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She’s Still Preoccupied With 1985 🎤 | Bob Floyd x Rockstar!reader Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x modern-day rockstar!reader (childhood best friends/romantic), dagger squad (platonic), Bob x female!oc (past romance), male!oc x reader (past romance), The 1985’s!BandOCs (platonic)

Content Warnings: major fluff, angst, profanity, canon divergence (Bob is born in 1985 in this, making him roughly 34 during TGM & 37 in the year 2022), pop culture references, second chance romance troupe, suggestive content and light smut + implied smut (MINORS DNI!!) inspired by the song ‘1985,’ by Bowling For Soup | Female!reader—afab!reader (she/her) | wc: 17.2k

Premise: Join Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd as he looks back on his fairytale love story with childhood best friend and real life rockstar, who’s set to perform one last time on the country’s most iconic stage, in her band’s final show of their farewell tour.

Note: so after I wrote ‘It’s A Long Way To The Top’ with Maverick x 80sRockstar!reader, I had inspiration for someone from the dagger squad x modern-day rockstar!reader. I was going back and forth between Rooster and Phoenix, but this anon suggested Bob with a rekindled childhood best friend and I thought that was the bullseye. Once again feel free to imagine your friends as your bandmates, I just gave names to make it easier to write. I do not own any of the song or pop culture references, this is for fictional purposes. Let me know what you think! - Bee 🐝

Songs that are real life songs, but are used as ‘your’ songs in this imagine: ‘1985’ by Bowling For Soup, ‘Iris’ by the Goo Goo Dolls, ‘Some Nights,’ by Fun, ‘Pompeii’ by Bastille, ‘Payphone,’ by Maroon 5, ‘Let’s Get Lost,’ by Bats for Lashes & Beck, ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go’ & ‘Little Black Dress’ by One Direction.

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Lt. Robert Floyd had seen a lot in his 37 years of life. Growing up on the plains of Montana, there wasn’t much for him until it came time to leave for college. There, life seemed to pass by quicker than the night sky. He’d experienced the hype of a Navy vs Army football game, getting wasted to the point he hated alcohol. Endless nights of studying that paid off when he received not only his diploma but also the rank of Ensign in the U.S. Navy. Then there was that time he nearly married his college sweetheart only to end things weeks before the wedding because he realized his heart belonged to someone else. In his career Bob pulled Gs with his pilot against the speed of sound in an F-18 and most recently, dogfighting SAMs out of enemy territory.

But no words could describe what Bob felt as he stood on the floor of Madison Square Garden with the people he called his best friends, waiting for the appearance of his one true love on stage.

The love that was once thought to be impossible, until fate was like, “These souls belong together. Once the time is right, I will work my magic.”

17 years prior in 2005, Bob was certain he’d never get the chance to tell Y/n L/n he had loved her since they were fifteen years old after hearing her voice on the radio.

“That was Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Since U Been Gone,’ part of her Grammy nominated album Breakaway released last summer. Clarkson is the favorite to win the award for ‘Album of the Year’ at next year’s Grammys. Up next is a new group recently signed to Capitol Records….here is ‘1985’ by, funny enough, The 1985s”

Something about the name of the group and title of the song had an odd feeling swirl through the then college student. Driving the car he was in was his roomate Derek and their buddy Adrian along with Derek’s girlfriend Willow.

Nothing could’ve prepared Bob for the voice coming through the speakers, the lyrics bringing back the memory of when she showed him the paper with them written down in her semi-sloppy handwriting.

“Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all.”

“One Prozac a day, husband’s a CPA.”

“Bob, you okay?” Adrian tapped him on the shoulder, “You look a little pale.”

“Her dreams went out the door when she turned twenty-four.”

“Only been with one man, what happened to her plan?”

“This has a good beat,” Willow bopped her head.

“She was gonna be an actress, she was gonna be a star.”

“She was gonna shake her ass on the hood of Whitesnake’s car.”

“My mom could definitely relate to that,” Derek joked, stopping at a red light. He too was enjoying the song. It gave that classic rock feel that the 80s music his parents listened to had. Nowadays Hip-Hop and Pop are becoming the main genres of music on the radio.

“Her yellow SUV is now the enemy.”

“Looks at her average life and nothin’,” *guitar riff* “has been,” *guitar riff* “alright.”

Bob, who’s eyes were wide and heart racing, breathed in awe, “No way.”

“Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna,”

“Way before Nirvana,”

“There was U2 and Blondie,”

“And music still on MTV.”

“Her two kids in high school,”

“They tell her that she’s uncool.”

“‘Cause she’s still preoccupied,”

Tears spring in Bob’s eyes, wiping them away before his friends could see when Y/n sang the final line of the chorus.

“With 19, 19…1985.”

That was how the future naval aviator discovered his childhood best friend had accomplished her dream. Breaking into the music industry. It’d been nearly four years since he’d seen Y/n, the two parting ways after her father took an accounting job in California, uprooting the teenager and her family from their home state of Montana.

They’d grown up on the same street, both their moms teaching at the elementary school. The two had pretty much gone through every grade together considering their school was small with few teachers. Every year they were in the same class, often sitting next to each other and spending time after school on the playground while their moms finished up for the day. Bob spent nearly every moment with Y/n as kids, becoming best friends when they were only five years old. But it wasn’t until the boy was twelve that he realized what a crush was….and boy did he have one on her.

Cherishing their friendship, poor Bob didn’t say anything about his surfacing feelings for his best friend. Even when the news of her moving was announced when they were 16, Bob remained quiet. It pained him to do so but he’d rather have her in his life than risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same.

In all the years Bob Floyd knew Y/n L/n, music was her life. It consumed her entire being with the young girl always humming a tune or singing along on the radio. When she was given a keyboard and guitar for Christmas, Y/n self-taught herself how to play until they could afford to put her in lessons. Then there were the notebooks.

At first it started as sticky notes with a verse or two, then it turned into loose pages of lyrics before finally the teenager wrote them all into notebooks. Anytime inspiration came to Y/n she was writing it down on whatever she could find. Napkins at a restaurant, receipts from her mother’s grocery run, hell even on her arm Y/n was writing lyrics so she wouldn’t forget. Sometimes she’d have the whole song complete before settling on a title, or a catchy title would come to mind but the lyrics would take time. Bob would always get annoyed when she’d steal his pen from out of his hand, but would let it go, understanding she had to write it down before she lost it.

At a football game he witnessed her unable to find a pen in time to write something on her arm before the lyric faded away. The teenager nearly sobbed right there in the middle of the stands, face in her hands as though to will herself to remember. “Are you okay,” Bob whispered, to which he received a sad groan.

“No….please don’t interrupt my thinking. I’m having a crisis, Robby.”

Y/n’s mom, who mentally still lived in the 80s, was the inspiration for her song ‘1985’, Y/n wrote at 15. Bob could still remember the day she raced up to their reserved lunch table, planting the paper in front of him, “Read this,” she was out of breath, but smiling nonetheless. Picking it up, Bob adjusted his glasses and let his eyes read over the words scribbled down that were separated into: intro, verse 1, chorus, verse 2, chorus, bridge, chorus, & outro.

“Wow,” he reads over the lyrics again, brows raised and feeling a connection to the song. It wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact it was likely titled ‘1985,’ which also happened to be the year they were born. “This is amazing, Y/n. Almost like….wait is this about your mom?” As her best friend growing up, Y/n’s mother was like a second mom to him….so Bob knew her obsession with the 80s and how she had plans to be an actress before she and her high school sweetheart, Y/n’s father, got married after college and had Y/n when they were 24. Then they had her siblings afterward and both changed their course of careers in order to raise them. The line that said ‘husband’s a CPA,’ is what really gave it away considering her father was an accountant. Debbie wasn’t her mother’s name, but even a rocket scientist could piece it together Debbie represented her.

Glancing up, he sees her guilty expression, offering a light shrug. “Is it that obvious?”

Bob never forgot that song. Even with all the ones Y/n showed him afterwards and when they lost touch two years after she moved, he never once forgot the song, ‘1985’.

It was a sad day when she told him the news. They were halfway through junior year, college applications around the corner and setting up for SATs/ACTs when she dropped the bomb, “My dad’s being transferred to California.”

The Coca-Cola he’d been drinking nearly went all over his steering wheel when he coughed, her words sending him into shock. “W-what-you’re moving?!”

“Next month,” she mumbled, head down to hide her face from his view. “My dad is there now looking at places for us. In the meantime Mom is dealing with the house while also applying to schools in the area my dad’s gonna be working.”

“Where?” Bob asks after a moment of silence, allowing him to fully process the news.

His best friend—who he was in love with—was leaving him.

Y/n sighed before replying with a sad chuckle, “Los Angeles. You know I would feel excited, seeing it was my plan to move to L.A after graduation, but I just can’t bring myself to.”

“Why?” Bob says softly with a frown, “This is your dream, Y/n. All you’ve wanted was to go there and audition for American Idol—or whatever that singing show is.” He was trying really hard to cheer her up, pushing down his heartbreak all the while. “This is your chance.”

“Yeah, but….” She glanced out the window, “what if it doesn’t work out? I don’t even know if I wanna go to college—which my mom still scolds me every time she gets the chance because she thinks I’m a fool to wanna pursue music. You know how it is,” Y/n gives Bob a knowing look, “she thinks of her life and wants me to go to school before selling my life away to a 9-5. I know she’s looking out for me, but God, let me make my own mistakes.” Her head leans on the window, “If it doesn't work out then that’s on me. But I’m not gonna give it up just because it seems out of reach. That’s what back up plans are for.”

Silence fills the car, the two letting their thoughts wonder. “Promise me something, Robby.”

“Anything,” he doesn’t hesitate.

