess hall, or across the bar, or down at the Tarmac and see how comfortable and in touch they were with each other. Hangman would shoot you looks of pity whenever he would catch you doing this.

Jakey 🤠: You look like a kicked puppy

You: Can you blame me?

Jakey 🤠: They’re just talking shop

You: Didn’t realize talking shop was so funny.

Jakey 🤠: It can be

Jakey 🤠: Just finish eating, and we can drink away the bad thoughts later

You: I might just take you up on that.

When you were leaving the mess hall, you saw Rumor clinging to Bradley’s arm as they were laughing at something that you unfortunately missed. There’s the brick in your stomach settling in again.

You were out with your ATC friends once again, trying to distract yourself from the crappy thoughts that were plaguing your mind. You were thankful that the group picked another bar, as you could not spend another evening seeing Amanda and Bradley together.

“I swear I have no luck dating in this town.” Lia sighed

“It’s impossible to find a Navy man who’s emotionally available and single.” Sara explained.

“I swear it would be easier to find a needle in a haystack.”

You nodded in agreement, but keeping your own relationship troubles to yourself.

“Speaking of Navy men..” Laura turned to you.

“What’s your deal with Hangman?”

“Jake? We’re friends.” You explained to them.

“You guys seem awfully close.” Lia added with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s just helping me through some things.” You hoped that this was enough to quell their curiosity.

As much as you liked these girls, you were not ready for anyone else to know about your situation with Bradley.

“Are you sure? I swore I saw something there.” Laura stated.

“Nope, just a platonic casual friendship.” You smiled grateful for Jake’s companionship.

“If you say so girl.”

“Oh shit, y’all will not believe what just happened.” Sara exclaimed, wide eyed at something on her phone.

“I know we should’ve gone to the Hard Deck tonight!”

The three of you stared at her in confusion, while Sara continued jaw slacked, typing on her phone.

“Well are you going to share with the class?” Laura asked, clearly losing patience.

“Okay, so my friend who works down in the hangar has been kind of giving me updates about the whole Rooster and Rumor situation.” Sara explained.

“Situation?” Lia asked.

“They’re like high school sweethearts or something and also had a bit of a thing at flight school.”.

“Why'd they break up?” Laura asked.

“From what I heard, they were assigned to different bases, Rooster in Virginia and Rumor in Texas. They couldn’t make it work with the distance.”

“Unresolved feelings?” You added with a gulp, all your insecurities from the past couple weeks now culminating.

“No actually, they decided to be ‘just friends’. And based on what my friend has been telling me these past few weeks, they do seem very much platonic.”

You could feel relief slowly fill you, maybe your worries have been unfounded and they really are just friends.”

“Then why the sudden freak out?” Laura inquired.

“So my friend is at the Hard Deck right now, and she walked out to the back deck for some air. Guess who she saw out there making out?”

“No!” Lia gasped.

You suddenly felt like you just had the air punched out of you.

“So much for being ‘just friends.’” Laura chucked

You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. The whole world felt like it was spinning and it didn’t help that you already had two martinis in your system.

You stood up, trying leaning on the table to keep your balance.

“I gotta use the restroom.” You excused yourself.

“You want us to come?” Lia asked.

“No its okay I just need a minute.:

You walked towards the back, trying to keep your footsteps even and your breathing as steady as possible.

When you knew you were out of ear shot, you took out your phone and pressed a button on your recently called. The phone rang a couple times before being picked up.

“Did you see it?” You asked

Hangman sighed before answering.

“Yes I did.”

You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck.

You could no longer hold back the tears.

“So this entire time I’ve been right to worry.” You sobbed.

“No, I promise before tonight, they hadn’t been anything but completely platonic.”

“The rest of us are just as shocked as you.” Jake argued.

“People don’t just makeout out of nowhere Hangman.”

It was getting harder and harder to breath as you the flood gates continuously brained themselves.

“Honey, breath.” Jake was now worried.

“I just-..”

“Jake, I can’-..”

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You told him where you were and he came to pick you up less than 20 minutes later, telling Lia, Laura, and Sara you were having an allergic reaction and needed to get home.

You spent most of the drive home sobbing your eyes out. With Jake not quite knowing what to do to help you.

You finally got your breathing back to normal when he parked in froont of your apartment building.

“I know you’re upset, and you are right to. But I think you need to talk to Bradshaw.”

“At least let him explain.”

“There is nothing to explain Jake, I was right, there was something there with Rumor.”

It felt ironic that her call sign was so fitting in this situation.

“Even if there was something there the entire time, which I honestly doubt, you should at least hear him out.”

“He’s crazy about you, don’t just throw that away.”

“Okay.” You tell Jake, not sure why, if only to get rid of him and wallow in your own self pity.

“Call me or text me if you need anything okay?” He tells you before driving away.

——————-——————————————————————————————-—————

Bradley still called you, you don’t know why. He should’ve been with Amnada right now, letting out the years of frustration from being apart.

Or maybe the gentleman he was, called to call things off with you instead of leaving you in the dark. You didn’t know which one would be worse for you in this situation.

“I missed you today baby.’ You heard his voice breath out.

Baby? Why was he talking to you like he didn’t just have his tongue down Rumor’s throat less than an hour ago?

“Is it true Bradley?”

You heard his breath hitch.

“How’d you find out?” He asked, guilt coating his voice.

“The Hard Deck is not exactly a private place. Everyone on base knows by now.” You answered voice solemn.

“Please don’t be mad, I can explain.” He stated frantically.

“Explain what Bradley? You and Rumor kissed, I think thats all you can say about it.”

“You rekindled the old flame.”

“No you couldn’t be anymore wrong.” he insisted.

“Maybe we had something in the past but I never thought of her as anymore than a friend after I met you.”

“Earlier at the Hard Deck we were with the rest of the squad playing pool like we usually do and she asked if we could talk outside.” He explained.

You debated stopping him, avoid hearing the sordid details, but for some reason unknown you let him continue.

“She told me that the past few weeks made her realize that she still had feelings for me and then she kissed me.”

“But I swear to you I pushed her away, and I told her that there was someone else and that I just saw her as a friend.

“But not before everyone in the Hard Deck saw.”

Did you want to believe him? Why would Rooster be stupid enough to push away his breathtakingly beautiful ex girlfriend for you?

He was attempting to make you feel better but the cause of their breakup was being torn apart by distance. And now that they’re back in the same place. What's to stop them from starting again?

“Its okay Bradley, you don’t have to lie to me if you still feel something for her.” You wanted to make this as clean of a break as possible, if he was going to leave you at least you can go with dignity.

“I already told you Cloud. Theres nothing there.. Its ancient history!”

“I love you!” He exclaimed.

“Bradley please. You don’t have to say that.”

“But its true. Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you trust me?” He pleaded.

“That’s not it! Bradley, I just-”

“No you don’t! We’ve been doing this dance for months, and anytime I tell you how I feel, you discount my feelings.”

“Despite everything you still won’t meet me!I still don’t even know your name!”

“Why don’t you let me see who you are?” He begged.

“I think we need to end this.”

It broke your heart to have to do this, but you knew it was inevitable, it was better to rip off the bandaid than to let both of you get hurt more.

“What are you saying?”

“Bradley I’m sorry, I don’t want to hold you back anymore. You deserve someone who's smart, beautiful, accomplished, you deserve so much better than me.” You could no longer stop the tear that escaped from your eyes.

“But don’t you get it Cloud? You are all those things, I’ve never seen your face but I know that, I know you, and I love you. You are all I want.”

“Bradley.. I can’t.”

“Okay then I won’t push you, and I won’t force you to stay if that’s not what you want.”

“But just know.. I didn’t leave, I don’t want to leave. You pushed me away.”

You pressed end call before you could hurt him more than you already have. It needed to be done. Now he was free to explore whatever could happen with Rumor and you can maybe start to move on with your life.

And for the first time in a long time rather than the sound of Bradley’s voice, you fell asleep to complete silence

——————————————————————————————-

Your punctuality and your perfect attendance at work definitely paid off because you now accumulated enough vacation days to mope around and heal from your breakup with Bradley. (Can you even call it a breakup if you were never actually together?)

You couldn’t log into work and be his ATC after everything thats happened. And you couldn’t sit up on that comm tower and watch him and Rumor rekindle their relationship.

You spent the past three days licking your wounds and getting used to the silence that filled your once enlivened phone, with only an occasional text from your mom, fellow ATCs , and Jake reminding you that your phone did actually still work.

You were ready to sleep the rest of the day away when you got a text from Hangman.

Jakey 🤠: Open your door, I’m outside.

You: No. I want to be alone.

Jakey 🤠: I know that, I promise I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.

Jakey 🤠: Please

You: Fine.

You dragged yourself off your bed, not bothering to care that you did not look presentable enough to be seen by other humans.

You opened the door to a nervous Hangman in his dress whites.

You let him in and watched him awkwardly stand in your living room before asking.

“What is so important Jake?”

“You need to see Bradshaw. In person. Face to face. Tonight.” He tells you firmly.

“Absolutely not!”

“Did he put you up to this? I did what I did, for him. Bradley and I are done, and there no reason to-”

“Please listen.” Hangman interrupted desperately. You can tell he was holding back a lot so you stopped yourself from continuing your tirade and sat on your couch. Eyeing Hangman and silently inviting him to sit as well.

He sat on the spot next to you, avoiding your gaze, which you couldn’t understand because Jake was not the type to shy away from eye contact.

“That mission that we kept talking about? Rooster, Rumor, and I were chosen to fly it.” He explained, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“I thought that mission was only circumstantial? It wasn’t even confirmed.” You were confused.

“Well they confirmed it. Today.” He replied

“Were getting shipped out tomorrow.”

“How bad is it?” You gulped.

“Its bad, we’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Is it worse that the uranium plant?”

He nodded silently.

“Oh Jake.” You hugged his figure tightly, trying to exude as much sympathy as you could in your embrace.

He released himself your grasp after a few moments and looked at you with a sad smile.

“Now don’t go crying on me now Honey. Don’t you worry about me, I chose to risk my life for my country.”

Of course, expect Hangman to joke even in the face of death.

He stood up unexpectedly pulling you up with him.

“But that’s why you need to talk to Rooster.”

“Don’t let him go, not knowing who you are.”

“But Jake-.” You were ready to protest with the same point you’ve been using this entire ordeal, which were now sounding insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

“You already broke it off, you already lost each other. What more can you lose?”

“Do this, not just for him but for you. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

He was right. Rooster was leaving for a mission so classified and dangerous that only the three aviators, admirals, and a select few ATCs knew about it. If Bradley died on that mission, you would hate yourself forever for never giving him answers.

“Okay.. I will.” You replied softly.

“Atta-girl.” Jake smiled at you with his signature smirk.

“Now go shower and get ready because you stink!” He tells you playfully as you made your way to your bedroom to make yourself presentable.

You found yourself yet again anxiously sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s car.

“Stop being so nervous, I promise it’ll be okay. Bradshaw loves you.” Jake tells you as you pull up to the Hard Deck.

You exit Hangman’s truck and enter the Hard Deck cautiously, immediately searching for Bradley.

Then you saw him, he was sitting at the bar in his dress whites nursing a scotch. He was absolutely radiant.

You debated turning around and walking out of that bar and out of Bradley’s life forever, but you kept your feet planted, and slowly but surely made your way to him.

“Rooster?” You call to him with a tap on his shoulder.

Here goes nothing.

He says your name in response, and as much as you love the little nickname he’s been calling you these past several months, hearing him say your real name felt absolutely perfect, like he was always meant to say it.

“You’re Hangman’s friend right?” He asks you with a small smile.

“Yes I am! I’m here because I wanted to say-”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but tonight is sort of a last hurrah and I’m waiting for-”

“Oh here she is!”

You turned to see Leiutenant Sharp approaching the bar.

“Mandy! You’re finally here.” He said with a wide smile as he pulled her in for a hug

And there it was, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, and any hope you had was swept away.

“Roo! Come on you owe me a dance.” She tells him as she pulled him up from his stool.

“Sure, just let me talk to-” Rooster turned to look at you but you were already gone.

How could you have been so stupid? You should’ve just left the situation alone. You had a clean break and you did it with your dignity intact.

But you were so dumb and such a hopeless romantic for letting Jake drag you there only to have your heart further ripped apart.

You ran out to the back deck, not being able to stand to be around the new (old?) couple any longer. You tried, you really did but you weren’t even worth his time.

You wished you stayed in bed, where you were safe, instead you were here completely humiliated, trying not to further embarrass yourself by crying in public.

You heard the back door open and saw Jake step out into the night.

“I saw what happened…”

“So you saw how completely humiliated I was?” You asked him, frustration flooding out of your body.

“He obviously has a lot on his mind, he didn’t mean it, if you tried again-”

“Don’t you get it Jake? Everything I told you would happen, happened.”

“He completely blew me off! He didn’t even let me talk.” You didn’t realize how loud you were and didn’t realize that Bradley’s pricked up, finally recognizing your voice.

“He took one look at me and decided I wasn’t even worth his time.”

“Can I even blame him Jake? Look at me, I wouldn’t give me the time of day either.”

“No Stop! I am sick of you not seeing just how beautiful you are!” Jake blurted.

“You are so absolutely breathtaking and Bradshaw is an idiot for blowing you off.”

You were shocked at his admition, you opened your mouth to reply, when you heard the back door open.

“I am an idiot.” You were shocked to see Bradley now standing on the back deck.

Shocked silence settled between the three of you

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Jake ended the stillness before moving back inside the Hard Deck.

“So its you.” Bradley stared at you with a straight face, his expression indiscernible.

Its funny how you were so much better at reading him when it was just his voice.

“You have been here the whole time.” He commented

“Yeah Bradley I have.” You sighed, staring down at your feet.

“Look at me.” He pleaded.

You slowly looked up to see he was now closer to you. Almost a breath away.

“Why? Why did you hide from me for so long?”

“I already told you.. You deserve someone better than me.” You answered, your voice cracking.

“And I told you that you are all I want.”

“You say that Bradley but when I tried to show myself to you…you tossed me aside.”

“Within one sentence you decided that I wasn’t enough.”

“You know that was not my intention.” He replied.

“But that’s exactly what you did. So all of my anxieties were proven right.”

“I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”

You avoided saying those three words to him, knowing that whatever you had was temporary, you were trying to protect yourself. Even now after admitting it, you didn’t feel any weight lift off of you, your heart only feeling heavier.

Bradley stared at you with wide eyes, but made no effort to respond to you finally declaring your love for him.

You decided to not let this shit show drag on any longer.

“Good luck on your mission Leuitenant Commander Bradshaw.” You whispered, touching your hand to his cheek, accepting that this is the last interaction you’ll ever have with him.

With that final action, you turned and ran out back to the parking lot, Jake running after you, and leaving Bradley standing alone.

——————————————————————————————-

The drive home was done in relative silence, a million thoughts swirling around your head.

You almost didn’t realize that Jake’s truck was now parked in front of your apartment building.

You both continued to sit in silence, not knowing what the other one was thinking.

“Hey about what I said earlier…it was completely out of nowhere and I don’t want to give you more to worry about” Jake took the leap.

“Can we just forget about it?”

You decided to not make it any harder for him, the night already having too much drama for you to handle.

“Don’t worry about it Jake, consider it forgotten.” You smiled at him finally unbuckling yourself.

“But I meant it, you are so beautiful, both inside and out. I know it, and even though Bradshaw is a moron, he knows it too.”

“I just wish you knew it.”

“Thank you Jake…for everything.” You tell him softly.

“Good luck tomorrow Hangman, try your best to come back okay? I still need my best friend alive and well.” You gave him the most genuine smile you could muster.

“I’ll try my best Honey.” Giving you that signature dazzling Seresin smile.

And with a final kiss on his cheek, you jumped of the truck and back into your lonely apartment.

——————————————————————————————-

You couldn’t bring yourself to sleep even if you wanted to.

When did life get so complicated?

You were missing the quiet existence you were living before that faithful mission and that indecorous call.

But you knew deep down that you would never trade the time you had with Bradley for anything. Even though it did end as painfully as it did.

You were laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, you’ve run out of tears to cry hours ago, and now you were just numb.

The events that transpired earlier that evening were definitely part of the reason for your restlessness, but you also couldn’t feel panicked about the mission that Bradley and Jake were about to embark on.

Technically you did give Bradley a proper goodbye, but it obviously didn’t go quite as you hoped, even though it did prove your previously thought irrational musings correct.

But the satisfaction you usually had about being proven right was absent and all you felt was dread. But this is how it's meant to be.

If (and hopefully when) the three aviators return from the mission, Bradley will return to Amanda, who he rightly belonged. He will continue to be well known in the Navy community, hell he might even get another promotion.

And you would just be back to being another ATC, back to being invisible.

An incredibly hard pill to swallow but one that you always knew you had to take.

Your bedside alarm flashed the time, 4:15am. In less than an hour they will be well on their way to uncertain death and there no use being awake if it’ll be the same outcome no matter what you do.

You reached to turn off your phone for the night, but you saw the notification from someone you assumed no longer wanted to have anything to do with you.

Brad Brad ✈️🐔

2 new voicemails

You took a deep breath before pressing play on the first one.

“Hey Cloud.. Oh sorry”

He apolgized before correcting himself and saying your name.

“I know that this is coming too late, and you probably won’t hear until I’ve already gone. I honestly don’t know if you’ll hear this message at all, honestly I wouldn't blame you if you just deleted this message once you saw it was from me…..

“But in case you do listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I screwed up so badly, and I was a complete asshole to you. I guess I was so in my head about the mission, Mandy, and how you ended things with us, that I ignored what was always in front of me. Every moment I spent talking to you made so indescribably happy, it was like I was on Cloud 9, every single day I heard your voice. All I’ve wanted these past few months was you, to see you, to finally touch you and prove to myself that you weren’t just a figment of my imagination. ”

“When you came up to me earlier tonight, and finally make what I’ve been wishing for a reality, I fucked it up by being an idiot. I was so caught up in my own bullshit that while I did hear your voice and your words, I wasn’t listening. Because if I was actually listening I would’ve found you a long time ago.

“I should’ve know it was you…from the moment I saw you, I couldn’t my take yes off of you. The girl who was so breathtaking that I almost tripped over myself in the hallway. The girl sitting across the room from me in the mess hall whose laugh seemed so full of life. I was even jealous of Hangman for getting to be friends with this beautiful girl. I was looking for you this entire time, when I should’ve seen that you were always there. I was just too ignorant to notice.

“It hurt that you hid your face and your name from me, it honestly felt like you didn’t trust me. That I was just a little plaything for you. But I can see now that I was wrong. It breaks my heart that you think that you’re not good enough for me, because you are, you are more than good enough. I’m the one who's not worthy of your kindness, your admiration, and your love…”

“I hate that you think you’re just another girl, one whos not worthy of all the love in the world. I hate everything and every person that ever made you feel that way. And I especially hate that I was one of them.”

