#luke bryan fic

[countrymusiclover]

Georgie Cooper

Texas Romance (Georgie Cooper, Young Sheldon) complete ✅

The Texas Tire Family (Georgie Cooper sequel) Complete ✅️

It’s About Time ( Georgie Cooper x reader)

On going ✴️

Gale Hawthorne

Victor's Daughter (Gale Hawthorne x reader. Hunger Games) complete ✅

Jaime Lannister

The Lion's Bride (Jaime Lannister x reader. Game of Thrones) complete ✅

Fire OF A Stark (Jaime x oc Stark/Targaryen) complete ✅️

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess ( Jaime x oc Taragaryn princess )

Luke Bryan

Everything Changed At 21 (Luke Bryan fic) on going ✴️

Jake Perry

His Other Admirer - Jake Perry x reader (Sweet Home Alabama 2002) complete ✅

Bellamy Blake

Kane and Griffin Blood (The 100 Bellamy Blake x oc) complete ✅

[honkshoo-zzz]

no one look at me

[cairamarie]

has anybody written a small town southern/cowboy/redneck marauders fic ??

[uc1wa]

oh god this song w this

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pulling out), alcohol, dick (being a slut), frats (?)

dick grayson had a questionable reputation on campus. playboy, daddy’s money, beer pong champ, finance bro, and the king of hookups and god does everybody he’s been with know. there’s a reason all of his previous partners shoot him 2am texts asking what he’s doing.

but tonight he has his eyes on you.

loud music blasts in the frat house that feels awfully tiny with the mass of half naked people who are standing and grinding inside of it, random strobe lights are placed in all corners and the theme of "save a horse, ride a cowboy" is obnoxiously obvious with random cowboy hats hanging on walls and flannels being worn by everyone.

you were dragged by your friends to attend this party, one of which you’d never attend, knowing the man-whore personality of the house you’re standing in right now.

you’re leaned against a counter, solo cup of jungle juice in your hand as you’re buzzed, but still aware enough to know you still don’t want to be here.

the only thing giving it away is your bored expression—because your shorts that are uncomfortably too short, the tied flannel, and cowboy hat on your head tell a different story.

people watching was fun at parties, the outfits, the who’s talking to who, and the who’s dragging who upstairs was entertaining to your tipsy self.

your eyes didn’t spot the ravennette who was familiar with everybody coming towards your way till he was beside you, his body heat radiating onto yours and his breath against your neck as he tries to talk to you.

and the appeal of the man wasn’t hard to understand. he’s wearing a white crop top that his abs are peaking out of, an open flannel and jean shorts that show his quads beautifully.

everyone thought the man was hot, but to be attracted to him was another thing.

"can’t tell if you look lost or don’t wanna be here anymore," the smell of liquor too apparent in his breath that touches your neck, making you slowly meet his blue eyes and obnoxious smirk.

you only raise a brow, scoffing and leaning into his ear now. "don’t wanna be here," you say, leaning back on the counter.

and if anybody knows dick, you know he gets what he wants, and tonight his eyes are on you and your pretty tits that are held up by a push-up bra that you obviously wore for him, he just knows it.

he leans over again, this time snaking an arm around your back and moving his fingers along the exposed skin. "c’mon, i gotta room upstairs that’s practically sound proof." and honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him. the man has money to spend, and maybe he did soundproof his single in his frat house, just because he can. or, maybe he says that so that you can scream and his brothers can fist bump him in the morning. who knows?

but your mind is a little hazy and your speech a little slurred and dick’s arm doesn’t feel awful around you, so you lean in again, this time with a grin playing on your lips. "what’s in it for me?"

dick’s eyebrow arched, his smirk upturned and his hand tightening around your back at the question.

"wanna find out?"

and a few more teasing words of banter were said, a shot thrown down both of your throats, and a few inappropriate gropes placed on your body before he had your hand in his, leading you up stairs shamelessly while smiling at his friends on the way.

dick’s door closes with a kick of his foot, not locking it because… why would he? he doesn’t care if somebody walks in on the two of you.

when he turns around and you’re sitting on the bed for him, he’s grateful you’re wearing skimpy clothes, less hassle and easier access. he can only smirk, asking himself how dumb you are, you obviously dressed like this for him.

the man walks over, kicking his shoes somewhere in the dark room and slipping his flannel off, his biceps seem bigger than they did in your finance class you had with him last semester. his hands are big, veiny and long and fuck they feel good when he cups your face, looking down at you and moving his knee to spread open your thighs.

his thumb moves to your bottom lip, pressing the soft skin until you open your lips all pretty for him, taking his thumb in your mouth and sucking.

"good girl," he says, the hand that’s not cupping your cheek going down to unbutton his jean shorts.

then, dick takes a step back, slipping his thumb from between your lips and moving to the other side of the bed, sitting down and looking at you expectantly. "c’mon, show me more of your pretty self," he leans back on the heel of his hands, his broad chest sticking out and his lap looking like the perfect seat right now.

and all you can do is nod with wide eyes and listen to the man who was slowly but surely talking his way into your pants.

his dark blue eyes watch as you rid yourself of the cowgirl boots you were wearing. he licks his lips when you take your flannel off, eyes darting down to your hands that fumble to take your shorts off. you stand there with your cowboy hat sitting on your head and dick chuckles, "you’re doing real good with the theme, y’know?" he slurs.

you roll your eyes, "not proud of it," you slur right back, stepping forward while placing your knees on either side of his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in.

"i’ll make you proud," dick says, his big hands resting on your hips, fingers playing underneath your thong that should just be considered a string at this point.

he leans forward, biting your bottom lip enough to make you whimper before he attacks your lips, forcing his tongue in and kissing you sloppily. saliva coating both your lips, threatening to spill out by how feverish his force is, his hand pushing you against his cock that’s already hard. and jesus you’re glad you wore the stringy panties you decided on because the feeling of him—even through the shorts he’s still wearing is painfully delicious.

you pull back, eyes half lidded and view not as straight as a sober persons, "gonna make me wait?" and maybe if you were sober the quickness of dick’s moves would seem normally paced, but he was quick to push you off of him to the side of his bed and throw his shorts to the side, followed by his boxers. all he’s wearing is a little white crop top and fuck he looks real good.

he’s toned and defined beautifully. not jacked like some guys are, letting it know that they’re juiced up. no, dick was the most naturally beautiful man to exist. (unfortunately, you weren’t the first to realize that… and definitely won’t be the last).

you lean back on your palms this time, watching him walk over to you painfully slow, his cock hardened all for you. "take a picture, it’ll last longer," he smirks, climbing on top of you while pushing you down and letting your legs wrap around his waist that feels so small in comparison to his broad shoulders. he takes your cowboy hat off, setting it to the side because that will definitely come back up.

you roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, arms wrapping around him and lips reconnecting again. the man is quick to arch your back off the bed, one finger sliding behind you to unclip your bra���which almost feels sickening how fast he was to do so—but your brain doesn’t let that register with the alcohol in your bloodstream.

dick remembers your words from earlier, gonna make me wait? and next thing you notice when you look down is your bra thrown on the ground and dick’s lips on your stomach, kissing down with hands on either side of you on the mattress until he’s sat at your pussy that’s embarrassingly wet for him.

"next party’s on thursday, you should come out," he starts while tugging your panties to the side with a curl of his index finger. "dress real pretty for me again."

and dick says that to every girl, sometimes giving a hint on what he wants them to wear, knowing once he hits, he will always quit and find the next person untouched by him.

"i’ll think about it," you say, broken into a whimper as his lips are quick to suck on your clit and his index and middle finger plunge into your wetness. if the music wasn’t booming from downstairs, maybe the sounds of your wetness would be more embarrassing, but dick just thought it was hot and your moans were real pretty.

and again, if you were sober, you’d probably arch a brow at the minimal time dick stayed down there, but you weren’t and were real hungry for him to fill you up.

"show me what the hype’s about," you say as he climbs up to you, one arm beside your head and one groping one of your breasts enough to illicit small whines from your throat. "i’ll see if you can handle it," he says cockily, voice dripping in ego as the hand that’s groping your breasts goes down to line his cock up with your hole.

in one quick motion he’s filling you up, your back arching off the bed and a loud pitched moan leaving your lips with eyes squeezed shut. dark blue eyes watch your face, cocky smirk not leaving his lips for a minute until he’s sucking on your neck. dick is shameless, he’s purposely leaving marks wherever he wants on your body, knowing he won’t let you do the same even if you tried.

the man above you is going to make sure you remember him fucking you, even if it’s just by you waking up with blotches on your neck and chest in the morning.

"too much?" he asks teasingly, showing no remorse with the deep groans he spills out with every time he fills you up. and dick is girthier than you thought he’d be, everytime he pushes into you feels like the first no matter how wet you are. it feels like he’s ripping you open with the hard and fast pace he’s maintaining.

an answer to his question is impossible, the only sounds are moans and whimpers, more so when his lips are on yours. your sounds mixed together are delicious to your ears and you pull him closer, sweaty body’s and breath tasting like liquor feels intoxicating.

he flips you both over with ease, his toned back resting on his mattress and pillow with you on top now. a loud groan escapes your lips, his full length filling you up but from another position was brutal at first. dick gave you a few more seconds to adjust before his big hands guided your hips up.