“Promise me that even though I’m leaving, we’ll still be best friends. We’ll still write letters or talk on the phone…just don’t give up on me.”

Taking her hand in his, hoping she doesn’t feel the slight tremor as the words he so desperately wants to say are on the tip of his tongue, Bob gives her a look of love which she likely would believe is one of sincerity, “you’re my best friend, Y/n. I believe you will accomplish everything you set your mind to. When you make it big, I’ll be cheering you on every second and until then, we’ll talk every day if we have to,” he makes a face after thinking, “though maybe narrow it down to once a week so my mom doesn’t kill me for the phone bill.”

That makes Y/n laugh before reaching over the console to hug him. Arms go around his neck while his one arm awkwardly wraps around her side.

“I love you, Robby,” she tells him, sending his heart soaring. “You’re the only person I can count on in this whole damn world.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” ‘More than what you could possibly know.’ “I’ll always be here for you. Forever.”

He never thought he’d break that promise. But around the time of graduation things became so hectic in Bob’s life on top of the fact he was hurting. Hurting because he loved Y/n, and anytime they would talk on the phone or send letters he was reminded of the fact she was in California while he was stuck in Montana and they could never be together. Bob felt the only way he could save his heart and move on from that love was by cutting contact. It was his fault and he knew it when the letters eventually stopped coming and the phone stopped ringing every Friday. His mother could only relay an excuse to the girl so many times before Y/n eventually gave up. The last letter she sent him came two months after their last phone call, “So much for always being there, Robby. Have a good life, I hope it treats you well. -Y/n.”

He didn’t know what happened to her until two years later when ‘1985’ played for the first time on the radio for the whole world to hear. Tears lined his eyes, the man having to look out the window away from his friends. The flooding of emotion was overpowering, forming a sob in his throat.

She did it. She’s on the radio like she always dreamed.

“That was ‘1985’ the debut single of incoming rock band, The 1985s. Hits the nostalgia I gotta say—I feel we’re looking at some fresh new faces to the scene. Can’t wait to see what they have to offer in the future.”

The prediction of the radio host came true, when in 2006 the group released their debut album Established in 1985. Like their name, it referenced the year all members were born in which included frontwoman and occasional guitar player Y/n L/n, bassist Thomas Quinn, guitarist Farrah Cortez, drummer Xavier Hernandez, and keyboardist Pepper Renolds. All met at the University of California Los Angeles, and funny enough none were students in the music program. They were all in STEM/humanities with Y/n studying sociology with a minor in music, meeting the others when they formed a study group after they all had the same prerequisite classes their second semester.

It was at one of their meetups that Y/n couldn’t help but sing along to Journey’s ‘Faithfully’ and The Who’s ‘We Don’t Get Fooled Again,’ as they played on the little radio in the corner. “Damn Y/n,” Thomas looked amazed, “You got a voice, girl. How come you’re not studying music?”

“Same reason why you aren’t—don’t give me that look, Quinn, I saw that bass in your place when we were there last week.”

Next thing they knew Pepper mentioned she was a pianist who was progressing onto keyboard. Then Farrah said she played guitar and Xavier smirked, “all y’all need is a drummer and you can be a band….oh wait, have I ever told y’all I play drums?”

And thus, the 1985’s were born.

Months were dedicated to them building their sound and learning to be a band all while keeping up with their school work. Y/n was the brain behind all their songs, literally dropping the pile of notebooks onto the table one day saying, “I’ve got at least four albums worth of songs in these…maybe even more.” Working little by little they eventually got the tunes for several that they knew they’d want to release first if they managed to get discovered. MySpace was just starting out and Y/n took it upon herself to be bold, creating a profile for them. She listed her information since they didn’t have a band email set up. That would hopefully come in the future.

It was on MySpace that their lives changed forever.

Roughly after a year of working nonstop to create songs and develop their sound, the band uploaded a video onto the platform for ‘1985,’ in May of 2004. It almost looked like a music video, teaming up with students from the drama programs who were in need of doing their end of semester project. They had someone play Debbie, her husband, the two kids, and a group of extras. Even the yellow SUV Y/n’s mom drove was used as well as a poster of Duran Duran for the line in the second verse. The band would be in clips throughout the video, Y/n singing and playing the guitar. It took them the whole night spray painting a makeshift logo of ‘The 1985’s’ onto Xavier’s drum set.

When they first uploaded the video they were all like, “Even if no one sees it, this was still fun as hell to make.”

But little did they know it was going to be seen by many eyes…..including an executive of Capitol Records.

Y/n was just coming home from her shift at a local diner when she checked her email, dropping the water bottle in her hand and letting out an ear-piercing scream that woke her roommates.

“Y/n, my name is Martin Plaza and I’m a talent exec at Capitol Records. A member of my team came across your video on MySpace and we were impressed by your band and song, ‘1985’. We’d like to set up a meeting if you all are interested and please bring any demos you may have. Email me back as soon as possible or give me a call using the number listed below. Hope to hear from you soon. Regards, Martin Plaza.”

Y/n and the group could hardly contain their reaction at the meeting when Martin and a few members of Capitol Records were visibly pleased with what they were hearing. With so many songs they had recorded, they settled on bringing five, including ‘1985,’ and ‘Some Nights,’ which they were planning on uploading to MySpace next.

Martin and the team had excused themselves briefly before returning with the offer: a six year contract with Capitol Records releasing at least three albums during that period.

You can bet your ass they agreed. Signing their names before the sun could set on the horizon.

Champagne popped that night with Y/n crying against the receiver of her pink Motorola as she informed the news to her family. Her mother cried with her, her dad celebrating in the background while her siblings were like, “Don’t forget me when you become famous, sis.” What made her sad though after the call ended was when she went to dial Robby’s number, only to close the phone with a sigh. It’d been over a year since they last spoke, Y/n unsure where he even was or if he had a cell phone. The only number she knew was his home phone.

Curiosity and slight anger rising, Y/n dialed the number saved as his home landline, not surprised when his mother answered. “Y/n! Why hello, darling, I wasn’t expecting your call tonight.”

“Hi, Mrs. Floyd,” she sniffed, feeling tears prick in her eyes again. Y/n was not used to addressing the older woman by her last name. It felt awkward now to call her by her first. “I know he’s probably not going to come to the phone…but if Robby—Robert is there, could I…could I just speak with him please? It’s important.”

“Oh honey,” that was enough to indicate it wouldn’t happen. Y/n looked up to the sky, heart breaking in two at the fact her so called best friend, who she loved more than anything in the world, had completely discarded her. “Robert is uhh—he’s at the Naval Academy, sweetheart, I can give you his email or cell number—.”

“No-no-no,” Y/n interrupted, stunned by the news. “It’s fine. Uh, just never mind.”

“Honey—.”

“Sorry to bother you so late, Mrs. Floyd. Take care and thank you for your help.” Placing the phone in her pocket, Y/n allowed the tears to flow freely before moving back inside to where the party was. Only she could hardly enjoy it now. Instead she let her feet carry her over to the notebook placed on her backpack, removing a pen hastily from the pencil pouch and scribbling down the lyrics that were screaming in her head. The words that took over the paper went onto become their Grammy award winning singles, ‘Iris,’ and ‘Payphone.’ Iris became so popular it was used in several movies and tv shows after its release in 2006, earning the band the Grammy for ‘Record of the Year,’ to go along with their ‘Best Rock Performance by a Duo/Group’ and ‘Album of the Year’, three MTV moonmen including ‘Video of the Year’ and the American Music Award for ‘Song of the Year.’ Payphone was just as successful, topping the Billboard Hot 100 for 20 consecutive weeks and winning just as many awards as Iris.

Anytime the songs played on the radio or wherever he was, Bob had to change the station or frown until it ended. Deep down, he could feel they were about him—hurting him even more at the realization Payphone was basically saying how Y/n loved him and was trying to move on. Just in the way Y/n sang combined with the lyrics telling a story, it was obvious he had broken her heart. And they weren’t even together. They were just best friends…..who were too stupid enough to not admit their feelings for each other.

His senior year of college Y/n and the group were starting to become big, all the members taking a break from college in order to build their careers as musicians. Often Bob would check in to see how Y/n was, tuning into award shows to watch them perform. Pride and awe filled him watching her sing, living her dream just as he believed she would. He hated that he broke his word to her, and it seemed to affect Y/n whenever she performed Iris and Payphone, putting every ounce of emotion into each lyric.

At 21 Bob had finally entered a relationship with a nice girl from the Naval Academy. The possibility of him reuniting with Y/n was long out of the picture and his friends were getting on him to finally break out of his shell. They had no idea of his connection to the rockstar, but they could tell anytime they were on the radio Bob’s demeanor changed. Abby, a sweet pre-law student at the Naval Academy, was his first serious commitment, the two bonding over similar interests and plans for the future. Hope rose at what it could hold.

Until she and their friends decided they wanted to go see The 1985’s concert.

It was 2007, they’d just graduated and were commissioned to the rank of Ensign’s waiting to be shipped off to their respective duty stations. And Bob was engaged…..but he hadn’t really proposed in the traditional way. It was more of Abby pointing out if they wanted to get stationed together then it was best for them to get married and he just agreed. But a big part of him was hesitant to go through with it.

The news of Abby and their friends' desire to go to the concert made his stomach drop and head spin. Still in Maryland, they had gotten tickets to the show in New York at Madison Square Garden which was only a couple hours away. Abby had went ahead and got them as a surprise for Bob, not telling him until the day before the show.

“You guys go,” Bob initially said, praying she couldn’t pick up on the anxiety in his voice. “I—uh—I’ve got some things to get done—.”

