#my dad is like if nick. end sentence

[the-meme-monarch]

i'm like if friendprogram was "friends" with nick

[sturniqlo]

hii can u do smth about dad!matt obsessing over baby clothes in the store like u found out u were pregnant and he’s at the store the next day 😭 or js at any point in ur pregnancy and he sees baby aisle full of clothes and toys he cant contain himself

TINY SHOPPING- MATT STURN

summary: five times when matt was overly excited to shop for his baby.

cw: slight cursing, FLUFF

an: thank you anon for the idea! | lowercase intended

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ONE

"babe?" matt enters his home he shares with his girlfriend. "in the kitchen." she speaks loud enough so he can hear her. "look what i got at the store." matt enters the kitchen excitedly, holding something behind his back. yesterday y/n had gave him the best news ever, they were expecting a baby.

"what'd you get?" she puts the down half eaten bagel. "well, me, nick and chris went to the store, and i saw this so i bought it." matt places the plastic bag on the counter in front of her bagel. "open it, go ahead." he pushes the bag closer to her. "okay." she says, grabbing the bag and pulls out a eeyore plushie.

"matt! it's so cute, oh my gosh." she holds it up. "i know it might the a bit early since we just found out. but, i just had to." he rounds the island and hugs her from behind. "it's never to early, babe." she turns her head and kisses him. "i love it, we can put it inside of the crib once we get one."

TWO

"how's this shirt- matt?" y/n had picked up a shirt for an even they had to go to in a couple of weeks, however when she turned around matt was nowhere to be found. "matt?" she walks around the women's section. as she steps out to the main aisle, she sees matt's curls across the women's section in the baby clothing.

"babe, i was looking for you." she smiles when she sees matt's arm is full of baby clothes. "sorry, i just saw this tiny dress and got carried away." he nods down to the pile in his arm. "a dress? we don't know what the baby is yet." she says. "i know, i know. but, i have a feeling it's a girl, plus, look at it. so so tiny." he holds it up. "oh, we definitely need to buy it." y/n nods.

"as much as i want to buy all of these. we need to bring it down a bit. we have eight more months to buy them more clothes." they had gotten a bit carried away and ended up almost filling a cart up with baby clothes. "you're right." matt bites the inside of his cheek deciding what items to put back.

THREE

"oh matt! look at this one!" nick coos holding up a fluffy bear onesie. "put it in the cart." matt rolls it over to nick. "matt," chris comes up next to matt holding up some bibs. "look at these, they all have 'my first holidays'." matt grabs the bibs and flips through them. "y/n bought these the other day but in onesie form. let's get the matching bibs." he drops them into the cart.

"we're back!" chris announces. "hey guys, what'd you guys end up getti-" y/n stops herself mid sentence when she sees each of them holding two bags from carters. "wait- before you say anything, just look at what we bought." matt says.

FOUR

both matt and y/n were laying on the couch watching harry potter, mostly matt because y/n was on her laptop scrolling through baby websites adding items into her online shopping cart. "this is cute." she says to herself, pressing the add to cart button, "can i see?" matt lifts his head up from her thighs. "it's a pair of shoes, what do you think?" she flips the screen so he can see.

"adorable. did you add them?" she nods. "you read my mind." he leans up and pecks her lips. matt goes back to watching the movie and y/n keeps on scrolling. "oh my gosh, baby look at this one." she gasps, and turns the laptop to him.

"oh, i bought that one yesterday."

FIVE

"alright, do you like this one?" matt holds up a sweater and shows the baby on his hip. the small girl only sticks her tongue out of habit. "you're right, looks like it'd be too hot." he puts it back on the rack. "let's look over here. hey, look, how about this hat." he grabs it off of the shelf and puts it on her tiny head. "awe, look at you." he coos.

"let's go look for your mommy." he heads to the cleaning supply aisle where he knows she'd be at. "baby, look at mia. we need to buy it." y/n grabs a new sponge and turns her head at matt's voice. "oh, look at my baby. you look so cute, mia." she gasps and walks over to the smiling baby on matt's hip. mia giggles at her moms coos. "i'm guessing you like it?"

[sturniololuvz]

yk the ‘the talk’ fic you did a couple days ago? could you make a fic where it’s part 2 of that, and chris gets his girlfriend pregnant on accident and their sister(y/n) says about how they gave her the talk and then chris got someone pregnant.

“So Much for ‘The Talk’” (Part 2)

Chris sat on the couch with his face in his hands, not saying a word.

Matt and Nick stood by the kitchen counter, dead silent. The tension in the room was so thick, you could practically choke on it. Justin had his arms crossed, trying not to lose his mind. Marylou was on speakerphone in the middle of the table, waiting to hear if this was a joke.

Spoiler: it wasn’t.

“She’s really pregnant?” Matt asked, voice low.

Chris just nodded.

Nick blinked. “Bro. Are you serious right now? After all that shit we gave Y/N?”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen!” Chris snapped, finally looking up. “It just—happened, okay?”

“She didn’t use protection?” Justin asked, eyebrows up.

“We thought it was handled,” Chris muttered. “She said she was on the pill.”

“Oh my God,” Marylou’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I leave the state for three weeks and my son knocks someone up?”

Y/N had just walked in from her room with a bag of chips, having caught the end of that sentence.

“Wait… what?” she asked, mouth full. “Chris got someone pregnant?!”

All four boys froze.

Chris looked like he wanted to vanish into the couch cushions. “Y/N—go back to your room.”

But it was way too late for that.

Y/N stared at him, then slowly turned toward Nick, Matt, and Justin with the most judgmental smirk ever. “So let me get this straight. A couple weeks ago, y’all sat me down for a whole-ass lecture about not messing around with Nate, said I better not end up pregnant, made me sit through ‘the talk’ from my brothers—and now this idiot gets his girlfriend pregnant?!”

“Y/N,” Matt warned, running a hand down his face.

“No, no, no. Don’t ‘Y/N’ me.” She pointed at Chris. “You literally made me feel like shit. Nick wouldn’t even let Nate sit within a five-foot radius of me. Justin said if he caught us kissing again, he was gonna throw up. And now this?”

Chris groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

“I think now is exactly the time,” Y/N shot back. “I got bullied into a lecture I didn’t even need. I’m careful. Nate and I don’t even—like, whatever. But you? You’re twenty-one, and you couldn’t figure out how to wrap it up?”

Nick couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing and immediately tried to cover it with a cough.

Matt side-eyed him. “Really?”

Nick shrugged. “She’s not wrong.”

Marylou sighed through the phone. “I’m honestly impressed. Y/N, baby, I’m proud of you for holding your ground.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Chris groaned again. “Okay, cool, everyone roast me. Awesome.”

Y/N walked past the couch and patted Chris’s shoulder. “Just know that next time you try to give me advice? I’m bringing this exact situation up. Forever.”

“I hate you,” Chris muttered into the couch.

“I know.” She grinned and walked off, still eating chips. “At least I’m not the one about to be a dad.”

Nick leaned back and shook his head. “So… do we have to give Chris the talk now?”

Justin smirked. “Little late for that.”

⸻

END

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby (part 6)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(notes: alastor's adoptive daughter is in hell, let's hope she doesn't get eaten alive!)

(the singing lines you'll encounter were meant to not be in order.. you'll understand once you read it hehe >:) )

(caution: alastor being lowkey a bit manipulative? not too terrible but just word of caution.)

(tags: @maksdust @willowwillflower @sunshinesetsstuff @0willowwisp0 @projectdreamwalker @1potato2rulethemall @just-here-reading @avitute @pooplyface1423 @insomniacfigure @mo-0-o @thekanrojimitsuri2 @nevermorekisses @wildfire153 )

my editor <3: @kruncher

Rosie finished her sentence by patting your shoulder gently before her hands finally rested on the handle of her umbrella once more.

You fiddled with your hands as you shined an awkward smile.. you looked like a child about to give a powerpoint presentation to a class.

You then chose to immediately face the Princess once again, eyes on her entirely "but.. um.. Yes!.. Princess Charlie, I saw you at the courtroom presenting your case and I just have to say I'm very inspired!... and I would like to contribute to your cause somehow!.." you paused yourself from speaking too much into it.. wanting to save certain parts for only her ears to hear.

"I also would need to get back home.. and I know you have that sort of influence in Hell to get me a way in Heaven again!-- o...oh..-"

You felt your skin crawl as you barely acknowledged a suddenly teleported Alastor to your side, his staff holding up your injured wing gently to get a good look at the bandaged injury.. his eyes narrowing and a 'hmm' softly escaping his throat. 

A threatening spark in his eye flashed which resulted in your injured wing suddenly moving away from him, despite that flash not being for you specifically. 

In his usual Alastor fashion he seemed very collected, but it was a bit obvious he was much intrigued at your presence and your bandage.

Charlie seemed to finally catch her bearings, moving a few frazzled strands of hair away from her face. "Well.. Welcome either way! We can definitely do that! I will admit I only managed to get through to heaven thanks to my dad but I'm sure he can come up with some sort of way to get you back home!" she seemed to look at your halo and wings, your status as an angel very well seen and she was honestly a bit frazzled by a 'winner' falling down in here all of a sudden.

Rosie gently laid her hand on Alastor's shoulder "Poor little thing ain't she? Susan got her wing real good but I fixed her up right in the nick of time! no infection will harm her further."

Alastor's radio shriek happened again but in a much softer pitch "Susan did this?" There was a quick pause before Alastor spoke up again, "Oh I'll have to talk with Susan soon! How impolite could that old woman be! The senior citizens these days.." he rolled his eyes in a playful manner before Charlie spoke up again.

"Well!-- _____ was it? Let me see if I can get Vaggie to sho--"

"Nonsense!" Interrupted Alastor, almost practically jumping in between Charlie and yourself with a very odd excitement. "Why, I'll help of course! It is quite simple just taking a new guest to their new room!"

Charlie smiled half heartedly "Alastor that's so helpful of you! Just.. don't scare our guest please. I know how interesting you can.. get." the end of her sentence dragged on, as if dreading what he's capable of doing. "Oh and no deals! This is a freedom-oriented place! We don't want any souls to be collected here please.." she then just gave you two a thumbs up, a bit exhausted but still uplifting.

"Meanwhile I'll talk to Rosie here about her cannibals and how we intend to also keep them safe! While they also get their-- fill!.."

Alastor seemed to slither his arm around yours, elbows interlocking. "How exciting! There's so much to show you around here in the Hazbin Hotel! Gosh it'll make you wish to stay down here forever!" A loud cackle could be heard from him that eventually morphed into a bunch of static-covered laugher.

Your body froze as you were dragged away by Alastor up the velvet red steps, not even getting a chance to properly thank Rosie and Charlie.

You're stuck with him now.

Lucky you.

Getting dragged by Alastor was as if a swarm of wasps was lingering on your arm; absolutely nerve-wrecking. 

You stayed quiet as he continued to ramble, talking nonsense about hell, the hotel, how he thought of the name and the design.. basically bragging. It all went in one ear and out the other.

"--isn't that right darling?"

huh?

Your senses came back to you and your eyes flickered up to him once before looking down. "Oh.. my bad I didn't catch that.."

Alastor stopped in his tracks which immediately caused you to stop in yours. There was a pause..

"Why, my dear, since when have I ever had to repeat anything to you? You hardly ever daydreamed like this before!"

You let out a shaky exhale through your nose, "Yea.. sorry." you spoke in a subtle sarcastic way.

He shook his head, his tongue clicking into minor sounds of 'tsk tsk.' "Oh _____ darling there's no need to be so formal! I'm your father! Not a stranger."

You scoffed, "You seem to enjoy treating me like one."

His eyes narrowed down at you; you wanted to burst into a cold sweat just like that. 

"It's better that way, you have absolutely no clue about how animalistic these sinners can be!"

He let his arm uncurl around yours to stand in front of a hotel room door with one of the miscellaneous hotel numbers at the top, his hand covering over the door knob as a green glowing hue forced it to open with a single 'click', a key suddenly spawning and dropping right into the palm of his clawed hand.

Your nose scrunched up in slight disgust "Oh I, in fact, do have a clear idea.. "

Alastor didn't respond to your comment but simply took your hand and had your palm face upward, dropping the cold obsidian key on your skin.

"Your key to your new quarters! If there's any issues with it, do let us know how we can fix it for you."

Your fingers closed your hand around the item and held it tightly against your chest in a defensive stance.

"Uh huh.." you then skimmed past him to walk through the door, your free hand clenching onto the handle of your travel bag in stress.

"Although, I'm simply dying to know--" Alastor's haunting voice caused you to freeze, your head slowly tilted to look behind you with a chill down your spine. Alastor's eyes radiated red, red as sin. 

"Why exactly did you think it was a swell idea to drop aaaall the way down here?" His arm holding up his came pointing up and slowly down as he stretched out the word 'all', insinuating falling down from heaven.

"And somehow doing that while still staying pure as snow? Oh darling, I just must know!"

You huffed a sigh out your nose and rolled your eyes,

"You know, I really admire how hard you try to ask questions when you know I'm not gonna tell you anything."

"_______, even a blind and deaf man would know that voluntarily going down here is practically a suicide! And I know you, you must've thought of this real well hmm? Risking getting gutted like a fish?"

"What would you like to know.." you mumbled as you then proceeded to close the door on him, your back slowly turning towards him.

Until the door was harshly tugged back to stay open, looking over to see Alastor gripping the other end of the door knob.

He laughed, it intimidated and irritated you "My darling you seem to forget who I am. I'm no stranger, I didn't spend the entirety of my glory 20s and 30s to raise you alone just for you to attempt to disown me. Besides.. you still need me my dear. 

After all.. I was the one that held you when the thunder refused to subside, I built you a home.. a wonderful home that others would live in with pride!"

He grabbed your hand yet again to pull you out once more, twirled you suddenly and pointed at your current outfit, a bit dirty with faint spots of dirt on certain spots from first hitting that dumpster when you first got here. 

"Don't even have to mention the elephant in the room.. just simply look at you! Fragile as a flower, still a little sampling.. just a sprout." He next pointed at your wings, ears, and halo during the duration of his phrase. His tone slowly morphing into a familiar sing-song voice and melody you could have sworn was something from your childhood.