"you got it baby," his voice is low and full of desire, blue eyes taking over your frame that feels made for him. one hand comes off your skin to grab the cheesy cowboy hat and he motions for you to put it on with a shit eating grin.

coming to realization, you roll your eyes, "really?" you ask, rolling your eyes with a small laugh. but you put it on, and then fall back onto dick, riding him slowly and at an angle that makes him hit the spot deep inside of you repetitively. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you moan, your eyes closing and neck thrown back from the delicious feeling.

while dick is groaning, he can only smirk up at you, knowing he’s getting exactly what he wanted when he chose the theme for the party that night. "you look so fuckin’ good, riding me so good, yeah?" he’s verbally and physically fucking you at this point.

"takin’ this cock so good, baby," he groans, feeling himself twitching and turning you back over again, so he’s on top when he finishes.

in no time dick’s pulling out to spill his cum all over your lower abdomen, chuckling to himself as he pulls off of you and looking down. it’s his favorite view, flushed red cheeks, chest heaving up and down (making your breasts look even more delicious), and his cum painting your sweaty body.

if he was feeling more like an asshole, he’d ask to take a picture. but he knew you were a nice girl from one of his past semesters and decided not to be a total dick.

"you look good," he says it like it’s a reminder, like you’re already supposed to know—because why else would you be in dick grayson’s bed if you weren’t hot? and he walks away, going to the bathroom that’s connected to his room and returning with a wash cloth, cleaning you up with a laugh. "i’m leaving after this," you say, wiping your lips with the backside of your arm.

and dick let’s out an internal sigh of relief at that, he hates when girls are insistent on spending the night or staying for more of the party, latched to him. "fine by me, want me to get an uber?" he asks, throwing the rag to the side and sitting there for another second, looking at your fucked out state—the one he put you into.

you nod your head, sitting up in the bed, knowing if you stay with spread legs that dick will attempt a round two before the car he’s called you gets here. "wanna hand me my clothes?" you ask, not as slurred of words as before, the fucking sobering you up slightly.

"y’don’t wanna borrow a shirt?" because dick has a drawer full of old shirts from varying events on campus that he gives to his hookups, another reminder to everyone else that he’s the one who fucked you good tonight.

"fuck no," you roll your eyes, moving to get your clothes yourself and slipping them on as dick slips his boxers and shorts on, staring at you as you get dressed from the ledge of his bed.

the clothes weren’t as comfortable as what could’ve been a comfortable and baggy shirt, but you were trying to move as quick and invisible as possible out of the party and to the uber that just rang its arrival on dick’s phone. "it’s here," he says, standing up beside you and wrapping a hand around your waist. "sure you don’t wanna spend the night?"

"positive," the exact answer he knew he was going to get.

"this was fun," he says, leaning into you slightly. "you have my number, i’m always available," if it wasn’t dick, that sentence would’ve been cringey and gross, but his voice sounded too good right now and you nodded. "i’ll keep that in mind."

his hand moves to your cheek, tilting it to press a kiss to your face. "i’ll follow you out," which was code for you to leave and close the door behind you as dick freshens up.

and now you understand. dick knew how to fuck.

[puckinghischier]

Crowded

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary: reader gets nervous in the crowd, but luke is right there to help her out of it

notes: i’m once again throwing a luke fic out into the world. i saw this request in my inbox and immediately thought of the zach bryan concert the boys just went to. i would literally give anything to attend a concert with them. i just KNOW they’re great concert buddies. sorry it’s kinda short, i just didn’t know how to drag it out any longer. i hope you enjoy!! happy reading!! 🫶🏼

request: from my 400 follower celly - Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

[2.8k]

You had been looking forward to tonight for months. From the second Luke surprised you with the tickets for your birthday, you immediately started planning an outfit, making a playlist, and anticipating the trip.

When he told you his brothers and a few friends were tagging along, it only made you more excited, enjoying every moment you got to spend with your boyfriend’s brothers and their hockey friends.

After the concert, everyone was driving over to stay at the lake house for a few weeks, enjoying as much of the summer together as they can before pre-season training starts. You couldn’t wait to have a few weeks of fun on the water, but also wanted tonight to last as long as it could.

Your excitement grew even more when you found the perfect outfit for the occasion, even buying a matching light-up cowboy hat off of Etsy. You were especially excited for the chance to wear your boots again, not having many excuses to wear them in Jersey.

Luke had his hand planted firmly on the small of your back, making sure not to lose you as you weave through the crowd. You had bought Luke a new shirt for tonight, the orange t-shirt matching the burnt orange color of your dress.

He leads you over to the crowded merchandise stand, telling you to pick whatever you wanted. You struggled, loving every item tacked onto the display board. When you told him you couldn’t decided between a t-shirt and a hoodie, he bought you both before you could even open your mouth to protest, buying himself a hat and t-shirt as well.

“Luke, you just spent over $300 without even batting an eye,” you barked at him, crossing your arms to try and look menacing.

You know Luke could’ve afforded to buy you the entire stand and still not make a dent in his bank account, but you don’t like when he spends large amounts on you for no reason.

“Yeah, so?” he shrugs, taking your elbow and leading you away from the cloth covered table, slinging the clear bag of merchandise over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and huff at him, unfolding your arms and taking his hand, letting him lead you through the sea of bodies.

“’So?’”, you mimicked his response. “You didn’t have to buy half of the merch stand just because it took me more than three seconds to choose which shirt I wanted.”

He glances back at you over his shoulder. “The fact that you didn’t have your mind made up the second you saw the options means you clearly wanted both, so I bought you both.”

You reach over and pinch his side, mildly annoyed with how well he understands the way your brain works.

“Quit pinching me you little gremlin,” Luke hisses out, the nickname being one he uses when you’re being stubborn or annoying.

“Quit spending all of your money on me, you giraffe-man,” you fire back.

You can see his shoulder’s shake, your impromptu nickname for him amusing him.

He doesn’t respond right away, the two of you having made it to the entrance to your seats, walking up to the worker standing under the numbered sign.

The usher instructs you to show your tickets to one of the workers at the bottom of the set of stairs.

When you walk into the arena, you notice how large the space feels, the open floor and mostly empty seats creating the illusion of size.

Luke has to nudge you a bit, reminding you to keep walking, too in awe of the fact you’re actually here.

“Not so unhappy with me spending my money on you now, huh?” he leans down to whisper into your ear, making sure you can hear him over the roaring chatter.

You hit him lightly in the chest, a smirk on his face as the two of you walk down, showing your tickets to the usher once you reach the bottom of the stairs, a bright colored wristband with bold letters spelling out VIP FLOOR printed on each one.

You make your way over to a small, sectioned off area near the main stage, seeing the rest of your group already waiting for the two of you.

Jack is the first one to notice you approaching, his eyes lighting up and arms being slung into the air.

“It’s about time! We were starting to worry the two of you got lost!” he calls out, causing the rest of the group to turn their heads and call out greetings.

You smile, having missed those in the group that didn’t live in New Jersey.

Walking over to Quinn first, you give him a long hug, the last time you saw him being when he played his brothers in Jersey months ago. The frequent facetime calls the two of you share not being enough to scratch your Quinn itch.

“Quinnifer! I missed you!” you squeal as you squeeze him as tight as you can.

You can feel his chuckle as he squeezes you back. “I missed you too, Munchkin” he leans back, ruffling your hair.

Although you see Jack nearly every day back home in Jersey, Quinn is the brother you’re closest to. You and Jack are literally two peas in a pod, but there’s something about Quinn that made you feel comfortable with him from the moment Luke introduced the two of you.

He’s like the big brother you never had, always calling him when you need advice or need to complain to someone about Luke.

Anytime you have a particularly nasty argument with Luke, Quinn is the one you call. He always allows you say whatever you need to get out of your system before breaking the problem down and agreeing that his brother is an idiot, but that he also loves you with everything he has in him.

At first you tried to go to Jack with problems surrounding your relationship with Luke, but he clearly didn’t know how to help you. He either told Luke about your conversations, causing the argument to grow worse because Luke claimed Jack had no business knowing about what’s happening in your relationship, or he would shrug his shoulders and say “just don’t yell at him when I’m trying to sleep. I need my beauty rest.”

You swat Quinn’s hand away, trying to smooth down your now tousled hair.

“I see you dressed the goon, tonight,” he points out Luke’s orange shirt.

You turn your head to see him talking with Cole.

“Believe it or not, it was his idea,” you think back to after you bought your dress, trying it on for Luke once you came home from shopping with your girls. He loved the way you looked in it, his eyes widening the second you emerged from your walk-in closet.

He swallowed thickly, his gravelly voice choking out a “Did they happen to have a matching shirt? Because if you’re wearing that, I’m going to need something to match so everyone knows you’re there with me, not up for grabs.”

You blush at the memory, looking back over to Quinn.

“I always knew he was whipped, but damn you’ve got him down bad, huh?” he shakes his head, smiling in amusement.

“Wrapped around my little finger,” you hold up your pinky, wiggling it at Quinn with a giggle.

You feel a pair of arms snake their way around your waist, a heavy object resting itself on top of your head.

“What’s wrapped around your little finger?” Luke asks, his chin bumping against your scalp as he talks.