“What things?” She scoffed, shaking her head as she laid out the outfit she planned to wear. “School is over, you aren’t planning to see your family until next week, and you don’t leave for flight school till the end of summer. What could you possibly do tomorrow night, Bobby?” He mentally cringed at the nickname, unconsciously thinking of how Y/n would call him Robby.

This wasn’t a good idea and he knew it. Already he was starting to think of her again. More and more by the second. Feelings were resurfacing, and Bob was fighting them hard. If he saw her on stage it was only going to confirm what he already knew.

That Y/n owned his heart. And no one else would have it. Not even Abby.

In the end, Bob found himself on the floor of Madison Square Garden of all places, wondering just how the hell their friends managed to get the area. The band was touring for their debut album, selling out within seconds and what made it more historic were they managed to get The Garden in their first ever tour. Usually groups/artists had years before they played at the Garden, settling for smaller venues in New York, but the 1985’s had become sensations.

The entire time they waited for the band Bob’s hands were shaking, the man unable to contain his tremor with each minute. Abby asked at one point, but brushed it off as him being excited when he didn’t give her an answer.

He was a little excited….but mostly fucking terrified.

Especially because they were very close to the stage. Like if one of the members happened to walk close to where they were standing they’d be spotted.

Bob should’ve fucking knocked on wood.

When the band came out Madison Square Garden erupted, Y/n belting out the lyrics to their opening number, looking like an actual dream. Her look was more of a modern take on rock n roll but still looked classic. Black leather adorned her body with cutouts to showcase some skin, arms covered in ink from the various tattoos and hips rolling to the beat of the drums causing the crowd to go crazy.

Y/n really knew how to work the stage and make it her bitch.

Bob was mesmerized. Utterly speechless as his eyes glued to the woman he once called his best friend. All he could do was stand there and stare, while willing his heart to calm down by how fast it was beating.

It was to be a two hour show at the least, and Bob didn’t know if he wanted to leave as quickly as he could or wishing the show would last forever. Seeing Y/n up close and performing before a crowd made him feel things he didn’t know were possible. Her dazzling smile, dancing across the stage and playing the guitar was everything he could’ve dreamed for her.

He loved her. Bottom line, Bob loved Y/n like no other.

When their eyes connected 30 minutes before the concert ended, causing Y/n to drop the microphone and throw her off for the remainder of the concert, Bob knew he couldn’t marry Abby.

He wasn’t sure if Y/n recognized him at first, but the rockstar had approached the side he was standing at to interact with the crowd when her gaze landed on his. Eyes widening, Y/n literally dropped the microphone causing the impact to echo through the speakers. Bob’s cheeks went bright red, unable to look away in their 2-second staring contest until Y/n blinked rapidly and cursed.

“Shit,” he saw her mouth as soon as the microphone hit the platform, bending down quickly to pick it up. “Sorry about that guys,” she nervously laughed, eyes glancing at Bob as though to make sure they weren’t deceiving her. A sharp intake of breath indicated she realized it wasn’t a trick. Walking backwards until she was back to the middle of the stage where the band was, Y/n’s tone became flustered, “U-uh, we only got a couple songs left in the show. We’re gonna take a quick five minute break so just hang tight.”

Bob could see the looks of concern from her friends/bandmates as she ran off stage, the group following behind. His heart dropped, rubbing a hand over his face to calm down the anxiety in his veins.

“What the hell was that about?” Derek laughed, “It was like she saw a ghost or something.” Everyone besides Bob agreed, none seeing the way Abby was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

When the band returned for the final act Y/n did her best to not look at the section Bob was in. Unlike everyone else in attendance, the Navy officer could pick up on the fact she was more tense than at the start of the show. Her voice shook lightly when delivering the lyrics to ‘Iris’, although it was as though she was putting more emotion than ever into the song, bringing tears to Bob’s eyes. Y/n also appeared to hold back tears, quickly transitioning the song to their next to avoid breaking down.

‘1985’ was the last in their set, everyone in MSG jumping up and down to the chorus and screaming the lyrics. Y/n smiled the entire time, finally letting a tear slip when the concert came to an end. To everyone it may have looked like the rockstar was overwhelmed with emotion at the fact she just played Madison Square Garden before a sold out crowd. But for Robert Floyd, he knew those tears were because of him.

Especially when they connected eyes again, Y/n’s lip quivering before turning away to hide her face. When she walked off with the band Bob felt his heart go with her.

“You’re hiding something,” Abby said with a soft tone when they arrived back home late that night. It was nearly 3 in the morning, the concert having ended at 11.

Bob tilted his head back, eyes closing to block off the rest of the world, “Please, let’s not do this.” He just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.

“You know, I always wondered why your knuckles would tighten around the steering wheel when their songs played on the radio, or why you look like you wanna cry anytime I sing ‘Iris’ at karaoke, why you can’t even look at me when I do,” she lists off, voice slightly rising. “Then there’s that box of letters you hide in the closet. And….and the photo album you won’t even let me look at. We’ve been together for a year, and you have not once told me you loved me.” By now Abby’s voice wavered, sniffing as she continued.

“I’ve been a fan of The 1985’s for close to a year now, but it wasn’t until tonight I actually read up on them. On Y/n…..” she saw how his body reacted, confirming her suspicion even more. “How she was living in L.A when they got discovered, but she grew up somewhere else…..She’s from Montana. The same town as you, Robert.”

“That’s just a coincidence—.”

“She went to the same high school as you!” Abby shouted, pushing off the wall she was leaning against. “You told me your town had less than four-thousand people—and only one high school. She would’ve gone there, Robert—in fact it said her mom was a teacher at the elementary school. The same one your mom taught at!”

By now Bob had enough, mouth tightening as he spoke calmly to his ‘fiancé’, “What do you want to know, Abby?”

“Who was she to you? Don’t fucking say shit like ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’—I saw her look at you,” tears pricked in her blue eyes. “How she looked like she’d been punched straight through the heart. She fucking dropped the microphone—and looked like she wanted to faint! Like you were a walking ghost. And you….you looked the same.” Pausing, she thought back to his face at the concert. There was no doubt Y/n and him had locked eyes, she heard him audibly react despite the noise.

“You looked like someone with deep regret. Someone who longed for a second chance. You looked like someone in love, Robert. Never have you looked at me that way.” Abby waited for him to respond, but Bob was unable to speak, expression unreadable causing her heart to break.

“Just please,” she breathed out, “tell me the truth, Bob. What was she to you?”

Silence filled the room, causing the tension to rise. It stayed that way until Bob finally sighed, face falling as he admitted what she already knew.

“She was everything. She is everything.”

When it came time to ship out two months later Bob was not the married man he expected to be. In all honesty, he was relieved. That night the argument had ended with Bob telling Abby he couldn’t marry her—he’d be hurting her even more if he followed through with it. Never could he love her the way he did Y/n and wouldn't put her through that. Going their separate ways was for the best. Even though he’d likely never be with Y/n, no one could compare to her.

Abby was angry as one could expect but part of her knew it was for the best. What good was it getting into a loveless marriage? She almost resented the rockstar, feeling like she could never enjoy the 1985’s anymore knowing the man she thought she spent the rest of her life with was hopelessly in love with his former best friend, who was the frontwoman of her favorite band. But then Abby took some time to think, and felt her heart break for Bob. She couldn’t imagine what it was like loving someone you couldn’t have.

Ending their engagement and agreeing to be friends, Bob told stories about growing up with Y/n—even bringing out the letters and photo album for her to see. It amazed the woman, flipping through the pages to see the singer when she was a child and teenager. It was almost funny to see how polar opposites the two best friends were, Y/n with her 80s band t-shirts and ripped jeans next to a Bob in his cowboy hat and flannels. As teenagers Y/n dabbled more in the grunge makeup. One photo made Abby laugh as it showed Bob with black eyeliner and glitter on his cheeks.

Coming across the end of the album was a half of a ‘Best Friends Forever’ necklace taped to the page. Abby frowned, “What happened between the two of you?”

This was a question he never thought he’d answer, thinking he’d go the rest of his life without anyone finding out his history with Y/n.

“After she moved we stayed in contact for about two years. We’d call every Friday—send letters from time to time ....” He paused, biting his lip as the frown took over. “But I stopped responding and answering.”

“Why?”

“It hurt too much,” he admitted, hating the way his heart clenched. “I never said anything because I didn’t want to lose what we had,” he looked to the ground, “but then it just became too overwhelming and I thought if we….if we drifted apart then I eventually could move on.”

Abby is silent, glancing at the picture of him and Y/n before looking back at the necklace, “Wanna hear something, Bob? Something you probably won’t believe, but I promise you it’s more likely than you think?” He looks up from the floor, brow raised slightly.

“What?”

“I think Y/n loves you.”

“Not in the way you think, Abby,” Bob deflects with a shake of the head. “And she definitely doesn’t anymore—she hates me no doubt.”

“No, listen to me,” she closes the album, setting it aside. “When did you two stop talking?”

“Around fall of 2003,” he tells her, look of regret in his visage, “in 2004 was the last time she phoned the house.”

Abby thinks back in her research of the band, shoulders dropping slightly, “That’s when they got signed to Capitol Records. ‘Payphone’ and ‘Iris’ came out last year, but Y/n said in an interview she wrote them the night they were signed—which had people confused because they’re sad songs that were written on a night that was supposed to be happy. Don’t you see?” She waves her hand at his now confused gaze, making her huff. “She probably had called your house hoping to tell you the news! Anyone who hears those songs knows it’s about heartbreak. And not the type of heartbreak you get by a friendship disintegrating, Bob. That’s the heartbreak when someone you love with your entire soul hurts you.”

“Abby please,” Bob pleads with her, water lining his eyes. Falling silent the woman leans away, solemn in her expression.