You scoffed "Okay that's nice and all but can I just g--"

"Father knows best! listen to your father, It's a scary world out there, " He teleported behind you in the opposite direction of where you were facing you, a hand on your shoulder as his shadow morphed into a more terrifying form for you to gasp and shriek at. 

"Father knows best, one way or another something will go wrong-- I swear!" You couldn't help but stumble a few steps back in shock and fear from seeing that shadow again, causing you to trip over your feet and end up getting thrown by gravity down to the floor in a sit-up position.

"Oh look! Sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy, please--" he walked up to you, bending down to grab your hand once more to pull you up harshly. His eyes glowing while closely meeting yours as his shadow laughed in the background menacingly "They'll eat you up alive!"

As he playfully shouted his words in that familiar sing-song melody that you couldn't exactly tap into at this moment, he yet continued to hold up your right hand up in the air and the other proceeded to hold your left.. he was now twirling you around across the hall diverting slightly far from your open hotel room as if you were both dancing in a mix of 30s and classic ballroom dancing. You tried to push him away but his grip was fierce and the sudden dancing confused you, making you unable to properly think about your next move.

"Father's right here, father will protect you, darling here's what I suggest!" He then finally stopped at the foot of your door, your vision getting a bit woozy from the intense spinning Alastor put you through. "Skip the drama, stay with papa--"

"Alastor for fucks sake!-" you finally exclaimed, rubbing your eyes and taking a moment to relax your eyes to recover from your previous state.

"I can handle myself! I know ways to protect my own skin and none of them involve you!" You panted as you stomped your way back in your given room, this time gripping the door handle with a grip you've never had before. 

"Now go do whatever it is you do, and leave me alone!" you slammed the door in his face and locked it as quickly as you could, eventually throwing your bag on your new and neat bed with a huff. 

You've never felt so much anger before since you were living and breathing-- these complicated emotions rising in you like a volcano that sat dormant for centuries until finally erupting and exploding fire and skin-melting magna. This all came out with you lashing out and now even wanting to tear up a bit since you always hated fighting-- with him, with anyone. It hurt. More than it should have. 

You simply crawled on your bed and held yourself, knees up to your chest and arms around your knees. Comforting yourself in the only way you knew how.

God, you hoped this trip in the end turned out to be worth it.

Alastor on the other hand simply smirked, your stubbornness will be no match to his own and he will be sure of that.

"Goodness. Even after all these years, the temper tantrums will never cease." He let out a small pitched 'hm' as he turned on his heel to head back to the Princess of Hell and help her with her next few plans with the battle against the exorcists. 

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes noticed and witnessed the father and daughter's interaction in the hall.

Back to you,

Curled up in your hotel room you then decided to crawl over to your traveling bag, scrambling over to open it and hastily take out a few things like a smaller bag full of toiletries, clothes, and even your personal first aid box for emergencies. 

All would be put aside only for your hand to be looking for one thing in particular, hidden under all your neatly packed items was a journal you brought from back up in heaven to document events to keep your thoughts in place, help you cope with changes, and just as a way to express your emotions in a healthy way and you knew you would need these more during these next few weeks. 

Opening the hard cover your eyes were met with a small paper pocket that you taped up in order to save photographs and small thin memory trinkets. 

You smiled softly, your other hand then went to look at the side of your bag to take yet another photograph, it was the one you put in right before leaving your home to get to hell. 

Placing that photo on the cover of your bed, then taking out your photos that were inside that small pocket of your book you then spread them out all beside each other on your bed.

Six exact photos you had, each correlating to a specific memory you adored dearly.

First five photos were favorite memories of yours, some were of when you were hanging out with Sera, St. Peter, and other court member friends of yours. Either at picnics, libraries, shops, restaurants, etc. 

The last two were more than important to you though, they were two portrait pictures of her and you.

She was a much older woman, she died around the time you were born but never have you felt like someone was more like family in heaven than she did. Unfortunately you never had the chance to meet her until you were in heaven but at the same time after making an intense realization when getting to know her better it's as if you knew her your entire life. 

She was one of your favorite people, but one of your most painful reminders.

Your hand grazed over those two photos, your hand trying so hard not to clench them due to how many fucking things are setting in place, connecting to each other.

"I'll be back, I promise." you spoke to the images of her sitting beside her with her kind smile, you could see him through her smile as well "I'm sorry I never got to tell you what he did, who he really is.. you don't deserve the pain that comes with it if I did.."

You teared up, decades of guilt overwhelming you in this single moment. "I'm sorry grandmother, that he turned out this way.. that he did this to me."

You had no reason to apologize, no reason at all.

But she was so good to you, she recognized your last name but you couldn’t bear to ever tell her the truth and that guilt haunted you yet you reassured yourself it’s better to keep her from knowing who he really is with how highly she speaks of him. 

She treated you as if you were her own flesh and blood. She gave you a home as well up in heaven, took care of you.. guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in that aspect.

How can someone like him, with a mother like her, turn out the way he did.

How.. sad, that truly is.

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You were sixteen years of age when this specific event occurred.

You have always been a good kid, always done as you've been told such as '____ dear don't forget to wash your dishes today', '_____ don't forget about your school work.', 'get in bed now young lady, you still have a bedtime you know', and '______ dear you're a bit too young to read the news don't you think? read this instead, more appropriate for young girls your age!'

You have always done what your father told you, followed every rule he sets, avoided every thing he didn't want you to do. 

Although.. whenever you did something you weren't supposed to was where you slightly feared him. He never yelled, never was one to do so. He was always a gentleman and as kind as he could be, although most of it for show. 

One thing he always was, is being passive aggressive. 

Passive aggressiveness was one of his many strong suits, and using words to get you to fear and to avoid doing what you were not meant to do was his specialty. You always wanted to please your father, for you knew that your entire life was the way it was because he chose to be responsible for you. This didn't happen much though because you just always followed what he ordered.

But sometimes being too obedient can be tiring and you were starting to get a little brave recently.

You see, your father has never allowed you in his home office for as long as you could remember, for all you knew he only took you inside when you were a baby with no total awareness. 

Why were you never allowed in his study?

You were.. actually never sure yourself, at least not until the days leading up to your death.

You were always told it was because it was his private space where he wants to keep everything neat and tidy, and that he wants his work space where he saves and writes anything for his radio show in there and that anyone on the outside would simply ruin the ambiance inside that helps him work.. or whatever.

Although, the older you got and the more conscious you gained you eventually thought that this rule is kind of.. stupid? It's just a study but.. you just guessed that whatever your father said was true.

On this particular day though, you wanted to give him a surprise! Only issue was that it included the study..

It was the day before Alastor's birthday, and you just wanted to check his schedule without being too obvious at all to make sure you had time to slip his gift either in his bedroom or sent to his radio studio.. so you decided to quickly slip into his study and check it really fast and leave!..

You spent the entire month before to find someone and commission for them to make a portrait painting with you, Alastor, and his mother in a single frame. Even giving photos of your father and your grandmother for them to reference, due to the lack of colors at the time with photographs it was more of a monochrome painting at best. This would be your birthday gift to him.

You waited for him to leave for work for his evening broadcast and you just came from school, pretending to be reading a book you were assigned to while laying on your bed and relaxing.

Alastor knocked at your door, letting out a quick 'come in!' In reply, he opened it for only his face to pop out of your door with his iconic smile.

"Hello darling! Just wanted to let you know I'll be off to do my next broadcast! Don't forget to tune in soon if you don't have any school work to do."

"Yes father, see you soon!"

"See you soon sweetheart! if I'm late for dinner there's always some leftovers."

He waved at you before closing your door and leaving a bit hastily despite being very early. You stayed as silent as possible till you heard his footsteps distancing away and finally.. that distant loud click of the front door.

You got moving, dropping the book on the bed without a care while scrambling up and opening the door to your room, your feet pitter pattering across the hall and down in front of the study, your hand reaching towards the doorknob in excitement. 

Until you stopped.

'What if he finds out? do you think he'll notice the slightest change at all?.. would he yell or get mad?.. ground me?.. he's never grounded me much but..' your hand inched closer to the knob, the moment your fingertips touched the wooden texture that's when you knew you weren't going to turn back.

'well.. it's a huge surprise for him.. it's just checking his work schedule without him knowing so he won't have a clue I have a surprise for him, it'll be easy!..' 

And finally your fingers wrapped around the doorknob and finally opened the entrance to the study with sudden anticipation while the creek coming from the door only caused goosebumps up your arms.

The room itself was dark and smelled of old wood from the floorboards and dusty papers, speaking of the floors they creeped like crazy with each hesitant step you took inside while your eyes scanned the entire foreign environment. 

Your eyes managed to make out in the middle of the room a large cushioned chair positioned in front of an even larger wooden desk that was wide enough as a school principal's desk would be. Approaching it you now got to see more clearer details like several papers and folders being sprawled around the space, two half empty cups of his usual coffee, pens in pen holders and laid with the papers,.

Your eyes looked up to see the wooden walls organized with draped over portraits of Alastor himself as a kid, others of paintings of his mother that you haven't seen besides the one in the living room and the photos he showed you, and.. one of you as a toddler.. your eyes couldn't help but linger at that particular portrait of you that you have never seen.

You looked down at the desk again to look for his work schedule since all you knew was that it was in some leather journal you saw him carry before.

But you were yet again met with a framed photo standing on his desk and it was one of you as a baby! You've seen baby photos of yourself but never one of where you literally were still sleeping in the crib.. you couldn't help but smile. 

But you went back to work, opening the squeaky drawers filled with hardcover books, folders with dates and names of several shows he's done before. 

Looking at one of the drawers nearest to the ground on the right hand side was where you found even more photos of you as a baby! And even others of himself growing up and some of his mother, your heart warmed at the thought of your father always keeping his family in mind. 

And how amazing was it that the leather journal you were looking for to finally show up! 

Taking it out with great anticipation you skimmed through the pages of his endless paragraphs and paragraphs of letters and numbers.. suddenly stopping at a particular page where there were.. stains.. they looked almost black in the dark but by squinting your eyes you can barely tell a dark hue of red.. you stood up to see if there was a small lamp on the desk that you missed but right as yo--

"What are you doing here."

Alastor's voice boomed across the room startling you to the point where the journal closed and almost jumped out of your arms as you gasped.

Your eyes darted at the door which didn't seem to hear the creek open the way it did when you came in, covered in darkness was Alastor of course.. his eyes and smile seemingly piercing through the darkness as his figure was illuminated from the light in the halls.

"Father!-- I.. I'm.. I just wanted to--" He interrupted you not by speaking, but by walking in and the creeks from the wooden floors seemed more threatening than when you first heard them. The closer he got the more your shoulders raised up.. "Look I'm sorry I just wanted to see your work schedule, that's all!.."

"Darling." god even the way he pulled on the chain attached to the lamp made it scary as well.. "You have never disobeyed me before, how can I work comfortably now?"

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." 

Alastor's aura seemed to at least lighten up with the lamp now.. god.

"Guess I always knew this day was coming.." he shook his head in disappointment, "knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest."

"But I--"

"Soon, but not yet. Trust me, pet."

"But father! I just wanted to look at your work schedule.."

"And you could've asked, not sneaked in like some thief.. I never raised you that way." Despite how the situation is though.. he had his eerie permanent smile on his face which only confused you more.

"You see my dear, by disobeying me even in the simplest of things only calls for danger. Unnecessary trouble to lure and latch onto you. Trouble in which even I won't protect you from."

Why was he talking like this?.. you were unsure.. but you knew that he was leading on to make some kind of point.. but in a sing-song type of approach. 

It wasn't uncommon for him to sing lessons to you at this age or whatever age you and him were, it's a common thing to you that his theatrics were an everyday thing.. it's how you learned how to sing yourself.

He continued, "Gullible, naive, positively grubby, ditzy, and a bit.. well.. hmm.. vague!"

You shook your head in confusion, him taking himself beside you to then shine you the most.. warming smile yet. The mixed signals were insane.

Seeing your confusion he only intensified it more "oh but darling I'm just saying cause' I love you, father understands, father's here to help you, all I have is one request!..” he spun around you as he ended up facing you and holding your hands in his, finally pulling you in a warm hug. oh wow.. he was never one to say ‘I love you’ much.. This total change was whiplash at its finest. 

You melted in the hug quite easily as you were always an affectionate child, plus you wanted to get rid of the guilt by just.. hoping he would forget what you tried to do. 

“_____?”

“Yes?..” 

The energy changed.

“Don’t ever come back into my study, again.”

“I..” you were speechless.. you were starting to question his authority slightly more than ever but.. “Yes father..”

“Oh I love you very much dear..”

You smiled slightly despite the stern scold he gave just now, but he was also never one to hug much so this made you feel nice.. 

“I love you more..” you could almost feel Alastor slowly grab onto the journal you were holding and tucked it in his coat which he usually wore out to work. 

“I love you most.” Backing away from the embrace with his hands on your shoulders he also gave you an uncharacteristically yet fatherly peck on your forehead and hairline which was only saved for when he’s tucking you in at night and he’s having a good day. 

Leaving behind a small ‘peck’ sound. It was almost kinda awkward the way he stood, it was as if he was trying to make it convincing with how fast it was too. 

“Don’t forget it!” He smiled at you brightly as he raised up a finger to only move it side to side.

“You’ll regret it.. Father! Knows best..” he gave you simply two pats on the head with his palm and his book in his jacket due to how swiftly he took it from your hands. 

Leading you out the door with a swift motion of him pulling you by your wrist and into the hall once more.. this time making a mental note as he closed the door behind him to get a proper lock for his study next time.

He then immediately started scrambling out the door, “Oh well look at the time! Almost late for work! I’ll see you in a while, my flower! Remember, I trust you! Don’t break it again! Would be a shame if that were your gift for my birthday!..” Cheerfully announcing across the house as he finally reached the door to pop out in the wide world again.

Why did he come back? You could only assume he forgot the journal you were holding before..

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek with your eyes wanting to water. “I just wanted to give you your gift perfectly..”

Arms crossed, you went back into your room and sat at the foot of your bed. Somberly regretting your terrible decisions..

‘Can't believe you broke his trust like that!.. and a day before his birthday??.. you must be out of your mind _____.’ Eyebrows turn down with a sad little frown on your face.

‘Although..’ your thoughts led you to look out the doorway of your room and into the dark hall. 

‘Is there anything else he’s trying to hide?..’