“You, duh,” you reply, moving your head forward and craning your neck to look up at him.

He looks between you and his older brother before uttering out a “Oh one hundred percent. Couldn’t unravel myself if I even wanted to,” he lets go of you, stepping up to stand beside you.

Quinn just laughs, bringing Luke in for a hug.

After you make your way around to greet everyone, the lights are dimming and the atmosphere inside of the arena changes.

You love the hum of excitement in the air, finding Luke and standing in front of him. You hear the first notes of Overtime as Zach Bryan comes onto the stage, screaming as loud as you possibly can.

Luke has a content, amused smile on his face as you scream out the lyrics, jumping and dancing around as the beat allows.

As the concert goes on, you make the switch from dancing with Luke to dancing with Jack, attempt to get on Quinn’s shoulders to get Zach’s attention, and slinging your arm over Cole’s shoulder to sway back and forth with him during one of the slower songs.

When it comes time for Zach to sing Revival, your favorite song of his, you beg Luke to leave your secluded area to get closer to the stage, wanting to experience being in the crowd for this one particular song.

He looks at you apprehensively, eyeing the large sea of people on top of one another, barely any room between the bodies pressed together. He worries about losing you in the crowd, your small frame allowing you to get swept away easily.

You tug on his arm like a little kid, repeating “please, please, please,” over and over again, assuring him you’ll be fine.

Luke eventually gives in, letting his brothers know where you two are going, claiming you’ll meet back up with them after the concert.

Grabbing your hand, Luke leads you off of the small platform and into the crowd, pushing his way as far up to the front as his large body will allow him.

You stop just a row or two of people away from the stage where Zach had just climbed onto, adjusting his guitar and microphone before starting the song.

As the song rang out around you, you sang along to every word, joining the rowdy crowd as the chorus starts.

You start to jump around in the small space you have, enjoying every second, until Zach walks his way over to the small portion of stage in front of where you stand.

As soon as his figure stands over the crowd around you, bodies start pushing against one another, everyone trying to get as close to him as they can. You feel yourself being shifted towards the metal barricade, not being able to fight against the rush of people.

You start panicking, whipping your head from side to side to find Luke. All you can see around you are strangers, not being able to move your body to look behind you. You have absolutely no control over your own body anymore, being stuck in-between a girl slightly taller than you and a man that has at least a hundred pounds on you.

Squeaking out a “excuse me,” and “can you let me out please?” you try to make your exit from the suffocating situation. Your eyes turn frantic when you realize that no one can hear you or cares to hear you. Your breath picks up, heart pounding in your chest.

You can feel the tears pricking in your eyes, not being able to regulate your breathing anymore, gasping hot air into your lungs as fast as you can.

You’re about to let out a scream, begging someone to pay attention to you and let you out of the mess you’re in, when you feel a familiar hand slip its way into yours.

Whipping your head around, you catch a glimpse of curly hair behind you, not realizing that the body pressed against your back has been Luke this entire time. You figured you had lost him when you were surged forward, unable to see him anywhere around you.

Your breath starts to slow slightly, knowing you’re not alone in this crowd easing some of your nerves. The feeling of your heart pounding is still present, not wanting to be in this situation one second longer.

Luke attempts to tug your body back towards him, but the impenetrable wall of people around you prevents him from doing so.

You manage to wiggle your way in a circle somehow, now facing Luke.

He takes one look at your frightened face and knows he has to get you out of here, now.

Pulling you towards him, he cages you in with is arms, your cheek pressed to his chest. He starts walking backwards, his hockey roots coming in handy as he all but body checks people out of his way. The two of you finally make it to the back of the large crowd, Luke not letting go of you until you were back over in your original section.

Quinn was watching the whole thing from the small platform he was stood on, about to walk over and fish you out himself before he noticed Luke’s head slowly moving backwards, away from the stage.

He can see you’re still shaken, walking over to meet the two of you at the top of the ramp.

“Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Quinn asks, concerned about how frightened even Luke’s face looks right now.

“No, she’s fine. Just shaken up, I think. She got trapped between a random girl and some dude at least triple her size,” he tells Quinn, running his hand down your hair in soothing motions. Your hands were still clutching his t-shirt, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

Quinn stares at your trembling figure the whole time, knowing you don’t want to leave Luke’s embrace but wishing he could do something to help you.

“Let’s get her out of here and to the car, yeah?” Quinn suggests, picking up yours and Luke’s bag of merchandise off of the floor of the platform.

Luke just nods, leading you back down the ramp.

Quinn steps over and let’s everyone know to just meet them in the parking garage before following yours and Luke’s intertwined bodies towards the nearest exist.

Luke manages to get you up the stairs and out into the outer ring of the arena without letting you go. Both pairs of your feet moving in tandem, not once risking tripping over one another.

He leads you out of the doors and into the cool night air.

You finally allow yourself to leave his embrace, instantly feeling better in the openness of the outdoors. Never letting go of his hand, you continue to let him lead you to the large garage.

Luke’s BMW sits right where he parked it, the loud beep echoing in the dark garage as he unlocks it.

He opens the passenger door, lifting you slightly to sit you down on the leather seat. His hands come up to your cheeks, his thumbs wiping the stray hairs that were sticking to the damp skin under your eyes.

“All good now?” he asks you, the frantic look of your eyes now gone.

You nod, looking into his concerned eyes. “M’alright. Just got scared. Too many people,” you mumble out, leaning into Luke’s palm slightly. “Sorry I made us go out there. Just wanted to have fun.”

Luke leans his forehead against yours, shaking it back and forth slightly. “No, it’s not your fault. Just bad timing is all,” he assures you, knowing how upset you’re going to be when you realized you missed most of the last song.

He pulls his head back, standing back to his full height outside of the SUV.

You notice Quinn standing a few feet away, letting you and Luke have your space.

Frowning, you call out to the eldest Hughes. “You didn’t have to leave early too, Quinny.”

Quinn looks over when he hears you address him, walking closer to the vehicle.

“Ehh, show was almost over anyways,” he waves you off. “Had to make sure my favorite little munchkin was okay,” he shrugs, telling you its no big deal.

You smile at him, thankful you not only have your boyfriend to look out for you, but Quinn as well.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Both of you,” you look between the two brothers, only ever seeing how alike they look when they’re standing in front of you.

They both tell you it’s not necessary, the main priority being that you’re safe and sound outside of the arena.

“Fine, I guess that means neither of you want to stop for post-concert pancakes on the way to the lake, then?” you tease, watching both of their heads snap up. All three brothers’ secret love of sweets is something you use to your advantage, only ever having to mention how good ice creams sounds before Luke and Jack are ushering you out of the door and driving you to the nearest ice-cream shop.

“Well, I guess if you really just feel the need to do something nice for us…” Quinn trails off, making a smile break out on your face, unable to hide the laugh at the sudden switch up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you continue to laugh at the pair, Luke leaning in to buckle your seatbelt for you as Quinn climbs in the backseat, sending a quick text to the rest of your group, telling them if they want to join in on the pancake outing, they need to be making their way out of the arena, and fast.

[lieutenantfloyd]

Top Gun: Maverick Fic Recs

Hey y'all! Here are 21 of my favorite TGM fanfics of all genres and ships, listed in no particular order.

Some of these fics are 18+ so read at your own risk. None of these works are mine and all credit goes to the amazing authors! <3

X READER

Safe Zone by @sunlightmurdock — (Series // Rooster and Hangman x reader)

A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Hold My Hand by @labyrinth-runner — (Series // Cyclone x Reader)

Jag! Reader is assigned to defend a pilot, finding the job to be more complicated than she thought.

Rooster’s Flight or a Manual for the Marooned by DontLetThemTakeYouAlive (Series // Rooster x Reader/OC)

"Rooster's Flight: A Manual for the Marooned" follows Madeline, a pastry chef escaping scandal in Amsterdam, and Bradley, a lost naval aviator stationed in Japan. Fate brings them to sunny San Diego, where their friendship blossoms amid career challenges and a clashing of characters. Madeline's culinary journey intertwines with Bradley's self-discovery, navigating love and loss.

Resilience, self-discovery, and the unpredictable paths of career and matters of the heart shape their narrative in this tale of second chances and unlikely connections.

Fine Piece by @dragon-kazansky (Series // Cyclone x Reader)

You have it bad for Vice Admiral Simpson. But to prove you’re fit for the job; you need to put that aside and focus on the flying.

Someone Special by @fanboygarcia (Oneshot // Cyclone x Reader)

What happens when the Dagger Squad catches on to the fact that known grump turned lovesick fool Admiral Simpson has someone special in his life?

Invisible String by @halfway-happyyy (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

the one where rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable. as always, soft feelings ensue! 

Do you wanna make somethin’ of it by @theharddeck (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

@bullet-prooflove's entire TGM masterlist

Everything she writes is outstanding, but the Beau x Ally fics (The First Time Series, The General Series, Deployment!Series, and Syria!Series) are something I think about literally everyday.

i don’t know, blame the air force? by @gretagerwigsmuse (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

in which lieutenant commander bradshaw feels his girlfriend’s wrath after she gets her year end bonus and uncle sam takes a pretty penny out of it

There Are Rules by @tongue-like-a-razor (Series // Maverick x Reader)

Your risky flying seriously pisses off your instructor at Top Gun and you're about to find out why.