“All I’m saying is she loved you more than you think. And judging by her reaction to you tonight, I think I’m right when I say Y/n would give anything for you to talk to her again…..”

For years Bob thought about what Abby had told him that night they broke up. It kept him up at night especially when The 1985’s came up that day either in conversation or on the radio. There were times he was tempted to write a letter, but life would get crazy with the Navy and then in 2011 he was invited to Top Gun.

Devastated couldn’t even be the right word to describe how Bob felt when it was revealed Y/n had eloped with a Hollywood heartthrob. Not a fan of social media, Bob had just returned back to his squadron after graduating from Top Gun to turn on E! News where they were covering the story.

“Wedding bells are in store for rockstar Y/n L/n of The 1985s and actor Enrique Lorenzo from The Walking Dead. The two have been spotted throughout the year looking cozy at award shows and Lorenzo attending The 1985’s concerts in L.A and Atlanta. An inside source has gotten word the two applied for a marriage license two days ago and earlier this morning had a private ceremony with close friends and family in West Hollywood. Neither has confirmed if they have in fact tied the knot, but I would keep your eyes out. In the meantime, congratulations to the happy couple and we’re looking forward to seeing Y/n’s ring.”

It seemed like all the air had left Bob, turning off the tv in a flash but still pointing the remote as he stood stunned. Then his phone buzzed with messages.

“Honey, just checking in. Call me when you get home,” was from his mom, trying to avoid the obvious elephant and would rather discuss it over the phone.

“Have you heard the news?” Abby wrote. “I’m so sorry, Bob.” He actually appreciated that she wasn’t walking on eggshells. That she was upfront with him. Though it’d been over four years since their breakup, and Abby was now married with children, the two remained friends and often checked in with each other occasionally.

“It was bound to happen some time,” he replied before turning off his phone so he couldn’t receive any more messages.

The rest of the night he was pretty much a walking shell, then as the years went on Bob closed himself off. Hardly did he date, and when he did they only lasted a few months before the girls realized he was not ready for the commitment they were wanting. Some understood, others were more aggressive when spitting out their feelings. Never did he admit why he couldn’t love them the way they wanted. The only people who knew who his heart belonged to were Abby and his family.

2015 Bob was transferred to Lemoore when the news broke that Y/n and Enrique had divorced after nearly four years of marriage, however, they had been secretly separated for almost a year before it was finalized. Cursing mentally, Bob couldn’t help but feel a slight relief—which was completely fucked up knowing Y/n was going through a difficult time and here he was silently celebrating, as though he really had a chance now to make things right.

That should’ve been his sign to call her mother and ask for Y/n’s number, with the hope she’d give it to him. But then Bob felt it was too soon. Her divorce had just been finalized, he didn’t know the exact reason despite the former couple citing irreconcilable differences. Whatever it was, Bob wasn’t sure he wanted to know but at the same time couldn’t help but be curious.

He’d get his answer almost two years later in January of 2017 when he flew home to Montana to celebrate his birthday. It was his 32nd and his mother literally begged him to come home so they could all be together now that Bob’s sister had recently had twins and were there to visit. Wanting to meet his nieces, the WSO relented and booked a flight for the weekend after confirming his leave.

Suspicion filled him with the way his family was acting when he arrived. Almost like they were excited but nervous, which only confused the officer. He was in his service khakis, pulling his cap off when they got inside and removing his windbreaker before setting it on the coat rack.

That’s when he saw the black suitcase in the corner.

“Who’s is that?” He asked with a raised brow, noticing his mother slightly tense. It wasn’t a luggage he recognized as one of theirs, and it was as though it had just been placed there.

And his sister had already unpacked in her old room. So it wasn’t hers.

Blushing, his mother tried to find the right words, “Oh-um, It’s—.”

“It’s mine.”

32 years had gone by in Bob’s life and never did he think he’d experience anything close to cardiac arrest. But hearing Y/n’s voice, so close as though she was behind him, made him think he was about to die right then and there.

Then he turned around, slowly, heart beating so fast it was about to explode from his chest, and she was there. Standing at the end of the staircase in a beautiful black leather dress with matching knee high boots, her hair slicked back into a bun and minimal makeup showcasing her gorgeous face.

She was ethereal. Absolutely breathtaking.

The last time he saw her in person was when they were 22, before that was 16. Here she was a grown woman who’d been through a hell of a life. She looked beyond gorgeous, and Bob felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

Only her gaze was not as warm as the emotions Bob was feeling. Honestly he felt like he could be six feet in the ground with how she was looking at him. Betrayal, heartbreak, anger, but underneath it there was love and hope.

“Hello, Robert.”

He didn’t even know how to react. All he could do was stand there, speechless with his mouth slightly agape. Eventually he just breathed out, “Y/n.”

Stoic, Y/n glanced at his mother, “Mrs. Floyd, could you please give us a moment.”

“Of course,” the older woman nodded, bidding her son a glance, “We’ll all be out on the porch.”

Nodding in thanks, Y/n waited until she and everyone in the house had moved outside before facing Bob again. Chills ran up his arms when she let her eyes trail over his figure, remaining emotionless.

An awkward silence passed, neither really knowing what to say. Bob was hesitant to break it, hoping she would but Y/n just continued to stare at him. Both unable to form the words.

Finally he tried to say, “y-you uhh, wow.” He swore he heard her scoff under her breath.

“Yeah, wow,” her tone broke his heart, but then again Bob couldn’t blame her. After all, he’s the reason they drifted apart. When he didn’t reply, instead glancing to the ground, she scoffed louder, “That’s all you can really say? ‘Wow’? After thirteen years, Robert, all you have to fucking say to me is ‘wow’? No, ‘I’m sorry,’ no ‘I can explain everything.’”

Anxiety rising, Bob sighed which only made her angrier. “Y/n, I-I—.”

She couldn’t stop herself, “Why?” The question haunted her for over a decade. “Why did you just throw me away like trash—a-after everything we’d been through? You owe me the reason why you broke your word to me and made me feel like shit. I have waited and waited for years, Robert, hoping you would call or send a letter but now I’ve had enough so you can’t run away from me now. So start talking.”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean for y-you to feel like that,” he tried to explain, but the words were not the best, causing her to explode.

“How else was it supposed to make me feel!?” She threw her hands out. “That’s how it came off as to me! ‘All always be here for you,’ my ass, Robert. You remember telling me that? It was only two years—two years of us doing so well with the distance—I was even planning on surprising you for fucking Christmas and then it was just gone in the blink of an eye,” snapping her fingers, Y/n emphasized her point. “No explanation, no warning. Nothing to tell me you didn’t want to be friends anymore, having your mom give me excuse after excuse why you wouldn't come to the phone.” She pauses to calm herself, her tone kept rising with each word.

Bob takes the moment to speak, “It’s…Y/n, you have to understand it was never my intention to hurt you,” when she made a sound of, ‘yeah right,’ he rushed out, “Please! I fucked up, I know I did and I’ve regretted every second of it since then—and as much as I wanted to reach out and apologize, explain to why it happened…I just felt so ashamed and then I heard you on the radio,” a sad smile comes to his lips, seeing her stiffen at the mention of her debut. “And when I heard your voice, I just thought that was it. You didn’t need me anymore and believed you would forget about me eventually.”

“Forget about you?” Her tone went soft, eyes glistening. “You were my best friend—since we were fucking five, Robert!” He flinched, shame filling his veins. “We did everything together, I shared everything with you. My music—some of which were inspired by the fucking things we did,” the confession had his eyes widened a bit, “You think I would just forget all of that? Thirteen years worth of friendship down the drain? Sorry, but I’m not like you—I wouldn’t just ditch the only person I trusted most in this world because I was starting to become something. Did your mom tell you I called?” She suddenly asked, not letting him answer before she was ranting again, “It was almost a year after you threw me to the winds. The night I fucking met with Capitol Records and got offered the opportunity of a lifetime….I wanted to share that with you. Despite the fact we hadn’t talked for almost a goddamn year, I desperately wanted to hear your voice and tell you I did it,” her voice cracked at the end, causing tears to prick in Bob’s eyes at the sight she was fighting back her own.

“That I did it,” Y/n held back the sob threatening to escape. “You were the only one who believed in me, and I couldn’t even share that with you. Because you didn’t want me in your life anymore—and you know what that’s okay. Friendships come and go, but you couldn’t even give me the fucking respect to tell me. And then you come to my show!” Now she was shouting, “Yeah I know that was you, don’t even try to deny it. It may have been four years at that time but I know damn well that was you in New York. I cannot fucking believe you would come to my show and not even tell me! And then to not reach out after was a fucking slap to my face.” Her breathing was starting to get heavy, the woman pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t even recognize you honestly. The Robert I knew would’ve never hurt me like you did. He would’ve at least shown me some respect. He wouldn't leave me to wonder what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said sternly.

“Well it doesn’t feel that way now does it?” She said just as harsh, “Why?”

“Y/n, it’s complicated,” he put his hands to his neck, looking at the ceiling as he started to lose composure.

“Then tell me why!”

“Because I fucking love you that’s why!”

The words had left Bob’s mouth before he could stop himself. Silence ignited, the WSO covering his mouth with a hand as he went pale, staring at Y/n whose own mouth was parted. The confession had hit her full blast, causing her to stumble back as though she physically felt them possess her. A shaky hand came to her own mouth, looking away from the man when her eyes closed allowing the tears to spill on her cheeks.