“Theres so many other things I want to say, but my point is I love you Cloud. You are the best parts of my day, you make me laugh, you listen to my stupid jokes, tolerate my instent flirting, you give me another reason to keep going. I haven’t had one since my parents died… You made me remember why I loved music.”

“I wish things could’ve gone differently earlier, if I didn’t fuck up so badly, I would be with you right now. And if I don’t come back at least I would’ve still had the chance to hold you in my arms. But I ruined that for myself.

“So if I never see you again, I want to say thank you, thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me. Thank you for making me feel like I’m on Cloud 9. I really hope you can forgive me, but of course I understand if you don’t. I owe you that much.

“I promise I will try to come back, okay? I will try to come back for you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to become the man that is good enough for you. I love you Cloud, and whether i die tomorrow or 80 years from now… I always will.”

The voicemail ended with a beep.

Bradley loves you, even after he saw you, he still loves you.

In fact he loves you not DESPITE all the things you hate about yourself but BECAUSE of all those things. He’s the one who think hes not good enough, not the other way around. And he couldn’t be any more wrong.

Tears once again coated your face, this time not because of pain and sadness but because of joy.

You remembered that he sent a second voicemail, you couldn’t think of what else Bradley could've added to make you love him more. It's impossible.

You pressed play and heard his voice singing “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” , the first song he’s ever sung to you, and you couldn’t help but let more tears of joy fall.

Yet again, he managed to prove you wrong. He was too good at that.

Then a realization hit you. You flipped your head to see the time, 4:30am.

You have to head to base, You got dressed as quickly as possible, even quicker than the day you woke up late.

You quickly drove into base, pulling into the employee parking lt not even bothering to check if you were between the lines.

You sprinted across the tarmac past the remaining planes and to the dock where the aircraft carrier was positioned to set sail.

Thank God, it hadn’t left the dock. You saw the crew that was manning the mission enter the carrier, it was a fairly small crew due to the classified nature of the mission. You looked around hoping to find Bradley to no avail.

He was probably situated deep in the carrier, preparing for his mission. You were too late.

You suddenly heard someone call your name.

You turned to see Jake jogging towards you. You were a bit disappointed, but glad to see your friend off before he boarded.

“What are you doing here?” Jake asked you joy plastered on his face.

“Just saying goodbye to my best friend.” You said with a smile giving him a hug.

When you both came out from the hug, you noticed Jake looking past your head

“I’m really happy to see you.” He chuckled.

“But there’s someone else who’s gonna be even happier to see you.” He said with a soft smile as he pointed behind you.

You turned around and there he was. The man whos voice you spent every night falling asleep to, the man you had to remind that if something is unnaturally green you shouldn’t eat it, and the man who you were so hopelessly and deeply in love with.

You were both staring at one another, slowly walking towards one another, only a few inches apart. Not knowing who was going to make the first move or say the first words.

“Oh hell, am I gonna have to do everything?” Jake exclaimed before pushing you into Bradley’s arms.

“Thank me later!” Jake waved back as he walked to board the carrier.

“You’re here!” Bradley smiled, ending your vocal stalemate.

“I got your voicemails.” You responded also a smile adorning your face.

Bradley pulled you closer, his arms wrapped you waist and yours around neck. You were now nose to nose.

“So you know I meant every single word of it.” He whispered.

“I do.” You responded.

“And i want you to know.. I love you too Brad Brad.”

That was enough for him to finally close the distance between your lips.

You must’ve imagine what kissing Bradley would feel like a thousand times, but none of those daydreams and fantasies compared to the real deal.

It felt like you were drinking water after a lifetime of thirst. His lift were so soft and firm and it felt like absolute magic. His fingers dug into you waist and you leaned deeper into him as he ran his tongue across your lips. You took the hint and opened your mouth and the minute his tongue slipped in you couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your lips .

You suddenly rememebered where you were and pulled back, connecting your forehead with his.

“Sorry Cloud, got a bit carried away there.” Bradley comments with a smirk.

“Yeah, you think?” You reply with an amused smile.

“I’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten my manners. How about I take you to dinner first?” He asks you.

“Hmmm..I don’t know.” You reply jokingly.

“Come on! Rejecting me again sweetheart? A man’s pride can only take so many hits” Bradley says with a pout

“I’m just kidding, I’d love to go to dinner with you.” You giggle kissing the pout off his face.

“In one condition..” You added.

“Oh yeah? What is that?” He asked with a raise eyebrow.

“Come back alive.”

“Deal.”

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daddydindjarin · 2 years ago

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The Long and Winding Road

Part One: The Proposal

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no physical description of the Reader given) Rating: 18+ Mature Wordcount: 1371 Summary: You’ve made plans to road trip across America, but you need someone to drive you. Enter Frankie Morales. Warnings: None A/N: So, I’m going to actually TRY to put out a multi chapter fic, since this isn’t leaving my brain, and inspired me enough to actually write. We’ll see what happens. Literally written in two hours, and un-beta’d. Lemme know if you see any glaring errors! Dividers by @firefly-graphics!

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The plastic taste of the pen cap that you were chewing on was just bitter enough to remind you of the task at hand. Glancing up to check to see if any new faces had appeared in the coffee shop, you could feel the tension rippling across your shoulders as you looked back down to the black journal in front of you.

He probably wouldn’t show. Not that you could blame him if that was the case, the whole idea was crazy, and you were more than likely just as looney for being the mastermind behind it. When you told your co-worker and the closest thing to a friend you could claim, Alyssa, about your plan to spend the next few months travelling the United States, she was skeptical and concerned. You had lived in Tampa your entire life, and while you had often dreamed of travelling, work and life kept getting in the way.

For 30 years.

You had finally decided that it was time. You had no surviving family save an ancient great-aunt whom you had never met, that sent a Christmas card out of an old school sense of sentimentality, but more likely because when your grandmother died, she left you her house and small fortune, and Aunt Matilda had been sending cards to that address for 60 years, so why stop just because her sister was dead? You had enough in savings to quit your job and still be comfortable for a few months- longer if you made smart choices, and nothing keeping you here except for common sense and the knowledge that it was a safe option.

But, you reminded yourself, scratching a quick figure in the margins of the journal while you tallied the price of gas, safe options hadn’t really worked in your favor, or you would be making this trip with friends, or family or at least a boyfriend, instead of waiting for the stranger Alyssa had recommended to you after you told her your plan.

“He’s kind of rough around the edges, but he was in the military with Benny,” she had told you in the break room while you stirred a vitamin powder into your tea, mentioning her long-time boyfriend. “He’s a pilot, fly’s helicopters.”

You had been quick to reply, not quite believing the possible luck you may have just fallen into. “And you think he’ll just be able to a few months off to chauffer me around the country? Doesn’t he have a family or something?”

Alyssa raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Are you really one to talk?”

Flushing, you waved a hand for her to continue.

“He’s divorced, and he’s got a kid- but she lives with his ex-wife in Miami,” Alyssa cocked her head to the side, thinking. “He told Benny they were going to Chile to visit with family for a few months, so now is a perfect time for him to be free. For the right price, that is.”

You had told her not to worry about that, you’d compensate him fairly, and asked her to help you set up the meeting. The next day, she gave you a date and time to meet him at this little coffee shop, and here you were, waiting rather impatiently, though you refused to show it.

The bell on the door rang, and you looked up again, trying not to get your hopes up, mostly convinced he had changed his mind. To your shock, the man from the picture Alyssa had showed you of “Catfish” stood in the doorway, looking around for you too. You raised your hand to get his attention, and catching sight of you, he quickly made his way to your little table with long strides. As he approached, you studied him, realizing his picture did not do him justice. Tan skin, a square jaw peppered with short facial hair that stubbornly refused to grow all the way in, a full set of lips and a strong hooked nose sat below deep brown eyes framed by long lashes and laugh lines. He was incredibly handsome; you’d have to be blind not to see that. He was then standing in front of you, watching you closely before extending his hand. You grasped it firmly, pleased with how warm his large hand was as it almost completely enveloped your own.

“Hello,” he said, his voice deep and pleasant, “Frankie.”

“Hello,” you responded, gingerly taking your hand back and gesturing to the seat across from you as you told him your name. “Please, sit. Do you want a coffee or anything?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” He sat heavily, still watching you with those dark eyes. “So, Alyssa told Benny that you needed help with a job?”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “I mean, technically yes, if you want to put it that way. But you make it sound like I’m trying to take a hit out on someone. It’s nothing like that.”

Frankie chuckled, leaning back in the chair, and crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright, so what do you need me to do?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your form.

Taking a deep breath, you clasped your hands together under the table, wringing your fingers as the nerves built up. “I want to spend the next few months travelling across the country, mostly sight-seeing, and I need someone to drive me.”

His eyebrows raised high on his forehead, almost disappearing into his hair, a look of skepticism crossing his face. “You want me,” he said slowly, as if he was processing your statement even as he spoke, “to drive you around the country?”

You nodded, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table. “I’d pay for everything. We’d use my Jeep, and I’ll pay you for your time, as well as food and board. There are a few “musts” on my list, but the only real requirement is that we’re in New York by Christmas.”

“That’s…” he stopped himself before he said anything else, clearly deciding against pointing out that it was only September now. “You wouldn’t really need three months to travel the states. Few weeks would work just fine.”

You shook your head. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and it’s a lot of time, but I want to take my time doing this, and really enjoy it.”

He frowned, rubbing his chin, and studying you. “Why so sudden? Got family or something you’re meeting in New York?”

You waved a hand, dismissing his questions. “No, it’s nothing like that. Just something I want to do, and have wanted to do for a while. The ‘why's’ aren’t really that important.”

He sighed, but didn’t press you further, shaking his head, and you could feel the rejection coming, panic rising in your chest. “I don’t thi- “

“I’ll pay you 30 thousand dollars.”

Silence spread between you; his face shocked. “Wha- “

“I know that this is crazy. I’ve been planning this for a month now, and if I’m going to do this, I want to be able to spend my time actually seeing the sights, and I need someone to drive me for that. I’ll give you $15,000 today, right now, if you agree to this, and the rest when we get to New York.” You could feel yourself speaking faster, almost begging him to agree to this crazy plan.

He was quiet for a long moment, and you were ready for him to decline again, but instead he spoke quietly, “Are you sure about this? That’s a lot of money, and I’m stranger. You don’t know me, but you’re wanting to spend three months in a car with me?”

You smiled brightly, nodding to him. “I’m positive. Sometimes you have to put your faith in strangers to make things work. Alyssa said that Benny trusts you, so I’ll trust you too.”

He blinked at you and then scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “This is completely insane. But if you’re sure, then let’s do it.”

It took everything in you not to squeal, excitement bursting from you. “Thank you, thank you, so much! Oh, my gosh, I can’t believe this!”

He chuckled at your rambling, tapping the table with two fingers. “So, Chiflado, when do we leave?”

Grinning back at him, you stood from the table, closing your journal, and placing it in your bag while pulling out a heavy manila folder and handed it to him. His eyes widened, looking at the $15,000 in cash you handed him so nonchalantly.

“Could you be ready in two days?”

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hederasgarden · 2 years ago

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Friendly Competition - Part 1

Summary: Rooster and Hangman’s competition for your attention reaches a new level.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Civilian!F!Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only. Sexual content, dirty talk and discussions of oral sex.

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Thank you @skvatnavle for the title and @callsignhurricane for the header! This will be a two part fic. I know nothing about how the US military works but let’s pretend they hire civilians, ok? Thank you to the anon who asked for this idea. Reblogs and comments feed the muse.

In your position working for Admiral Simpson you’ve had to deal with your fair share of hot-shot pilots. Through trial and error over the years, you’ve learned how to handle them, perfecting the single eyebrow arch that says "kindly fuck off and die" and a resting bitch face that could stop most men in their tracks. Your claim to fame is the afternoon you turned away a Rear Admiral from meeting with your boss and had him apologize for interrupting you.

After that, word got around that you were not to be trifled with and dealing with cocky top gun pilots became infinitely easier. Now they were polite to you and some even tried to get on your good side since they knew you had the Admiral's ear. It wasn’t uncommon to find little offerings on your desk from service members who wanted you to squeeze them into his schedule or put in a good word with him. It’s why you don’t immediately shut down Rooster and Hangman when they begin paying extra attention to you. You assume they’re just looking for an in with the Admiral like everyone else.

It starts with little gifts, baked goods, and fresh coffee in the morning. You accept their offerings, unwilling to say no to free caffeine since the base cafe essentially served brown water and had the audacity to call it coffee. After that, things quickly escalate. Flowers for administrative professional day or just because. Somehow Hangman figures out your favorite flower and you get a fresh delivery weekly for a month straight. Then an expensive box of French chocolates shows up on your desk from Rooster. You're amused that he signs the cards with a little caricature of his namesake. He's not a half-bad artist.

Both men are extremely chatty when they visit, borderline flirty but that seemed to be the natural setting for most pilots… Except for Bob, who was a little terrified of you even though you always smiled at him. He’s been a favorite of the administration staff since day one.

Surprisingly, Rooster turns out to be the more subtle of the two about his flirting, approaching you with jokes and casual touches. He's more charming than you care to admit and could get you laughing even on a bad day. He also fills out that flight suit better than most men and damn if your eyes don’t linger on his backside when he disappears into the Admiral’s office.

Hangman surprises you by being more straightforward in his bid to get your attention, sitting on your desk and leaning into your space to tell you how nice you look. If asked, you’d deny that it had any effect on you (that flutter in your stomach was 100% unrelated to his proximity). He is also unfairly pretty and you find yourself thinking about those green eyes of his long after he leaves your office. The winking had initially been charming but then he did it so often that you actually suggested he get seen by the base optometrist. Admiral Simpson had a good laugh at that.

You expect the gifts and attention to taper off or for them to ask for a favor but when that doesn’t happen you start to wonder if they’re not actually looking for an in with your boss but with you instead. You’re not quite sure how to process that information. It’s flattering and frankly a little overwhelming if it’s true, because they’re both incredibly attractive men. However you also had a strict rule against dating pilots.

You’re half convinced you might be wrong until two days later when they’re both unexpectedly called into a meeting at the same time. They crowd around your desk after, running their routine on you, and trading little smirks. It’s then you realize what’s actually going on. It’s some stupid dick-measuring competition that you want absolutely no part of.

You’ve heard rumors about pilots running games on unsuspecting women, competing for bragging rights like being the first to sleep with a girl or get her number. You never expected to be the subject of one and had assumed no one was stupid enough to mess with the woman who managed the Admiral's office. Except apparently for these two idiots. At first you’re too mad and embarrassed to address the issue, sitting with the revelation for a few days until a life-size stuffed bear arrives from Rooster. That’s when you know you need to do something and do it fast. The last thing you want is for your boss to catch wind of this.

It’s not often you use the power of the Admiral’s office for personal benefit but today you make an exception, sending Rooster and Hangman a meeting invite when your boss will be off base. Both men show up with Starbucks in hand for you and although it physically pains you to dump out good coffee, you relish the look on their faces when you drop the cups in the trash can.

“This stops today.” you tell them, arms folded over your chest. “Whatever game you’re playing, I want no part of it. No more gifts or flowers.”

Both men exchange a look. "It's not a game ma'am," Hangman says.

Your eyes narrow and you purse your lips. “Then what the fuck are you doing?”

“Wooing you,” Rooster offers rubbing the back of his neck, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Wooing me?” You repeat back, allowing them to hear how dumb they sound.

“We are interested in you,” Hangman adds, surprisingly earnest.

“Sure. You both want to date me,” you say sarcastically. To their credit when you stand up they both take a step back immediately. “Here is what’s going to happen. I will oh so kindly not tell Admiral Simpson that his two best pilots are behaving like a couple of 12-year-olds with nothing better to do than play mean games and you’re going to leave me alone.”

“Ma’am, it’s not–” Rooster starts, looking almost a little panicked. You cut him off with a raised hand. He glances at Hangman who watches you with a blank expression but then you see a muscle in his cheek jump.

"Moving forward I am the ark of the covenant to you. You do not look at me. You do not touch me. If you do, I will make sure the Admiral sends you off to the shittiest carrier in the pacific. Also if I hear that you or any other pilot are playing this little game with someone else, the aforementioned threat will become a reality. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” they respond in unison.

Rooster almost looks a little hurt. Hangman’s jaw is set and you catch him shooting his friend an angry look. They both linger for a moment after you sit back down at your desk, only leaving once it’s clear you have nothing more to say.

✥

For three days you don’t hear a peep out of either pilot. Then the Admiral calls for a joint meeting that involves both of them. Hangman doesn’t greet you but you feel his eyes on you during the meeting. He’s got a toothpick in his mouth, working it hard enough it actually snaps in half while he’s staring you down. Rooster seems a little more cowed, giving you a quiet 'ma’am' as he passes your desk. He looks forlorn enough that the admiral asks if someone shot his dog.

It makes you feel a little bad about the dressing down you gave him. At least until the next day when you find him and Hangman waiting for you in the parking lot. Hangman’s leaning against your car looking completely unbothered, wearing a pair of aviators with his arms folded across his broad chest. Rooster’s standing at what you assume is his lax version of parade rest. When he spots you approaching he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“We come in peace. Just give us one minute and if you don’t like what we have to say we’ll go.”

You press your tongue against your cheek, annoyed. They were persistent, you’d give them that. “You have 30 seconds.”

“To be blunt… we fucked up ma’am,” Rooster starts.

“You fucked up,” Hangman says pointedly. “I told you this wasn’t going to work from the start.”

“Well, you didn’t have any bright ideas at the time, did you hot shot?” Rooster fires back.

You clear your throat, tapping your wrist. Both men return their attention to you.

“Let me handle this,” Hangman says, pushing Rooster back and stepping into your space. He flicks his glasses down far enough to look at you over them, his green eyes uncharacteristically serious. “We are interested in you. It wasn’t a competition. Well, not a mean one but we got a little carried away with it.”

“You expect me to pick one of you to… what? Date? Sleep with?”

“Either, both if you like,” Hangman tells you confidently enough that you're a little impressed by how stupidly self-assured he is.

“But then we got to thinking, maybe you don’t have to choose,” Rooster adds, clapping Hangman on the shoulder. “A two for one deal if you will.” He smiles at you, that trademark charm on display.

You say nothing for several seconds, blinking rapidly. Whatever you were expecting from them, this wasn’t it. They’re both watching you but your expression is frozen. They couldn’t possibly be serious.

“I think we broke her,” Rooster whispers, the corner of his mouth turned up under his mustache.

“Nah, she’s imagining us all together,” Hangman says, winking at you.

You actually weren’t until he suggested it but now you can feel heat creeping into your cheeks. That would certainly be a sight. All those tan muscles on display… the two of them working together for your pleasure. You just know Hangman would be the type to run his mouth during sex and something tells you Rooster is eager to please.