Through the Hourglass by @bratshaws (Series // Rooster x OC)

Rooster x Plus Size OC!

Happy Birthday, Mr. President by @rhettabbotts (Oneshot // Bob x Reader)

after a hard week, the last thing bob wanted to do was attend his birthday party. so instead, he plays out one of his biggest fantasies with you.

Whoever's in Lemoore by @cherrycola27 (Oneshot // Bob x Reader)

A fic based on the Reba McEntire song "Whoever's in New England"

Angels Don't Always Have Wings by @bradshawssugarbaby (Series // Rooster x Reader)

a series of oneshots revolving around baseball player!Bradley Bradshaw x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Do I? by @bradshawssugarbaby (Oneshot // Cyclone x Reader)

Inspired by Do I? by Luke Bryan. (this fic was so good I had to go take a walk after reading it for the first time)

Road to Perdition by @sailor-aviator (Series // Hangman x Reader)

The Great Depression wasn't called a depression for nothing. Jobs were scarce, and the price of food and other necessities were rising higher and higher with each passing day. What little money you were able to make went straight to the bank and out of reach from your booze-swilling lech of a brother. It's on one such run that you come face to face with members of the infamous Dagger Gang; a group of, admittedly handsome, men who steal from the banks to hand it back out to the poor. You want nothing to do with them, but that blond-headed devil might just have something to say to the contrary. (1930s!Mobster!AU)

His Best Friend's Wedding by @ereardon (Series // Rooster x Reader)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

OTHER SHIPS

Mistaken Identity by @ladylanera — (TGM x Mission: Impossible crossover)

What should be a joyous homecoming quickly unravels after it's discovered a nefarious, unknown group has put a hit out on Captain Mitchell, mistaking the Navy captain for being a covert IMF operative by the name of Ethan Hunt who has an uncanny likeness to the captain for some reason. Enter a twisty web of lies that threaten the very existence of the family as we know it.

**Fic contains spoilers for Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning Part One**

Flower Power by ReformedTsundere — (Icemav)

Flowers, Pete reminds himself, slamming the last of the books closed, are the worst.

New Chat Created: North Island Daggers by Comin2U — (gen fic)

Harvard: why Whatsapp and not just a basic text message? Hangman: because one of us has an android and ruins the ability to message with just internet. Coyote: Screw you too hangman. ________________________________ In which 12 daggers, the best of the best of naval aviators, are all a bunch of kids and thrown in a group chat.

come fly with me (let's fly, let's fly away) by GatheringBlue — (TGM x 9-1-1 Crossover)

It's a common misconception that Buck trained to be a Navy SEAL. For as long as he could remember, flying had been his dream. Most little kids wanted to be a firefighter or an astronaut, but Buck had always wanted to be a pilot. He wanted to fly far, far away from home, where his parents’ comments that might as well have been slaps for how badly they stung couldn’t get to him. Flying was his way out. His escape. If he was thousands of feet up in the sky, way up with the clouds, then his parents couldn’t touch him. No one could. When Buck got pulled from the reserves just after the lawsuit, it seemed like perfect timing. There was nothing left for him in LA. Not anymore. So, it looked like Buck was heading back to Top Gun.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

dancing in the dark | Jack Hughes x Reader

Inspired by the song dancing in the dark by rhianna

~ memories ~

Summary: jhughes and y/n spend time together at the Michigan home when the rain cuts the power out.

Warnings: language, rain, power outages, drunk, strictly only kisses!

a/n: I met this guy, he def doesn’t like me, but I’m so delulu to the point I think I can change his mind.

💬: smut/nico of Luca Fantilli fic? Maybe an F1 blurb?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :��ﾟ. ───

Jacks shoulder has finally healed. I’ve been having to take care of him for the last week. Quinn and Luke have been out at concerts and Jack and I have been tagging along- but from a walking distance.

The two have been running around like little toddlers, often Jack has chosen to sit around or walk behind them and admire the fun.

The brothers had attended the Zach Bryan concert a few nights ago but I chose to stay home. I love ZB, but hearing people scream at 12:30 am, isn’t my thing.

Rain storms are common in Michigan, and since summer is finally here rain is expected. With my extra free time taht isn’t taken up from jack’s shoulder I have been cleaning.

Deep cleaning is my new favorite hobby. My room is spotless, and Jack’s room is de-cluttered. I’ve known the Hughes since Quinn and I were seven. I’m four days older than Quinn. I use rank everytime the brothers get in arguments, I use my wisdom of a few days to break up the fights they could get into.

~ memory pt.1 ~

About 15 years ago we were at the Toronto home during the summer. I flew up to Canada to spend time with the Hughes, I brought presents for them- being I missed Christmas and all of their birthdays. “Look at the water guns!” Luke screams at me. I drop the water guns and hug Luke.

Luke’s five year old body wraps around me and I find myself laughing. Quinn and I are matching at the age of nine, and Jack was around seven.

Jack picked up a big box that I filled with gift cards, a new mini stick, and a huge water blaster. He opened the box enough to see all of the prizes and he shuts it and sets it down. He hugs my shoulders as he towers over Luke’s body from under me.

Quinn takes me from behind, I remember feeling the warmth of the three boys. I’ve really known them forever, my mom is bestfriends with Ellen, so I’ve just naturally been born into the family.

I felt safe. Ensured and promised a warm, clean and welcoming home with the Hughes.

Quinn opens a box, it’s filled with cards and water guns, there are multiple water balloons. I purposely remember buying that bag full of balloons thinking in Quinn.

~ end of pt.1 ~

“Y/n! How you’ve been?” Jack walks into my room drunk. It’s summer I let him drink his body away.

“Nice beer belly.” I mock him as I get off of my bed and rub the tummy as if I were pregnant.

“Thanks, worked hard for it tonight.” He slurs out. “Jack let’s get you to bed okay?” Rain stars to put onto the house.

I have a balcony in my room. I immediately run over to the glass sliding door to close it. Rain gets in my face as I close the windows and the door in my room. “Nice rain.” Jack mocks me as he walks out of my room.

“Where’s the other two?” I yell out from the top of the stairs, Jack runs into the kitchen- he had ran down the stairs to stop talking to me.

“Jack!” I yell. I give up. So I close my door and run down the stairs. I see Jack in the fridge.

“You hungry? Where is Ellen?” I ask. “I dunno.” I responds. I hold his shoulders as I stand on my tip toes, in peering over his shoulders just enough to see what he’s looking for.

“Yummy in my tummy!” He chants, “Jack.” I massage his shoulders.

I strictly turn his head towards mine. He leans into my chest. He rests his head onto my collar bones as he mumbles a song.

“Come.” I motion his body. We walk to the stairs. I sit him in the first step and I run back to close the fridge and the pantry door he probably rummaged through.

I turn around to look for Jack and he’s disappeared. “Jack?” I look around for him. Lights go off. Thunder claps at me, lighting floods into the sky. “Jack?” I get more nervous.

~ memory pt.2 ~

We head for the hose, I fill up Luke’s nerf water gun and te water balloons. I take my shoes off to run freely around the backyard of the Hughes household. Jim is grilling on the deck outside. Ellen and my mom are talking in the kitchen inside watching us play. Quinn fills his gun up, and I take my gun I already filled from behind my back.

I shoot jack in the eye, Luke and I team up in the other two boys. Their backs facing us as they both re-fill their guns, Luke fires at them. Someone gets hurt.

Ugh.

“Hey!” I yell out over their arguments towards eachother. Quinn yells at them to listen to me. Jim looks over at us to make sure us says something smart and not stupid.

“It’s an accident! Luke and I took our chances, Jack if you’re going to get mad at Luke- you should get mad at me too. I told him to fire.”

And done. Problem solved.

~ end of pt.2 ~

I left my phone upstairs in my room. I don’t have a flashlight. “JACK!” I scream, I can’t see anything. It’s pitch black. I have no sense of human presence in the room. “Jack please, I’m scared.” I whisper as I walk silent towards the living room. I sit on the couch that faces away from the kitchen. The TV glimmers on. “What the fuck.” I whisper.

“Hey.” Jack taps my shoulder. I jump.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.” I yell at him. Jack laughs. “You wnat some?” He picks up a bottle of alcohol. “Where…” I start. I look over at the pantry I had closed.

The TV light shines and lights up the main floor of the home. Michigan storms terrify me.

The pantry door is open. The Hughes are rich, inside of the pantry full of snacks is a room full of liquor. “How were you so quiet?” I asked Jack.

“I dunno.” He takes his hand and places it onto my hip. He pulls me back to lay down with him. I ask him to dance. Drunk dancing is always the best. “Sure.” He gets up takes my hand and we slow dance to sound of rain.

“Do you have your phone?” I ask him. Jacks hair flips into my face as he looks down into his back pocket of his jeans. He takes it out and plays a random song.

Perfect.

He jump up and down. Side to side swaying, hips are shaking, Jack screams the songs out. He hugs me to stabilize himself. He smells of heavy cologne and beer.

We dance until his legs give out. “I’m tired” he says.