(HEYYYY thank you for reading chapter 6!! This was a total blast to write ✨ had so much fun trying to add a bit more detail into Alastor since he is still a serial killer, and he does this all out of love but it can definitely come out more.. manipulative. Whether he does it on purpose or not kinda depends on how you want to see it but personally he does it on purpose because he knows it’ll keep his daughter at bay qwq -and yes! I used tangled songs because personally I felt like it really emulated this side of him so ya!! He loves her to death but isn’t afraid at all to pull strings.)

[sturnlova]

Podcast room (C.S)

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 750 )

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“Good morning campers, it’s your favourite host Nick Sturniolo… It’s Matt Sturniolo…. And it’s Chris Sturniolo with our special guest my girl Y/N!!”” As they all introduced me and asked me a couple of questions to kick it off Chris slowly but steadily pushed my skirt a bit up and my orange panties to the side, orange is a weird colour i know but chris sure seemed to like it..to the side.

Chris looked at me and used his index and middle finger to spread me a bit open and used one of his fingers to circle my clit at a agonising pace. Chris looked at Matt with a smirk and then Nick to avoid long eye contact. Nick continued on there conversation, as they usually would like every other Monday.

He added both of his fingers inside of me without a warning causing me to gasp in surprise but i seemed to cover it with a cough “Y/N you alright there it seemed like you were shocked?” Matt spoke with intent to me but started at Chris well he spoke “Ok what the fuck is going on guys” Nick spoke and looked at all of us and than continued to move on to the next topic… birds.

Chris continued using his fingers and curling them to hit the spongy spot inside of me making my legs shake due to the fact i couldn’t move or make sounds as his brothers would know that there youngest brother is fingering me underneath the table. I whispered in Chris’ ear “Chr- “ that’s not my name princess” “daddy please stop it let me cum please no more teasing, i can’t hold it for lon-longer ple-“ i was cut of with Chris’ fast movements of his fingers. The boy had magic in his fingers tips for sure, He curled them and pushed them in and out attempting to make sure my pussy sounds weren’t heard.

“ Y/N what do you think about birds?” Chris asked me, Nick and Matt stared at me waiting for a answer, “uhm ngh i think the-they are sc-i got cut of from my orgasm but i still had to keep some dignity i think they are scary i don’t like them.” Chris stared at me once again and giggled well slowly pulling his fingers out of my velvety walls and adding on to my sentence with “yeah i don’t like them they are weird.”

Chris brought his fingers to his mouth pretending to bit them but in reality he was trying too suck them clean. I just started at him with a flushed look waiting for this podcast to end. I was finally caught out of my trance and started adding onto the conversation until it was over.

-

Finally the podcast is over i thought to myself, i needed a glass of water. As we all walked out of the room Nick said he was gonna go edit some pre-filmed videos and just to go to order food without him since we all know his order, we all agreed.

Matt was obviously in the drivers seat, i was in the back and Chris was in the passenger seat. Chris played music in the background to stop the silence but Matt wanted to stop the silence to. “ So Y/N how do you feel knowing that i know you just got fingered in the filming room?” my jaw dropped in shock and along with Chris’. Chris hit matt on the shoulder and told him to shut it and that his just mad he dosent get pussy as good as mine.

I was gonna crawl into my skin, but instead i went insanely red. “It’s ok baby, Matt is angry he gets no bitches, but you ok tho?” this is just making the embarrment worse “ i’m ok dad- Chris i’m ok Chris” “ WHAT WAS THATT NAME UH UHHH” Matt screamed out acting like he didn’t just talk about me getting fingered. This is just getting worse by the minute. I would like to go home now with my food.

[l0vely-sturniolo]

LOSS

chris sturniolo x reader

TW(S): mentions of death, death of a family member, drunk driver

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i was hanging out at the triplets house, cuddled up with my boyfriend chris on the couch as we watched stranger things. we had been together for about 7 months now. i had moved to LA about a year ago, while my family was still in pennsylvania.

i always went home for a week every other month to see my family. i basically lived at the triplets house, but i still had my own apartment that i still was at some of the time. we were about halfway into the episode when my phone started ringing. "sorry," i said and got up, walking into the kitchen, it was my mom calling me.

"hello?" "honey.." it sounded like she was crying. "mom.. what's wrong?" "your father.. he got hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work last night.. we was rushed to the hospital and we've been here all day, but he didn't make it..." she started sobbing at the end of her sentence. i just froze in shock.

"i'll let you know when we have everything planned out for his funeral, please just don't stress yourself out about coming home immediately, im gonna stay with your grandmother for right now anyway.." she told me. i didn't respond, i was still just frozen, i couldn't move. i dropped my phone and it felt like i couldn't breathe.

"y/n?" someone called. "baby.. what's wrong?" i heard, and then i heard footsteps coming towards me. i didn't even realize i was crying until i saw chris in front of me, and he reached out and wiped my tears away. "my dad.. he.." i couldn't even finish my sentence, i broke out into sobs and fell into chris' chest.

"shh, shh, i got you, baby." he whispered into my ear. he held me as tightly as he could, rocking us back and forth. "he's gone," i cried into his chest. "i'm so sorry baby, i'm so sorry," he kept whispering, leaving little kisses on the top of my head. i finally moved my arms and wrapped them around chris, holding onto him tightly.

"i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere baby.." he whispered. after a few minutes my breathing was a little more under control, and my sobs had stopped, there were still just tears rolling down. i pulled away and looked at him, and i could see his heart break through his eyes.

"oh sweet girl..." he frowned at me. "what do you need? do you need anything?" he asked me. "i need you.." i mumbled and laid my head on his shoulder. "i'm right here," he reminded me. "can we go lay down?" i mumbled once again. "of course let's go.." he kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. i looked over at matt and nick and they gave me sympathetic smiles.

he brought me downstairs to his room and he climbed into bed, immediately opening his arms for me to climb into. i got into bed and climbed up and laid right on top of him, and his arms immediately wrapped around me. "i can never talk to him again.." i whispered, tears threatening to spill again.

"i know princess.. i'm so sorry.." "it was a drunk driver, how stupid can you be!" i yelled, gripping at my hair. "hey hey, don't do that.." he said, grabbing my hand and holding it. "if you need to scream and yell, or cry, do it with me baby. hit me if you need to, scream at me, just don't hurt yourself.. you're already hurting enough right now," he told me, before kissing me.

we pulled away and i laid in the crook of his neck, holding his hand. "i love you chris, thank you," i mumbled. "i love you baby, i'm not going anywhere any time soon, im right here with you baby, i promise.." he whispered, kissing my forehead. we laid there in silence, with chris rubbing my back, before i eventually ended up falling asleep.

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[justwhisperingfantasies]

Screams Werewolf To Me

Thank you @deanwinchestersgirl8734 for the request 🫶

I was wondering if you can do a crossover where the reader is dating dean and they take a case in Vegas where the reader is Gil Grissom's daughter and the boys meet him. This one was fun. I loved making Dean squirm. Hope you like it lovely.

Warnings: Talks of death, Talks of werewolf attack (chest open, missing heart)

Thank you @copperboom82 for being my beta bae!

"So, you're telling me you just happened to find a case in Vegas?" Sam snarked, shutting the passenger door of the Impala.

"We got dead bodies and missing hearts, missing hearts and you are questioning this?"

"Dean, there is a dead body and one missing heart."

"Screams werewolf to me."

"Ya know, if you wanted to see her-"

"I found a case that happens to be in Vegas, end of story." Sam's dimples caved in as smirk danced across his lips, making Dean roll his eyes, "What?"

"You love her." Sam mocked as he drew out the o sound in love.

"Shut up, Sam" Dean reached into his chest pocket as they approached the yellow tape, unfolding the holder he flashed his fake FBI badge. "Hi, I'm agent Bonham, this is agent Copeland, FBI."

The blonde man's eyebrows furrowed at the fake names. "Let me see those badges again."

Dean cleared his throat as he pulled out the badge holder for the second time. "Is this the only body you have found so far."

The man adjusted his glasses as his eyes started to scan over the fake ID. "You think there will be more?"

"Um, we have reason to believe there might be another attack." Sam stammered

"And just want would those reasons be?"

Sam shook his head and Dean looked over to him in panic, silently hoping the older man wouldn't notice. "Sorry, can't say. The case is confidential."

"Yes…" Dean agreed, pointing a finger at Sam. "Confidential, FBI."

The man's eyebrows furrowed deeper as Dean's words.

"Gil, we might have something." A younger brunette walked up.

"Agents, why don't you join us." Gil raised the yellow tape for them, "Sara can give you the run down, while we walk."

"There she is." You heard his voice before you saw him walking into the forensics building.

You chuckled. "Bat those eyelashes at someone else, Nick." He started walking with you quickening his pace to keep up. "Taken remember?"

"Oh that's right. The guys that is always out of town." He mocked bending his fingers with the lat part of his sentence.

You rolled you eyes "As a matter of fact-"

"Hey y/n." Your attention snapped to Sara as she said your name. "Did you know the FBI was coming in on this on?" She asked handing you a file containing the files from the newest case.

A groan pushed past your lips "Seriously?"

"I'll take that as a no. By the way he is in the lab with them right now."

"Thanks." you waved your hand as she sipped her coffee, continuing on her way.

"That doesn't make sense." you voiced looking over the case.

"Wanna share?" Nick asked.

"FBI over one dead body?" he leaned in as you turned the pages in his direction.

"I don't know, maybe they have had similar cases."

"Well let's go see." you said, closing the file you started for the lab.

"Hey sweetheart." Gil said looking up from the microscope. your eyes roamed the room, not finding anyone with him.

"Hiya Dad."

"Dad?!" You heard his voice and then there he was peaking around the pillar he was standing behind. Dean freaking Winchester, eyebrows quirked, jaw hanging open, and eyes wide. Sam nudged him as Gil shot him a wondering gaze. "Uh… It's just your so young sir. I would have never guessed you would have a daughter so…" you eyes narrowed at his fumbled words, making Dean swallow the lump in his throat hard.

"Mature." Sam spoke up.

"Yes, mature." Dean agreed.

You bit your lips, trying to fight the smile that was spreading across your face. "So, these must be the FBI agents Sara told me about…"

"Yes," your father answered "They are in town for the missing heart."

"Yea I got it." you held up the manila file folder in your hand. "Over one dead body though?" you challenged with a smirk.

"Well.. there was a case down in Austin-"

"And in Phoenix." Sam chimed in

"Yes and Phoenix. Same M.O, young dead girl, chest open, missing heart."

"Hmm. I haven't heard anything about them…" you quipped, pushing your lips into a straight line as Gil looked up from the microscope again.

"Wh-why would you?" Dean blurted out. "I mean, they aren't close to around here."

"y/n has a… friend that keeps her keen on big cases." Dean's eyebrows raised at your dad's word.

"A friend?" He probed. "What's his name? Maybe we knew him. "Dean crossed his arms over his chest with a wink.

"Winchester." you challenged with a brow raise.

"Like the gun?"

"Yep."

"Ya know, I can't say I've heard of his."

"Aw, that's too bad," you said returning his wink. "He's pretty freaking awesome."

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[risetherivermoon]

smth that kills me everytime, with both how sad it is and how hilarious it is when presented, is the fact that post-methbay glenn is running on the pure intention/motivation of just murdering his dad,

like he doesn't even want to go back home to earth, he admits he's only really going along with the plan so he can find and kill bill, and hes confused when the others say that isn't their intentions as well

even tho he doesn't end up doing it, and bill gets away, at the end of s1 after everyone has their heart felt moments with the mommies, glenn just turns around and is like "OKAY TIME TO KILL MY DAD NOW!" EVEN AFTER the talk with bill during the battle- but bill had already ran away

my thought here is that, like- if that was all he was running off of, and the only reason he got out of prison (tho nick was the only reason he got through prison, which is a different thing entirely) what if he found out bill was already dead when he got out? maybe an au where willy, angered with bill's resistance in the fight before glenns final sentencing, killed him then and there. how would he have reacted? what would he have done? would he just give up entirely and stop functioning?

glenn is incredibly good at hiding and stuffing down his emotions, to a degree that half of the audience of this podcast doesn't even realize he had a character arc, but if you pay attention enough its pretty clear that glenn is hanging on by a single thread and that thread is the pure want for revenge, which makes so much sense with his character in general, and with how erratic and more chaotic he gets post-prison

i just had some thoughts about this...we never really see him snap, because once he's figured out he cant kill bill because hes gone, he has nicky there to kinda nudge him over to go meet morgan, and he already had that talk with the other dads where he talks about wanting to be in nickys life, but what if that slow lead up was taken away?

i adore glenn as a character and his arc is incredibly interesting to me, but i also love thinking of different ways things could have happened, and one of those is post-prison, honestly i might have to write smth with this idea, the thoughts are bouncing around in my brain

[zorromeo]

The Death of the Birds ❤‍🩹

"He sleeps all day, he doesn't talk at all...he's in so much pain. You should talk to him, Ice."

That's what got Tom running to Pete. He had been given a few days off since Nick had died, so he was with Penny Benjamin. Penny had heard that Pete had been speculated to had been dating an instructor named Charlie, but she hadn't felt offended. With Nick's death, it wasn't something to think about anyway.

Penny realized very early that she wasn't doing the right thing by letting Pete stay in their home. Pete was in a very much bad condition. She had done the first thing that came to mind, she had told one of his friends at Top Gun on the phone, because Viper had directed herself to Iceman. She didn't know Iceman, it was the first time she'd met him on the phone; now she'd see his face, he must have been a nice guy since Viper was the voucher. When Penny let this tall, blond, handsome man in; she told him that Pete was asleep.

Again.

They chatted for a while, tried to get to know each other, Tom didn't tell her what he was hiding deep inside, he was keeping it for Pete.

“Penny, Pete is dangerous,” he said.

"I know."

"No, but it's not what you understand, I'll try to comfort him when he wakes up, but he might make a mess, you better not be around. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh, if you want me to leave you two alone, I will, Iceman. It's really okay, but I'd appreciate it if you could stop him from messing the place."

"I'm not sure," Tom frowned. "If you incur financial loss, I'll cover it, okay?"

Tom was really that rich, but Penny didn't think it was going to get to that point. She wasn't that much pessimistic. He left Tom alone, and Tom reached the door of the room where Pete was sleeping. When he opened it first, he found Maverick sleeping with his back turned, then, thinking that even cats wouldn't sleep that long, "You're awake, aren't you?" asked he.