“Think on it,” Hangman suggests, leaning in close enough that his breath tickles your ear as he moves past you. “If you’re interested, we’ll be at the Rusty Monk tomorrow at 7.”

✥

You do think about it. In the shower and then again later in bed in fact. You’re so distracted that even the Admiral notices, asking if you’re coming down with something. Yeah, a bad case of dick your brain unhelpfully supplies. You promise him it’s nothing and hole up in your office, trying to talk yourself out of the monumentally stupid idea of going through with this. It doesn’t work and at 6:58 pm you find yourself standing outside the Rusty Monk. You’ve promised yourself you’re only going to hear them out and enjoy a free drink. It’s a lie but you chose to believe it.

Rooster and Hangman have snagged a booth in the corner. They’re both wearing civilian clothes, something you’ve never seen before. Hangman looks sinfully good in tight jeans and a button-down shirt that highlights his green eyes. Rooster’s wearing jeans and a hideous Hawaiian shirt that he somehow manages to pull off.

“Glad you could make it,” Rooster says with a smile.

Hangman’s eyes drag down your body slowly and you watch him flick his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. The open appreciation you see on his face makes your skin tingle and you wrap an arm around your midsection in response. He grins.

“You boys clean up nice,” you tell them.

“Come on, sit down,” Rooster urges, lightly cupping your elbow.

You slide into the booth and Hangman is right behind you, pressing into your space. Rooster sits opposite, wrapping his hand around a beer. You’re unsurprised to find your drink of choice sitting in front of you. Both men had done their homework when it came to everything else you liked. Of course, they’d know what you drank.

“Before we begin,” Hangman starts, “Rooster and I wanted to be clear we’d never play one of our games with you or anyone else on the admin staff. That’s reserved for the more gullible pilots like Bob,” he says with a chuckle.

"Bob is beloved by the admin staff,” you warn Hangman, pointing a finger at him. “If they catch wind of you fucking with him it will not end well for you."

"Well, maybe Bob should be here instead," he shoots back, brow arched.

"Oh now that's a thought," you say, pleased with the twitch you see in Hangman’s clenched jaw. “He’d certainly talk less.”

"I like this energy, gonna translate really well to the bedroom," Rooster says, taking a long pull of his beer with a smirk.

“If we make it that far.”

“You’re here, wearing that dress… we’re gonna make it that far,” Hangman says.

You roll your eyes. “One of you might,” you warn him.

“Wouldn’t exactly be mad about that,” Rooster tells you. The two of you trade a grin and Hangman huffs, knocking back the rest of his beer. He’s deceptively easy to rile up and you love that.

“So, theoretically… if we do this… how would it work?” You ask. “Are you expecting this will be a one time thing or something else?”

“Ladies choice,” Rooster says.

If they’re half as good as you expect they will be, you’re not going to want to stop at one night. God, this was such a bad idea. If you had any sense you’d head for the front door right now.

“I can see you’re not quite convinced about this,” Hangman says, resting an arm along the back of the booth. “Rooster, why don’t you paint her a picture of how this is gonna go down?”

Rooster smiles and leans forward, hand wrapped tightly around his beer.

“Well… we’d begin by making you feel good, warming you up so to speak. Personally I’d start by spending time between your thighs, working you over nice and good,” he continues, dragging two fingers down through the condensation on his beer. You watch him swirl the wetness he finds there up the neck of the bottle, circling the opening. “Keep you on the edge until you’re begging me to come.”

Suddenly he pulls back, breaking the hypnotic pull between the two of you. He looks away with a little smile. “But that’s just me. Jake, how about you tell the lady what you like.”

Your gaze snaps to the other man, his light green eyes full of warmth and want. Your stomach flips and you let out a shuddery breath. The air around the three of you feels heavy, charged with the promise of their words.

“I’m a selfish lover,” Hangman tells you with a smirk, leaning in close. “I wanna see how far you can take me.” He drags his finger from your chin to the hollow of your throat. “Hear the sounds you’ll make when you do.”

The heat in his gaze has you pressing your thighs together under the table. You look away, needing a minute, but he grasps your chin and turns you to face him again. “I wanna see how well you can listen, darlin'.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Mmm, we’re getting to that.” He promises. “But before we do, I want to know what those lips look like around my cock while Rooster here makes you stupid.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your whole body responding to their words. You’re reasonably certain no man has ever turned you on like this without so much as touching you first. It excites and terrifies you to think of what it will be like when they finally do get their hands on you.

“That’s… that’s a good plan,” you admit.

“We have a lot of plans for you,” Hangman continues, shifting closer. “You’ve been a popular topic of conversation for us. Isn’t that right, Rooster?”

The other man agrees with a hum, watching you with dark brown eyes full of desire. When you turn back to Hangman he pulls you towards his face for an intense kiss. You nearly forget you’re in public, groaning into his mouth at the hungry way he devours your mouth. When you chase his lips after he pulls back, he chuckles.

“Convinced yet?” He asks.

This is the moment you should say no. Tell them both it’s a crazy idea and head home but all three of you know you’re not going to do that. You’re in too deep and the ache between your thighs is too strong.

“Yeah, alright,” you whisper.

Hangman and Rooster are out of their seats the second the words leave your mouth, the former pulling you from the booth. You barely touched your drink but they don’t seem to care. As soon as you’re outside, Rooster's dragging you to his body, his mouth on yours. His hands grasp your sides tightly, thumbs brushing the underside of your breast. Even with his mustache tickling your lips, you can't deny how good he feels. He pulls away with a satisfied sigh a few moments later, eyes wandering over your face to take in your struck expression.

“It’s only fair I get a taste too,” he says. “Little mad Hangman beat me to it but there's lots of other places I’ll get to first,” he promises.

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topgunafterdark · 2 years ago

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bob and the reader having sex in the top gun academy or something and getting caught by phoenix or hangman or rooster?

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!reader

Title: Private Tour

Featuring The female reader working part time at the Hard Deck

Tags: smut, soft dom Bob, submission, needy, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, desk sex, begging, TOPGUN, semi-public sex, getting caught, vaginal sex, sex from behind, tits, Phoenix has more patience than anyone else on earth, Bob is too powerful to be stopped, bubble tea

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Private Tour

It keeps happening, and you have no one to blame but yourself. This time it’s happening at the TOPGUN mission training facility, because Bob showed up at the bar again and you asked him for a tour of said training facility rather than just ask him to fuck you, which is what you’d actually wanted. The mildly amused expression on Bob’s face said it all: he knew what you really wanted, and he had no intention of fucking you unless you asked for it first.

That’s just how Bob is. The first time around, he was a little more open, a little more cautious. You were new to one another, after all. But now that he knows he’s got you, all bets are off. He’s still sweet, but he’s also whip-smart, and from the way he expertly winds you up, he’s an expert people-reader. And he absolutely refuses to do anything to you without your say-so. It shouldn’t have been maddening. Literally, it isn’t. In practice, it is. Euphemisms are one thing; he lets you get away with them, so long as you pair your subtlety with physical advancements. But he won’t do the verbal heavy lifting on your behalf; one night, he showed up at the Hard Deck all alone, and you gave him the horniest once over on planet earth. You bit your lip, tilted your head just so, and pushed your tits out a little. And Bob smiled at you, finished his beer, left you a respectable tip, and went home. Your desires are your responsibility, after all.

The little fucker didn’t have to enjoy it so much, though. Right before he went out the door that night, you saw that sweet little smile turn a bit naughty. Submission doesn’t have to involve teeth and rope, canvas sacks, rigs installed into ceilings. Sometimes, it involves waiting. Bob makes you wait. Bob makes you say what you want. It makes you feel small, and dirty, and helpless to the whims of your libido to tell him exactly what you want. And you kind of fucking love it.

You asked for a tour. So he gave you a tour. Here is the front desk, he said. Here is the hangar. Over there, jets. No, you cannot photograph them. Here are the bathrooms. Here are some important people photographed on the wall. The whole time, he’s just grinning like an idiot and you are horny as hell and mad about it. He’s waiting for you to say it. He’s waiting for you to want him plainly, with no room for misunderstanding. A couple of his peers--you don’t know about any of them except for Natasha, or Phoenix, because he’d pointed her out to you as his pilot--walk by in their jumpsuits, shooting you curious glances that don’t go any further than that. By the time Bob lets you inside an empty classroom, points out the physics equations on the board, and hands you a model F-18--“They’re called Super Hornets,” he informs you--you’re ready to tear off your clothes and fuck him. Or kill him. You’re holding out for the former, though.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” you respond. Your face becomes a fire hazard.

He comes one step closer. It’s the only thing he’ll do. You have to take the next step.

“Sounds very liberating,” he says. “Something you want?”

“You know what I fucking want, Bob.”

“Consent is very important,” he tells you with all the gravitas of a man who knows he’s the smartest one in the room more often than not. “So if there’s something you want, you should tell me. It’s easy.”

“You think it’s easy?” Flustered, you take a step back, hands on your hips, unsure if you want to bail out the window or just remove the rest of your clothing and stare him down until he does something about it.

“Of course,” he says. He leans up against the heavy desk at the front of the room and runs a finger across its surface. “For example, I want to bend you over this desk and make sweet, tender love to you. Now, you try. It’s fun.”

You’re going to kill him. You’re going to kill him, and no one will ever find the body.

“You’re a real smartass, Bob. And I bet you get away with it, don’t you?”

“It’s the glasses,” he sighs in mock exasperation. “And the baby face. What can I do?”

“You can fuck me,” you say. The words feel like taffy getting pulled from between your teeth: sticky, difficult, stubborn. But also: so very sweet. “Over this desk. Like you said. I want you to fuck me over this desk.”

“There you go,” Bob says.

With two gentle fingers to the top of your spine, he turns you around to face the desk, those same two fingers trailing down your back to become a gentler push, and you bend down until your breasts squish against the wood. You’re wearing a skirt again because you knew it would make things easier, and because you like to spread your legs to go deeper; shorts and pants make that a pain.

Two fingers become three: he sticks them inside you all at once, up to the palms of his hands, and you’ve got no time to be sheepish about how wet and ready you are before he’s fingering you open, one slick thumb heading down to pass feather-light over your clit. It’s teasing, and torture, and you’ve never felt better.

“You’re very enthusiastic,” Bob remarks, and you can hear the grin you can’t see. “It’s a shame you aren’t more forward more often.” What an absolute, little shit.

But then the fingers are gone, and he’s down on his knees with his face right between your thighs, eating you out with all the passion you know he’s capable of, when all everyone else sees is a bookish nerd who wouldn’t know sarcasm if it hit him in the face. His tongue rubs against your clit, and he tarries there long enough for over-stimulation to kick in, but when you try to move he grabs your hips nearly hard enough to bruise.

“You don’t want to move,” he says, breathless. “Do you? Say it. You want more.”

“I want more,” you admit. Your body burns like a wildfire. “I do.”

“Manners,” he chides.

“Please.”

You gasp when his tongue returns, and penetrates you as deep as you can go, occasionally replaced by fingers--three, and then four before you can’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me.”

You are released. From behind, you hear the sound of a belt buckle, fabric being jostled, and then the head of his cock is pushing up against you, the thick mass of it just as impressive by touch as it is by sight. How the fuck, you think as he starts guiding himself in, did a guy like Bob wind up with this cock? He bottoms out with a grunt, and you squeeze around him, relishing in the sensation. There’s a bit of a burn, but the old hoo-hah has had a few rounds to acclimate itself to Bob’s obscenely large pants-snake, and Bob can feel it just as much as you can. Naturally, he comments.

“It’s getting easier,” he says, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward. “What are you going to do with yourself after I leave?”

It’s so good. It’s so fucking good and he’s one stroke in. “Get the biggest dildo I can,” you say through gritted teeth. “I will name it in your honor.”

The laugh that follows is kind, and genuine. “Consider me pre-honored by the fact. Please send photos of the naming ceremony.” He draws out again, and snaps back harder.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He thrusts again. Again. Again. “I would,” Bob says. “Please allow me to send my gratitude early.”

You’ve got just enough time to swear and grab the edge of the desk to hold on, and then Bob cuts loose. Your feet lift up off the floor, your breasts are bouncing, your spine is arched, and unless the vents in the room are closed you’re giving all the facility neighbors one hell of a show. With every sharp movement of his hips, Bob tears a new reaction out of you: a gasp, a moan, a breathy whine, a plea, his name, a groan. You can feel your muscles relax, your body itself shifting to let more of him in, to push back and meet him somewhere near the middle, to relish in the way his balls slap against you, which is a dirty pleasure you hadn’t even known you’d entertained until meeting him.

There’s no more sass from the man himself. When he gets to work, he gets to work, and after the last time you were promised no more dad jokes in bed. Bob did negotiate successfully for the presence of dad jokes during pillow talk. But if somebody was in or on somebody else--nada.

“Almost there,” he says, and speeds up. “Me or you?”

“Me,” you say. Shifting one forearm to rest flat on the desk for stability, you let your now-free hand come down to touch yourself, the decadent high of penetration joined by the electric, intense feeling just above. You become a vessel for nothing but your own pleasure, and his, and when you come you transform into a babbling mess, the fuck yes mixing with the please, please and harder and don’t stop until you can’t tell which way is up. You slap both hands palm-down on the desk and arch up as far as you can go, stretching out your orgasm as long as you can, Bob’s hand roughly lifting your shirt so he can pull and pinch at your breasts and nipples.

They’re personal--all the little touches that Bob learned you like. Because yeah, he’s a freak in the sheets, and yeah, he’s a lot spicier than you thought he could be, but he’s also observant and thoughtful. What you share might not be exclusive--you haven’t really talked that over with him since you know his presence here is temporary--but it’s personal, god damn it. Private.

So of course that’s the moment that the classroom door opens and Bob’s pilot, Phoenix walks in holding two large bubble teas. The instant she realizes what she just burst in on, Phoenix yelps and spins around.

“Bob. What the fuck. Again? Again?”

Bob doesn’t even stop. He does apologize, at least. What the fuck have these two been through together, you wonder? You knew being in the military involved some measure of modesty loss, but you’d thought there was a fucking limit, Jesus Christ.

“Sorry,” he says, and moves a tad faster, finishing with a silent inhale that you can feel expanding across your back from his chest. “Thought we’d be done by now.”

“Dude, what the hell. This is fucking ridiculous, Floyd. What is this, number seven on my list of times I’ve walked in on you humping some random person?”

“Oh, the last name. I’m in trouble.” Bob pulls out with a squelch, and you just screw your eyes shut as hard as you can. If you can’t see her, she can’t see you! Logic.

“I should just drink both of these, you nasty-ass bastard.”

“Considering this bubble tea is an apology purchase, which was promised to me after I walked in on you pegging you-know-who two days ago, I think not.”

Phoenix makes a sound of disgust, but even without knowing her you can tell it’s resting on a foundation of fondness. You feel a bit like a third wheel. Opening one eye a crack, you see Phoenix set one of the bubble teas down on a desk, flip Bob off, and leave the room.

“Love you,” she calls over her shoulder.

“I know,” Bob says. “Star Wars,” he offers you by way of explanation after you pull your shirt down and stand back up.

“You guys have known each other for a while, huh?”

“Work spouses ‘til we die. We’re the only ones who can stand each other, I’m afraid.” Bob tucks an errant strand of your hair back in its place. “Let’s get you back home. I hope your tour was educational. I just love learning new things.”

“It was,” you say, smiling despite yourself, and you stare at his hand all the way back to the parking lot, wondering what sort of mad courage you’d need to possess first before you had the guts to reach out and hold on.

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supernovafeather · 2 years ago

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His Obsession (18+)

FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader

Content : smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, manipulation, breeding kink, Supreme!Leader!Poe, dark!Poe, murder, angst, fluff.

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In this chaotic world submitted to perpetual metamorphosis, you were a pillar. Always there, there for years and holding everything in place without breaking despite the dozens of storms that had threatened you.

War was the worst kind of obstacle he could ever imagine and yet, you were still there. Blood had been shed in unbelievable amount at every corner of the galaxy and nowadays loss was the only things universally shared. Poe gave up on his beloved pilot life to reach some higher spheres, ending up as a General whilst you were still fighting against that ridiculous Resistance.

The first time he saw you leaving the mother ship onboard of your TIE his heart sunk. He never realized how tiny his closest and precious friend was in space, and got confused at the memory of your warm skin he felt for the first time the same morning. It was crazy how much more you started to mean to him yet how insignificant you were for others.

"I told you I would be alright," you said with a wide smile and a nonchalant stance with your hands on your hips, "you used to do the same as me before you became General Dameron. So don't even dare lecture me on my amazing skills."

So that was that anger you felt whenever he would run up to danger like an idiot thinking he could defy anything anytime ? He recognized that smile and that cockiness, it was his. He had influenced you too much throughout the years.

"I would never lecture you about your skills I know you got them," he argued back with a stern gaze, "but don't start to think you can do whatever pleases you only because you can."

"Poe I'm alright." You sighed with a sad smirk.

He was not in love with you, at least he thought he was not. After all now that you would have sex together on a regular basis confusion could be easy to make. From your personality to appearance to you voice, he loved everything. But could he fall in love with you ? Impossible. He was a lonely General that had no actual friend and had to find some way to blow some steam after awful stressful days. Between Kylo Ren, the Resistance and many problems erupting from time to time on the frontline or in the First Order ranks he could only be busy non stop.

For a man whose heart had kept on turning darker and darker with bitterness he felt much better around you. Your encounters were getting rarer as your new Commander tried to get you on missions more often than ever, but Poe found a solution.

What happened to that guy by the way ?" Poe asked innocently.

"I don't know, maybe he was feeling sick." You shrugged from the bed.

Of course that poison would disturb his stomach. Poe was relieved you didn't witness the impressive amount of blood your superior lost while he was screaming in pain. The General smiled with his back turned to you as he put his pants back on. He would love to announce you right now that you would get promoted as the Commander of your own squadron, your lifelong dream since you were a kid. But he couldn't. He had been pretending he would respect your wish of letting you some space to take your own decisions. His sweet friend was so brave on the battlefield, so sweet in bed, so comforting in life.

The day everyone learned about the poisoning, Poe felt his darkest murderous instincts kicking in. No one suspected him in the assassination of that beloved Commander of course. They were all feeding his own hatred towards the Resistance, that kriffing Resistance that started to gain some territories here and there. Whispers, frowns, clenched fists. Anger was mounting and fuelling itself, unstoppable. Solidarity between the squadrons improved the statistics to a an unbelievable level. Due to the invasive and vicious way the attack unfolded, Poe also managed to unlock new military financial aid and got the authorization to restructure the army.

How good he was to you to congratulate you for your promotion. How nice and caring he was when he hugged you so tightly and whispered to you that you had nothing to fear from the Resistance.