I help jack up the stairs as I hold onto the bottle of liquor he had taken. “Yeah, you’re definitely drunk.” I laugh. As we rest into my bed. “You can sleep in here for tonight okay?” Jack lays on my chest.

I would have gotten weirded out in how close we’ve gotten- especially because Jack and I have had something before, but my mom instincts had came out. I let him lay on me until he almost fell asleep.

I hold him onto of me so he doesn’t fall off my queen sized bed. I slide out under him, i take his shoes off and his hat off. I set them off into a bean bag I’ve had since we were kids. I’ve had this room for years, and I’ve kept it the same.

“I’m not drunk!” He giggles out again. His smile makes my stomach tingle. He keeps himself awake by talking to me.

We had a deep conversation, and he laughed out. “I’m not drunk y/n! We should check!” He laughs.

He holds my jawline. Connecting our lips together. He kisses me as if we were still in our relationship in 2017.

“I love you.” Jack laughs out after pulling away from our kiss.

Quinn walks into the house. “Y/n! Luke and i are home! Where is Jack his shoes aren’t down here!” Quinn yells out from downstairs.

[numberoneforddefender]

My Gravity Falls fics

Hey y'all, I just pumped out three fics in the last month and totally forgot Tumblr exists so here are the links to them if anyone's interested:

Karaoke Night: Essentially a longer cut of the scene in the Book of Bill where Bill gets Ford drunk and sings Disco Girl with him

The Consequences of Your Actions: An ongoing fic where Bill gets turned into a human and has to reconcile with the whole town (updates are... pretty much whenever I finish a chapter)

And finally, My Kinda Night: A kinda fluffy mostly angsty fic with a Fiddleford POV whose first chapter is inspired almost entirely by That's My Kind Of Night by Luke Bryan

Enjoy!

[yumiis]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 COUNTRY ISN'T BAD ; SCHLATT

　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; drabble

a/n; this is a female reader! also, look. i'm from the south, i like country music, let me fulfill my cute little fantasy. i thought this was absolutely ADORABLE. btw, this fic is inspired by a couple songs. crazy girl by eli young band, and do i by luke bryan.

read below!

Ever since Jay moved to Texas, he quickly realized most radio stations tend to play country. Whether that be modern country, 90's country, or 2000's country, it was almost all country music. Jay isn't normally the type to actively listen to that kind of stuff, so he skimmed past the channels trying to find anything else.

This morning, Jay left you in bed alone to go run some errands. You knew that he was leaving early the night before, so you kept sleeping when he left. When Jay got in the car, he was far too tired to bother flipping through channels to find music he liked. He left it on a 2000's country channel, much to his dismay.

About an hour into the road trip, some of these songs got him thinking. Specifically, about you. The lyrics weren't all about tractors and beer, the songs he heard were.. genuinely sweet. Talking about how they love their girlfriends and wives, and how beautiful they look with no makeup, or how they wish they knew how their girlfriend was when they weren't there.

It was a bit later in the day, around lunchtime, and Jay was still out running errands. He decided to call you. He pressed your contact, and after a couple rings, you picked up. "Hey, baby." He smiled as you answered.

"Hey! How's your day been without me, huh?" He sounded a bit cocky, which was usual.

"Oh, it's been fine. Gonna be honest, pretty lonely. There's no one here to make me the best sandwich ever for lunch." You sighed. He chuckled a bit, "Aw, poor thing. I'll be home soon, I'm about 30 minutes out," He paused, thinking. "Y'know I love you?"

You swallowed, "Well, yeah, I sure hope so. We do have a house together.. And pets." He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you soon, alright babe?" You smiled, "Okay, bye hon."

After you hung up the phone, he shoved his phone in his back pocket and made his way to his car to drive home to you. Of course, with more country music.

One specific song came on, apparently called 'Crazy Girl'. It really, really reminded Jay of you. The song went on about the girl being self conscious in the relationship, thinking the man would leave her. He goes on to comfort her and tell her she's wrong. Was he.. Was Jay crying? Over a country song? No way. He needed to get home.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long car ride, he finally made it home to you. His girl. He hopped out the car, locking it and making his way to the front door. "Baby! Sugar?" He smiled as he hung his keys on the hook by the door. You turned the corner, "Jay! You're in a really good mood," You smiled into his chest as you hugged him, "What's got you feeling so happy?"

"Country music." You scoffed, almost laughing. "No way, you? You listened to country music today?" He nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's all that was on the radio, sugar." You looked to the side, then back up at Jay. "Oookay.. Were you.. crying?" You noticed the red on his cheeks, and that his face was also a bit puffy.

"What? No! What a stupid assumption." He shrugged it off. You sighed, "You're telling me why you cried later, mister."

It was around 10pm now, both of you lying in bed together. "So, Jay?" He turned over, humming in response. "Why were you crying on the way home? Tell me or else." He sighed, "Okay, okay. I.. heard this stupid country song and it really reminded me of you. It was about this insecure girl," You paused him, "Woah, okay, rude." He shook his head, "No, stupid! Let me finish!"

He continued on about what the song was about, and you almost started crying. "Oh, Jay.. That's.. that's actually really sweet." He hugged you close to his warm chest, "I love you so much. You know that?" You nodded, burrowing into his neck. "Of course I do."

Jay softly hummed, then spoke, "Maybe country music isn't that bad."

[countrymusiclover]

My Klaus Mikaelson book is excluded from the list because I know it would get the most votes. Sorry, my readers

[fairyfairyfairy]

okay so i was just thinking about it and like… what music do the voltron paladins listen to?!?

so im only gonna do lance and keith rn because ive only sat and thought abt them. (may or may not have been writing a fic)

here we go!

KEITH

okay. so a lot of people say he listens to like the iconic emo artists- (mcr, yk the drill) but i honestly dont think he does?? i think keith would be the type of guy to really want to feel and hear all aspects of a song and listens to multiple genres, so heres a few artists i think hed like. (i also think hed like country music. reminds him of his dad. dont kill me)

The 1975

Chase Atlantic

Gorillaz

maybe The Crane Wives?

Jason Aldean

Luke Bryan

theres a few more im not thinking of rn but when (if) i do ill edit them on!

his favourite songs tho from them tho?! Sex - The 1975, Heaven and Back - Chase Atlantic, Night Train - Jason Aldean, And honourable mention that isnt on this list, Beautiful is Boring - BONES UK.

LANCE

okay so lance i think is definetly the guy to know all the words to all his artsist songs and find reasons to go on walks or drive places JUST so he can put on his headphones or blast it in the car. he definitely listens to a whole mess of stuff and doesnt really ‘not like’ any genre/artist. so, heres a few i think hed like!

Waterparks

Rihanna

Beabadoobee

Ayesha Erotica (yall know he would)

Paramore

The Wallows

Gus dapperton

i honestly have a lot more for him but again i think he could jam out to literally ANYTHING. these artists i put im realizing are all pretty similar genre wise but i thibk we would also LOVELOVELOVE 70s rock

his favourites from these guys — Prune, You talk funny - Gus Dapperton, Cologne - Beabadoobee, Rose-Coloured Boy - Paramore, Scrawny -Wallows.

anyways this post has gotten long, but hopefully i make sense! if you have any reasons why im wring, reasons why im right, or suggestions on what other stuff theyd like including the other paladins, let me know!!

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

Light it up

Based on the song Light it up - by Luke Bryan

Dbf Joel x Fem reader

Joel Miller x reader 18+ only !!

Summary - No outbreak AU!! I’ve read so many dad’s best friend Joel fics where he ends things, either permanently or temporarily. But what if the reader freaks out, worrying about her dad, worrying about never being able to openly love him and ends it. So this idea came to mind about Joel regretting saying something that leads to her ending things, then sitting by his phone, frantically pulling it out everytime it buzzes. Praying it’s her, telling him she misses him back, he basically becomes a mess.

Warnings! - no use of Y/N in this one, Angst with a happy ending, Joel being shit with feelings, reader also being terrible with feelings, sadness, breakups, hurt, eventual comfort, love confessions, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, smut with feelings, illusions to smut, reader described as female, huge age gap, sneaking around, readers 25 Joel is 45, jealousy, readers dads a softie, my terrible writing, Reader is a mechanic but she’s still feminine. The end is kinda sappy I’m sorry!

Word count - 5.5K (another long one sorry!)

Based on the song by Luke Bryan-

Light it up.

“I get so neurotic about it baby

‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone

I can’t help from going crazy

Thinking that you might not be all alone

I wake up, I check it, I shower and I check it

I feel the buzz in my truck

And I almost wreck it

I always got it on me

Just in case you want me

So, if you’re looking for my love

Then light it up”

It was a Friday night, you’re comfortably cuddled up in Joel’s arms, his hand mindlessly tracing patterns up and down your arm. You’re both sweaty, naked and catching your breath after an evening of amazing sex. Joel presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes humming in content.

“Any plans this weekend? Other than being in this bed with me?” Joel asks smirking, breaking the comfortably silence. “Yeah I have a night out with the girls tomorrow, it’s Maddie’s twenty fifth birthday. So we are going to that new club to celebrate” you reply. Joel noticeably stiffens, catching your attention, you turn your chin to look up at him, “You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I just worry when you’re out drinking, it’s not always safe, drinks get spiked and guys get handsy all the while you’re too drunk to handle yourself” he affirms. You frown, crease lines visible to him and he sighs sitting up. “I’m not saying I don’t trust you darlin’ I just know how things can get” he continues.