He heard Pete sniff.

"Can I lie down next to you?"

There was no answer.

"Well, I'll take your silence positively because I'm so tired. Do you know how long it took to get here from Top Gun? Well, not everyone has a motorbike like yours... for the whole day, I had to be patient with that terrible traffic in my car. If you want me to go, you better kick me out. But you'll have to talk first for that," said Tom firstly, laying on his back, next to Pete. His eyes were watching the ceiling. "I lost my children too, you know?"

It was a sentence so heavy that it would end Tom's lack of response.

"You had children?" he turned slightly, but still hadn't changed his position.

"Sure! I was a dad... They were the prettiest birds in the world, but one day, I lost them. Both of them. Then I said, 'God, why'd you take them both from me? Wouldn't you just let one of them live?'"

"Ice, I'm sorry but… I don't think you can compare a human to a pair of birds."

"What difference does it make, they were the only family I ever had. The family is not always the ideal 'nucleus of four'. Sometimes a single mother and a daughter are a family, sometimes a single father and a son are a family, sometimes animals like mine are your children. You regarded Goose as that, didn't you?"

"Goose was also the only family I ever had."

"So you could compare a human to a pair of birds…"

Pete's response was, to shed tears. He could block them in public, but when he was alone, he could make as much noise as he wanted. Maybe the guess that Tom had made before he knew Pete that much well was coming true. Not knowing what to do, Tom turned to his left, his hands trembling in the air; but he finally dared hug Pete. Pete continued to cry, not turning to face him, but allowing him to hug him. "You don't understand, Tom…" he said, after five or ten minutes, not realizing that he had used Tom's first name, nor it had touched something in Tom. "I loved Nick… I was in love with him!"

Tom swallowed some "lump", which had suddenly been in his throat. Was he Pete's first "friend" to whom he confided in this secret, did Nick know about it... so many questions came to his mind, but he couldn't ask any of them.

Many years were waiting for him to ask them, and more importantly, to be even more dearly with Pete.

[taylortheanimerangerteen]

📓 :]

I promise I didn't forget about this

I just, haven't been on my main in a while.

Versa brainrot. Rn everything is pretty chill in versa so main blog time for a while.

Anyways!!

Do I got the fic for you!!!!

I did actually start writing this one but I have like... 2 sentences down for the prologue which isn't even the start of the fic in its full entirety?

Anyways!!

It's an Oakster fic, because Jodie my beloved and because the idea of Henry and Jodie kissing is very silly /pos

Also, because the two non-humans of the group? Yes

Anyways

So this au does ignore my hc of Zhao and Jodie being fully separate, for good reasons though (gay reasons)

So Hen(ry) makes a contract with Zhao. Ring to show the contract being made. The basic idea of the contract is like "Zhao will stay by my side until the very end." Not literally by his side, but yeah.

Zhao gets trapped in the battle axe (which was done because Barry hates him in this au, so it is Barry's fault in this au)

Then Hen(ry) goes to Earth, Zhao's soul follows Henry ofc.

Zhao goes into Jodie Foster's body, them becoming basically one in the same (aka me ignoring my usual hcs, for good reasons tho) [also like, Zhao's memories are still repressed, along with Jodie's demon traits]

I say the demon traits are repressed, the physical traits are at least (horns, wings, tail)! The others aren't!!!

He got sharp teeth, needs more sugar and meat and all my usual Jodie demon bullshit!!

Anyways!

To the actual first chapter (and about the most I have about stuff)

So Jodie goes to the grocery store after a bad day at work (this is the Close timeline so I don't need to explain that day)

So, he bumps into Henry, apologizes and all.

He asks Henry about what he is making, and Henry suggests that he text the recipe to Jodie. So Jodie and Henry exchange phone numbers, becoming acquaintances and all.

They become friends kind of fast. Jodie actually quits his job soon after that whole day, mostly because work was becoming too stressful for him.

At some point, Jodie and Mercedes met. And at another point, Jodie meets the twins. Hopefully, around the end of the chapter, Mercedes and Henry offer Jodie a place to stay.

Jodie accepting it, promising to pay Henry for rent or whatever. Henry doesn't accept this, but Jodie still does stuff around the house to ya know, pay for staying there.

At some point past chapter one, Jodie does go with Henry on the fateful day of that soccer tournament (though he's been to a few of the twins games before, being a second adult to help Henry with the chaos that is the twins)

So ofc Jodie gets sent to Faerûn with the dads. So he's there the whole time (and knows that Glenn is Nick's dad, so that entire arc is so different because of this)

But Henry and Jodies dynamic is very different as well. Like they're close and all.

Jodie's class+subclass is Oath of Devotion Paladin, the Devotion (unknown to him at the time) is to Henry.

That's about all I got currently.

This and Jodie crochets and has like an etsy shop or something for it.

FORGET SOMETHING!!!

T4T4T Henry, Jodie, and Mercedes real (Jodie is transmasc in this au, whole other thing for him!)

Thank you for reading my unnamed oakster au bullshit!

[peachesingreece]

I watched purple hearts last night. I did not realize Nick Galitzine was in it so that was an absolute shock to my system. The American accent gave me whiplash. Objectively this was a bad movie. However I thought it was hilarious because it totally read like your average fanfiction. Lack of any real world building or character development, heavy focus on tropes, chemistry, and snappy one liners. The pacing was all over the place and I had no idea what the actual timeline of the movie looked like. It’s crazy to me that she’s a radical left feminist, he’s a republican soldier, and his dad is a NRA far right traditionalist. No one changes their stance on any significant issues but everyone is happy at the end. Also why was it not a big deal at all that he was court-martialed and charged with defrauding the US government? What “sentence” was he serving with no handcuffs and a happy ever after when he gets back?

[nofoxgivcn]

As he handed her the bottle, a silence fell over them, making the air in the room feel heavier than it had before, stifling, everything she had said replaying in his head. He shifted slightly, moving his legs out of a discomfort that felt almost physical as he was faced with mental turmoil. It wasn't fair of him, to keep doing this — to keep telling Judy that he trusted them, that they meant something to him, all while remaining tight-lipped. Promising to one day open up and never follow through. It brought something close to fear, just the thought of bringing up the past, of explaining how he felt when he didn't seem to understand it himself. It was why he usually pulled away from people. But he couldn't pull away from Judy, even if he wanted to; it was too late, they were a part of him.

"I know people have looked down on you," he started, unsure how to get where he was trying to, but trusting the words to end up there. "For entirely different reasons. I know you haven't had it easy." Hesitation set in, and his eyes fell to his lap, where he found his hands were wringing themselves. "You have to understand, my whole life, I've been an outcast. To prey, to predators. Humans. No one trusts a fox. No one sees you for the person you are. My dad—..." He had to stop, his breath catching on the lump in his throat. He twisted his fingers tighter, his eyes focused on the band of his watch to avoid looking at them, to see if they were looking back. "My mom wouldn't tell me, but it's not hard to figure out. You ask enough questions as a kid, the story falls apart. I've spent my whole life knowing that being what you are gets you killed."

He wanted to stop. He wanted to leave it at that. He wanted to let her figure out the rest, somehow, on her own. He wanted to shrink into the bedsheets and disappear until the sadness didn't feel so overwhelming, until thoughts of his dad and Peri and the way he'd been treated and his mother crying for years were pushed to the back of his mind and he could go on a little longer pretending all was well and good. Still, he forced his lips to part again. "I thought, when we got here... it was a fresh start, you know? It was a fresh start. No one knows me. I thought I could do it. I could just show the parts of me I wanted to show, and maybe... maybe they'd like me."

Swallowing thickly, Nick let out a sad laugh, a choked sound. "But you can't do that. You can't really love someone you don't know. I know if she knew..." The sentence trailed off into nothingness, his voice wavering on the last word. "It's not... it's not doable. I know it's not. But it's a hard fucking lesson to learn, isn't it?" Still not looking at her, he held his hand out for the bottle. "I just... want to be something I'm not. I just want people to see me, and not turn away in fear, or hatred, or disgust. Just once. And I keep going back, because she never has. But then I remember all over again... it's because she doesn't see me. She just sees this idea of me I fed her. And I can't keep doing that to her." He shook his head, eyes finally drifting to Judy's. "But I do. Over and over again."

judy felt him doing what nick always did; downplaying the severity of what they were talking about. it was so frustrating for the shifter; to want to help, to TRY to help, but to be consistently shut out despite the reassurance that he believed her offer of assistance to be sincere. clearly he didn't want to open up to her about it, and . . . whatever. judy would pretend she was fine with that for as long as she could but they knew it was inevitable that, eventually, they'd explode. embarrassed by her emotion, judy swallowed, turning slightly away from him so her spine rested against his arm — tucking her chin down into her sternum, bringing her knees tightly up to her chest to give the lower curve of her face somewhere to rest as she wrapping fabric-drowned arms around her legs.

"i'm trying to be patient," she muttered, words garbled by emotion and frustration clinging to every syllable, as if the language was too big and too mature for her mouth; like she wasn't grown up enough to say the words to help him. judy knew she was small, in both her forms, but there was nothing she hated more than FEELING small; being and feeling were two different things. " i'm really trying, nick. it just sucks to know you'd rather hurt on your own than just talk to me about things. look — i didn't . . . " she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, lids fluttering shut, irritation gripping her windpipe with an iron force and making it hard to breathe as she rocked back and forth between being upset and frustrated.

" i didn't mean to snap at you earlier. about the whole love tunnel thing. it's just . . . i don't know how to sit idly by while you dig your own grave. i don't know how to just be patient when you're being stupid. my job, as your best friend, is to tell you when you're being stupid so you'll stop being stupid but . . . i don't know." frowning, judy self-soothed by stroking her bare shins with her thumbs, cheek rested upon her knees, wisps of rogue hair from the ponytail holding on for dear life caressing her face and making her nose twitch. judy could feel nick's eyes on them, only making their stomach sink further, stretching an arm back behind her without looking and making a grabbing motion with her fingers; silently requesting the bottle. " i'll try harder, to be patient. . . but you need to try harder to talk to me. if you know i'm not the world, then stop treating me like i am. i just want you to be honest with me."

[stargazing15]

Mister grumpy chicken

Rooster x Wife reader & baby Nick

Warnings: you’re having a fight, very tired parents, will get fluffy

Enjoy!

***

It was one those days, or rather weeks. Nick hasn’t been sleeping well for over a week, due to teething, a growth spurt and he learned something new. The first night Bradley was still home but just as most nights he didn’t hear Nick crying, so it came all down on you and as of the next day he stayed at base for the rest of the week due to training. If you got lucky you got 4 hours of sleep in total. Once you held Nick in your arms he calmed down quickly, but getting him back in his bed was not that easy and before you knew it your alarm went off, again. This was your whole workweek, getting up early to take Nick to daycare, going to work, rushing back to daycare, taking Nick to the supermarket with you, getting back home to feed Nick, doing the laundry and trying to play with Nick in between, bathing him every other day, putting him in bed, cooking food for yourself if you didn’t forget, taking the laundry out of the washing machine, clear away Nick’s toys which are shattered all over the floor and by that time it was also time for you to get in bed. And the next day it was the same all over again, since some coworkers called in sick, you drowned in work and didn’t even have the time for some small talk at work.

You didn’t know how you managed to survive this hell week, but you sure looked and felt like a zombie. And just like that it was Friday, you didn’t work on Fridays so could take care of Nick since daycare was pretty expensive. Even though Nick had been playing well and had slept a bit, he started getting fuzzy knowing his dad would get home today. But as it eventually got 5 pm, Bradley still wasn’t home, so you send him a text with a picture of Nick saying he misses his dad.

After putting Nick to sleep at 7 pm, you finally heard the front door open when you almost felt asleep on the couch.

“Bradley, babe?” You got no answer as he walked right past you straight to the bathroom. With all your heart you wanted to join him, but you had no energy left so you dragged yourself to the bedroom letting yourself fall on the bed, still wearing your clothes. 

You got waken abruptly by getting poked in your side. “Nick’s awake, you go, I’m tired.” Bradley mumbled, you lifted your head up to look at your alarm clock, 20:25, time hadn't really passed and you were still wearing your jeans. 

“Bradley, can’t you please check on him for once, I apparently still need to change, and I haven’t slept we-“ before you got the chance to end you sentence, Bradley interrupted. “I’m the one who has been working hard this week and we had night flights, so believe me I am the one who’s tired! I’m gonna sleep on base, at least it’s quiet there!” He almost screamed at you, hearing his daddy yell resulted in Nick crying even harder.

“Bradley, please stay, Nick…” You tried to reason him with tears rolling down you face, but he had already taken his bag and left. “I can’t do this alone” you whispered to yourself.

You were able to calm Nick down for a minute, but he felt you were tense and started wiggling and whining in your arms. You didn’t want to bother anyone, but for both your and Nick’s sake you needed someone to help you out.

“Please, pick up” you whispered in the phone with tears falling down on your cheeks.

“Y/N? Hey! How’s everyt-” 

“Nat, can you please come over?” You interrupted her, “I can’t do it, Bradley… and Nick’s been having a hard time. Ssshhhh Nick, everything will be alright.” You sobbed and tried to coo Nick at the same time.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m on my way, tell me what happened.” As Natasha kept the line open during her ride over, you were able to tell her what happened. It felt good, finally able to talk to someone, so good that she arrived earlier than you expected.

“Woah, girl you look like shit.”

“Thanks," it was a complement compared to how you felt "can you take Nick over for a minute?” You asked while handing him over.

“Yes of course, I’ll try putting him in bed, you go take a shower, I think you might need one.” She was right, the hot water helped your muscles finally relax and for the first time this week and your head was just empty, no thoughts, no worries, just the sound of water.

When you got back to your bedroom to put your clothes away, Natasha joined you. 

“I called Jake, he was busy chasing a nurse, so he’s still on base, Bradley arrived safely and was one ray of sunshine, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s the matter with him today, but Jake’s gonna kick his ass in the morning.” She smiled. 

“Nat, you’re one hell of friend, I’m so thankful you took me in as part of that big idiot family.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s thankful, now I’m not the only girl anymore.” She said while hugging you, as you melted in her hug, she noticed your loneliness. “Do you want me to stay?” You nodded. “I don’t think mister grumpy chicken will mind that I take his place for the night.”