"You're my sweet girl, nothing's going to happen to you." He would whisper to your ear between your moans. "My brave sweet girl. The best Commander."

"Shut up Poe," you chuckled breathlessly before kissing his cheek, "you're a General you shouldn't-"

His sudden hip thrust shut your mouth as he witnessed your body arching up to embrace that lazy orgasm. He didn't tolerate that you saw him as a General and not as Poe Dameron. He was Poe. Your Poe if you wanted him to be your Poe. He would be whatever you wanted him to be but never, never imply he was someone else. Did you have any idea how much that meant to him ? No of course not you were too busy mewling as his thrusts were getting almost hateful - it was not directed to you but to that kriffing endless war affecting him and you. He wanted to feel you pulling on his black curls more often, why couldn't he taste your lips as much as he wanted when he was one of the most powerful men of the galaxy ? Why couldn't he enjoy his life ? On this same morning he saw the first grey hair appearing here and there, some wrinkles as well.

"Poe." You would mewl again and again with your hands grabbing his hair.

He was pleasing you so much that his ego was starting to combust. He needed to make you his, to show how worthy you were of the honor of becoming the General's partner in life. He would defy Ren and his stupidity to have the right to cherish you openly.

The Supreme Leader knew. In one way or another. Unbearable taunts sliding from time to time during meetings as other officers would look down either in amusement or fear. Poe wasn't as afraid as he used to be. Ren was weak.

And one day, Ren was gone and everyone remained silent as they watched Poe's anger unleashed spreading desolation on his path. It was not out of thirst for destruction that he order that massive slaughter, no no no no. It was that infinite joy of learning about you. You, the oblivious love of his life. He had to protect you from that danger.

He learned about your pregnancy completely randomly, by checking your blood and urine tests like he would do for any other main squadrons' Commanders. It unlocked something in him. He had to confess his love for you, his obsession with making you his, and the time Ren started to imply that you would be better in your role in another corner of the galaxy - one where no First Order soldier had yet came back alive from - he snapped, plunging that knife dozens of times in the Supreme Leader's chest in some animalistic instinct to make sure that corpse would never walk again. No one moved, not even you. And once out of breath and with his outfit soaked in that thick blood, he knew he won.

Poe took things in his own hands, his face now known in the whole galaxy. He knew how pilots felt and what their frustrations were. He made them more efficient than ever. He improved the logistics. He was so better than Ren, he was respected, he made love to you literally every night now that he could do whatever he wanted. He promoted you once more in a hybrid position permitting you to fly yet never to reach the frontline itself. He felt your relief of not risking your life as much as before and also because he respected your wish not to prevent you from piloting. You still had no idea of your pregnancy but he felt you falling harder and harder for him after he took so much good care of you during your mysterious illness.

He loved those flirting gazes you would send him from across the room. The ones saying "I'm sweet please devour me tonight". Of course he would, why were you even asking ?

Then it clicked. He saw it in your gaze as he was embracing you from behind in a luxurious hotel room, the both of you naked as he kissed your neck, his hands caressing your belly. Your clouded eyes snapped back to reality as he was bending you over the sink, his shaft sliding inside you.

It didn't stop him from grinding sensually against you, holding your gaze in the reflection. It didn't stop him neither from making you love it, your left hand fingers grabbing the ones on your belly.

"Are you trying to-" you breathed out before moaning loudly.

"What ?" He asked tiredly.

He bent you completely over the sink, his hand grabbing your hair to force you to look down as he penetrated you. Three days with you dominating him had been exceptionally good and stimulating but he needed a break.

"Are you-are you..." you moaned before stopping, your whole body tensing up.

"Tell me what I am sweetheart." He growled with a smirk as he witnessed you coming undone.

You couldn't articulate anything and he made it last for as long as he could before ejaculating in the most satisfying orgasm he had ever experienced. The right amount of control, the right amount of care, the right amount of skin against his. He was addicted.

"Am I pregnant?" You breathed out as he was still inside you.

Oh his sweet sweet sweet girl.

"You are." He confirmed before letting a trail of kisses all over your neck.

"They never told me anything." You complained.

"It's not an emergency case for pilots." He mumbled.

"When was I supposed to know about it ?" You protested.

Great, now you were upset. Like he needed to have you turning your back to him for something else than sex.

"I love you my girl. I wanted you to take your time, to realize what your body was trying to tell you." He whispered to your ear tenderly.

He didn't imagine his confession to be made like that and especially with such a lie attached to it, but the essential point for him was that you now knew about your condition. His sweet girl, his guide throughout all those years was carrying his baby.

"That's the weirdest explanation you could even come up with." You replied with a displeased frown in the reflection. "I know when you lie to me Poe. I know you."

Why weren't you confessing your obvious love to him now ? What did he do wrong ? Upset, he slid out of you, not even thrilled by the trail of white liquid drooling from your pussy. That was anticlimactic to the extreme. It was the first time he was disappointed in your encounters.

"What can I say ? I wasn't the one having to tell you. It was their job. I don't check medical records." He said as he walked away with the only wish to be far away from you.

"You do check those tests, you already joked about some pilots' conditions !"

Oh kriff not now. It stressed him out to have you scolding him. He didn't like that at all. His hands were even shaking.

"I love you. I wanted you to realize your were pregnant. I thought you would like it." He mumbled as you stayed there.

"It's not that I don't like it or that I do. I'm... I'm too confused to think aboutr it right now Poe, but... you should have told me ! You should have found a way to make me understand ! For how long would have you kept that secret ?"

"Didn't I offer you a clue today so you could understand? Is that my fault if you didn't get it right away ? It was not the first time I caressed your belly or kissed it or talked to it." He told you with an offended raised eyebrow.

You opened your mouth before walking away to get into the shower, and Poe didn't let you the occasion to get the peace you wanted. Now that your anger awakened something in him. He joined after blocking the door behind you, pressed you against the wall and started to kiss you deeply despite your protests soon muffled as you joined his embrace desperately.

"I want to impregnate you my love." He whispered as his half-hard cock poked at your soiled entrance. "I want to impregnate the woman I love."

"Poe you had to tell me as soon as you knew about-"

"Do you love me ?" He asked as your hand started to rub his shaft.

Poe had some difficulty to get his cock as hard as he wanted to despite your help. It was too soon for him but he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to express his anger in different way than killing people. He started to rub his tip in quick circles around your erected clit, enough to have you moaning loudly several times in a row after an attempt to remain quiet despite the wet sounds.

"I do." You admitted with a feline gaze.

He was only half hard when he slides inside your wet flesh but after a few delicate thrusts he managed to get fully hard, much to your delight.

"It doesn't excuse you Dameron." You snarled before kissing him.

He knew it but he didn't care much right now.

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green-ville · 2 years ago

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Just Shut Up Part 3

I loved reading your reactions to part 2. My thoughts on this trilogy originated as a duology with it ending on Avery dying. To me, that's still the real ending. However some people wanted a 3rd part and because I really do appreciate every comment I get, I made the 3rd part. So I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: character pain. Smut. 18+, minors DNI. Missionary, blindfolding, slight rank kink, small bit of oral (f receiving). And snark. Lots of it.

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She knew it may have been cruel to wait to see the others, but she was going through image issues right now. Not just the physical ones, but the skill ones too.

When she woke up things were quiet. Things were dark. She thought it was going to be one of those instances where she was actually dead but her spirit was staying around for unfinished business, but then she realized she had an eye mask on. She pulled it off and was exposed to a world that was too bright on every account.

Sunglasses sat on her bedside table though and she used those to see.

She sat herself upright, breathing in, trying to think but finding that too difficult. She got up, hobbled into the bathroom, and her image issues arose.

They had shaved part of her head to put stitches in. She had a fat bruise around the area as well. Her skin was pale and her lips cracked. Combined with the ankle bandage she sported; she looked like shit.

That was only physical. Then came the mental. The skills.

The lack thereof.

A nurse came in to do her rounds. She saw Jones was out of bed but found her in the bathroom. She led Jones back like she needed the physical assistance and explained the situation.

Severe concussion. Broken and sprained ankle. Grounded for 10 weeks for recovery. She'd be reassessed and assuming everything was healed properly, she'd be given the go ahead to fly again.

What Avery Jones heard from that?

You got yourself hit. If you had been a little faster or thought up a smarter plan you never would've had to eject. You never would've hit your head. You wouldn't have screwed up your ankle.

Maverick chose the wrong person.

Your dad was the only reason you were picked.

Your dad was the only reason you even got into Top Gun in the first place.

Idiot.

The nurse said she had visitors that were very excited to see her. Avery turned them away, saying she didn't want to see anyone.

That excuse lasted one day after she woke up. That didn't sound like a lot, but the nurse stopped by several times saying she had visitors.

Avery was being discharged as soon as her paperwork was cleared up. Then she'd have no one to protect her from facing them.

She sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling just over the floor. Her head was hung, eyes shut. She was trying to think up a plan on how to evade the team until her hair regrew and until she became a better pilot but realistically, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Who knew how long they had anyway? New orders were probably already made. They'd be split up soon. They'd probably never see each other again. All she'd have to do is wait for those new orders –

A knock on her door. The nurse with her pain killers.

Boots on the ground. Not the nurse.

"Can I ask why you're refusing visitors?"

Definitely not a nurse.

"Does it matter if you got through anyway?" She questioned back, voice weak, tired. As long as she kept looking away he couldn't see how bad she looked.

"I got in because I'm friends with the nurse," Captain Mitchell explained. "And she told me you weren't doing well."

"That's a violation of HIPAA."

"Jones, why won't you let your friends see you?"

"Do you want people to see you at your worst?" She questioned back again, a sharp cut to her tone.

"You in recovery is at your worst?" He kept his soft tone, unfazed by her anger.

She changed his wording, "Me needing recovery is me at my worst."

". . .Talk to me Jones. Tell me what's going through your head."

She let out a dark laugh, water in her eyes. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Can't think right now. I forget words I should know. I keep calling the nurse by the wrong name because I can't recall her name. Can't see her damn name tag either. I should've been better," she insisted. "Should've gotten out of the way after deploying flares and then none of this would've happened but I wasn't good enough. Maybe you should've flown the mission instead, everyone knows you're the best of the best. I doubt you'd have gotten your ass blown up. Or if you had, you would've ejected sooner and not hit your – " her lips quivered, the tears slipping down. Her face pinched and even that hurt her head. The word was a weak whisper. "Your head."

The sound of boots walking again reached her and she twisted her head away as he came in front of her. As he kneeled down in front of her. She didn't want anyone to see her right now. She wanted to be alone.

"Do you respect me as a pilot?" He asked her.

"Of course I do," bitter with a hint of anger, "you're the best in the Navy."

"Then why do you doubt my decision to pick you as team lead?"

"Did you pick me?" She asked, turning now, looking at him behind her sunglasses. "Did you, or did you do it because of who my dad is?"

His brows furrowed. "Who's your dad?"

She blinked at him. "You. . .You don't know?"

"Should I?"

"Why. . .I don't understand. You shouldn't have picked me. I nearly got Rooster killed – "

"You saved Bradley, Jones," Maverick said, eyes staring her down. Holding her in place. Speaking his truth and nothing but his truth. "He was out of flares. I was in the tower. I heard it all. I heard them after you," he let out a sad smile. "After you deployed flares and I watched your name blink out of existence. I spent close to an hour thinking you and him were dead and do you know how terrible I felt in that moment? I knew I had failed you both. I didn't teach you enough. I didn't do enough to ensure your success. And when that F-14 came on the radar, I knew without a shadow of a doubt the both of you were there."

"How?" She asked, the shake still in her voice.

"Because it's something I would've done, and I happen to think you're a lot like me." He paused, and reaffirmed, "I meant that as a compliment although a few of my higher ups might disagree with that."

She smiled at him, wiping the water from her cheeks. "I take it as a compliment. Thank you Mav, it means a lot."

"Does it mean enough for you to go visit your worried friends now?"

Her smile fell. "I don't want them to see me like this."

"What's wrong with a few bandages? I could tell you countless stories – I still have the pictures in my phone from Bradley being bandaged up after he broke something."

"It's not the bandages. They shaved my hair. I look terrible."

Maverick looked at her, unmoving, for a long second. He turned away, a smile puffing out.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Kid, if you think they're going to judge that after seeing half your face covered in blood. . . Let's just say you look a lot better now than you did being pulled out of the F-14."

A ring cut through the room. Maverick frowned, looking down and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He saw the name on the screen and his forehead furrowed.

"I didn't even do anything, why is Admiral Cain calling me? . . ." He looked up at Avery. "What were you saying about your dad?"

"If you help me sneak out of here without being seen I'll answer that phone call and save your ass from getting chewed out."

"I'm starting to see the resemblance between you and him."

"Ha. Ha."

He handed her the phone anyway.

She successfully got out of the infirmary without being seen. It was noon as she was getting into her room. She covered her eyes with a sleeping mask and passed out. There was no natural light in her room but she liked the sleeping mask. It made everything darker.

She woke at 10:15, her muscles itching for activity. Realistically she knew she couldn't do a workout, but she was sure if she struggled enough she could at least go for a walk on a treadmill. She'd even use her crutch to help.

Avery got up and changed clothes. She put her hair into a loose braid. She brushed her teeth because she felt disgusting. She put on sunglasses and left her dark room, entering the fluorescent lit hallway.

She got ten feet before her name was whispered. Almost inaudible.

"Jones?"

She stilled.

Shit.

She definitely wasn't getting a walk in now.

She heard him coming but there was no attempt to escape. She'd be too slow. She didn't really want to try.

He came in front of her, wearing his beiges and looking like clean cut perfection. A stark contrast to her dress down civvies.

And he looked at her with those blue eyes behind those stupid glasses she loved so much and she forgot why she waited so long to see him.

"Hey Bobby. Funny meeting – oof."

He pulled her into a tight hug and she held back, eyes shutting, sore head resting against his shoulder.

He smelled nice. Fresh air. A hint of suntan lotion. Some type of standard scent of soap lingered beneath the suntan lotion and she had never liked the scent of clean more.

"You scared the shit out of me," he whispered into her neck.

"I apologize."

"Why didn't you let us visit you? We waited, one of us was always in the waiting room and the nurse just keep saying you didn't want to see anyone." He pulled back, holding her close but his body not against hers anymore. "Why Avery?"

Her heart fluttered at her name coming from his mouth. It jumbled her already scattered thoughts, what few there were. "I, well I don't know. I saw how I looked and I try to maintain a certain upkeep that I wasn't anywhere near. I didn't want anyone to see me like that."

"You didn't let us see you because you were self-conscious?"

"It sounds stupid when you say it –"

He pulled her in again, one hand on her lower back and the other behind her neck. His lips found hers and the growing familiarity had her stomach twisting in a pleasant way.

It was slow and filled with desperation. He put his thoughts and feelings into every movement of his. He conveyed his worry, his fear, his anxiety. Everything that had been tossing inside of him since the mission went south.

Her hand wove into his hair, holding him close. Taking his warmth, his strength. Everything he could give her.

His blue eyes were on her when he pulled back, baring down with that same desperation for her to understand.

"The scariest moment in my life was seeing your jet blow up, because I didn't see your chute. I thought you were dead, Avery Jones. And when Roosters' name dotted back on the radar, everyone told me you had to be with him, but I didn't believe it. I didn't see your chute. I watched. I never saw it.

"Then I heard your voice after Hangman shot that last aircraft down, and I was so relieved I didn't even hear how different you sounded. I was confused why he immediately called for a medical team. Didn't spare a second to brag about his second confirmed kill, just said he needed a med team. Then I saw you, your face covered in blood, and I just. . .After seeing that, trust me," the two words were a beg, a plea. "You could never look anything other than perfect to me. Doesn't matter what happens, if you're breathing, you're perfect. You change your hair, your style; it does not matter. You're alive."

"It's kinda starting to feel like you have a crush on me Bob."

He rolled his eyes and pecked her lips. "You still annoy me. I have an entire rant prepared about self-sacrifice and how you're not allowed to do it again."

"That seems like overkill."

"The rant is overkill? Darlin' you wait. I'm telling the others to hide your replacement jet so you don't get any stupid ideas. And I'm telling them to babyproof the base to keep you from getting any more injuries."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm yours," he corrected, and kissed her again, smiling against her lips.

She got the faintest hint of peanuts on his mouth and just knew he had gone to The Hard Deck without ordering a single glass of alcohol. Only him. It was endearing and her tongue swiped at his teeth and pressed against his own tongue just to taste more.

This time she pulled away first, although she kept him close. "You gonna take me to bed Lieutenant?"

He smirked. "You forget which room is yours?"

"Actually yes. They all look the same," he started laughing against her, "and there are no name cards on the outside of the doors." She twisted away to further point out how they literally all looked the same, but he took the opportunity to crouch down and pick her up.

She yelped, one arm holding around his neck, the other still holding onto her crutch. He walked her forward like she didn't weigh 140 pounds.

Her cheeks were red with a flush. "That's such a move. You're so basic."

"Want me to set you down?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

"You're so bossy and mean." She twisted the door handle without being told, pushing the door open so he could walk them through. He took two steps in before kicking it shut with the perfect amount of force to not be disruptive, but still close all the way.

He hummed. "You say that, but do you ever listen?"

He bent her down and set her gently on the bed. Her crutch was taken from her hands a second later and before he could part from her side, she caught his wrist. It was dark in the room, she hadn't turned on the lights, and she knew exactly what he was going for.

"Wait, before you turn the light on," she reached for her bedside table. She tapped her hand against the wooden surface until she found the softer material. She grabbed it, took off her sunglasses, and fit it over her eyes. "Okay."

"Okay?" He repeated, confused, and turned on the small light in her room. She could tell it was the small light because he had to pull a chain down instead of flipping a switch. "You're going to wear a blindfold?"

"No, but kinky. It's a sleep mask. I do still have a concussion."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this then. We can just sleep."

She pouted, having no idea what direction she should be pouting in because she had the mask on, and because her depth perception was terrible. "You can really just fall asleep beside me without wanting to touch me at all?"

"Of course I want to touch you – "

"Then do it." She played with the hem of her shirt, lips pressing together, pulling up to one side. "Or I'll do it and you can watch." She pulled her shirt up and overhead, tossing it to the side. She laid herself down, fitting her head comfortably on the pillow. "You wanna watch Bob?"

He was silent. She couldn't gauge his reaction right now, the eye mask stealing that sense from her, but she could guess.

She guessed he was staring at her right now, stuck in a conflict. Should he? Shouldn't he?

Her hand trailed down her body, fingers finding the waistband of her shorts. "I think you wanna watch," she answered her own question, fingers slipping beneath. Past her underwear. Finding her clit right away, sliding past, collecting that slick and bringing it back. Circling.