“Ok well come with me then, Maddie’s boyfriend is coming, and Kelly’s fiancé, so you wouldn’t be the only guy” you answered.

“You know I can’t sweetheart, we can’t be seen out together like that, people will talk and it will get back to your dad, this only works because it’s private between us” Joel replies regretting it the second he says it, because your face is already twisting, frown becoming deeper.

Then all of a sudden you get up and start searching for your clothes, pulling them on quickly, “Darlin’ hey don’t go, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t want you to leave” he begs, walking over and trying to wrap his arms around you, pushing him back gently he looks at you like a scolded puppy, “No Joel you’re right, we can’t be seen together, we can’t act like a couple! Hell we aren’t even a real couple are we?” You snapped. “Now I never said that darlin’ look calm down, we can talk this through” Joel begged.

“It’s true though Joel, we should have never started this, I feel like the worst person every time I leave the house, sprouting some lie to my dad, he doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve this! Us sneaking about, he’s been your best friend for over a decade Joel! And I’m 20 years younger than you! What were we thinking? I don’t know what we were thinking” you go off on this tangent and Joel’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it shatter, pain radiating through his chest. He clutches it with one hand, in an absolute panic his other still reaching for you.

“Come on sweetheart you don’t mean that, we will figure something out, just don’t go” Joel pleads. “I can’t I need to go I need to sort my head out, this” you motion between you both, “This shouldn’t have happened” you whisper, tears now escaping your eyes. “Baby please” Joel attempts to convince you one last time, before you grab your bag running down the stairs and out the front door.

Racing down the street as fast as you can to where you stashed your car, you jump in starting it quickly, throwing it into drive and racing out of the street. All the while Joel’s dropped to his bedroom floor, sobs wrecking through his body, ‘what has he done’ he thinks to himself, he loves you he realises right then, he’s in love with you and he never got to tell you.

Your not much better you walk into your house tears streaming down your face, the front door opening startles your dad. When he notices your state he approaches you carefully “What’s wrong Princess?” He asks. “Had a fight with a friend I just need some sleep” you state, wanting nothing more than to curl up under your covers, and let out all these emotions. “Alright kiddo, I’m here if you need anything” he replies voice sounding concerned. You nod bounding up the stairs and closing your door, you strip off into something more comfortable, your clothes smell of Joel and you can’t stand that right now, before falling into bed.

You dads stood at the bottom of the stairs still concerned and confused, he could hear your soft sobs from down here. You weren’t this upset the time you fell out with Maddie, this wasn’t some argument with a friend, It felt deeper than that. There has been something you’ve been keeping from him for a while now, sneaking out, small lies. But you’d seemed happier than he’s seen you in a long time, and so he left it be, now though he wasn’t too sure he’d made the right call.

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Joel hadn’t slept a wink, 6am and he was still churned up, eyes swollen from hours of crying. Rolling over he checks his phone ‘nothing’ no messages no missed calls. He sends you a text “Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx”

Then he pulls himself up with a groan heading for a shower, Sarah will be over in a couple of hours for her weekly breakfast daddy/ daughter date. Even now she’s in college in the city, she still comes home every Saturday morning for breakfast. It’s always a rush to get you up and out of his bed before she arrives, frantic kisses and giggles as he gets you out the door. It’s all “I’ll see you later baby” “Have a good day at work” “I’ll miss ya, but you have to go before she gets here”. Right now he wouldn’t care if she found you in his bed, that would be better than this.

Sighing he gets under the hot stream of water, washing his body off and hoping it washes away the puffy eyes and dark marks left from no sleep. Once he’s ready for the day he checks his phone again, still nothing he opens up his messages to you, and you’ve read his message this morning, but not responded. He feels his chest constrict, you’ve ignored him, is this really over? It can’t be he won’t let it be. So he messages you again “I miss you, please message me back xx”

He makes his way downstairs preparing breakfast for Sarah, mixing pancake batter in a bowl and cutting fresh fruit. He hopes seeing Sarah will take his mind off things for a little while.

The next street over you were getting ready for work, running late after sleeping in. It had taken you hours to fall asleep, eventually exhaustion had taken over and you’d dozed off. You checked your phone when you woke up reading Joel’s message, you needed to be strong though, you reminded yourself why you’re doing this. The reasoning behind the break up, this wasn’t fair on anyone, it couldn’t be fixed, so you ignored him. Turned off your phone and got ready for work, you have an early finish ready for your girls night out, you needed this night out.

Jumping in your car you shove your phone in the glove box, you’d worry about everything later, right now you needed to clear your mind. You arrive at work in record time leaving you two minutes to spare, your boss ‘Trev’ walks over wiping the grease off his hands, “Cutting it fine today kiddo” he playfully scalds, “Yeah sorry Trev, I had a bad night sleep, slept through my alarm” you apologise. He takes a step closer evaluating your face, your eyes were slightly puffy, voice slightly hoarse “You ok kid? You know we’re a family here? You can talk to me” he asks “Yeah I’m fine honest” you give a tight lipped smile.

“Ok well you’ve got two service's today and an exhaust change. Then your free to go party with your girls” he laughs doing a little jig as he talks. You huff a laugh, he’s a good guy Trev, 56 years old and known your dad his whole life, after you finished auto mechanics in collage, he’d given you an apprenticeship at his shop. Helping you become the mechanic you are today, it had always been what you’d wanted to do, hoping one day you’ll open your own restoration shop. But Trev was a good friend of your dads and he was glad to have you, his wife Hanna ran the reception and the books. Together they had taken you under their wing, and you were very grateful to them. Their son Calvin also worked as a mechanic at the shop, he was a few years older than you, but you’d known him in school. He was a nice guy too, the whole family were good people.

“You got it Trev, I’ll make a start then” you reply, making your way into the shop. You got through your work quickly, finishing by 3pm. Once home you showered scrubbing off the muck and grease from the day, before starting to get ready for your night out. Choosing a black dress which hit just above the knees, nude tights and a pair of small heeled black irregular choice shoes, they were your favourite, little cut out hearts and red roses up the sides.

The gave yourself some smokey eyes, red lips and curled your hair into soft waves. Spraying a large amount of your perfume on you gave yourself a once over, I don’t look half bad you thought all things considering. Checking your alarm clock it was 6pm maddie would be by any moment, her boyfriend driving so you girls can drink. You grab your clutch bag and head downstairs. “You look nice Princess, you looking forward to your night out?” Your dad asks.

“Yes! Lord knows I need it dad, it’s been quite the week” you admit. A horn beeps outside “That’s my ride dad, don’t wait up ok?” “Alright be safe kiddo” he calls out as you walk out the door.

You throw yourself at Maddie squeezing her in a huge hug, “Happy birthday babe” you laughed. “Thanks! You excited?” She replies. “Yeah it should be good! I need a good drink that’s for sure!” You stressed. “Oh no! Tell me everything!” Maddie urged. “I will don’t worry” you reply. Checking your clutch you realise you’ve left your phone in your glove box, where it’s been sat all day. “Oh shit! I’ve left my phone in my car! One second” you gasp running to your car quickly fishing out your phone, and shoving it in your bag. Jogging back you leap into Maddie and Shane’s car, you were so ready for this night!

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Meanwhile Joel was going out of his mind, he’d sent you four messages today. One you’d read the other three you hadn’t even opened. He stared at his phone, your conversation stream up ….

“Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx” ~ read

“I miss you, please message me back xx” ~Delivered

“It’s 2pm sweetheart and I haven’t heard from you, can you just let me know your ok? Please darlin xx” ~Delivered

“Have a nice time out tonight darlin, maybe we can talk tomorrow? I can come get you, take you out for lunch?xx” ~Delivered

Why haven’t you read them, let alone reply, it was driving him crazy. Maybe he just needed to give you some space until tomorrow, hopefully by then you’d calmed down, and you could talk about this. He sits down on the sofa placing his head in his hands, this was killing him. He needed to tell you how he feels, tell you he loves you and you two can work through this. ‘What a mess’ he groans.

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You were already on your third drink, knocking them back like they were water. “Woah girl! Slow down, we have all night. Come on tell me what’s happened?” Maddie asks her voice raising a few octaves over the loud music. “Come on Mads it’s your big night, let’s not talk about this today, what did Shane get you for your birthday?” You ask trying to change the topic. “No no don’t change the subject on me babe, I’m your best friend that won’t work, spill!” She demands. “Joel and I broke up” you muttered, you tried to sound unbothered but deep down you knew you were bottling it up, pushing it down, trying to not deal with it. Maddie gasps “What! My god, I really thought you two would make it” she admits. “Yeah well reality of the situation hit, and I realised it couldn’t work, we are lying to my dad. I mean Joel’s his best friend Mads, this whole thing was wrong” you explain. Maddie was the only person you’d told about Joel, you knew you could trust her to keep it to herself, and you needed someone to tell. You needed someone to know so Joel didn’t feel like a dirty little secret.

“I just can’t believe it, you’ve been together over six months at this point hunni, I thought you’d tell your dad and be settled down within the next year” Maddie claimed. “Really!” You gasp ‘tell your dad?? Is her head screwed on’ you think.