“Mister grumpy chicken” this was the first time this week you genuinely laughed. “I’m gonna change his name in my contacts to that. And I’m in for a girls-only sleepover, and Nick of course.” It was the first time this week that Nick has finally slept through the night, so did you. When you woke up and saw it was already 9 am, you hysterically ran to Nick’s room to find it empty, relieve washed over you when you heard his little squeals echo from the living room.

“I think a good night of sleep did wonders to the two of you, you look a lot better. Nick’s already been fed and playing like his life depends on it.”

“Thanks Nat. You’re the best!” You ran over to hear to give her a big, warm hug and immediately got interrupted by a giggling Nick. “Good morning to you too, come here.” You said while picking him up. “Nat, did you… did you hear something from Bradley?”

“Oh yes, Jake has had some fun already, he bunked with Bradley on base and Bradley is really regretting yesterday. He’s expecting you at the beach. Nick stays with me, we still have a lot to discuss, ain’t that right Nick?” You heard Nick answer with one of his cute “bababababa’s” “See, we’ll be okay? Would you mind if Bob came over? He misses this little goofball too.”

“No problem, I think Nick would love it, he adores uncle Bob.”

Since it was not that warm anymore, you put on jeans that hugged your waist nicely, a cute top and one of Bradley’s sweaters. When you arrived at the beach you got a text from Bradley where to meet him. Instantly your face lit up when you saw his new screen you had given him yesterday evening.

Grumpy chicken: look up and you’ll see me

When you looked at the beach, you couldn’t miss him. There he stood with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a couple of fluffy blankets in the other one. Seeing him like this you got flooded with memories from the time you met him, feeling the butterflies all over again.

“Hi baby.” You said while joining him. He quickly kissed you, letting you know everything was alright now.

“Hi sweetie, I’m so sorry I was selfish yesterday. I, uh, got you these.” He said while he gave the roses.

“Thank you, but I rather have one of those” while pointing at the fluffy blankets “and you to join me.”

“Oh my god, sorry, forgot, come here. You look good in my sweater.” You joined him on the sand, getting wrapped up together in one of the blankets, mumbling a small ‘thanks’. It felt nice, your body touching his, nuzzling your head in his neck, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulder, getting warm inside just from being with each other. 

“I’m sor-” “Shhh” you interrupted him. “Let’s just enjoy this.” You took his right hand that was wrapped around your shoulder in you right so your rings would touch. He got the message and kissed the top of your head, the two of you staying silent like this for a while enjoying each other’s presence and the sound of the waves, forgetting what happened yesterday.

“Can I still apologise?”

“Yeah now is okay.”

“I’m really sorry for my behaviour sweetie. You sacrificed already so much for us and I was just a dick to you, sorry I didn’t look at you and noticed how you were, Jake told me after Phoenix called this morning, he made me regret it with a cold water alarm.”

“You kinda deserved that,” you tried to imagine Hangman living his best life by doing such stunts, “it’s okay now, I should have let you know how bad the week has been, maybe we should get a babysitter more often so we can have some more us-time. We still need to learn, but that’s part of being parents now.”

“I’m so lucky with you, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You felt your phone go off, receiving an update from Phoenix and Bob. “Must be Nat.” You said while taking your phone, just then remembering you hadn’t opened your text from Bradley so it was sill visible on your lock screen.

“Who’s grumpy chicken?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the memory last night.

“You, you’re my grumpy chicken.”

“Seeing it makes you smile, I don’t mind it.”

[margotnetwork]

TUPPERBOX GUIDE PT.2 - FORMATTING

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>  There was a part of her where she knew her heart would soften and she was trying so hard to refrain from that happening “I know it’s hard but you need to open yourself up to me and I can help you do that but if you don’t feel comfortable because of our history I can always ask perhaps someone else? I can only understand how uncomfortable it must be for you” not that it was reverse psychology or that she didn’t want him here but Victoria could only do so much with a impenetrable box that had a lock on it and no key “Somethings on your mind. I can see it. What is it Vincent? Is it me? Is it because we dated? Is it your mom? You can talk to me. Or we can just sit here in pure silence which will only increase your anxiety”

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> The only thought in her head was ‘at least they were making progress’ even if it meant projecting his anger onto her it was some what okay because she could take it; “if I know someone is hurting in a relationship it’s also my duty of care to let that person go” voice remaining the same, clipboard balancing on her knee though it laid forgotten and dormant now “You seem to think that the decision was easy for me.  It wasn’t” eyes watching him pace, emotions decreasing rapidly. This is what had been held in and possibly what had him in the state where he was now “and I didn’t run into the arms of another man. You should know that I did not love and could not love another for years after you” feeling like she was in her own therapy session right now “everyone I tried to be with either looked like you or just reminded me of you and I couldn’t”  >  > Voice tender as the emotions being shared “and I did love my husband or at least I thought I did but Vin people are layered and sometimes you don’t get to see the other layers until it’s too late” not that she really wanted to go into this right now “besides I’m here to help you This isn’t about me whether you like that or not. You’ll always have a special place in my heart it’s just that some people no matter the time or situation aren’t right for each other and some people are stuck in situations that aren’t exactly easy to get out of” speaking mainly about herself but throwing in a sentence last minute to make it seem otherwise “which I’m sure you’re aware of”

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[pollyna]

notes more than anything else. (half mine and half @redhead-writes 🫶)

- Post mission de-aged Bradley, nobody knows about icemav even if they're married, and baby goose goes and calls Mav paps! and Ice dad! like 0.3 seconds a part in front of the whole fucking entire squadron;

- And maybe he de-ages to a moment when Carole was already starting to be sick, spend a lot of time in the hospital so Baby Goose was at home with Ice while Mav was in deployed and he finds himself on the carrier and Ice isn't anywhere to be seen and panics because papa papa where's dad why Dad isn't here? and everybody believes he's talking about Nick and Mav doesn't know what to do because is back is killing him but he doesn't want to let Bradley go;

- Mav literally has to pick him up because he's six and he wants to be hugged by his dad and he's wearing too big clothes and what are we playing at?

- Baby Goose is little but the carrier is full jets and be can't contain himself from pointing around and screaming "ARE THOSE PLANES? DID DAD FINALLY GET US ALLOWANCE TO FLY? DID YOU FINALLY CONVINCE HIM PAPA???" and, in the same sentence,"DID WE PAINT THE HELMET TOGETHER PAPA????"

- All in all, Bobby is the first one to get out of shock. He knows Maverick must be injured. So he talks with Bradley, introducing himself and how papa is a bit hurt, so Bob will be his own personal carrier for today. Promises that they will stay close to Maverick. Javy is next to get out of it and commands others getting food and juice, and maybe some kid clothes and tries to ask, very gently, which his Bradley's favourite food without making him noticing that they're taking Mav away;

- Natasha is inventing wild stories about dragons while he cuddles between Jake's arms, because he looks comfy, and everybody else's is there just looking out for him. Bob is the one with Maverick mostly because he seems to know if someone doesn't take the man to the infirmary, he won't go;

- there's then the small matter of Hondo calling Ice, who's in Washington D.C., and the moment his voice is on the other side of the phone Bradley doesn't hear anything else and starts crying because dad dad where are you papa is hurt please dad come to take us home. Ice is shocked. This sounds like their Baby Goose when he was little, and he can't think about Hondo pranking him on something that important. Especially when he doesn't know anything about Mav yet. So the man is on the first plane to his husband and son. It takes hours, and Bradley ends up sleeping with Mav and eats terrible pancakes cutted by little jets because Yale is that good with plastic knife and fork. And then he has this kid who's not taller than his knees that looks at him like he's his whole world and calls him dad and hugs him and oh oh god baby goose it's all okay, it's going to be okay;

- You look old dad. Were we separeted for so long?, baby goose asked, when they're both sitting by Mav. Papa looks old too, he has a lot funny lines over his face, but his voice is the same. Yours isn't what I remember it was! How could we be separated for so long? My stomach hurts so much when I think we dowhen I think we were apart! It's okay if you or papa can't take me up on your shoulder again, I still love you but please please I don't want to miss you anymore! Mav finds them like that, Bradley on Ice's lap, both of them crying softly and hugging each other. We're together now baby, everything's gonna be okay, papa and dad are here he murmurs kissing Ice's forehead and messing with Bradley's curls. We're going to fix this and when you'll be big again we're going to fix it all, I swear;

-It takes the aircraft five days to get back to coast and all the barracks are too small but the captain leaves the three of them his quarters and they sleep half on the floor and half of the bed, cuddling with baby goose and Mav feels like he's thirty again and nothing got wrong again. Ice kisses him a little harder and the whole world discovers them but it has so little relevance because, even if just for a little longer, they just want to enjoy what life gave them;

- Being ashore, with a kid between his arms and his husband's arm around his wrist, is probably one of the strangest sensation Mav ever felt. He dreamt of it for years, every time he was back from deployment and Ice had to wait him home because not even taking Bradley with him could justify their reaction. But now he has it all and they're going home;

- They fall asleep in front of the TV, dinner forgot on the table a couple of feels from them, baby Goose cuddling between Ice and Mav's chest. The next morning Bradley is back to being himself, and his first reaction is to run because that's Mav and Ice and he supposed to be resenting them but he can't move. Doesn't want to, at least for a little longer.

Loosely inspired by this fic.

[crazyk-imagine]

Play a Tune

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Assistant!Wolfe!Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace (implied)

Characters: Assistant!Wolfe! Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Brigham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Penny Benjamin

Briefly mentioned: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe

Warnings: SMUT, P n V, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, teasing, Bradley calling the reader a brat (more than once), he also really REALLY likes his name (some might say it’s a name kink), fluff, singing, Bob is reader’s bestie, Pete gets deja vu, shameless Hangman and Phoenix longing for each other tease, only Coyote knows about their feelings, mentions of papa Goose and papa Wolfman, there’s a lot to unpack here

Word Count: 9,843

Playlist for PAT: We Are the Champions by Queen

Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis

Footloose by Kenny Rogers

A/N: I didn’t plan on making this a smutty one but then before I knew it, it was. I have no regrets

*Reader is Wolfman’s daughter and technically has “two” call signs, (Mave and Wolfman were close after TG and all the competing and Goose’s death. Reader easily became Mave’s fav out of the four of you [your two brothers and sister, who are also in or have been to TG]. Mave always took you with him whenever he was out working on whatever and you two were always singing hence Harmony). Howler is reader’s official call sign, courtesy of her pop’s and because if it was a good mission she’ll howl in victory

*We all know Maverick is Rooster’s surrogate dad, but he doesn’t want to replace Goose, so he chose to be the “Uncle” figure

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You fall back onto the piano bench, messing up his classic go to song. You push yourself up, cringing at the sound of the wrong piano keys being played. You turn to Bradley, “sorry.” 

He smiles and shakes his head. 

You spin around, “you mind if I try something?” 

He says nothing, gesturing for you to go for it. You nod, fingers gliding along the keys, a familiar tune enters the bar. 

-

Bob takes notice of how more than half the bar moves closer to your side, close to crowding the piano. A smile stretches across his lips, he’s the only one who knows. 

-

I’ve paid my dues 

Your voice drifts through Bradley’s ears. 

Time after time 

It’s you. 

You’re the one who gets the entire bar involved… better than he ever could. 

Everyone’s heard you play before but, he was one of the few who were never lucky enough to put a face to the voice. 

I’ve done my sentence 

But committed no crime 

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the whole bar singing. He notices the nodding of your head; he turns and starts playing beside you. 

And bad mistakes

I’ve made a few 

He joins in.

A gentle smile dances cross your lips 

I've had my share of sand

Kicked in my face

But I've come through

The two of you sing. 

And we mean to go on and on and on and on 

You glance over your shoulder, “come on everybody. I see some familiar faces and I know you know this song.” 

Bradley shakes his head; a smile manages to stretch across his lips. He sometimes forgets how fun it can be at the Hard Deck. 

We are the champions, my friends

The customers at the bar sing in sync. 

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions

We are the champions 

-

Bob glances over at Natasha and Mickey (who aren’t paying attention to him, focusing on the way you make the crowd move in sync in a way none of the others have ever seen done as smooth as this before). 

The snacker shrugs heading over towards his friend. He stands beside the piano, too nervous to chime in. 

-

No time for losers 

'Cause we are the champions of the World 

You glance up to find the nervous man standing there, you offer him a smile, hoping to ease his nerves. 

Bob would rarely join in when it was the two of you or just you doing something just like this. He's always been more of a “I’ll watch a few people do it before I join in”. It’s gotten better over the years but there are times where he’s still that shy young man you met a few years ago… like now. He hesitantly smiles back, fiddling with his glasses. 

Bradley takes over, letting you move away from the bench. 

You grab Bob’s hand, pulling him closer so he can stand in front of the seat, you stand on now. You place your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sway side to side until he starts doing it on his own. 

The customers in the bar follow along and sway with the two of you. 

The man with a mustache (whose name you still don’t know) lowers his voice, letting yours (and Bob’s) overpower his. 

I've taken my bows 

And my curtain calls 

You glance over at the other pilots and point 

You brought me fame and fortune 

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all 

You wave them over with a smile. 

-

Mickey and Billy are the first to run over, standing on either side of Bob, the former doing his best not to stand in front of their fellow pilot. 

But it's been no bed of roses 

Neil and Callie stand beside Billy (who’s on Bob’s right). 

No pleasure cruise

 I consider it a challenge before 

The human race 

And I ain't gonna lose 

You gesture for the other customers to quiet down, giving the pilots and WSO’s time to shine. 

And we mean to go on and on and on and on 

Logan shoves Reuben and Bringham in your direction. 

We are the champions, my friends

And we'll keep on fighting till the end

We are the champions 

We are the champions 

Javy drags Jake closer to the piano, pointing to the blond when you all sing 

No time for losers 

Jake shoves Javy away from him with a small smile. 

'Cause we are the champions of the World 

A wide smile stretches across your lips as you raise your arms, wanting to hear everyone again. 

We are the champions, my friends 

The beautiful sound of her bar’s loyal customers singing your usual tune brings a smile to her face and Penny can’t help but join in. 

And we'll keep on fighting till the end 

We are the champions 

We are the champions 

You move Bob over to the one side of the piano, beside the kid with the buzzcut. You glance around, noticing how the other pilots you’ve seen here on numerous occasions now surround the piano. 