"It might take me a while," she warned. "You do it so much better, my standards to reach that edge are higher now, but I'll get there." She whispered the end like a promise. She would get there. "Just sit back and relax Bobby, enjoy the show," the last bit was to taunt.

"You infuriate me," he breathed out, body finding its way on top of hers.

She smiled and he kissed her, hips pressing into hers after her hands moved to grab at his back. She pulled him down closer, liking his weight on her, feeling comforted by it. Her bad foot was out of the way of damage, her head was cushioned by a pillow, and she had Bob on top of her; there was nothing more she could ask for right now.

Until she found something she could ask for. She asked for it by starting, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt and beginning to undo them. It was a hard task, her bruised brain foggy from the concussion and the way his tongue dragged in her mouth. If his goal was to leave her discombobulated, he was succeeding.

All there was was him right now. When she breathed it was him. When her hands moved it was on him. She tasted him. Only him and she couldn't get enough.

Her good leg hooked around his waist, pressing him closer as he grinded down. One of his hands found the bare part of her thigh and held it firm. A simple action like that was enough to drive her wild.

His lips pulled from hers and she gasped for air. His lips trailed to her jaw. Her neck. Sucking deep hickeys there.

"Bob," the name a breathless plea and scold.

"Blame it on the accident," he told her, nose brushing into her neck, and then he was sucking again.

She couldn't argue with that logic.

His teeth brought her skin in and she pulled his shirt out of his belted waist. She finished unbuttoning and shoved his shirt off him. He didn't move his arms to help her get the fabric off, so she pushed it as far away as she could get it, and then her hands were everywhere. His shoulders, his sides, his back. She loved his back. Loved feeling the muscle he hid.

She loved dragging her nails down it and seeing that two days later there were still red marks there.

He found her collarbone and attacked that. She sighed, holding him tight, his skin scorching on hers.

His hand left her thigh and most of his body stopped pressing against her. She reached for him, hands finding his waist, and held him. Feeling his torso contract as he pulled the button down off and listening to the fabric as it flittered to the ground.

She could feel her pulse in her stomach from the anticipation. There was something about her eyesight being gone that turned up the intensity. Had his featherlight touch raising goosebumps.

She could feel him shift and then his mouth pressed against the underside of her chest. A gentle press that shifted to just under the middle of her bra. Up her sternum. His tongue found her skin and when he licked up her heart almost burst. He left a trail all the way to her neck and began the process of bruising the soft skin there too.

She pulled at his hair, keeping him close, light breaths leaving her parted lips.

Her calf resting low on his back brought his hips down again. She couldn't put any pressure on her other leg so this was the compromise to get a taste of friction.

"Patience," he mumbled against her, moving up her throat. Under her jaw.

"Always trying to teach me," she huffed.

"Yet you're never willing to listen," he smirked back, one hand on her waist, squeezing the curve.

"I think I listened pretty well last time," she defended, feeling him rise up, head so close to hers but without any contact. "Or did you not like how I rode you?"

He hummed, hand dipping under her back. Raising her enough to inch towards her bra clasp.

"Because if I recall correctly, you enjoyed it very much."

"You certainly know how to put on a show."

Her bra loosened and her back was lowered. The cold air never affected her chest because his warm chest held firm against it. She opened her mouth for a cheeky response but found herself distracted by his tongue. As far as distractions go, his tongue was a good one.

Her hand brushed against his body, his strong chest, his lean torso, until it found the waist of his pants. She ghosted the taut flesh, smiling again.

"Would you like a reminder?"

"You're injured," he reminded, breath fanning over her lips. "Your ass is staying on the bed."

"Allow me to persuade you – " she had just barely felt up his restrained length when her wrist was grabbed and pressed into the mattress beside her head. Her other wrist was grabbed and held in the same manner.

"You're injured," he repeated himself, holding her down and sending her into the sky. "Do I have to tie you down?"

"I think you'd like to," she answered. "Do you want to tie me down Bob? You want to have your way with me like you did in the locker room?"

His hips rubbed against hers, a slow and steady grinding.

"I had my way with you?" He repeated, light, pondering. "I recall you having a foot in the game too, Darlin'. Always pulling the strings and makin' it seem like you're not in control. I see through you though. You can't hide it from me." He kissed her jaw, dragged his nose across her cheek. "You want me to tie you up."

"Put your glasses back on sweety, you're seeing wrong."

"Am I? You don't want me to tie your wrists to that metal headboard? Don't want something to hold onto when I'm thrusting into you so hard that that blindfold won't matter cause you'll be seeing stars?" Enhanced by a deep roll of his hips that had her lower half begging for more.

"Glad to know that that imagination of yours is still good. What was it you said to me in the locker room? 'Your mouth's racking up bills you can't afford'."

"Don't worry about that Darlin', I've got military discount."

A beat.

The pillow against her head puffed up further as she pushed down, a deep belly laugh escaping her mouth in a loud, boisterous manner. Bob broke too, laughing at his own joke with his head fallen between her neck and head. Her sides cramped immediately with the type of laugh, water flashing into her eyes at the stupidity that just occurred.

"You're an idiot," her voice was higher, laugh still shaking her chest.

"That was perfect."

"That was so terrible! I can't believe you said that – mmph," he gave her a firm peck. Her hands found his neck, cupping the skin, and smiling.

"You loved it," he stated, unrelenting.

"Maybe a little."

He kissed down her neck again but the light kisses were gone. These were a determined trail down. Her bra finally slipped from her shoulders and she could hear it land a distance away. He kissed down her sternum, between the valley of her chest, reaching her stomach and blowing cool air across her skin. Her breath halted and his fingers hooked into her shorts. A wet kiss found her hipbone and she did her best to lift her hips up. He pulled her shorts down and sat back. Around her bandaged ankle, one hand lifted her calf with a certain level of delicate that stole her breath the rest of the way.

Then when he set her leg down, that delicate touch was there again.

"Are you comfortable?"

Her mouth opened but the words failed. She nodded her head and he fit himself between her legs. Her left leg stretched out, his hands guiding her right leg to rest over his shoulder and on his back.

He swiped through her, dragging the wet up and to her clit and the light headache that had been haunting her since she woke up slipped further away. Receding temporarily as her body moved into a state of utter ease and relaxation.

And it's nice. Really. Just nice.

She wanted more. She wanted the emotion from their first time. The desperation from the second time. She kinda wanted to piss him off just because it was fun to rile him.

"Maybe I should get on top if this is the pace you want to set," she whispered out, feeling his tongue hesitate as her words processed. "Bet I could still do a better job, concussion and broken ankle and all that considered."

"Is your default setting running your mouth?"

"I thought you liked my mouth?" An idea sparked, a visible reaction even from his viewpoint. "Except for when I'm loud, right? When I'm loud there's that risk of getting caught. . .is that what you need right now? You need that risk Bob? Want people to see what you're doing so you can keep getting that credit?"

His grip on her thighs tightened.

"Just like you did on the carrier, kissing me like that in front of everyone. I bet your ego was so bruised when I told Jake it was Rooster that marked me up. Was your ego bruised baby? Baby on board?"

He was silent and she couldn't see him and it irked her to no end. She wanted to see if it was working, if she was getting underneath his skin, but he didn't make a sound and she was the one that had put the damn sleeping mask on for her headache. Her skin crawled at the electricity she had concocted.

"Hands on the frame."

Just like him. The underlying threat subtle. The order almost mistaken for a request, but it was never with him. It was a full out order. The controlled, even tone that told her that even at her snarkiest, he was still collected.

So she slapped on a grin as wicked as the West and wrapped her hands around the metal frame.

"I tried to be nice to you," he vocalized, hands ghosting up her hips before detaching completely. Bed shifting as he leaned away, cold hitting her more closely. She withheld her shiver, wanting him back on her.

A zipper slid down. The bed shifted again, all his weight disappearing. Fabric ruffled. Pants were shoved to the floor.

"Then you kept opening that mouth of yours, and now I'm rethinking."

"Don't take too long, might fall asleep."

He completely ignored her. "I won't tie your hands up. I won't gag you." The thought excited her. Then she processed that he said 'won't', and that excitement dimmed. "You deserve both, but that would be too easy. So you're going to keep your own hands on the bar, or I stop." His weight was between her legs again. His hands on her thighs, shifting them for room. Raising one leg up around his back. "You're going to keep your mouth shut, or I stop. Do I make myself clear?"

Her brow rose.

He lined up and pushed inside her. The first time was to acclimate. That was all she was offered before his hips pulled back and snapped forward. Her calf tightened on his back, her biceps bulged as her grip sealed in around the metal bar, and her chest flushed with heat.

Her lips opened but she allowed no sound out.

Her eyes pinched shut behind the mask. She could feel his arms right beside her chest, caging her in as he continued to do his damnedest to bury her in the bed.

"I don't understand how someone can be so selfless," he gripped her thigh and hiked her up further. Her ass was half off the bed now, supported mostly by him. The shift in angle had her lips snapping together, a whimper building. "And then they open their mouth and it's just snarky comment after snarky comment. I would've killed to see you in basic, listening to all those orders. Bet you were the team menace, always making everyone do push-ups for your retorts? Is that what you were Jones?" A hand pressed against her lower abdomen and her thighs clenched, that whimper escaping.

Her grip shifted, needing a better hold. It let her angle her hips up more but pressure went onto her bad ankle as well. She winced and he must've seen the action, because his hand was under her knee a second later. Bringing it up. Bringing her bad leg onto his shoulder. Bringing her other leg onto his shoulder.

"Oh God."

It alleviated the pressure off her ankle. It also stretched her hips and thigh muscles to a point she didn't think possible. Why she didn't complain? He was hitting so deep inside of her that it was hard to speak.

"Shit," he cursed, slowing his thrusts, dragging out the pull, using all his force for the push into her. Her body shook with the hit, her pelvis would be bruised, but she quite frankly did not give a single, not one utter damn.

Slow drag out followed by a powerful thrust that pushed her body up. Her lips pinched shut, skin crawling with the desire to move, to help, but it felt too good where she was now. She didn't want to risk breaking it because the asshole would steal this from her if she did something wrong.

His lips pressed into hers and it was open mouthed and sloppy. A whimper escaped her at one hit in particular and he swallowed it, tongue swirling around hers.

Her hips twitched up and he pulled back, feeling her clenching around him. Knowing she was close.

"Shouldn't let you cum, all you've done is run your mouth. What've you done to earn it?" He asked, hips adding a little roll as he bottomed out. Almost grinding inside of her.

Those stars he was talking about before? She saw them.

And she had called it. She had absolutely called it. She hadn't even done anything wrong but the asshole was thinking about stealing this from her! She had kept silent and he wanted to punish her anyway?

Her default setting of snark was activated.

Then he finished. "Gonna give it to you anyway." Snap forward. "To say thanks," pull out, body jolting forward when his hips connect with hers. "For all your service."

He was such a dick. She hated him beyond compare.

His lips were beside her ear. "So thank you for your service, Lieutenant."

She moaned, not even caring about the volume.

"Of course you like that," he commented, breathless, and then his pace changed. She squeezed him tight and her hips rolled, abdomen twitching, with her release. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. Her lower back was arched off the bed, the weight he didn't support resting on her shoulders.

He took four slow, deep thrusts to finish himself off. It was all he could manage as his heart pounded; his breath heavy.

They stayed like that for a few moments, their highs lowering, and then he helped her legs off his shoulders. That care returned when he put her bad leg on the pillow she had it previously propped up on.

"Well that was nice," she commented, a smile in place.

He snorted. "You're such an ass."

"The appropriate way to handle the situation listed above. A) Deploy flares and get out of the way or B) Self-sacrifice?"

He looked at her expectantly.

She glared.

"It's not a hard question Lieutenant."

"Is the answer B?"

"You're 0/9 Lieutenant. You need a 90% to pass."

"If there was time to get out of the way, don't you think I would've done it?"

"I don't know! You like to fly slow! You're like the only woman ever, that doesn't speed."

"You're sexist."

"Have you ever seen Phoenix drive?"

"Is Phoenix representative of all women?"

"She does set the gold standard."

"I agree, but you're a dick."

"Let's go onto the next scenario," Bob replied, and began to erase the current question.

Yesterday when he said he had a rant prepared about her self-sacrifice, he meant it. What he didn't mention, was that there was an exam at the end of it to prove she was paying attention. She hadn't been paying attention, her focus was on how his butt looked in his flight suit.

The answer to that question? Really nice.

"Alright," Bob began when he was finishing up with the options for the question. "You're flying a mission. You have right engine failure –"

"JONES?!"

She jolted, heart sky rocketing. Her head whipped to the open hangar doors. She spotted Hangman.

"Oh, hey bestie!"

"DAMNIT JONES! WHERE THE HELL'VE YOU BEEN?"

"Getting my ass lectured off," she responded, coming to a stand and crutching her way over to him. He met her 90% of the way, able to go a lot faster than she could. He wrapped her in a hug, patting her back and smiling at her. "Seriously, please save me. He gave me a rant on self-sacrifice and he won't stop until I get a 90% on this stupid exam."

"There's only ever two choices," Bob explained, "And each time one of them has been self-sacrifice. I told her at the beginning, that was not the answer, and she keeps saying it anyway."

She smiled. That was all true.

Hangman rolled his eyes. "Well, you look a shit ton better than you did after they pulled you out of the jet. What happened anyway, Rooster bore you to death?"

"I think I ejected too late and hit my head somewhere. Don't actually remember, it's all a blur – "

"JONES! GUYS, JAKE FOUND HER!"

"Javy!" She called, smiling wider. "Bestie, how you been?"

"I thought I was your bestie?"

"I say it to make Javy feel better. Self-esteem issues," she whispered quickly, then reached up with her arms as Javy reached her. Everyone was stupidly tall here. Was it a requirement to be six foot plus?

"How you feeling Jones?"

"Like I'm being punished."

"Bob doing his lecture?"

"Bob giving her the exam after the lecture," Jake explained.

"Ah," Javy nodded, as if he knew about this. "She failing?"

"0/9," Bob answered.

"Idiot," Javy commented.

She scowled.

Rooster led the group in, and she could tell right away that the little chicken was, as the saying went, upset.

"Well shit," she whispered, and slipped behind Jake. Jake stepped out of the way. Avery took another step behind him.

Rooster stood in front of Jake.

"Hey man," he greeted. "What's up?"

"Move."

"Sorry Avery, I tried." Jake moved. She scowled again then slapped a smile on her face at Rooster. Again with the height. He covered her in his shadow, blocking out the sun.

"What's up dude?"

"After I told you what happened to my dad –"

"Literally what could I do?!" She took on defense quickly.

"Why didn't you tell me how bad it was?!"

"Do I look like a medical professional?" She exclaimed back. "Ask me the difference between a strain and a sprain and I cannot tell you the difference. How was I supposed to know it was that bad?"

"I thought you were dead!"

"Well I'm not, so can't the past be in the past?"

"No! If you had died, I would've blamed myself and I don't need that again!"

"That kinda seems like a you problem – " That was not the correct thing to say.

He puffed a large breath at her, hands on his hips in a disappointed dad maneuver. Huh. So that was what that was like.

"I hate you," he stated finally, brown eyes tired but light.

"I can live with that. . .not the right phrasing?"

"You're an idiot Jones."

"So I'm continuously told."

He finally hugged her, and it was nice, for a solid two seconds.

Footsteps sounded. Someone running into the hangar. Rooster pulled away and they all looked to the figure that had entered the premise.

Fanboy. He was flushed, wild looking.

"Admiral Cain is here!"

"Fuck."

"Everybody scat!" Rooster ordered, and she didn't know if that was planned or not, but they all scattered. Some ran out of the hangar through the main doors. Others ran to the back doors meant just for humans. No one looked to her and decided to help and within three moments, she was all alone and dumbstruck.

"You've gotta be shitting me. . ." A shadowed figure walked into the light entering the hangar, and the outline was just too unmistakable. She recognized him right away and stood at attention to the best of her ability.

His leather shoes clicked on the floor. The closer he got, the farther away she wished he was. Then he was in front of her and they stood at equal heights.

She stared forward, not meeting his gaze. He looked her up and down.

The silence was deafening.

What was he going to say? Was he going to ground her for the standard 10 weeks then another 10 as punishment? Was he going to dishonorably discharge her? Was he going to honorably discharge her? Was he going to tell her he called her mom and she was wielding a wooden spoon right now?

He nodded once. "As an Admiral, I say good job."

That was oddly nice. . .

"Thank you sir."

"As your father, don't you ever do anything like that again."

There it was.

"Of course dad."

"And call your mother."

Damnit.

#jake seresin #pete mitchell #top gun maverick #maverick #bob #natasha trace #tgm #bobfucks #bob floyd smut #bob floyd #bob floyd x oc #javy machado

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years ago

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and therefore is winged cupid flying blind - ch. 3

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Rating: E Chapter Count: 3/?

Chapter summary: Between getting shot down during the exercise and having to do push-ups that add injury to the insult of failure (fucking thanks for that one, Payback), she tries to push Bradley far from her mind.

day 3

The sun’s so hot here, the clear skies relentless. It’s always the perfect weather to soar for miles and today’s their first day up there. Some of Natasha’s colleagues are griping about Maverick’s back-to-basics curriculum, but she’s excited to strip the exercises bare and show their instructor just how well she can fly.

It’s also important that she and Bob get used to flying together. He needs to learn her piloting style, she needs to learn how he’ll be communicating with her. On this mission they’re all preparing for, the squadron will need to fly in formation, but there’s another level of synchronization that has to happen with two people under the same canopy. Though she and Bob just met two days ago, they’re now each other’s best chance of staying alive. Or each other’s biggest liability. Natasha would hope for the best if hope weren’t mostly pointless and basically the antithesis of all the grueling training they’re about to undertake. She’s really looking forward to it and she gets the same weird vibe from Bob.

“Did you ever go to the fair when you were a kid?” she asks him as they head out to prep their plane. She clutches her helmet in her hand, letting it bounce against her thigh.

“Like a state fair? Sure,” he says eagerly.

“Did you have a favourite ride? One your parents couldn’t tear you away from?”

“I went with my older brother, actually, but yeah. Anything that spun me around really fast.”

Natasha smirks. Sounds familiar.

“And what did you do?” she asks.

Bob glances sideways at her.

“Rode it ’til I puked.”

She grins and puts out her fist.

“Let’s fucking kill it today,” she says.

He’s smiling when he knocks his fist into hers.

Unfortunately, it’s not them doing the killing as the morning wears on—it’s Maverick getting lock tone on every pair of planes that goes up against him. Natasha and Bob are never buddied up with Bradley and she has mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, she’s concerned that having to attentively listen to his voice over comms will feel too intimate after yesterday’s lapse in everything but hormones (she might’ve lost a little sleep over his ability to make a washroom fingering sweet). On the other, she’s worried about his mental state. If he’s not turning to her to vent about whatever’s bothering him, it’s unlikely he’s turning to anyone else. That’s not something she should feel responsible for, so it makes her even more pissed off to watch his mysterious confrontation with Mav on the tarmac and know that she’s the only one he’d explain it to. But she’d have to ask.