“Well yeah you clearly love him, and your dad is a good guy, I think he’d grow to respect your choice. He knows Joel’s a great guy” Maggie shrugs. Your left astounded, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, ‘Love him?’ Do you love him? Yeah you do, but this can’t happen any longer, your dad wouldn’t just be ok with this. Joel has been in your life since you were 14, he’d watched you with Sarah when your dad had to run into work. His own daughter was only five years younger than you!

“I need another drink, you want another?” You ask Maddie. She gives an exasperated sigh “No I’m good” she replies holding up her half full drink, you nod and make your way over to the bar.

Whilst waiting at the bar a guy scoots in next to you, sparing glances in your direction. “Can I buy you that drink?” He asks, you look up at him and he’s not bad looking, dark blonde hair and blue eyes. But you find fault in the fact it’s not the big brown puppy dog eyes your used too, he doesn’t have all that patchy scruff you like to run your rands through, in short he’s not Joel. “No thanks” you reply, looking forward again, “Suit yourself” the guy says before walking off, you find yourself relieved he does, he doesn’t push it and your grateful of that. Walking back to your table drink in hand Kelly pulls you along to the dance floor “Come on dance with me!!” She pleads “Ok ok” you laugh, finally letting loose and having some fun.

Joel startles awake from a knock at the front door, when had he fallen asleep? He checks his phone again ‘no notifications’ he exhales 9:30pm, who would be at his door this late. Getting up he opens the door to find your dad standing on his porch “Hey Ray, what you doing here at this time?” Joel mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “Sorry Joel, did I wake you? My kitchen extraction fan is making an awful noise, I can’t sleep with it squeaking like that, and my screwdriver head is too big, I thought you may have one that fits?” You dad explains. “Yeah I’ll grab my tool box, n’ I’ll come over and fix it I ain’t got nothin else to do” Joel replies.

Back at your house Joel has the extraction fan in bits, as your dad hands him a beer, “Thanks for this man, you didn’t have to come though I could have fixed it” you dad mused. Joel raises his eyebrows giving your dad the ‘really’ look. “Yeah yeah alright, maybe not” he laughs. “How’s Sarah doing at college?” “Yeah good, she came for breakfast this morning, she’s excited about a project she has coming up. It’s good to see her so passionate.” Joel gushed, he always lights up when talking about his daughter, Sarah is his world. “She’s all grown up, you must be super proud of her man” you dad replies sipping on his beer. “Yeah I still have a hard time accepting that she’s 20 now, grown up, moved out and living on her own two feet!” Joel replies.

“Well maybe it’s time you move on with your life huh, maybe start dating? There’s some nice single women in our neighbourhood.” You dad asks, genuinely looking out for his friend. “Not interested, trust me I have enough goin’ on in my life, Tommy is still a full time job on his own, and the companies busy, lots of contracts comin’ in and I have Sarah.” Joel admits “Plus maybe you should take your own advice and find someone, your not getting any younger” Joel’s jests laughing at your dads unimpressed face. “Hey your only six years younger than me! If I’m old your old too!” Your dad smirks. Joel then holds his hands up in mock surrender, before placing the cover back onto the extractor fan. “There all fixed, no more squeaking” Joel confirms. “Thanks man, I owe you one”.

On the way home Joel’s phone buzzes in his pocket, he almost wrecks his truck swerving to the side while frantically trying to get the device out of his pants. Only to be bitterly disappointed, it was from Tommy.

“Hey big bro, I need to call in tomorrow and grab a pair of your hiking boots, I have a date! :)”

“Jesus” Joel groans, he’s loosing it big time.

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You wake up late morning a little hungover but not feeling too bad, nothing got too crazy last night and after drink number 4 Maddie cut you off. She claimed it was her birthday and she wanted everyone conscious to enjoy the dancing. It was the right move, as your emotions were too all over the place and you may have done something stupid.

You turn on your phone for the first time in 24 hours, when suddenly all the notifications start pinging through. Four messages from Joel, you open the chat up and read the first few. Tears well up in your eyes, you miss him too so much, this is the longest you’d gone without talking to him in six months.

Your pulled away from the messages by a loud banging at your door, you pad your way down the stairs opening the door, confused as it was Calvin “Thank god your your in! I’ve messed up big time, the Chevy truck we had in is being picked up first thing tomorrow and I’ve cut through the cam belt, which has lead to the water pump breaking and I can’t get it done by myself! And I can’t tell dad he will kill me. He told me to be careful like 8 times and I brushed him off” Calvin babbles out so fast you struggled to keep up.

“Woah ok ok, come in” you close the door behind him. “Give me five minutes to get decent and I’ll come help, the kitchen is through there” you point “Make us coffee we are gonna need it” you reply. You quickly throw some scruffy clothes on that you usually decorate or dye your hair in, as your work overalls are in the wash. Then bound down the stairs, Calvin is ready with two cups of coffee in your reusable take out mugs. “Perfect, come on let go fix this” you propose. “Thank you so much for this! I owe you big time!” Calvin replies. “It’s no bother I didn’t have anything else planned for today” you write your dad a quick note explaining what has happened and where you’ll be, before walking out your door and locking up. “We can go in my car I’ll drop you back after?” Calvin asks. “Sure” you reply.

Little did you know Joel was watching from afar, his heart breaking all over again. Thinking the guy had stayed over after your night out, he couldn’t believe it, how could you move on so fast? Here he was completely in love with you, and you were already sleeping with another guy. He checks his phone again, still no messages from you, but you’d read all his still ignoring him. This was it he’d lost you, all because he couldn’t just man up and tell the people who cared about you both that you were together.

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You had helped Calvin fix the car in record time, you serviced it too, making sure it was good to go tomorrow. “Please be careful from now on Cal, I don’t like to hide things from your dad, he’s been good to me.” You explain. “No I’ll tell him, now it’s fixed and he won’t panic, he will be calmer. I won’t hide it from him.” He responds. “Thank you Cal, I appreciate that”. Checking your phone it was 5pm, you had no new messages from Joel, but you read his last one, he was going to come get you for lunch? You weren’t even there, we must be worried sick by now, you haven’t replied once. The weekend has just kinda swept away from you. “Hey Cal can you drop me off at another address please? I need to pop in on a friend” you ask. “Yeah of course” Calvin replies.

Pulling up outside Joel’s you thank Calvin before exiting his car and waving him off, taking a deep breath you knock on the door. After a few moments you hear footsteps approaching, the door opens and a very tired looking Joel is standing there, gosh he looks awful, puffy eyes, dark bags under his eyes and his curls messy, sticking up in every direction. “Hi Joel” you speak, but it comes out as more of a sob. Your eyes start leaking, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so sad, and it’s your fault. “Hey, shouldn’t you be with your new boyfriend? Or was it a one night thing” he sneers. “Joel what are you talking about?” You ask genuinely confused as to why he thinks this.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps, voice raised.

You recoil slightly, he had never shouted at you before, he’s obviously upset and you don’t understand at all.

“Joel I really don’t know what your going on about.” You reply bottom lip quivering, all you want to do is hold him right now.

“I saw you today, about 11:30am, leaving your house with some guy, coffee in your hands so he obviously stayed over, I’m guessing you really did have fun last night huh” he scoffed.

You visibly relax, realising his mistake. He’d seen Calvin this morning. “Ok Joel I need you to listen to me, I have not slept with anyone else. That guy this morning was Calvin as in my bosses son Calvin” you explain, Joel frowns now he’s the confused one.

“He came over just 10 minutes before we left, he’d fucked up with a truck at work, managed to slice the cambelt and break the water pump, the owner is coming for it first thing tomorrow and he was panicking asking for my help. I told him to make coffee while I went and changed, I couldn’t wear my overalls as they are in the wash ready for Tuesday. Look at my top Joel I'm covered in motor oil, I was just helping a friend.” He examines you seeing you are right, you’re covered in oil and grease, black stains all over your sweats and T-shirt. Even a smear down your left cheek, he cups it trying to gently rub the mark away. You lean into his touch “I’ve missed you” he whispers “I’ve missed you too Joel, so much” he forces you into his arms then, and closes his front door. Cupping your face he pulls you in for a deep kiss conveying all his feelings into it, only breaking apart when the need for oxygen becomes too much.

“I love you sweetheart” Joel confesses, your eyes snap to his in shock, but all you see is complete sincerity. “I love you too” you whisper, a large grin appears on his face and his lips meet yours once more, this time it’s more passionate, tongue meeting yours it’s hungry and all consuming. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you flush against him before sliding down to grab your thighs “jump” he instructs, and you do. Joel carries you up to his bedroom, lips never leaving yours until he throws you onto his bed.

“Joel my clothes are filthy!” You whine.

“You won’t be in them long” he teased.

He pulls you to the end of the bed by your legs, then proceeds to pull your sweatpants and underwear off in one swoop. You sit up and pull your T-shirt over your head and impatiently pull at his, signalling for him to do the same. Joel smirks at you “Someone’s eager” he laughs “I’ve missed you” you state, he notices the sad look that briefly crosses your face. “Hey baby girl look at me, I’m here, I’m not going nowhere. We are in this together now, and I’m not giving you up, Not ever” Joel conveyed.