“I love you,” Bob whispered, mirroring her expression. “I’ve loved you since we were fifteen, Y/n. I knew I felt something when we were twelve, but I just brushed it off thinking I was confused. But then I couldn’t stop thinking about you—and what we could have. But I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same.” Opening his eyes, they locked on hers. God even when she cried she looked beautiful. “When you left…I thought it would be easier to move on. But then we talked every week and the feelings wouldn’t go away. No matter how much I tried. You took my heart with you to L.A. and you’ve had it ever since.”

He waited for her to respond, chest on fire with how bad his heart was racing. Fingertips were going numb as Bob stared at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t go back in time and change it as much as I wish I could. Please know, Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. I won’t ask for your forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I won’t blame you if you walk out that door and we never see each other again. But just when you do, know that I’m truly, deeply, sorry.”

Time seemed to slow now with the two adults staring at each other. Now that it was all out in the open, Y/n seemed to be processing the whole thing. Bob couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n’s brain was screaming, as was her heart. Lips quivering, the woman sniffed.

“You love me?”

“I do,” Bob signed after a moment. He no longer could keep it in, feeling the immense relief at being able to finally say it aloud.

“For years?”

“Almost seventeen.”

“Seventeen,” she repeated with an unreadable tone. “Y-you, I thought—your mom told me you were engaged.”

“That was in college,” he explained softly. “She was at the show with me that night. Saw how we reacted to each other and realized things I tried to hide. I ended things with her—I couldn’t trap her in a marriage that would make her unhappy—make me unhappy. She understood after a while and we stayed friends.” Bob rubbed his jaw, adding, “everyone else that came along was the same. I couldn’t love them the way they wanted me to. My heart wouldn’t allow it.”

Y/n leaned her head against the wall behind her, gazing at the ceiling, “A-and you were just going to go through life alone? Never planning to settle or be happy?”

“What good would it be hurting someone by committing to them when I couldn’t offer everything they would give me in return. They could love me, but I couldn’t love them, Y/n, and that’s unfair.” He wiped away a tear that slipped from his eye, no doubt his irises were red, “I’d rather be alone than do that to someone.”

She took a sharp inhale at that, more tears falling. “You should’ve told me,” her voice cracked, making him look away. Only to freeze when she said in almost a whisper, “Because we could’ve had all this time.”

“Wh-what?” Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or did she really just say what he thought she did?

Y/n chuckled, but it was more of laughing at how sad the situation was. Shaking her head, her eyes stayed on her boots as she said, “Did you ever wonder why I rejected Tyler Davies when he asked me to homecoming junior year, insisting I wanted to go with you instead?” Tyler was the quarterback of their high school football team. A senior, who asked Y/n to the dance and became the talk of the school when she said no. Many were jealous she even got his attention, riddled with shock she would reject the star player.

“Because you felt sorry for me I didn’t ask anyone?” He asked like it was obvious, causing her to huff.

“Because I wanted you to ask me,” his heart skipped again, “And whenever Melinda Perry would flirt with you in government I would literally send her daggers because of how jealous I was. Why do you think I warned you not to go out with her when you asked for my advice? Yeah I knew she was a snake to most of her boyfriends, but I was also selfish because I didn’t want you dating someone else. God, Robby, you were so blind. Even with your glasses you still couldn’t see that I loved you.” It was though he was on cloud 9, disbelief at what he was hearing.

Y/n loved him. At least she did when they were teenagers.

The next question couldn’t even form in his mind before she was lifting her head back up, shrugging when allowing the confession to fall from her lips. “And as much as I want to hate you right, I can’t bring myself to. Because I’m still hopelessly in love with you, Robby.”

Now he was the one stumbling back. “Y-you do?”

“I do. I’ve loved you since I was sixteen.”

He didn’t recall much that happened after that. Just that his feet were carrying him over to her, cupping her face in his hands and moving their faces close together. Lips just barely brushing over, he waited for her to make the next move. Y/n wasted no time, pressing her mouth to his and the two felt the eruption of warmth and love consume their bodies. Her arms around his neck, her fingers ran through his blonde hair causing Bob to groan. The sound made her gasp, allowing Bob to slip his tongue past her lips and heat up the kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, bringing them back together.

“I love you too.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” His arms went to cradle her, pressing her against the wall. She simply nodded before kissing him back, “I forgive you, Robby.” God he missed that name. Only she could make him feel some type of way when she said it. He chuckled when she added, “Even though I should slap the fuck out of you.”

It was a miracle they made it up the stairs and into his childhood bedroom which was now a guest room. He had to remember to lock the door after setting her on the bed, praying to God his family would stay outside. There was music playing from what he could hear through the window so it made things easier when the two got lost in each other.

Clothes scattered the floor, kisses and hushed whispers shared between the two. Bob worshiped Y/n, letting his mouth kiss along every inch of her, trailing down any tattoos that coated her skin and paying extra attention in the places that brought her the most pleasure.

When he entered her they both sighed in bliss, moving as one until they reached a climax that brought them both to tears. All the time Bob whispered how much he loved her, Y/n repeating it each time. She moaned with each thrust and whenever she pleaded with him to do something Bob delivered it without hesitation. With her leg over his shoulder, chests pressed and mouths attached together the officer believed if he died right there it would be with a smile on his face. They came together, Y/n gasping his name as he eased them through their climax. When it was over Bob leaned down to capture her lips, wiping away her tears before removing himself to clean her. They basked in the afterglow, Y/n laying her head on his chest while he lightly traced the tattoos on her arm with his finger.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, making her humm in response. “Enrique…”

The woman made a sound, lifting her head to gaze at him. “Enrique and I had been friends for some time—and we did drunkenly hook up once to get the sexual tension out of the way but that was it,” Bob controlled his reaction, though he couldn't say anything for he too had his fair share of one night stands. “The band’s contract was renewed and The Walking Dead was just starting out. The label and his producers thought it was a good idea for us to be seen together. Just to bring in some press for our upcoming album and the show. But we never felt anything more than friends for each other.”

Bob sat up a bit, causing her to lean on her elbows as she rested on her stomach. His expression was unreadable, “but you two were married.” Again Y/n let out a sigh.

“Enrique and I were friends so we shared things. He confided in me, I confided in him—Enrique was in love with someone who he couldn’t have. Ring a bell?” She raised a brow at him. “I was in the same boat. Just like how you said you couldn’t bring yourself to love anyone else, I couldn’t either. But at the time I thought you were married, Robby.” That had his eyes widened. “I called your mom after the concert that night, hoping to get to you and she told me you were engaged. So when I met Enrique and we both were going through the same thing, we thought ‘instead of being miserable alone, let’s be miserable together.’ Our publicists hated the idea, but we both believed we wouldn’t get our fairytale ending.”

Something in the way she said that last sentence had Bob think about Enrique Lorenzo. Most recently it was revealed he was in a relationship with fellow costar Simon Zahir, coming out as bisexual to the world with an instagram post of the two sharing a kiss.

“So you married him even though you didn’t love him?” Kinda like how he almost did with Abby. It made Bob frown thinking about it.

“I did love him, just not the way a wife should love their husband. And he understood because he couldn’t love me the way a husband would their wife,” she sadly smiled, “It was a mutual understanding where we would go and support each other at premiers and award shows, kiss for the cameras, all that was needed to show the media we were a happy couple. But behind closed doors we actually lived separately.”

Hesitant to ask, Bob waited a moment before saying what was on his mind the last couple years. “What made you two divorce?” The question made her give a small smile.

“Simon confessed to Enrique he loved him after they finished filming season four, and that he and his wife were divorcing. When Enrique told me… I could just see the hope in his eyes, and who was I to deny him his chance at happiness just because I didn’t want to be alone. It would have been selfish of me to. No, I told him the first thing the next morning we’d file but our publicists called and asked to wait until Simon was divorced before we went through with ours. That’s why we were ‘separated’ for a year,” she put quotes around ‘separated’. “We didn’t want to cite irreconcilable differences since it was a mutual decision, but the lawyers thought that was the best route to go.”

Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek, Bob asked the second question he wanted to know, “What made you come here?” She leaned into his touch, “you said you thought I was married. How did you even get here?” The last question was more due to the fact The 1985’s were currently on tour. It was another reason why he was so shocked to see her there when he arrived.

“We played in Helena last night. After the show I had this feeling I needed to come here, so I called my mom to get your mom’s number. That’s when she told me you were flying in today.” Her face turned to one of guilt, “I sorta feel like a bitch because tomorrow is your birthday and I came here knowing there would likely be an argument. Even though I thought you were married, I just really wanted to know the truth. It was eating me up. And with that feeling I needed to come here again after so many years, it sorta felt like a sign—if you can call it that.”

Leaning more into his hand, Y/n added, “I didn’t come with the intentions of winning you over or anything—especially under the impression you were married. I wanted answers, that was all. Although,” she kisses his wrist, “I’m not complaining with how things turned out.”

“Me either,” he agreed with a laugh. As he moved in to kiss her, a knock on the door interrupted causing the two to look like deer in headlights.

“If you two are presentable,” it was his sister, “then we’d be happy if y’all joined us for dinner sometime soon. But by all means, take your time.” She ended with a cheeky laugh before footsteps indicated she had walked away.

Bob let his head fall back into the pillow with a groan while Y/n giggled. She went to get up, but the man wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled into her neck. “I’ve waited too long for this.” Humming, he felt her hands go to his air, maneuvering them so he was on top of her.

Y/n gasped at the feeling of him becoming hard again, causing Bob to smirk as she wrapped her legs around him to offer assistance. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

In the haze of it all and as the weeks passed, the two began to live the life they dreamed of with each other. Neither realized they had forgotten protection that night….until Y/n was puking on the tour bus and counted the days since her last period.