Between getting shot down during the exercise and having to do push-ups that add injury to the insult of failure (fucking thanks for that one, Payback), she tries to push Bradley far from her mind.

But when neither of them are in the air, he leads her away from the radio to offer solutions to Mav’s unpredictable moves up there that she didn’t think of.

When she finishes her two hundred push-ups (really, Payback, thanks), Bradley wanders out onto the strip with a bottle of water for her.

And when her throat’s on fire after she brings the water back up because the day is searing hot and two hundred push-ups were a psychotic thing to wager, Bradley brings her more water and sits on the ground with her in the shadow of an F-18. They don’t talk about maneuvers now. They don’t talk about anything.

Natasha lies on her back and turns her head to watch him. He’s sitting with his knees pulled up, arms crossed atop them, staring straight ahead. She feels too disgusting to pick a fight or tell him to leave, so she just exists with him, wondering about all the things she’s currently too wiped to get mad about. The advice, the water, the company—he keeps showing her he cares about her in actions. Too bad for him, actions don’t count anymore, not between him and her. Actions aren’t enough. She’s always heard that it's supposed to be the other way around, but she stares up at his still face, the sweat rolling down his temple as he shares her jet-shaped shade, and she needs words from him, not actions. Fucking talk to me, she thinks. She almost falls asleep in his silence. She almost likes it, which isn’t a total surprise. This was enough for her for so long.

Eventually, she goes inside and he goes up, skybound with Harvard and Yale. She doesn’t realize she’s vocally urging him on until she catches Bob glancing at her while they listen to the radio.

“He did the best so far,” Bob notes. “He might’ve beaten Maverick earlier if he hadn’t intervened to save Fanboy and Payback.”

“I know,” she says guardedly.

Payback and Fanboy know it too. Was it necessary for her to stand up for Bradley when the three of them were watching him from the window? The boys already feeling rightfully guilty about escaping scot-free while Bradley dropped to the tarmac over and over? No, her “And now you know a little something about Rooster” wasn’t necessary, but she watched him out there in the heat, taking the punishment without complaint, and she found herself admiring—temporarily—all the things about him that also infuriate her. His loyalty. His quiet submission to duty. His arms, which she’s honestly, horribly missing after their brief encounter in the bathroom.

“You worry about him,” Bob presses.

“We’re friends.”

Bob smiles like she said something funny.

“Yeah, but, you only worry about him behind his back. Does he know you care that much?”

“He fucking should,” she mutters, crossing her arms and returning her full focus to the radio.

Harvard and Yale are killed. Bradley keeps himself alive without a wingman for another four and a half minutes before Mav fries him too.

—

On their next trip skyward, Natasha and Bob are teamed up with Hangman. Of all the possible combinations of mission candidates. She gets that Maverick wants to rotate them through different permutations to see who works well together—this isn’t a one-plane mission—but it feels like an unwarranted punishment. Did their instructor assign pairings randomly? Has his early impression of her work ethic inspired him to stick her with somebody whose attitude is on the opposite end of the spectrum? Natasha has no idea. Where she and Bob are enjoying their air time without sacrificing their focus, Hangman’s chipper voice floods their comms with distracting chatter as they await Mav’s opening offensive. The stupid taunts about Bob’s call sign are bad enough; then, Hangman sidetracks himself with his new favourite topic.

“B O B,” he says thoughtfully, pronouncing each letter slowly while his brain churns out an irritating new meaning. Natasha rolls her eyes. “Wait, wait, wait, Bradley… Bradley…”

Shit. She clenches her teeth.

“Maybe it stands for the Boring Old Bullshit coming out of your mouth,” Bob suggests.

His tone sounds so innocently inquisitive that Natasha would laugh in a less tense situation. She’s touched that her back-seater’s coming to her rescue partially at his own expense. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to dissuade Hangman.

“Bradley something Bradshaw,” Jake insists. “Hey, maybe that’s why you two got put together. It’s as close as we’ve gotten to a happily ever after for Lieutenants Bradshaw and Trace. But don’t worry—that was before I decided to assist you lovebirds. Whaddya say, Baby On Board? You wanna help me make Tradshaw happen? Be the wingman’s wingman?”

“I’d rather be Phoenix’s friend,” Bob says simply. Natasha feels his honesty like a parachute tug in her chest.

“Booooring,” Jake drones. “Don’t you have any—”

Mav’s attack interrupts him and all three of them hurry to react. She’s never been so grateful that somebody’s trying to kill her.

—

They’re losing the light: that’s the official reason for the long day of dogfighting coming to an end after the dysfunctional duo of Hangman and Rooster fail to kill Maverick and nearly get Bradley actually killed in the process with their daredevil, cobra bullshit. Natasha would bet that another very good reason is that everyone’s had it up to fucking here with Hangman today and collectively need a break from him, but she’s still feeling a little touchy on the subject of bets.

When she approaches Bradley on the tarmac, he’s just giving up on his latest set of push-ups. Admittedly, she goes in hot, badgering him about his misdemeanours. From within her lecturing façade, she realizes that the worst thing is how she threatens him with the risk to her own safety if he gets booted and leaves her to fly the mission with the unreliable Hangman. She knows her life’s more important to Bradley than his pride. But she pushes, daring him to engage instead of sitting there and taking her criticism, begging him to say something without ever putting that plea into more obvious words. It’s him she cares about, not insubordination or the fucking hard deck. His explanation for today’s reckless behaviour—locked in that swirling dive with Mav while she listened, helpless, to Hangman’s rattled warnings over the radio—throws her. Maverick pulled his papers? The two of them go back that far? Natasha tries to push a little further, but Bradley’s already shut himself off, turning his head away.

Instead of stalking away like he probably expects her to, she sighs and does what he did for her earlier: she sits on the ground at his side. It may be evening but the pavement’s still warm and the heat feels good on her legs as she stretches them out. She watches Bradley glance at her from the corner of his eye. Feels herself being assessed.

He clears his throat.

“So, Hangman,” he says. “What he was saying when you guys were flying the exercise together…”

Oh god. Of course Bradley was listening at the radio, just like she was listening when he was up there. She’s going to murder Jake. Is that why he fucking did it? Does he still get any kind of thrill out of trying to get under her skin, or was today’s assholery all about indirectly provoking Bradley?

…He knows it’s not her idea, right? That when Jake calls himself a wingman, it’s certainly not on her behalf he’s acting. If Bradley thinks she’s ok with this—if he thinks she encouraged it… Jesus. In this moment, Natasha can’t imagine anything worse than the guy she’s repeatedly allowed to get away (and then come back, and then get away again, etcetera) thinking that she recruited Hangman to help her pin him down once and for all. Is this what’s going to make Bradley finally attempt a frank conversation with her? She always pictured the kind of talk they’d (never) have as one where they confessed to feeling more than friendship for one another, more than some kind of professional loyalty. She’s not ready for a conversation where Bradley reminds her that they had a fuckbuddy arrangement, not a relationship, and lets her down gently.

Because excruciating embarrassment is the only possible outcome, Natasha rises quickly to her feet just a minute or two after she sat down.

Don’t look at me like I’m leaving you, she thinks, even though Bradley slips his sunglasses on as she turns to go, and she can’t see his eyes.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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A Lifetime In The Dreams Between

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.1K Warnings: Explicit Lanuage, Angst!

Author's Note: I have completed an idea! Enjoy! -Thorne

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He didn’t know what happened. One second he was throwing up a shield to protect himself from the blast and the next his eyes were widening as the black magic passed through the construct and hit him straight in the chest. Shouts echoed all around him, but all Hal understood was that the world was swirling black and blue around him, figures blurring faster and faster, and he finally understood what it was like to see the world when Barry would run. And all he remembered was feeling the blood drain from his face as he dropped to his knees, and pitched forward, falling into darkness.

***

He could hear voices above him, stressed and frantic.

“He’s going into cardiac arrest!” Barry.

“Shit! Flash shock him!” (Y/N)?

“He won’t survive that much generated electricity!”

“Hal won’t survive if you don’t! Damn it, Barry! Shock him!”

Hands pressed to his chest and a shock jumped Hal’s chest, and he descended back into darkness.

***

His eyes snapped open, and he winced, raising a hand to his head, but someone grabbed his arm. “Don’t try to move, Hal.”

He lolled his head, eyes rolling as the metal ceiling flowed above; he felt so far away and so weak, brain fuzzing, and Barry appeared in his sight, searing his gaze.

“He’s having a seizure. His brain can’t handle the stress.” He looked at the woman across from him. “We have to get him to the med bay.”

She nodded, folding Hal’s hand back to his chest as she worried, “Hang on, Hal. You’re going to be okay.”

(Y/N)’s voice was so comforting, so warm, so trusting, and all Hal could do was shut his eyes, his brain imploding on itself.

***

He rolled over onto his side, burrowing his face in the soft pillow, exhaling deeply. Sleep welcomed him again and he was about to fall off the deep end when someone’s hand caressed his hip, lips pressing against the space between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning,” they murmured, trailing kisses up his back to his neck and to his ear. “Sleep well?”

He moaned lowly in his throat and turned his head, blinking blearily as their face came into clearing—actually her face, and suddenly his eyes went wide as he flailed, pulling away from her. “(Y/N)!”

She cocked a brow as he fell over the side of the bed, immediately shooting up, eyes shocked and very confused. “That’s my name, Hal.” Propping herself on her elbow, she asked, “Everything alright?”

Hal’s mouth opened and closed, and he looked down, his eyes widening all over again as he realized he was nude; he jerked the sheet to cover himself, an action not really in his repertoire. His coffee eyes went to her body, and she was there too, bare as the morning day.

“You’re naked. We’re naked,” he blurted out and she huffed a laugh.

“Yeah? Traditionally, married people typically get naked every other night when they make love.”

“Married?” Hal’s eyes shot to his left hand, and he almost collapsed on the floor again; sure enough a gold band was around his ring finger. “Holy shit,” he breathed, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be more shocked about, the fact that they were married or that he didn’t remember it.

“Hal?” (Y/N) was crawling over the bed, her hand coming to cup his cheek. “Is everything alright?”

He gazed into her eyes, so stunned that this woman that hated his guts was so concerned for him. “I…I don’t know.”

Her brows furrowed and she shuffled, sitting on the edge of the bed, and maneuvered Hal’s head until it was resting in her lap, his back against the side of the frame. She carded her fingers through his hair and bent down, gently pressing kisses where she could reach, to his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere; then she smiled against his lips. “Something tells me you and Barry got so drunk last night you forgot you married me.”

“What?”

(Y/N) snorted, pulling away and with her free hand, she caressed his cheek. “You and Barry went to Aviators last night and came back at like three AM hammered out of your minds.” Her smile was ridiculously bright, and it made Hal’s heartbeat flutter against his rib cage. “You,” she started, but broke into a giggle. “You looked at me and said, ‘Hey pretty mama, wanna fly with me?’.”

Laughing again, she continued, “And when I said that I was your wife, you went, ‘Holy shit, I scored.’.” (Y/N) sighed wistfully and kissed his forehead. “Barry collapsed onto the couch, and you left a trail of clothes from the living room before collapsing in the bed.”

Tugging a strand of his brown hair, she said, “I had to maneuver the covers underneath your body in order to get into bed last night.” She pressed one more kiss to his forehead. “You’re still hungover though, so get back in bed and sleep a little while longer while I go make sure Barry’s up and awake, okay?”

Hal could only nod and when he tipped his head up to let her stand, he stopped her and pulled her down, pressing his lips to hers. (Y/N) responded eagerly, already forgoing checking on the Speedster as she lowered herself into his lap, and Hal immediately wrapped one arm around her waist, the other planting itself on the bed as he shifted his legs, giving himself some leverage to pick the two of them off the ground and shuffle back onto the bed.

And the second Hal’s thighs connected with the mattress he found himself being shoved down onto it, (Y/N)’s hands smoothing down his chest and abs, a flirtatious look on her face.

He couldn’t help but feel cocky. “See something you like?”

She grinned, splaying her fingers on his abdomen. “Actually, I feel something I like.” (Y/N) ground down on his hips and Hal inhaled sharply, causing her grin to turn into a downright evil smirk as she quipped, “And it seems like you feel it too.”

His hands came up to grasp her hips when someone stumbled through the bedroom door. “Hey, do you guys have any toothpa—oh dear God, you guys are fonduing!” They both jumped and looked at Barry who was busy shoving a hand to cover his eyes, the other fumbling for the door frame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t see anything, (Y/N).”

Hal snorted. “How come you’re not swearing you didn’t see any of me?”

“Because I’ve seen all of you before, Hal. Multiple times in fact.” Barry retorted, speeding out of the bedroom.

(Y/N) chuckled and pressed a kiss to Hal’s collarbone, starting to shimmy out of his lap, only stopping when he started whining at her. “What?”

“Why are you leaving?” he questioned, and she flicked his shoulder.

“Because you need to get up and cook some breakfast before all of us have to get back out and go to work.”

Hal blanched. “Work?”

(Y/N) tossed him a look as she pulled on some pajama bottoms and one of his t-shirts. “Yes, Hal Jordan, you have to go into space and be a space ranger.”

“Oh, Green Lantern, right.” He sighed in relief. “I thought you meant the airfield.”

She snorted. “Oh, that too. Carol called and asked if you’d come down and fly one of the new F-18’s they got recently.”

Hal perked up. “How fast?”

“Fast, fly-boy. Now get up and go cook while I shower.” And she was off into their bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

***

Hal wandered into the kitchen, watching as Barry lifted his head from the refrigerator. “Morning.”

“Mornin’,” he replied, flicking on the coffee maker. “So…can I ask you a question?”

“I’m not checking your dick again to see if it’s above average, Hal,” Barry deadpanned and Hal about fell to his feet in laughter.

“What! No!” he chuckled and wiped his eyes, pouring water into the top of the coffee maker. “About last night…what…exactly happened?”

Barry looked at him, pulling out the pack of roast beef. “You don’t remember?”

“Well, from what (Y/N) said, I’m surprised either of us remembered how to get back here.” He met Barry’s eyes. “Everything’s a little fuzzy. I was just wondering if you could fill me in.”

The Speedster nodded, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth. “Well, I got off patrol and came over here, and then you said we should go out. But (Y/N) had some things to take care of, so she told us to go have fun. And then we went to that military bar you like, and we got dared to drink some marines under the table, and you can’t say no to a dare from ‘warthogs’, so you just had to drink more pitchers than they did.”

He snorted. “I barely had enough functioning brain cells to remember how to get back, but we just crammed into a cab and drove back here.” He wiped his eyes. “You kept telling the cabbie to play Danger Zone the entire time.”

Hal wasn’t somebody who was embarrassed easily, and as much as he loved Top Gun, he felt flustered that he was drunkenly belting out the main song the night before.

“And when we got here, I fell asleep on the couch, but (Y/N) was already chasing you down the hall because you were stripping left and right.”

Barry had all but fallen into hysterics as Hal merely set the coffee pot under the drip. “Yeah…about that too.” He felt confused. “You didn’t happen to like…change the timeline again, did you?”

The Speedster stopped laughing at that, blue eyes wide and concerned. “What? No. Why do you ask?”

Hal shook his head, twirling the gold band on his finger. “Because I don’t really remember marrying (Y/N)? But I do remember how much she hates my guts.”

“Well, yeah, but that death scare you gave her a few years ago really made her realize that as much as she hated you, she loved you just as much.” Barry rested a hand on his shoulder. “Now that I think about it, you did take a bad blow a couple days ago. Maybe you’re still reeling.”

The pilot nodded, listening to the coffee pour. “Yeah…maybe.”

Footsteps sounded from the living room and (Y/N) appeared in the entryway, a towel wrapped around her head, a bathrobe around her body; she scowled. “Hal, you were supposed to start breakfast.”

He blinked. “I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“Lazy,” she griped, yanking the roast beef out of Barry’s hands. “That’s for sandwiches, not to eat out of the package, you bottomless pit.” Shoving the meat back in the refrigerator, she said, “There’s eggs…ham…I could omelets?”

“Omelets sound good,” Barry replied, taking the coffee mug out of Hal’s hands who in turn glared at the Speedster. “Do you have onions and peppers to add?”

“Mmm…I dunno…Hal used the last of the onions and peppers the other night to make steak with.” (Y/N) looked back at him, lips parting to speak when a beeping came from the living room.

Barry darted out and back in with a blinking device in his hands. “It’s the League Communicator.”

Immediately, she and Barry suited up and her eyes found Hal’s behind her blue mask. “Highball, get your head in the game. We’ve got a mission.”

He shook himself out of his stupor and the green suit formed to his body, though he muttered, “I still haven’t had my coffee yet…”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Race you guys to the Watchtower.”

“You’re on.” Barry chirped, the two of them disappearing in flashes of yellow and blue.

***

It seemed like much more routine patrol than it was a mission, but still, when Hal and (Y/N) finally made it back to Coast City, they all but collapsed onto the couch. Her suit faded from her body, and she rolled onto her back, laying her head on his thigh.

“I’m so tired,” she groaned, shutting her eyes.

Hal stared down at her, the green suit receding. “You look tired,” he murmured, resting his arm comfortably on her chest, his fingers rubbing soothing circles in her collarbone. “I still can’t believe you socked that bank robber in the face like Guy.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Hey, that man can teach anyone to throw a good punch.” Her eyes opened, and she reached up, tracing the dark circles under his eyes. “You look more tired than I am, husband of mine.”

Hal smiled, turning his face to press a sweet kiss to her wrist. “I’m just glad we’re home for the evening.” He expected her face to rest in relief, but it only clouded, and he murmured, “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember what we talked about a couple week ago?”

No, he did not.“You know I have a terrible memory, babe.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a knowing sigh passing her lips. “Your memory is almost as bad as Barry’s ability to be on time.” Blinking at the ceiling, she said, “You know, what we talked about…having a family? How you said you wanted to try?”

Hal’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Yeah? What about it?”

She looked up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” His eyes immediately darted to her stomach, and he reached down, pressing his hand to her abdomen. “Are you really?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah. Took a test last night.” Snorting, she added, “I was going to tell you, but you went out and got drunk, so I figured I should wait.”

Hal simply stared at her stomach. “Holy shit. You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, Hal. I’m pregnant.”

“I did that?”

“No, Bruce did.”

He scowled at her. “That’s not funny.”

(Y/N) winked. “No, it’s not. It’s hilarious.” She rose from the sofa, stretching her arms above her head. “I say it’s probably time for bed.”

Hal watched her. “You go on ahead. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yeah?” he nodded, and she bent down, pecking his lips. “I love you, Hal.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he replied, watching as she walked down the hallway, disappearing into their bedroom.