No time for losers 

'Cause we are the champions of the world 

You turn around, spreading your arms and fall back. 

Those in front of piano seat catch you, carefully setting you down. They kind of expected this because this is the way you usually end whenever you’re on the piano. 

You smile to those who caught you, “I thank you all.” 

-

You practically hop back over to the man with a mustache, plopping down beside him. “Hi.” 

He turns, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “hi.” 

“You ever gonna take those things off?” 

“’Fraid not. Gotta have some mystery, right?” 

You pretend to think about it, “I think not.” You lean over, gingerly snatching them off him, placing them on your head. “Ah ah,” you swat his hand. “You’ll get these beauties back after we get to know each other.” You stick your hand out for a handshake, “deal?” 

Now it’s his turn to pretend to think about it. He shrugs, “I guess.” 

You blink once, twice; a shiver runs down your spine as he lifts your hand closer to him. “Oh, you’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you?” 

He stares up at you through his lashes, his mustache tickling the back of your hand when he removes his lips to talk to you. “Do you want me to be?” 

“You answer my question with a question. Oh, yeah, you’re trouble.” 

“You wanna play another song?” 

“Maybe later,” you pat his shoulder, standing up. You lean against him, whispering, “how about a dance instead?” 

He says nothing. 

“You’ll get your aviators back,” you say in a sing song tone. 

He can’t lie, he’s intrigued and has been since he first heard you and the fact that you didn’t just call them sunglass like every other girl who’s chatted him up… interesting. “One dance?” 

“One dance,” you confirm with a nod. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, sweetheart.” He turns, his dashing chestnut eyes searching yours only to find mischief. 

“Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re in for.” 

Bradley narrows his eyes ever so slightly, “I’ll give you something to remember later.” 

You lean in closer, your nose bumping against his letting him think you were going to kiss him before you lean down closer to his ear, “I’m counting on it.” You step back, walking away knowing that he’ll follow (and if not, you’re catching up with Bob for the rest of the evening). You’re not even halfway across the room when you’re pulled back. You place your free hand on his chest as you set your other on his shoulder. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” 

He raises a brow, “sounds like someone’s a little full of themselves.” 

You shrug, “what can I say? I got my dad’s genes.” 

“I see.” 

“No, you really don’t.” 

“Maybe. Maybe not. That’s why I gotta talk to you, get to know you, right? So, I can know if that’s true or not.” 

You click your tongue, “you’re learning.” 

He smirks, pulling back spinning you around once before pulling you back into his arms, your back against his chest. “Think you can handle this?” 

“Oh, I know I can, the question, can you, pilot?” 

A breathless chuckle escapes him. “You know what I do.” 

“Affirmative.” 

“And yet, I still don’t know a thing about you.” 

“In due time. In due time.” He hums. 

Before you know it, you’re being spun around again, this time you laugh, finding yourself letting loose. 

You spin around, bumping into someone, aiming to quickly apologize until you look up. “Maverick!” 

“Harmony, you’re here?” 

“Sure, looks like it.” 

“Still giving me lip I see.” 

“Don’t give me that look. You know you’re happy to see me.” 

He sighs, “can’t say that I am.” 

You scoff, shoving his shoulder. 

Pete glances over your shoulder, finding Bradley getting closer. He uses his eyes to gesture to you. 

Bradley clenches his jaw, shaking his head. 

“You forgot this at Penny’s yesterday.” Pete holds your father hat in his hands. 

You take it with a smile, removing the aviators and switching it for something a little homier. 

“I see you two finally met,” says Pete, glancing between the two of you. 

“We who?” You ask. 

“You and Bradley.” 

“Bradley?” 

“Bradshaw.” 

“Oh. Oh.” You stare at the young man with wide eyes, until you change the subject. You lift the aviators up for him to see, “now you’re definitely not getting these back, Bradshaw.” 

His jaw drops, “now hang on a minute-” 

“You still owe me a dance,” you place your hand on his chest, trying to push him back towards the jukebox. 

He doesn’t budge. “I did dance with you.” 

“Oh, no you didn’t.” You walk around him, holding his wrist guiding him towards the jukebox while you hook the aviators onto the collar of your shirt. “I want a full dance with the one who sings, “you shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain-” 

“too much love drives a man insane.” 

A smile dances across your lips, you look over your shoulder, “atta boy. You’re gettin’ it now.” 

-

You push the number to get the song you want to play. He half expected you to play his song but raises a brow at the song of choice instead. You see the look he’s giving you, “don’t judge me, Bradley.” 

It takes him a second to respond. “I’m not- I’m not just- uh- find your song of choice interesting. That’s all.” 

“Liar.” You let go of his wrist, standing in the middle of the bar.

Been working so hard I’m punching my card 

Bradley’s fellow pilots look at you in confusion until three other customers stand beside you dancing with you. The pilot interested in you sucks in his bottom lip to keep from smiling more. 

Eight hours, for what? 

Oh, tell me what I got 

Bob joins you. 

I gotten this feeling 

That time's just holding me down 

Now that he thinks about it, you and Bob are pretty close. Have you two met before? Bradley knows Bob has a friend that should be coming to town… soon? 

I'll hit the ceiling 

Or else I'll tear up this town 

He musters all the courage that he could to stand in front of you, following your steps. 

You smile at him, “glad to see you could join us.” 

“You’re about to be more even more surprised.” 

Tonight, I gotta cut loose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes 

The mustached man sneaks his way beside you, holding his hand out for you. 

Please, Louise 

Pull me up off my knees 

Jack, get back 

C'mon, before we crack 

You slap your hand onto his open palm, letting him pull you close. 

Lose your blues 

Everybody cut footloose 

Jake leans closer to Javy whispering, “how is it that he can get the one interesting girl in this place?” 

“I don’t think that’s who you’re thinking of.” The cocky pilot jerks his head back, “what?” 

His friend raises a brow and tilts his head. 

He knows who Javy is talking about, but he doesn’t want to admit it. He gulps seeing Natasha smiling, watching as the bar becomes even more livelier than before… maybe this could be his chance to ask her out talk to her? 

Dig way down in your heart 

You're burning, yearning for some 

Somebody to tell you

That life ain't passing you by 

The music seems to disappear as you feel your hat being stolen off your head only to find that he’s wearing it. 

You don’t comment on it. 

He places your hands on his shoulders, letting you wrap your hands around his neck, thumb brushing against the edge of the hair on the back of his neck. 

-

Pete settles in a seat in front of his dearest Penny; his eyes wander around the bar, curious to see who’s here tonight and finds the two of you enjoying yourselves. 

A sad smile tugs at the corners of his lips, nostalgia hits him hard in his heart and clouds his mind with those precious and irreplaceable memories. He always hoped knew, he knew Bradley would find himself a good woman but seeing you two reminds him so much of Nick and Carole. 

The boy, now a man, certainly gained his confidence and flirting from his dad (Pete never quite knew how Carole accepted the dork he called a best friend, but anyone could see the love they shared so it didn’t matter). And tonight, he can see that flame being reignited with the two of you. 

Pete shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink wondering how his nephew is gonna be able to handle you. 

Wolfman was… a lot to some but still a damn good RIO (obviously since he was in Top Gun) overall your dad was an interesting man. He always found it funny when you didn’t quite go for the same route your dad did, but Pete and Leonard are proud of you non the less. 

-

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. What are you thinking about?” asks Bradley. 

“How you seem to pull of that hat better than me.” 

He huffs out a chuckle, “I don’t think that’s possible, but I’ll take the compliment. Now, stand right here.” He reaches for the aviators, slowly pulling off and out of your shirt, setting them on your head like you did earlier. “Now, we both look good.” 

“Is this the type of claim that a dog has when it pees on a tree?” 

He stares at you with a confused expression as he laughs at your comment before calming down. “I’m not gonna lie and say I’d be happy to see you dancing with another person.” 

You stare at him through your lashes, “then we’re in agreement?”

He nods, “seems we are.” 

“We’re dance partners.” “We’re together.” 

You tilt your head, “if we’re together, I don’t know because someone didn’t ask.”  

He squints his eyes, thinking back to everything that’s happened tonight. “Seems like you’re right… how about this, we continue our dance and I take you out on a date, a proper one. We can talk and get away from all this.” 

You know he’s mainly referring to the crowd. “As long as we can trade back.” 

He sucks in air through his teeth, “I don’t know, I think I look good right now.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “cocky pilots.” 

He smirks, leaning down to whisper, “you have yet to find out how cocky I can be.” 

You scoff, turning your head to the side, unable to take his “flirting” at this current moment. “You’re so gonna be trouble for me.” 

He shakes his head, unwrapping your arms from him. 

You open your mouth to ask him what’s going on, you’re walking towards the register settling your tabs. “Brad-” 

He shushes you, “this is a pre-date to our actual date.” 

“Pre-date?” 

“Just keep quiet while I take care of you.” 

You narrow your eyes at the bar top, mimicking him under your breath. 

-

Pete chuckles, finding the situation amusing reminding him of when Nick was just beginning to woo Carole.

You hear him and make your way over to him. “Why didn’t you tell me he was such a- a-” 

“Such a?” Pete asks with a smirk, finding this whole thing hilarious. 

“A punk.” 

The laugh that was waiting to escape gets caught in his throat. “That’s one way to describe him.” 

“I mean, I know I’m no saint but jeez, am I that bad?” 

“You? No. No,” he shakes his head. “…Maybe a little but it’s okay.” 

You shove his shoulder, “you’re supposed to be nice to me.” 

“You wanted an honest answer.” 

“I never asked for an honest answer.” 

“I thought it was implied.” 

“You thought-” You narrow your eyes at him, “you’re an evil, evil man, Maverick.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle, “oh, my call sign. I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?” 

Bradley wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back. He leans down to whisper, “I gotta talk to Mav for sec, you mind talkin’ to Penny in the meantime?” 

You turn your head, tilting it up to look at him, “you just don’t want me to ease drop on your boy talk, huh?” 

There’s that smirk he’s come to know and have a very strong liking to. “Humor me, won’t you?” 

“Fine, fine. Have your boy talk.” You wave him off, detaching yourself from him. 

“It’s not boy talk, that sounds weird.” 

“You’re the one that said it first,” you argue. 

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. 

“See now with the way you’re silent. I win.” 

He scoffs, shaking his head. “No, no, you really don’t.” 

“Oh, but I do, Bradshaw.” 

He slaps his hand over his heart, “oh, last name. You wound me.” 

“You’ll get over it.” 

He shakes his head, watching you lean over the counter, talking to Penny before turning to Pete. Bradley leans over, giving Pete a side hug, whispering, “I’m takin’ her out on a proper date.” His uncle gives him a smile, nodding, “you treat her right, okay?” 

“Of course, I am. What kind of man do you take me for, huh?” Pete shakes his head, “I’m just trying to warn you. You mess with her; you’ll be in for a world of hurt. Her words, not mine.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just doing what you said.” 

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?” 

“Don’t think.” 

The smile falls from his face. 

“Bradley-” 

“How can I think about anything when it feels so right.” 

It feels like he’s been sent back to youth, that nostalgic feeling has returned. Pete shakes his head that smile from before slowly creeps back onto his lips. “You two have fun, alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Later old man,” you say, stealing Bradley away from him.

-

He watches as the two of you leave. 

Penny steps closer, leaning down so he can hear her. “You, okay?” 

Pete whirls his head around to look at her, “yeah. Never been better, Penny.” 

“What’s that smile for?” 

“Nothing, nothing just uh- thinking about the past.” 

“Is that a good thing?” 

One corner of his lips tugs upwards, “yeah, definitely a good thing.” 

-

“Come on,” he groans. 

“I am not as fast as you Bradley, give me a-” your cut off by your own screech when you’re thrown over his shoulder. You use one hand to push yourself up and the other to hold the aviators. 

You look up and find Bob dancing with one of the nicer, less rowdy girls you’ve noticed come into the bar once or twice. Your eyes wander around the room, trying to catch anyone’s attention to “help” you, only to find Natasha dancing with Jake. You’ve got a wide smile stretching across your face not only because those two idiots finally did something about the tension between them but also because you’re about to earn half, if not all the bet money. 

The last few verses of the sang play as the door closes. 

Everybody cut, everybody cut 

Everybody cut, everybody cut 

Everybody cut, everybody cut

(Everybody) everybody cut footloose

Your feet are finally on the ground again. You huff, smacking his arm. 

“What was that for?” He whines, rubbing his arm. 

“Don’t you have any manners.” 

“Manners?” 

“If you’re gonna toss someone over your shoulders like a sack of potatoes, you should at least have the decency to ask first.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wanted to get out of the one place that wouldn’t let me hear your beautiful voice.” 

You throw a fake glare in his direction as you cross your arms, careful not to break the aviators you hooked onto the collar of your shirt again. “Don’t try to sweet talk me now, Bradshaw. You’ve already got my attention.” 

“I do, don’t I?” 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, it doesn’t look good on you.” 

“That’s rude, sweetheart.” 

“Tell me where your takin’ me.” 

“I don’t know if I want to take you anywhere now.” 

“Oh, now you-” you groan, “must you be such a pain in my ass.” 

“I don’t about that. I mean unless you’re into that kind of thing,” he winks at you. 

You throw your head back, laughing. “You just don’t stop, do you?” 

“Nope. Guess you were right. You do have your hands full with me.” 

You bite your lip to prevent you from smiling more but fail. “Take me away or lose your one chance to talk to me.” 

“Get in the car.” 

“Bossy.” 

A smack fills the air. 

You glance over your shoulder, mouth agape. 

“Don’t talk back to me,” he says as if that excuses him from smacking your ass. 

“You are not the boss of me, mister.” 

He hums, “that’s what you think.” 

You roll your eyes, ready to open the door when he beats you to it. You stare at him for a second. “So, you can be a gentleman?” 

“Who says I’m not?” 

“No one. No one.” 

He hops into the driver’s seat, shutting the door. “If I let you choose the music, will I regret it?” 

You shake your head, “no… but something tells me with the way you dress, we’ll be fine.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks with a curious tone. 

“Your style is a little outdated compared to everyone else but, I think it suits you.” You snatch your hat off his head, placing it onto its rightful place. 

“That hardly seems fair.” 