“Look at me,” Bob held her hands. They sat in her hotel room in Sacramento, the band finishing out their tour in California before setting to work on their next album. When she called him that morning about her possibly being pregnant Bob got in his car and drove straight there. Thankfully it was a Saturday so he was off and had great timing. Pepper was kind enough to give her a spare pregnancy test she had on her, so Y/n waited until Bob arrived to take it.

Relieving herself on the stick, she kept it in the bathroom to wait for the results while she sat with him on the bed. She was crying, unsure how to feel. Part of her was excited at the idea of being pregnant and having a baby with Bob, but also feared it was too soon. They had just started dating, she was on tour until the end of the month, and they had been keeping their relationship quiet from the public so she was scared of what could happen.

For the WSO, he was going to be happy regardless of the outcome. “Look at me, Y/n. Everything is going to be okay. I am not leaving you—I swear to you, baby. If that says positive, then believe me when I say I will be the happiest man alive,” she whimpered, making him press kisses her cheek lovingly, “We’ll get through it together. You’re gonna be done with the tour in a few weeks and then we can take it from there. And if it’s negative then that’s completely okay too.”

When the results did come, the stick reading in small letters pregnant, the couple cried together with Bob pulling Y/n into his lap. “I love you—I love you,” he kissed all over her face, her cries turning into giggles. “It’s going to be okay, Y/n. I’m so happy, darlin’. So so happy. I want nothing more in this world than to have a baby with you. You’re going to be the best momma ever. I know it.”

October of 2017 brought Marcel Brandon Floyd into the world. Keeping her pregnancy a secret, no one besides the band and their families had knowledge of the birth of their son. Thankfully Bob’s identity was still hidden, both very careful to not let paparazzi catch them together. Especially with Y/n being pregnant they didn’t want to add on the stress of the media discovering their relationship. They planned to announce it on their own at some point once the baby had arrived.

It wasn’t until Marcel was roughly a month old that Y/n posted an Instagram picture with his tiny hand wrapped around her finger, ‘my world has arrived 🤍 10.20.17.’ The announcement had Y/n trending #1 on Twitter and talk show hosts calling to have her on the show. Y/n declined, she only really made television appearances with the band if they were performing, but that was only when they released new music.

Around the holidays was when Bob proposed. They were sitting by the fire, Y/n in his lap with Marcel in her arms when Bob simply said, “Marry me.”

At first she thought he was joking, but then he removed a velvet box from his pocket. Her eyes watered, “Are you serious?”

“More than I’ve ever been. You’re my person, baby. I’ve waited for this moment my whole life—and I won’t waste another second. Marry me, Y/n. Be my wife and I promise to love you even after death.”

He truly meant it when he said he didn’t want to waste another second. After she said yes, they put Marcel to bed and Bob made an appointment at the courthouse, both agreeing to get legally married and wait for a big ceremony some other time. They made love all through the night until the sun rose. In the morning the little family and the band gathered in the courthouse and tied the knot.

Y/n already knew the media was going to have stuff to say about her when the news broke. This was her second marriage, also happening in the spur of the moment like her first one. Only this time around it was with her soulmate so the rockstar couldn’t give a fuck what they had to say. She and Bob were coming up on a year, had a child, and planned to spend every second of their lives together. She loved him with every ounce of her being.

On instagram the picture posted was of their rings followed by one of them kissing where his face was hidden. “I’ve been keeping a secret from all of you. In January I reunited with my childhood best friend, who I was in love with way before The 1985’s were even thought of. Things happened in life causing us to drift apart, but we recently found our way back to each other and I plan to never let him go. He is my second half. The person I was meant to grow old with. I can’t put into words how happy I am and with the birth of our son, our little fairytale seems to be working out. Some of you may think this is all too fast but let me tell you this, we’ve waited a long time for this moment. I ask that you please respect our privacy and thank you to all who have supported me over the years. Much love, Y/n ♥️”

For almost two years the two kept their relationship under wraps from the media. Then in October of 2019, just before Marcel’s birthday Bob was called back to Top Gun. It’d been several years since he graduated from the program, surprised they even wanted him for the mission. With how timing was the WSO would have to report to Fightertown a couple days after his son turned two. Y/n had a beach house in San Diego, deciding her and Marcel would stay there while Bob was in his detachment and what made it better was Xavier and Farrah—who fell in love over the course of their years as a band— were both from San Diego, both currently there while the band took a small break. Bob would have to stay on base with candidates, but after training ended he’d come to the house to be with them.

Pepper and Thomas were back in L.A, but we’re working on beats for their upcoming album and sending the three what they had for them to add on or scrap if they felt it didn’t fit. They had a meeting with the two Zoom with Xavier and Farrah and their two young kids at Y/n’s place the day she got the call Bob was in an accident.

“Hello?” She answered the phone, moving to the side away from where Xavier was drumming. Marcel was in his little playpen, a pair of baby earmuffs over his ears to protect them from the loud noise.

“Hi….” The guy on the opposite end let out a soft chuckle. “I’m looking for uh, Y/n L/n?” His tone was that of someone who found it funny he was asking for someone he definitely thought wouldn’t be on the other end of the phone. Like he saw the name on the card and said, “there’s no fucking way this is the guy married to Y/n L/n,” but because of his job he had to call the number anyway.

“This is her. Who am I speaking to?”

The man went silent for a moment, before clearing his throat. “This is Lieutenant Royce from NAS Miramar medical group,” Y/n’s heart picked up as dread filled her, “Can you confirm you are the spouse of Lieutenant Robert Floyd.”

“Yes,” she rushed out. “I am. Is he okay? Did something happen?” Closing her eyes, she prayed she wasn’t about to receive the worst news imaginable. No, Bob had to be okay.

“There was an accident with his F-18 this afternoon, he had to eject—.”

“Excuse me one second,” she apologized before bringing the phone back slightly to yell at the drummer, “Xavier! Stop drumming for five seconds—I need to fucking hear right now!” The man winced as he mouthed, ‘sorry’ catching the ashen look on her face. Both he and Farrah set aside their instruments, watching Y/n turn away to speak again, this time more calmly. “Please repeat that for me, Lieutenant.”

When Royce heard the name of The 1985’s drummer being shouted at, the Lieutenant nearly forgot what he was calling for, “U-uh, yes. There was an emergency ejection in your husband’s F-18 this afternoon during training. He is okay minus a few bruises, but he will be staying overnight in our facility for observation.”

“Oh my gosh, okay,” she breathed in relief, bringing a hand to her mouth to calm herself. “Is there any way I can see him?”

“Do you have a dependent ID card?” She tells him yes and he says with a light cough, “Then yes you can come onto base and see him.” Royce gave the address, still finding it hard to believe he may have been talking with the frontwoman of the most popular rock band in the last 15 years. He really thought it was just someone who shared a name with her. But then again, they sounded very alike.

Thanking the officer, Y/n wrote down the address and rushed to grab her purse. “I have to go to base—something happened with Bob. Can you guys watch Marcel until I get back?”

“Of course,” Farrah told her, “go go, we’ll stay here and clean everything up.”

Practically speeding onto base, it was the first time she ever had to use her military ID, which had the guard at the front gate jaw drop. He maintained professionalism, scanning her card and nodding to the rockstar. As much as he wanted to ask for a photo the guy could tell she was in distress and it wasn’t a good idea. “Have a good day, Ms. L/n.”

“Thank you, sir. You too.” She waved apologetically, recognizing the look she often got from fans. Had the situation been different she would’ve happily chatted a little longer.

It was the same when she got to the infirmary. The receptionist, who looked to be in her mid twenties, dropped the apple in her hand while other young servicemen were doing double takes and whispering. “That’s fucking Y/n L/n.” “Are you sure?” “I’m serious! I had a huge crush on her in college. I’d recognize her anywhere.”

“Hi,” she offered a small smile, aware the guy to her left had his phone out trying to sneak a picture, likely tweeting the fact she was in a Navy hospital. “I’m looking for my husband, Lieutenant Robert Floyd. I received a call from a Lieutenant Royce saying he was here.”

Upon hearing his name, the gentlemen seated behind the girl with his back to her spun around, eyes bulging when they landed on Y/n. The chair almost fell when he stood abruptly. “T-that’s me. Yes I’m the one who called you, Ms. L/n. If you would follow me I’ll take you to him.”

“Thank you,” she walked behind him, ignoring the whispers and comments made by those around. By now TMZ probably got tipped off, she could already feel her phone buzzing—no doubt from her publicist wondering what the hell was going on. She made a mental note to call her back later to explain.

Royce knocked gently on the door before opening it, “Lieutenant—oh you have visitors I apologize,” he glanced over his shoulder to Y/n, still in disbelief on what he was about to say. Turning back to Bob, Royce gives a nod, “your wife is here.”

“She is?” Y/n heard Bob, and some murmurs of voices going, “Wife?” “When the hell did he get married?”

Pushing past Royce, thanking him briefly, Y/n entered the room only to stop short at the several pairs of eyes landing on her. Off to the side she saw a man with a buzz cut drop his bag of chips, choking on the one in his mouth, “What. the. fuck.”

The two standing in front of the bed—mouths agape—parted away allowing Y/n to see Bob sitting with his flight suit unzipped and tied around his waist. Exhaling in utter relief the woman rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Oh, Robby.” She felt his arms go to her waist, pulling her closer as she hid her face in his neck. Y/n could literally cry with how happy she was to see him in one piece.

“I’m okay, darlin’.” He rubbed her back, aware his fellow aviators were staring at them with mixed expressions. They looked confused, disbelieved, shocked, and in awe.

The quiet, reserved, yet sometimes sassy WSO is married to the woman who's been ruling the radio over the last decade.

Who had seven fucking Grammy’s under her band’s name.

Pulling away, Y/n ran her hands along his shoulders, checking for any visible wounds. “What happened? Lieutenant Royce told me you had to eject?”