It was so weird. To be married to her. He knew this had to be some giant hallucination from his subconscious desires of wanting her, but still, even this “dream” seemed so real. Usually, she and Hal were at each other’s throats; they’d fight at the drop of a hat just because the other looked at them funny, and yet, other than him and Barry, (Y/N) was the only person that could keep up with Hal. To keep him on his toes. The only person smart enough to keep in his six. The only person he trusted to be his wingman. And he realized through all their fights that he cared for her.

Hal looked down at the band on his finger, and something warm spread through his chest when he thought about a little kid running around the apartment dressed in a baby flight suit, squealing “daddy!” at the top of their lungs. He wanted that. As much as being a father scared him, he wanted that. And he wanted it with (Y/N).

He smiled widely and got to his feet, but the second he did, the world shifted, and his vision darkened, body becoming weightless as he dropped to the floor.

***

Something was stroking his hair, gently smoothing it across his forehead, and a voice whispered, “Wake up, Hal. C’mon.”

He tried to open his eyes, but they were so heavy.

“If you wake up, I’ll watch Top Gun with you until you’re thoroughly convinced I could fly a jet.”

That made him want to smile and the hand shifted, cupping his cheek.

“Just open your eyes for me, Hal. Please. I…I need you.”

“You do?” he murmured, managing to crack one eye open, taking in the sight of (Y/N) sitting there beside his med bay bed, tears in her eyes.

She gave him a watery laugh and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Yes, you stupid ass.” (Y/N) pulled away, running her hand over his cheek. “You’ve been out almost an entire day.”

Hal inhaled deeply as she helped him sit up. “What happened?”

“You took a blow of dark magic to the heart and almost died on us. Twice.” She took his temperature and heart rate. “You went into cardiac arrest on the field and then had a seizure when we got you here in the Watchtower.” Meeting his eyes, she said, “You owe Barry a thanks for shocking your heart and J’onn for getting your mind to calm during your seizure.”

He blinked, completely dumbfounded. “Wow…that’s…I took a lot of damage, huh?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with anger, and she socked his shoulder. “You’re damn straight you did. What the fuck were you thinking? Using constructs against a black magician?”

“Well, what’d you want me to do? Stand there like a jackass?” Hal retorted with a glare.

“Maybe you could’ve moved?” she met his glare head on. “You almost got yourself killed.”

“People die every day, (Y/N). I’m going to die one day.”

“And who would you leave behind if you did, huh? You’d leave behind your family and friends. You’d leave behind Guy and Kyle and John. You’d leave behind Barry. You’d leave me behind.” (Y/N) searched his eyes. “Don’t you know how heartbroken we’d be if you died, Hal? How devastated I’d be?”

Hal’s jaw went slack, and she shook her head. “This is just like you. Always flying headfirst into danger without a single regard for anyone else. You are so foolish and stupid and—”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her to him in a searing kiss. It was over as fast as it happened and when he pulled away, he smirked at the stunned expression on her face. “Oh? So that’s what it takes for you to quit yelling at me? Man, I should’ve done that a long time ago.”

(Y/N) blinked in shock, one hand coming to press against her lips. “What…what was that?”

“That was a kiss, (Y/N). You see when two people care about each other very much they—”

The meeting of a palm and a cheek echoed through the med bay, and he grabbed his face, gaping at her as she scrambled up.

“You don’t just kiss people, you ass!” (Y/N) shouted, though she looked more flustered than angry. “That’s—It’s not right!”

She spun and ran for the med bay doors, and he called out, “Wait! You didn’t tell me if you loved me!”

“Go to hell, Hal Jordan!” she shouted in return and Hal grinned wide and smug as he reclined on the pillows, eyes directing to the glass window, giving him the view of space.

That dream didn’t seem too far out of reach now.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’ll stay with you and hold you tight. He’ll ask you if you’re okay and if you need anything. It’s only a short walk to the refresher. He might get you a glass of water, and always, he’ll bring a wet washcloth out to wipe you down and clean you up. He can get quite intimate after sex and he’ll wrap his strong arms around your body and pull you close into the heat of his chest. He’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you both inevitably fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You love his back. He’s broad shouldered, lean and muscular. You love gliding your hands over his skin and squeezing him. When he’s on top, you dig your fingers into his back, subconsciously scratching and clawing at him. In a way, he likes the pain. You nearly always leave a mark on him and it’s nice to come back to, day after day. In the mornings he covers himself up and goes out to complete bounties, but there is something extremely satisfying about knowing that the esteemed and intimidating Mandalorian hunter is marked by you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Din cums a lot. Although he wasn’t a virgin when you met, he didn’t really have the luxury of getting off with others. He was always too busy, out doing bounties or travelling the galaxy with Grogu. This changed though, when he met you. Now, you’re pretty aware of how large his load is. You love it when he cums inside of you and you feel his warm seed fill you up completely. It can stay in you for the entire day. Din will fuck you in the morning and then pull your panties back up, forcing you to keep his cum inside of you until nightfall. When he takes your panties off in the evening, it’s always a pleasant surprise to see his cum still dripping out of your pretty hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to face fuck you. You give him blowjobs on the regular but he always lets you take your time. It’s nice when you’re in control, and it makes a difference from his usual hectic day-to-day lifestyle. But he dreams of thrusting into your pretty little mouth and tracing the bulge of his fat cock in your throat. He wants you to gag around him and see a mixture of his cum and your saliva mess up your face. He knows you can take it deep, he just hasn’t found the confidence yet to talk to you about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yeah, he has experience. He hasn’t had many sexual partners but he’s done it before and he knows his way around your body. He will spend a lot of time with you, practicing how to make you moan and cum in different ways. He’s probably the least experienced with giving oral but that’s okay because he’s proficient and always been a quick learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to pin you against the wall and take you from behind. When he’s not too tired, he can go for a while, standing up and fucking you. He also likes it when he’s laying down and you're on top, riding him. You’ll notice he tilts his head up, just ever so slightly, so he can get the best view of your tits bouncing up and down as you grind over his manhood.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious for the most part. He can crack a smile now and again, when he’s lost in the moment. Especially during sensual sex, when he’s on top and looking down on you. But you can never see it anyway since he’s face is always shielded by the beskar helmet.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

No, he doesn’t groom himself. He often forgets to shave his face, hence the patchy stubble he dons most of the time. Shaving foam can be quite pricey and credits are hard to come by these days, so, grooming his pubic hair is probably the last thing on his mind. And that’s okay, you don’t mind the dark brown curls down there. He’s not a naturally hairy guy, so despite him having a little pubic hair, it’s not too overbearing. You love kissing the little trail of hair from his navel down to the hem of his underpants.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic. It takes a lot of going backwards and forwards to develop a romantic relationship with Din, and it takes a lot for him to trust you. But when he does, he’ll be completely open with you and he’ll make it known how much he loves you and appreciates you. He does this through the whispering of sweet nothings in your ear, caressing and nibbling your skin in the most tender ways.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, he jacked off whenever he got the time. Just because he didn’t have sex on a regular basis, didn’t mean he was immune to sexual desire. It got pretty messy too. After he met you, you began to consume his every thought and he was completely smitten with you. Every night he’d lock himself in the refresher room of the Crest and get off to the thought of you, even getting into the habit of moaning out your name right before he spilled his seed along the shower wall.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s actually quite into BDSM. He wants to tie you up with rope or his binders, and blindfold you. He likes to bend you over his lap and give you a few harsh spankings, enough to leave a mark.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Most of the time, you both do it on the Crest. And it’s okay. His bed is small and the floor is hard but he doesn’t mind it either way, as long as he can be with you. He does, however, like it when he’s in the pilot seat and you sit on his lap and warm his cock. One of his favourite memories was saving up enough credits and taking you to the luscious greens of Naboo. He paid for a suite in one of the most beautiful hotels and you went at each other the entire night. The bed was so soft and warm and he let himself get tangled up in the satin sheets without a care in the world. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced and he hopes that one day, he gets the opportunity and the credits to do something like that again.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This one time, you were joking around. You grabbed his cape and clipped it around your neck and even fitted his beskar chest plate onto your own body. You walked around the Crest holding his pulse rifle like you owned it. You only did it out of desperation to get Din to laugh, or even just crack a smile, but seeing you in his clothes ignited something primal in him and all he wanted to do was pin you against the wall and fuck you without mercy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never, ever want to hurt you. You coming into any kind of danger is one of his biggest fears and he will dedicate his whole life protecting you from uncomfort and injury. Because of this, he could never be the one to cause you said injury or uncomfort. He wants the experience to be pleasant for both of you, with no lasting effects. He likes it when you struggle to walk the day after, and he likes seeing you bruised up from love bites or the firm grip of his gloved fingers, but that’s really the extent of it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Truthfully, you give more than you receive. Obviously, Din can’t take off his helmet. However he loves the taste of you. It just means he has to do it when there are no lights on, or he has to find you a blindfold. When he gets the chance, he absolutely loves going down on you but it just doesn’t happen all too often. Surprisingly though, Din is great at oral and he is sure to give you an experience you’ll never forget. He always has you yearning for more and he loves to tease and edge you with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It varies! Sometimes all Din needs is a quick fuck -- and he’s a very busy man so it’s just something you have to accept. But recently, sex has been lasting a little longer. He’s been taking his time and made a habit of becoming more intimate with you. He is definitely capable of showing his compassion during these private times and you like seeing the softer, more sensual side to him a lot.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Before bounties. After bounties. Whenever he has to leave and there is a risk of harm or danger, you’ll give him a quickie so he for sure has something to remember you by. He could be gone for a few days, or weeks, so by the time he returns, you’re often both riled up and filled with sexual desire. So it’s another quickie just to satisfy that burning need. He’ll take you against the wall and rail you until your knees feel weak and you can’t stand. He’ll growl into your ear and tell you how much he’s missed you and how glad he is to feel the heat of your cunt clench around him again.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He risks his life every single day. So during his downtime, and the moments he’s in the bedroom with you, he prefers to not take too many risks. Like I mentioned earlier, he doesn’t want to endanger you in any way possible. But if there’s something in particular that you’ve been longing to try, Din will be pretty game to do it. All you have to do is vocalize it and tell him how much you want it. He will always put your safety first.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for quite a while. Sex with Din, when it’s not a quickie, can average at around an hour each time. He loves to take his time with you and he wants to get as many orgasms out of you as he can. He sees it as a challenge.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrators, mostly. He even has a small silver one that he likes you to use on the tip of his cock. Also you managed to pick up a butt plug from one market a few weeks ago and he’s been aching to try it on you. You haven’t tried anal yet but it’s something Din is definitely interested in. You agreed to try out the plug as a little teaser before you feel like you can take his whole cock. He’s had dreams of stuffing both your holes and watching tears prick your eyes as the sensation overwhelms you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you a lot, and you like to tease him too. It’s a little game you both have going on. He adores foreplay and edging you. In the moment, when all you want to do is cum, it can be quite frustrating, but you love it nonetheless. He engages in cunningless, rubbing your bundle of nerves until your legs are shaking and you can’t take it anymore. And then he’ll pull his fingers away and watch you squirm as he deprives you of an orgasm.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud, just like in usual day to day life, Din Djarin is a man of a few words. He moans and whimpers a lot, especially when he’s close. He pants pretty heavy and he’ll definitely make sure you know how good you make him feel. Not so much with words though. When he’s going down on you or pleasuring you he talks a little more. He asks you questions like, “you like that baby?” or “you want more sweet girl?”, and gets a thrill knowing that you’re so into it, you struggle to answer.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to fuck you standing up. He loves to press you against the cool metal wall of the Crest and ruthlessly hammer you from behind. He’ll pin you there, grabbing your wrists so you quite literally can’t move, and he’ll dirty talk in your ear as he rails you. He’ll go fast and hard and it won’t take long at all for you to cum around his cock.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh he’s big. I’d say a solid 8 inches, and thick too. It’s the girth of him that gets you the most. The feeling of him stretching you open and filling you up is possibly one of the best feelings in the world. You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, and it always has been. He can get hard pretty easily; and whenever he feels like he wants to go, he can go. If you’re horny and let him know that you want it, he’ll be ready to take you almost immediately. He yearns the most when you’re not there. Sometimes he’ll be out on a bounty, alone at night. He’ll be thinking of you back on the Crest, alone too. He’ll imagine you laying in his bed, masturbating, and whimpering out his name. He just can’t help himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He zonks out pretty fast. He’s a busy man, and if the bounty he went on earlier in the day didn’t tire him out, the sex sure will have. He will pull you into his strong arms, plant a sleepy kiss into your shoulder or the crook of your neck, and fall asleep. Din is for sure a big spoon.

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mcu-and-buckybarnes-things · 2 years ago

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OK folks, if you happen to come across some stupid shit on this blog, before you get offended by my opinions or ignorance or stupidity, please let me claim this:

This is a shipper's blog, whose sole purpose is to ignore all technical truth and deny canon.

Anyone is entitled to point out the inaccuracy in my posts (or just say I hate your stuff--because free speech).

I mean, good for you to know all the military stuff and thank you for providing the interesting knowledge. Really.

I even appreciate people who do this because they are not haters or something negative, they are just sharing the knowledge they have and sometimes it really helps you learn something fun and new.

So do I feel ashamed? No.

But when you reblog a single post of mine multiple times just to do this in several different ways, do I feel shamed? Yes.

That's why I think I need to remind people that this is a blog where I ship gay couples and nothing more.

I actually did write in my earlier posts that I have no military knowledge or whatsoever. And I proudly let Mav land a F-18 on Ice's lawn.

All the contents here are in their nature anti-canon and anti-science/truth etc. We make up stupid shit just to make the couples we love kiss. That's what shippers do.

I mean, even the two movies themselvs have many inaccuracies, which have been pointed out by many real pilots. (Not that I understand a damn thing about them)

So for your own peace of mind and mine, at least please stop at 1 reblog next time you feel the need to point out my ignorance of military knowledge, which I neither claimed to have nor intend to get specilized in.

And please, kindly allow me to continue making up stupid shit based on nothing.

#top gun #icemav #top gun: maverick #i usually don't add tags when i think it might upset other people #but please understand i think they found my posts by the same tags #i promise i won't do this again

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paxny · 2 years ago

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1, 8, 9, 18, 19, 20, 26 for the top gun ask thing!

So I totally had to sit and stare at this in my inbox for a hot minute and digest the fact that it exists. Like, low-key tumblr still boggles my mind- some of my posts here have more notes than the number of likes I get on other platforms from people I know irl. It's weird. I love it. Anyway, super excited to play!

1. Who’s your favorite character & why are they your fave?

I'm really really obsessed with Iceman and Maverick. Not sure I could choose a single favorite character when they exist together. I love their dynamic, I love how deep both of their characters are, I love them individually but also how it feels like they complete each other. I absolutely ship them romantically, but even from a platonic viewpoint they're inseparable to me. (That probably answers other questions better than this one but) I'm also a literal goner for Rooster.

8. What would your callsign be?

I don't really know yet, honestly that question has been consuming a lot of my thoughts. Probably something completely lame and not cool. Most likely relating to my clumsiness, or one of my silly childhood nicknames. My mom used to call me Birdie and Squirrel, and sometimes she now (affectionately) calls me Creature when I do something silly/weird. I did take the funny little quiz that the movie's Insta account posted, and came up with "Colt" as my result (strangely fitting considering I was the Horse Girl...I was amused at least) but idk how accurate that is... If I come up with something cool I'll let you know? I will totally accept ideas and suggestions XD (my friend @brackish-kraken has been dragged into brainstorming with me since I started typing this up...so far they have come up with" Bobcat", "Alice", "Chipmunk", and various plays on my nickname [Rae>>"Rabies" ]. I hate that one, but that prob means that's actually what it would be.)

9. What’s your favorite scene in either movie?

The beach scenes. Absolutely the beach scenes. Also every time a Bradshaw makes a sarcastic remark under their breath/as an aside. And the scene at the end of TGM where Mav and Rooster steal the old F-14. have you figured out how indecisive I am yet?

18. Would you be a pilot or a RIO/WSO? If you’d be a pilot, would you work alone or have a RIO/WSO? If the latter, who would your RIO/WSO be? If you’d be a RIO/WSO, who do you want your pilot to be?

I think I'd be a pilot if only because I'm pretty sure I'd be a terrible backseat driver. I would probably go out of my mind if I was just along for the ride. I'm torn about having a RIO/WSO. I long for the kind of bond that we see between them and their pilots, and I would feel safer and more grounded with someone with me as a team. But also I would be terrified something would happen to them because I made a mistake.

19. What do you wish you’d see more of in Top Gun fandom

I would love to see more fanart, I'm an absolute sucker for fanart. I also am literally addicted to whump-y fics, and I've read a ton of great ones for these fandoms, but I'm rather insatiable. AUs and tropes that really hurt my favorite characters, and delve deep into what makes them tick, before slowly helping them heal and giving them a happy (usually) ending *chef's kiss* Hanahaki aus, arranged marriage aus, all the hurt/comfort, soulmates, pining, angst, whump, non-traditional a/b/o. Please just give me all the fics that will make me cry, they're so beautiful and powerful, and these characters would suit them so well.

20. Is there anything you’d delete from canon?

Besides the obvious fix-it-fic line of thinking where I don't let Goose die? I would erase Charlie and Maverick's romantic relationship. I really didn't like it that much, I was much more invested in other relationships and friendships. I felt like theirs was unstable and rushed, and unnecessary to the plot. I think they would've made better flirty bffs. That's just me though.

26. What’s your favorite line from the movies?

"You can be my wingman anytime" "Bullshit. You can be mine" also a number of others from both movies, but that's what came to mind first.

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facets-and-rainbows · 4 years ago

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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities. Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

#blue exorcist #interview #Ao no Exorcist #translation

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generalfoolish · 4 years ago

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Aay'han

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: lots of bad space language, talk of Bo-Katan and Death Watch, mentions of lost family, Soft!Luke (needs a tag), maybe some lusting over Luke? He's handsome, y'all, mad!Mando, some Grogu because I can't help myself, some nightmare talk/horror type themes-blink and you'll miss it though

Word count: ~2.4K

Pairing: (eventually!!!) Din Djarin x F!reader

Summary: Two Mandalorians on the road to Dagobah, in search of a Jedi.

A/N: Hey babes! This is number six of the #mandomay2021 prompt list. This one is soooo self-indulgent, but it's pretty exposition heavy. Our sweet mandalorian doesn't know Mando's story like we do, so bear with me! Enjoy 💕

Masterlist | Cyare'se | Partaylir

Mando is silent as he toggles the destination into nav, and remains silent long after the jump into hyperspace. You don’t know what to do. The cockpit isn’t cramped, but you feel like your thoughts are too loud. You wonder if he can hear you thinking.