“What does?” 

“The fact that you got your hat back and I don’t have my aviators.” 

You let out a quiet huh. “Guess you’re right. Turn towards me.” 

He turns, you carefully set the glasses on him, staring at him once they’re on him. “What is it?” asks Bradley. 

“You look very…” you peck his lips, “handsome.” You pull back, leaning into the seat, waiting for him to drive. 

He turns his head towards you, “again, that hardly seems fair.” 

“What does?” 

“You got the first kiss and here I was being all cute, waiting for the right time. Shame,” he shakes his head, further adding to the joke. 

The corners of your lips tilt up ever so slightly, one side off to the side; you scoot closer to the middle console, placing your hand on his thigh. “Oh, darlin’ we’ll be doing a lot more than what we’ve been doing tonight.” 

Bradley shakes his head, “will we now?” 

You tilt your head to the side, resting it on the seat, “that all depends on you,” you pat his thigh. 

He starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot, “promises, promises.” 

You lift your hand off his thigh. 

He stops you from taking your hand off him and sets it back on his thigh, letting his hand weigh down on yours. 

“That will be fulfilled.” 

He hums, “don’t temp me.” 

“Oh,” you shake your head, “I would never.” 

The drive is nice; it’s quiet, the wind blowing through your hair as you keep one hand on your head to prevent you from losing your hat. “Where we going?” you ask. 

He doesn’t say anything for a second. 

You cut him off before he can even answer. “Do you feel that?” 

“Feel what?” 

“Is it- is it raining?” 

“What? No.” 

Not even five minutes later, it’s pouring. 

You ask him if he knows where the closest supermarket in your neighborhood is, which he does, you direct him to your house after he passes the store’s parking lot. 

-

You two run out of the car, you hurry to open the door. 

“Come on. Open it, open it.” 

“I am trying,” you hiss at him. 

“Okay… could you try to open it faster?” 

“I am this close,” you pinch your fingers, “to leaving you out here.” 

“Your fingers are touching,” he points out. 

“Exactly, so don’t temp me.” 

“Don’t be like that.” You open the door, shoving your hand onto his chest, “ah ah.” 

“What?” 

“You were nothing but mean to me when I was rushing to open the door. That’s very rude of you, you know.” 

“I’ll make it up to you when my clothes aren’t sticking to me.” 

“Promises, promises.” 

“That I intend to fulfill.” 

You stare at him with a blank expression, turning around, walking further into the house. “Take off your shoes, you’re not tracking anything into my place.” 

He’s quick to enter, doing as you asked. 

You walk back into the hallway, holding out a towel for him which he happily takes. 

“So, you- uh- you live here alone?” 

“Usually, yeah.” You flip your hair over, placing the towel on the back of your head, wrapping it. You flip your head up, holding the towel to make sure it doesn’t fall off your head. You blow out a breath of air, finding him staring at you. “What?” 

He shrugs, “nothing. So, you’re usually here alone?” 

“Yeah, just depends on if my brothers or sister gets deployed in town.” 

“Okay.” 

“I guess you could call it a family frat house.” 

He chuckles. “Is it still a frat house if your sister stays here.” 

“Probably not but we don’t need to go into the specifics… Do you want to shower or eat first?” 

“I’m fi-” 

“Don’t tell me that. C’mon, we’ve been at the bar for hours with little to no food and if you tell me that you’re not starving I’m gonna tell you that you’re full of shit and force you to eat something.”  

“Alright, alright. I- uh- can I shower first?” He asks with a low tone, sounding almost like he was nervous. 

“Follow me. I’m sure I can find something my brothers left behind that you can borrow.”

-

You bend down checking the bottom dresser drawers for sweatpants (your brothers never wear anything but comfy, pajama like things around the house). You move up grabbing a shirt and a pair of boxers. “All of this is clean, I promise. I buy new stuff a few days before any of them come over, so all of this is new.” 

“I’d just be happy with a towel if you had nothing.” 

“I’m sure you would.” 

Neither of you say anything but the way your pupils dilate tells the other all they need to know. 

“Alright, bathrooms in the room just open that one there,” you point to it. “And you’ll be all set. I’ve got to do a couple things since the rain’s getting heavier. Will you be fine on your own?” 

He gives you a small smile, “I’ll be fine. The question is, will you?” 

“Ten minutes away from you?” You place the back of your hand on your forehead, “whatever will I do without seeing your pornstache’?” 

“Hey, hey, don’t hate on the stache’.” 

Your hand falls off your forehead; you state at him with a serious expression. “Oh, believe me. I’m not.” 

-

“Have fun. Just know if you’re in there for too long I’ll know what you’re doing,” you shout from the hallway. 

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” 

“Thinking about me a little too hard.” 

Bradley looks down, realizing that you did see the bulge in his shorts. His top lips curls in annoyance, this is not how he wanted you to see him… at least, right now. 

-

You make sure all the windows and doors are locked and closed properly before looking around your kitchen hoping to find something good to make that’ll fill your belly’s. 

You sigh, removing the towel from your head opting to clip up your hair. You turn your phone on, searching for the music app, playing your most recently played playlist leaving it on the counter away from the area you’ll be using. 

You aren’t paying too much attention to the sounds of the water from the shower, aiming to not think about a wet… naked… Bradley. 

And, your mind is straying, you return your focus to the food in the pan. 

Your soul leaves your body, and you lose your breath when Bradley wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into his embrace. “Smells good.” 

“I sure as hell hope so since you just scared the living daylights out of me.” 

“You look fine to me.” 

You open your mouth to respond when he adds on. “No, you don’t fine- I mean you do, don’t get me wrong you do but, fine isn’t the right word I’d use. There are too many that could be used to describe you right now, but I can’t pick one.” 

“Suck up. Okay, here’s the plan. I'm gonna put the lid back on, let this cook on low while you stay here or watch something in the living room so I can go take a shower.” 

“Okay,” he pecks your lips, letting you go. 

You run out of the kitchen, stopping in the doorway of your room, realizing how relationshipy that was and how it brings butterflies to your stomach as you think about how much you liked it… and him. 

-

A knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts. “Hey.” 

“Yeah?” 

“You, okay in there?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“You’ve been in here for a while, I was wondering if you were okay.” 

There he goes being a sweetheart. 

“I was just enjoying the hot water a little too much, I guess. I’ll be out in a few alright?” 

“Okay.” 

-

“Oh, you’re still here.” You clench the top of your towel tighter, unsure of what to do with your hands. 

“Yeah.” He pushes himself off your bed, standing in front of you. 

Your eyes follow his every move.

Bradley bends his head, leaning into you; his eyes switching back and forth between yours, “is this, okay?” 

“Depends.” 

“Depends on what?” 

“How far are you willing to go?” 

“How far are you?” 

You take a step forward, placing a hand on his forearm will your unoccupied hand plays with the hairs on the back of his neck. 

“Because I know what I want to do.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I want to take my time with you, watch you unravel as I make you feels thing no other guy has ever made you feel.” 

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself," you tease. 

"It might be," he leans in, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes as if he’s trying to get a glimpse of your soul. “But it’d be worth it if I got to spend the night with you.” 

“I must be pretty special then, huh? Out of all the ladies at the bar, the Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw wants to have his way with little ol’ me.” 

“You seemed like the only one who’d put up with my ass.” 

“More like I’d be the only one daring enough to do all that I could with it.” 

“Careful there, sounds like you might be insinuating something you might not mean.” 

“But we both know I mean it.” 

“We do.” 

“Stop talking and kiss me,” you breathe out. 

He cups your cheeks, pulling you closer as he invades more of your space. 

You open your mouth, letting his tongue pass your lips, mingling with yours. You feel the cold wall against your back. A low whine comes from the back of your throat. 

He pulls back, smiling as he brushes his thumb against your cheekbone. 

“Guess you like to be a little rough when you’re with a girl, huh?” 

“What do you mean?” He asks between the kisses he makes (of course, leaving a hickey or three for all to see) as he trails down your neck. 

“You could have easily spun me around towards the bed.” 

His breath fans across the place where your neck and shoulder meet as he chuckles. “You complaining?” 

“Oh, no. Definitely not.” 

“Good.” He moves away from your collarbone, moving up so he can kiss you again. 

Suddenly you slap his shoulders. 

He jerks back, staring at you with wide eyes and terrified expression. “What? What? Are you okay? Should we stop?” 

“Oh, we are not stopping.” 

“Then why did you hit me?” 

“The food.” 

“I turned it off before I came up here.” 

You scoff through your nose, “so, you did plan on seducing me?” 

“No, no. No, I didn’t. I actually wanted to talk but then you came out wearing this surprisingly,” his hands travel down, landing on your hips, “soft towel and- and-” 

“You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

“Yes!” spills out of his mouth before he can think. He pauses his movements, realizing what he said. “No, I mean no. Now you’re just twisting my words.” 

“You’re spouting the truth without my help, darlin’.” Your hands slid across his shoulders, moving down onto his chest. “Why are you wearing your shirt? I put this in the dryer, so it was dry and for you to have something of your own to wear.” 

His mustache twitches as he fights the urge to smirk. “I wanted it to be fair.” He hands travels down further, fingertips brushing against your thigh near the edge of the towel. “I mean I have something to rip off you, I thought you’d like to do the same thing to me but,” he extends the word. “Since I seem to be wrong,” he pulls away to take off his shirt, “I’ll just get rid of it myse-” 

You rip the shirt open, buttons ripping off flying across the room, bouncing off walls, falling to the floor. You glide your hands along the top of his shoulders, getting your hands underneath the shirt so you can shove it off him. 

The shirt falls into the crease of his elbows. His hands are on your waist again. 

“Take it off.” 

“So bossy,” he says with a teasing tone. 

“Says the one doing the teasing.” 

“Me? If anything, I’m doing the persuading.” 

“Is that how you see it?” 

He nods. 

“Well then it seems like you’ll be working hard all night long.” 

“Someone is very confident in themselves.” 

You scoff, “like you haven’t thought about it.” 

“Why would I go and do a thing like that?” 

“Because you’re a horndog and don’t know how to handle me,” you finish with an “innocent” smile stretching across your lips. 

Bradley’s eyes darken, he leans in. 

You find yourself leaning in without realizing it. 

“You’re gonna regret saying that baby.” His hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place. 

You gulp whatever saliva was in your mouth, at the thought of what’s about to happen. “Am I?” 

He steps to the side, guiding you towards the bed. “Just can’t be quiet for one second, can you?” 

You try not to focus on the heat building up in your core, instead, you enjoy the feeling of his bare chest against your towel covered body. You hiss as the cold air hits your body; you know your nipples are harder than they were just a second ago. “Could’ve given a girl a little warning,” you grumble. 

He moves closer to you, one hand on your stomach, holding you tight against him. He leans his head down to whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me to be nice. I thought you said, you expected me to be rough with the way I moved you to the wall instead of the bed.” 

You don’t say anything. 

“Did I finally stump you? You have no comeback now? Aw,” he mocks you. 

“Shut up.” 

“There she is.” 

“You keep talking like that I’m leaving.” 

He picks you up, tossing you onto the bed, crawling over you. He gives you a cheeky smile as he hovers above you. “I don’t think you want to.” 

“Maybe not,” you reach down for his belt without removing your gaze from his. 

His stomach clenches as your fingernails scrap against his skin. 

“Or maybe I’m trying to annoy to the point you’ll fuck the brat out of me.” 

A shaky breath slips through his lips, he glances down, observing your moving hands. His head snaps back up to you, he cracks a smile. “Well, now that I know you’re plan. I’m not gonna do that.” 

“Or maybe I’m pulling some reverse psychology shit.” 

He crawls off you, removing the last piece of clothing he has on. 

You scoot up, resting on the pillows as you watch his every move. 

“Either way you’ll be left with a smile on your face.”

His hand wraps around your ankle, he jerks your body closer to him as he climbs onto the bed. He’s on his knees, heels digging into his calves. 

You can feel his hard on pressed against your warm core. You roll your hips, tired of the waiting and the talking. “Come on,” you whine. 

He shakes his head, grip tightening on your hips as he holds his breath. 

You can see the veins forming along the sides of his neck; you can’t help but wonder- “do you have a veiny dick?” 

He chokes out a laugh. “What?” 

“You’re holding your breath and I can see them on the side of your neck,” you reach up, brushing your finger over it. 

He shivers, “okay, you can stop now.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to.” 

“You will if you know what’s good for you.” You stick your tongue out at him. 

He tuts, shaking his head. “You have no shame, do you?” 

“Seems like it but, that’s what drew you to me,” you throw a wink in his direction. 

He doesn’t look back at you as he trails kisses along the base of your neck, being sure to focus on the area where your neck and shoulder meet then moving along your collarbone. 

You scratch the back of his head as he does so, needing to keep your hands occupied. 

“Someone’s greedy.” 

He says nothing as he fondles your chest, kneading one breast while he leaves hickies and sucks on the other one; he takes his time giving each breast the same amount of attention.

You don’t want to move, in any way that would let him know how much he’s affecting you right now, but your body and your brain aren’t in sync. You roll your hips; quiet cries escape you. 

He almost doesn’t hear them, but you can tell by the air huffing out of his nose onto your skin that he finds it amusing. 

You could care less as he moves back down you, kissing the sides of your body. 

His mustache tickles as he leaves hungry kisses against your ribs, sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey or two (that’ll definitely stays on you for a couple of weeks). 

This results in your body jerking, curling into itself. 

He stops, resting on his knees as he caresses your leg. “Hey, now. If you want to feel good, you’ll stop.” 

“But I already feel so good.” 

“Don’t give me those fake doh eyes, sweetheart,” his face is less than an inch from yours, “because we both know I can make you feel really good.” 

You lift your leg up onto his hip, heel barely digging into the flesh of his curvy bottom. “And that’s exactly why I’m riling you up.” 

He shakes his head, letting your leg fall of him. The hair on his lip continues to tickle you as he nips at the inside of your thighs. 

You huff, curling your fingers in his hair, tugging on it. 

He groans, the vibration of the noise makes you smirk. 

You know exactly how to rile ‘em up. 

“You sure you’re alright with all of this?” He asks as he stares at your glistening bare slit. 

You’re too into your thoughts, feeling cocky to notice Bradley’s movements. 

Your jaw drops open. You look down, his head pops up. “Why?” You whine. 