“There was a bird strike,” he explained, taking her hands and soothing them with his thumbs. “We lost both engines—Phoenix tried to get back control but we were going too fast and couldn’t save the jet. Had to eject at the last second—we’re okay though, I promise. Just a little shaken.”

“Thank God you’re alright,” she sniffed, hugging him again while kissing his cheek. “Leave it to you getting in an accident that makes me use my ID for the first time.”

“How was that?”

“Interesting. I was tempted to run the gate because I had no patience, but controlled myself. Getting arrested would not have been good.”

“No it wouldn’t,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead.

The clearing of someone’s throat ended the moment, Y/n removing herself from Bob to face the group of aviators who were still speechless by the scene. Smiling shyly, Y/n took in each of them. “Hello, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh we know who you are,” Fanboy said with awe, groaning when Payback smacked his shoulder with a disapproving look. “Sorry that was not the best thing to say. What I-I meant was we’re all fans of your work.”

“And by that he means we were all jamming to your music on the tarmac just yesterday, not understanding why Bobby here looked so smug when Seresin said he could totally get a shot with you if he ever got the chance,” Rooster added on, resulting in the blonde pilot to glare at him before blushing when the others started to laugh.

“Well now I sure as hell won’t try—I’m not that shallow to hit on a married woman, Bradshaw. Made that mistake ages ago and it was not pretty. Anyways, sorry Bob for what I said,” he held a hand up, “but let me be the first to say what a fucking G you are. And Y/n, it’s an honor to be in your presence. Big fan.”

Y/n raised a brow, smirking to her husband to see his reaction. He sure did look smug, keeping his arm around her waist. “A fucking G, huh?”

“He’s the one who said it,” he smiles before noticing she was alone when she arrived, “Where’s Marcel?”

“With Xav and Farrah. They were at the house when I got the call—we were working on some songs.” In the corner of her eye she saw Coyote and Fanboy visibly react to the mention of her bandmates.

“Forgive me for asking,” Phoenix finally spoke from her bed that was seated right next to Bob’s. “But weren’t you two childhood best friends if I’m not mistaken? Sorry if it’s too personal, but I remember seeing your post on instagram two years ago and I thought it said something like that.”

The couple smiled, confirming her wonders. “Yeah,” Bob looked at Y/n with love in his eyes. “We grew up together. Took a hell of a long time before we could get our chance at love, but it was worth the wait.”

For almost an hour the aviators learned more about Y/n and Bob’s relationship, literally saying it should be a romance novel with what life threw at them. The hopeless romantic in Phoenix couldn’t help but awe, feeling so much happiness for her backseater and the rockstar she’d been listening to since sixteen. They truly were the ultimate love story.

When it came time for the mission with Bob and Phoenix selected as one of two foxtrot teams, Y/n held onto him the entire night prior to him shipping out. He made love to her for hours, very slow and sensual ensuring she felt every inch of him. And when they climaxed a tear spilled from her eyes, “You better come home to me.”

He kept a picture of her and Marcel in his pocket the entire time. Before the jet took off of the carrier Bob gave it a small kiss before keeping it safe in his flight suit. The second they got back after successfully completing the mission he called his wife to tell her he was coming home. She practically catapulted into his arms when she picked him up from the docks, not giving a shit that the paparazzi had followed her there. By now the whole world knew who Bob was to her.

The rest of 2019 seemed to go by in a blur. They first thought 2020 would be the best year of their lives when it was discovered Y/n was pregnant again, having conceived the night Bob had left for his mission. She was just at the end of her first trimester when the entire globe shut down. When the rumors spread of a possible pandemic with the outbreak happening across the ocean, the 1985’s all took up camp in San Diego now that Bob had become an instructor with Phoenix at Top Gun. Thomas and his fiancé, who was an actress, didn’t mind moving, neither did Pepper and her girlfriend. The group were working on their sixth studio album and had celebrated 15 years as a group.

But they were starting to get burnt out, thinking it was time to go on hiatus.

Concerned with the virus and what it could have on her pregnancy, the two were very strict on keeping up with covid restriction. For at least three months Bob was working from home, the base shutting down with only certain personnel allowed on. Marcel was still too young to be in pre-school and daycare wasn’t needed since Y/n was home most days. And when she did have business meetings to attend or studio sessions he often traveled with her. Zoom became their best friend during the lockdown, with meetings happening frequently at the beginning to figure out what they were going to do going forward.

Y/n spent weeks going through what were the best records to put on the album. If this was going to be their last for a while then she wanted it to be their best. Two songs she knew she wanted were ‘Pompeii’ and ‘Little Black Dress’, while the other 13 were going to take time to decide. ‘Pompeii’ could definitely have people relate with how this lockdown was making them feel. On the other hand, ‘Little Black Dress’ was mostly for her, inspired by the time Bob went absolutely feral when she walked into the room wearing a little black dress.

It was one of her favorite memories.

And so the months went on and before they knew it they were welcoming a baby girl in July—right smack in the middle of a pandemic. The whole ordeal was unlike anything they ever imagined. Only Bob was allowed in the room, not even their son could come visit so little Marcel didn’t even get to meet his sister until days later. He was with Y/n’s mother who traveled down from L.A and quarantined in the weeks leading to her due date. Y/n hated hospitals, looking forward to bringing their daughter Brenda Rose home. Unfortunately no one else in their family or friends could meet the baby girl until spring of 2021 when things were starting to settle out.

That was also when The 1985s made the decision to go on hiatus, planning to release their album that summer before going on a final tour in 2022.

“This just in, pop rock group ,The 1985s, have announced a hiatus following the release of their upcoming album End of An Era set to drop at the end July. Frontwoman, Y/n L/n, posted on her Twitter a photo of the group in a sweet embrace with the caption, ‘when one chapter ends, another begins. Join us in 2022 as we say goodbye to the stage—thank you to everyone who has supported us since we were kids on MySpace. We hope to see you as we close this chapter in our lives, but don’t worry, the future can always surprise you. In the meantime, as Elvis would say, ‘The 1985s have left the building.’”

“It’s a sad day for fans of Grammy award winning rock band The 1985s. Earlier it was announced they are going on an indefinite hiatus once completing their impending world tour for their sixth studio album. Formed in 2003, the 1985s skyrocketed to the Billboard charts after debuting with their single ‘1985’ in 2005, going on to dominate the late 2000s and early 2010s with features on The Twilight Saga: Eclipse soundtrack, the 25th anniversary of We Are The World to raise charity for the Haiti earthquake, and accumulating a total of seven Grammys including taking home the big three: ‘Record of The Year,’ ‘Song of The Year,’ and ‘Album of The Year’ in 2008 for their second studio album Sugar, Spice, and A Little Bit of Rock ‘N’ Roll. The announcement of the hiatus has succeeded the news of bassist Thomas Quinn tying the knot with longtime girlfriend, Oscar Winner Amelia Bandera, who recently revealed she was pregnant with the couple’s first child. Last year frontwoman Y/n L/n welcomed a daughter with her husband—the couple’s second child since they wed in a private ceremony in 2017. And word on the street is keyboardist Pepper Renolyds is looking to adopt with partner Jenna Langdon. The married pair of the band, Xavier and Farrah Hernandez have had two children following their wedding in 2010 and have hinted at possibly wanting to have a third. It is unsure when the group is likely to regroup after 2022 comes to an end, but one thing is for sure: The 1985s have embedded their name as one of the bestselling groups of the 21st century. I’d say we could be looking at a possible induction to the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame in the future, and a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.”

Now here they were, November of 2022 at Madison Square Garden to take the stage one last time. Would they ever come back? Probably, but it would be some time before they did.

So they were gonna go out with a bang.

“I have twenty minutes until my ass needs to be on stage, Robby,” Y/n mumbled between kisses, back pressed against the door of her dressing room. His mouth went to her neck, roaming his hands all over her body that was covered in her usual leather, “That’s plenty of time.” The response had her giggle, moaning when he attacked her sweet spot making him smirk.

“Then you better do double time…we’re on the clock.”

Her glam team was going to be pissed when she came out with messy hair, glistening of sweat, and slightly smudged makeup, but she didn’t care. Not when her husband was rocking her world as he had her bent over the couch. His chest pressed to her back and hair in his fist, whispering absolute filth into her ear—saying he was going to have her on stage full of him and only he would know. But Bob also gave words of praise and love.

It wasn’t the first time he snuck backstage to rile her up before a concert. When they started the American leg of the tour in California he was at almost every show and would bring her flowers. Sometimes the kids came along, other times they stayed with Phoenix, but each time Bob would either get her pent up by teasing her as the minutes counted down…or would full on rail her. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t get off on the thrill of almost getting caught….or the fact anyone passing the dressing room could figure out what they were making their own music.

This time around in The Garden their kids were with Phoenix and Rooster, who were all waiting to get to their spots on the floor after wishing her and the band good luck. The others were already there, ready to have the time of their lives with the sold out arena. Bob needed to hurry because the stage manager was going to be knocking on her door any second.

They finished with minutes to spare, out of breath and panting with a light layer of sweat coating Y/n. Fuck she looked sexy in her leather and messed up hair, glistening as the light hit her. A smug look took over Bob, winking at his wife who just shook her head with a smile, “I’m gonna miss that now that the tour is over.”

“Don’t worry, baby. We still got after party.”

The rockstar ushered him out when the stage manager appeared, the aviator delivering a smack to her ass as he told her good luck. She smacked his in return causing him to yelp, “Naughty boy.”