Relief floods your body and you pull him down on top of you, mouth finding his again. Using your feet you push his sweatpants down and off, lifting your hips you grind against him, smearing your wetness against his hard cock. “Need you Joel” you whimper, “Ok darlin” he begins kissing you down your jaw gently sucking on your pulse point. One of his hands moves down your stomach to your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing your clit, you throw your head back letting out a loud moan. It felt so good to finally have him back like this but you needed more, “Joel I need you inside me now please” you whine “Ok I got you” he breathed, removing his hand from you he takes himself and lines up with your entrance, before pushing in lips finding yours once more.

Giving you a minute to adjust he takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours, resting them beside your head, you give your hips a roll signalling for him to move. Joel starts thrusting slow and deep “Fuck you feel so good baby girl” he groans, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. He Takes in your scent, how soft your skin feels and ingrains it into his memory. He never wants to miss this again, never wants to be apart from you again. He brings his brown eyes to meet yours, they are so full of love and devotion, sweat starts beading on his forehead and his hips begin to pick up speed. “Tell me again sweetheart please” he begs, and you know exactly what he needs to hear “I love you Joel, fuck I love you soo much” you confess, “Shit I love you baby” he moans.

“I’m so close” you whine, Joel brings his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing tight circles, “Let go for me darlin’, fuck come for me baby I’m right behind you” Joel groans. Your pussy clenches the familiar feeling coursing through you, blinding hot pleasure as you come. You arch your back, throwing your head back as you chant his name over and over, “Shit” he whimpers stilling above you, cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours while you both come down from your highs. Stroking your hair away from your sweaty forehead, you whimper when he pulls out, already missing the contact “I know baby I know, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”, you nod half dazed.

Later, while snuggled up in bed together Joel shifts his weight onto his side facing you. “We need to tell him sweetheart, your dad, we need to tell him, and damn the consequences” he sighed, running his thumb gently down the swell of your cheek.

“Yeah I know, I’ve been thinking that too, tomorrow?” You ask. “Yeah ok baby girl, tomorrow it is” Joel kissed the crown of your head pulling you into his chest, ‘I damn hope this goes ok’ he ponders, but he can’t imagine that it will.

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Your currently sat outside your house in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, your nerves are shot, leg bouncing up and down. Joel bless him is watching you not knowing what to say, taking your hand off your bouncing knee he places a kiss to the palm. “We have to go in at some point darlin’, we’ve been sat here fifteen minutes. He is going to notice my truck soon” Joel reasoned.

“Yeah yeah, I know I just can’t bring myself to move” you begin biting your nails now, Joel pulls your hand away from the assault with a sigh, before opening his door and leaving the truck. Ten seconds later your door opens “Come on baby let’s go” he motions, generally coaxing you out of the truck. “Fine but if he throws me out, I’ll have nowhere to go but yours Joel, you’ll be stuck with me forever” you quip, “Sweetheart I’d love nothing more” he confesses. “Your gaze hastily finds his “Really?” You breathe, “Really, come on” he pulls you to the front door and pushes it open.

Your dad looks up from the paper he was reading “Hey kiddo, how did the disaster at the shop go? You fix the truck in time?” He trails off before noticing Joel “Joel? Hey what are you doin’ here buddy? Did I forget something? We have plans?” Your dad asks confused. “Hey Ray, no you didn’t forget anything, we actually have something we need to tell you” Joel relays his voice careful. Your dad frowns, clearly noticing some tension here and Joel’s nervous tone.

“Dad, Joel and I are dating, it’s been just over six months. And and” you stammer “It’s something we couldn’t keep from you anymore” you continue, watching your dads face waiting for some reaction. He turns to Joel “You’re dating my daughter?” He asks his voice assertive, he sounded pissed and your heart starts pounding. “Yeah I am” Joel confirms “But this isn’t us just messing around, I’m in love with her Ray, I love your daughter very much, and I can only imagine how much you want to hit me right now, but I can promise you I will always treat her right, however I can not, will not stay away from her Ray I just can’t. She’s become everything to me and I can’t live without her now” Joel expressed.

Finally your dad looks at you,

“You’re happy?” He asks “Yeah dad, Joel makes me very happy, and it’s true I love him too” you reply.

“Ok” he sighs

“Ok!??” You and Joel both repeat at the same time, absolutely astounded.

“Well your both adults, I can’t exactly stop you, and I don’t want to loose my daughter. I can’t say I understand this, but I know your a good man Joel, I know if you say you love my daughter your being honest. But if you ever hurt her, I will shoot you”

“Understood” Joel responds

“Ok then, well as we all have the afternoon off I suggest we order some takeout and watch the game, Joel grab some beers from the garage will ya” your dad asks. “Sure” Joel agrees, disappearing down the hall.

Your dad then pulls you into a hug, taking you by surprise. He wraps his arms around you securely “Your definitely happy yeah?” “Yeah dad I’m very happy” you reply hugging him just that bit tighter “Good” he nods.

Yeah you think to yourself, everything’s going to be ok.

[roosterforme]

roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake 

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

[babstheyaga]

My first ever ask on Tumblr but whatever happened to Soundwave after we left? Like did Mirage kill him before finding us and Ratchet? Or is he still kicking? Same with the family who found us on Day 2?

(Sorry if this is like weird to ask, I usually tend to hyperfocus on the little details and its one of my favorite a03 fics by far)

Also what bands would the Autobots listen to? I recall Sleeping with Sirens being mentioned for Mirage in the story! What about the others?

He's still kickin! Mirage did not kill him, but a little wink wink, Ratchet still has a tracker on him from SoundWave...

The Alexander family is somewhat alive. The parents have long since been gone, but the children are... Around... Somewhere... May or may not be with Solus...

As for the last question, I actually have playlists for them all in my intro bio (pinned post).

Mirage used to listen to a lot of Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, Ghost Town, Set It Off, Beartooth, stuff like that! But nowadays he prefers more monotone. blackbear, Hozier, Chase Atlantic, still sad/depressing, but much more tame.

Arcee likes Phonk music. Songs that she likes to imagine running people over with her bike too.

BumbleBee is a HUGE classic rock/metal fan! AC/DC, METALLICA AND MOTLEY CRUE!!! he's HUGE on them!

Jazz is a big 2Pac fan, Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, Snoop, Dre, Salt-N-Pepa, classic rap!

Optimus likes old people music. Frank Sinatra, Dolly Parton, Earth Wind & Fire, but he also enjoys some country, Luke Bryan, Chris Stapleton...

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (25)

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[captain-mj]

Price finds out Graves listens to Dixion Dallas(Good Lookin, Whisky, F150), and decides to listen to see what kind of music Graves listens to and is thoroughly shocked by the lyrics lmao

This so fucking goofy yeah I'll write it

Does this count as a song fic? I don't know but it's super short and mostly song lyrics

Price looked at the spotify mix. It was one that Graves had made that was public. He was pretty sure it was because a few shadows asked for it. Seemed to be some sorta country music? Price wasn't that big on it, but most of the Shadows were from the south and seemed to really enjoy it.

Especially Carrie Underwood and Luke Bryan.

He had never seen so many military personnel sing a song about smashing something windows because of a person cheating so... aggressively before. Even Soap, a man who sang Scottish songs at top volume specifically to annoy his British squad mates, was taken back.

So he assumed that's what this was, but there were names and songs that he didn't recognize. So he turned it on and listened. Graves had let him add himself to the Spotify Premium that they had. The rest of the 141 had to share an account, but Price got special treatment. He claimed it was because he was their Captain, but nah, Graves just liked him better.

Price turned the playlist on, trying to give it a shot.

Summertime in the blue sky, your hand in my hand Cold beer with some Moonshine and our toes in the sand That look in your blue eyes, it makes me lose my mind I pull you closer, I'm so glad you're finally mine

Price blushed. He was positive that Graves couldn't know he was going to listen. His blue eyes were probably not thought of when this song was put in this playlist.

He put his hands up on my body, made the room a little hotter I'm sippin him like whiskey, got me wetter than the water, oh Swimmin' in, wanna swim in him too Make a little love, show you what my booty do Boy, turn around, lemme hit it from the back Yeah, I know how you love it when I do it like that

Price choked on his tea, blushing. He knew Graves listened to a little more.... for lack of a better word, raunchy music. But that was a shock.

He closed his mouth and kept listening.

Even though I hate to see him go, I love to watch him leave Levi's on top, what a sight, I love them booty cheeks And now he's grinding on my lap like it's the last night that we have I said, "Baby, make it clap, I wanna make this loving last"

Price paused the music.

"What the hell..."

Graves messaged him at almost that exact moment. "Do you want to go out later?"

"Where?"

"A bar."

Price stared at the song title and looked back at the messages. "In the mood for something specific?"

"Whiskey." Graves responded. "Bar nearby has some top shelf stuff for your refined tastes."

"I don't want it to taste like mouthwash." Price glanced at the song lyrics.

I can't take it, that boy drives me so damn crazy He got me catching feelings, I think it's too late to save me I said I can't take it, that boy drives me so damn crazy He's got me catching feelings, I think it's too late to save me

Graves responded. "You want sweetness, you get good company."

"You listen to a lot of Dixon Dallas?"

"Only with good company who buy me drinks."