“You weren’t paying attention,” he says with a serious tone even though your wetness shines on his lips and in the hairs of his mustache. 

“So, that means you play with me to get my attention?” 

“Yeah.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m so close to leaving you high and dry.” 

“I think it’s the other way around, sweetheart.” 

“You are such a-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss, the taste of you mingling with your shared saliva as his tongue enters your mouth. 

You move one hand towards his side, poking him hard. 

“Ow.” 

“Don’t cut me off like that then.” 

“I thought you wanted me to treat you like the brat you are.” 

You gasp, partly because of what he said but also because of his fingertip slowly entering you. 

“I can try and tame the brat in you, but I want to make sure you can enjoy it, yeah?” 

You give him a mumbled response, nodding your head. 

“I’m gonna need you to open your eyes for me.” 

Your eyes snap open, you didn’t realize you’d shut them in the first place. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “you ready to start enjoying the night?” 

You clench around his fingers in response. 

“Just remember you asked for it.” He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in and out of your core, oh no, he would never do such a thing. 

You fight the urge to close your eyes, wanting to see how he looks going down on you. 

Bradley swipes at your buzzing bundle. 

You jerk, head bobbing forward. 

He does it a few more times before he starts sucking on your clit and doing a “come hither” motion with his fingers. 

You can’t say anything, can’t tell him how good it feels with him doing- whatever it is he’s doing, your mind is fuzzy as he continues. 

He switches from sucking on your bundle to licking it.

He is the least bit relentless as he speeds up the pace of which his fingers are moving at. 

You cry out, hips rolling and thrusting against him; it’s hard to stop when you feel so good, so good and you let him know. “So good. So good.” 

He lifts his head, thumb rubbing your clit so he can talk, “knew I’d get the brat out of you so you can be good for me.” 

You open your eyes, staring at the ceiling, a shaky chuckle comes out before you can say anything. “Believe-” you moan, “believe me you didn’t, hon- honey.” 

“Guess that means I gotta try harder.” 

You smile, closing your eyes, “yeah.” Your head snaps up, staring at the devilish, hunk of a man, “wait- what?” 

He speeds up the pace, his fingers hammering in and out of you so fast you don’t know what to do. 

Your thighs are shaking almost closing in on him but with his one hand on your thigh, keeping you spread for him prevents his erotic death from happening. “Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god.” 

“My name’s not God, sweetheart.” 

A throaty moan comes out as your answer. “Shut- shut up.” 

“Say my name and you’ll be a happy girl.” 

You can feel yourself getting closer. 

“Say it.” 

“Brad-” you moan as he speeds up his pace even more, sucking on your buzzing bundle again. How is it possible for him to go this fast and not get a wrist or finger cramp? Why are you thinking about that right now? “Oh. Oh. Brad- ohhh- Brad-” is all that slips off your tongue. 

He moves away from your heat with a pop, you groan in annoyance. 

Your hands clench the sheets between your hands, not wanting to rip his hair out (because boy, oh boy, does he make you feel like a winner). 

“Come on, sweetheart. Just a few more letters.” 

You throw your head back, mouth agape wanting to say more but with the way your body tingles, it doesn’t happen. 

Bradley’s hand sneaks its way up your torso, playing with your gorgeous tits for a few minutes; tugging and pulling at your nipples, wanting to make you feel good (and his touch everywhere) right now until he can properly have his way with you. 

You can feel his hand on your neck, and you know he can feel the way your pulse increases at this motion. 

He doesn’t stop there though, he grips your jaw with one hand, forcing your head down clearly wanting you to look at him. 

Your eyes snap open, dilated pupils hiding your natural eye color. 

His ego skyrockets at the sight of your fucked out expression even though he’s barely done anything to you. 

“You say my name one time right now and I’ll reward you for being such a patient brat. How’s that sound?” 

You nod; you would give him anything he asked for at this moment if it meant you could cum. He slips his fingers into your mouth. 

“Say it.” 

You stare at him with pleading eyes and what seems to be a (pathetic) confused expression as you suck on his fingers. 

“Say. It.” 

You moan, your vibrations sending a wave of confidence and horny through him. 

“Say it and you’ll get what you want.” 

You shake your head. 

He sighs, removing himself from you. 

“Wh-” you try to say only to find yourself face first into your sheets, “woah!”

The movements of him behind you tells you that you’re about to enjoy yourself. 

His hands are on your waist, pulling you up closer. He lines himself up against you; you arch your back, hips rolling against him. He bends down, “all you had to do was say one simple word, but you couldn’t even do that.” 

You scoff, dropping back down onto the mattress, “whatever.” You nibble on your bottom lip, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. 

Bradley smacks your ass, chuckling at your surprised yelp. He grips your hips, forcing the lower half of your body off the bed and onto his lap. He releases one your hips, rubbing his stiff, covered cock against your core. “You still good? You with me?” 

“How can I not be when you’ve barely done anything?” 

“Just remembered you asked for it.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He slowly slides in, not wanting to hurt you (or blow his load too soon). His hips snap against yours, you lurch forward, unsure of how to balance yourself having never been this full before. 

You pray this never has to end until he pulls out, leaving his dripping, latex covered cock in you before he hammers into you once more. You rest your forehead against your arm, hands clenching the sheets and he continues to take you higher and higher on a euphoric level. 

The only noises in the room are skin slapping against, his quiet groans and the quiet gasps that escape you. 

You do, God, you want to call out his name so bad, so, so bad but don’t just to drive him crazy. 

“Say it.” 

“Say what?” You ask with a smirk. 

He growls, hauling your torso upwards against him; his hand rests on your neck, not squeezing the area but still letting you know who’s in control (right now). “Say it,” he hisses into your ear. 

“No.” 

His free hand slides down your side, moving towards the front of your belly. He moves lower and lower until he finds what he’s looking for. He doesn’t start you off at a slow pace to ease you in, he’s quick to circle your clit, moving at the same speed his hips thrust into you. 

Your moans are louder than before, you whine. “Roost- Rooster.” 

“Uh-uh. Say my name. Not my call sign, baby.” 

Your breathing becomes more ragged as he speeds up which you didn’t think was possible. “N- no.” 

A loud sigh enters your ear but you’re unfazed until the euphoria and tingling leaves you. 

You fall forward, bracing yourself before you could face plant into the crumpled sheets. Your head snaps in his direction. “Why?” You whine. 

He sticks his bottom lip out, throwing an unsympathetic pout your way. “Poor baby.” He leans down, pulling you back into his lap. 

You sit back onto his lap, his hard cock resting against the curve of your bottom. Your hands holding onto his thighs, hoping to inch closer to the one thing your needy for right now. 

His hand finds its way back to your neck, guiding your head back onto his shoulder. “Are you gonna be a brat the whole night?” 

A light chuckle escapes you, “no… not the whole night.” 

“Is that more bratty behavior I’m sensing?” 

“Bratty, never. Slight defiance, maybe.” You tilt your head, looking up at him, “are you not enjoying it?” 

One side of his mouth tugs upward, “good to know.” He pushes you off him, turning you around. 

Your arms lock around the back of his neck, your chest against his. 

He sets his hands under your thighs as he moves off the bed. 

“Where were going?” 

“Somewhere I’m sure you’ll be able to scream my name.” 

Your back hits the nearest wall, not hard enough to knock the wind out of you. Your chest heaves with every breath you take, anticipation floods through your veins. “Oh, yeah?” 

“I’m counting on it.” 

“Someone’s c-” 

His hips snap, this position much better more filling than before as he fills you to the brim. “Was the word you’re looking for,” he pulls his hips back and snaps into you once more. “Cocky?” 

“Don’t,” a shaky breath comes out of you, “don’t get too- confident there. It’s not- a- ah- ah- good look on you.” 

“Okay.” 

You tilt your head up, closing your eyes once they roll into the back of your head. Your nails dig into the side of his neck and shoulder. “Br-” 

“Come on now. Say it.” 

“Brad-” A high pitched moan cuts you off. “Brad-” 

“Just a little more, sweetheart.” He observes the way your mouth opens, the ideas running through his head make him slow down. 

Your head snaps up, “no. No. Not again. Please?” You ask with a whiney tone, hips rolling against his to make a point. 

He moves closer, his chest against yours as he focuses solely on making you cum right here and right now. One hand sneaks between your body’s, his thumb circling your buzzing bundle. 

You start clenching around him. 

“That’s it, just a little more.” 

Your breathing stutters, it’s too much. “Brad- Brad-” 

“Don’t give up now. You’re so close to getting what you want, sweetheart.” 

You cup his cheeks and yank his head closer, wanting to feel him everywhere. You push his head away from you, keeping him close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips. You stare into his pretty chesnut eyes and whisper, “Bradley.” You think you hear his breath hitch before you close your eyes, vision going white. You stutter his name in slow, unsteady breathes as he helps you ride out your high. 

He hardly slows his pace, giving you enough time to catch your breath. 

You open your eyes, blinking a few times to focus on him. Your chest heaves as you take deep breathes, your fingers curl in his hair gaining his attention. “If we- God, man what did you do to me?” 

He smirks, “I made you feel good.” 

You scoff, tugging on his hair; he grunts, his grip tightens on your hip and thigh. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.” You lick your lip, wetting it on purpose to distract him. 

His gaze does indeed travel down giving you the opportunity to clench around his length. 

He stills inside you, head in the crook of your neck with his mouth latched onto the skin of your shoulder, you can feel his groans vibrating against your skin followed by the faintest whisper of your name. 

You hum, petting the back of his head, “did lose your composure, big boy?” 

He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes at you. “You know exactly what you did.” 

An evil smile stretches across your lips, “I do, and I don’t regret it one bit.” You tap his shoulder, “now let me go.” 

“You sure you want me to do that?” 

You purse your lips, “okay, you cocky man. Here’s what’s going to happen,” you point to him. “You’re going to help me walk to the bathroom so we can both shower because I’m not gonna lay in a bed with a sweaty guy, unless you’re not staying then-” 

“I’m staying,” he interrupts. “If- if… that’s okay.”  

“Your cock is literally still inside me and you wonder if you spending the night is okay. Oh, I’m definitely keeping you.” 

He scoffs through his nose, “I didn’t realize I was a pet, sweetheart.” 

“You are, now take me to the shower or lose your place in my bed.” 

He pulls his semi hard cock out of your, now, pulsating core. 

You unwrap your legs from his waist, giving the hint that you want to walk (with his assistance of course). 

You two make it to the bathroom with little to no issues (all thanks to the hunky man).

-

After standing in the shower, letting the warm water roll down your body’s, relaxing you. 

It takes less than an hour for the two of you to fall asleep, you in a t-shirt and him in his (now washed and dry) boxers. 

-

Bradley’s still sleeping. 

You purse your lips, jealous that he can sleep some more than you. Your eyes wander around the dark, barely lit room; you stop at the sight of his shirt. 

You get out of bed, slipping your feet into your slippers not wanting to feel the cold floor, pausing to look back at him, sighing out a relief that he’s still asleep. Next time you’ll be careful when getting out of bed. 

You grab the shirt, gripping it tightly when you think about that last part again. “Next time?” Your head snaps over at the snoring, adorable, mustached man in your bed, tangled in the sheets. The corner of your lips tugs upwards, a gentle smile dancing across your lips, “next time, indeed.” 

You walk over to the window, opening the blinds a bit so little natural light can escape and brighten your room up in an hour but, in the meantime, you’ll settle for your headlamp. 

You reach into the drawer of your nightstand, grabbing the headlamp before opening your closet, searching for your sewing kit. 

You sit back on the bed carefully setting your kit in front of you, not wanting to lose your needles (you did that once and let’s just say it was not a fun night). 

-

Bradley rolls over and opens one eye; he smiles, staring at you, resting his head on his hand. "What're you doing?" 

You finish working on this button, you were lucky to get three done before he woke up. 

"Fixing your shirt." 

"You didn't have to do that." 

You take the headlamp off your head, rubbing your forehead. "I felt bad." 

"Why?" 

You sigh, "hang on." You open the blinds and run out into the living room, taking a picture frame off the table nearest to the wall, and run back into your room. 

You hold it out for him. 

He takes it, staring at it for a second. "Oh." "Sorry." 

"No. No. It’s okay… why- uh- why do you have this picture?" 

"My dad obviously." 

"Which one is he?" 

"You know the hat I was wearing tonight." 

"Yeah?" 

"Look for it." You settle back onto the bed, starting to work on another button. 

"Wait!” He pushes himself up, “you're Howler?!" 

You nod "yeah, you know who I am?" 

“How could I not? You’re all anyone talks about and your Bob’s best friend.” 

“The first thing I can imagine happening. Pilots like to gossip but I didn’t realize anyone knew I know Bob.” 

“I put it together last night. Bob’s never one to warm up to a person that fast.” 

You nod, sitting back on the bed, “fair enough.” 

He doesn’t look away from the picture. 

“Do you want me to put it back?” 

He shakes his head, “no, no. This is- this is actually nice.” 

“Is it?” You set his, now, finished shirt on your nightstand along with your sewing kit. You scoot closer to him, resting your elbow on the pillow, your hand rests on his shoulder. “How so?” 

“I’ve seen almost every picture of my dad, but I’ve never seen this one before.” 

“Yeah… I think my dad stole his camera because there’s a few others with Goose chasing after him and then the two wrestling with your dad looking pretty victorious as he dances around with his hat on.” 

“Really?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle. 

Bradley turns his head, watching you with a small smile. 

You turn to see his star dazed expression. “You want to see more?” 

“In the living room?” 

“And the few boxes I got around here somewhere. If that’s alright with you, of course.” 

He cups your cheek, leaning in, “let’s do it.” 

Neither of you had talked about it, what would happen between the two of you the next day; you risk it and kiss him. 

“I’ll make the food this time.” 

Your eyes widen. “Oh my god! The food.” 

His arm wraps around your waist pulling you back into his. 

“Let go,” you whine. 

“No, no. Calm down, I took care of it last night.” 

You stop fighting his hold, “you did?” 

“I did, now can you stop freaking out?” 

“Maybe. Let me go so I can go find the boxes.” 

“If we must.” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

-

You push yourself out of bed, barely out the door when you hear, “are you wearing anything under your shirt?” 

“My answer depends on your response.” 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone in this house ever get out of bed as fast as Bradley did in that moment.