If he could hear you, he’d know that you were second guessing this whole quest. You had once been spurred on by hate and loss and grief, but in the starkness of this new ship you think you may have run head-long into something you couldn’t control.

You wonder, not for the first time since meeting Mando, if your resolve is weakening or if you’re simply intrigued by this mandalorian.

As if he could read your thoughts, Mando turned to face you.

“I’m not sure that Skywalker will be much help. I have hope, but I need you to know that it may not be productive.” He sounded so earnest, that all you could do was raise your shoulders in a pitiful shrug.

“Where is Skywalker?” You asked quietly.

“Dagobah. It’s a swamp planet.”

“I’m not sure I know it.” You thought back to the last time you mapped the galaxy. It had been a long time.

“You wouldn’t. It’s almost Wild Space. Further south than Naboo.” You nodded, then considered it.

“That’s across the galaxy?”

“Yeah, but he’s the only one who would know anything. Except for Bo-Katan, but we both have reasons to avoid her.” He added, wistfully.

“You do?” You asked, and Mando shook his head.

“Yeah, but it’s a long story.” You shrugged, it didn’t really matter. As long as you were on the same page when it came to clan Kryze. You sat back in the seat, and Mando turned back around. You wondered about his motives. He had mentioned having a son, one that could still be hunted by the Empire. But, he was alone. And there was no covert on Nevarro. If he was staying away from Bo-Katan, then the son wasn’t likely near Mandalore. You narrowed your eyes as you worked through it.

You didn’t have children, not your own. Your Tribe had been very closely knit, and you had loved and looked over the children. They were why you had thrown yourself into this plot. You would never leave them behind, though. If you had them in your arms, would your hate dissipate as well? He mentioned loved ones, and you wondered again about his entanglements. Was there a Tribe? More hidden? His son had been hunted, was his Tribe destroyed along with the covert?

You wouldn't speculate anymore.

“Mando, where’s your ad?” He stiffened visibly. You worried you had crossed a line, one that you couldn’t easily retreat from.

“Why?” His voice was terse, and his shoulders remained tense.

“If he’s alive, you should be with him? This is a suicide mission, you said so yourself. Why would you agree if you had a son who was waiting for you?” You prodded. It felt important to know. You needed to know what kind of man he was, that’s what you told yourself, anyway.

You needle people, that inner voice told you. You needle and push until they’re gone.

Minutes passed before you heard Mando sigh, long enough that you had started to regret ever getting on the ship.

“He’s in training. He’s a foundling.” You nodded, but didn’t fully understand. Training for what? Combat? Guns? A bounty hunting mandalorian should be able to handle that.

“Training?” You asked, no longer able to keep your question at bay. He exhaled loudly, and turned to face you, the tension released from his shoulders.

“He is with Skywalker. They’re Jedi.” He told you plainly. As if that explained anything.

“Jedi?” You scrambled trying to remember if your buir had ever mentioned Jedi in your lessons. You recalled their weapon, the jetii’kad, a laser sword, you thought.

“They use the Force.” He told you, confusion laced in his words. “I...I’ve seen it. They use their powers and laser swords to fight. I have seen things I can’t explain.” You listened intently. You had only heard the stories, the reason Mandalore needed a Mand’alor, and the reason mandalorians wore beskar. But even in your wildest machinations they weren’t true, just stories for the children to cling to. Something to believe in, when everything else seemed helpless.

“The jetii are real? You said “they,” are they more than one?”

“Mm. Two, well three if you count the kid.” You closed your eyes under the helmet, and wished you could rub your face. It didn’t seem real. You turned your attention to the streaking colors of hyperspace. It wasn’t impossible that Jedi would be real. The dark saber was real, you had heard the chatter. A mysterious mandalorian, one without ties, wielded it now.

Your eyes snapped back to Mando. A mysterious mandalorian, one without ties.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. This guy wasn’t the Mand’alor.

Why else would he be running from Bo-Katan?

He’s connected to the Jedi.

The Mand’alor a Child of the Watch from a backwater like Nevarro?

It would be impossible...right?

You snapped your eyes back to Mando. He had busied himself with the control panel, seemingly lost in thought.

“Mando?” He turned toward you slowly, his body language a question.

“Why are you hiding from Bo-Katan? I don’t care if it’s a long story.” He sighed at your request. He didn’t answer, he simply stood and left the cockpit. You sat up straight, fear creeping up your spine. You had pushed too far.

He returned after a moment, though it didn’t seem as though he had grabbed anything. Confusion replaced your fear, and you leaned forward on your knees.

“I kind of made a promise to her that I never intended to keep. She knows my face, and I have something she wants. I just need to keep space between us.” You narrowed your eyes again, his story sounding like bantha shit.

“Okay, Mando. We’ll stay off her radar.” You told him, but that dark voice crept up from your stomach and filled your throat with bile. Something was wrong. He was lying.

“Well, this is Dagobah. Nowhere to land. At least an X Wing will be easy to spot.” Mando muttered from the pilot chair. You said nothing. In fact, you had more or less kept silent for the few days it took to travel. Mando seemed to operate quietly usually, so it didn’t bother him. Or if it had, he hadn’t voiced it. You had been keeping in the hold, for the most part, as well. Keeping distance seemed the proper course for now. Until you could parce out why he had lied about Bo-Katan. A growing part of you was terrified you’d awaken to him standing over you, wielding that damn dark saber. Your thoughts ping ponged from the saber to Bo-Katan, and when you could finally put them out of mind, you were assaulted with the new information about the Jedi.

You were having trouble processing. And you had kept your crikking helmet on for far too long.

At last, you had seen the planet looming in the darkness of space, massive and green. You’d have answers soon. You had a mental inquiry for this Skywalker, ranging from Mandalore to the New Republic. The Empire side-lined for a moment, was queued up after your current thoughts were sorted. It was too much.

Mando piloted the ship easily down into the muggy swamp. You wrinkled your nose, and were actually thankful for your helmet. It would filter out the worst of the smell. Mando had set the ship down on the, seemingly, only piece of dry land. It housed another ship, the X wing, you presumed.

He motioned for you to follow, and you complied. Not speaking for almost a week had it’s advantages, the two of you had become masters of nonverbal signals. You looked around outside of the ship. Skughole, that was your only thought. Crikking skughole. Not even a port. Mando walked forward, and you followed behind.

You heard the man before you saw him. He was cursing a blue streak through the muggy air. He wasn’t what you expected. You weren’t sure what you had expected, but the lean, human male wasn’t it. He was dressed in tan, loose fitting clothes, and was covered in the bluish mud. His brown hair hung messily in his face, which was plastered with sweat.

You tore your eyes away from the only Jedi you had ever seen, and gaped at what you saw. A massive boulder was levitating in front of him. It was just floating there, in the open space. You turned quickly to Mando, and he nodded once at you. It felt like a confirmation that you weren’t insane. That what was happening was real.

Not that you had time to dwell on it. Before you could blink, the rock imploded. Tons of small rocks fell to the mud, and the man exhaled loudly.

“Mandalorian. I’ve been expecting you.” The Jedi panted, before walking over.

“Grogu?” Mando asked. You blinked in confusion. It wasn’t Mando’a. Or any other language you knew.

“He’s napping. We’ve been training hard. Searching for more of his kind. My Master was one of his species, and I believe there to be more here. This planet…” He trailed off before turning to face you. “Apologies, I am Luke Skywalker, a Jedi Master. The Jedi Master, I guess? There’s not many of us left. Not to worry,” he added, leveling a kind look at you, “You travel with a kind man.” Mando snapped his head down at you, but you were as confused as him.

“Can Jedi read minds?” Luke laughed and wiped his forehead off.

“No. I can sense that you are nervous though.”

“With the Force?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. You had never had to filter emotions more than through your voice. The beskar hid everything else. You felt Mando’s eyes on you, burning through what was left of your shield.

“Kind of. Let’s get some food, yeah? Grogu needs to eat, and I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you, Mando.” You followed Luke, but you could feel Mando’s eyes on you the short walk to the hut. Luke dipped into the small hole, and disappeared inside.

“You don’t trust me?” Mando asked, gruffly, as soon as Luke was out of earshot.

“No. You lied to me.” You leveled. He scoffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“You lied to me!” Exasperated, you yanked your helmet off.

Of course, you regretted that immediately. The smell of the swamp nearly gagged you. You hadn’t gotten acclimated to it at all, and it hit you full on. Mando took a neat step backward, hands mid air, helmet looking down. Luke was walking out with bowls, and peeking around his leg was a long green ear.

Your eyebrows pulled together, and you opened your mouth to say something--anything. But Luke beat you to it.

“Oh criff.”

You sat with Luke, helmet beside you on the log, and faced the fire. Mando had taken a walk with Grogu.

“What makes you so apprehensive to the warrior?” Luke asked, slurping stew from the bowl. You looked at him, aglow from the flames, and sucked your teeth. You didn’t know their relationship, but you couldn’t hide it from the Jedi.

“I think he has the dark saber.” Luke nodded.

“Would this be an issue?” You considered it for a moment.

“I don’t know. I keep having nightmares. He...strikes me down with it.” Luke drained his bowl, and sat it aside.

“Why would he do that?” Luke asked, full attention on you.

“That’s what I’m nervous about. He doesn’t have a reason. Unless, he thinks I’m a threat to him. Luke, do you know the story?” He shook his head, and you thought about it. “My buir, sorry my Mom, taught me many lessons of the mandalorians. My father was lost during one of the many civil wars. I saw the destruction and horror first hand, as I’m sure Mando did. The difference though, is that his people were the ones that murdered mine. It’s hard to separate the man from the myth.” Luke nodded thoughtfully.

“I am afraid I know little of Mandalorian lore, but I have seen my share of pain and betrayal. We cannot always know what path is right, but we can trust in the Force to lead us there. What does your gut tell you about Mando?” You sat silently, staring deep into the flames before you. You had been turning it over since Nevarro.

“He’s safe.” You told the Jedi, so quietly it was almost lost to the crackling fire. But the man beside you nodded, and patted your knee. You looked down and saw that his hand was mechanical. You snapped your eyes up to his face, and his eyes twinkled at you. You heard a twig snap and your eyes shot to the source, fingers wrapping around your blaster.

You saw Mando’s beskar reflecting in the low light, and the curl of his arm, before you heard the child’s babbling.

Mando was a mystery, but Grogu had stolen your heart immediately. He had been in Mando’s arms, cooing, since he woke up. Mando, for his part, had nodded and participated in the very one sided conversation.

You offered Mando a small smile when he approached, but he didn’t acknowledge it.

“It is a bittersweet reunion for him.” Luke told you quietly, when Mando dipped into the hut.

“Why?” You asked, watching the hut closely.

“He knows he must leave him. Grogu’s training takes precedence, but their bond is strong.”

“Ah, we have a word for this: aay’han. It is both mourning and joy at once.”

“Aay’han,” Luke echoed the Mando’a back perfectly, and you thought it sounded lovely. “Such a beautiful word, the meaning is interesting. I would like to know more of your culture, someday. First, I am seeking my own.” You smiled at Luke as he stretched beside you. It had been days since you had truly spoken.

You hated this swamp planet, but you were growing fond of its inhabitants. Aay’han, indeed.

**Translations

Aay’han: bittersweet

Ad: son

Buir: parent

Mand’alor: Ruler of Mandalore

Jetii: Jedi

Jetii’kad: lightsaber

#the mandalorian #star wars #mando x reader #mandalorian x reader #mandomay2021 #din djarin #Din Djarin x reader #Luke skywalker #jedi master #aay'han #bittersweet #grogu #mando and grogu #grogu and luke #mando x fem!reader

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eclecticash22 · 4 years ago

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🔮 September Month Ahead Reading 🔮

Take a few deep breaths, trying your best to relax with each one. Then take a moment to look over each pile. Follow your intuition and choose the pile you are most drawn to.

*This pick a card got pretty in depth and is longer than usual. I really enjoyed doing this reading and I hope you enjoy it as well!*

Pile One

I see at the beginning of the month, something may have you on edge. Watch out for someone who may try to lie to you, cheat you in some way, or deceive you. Also, be honest with yourself and others. As the month goes on I see a new beginning for you and it is one of happiness and peace. I love the Ace of Pentacles, because for me it is about relief of stresses and worry. I also see forward movement and success coming towards you this month as well. Whatever you are starting, it is sure to work out wonderfully. I see you're ending out the month either receiving help or giving help. You may be reaching out to a family member or friend for help about something or this could be a family member or friend reaching out to you. Either way, be open and honest with communications, as I see you nurturing your emotional health by the end of this month.

So I'm definitely picking up on some major event vibes happening. This major event may not be happening this month (for some of you it could be), however I do think this month is important in leading up to this major event. I see this month that you're really taking charge and planning your next steps. The new beginning that is happening is not only going to feel like it's a relief, but it will also be exciting. You're planning carefully, but having fun in the process. I think for a lot of you, this is a change that involves marriage, moving homes, moving jobs, etc. For some, I do see the possibility of a breakup, but that isn't for many of you. I do see that this is big and it will be something you're committing to. Whatever this is, you're going to be successful, so make sure to take care of yourself and have fun!

Charms: I do see you springing forward this month into something that you're going to be attached to. Whether this is a person, job, place, hobby, etc. I do see you having a fun time. Any time I see the Groot figurine I always hear, "Be your own hero." This month you're stepping up and being your own hero, making things happen for yourself.

Runes: Some of you may be inheriting something this month. There is a new beginning full of prosperity and wonderfulness coming your way. You will be seeing the outcome of your hard work, and it will be good.

Important Letters: X, R, C, Z, S, B, E, L, R, I, N

Important Numbers: 13, 22, 5, 9, 10

Shufflemancy Songs: Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall by Coldplay | Can't Help Falling In Love cover by Twenty One Pilots | Be Alright by Dean Lewis | Eh, Eh by Lady Gaga

Pile 2

At the beginning of the month, I see you being very nurturing towards yourself and others. This could also indicate a person who is being very nurturing towards you at the beginning of the month. Going on into the month, I see you reminiscing and looking back at the past, but not necessarily in a bad way. I feel this is more looking how far you've come and seeing where all the events in your life have taken you. This is realizing where you are now, and being proud of how far you've made it. I also see some change coming your way that is actually quite positive. The death card always represents change, not death- though it can be seen as a metaphorical death. Something is changing and becoming better for you, which leads us to the end of your month. I see at the end of the month, you're going to be abundant and thriving. I see you being happy and prosperous. Remember to express gratitude to the universe and treat yourself kindly this month!

This month I see you may be looking within yourself to make some change in your life. You're looking for the next step, but taking the time out to retreat within and learn more about yourself and what you want. I do see you may possibly be feeling inspired this month and overcoming challenges. I do see you learning a lot this month, not only about yourself, but learning life experience as well. Things are falling into place and they're looking pretty good. There may be some setbacks, possibly with disagreement and/or a disappointment, but the situation will work out for the best. You're going to be successful, and you're going to move forward to better things. Just make sure you're on the right track to what you really want.

Charms: I see this month that you're being careful. You're working towards turning over a new leaf. You're taking control and making your life yours, just be open to and accepting of help when you need it. I also see communication here, which can also be indicated by the eight of wands you got. Someone may be reaching out to you to tell you they love you. Know you are loved. I see this month as positive for you. Music may be important this month.

Runes: You may be receiving some inheritance or realizing a birthright this month. This month I see you as having bravery, energy, courage, and having faith in yourself and the situation. Change is happening. This could be destined. Relocation is possible this month.

Important Letters: B, N, F, C, E, H, A, E

Important Numbers: 13, 4, 12, 18, 16, 19

Shufflemancy Songs: Colors by Halsey | Secret Love Song by Little Mix | The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra | Leave (Get Out) by JoJo

Important Note: The angel number 555 may be important this month.

Pile Three

At the beginning of this month I see you feeling proud of yourself. Feeling proud of where you're at, the work you've done, and who you are. Going on into the month, I see you tapping into the free spirited, spiritual, creative part of yourself. I see you being grounded, feeling calm and peaceful, and really taking care of yourself. You may be feeling creative or adventurous this month as well. I definitely see the arts as being important this month. Possibly painting or crafting, but could be other things such as theater, music, writing, hair, makeup, photography, etc. Finding inspiration will come easy to you this month and you're going to be tapping into that inspiration to express yourself. At the end of this month, I do see that you may be feeling stuck or have the feeling of "one step forward, two steps back." Make sure that if this happens, you reevaluate the path you're on and see if there is another way to get where you are going. You may have drifted off the path you were on, and may be needing to get back on track.

This month, I do think you're feeling creative and expressive. You're taking the time out to focus on your mental and/or emotional health by expressing yourself in ways you find artistic and enjoyable. This may be a necessary break for you, as I do see that there is some stagnant energy here. Remember, take a break when you need to and make sure to take care of yourself. And I see you doing that. You're focusing on you and being your badass, amazing, and absolutely fantastical self. You have hope for the future, as you've seen how far you have come in life. I do see you being successful on getting back on track after this break you're taking. This month, you may be celebrating something with friends or family. These relationships are also important this month. This month is definitely one of expression for you, as you've gotten the Page of Cups twice. I see you letting something go and letting a cycle end. Rather than holding onto things, I see you releasing it. This could be pent up feelings, bottled up emotions, past situations, past relationships, etc. But after you release what's holding you down, you're setting yourself free and allowing yourself to move forward and open up to better things.

Charms: I see a lot of self exploration here. You may be tapping into your emotions and allowing yourself to sort through things you've repressed. Friendship may be important to you this month. You're letting go of attachments and allowing yourself to be free of them. You're bringing yourself to a comfortable place and allowing yourself to venture into new things. The number 4 indicates your angels are with you, helping you prepare for what is to come but also encouraging you to ask for help.

Runes: Creativity is important this month. Connecting to others will be important this month, as well as connecting to the self. Meditation may be helpful this month. Have faith in yourself, your skills, and what you are capable of. Have the bravery to believe in yourself and move forward towards the goals you have.

Important Letters: A, T, W, N, Y, V, P, T, Z, W, Q, P, B

Important Numbers: 19, 3, 22, 1, 5, 19, 17, 8, 10

Shufflemancy Songs: I Never Wanted To Go by Willamette Stone | Tell Me You Love Me by Demi Lovato | Express by Christina Aguilera | Applause by Lady Gaga

***All Groups***

Thank you so much for your time! I really hope the reading resonated for you. Pile 1 and Pile 2 were also pretty similar with some themes. So if you chose one of those piles, please feel free to look at the other one. Thank you again, and I hope you have a lovely day and an incredible month ahead!

DISCLAIMER: This reading is a collective reading. It may not resonate, and if it doesn't that is okay. Take what does resonate and/or choose another pile. This reading is also for entertainment purposes. Any decision you make is your own decision. I am not responsible for any decision you make.

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