Yeah he got some looks from his fellow officers when they got to the floor, Jake whistling under his breath as he went to check his watch. “Jesus Bob, you two were at it for a while. Were you trying to go for baby number three? I hope she’s able to walk on stage.” The comment had Phoenix slap his shoulder, “Can you not? We have kids with us,” she gestured to not only Bob’s children but also Payback's ten year old son and Hondo’s seven year old daughter. Then there was Mickey’s girlfriend carrying their toddler with baby earmuffs, the same Brenda and Marcel were wearing. “My bad,” Jake said, though the smirk remained on his face when Bob sent him a wink.

When the show started it was the most amazing thing any of the squad had witnessed. Some of them had seen the band in their college days, but it was obvious they were gonna top what they did ten years ago. There was a light rumble to Madison Square Garden with how loud it was. Flashing lights and smoke covered the stage, the countdown with a video montage hitting zero before The 1985’s opened with ‘Where Do Broken Hearts Go,’ sending everyone who was still sitting on their feet. Bob put Brenda on his shoulders, Rooster doing the same with Marcel who were clapping and pointing to their mother, “Mommy!”

“Now, I’m searching every lonely place,” Y/n belted out the first line of the chorus, moving down the stage’s elongated platform that split the floor. “Every corner calling out your name. Tryna find you, but I just don’t know.” Xavier hit the drums with Farrah’s riff, Y/n holding a hand to chest, “Where do broken hearts go?”

“Are you sleeping, baby, by yourself? Or are you giving it to someone else? Tryna find you, but I just don’t know,” Pepper and Thomas joined the vocals, “Where do broken hearts go? Where do broken hearts go?”

When the song came to an end, Y/n let the audience scream for a moment before introducing the band. “Madison Square Garden!! New York City!!” The crowd screamed again, smiles on every member. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, theys and thems and anyone in between…. welcome to the ‘End of An Era’ world tour—our final show as we close out an actual end of an era,” Y/n moves closer to her friends with a sad laugh, hearing the sounds of protest from some fans.

“Let’s start off by introducing ourselves…..Mr. Thomas Quinn on the bass!” Tom hits some chords against the audience’s cheers, Y/n doing a little dance off to the side. “Miss. Pepper Reynolds on keys everyone!” The former pianist lets her fingers move along the keys, grinning wide and waving when she finishes. “Show me what you can do, Ms. Farrah Cortez,” the guitar solo sends the crowd into a frenzy, which only increases when Y/n introduces Xavier. “And last but not least, Mr. Farrah Cortez,” laughter rings out before she corrects herself, “I meant Mr. Xavier Hernandez,” the drums go crazy when his last name leaves her lips. She waits till he’s finished to do a bow.

“And I’m Y/n L/n,” she has to pull her mic away to hide her laugh, cheers ringing from every corner in the sold out stadium. “And we’re The 1985s.”

The energy throughout the concert was insane. Even during intermission and 5-minute breaks the audience was having a blast. The dagger squad, plus Hondo and even Maverick were dancing and singing along—the older man getting a literal PowerPoint lesson from his former students on everything there was to know about the group.

Y/n was very entertained when Bob told her that night, saying Maverick aced his test they’d given him. “You gave your old instructor, the famous Captain Mitchell….a test on our band and music? And he got a 100%?” His little nod and smile had Y/n jump in his arms, kissing all over his face, “You’re so fucking adorable, Robby. I love you so much.”

The first part of the show was mostly dedicated to songs on their most recent album, including ‘Pompeii’ and ‘Little Black Dress’. The latter had Bob blushing mad during the set, especially when Y/n came over to where they were at, eyes on him and curing a finger to get him to come to the edge of the floor. There the stadium exploded when she practically laid on the platform to lean over and kiss him, the cameras catching the scene to display on the giant screens.

Blowing kisses to her kids, she got back up and finished the song, smirking at how the dagger squad were whistling and howling in cheers. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself,” she giggled, moving back to her bandmates to prepare for the next set.

Though the tour mainly focused on their songs from their latest work, they called back to some old hits, including ‘Let’s Get Lost,’ which was written for the third Twilight movie soundtrack. “We got any Twilight fans here tonight?” Y/n chuckled at the screams, “I got one thing to ask then….Team Edward or Jacob?”

‘Some Nights’ was one of her favorites to perform, feeling a wave of nostalgia each time she did. It was a fan favorite as it was their second single ever released. The band harmonized on the track, all of them showing off their vocals with the ‘Oh come on,’ part of the song.

Y/n was hesitant to sing ‘Iris’ and ‘Payphone,’ considering they were about her husband, but he assured her when they were planning the tour set list that he wouldn’t be offended. They were some of her greatest works, the audience should hear them.

They even covered the iconic, ‘Don’t You Forget About Me,’ from the Simple Minds—most notably from the movie The Breakfast Club. “I hope you never forget about us, New York,” Y/n said when they finished, “Cause we’ll never forget you.”

Finally they were coming down to the final ten minutes and they had yet to play the song that started it all. “As we come to the end of tonight’s show, we just wanna thank each and every one of you for the support and love you have shown us tonight and through the years. None of this would’ve happened without you all—and we cannot thank you enough for sticking by us, you all play a giant role in what we do. And we’re going to miss you the most as we close this chapter in our lives,” Y/n pauses, feeling the tears prick her eyes. Glancing at her friends, she could see they were fighting back their own. They knew it would be an emotional night, and now they were minutes away from stepping off the stage for the final time.

“We started this journey when we were only seventeen and eighteen—and it’s been a hell of a ride since. Next year marks twenty years since we became The 1985s, seventeen since we made our radio debut, back when MySpace was still a thing,” she has to laugh at that, “What better way to end this tour—end this chapter, than by traveling back in time to the year that started it all.”

The reaction in the dome had little Brenda have to cover her hands over her muffs because it was so loud, Bob holding her on his hip and asking if she was alright. “Loud,” she said in her small voice, causing him to mentally awe.

“I know, baby, it’s loud. But the show is almost over and then mommy will be done, then we go home. Can you hold on for one more song? It’s your favorite one,” Brenda’s eyes brightened at the mention of her favorite song, nodding frantically making him laugh. “Okay munchkin, I expect to hear you sing along—except don’t say the bad word in it, understood?”

“Yes, dada.”

Phoenix was jumping up and down with Marcel in her arms, head banging with the little boy along with Rooster and Javy. Everyone was in delight, rockin out to the final number. Brenda sang along with Bob, the crowd harmonizing with them.

“She’s seen all the classics,” Y/n belted the second verse, hands moving on her guitar, “She knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink, even St. Elmo’s Fire.”

“She rocked out to Wham, not a big Limp Bizkit fan. Thought she’d get a hand on a member of Duran Duran.”

Her and Farrah were leaning their backs against one another, “Where’s the mini-skirt made of snakeskin? And who’s the other guy that’s singin’ in Van Halen? When did reality become TV? Whatever happened to,” she hit a riff, “sitcoms,” she hit another, “game shows? Sing it!”

The entire squad, the kids, and Madison Square Garden echoed, “ON THE RADIO!”

“Was Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana there was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she’s uncool. ‘Cause she’s still preoccupied with 19…19…1985!”

Her mini solo before the bridge had the crowd wild. Smiling the entire time, Y/n even went to the side where her friends and family were, making them all go crazy. “She hates time, make it stop. When did Motley Crue become classic rock?”

“Classic rock,” the band repeated.

“And when did Ozzy become an actor? Please make this stop,” Y/n hit a riff, “stop,” another, “stop!” Only the cheers could be heard during the slight pause before Y/n brought her hand back on the chords.

“And bring back Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana. There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she’s uncool. ‘Cause she’s still preoccupied—sing it!”

“1985!!!”

“One last time Madison Square Garden!!” Not a single person in them dome didn’t sing along, everyone shouting the final chorus at the top of their lungs.

“Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna. Way before Nirvana. There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she’s uncool. But she’s still preoccupied, with 19….19….1985!!!”

All the band members continued playing an extended outro, lights flashing all around as the crowd whistled and screamed. Y/n ran over to each side of the stage before coming to the middle, waving a hand to her band who were still going hard on the instruments before raising it and finally bowing.

On the floor, Brenda still in his arms, Bob wiped away the tears falling from his cheeks with his free hand. His friends were cheering, the entire scene overwhelming for the WSO as he stared at his true love as she took her final bow. Y/n was also crying, as were her friends when they finally closed the show shouting, “Madison Square Garden—New York City we love you! Thank you so much for being here with us and being the best crowd ever. Safe travels wherever you’re going and we hope all your dreams come true. Until we meet again….as Elvis would say, The 1985s have left the building!”

The crowd was still screaming, the five adults coming to the middle of the stage holding hands in the air before bowing. Then they all met in a tearful embrace, Y/n full on sobbing with Farrah and Pepper, overcome with emotion that it was all over. Waving to the crowd, they spotted dozens of fans in their line of vision crying, some even throwing flowers onto the stage. They all went to each side of the platform to blow kisses and wave, until finally walking off into the arms of their crew who’d been with them since 2005–where another heartfelt moment took place.

As soon as their families made it backstage, Y/n was dropping to her knees to allow Brenda and Marcel to run into her open arms. “My babies!!” Peppering kisses against their cheeks, Y/n held them tight as they said words of praise. “You were amazing, mommy!” “That was so fun!”

“Thank you, baby,” she kissed Marcel’s head, looking up to see Bob staring at her with absolute love and admiration. Gently moving him and Brenda to the side, Y/n stood up, only to squeal when Bob’s hands went to her thighs to lift her up, spinning them around.

“You were incredible!” He exclaims, stopping still but still holding her up. Their lips met in a searing kiss, “absolutely spectacular.” Her hands came up to cup his face, deepening the kiss as their children wrapped their arms around Bob’s legs. It was like they were in their own little world, oblivious to everyone celebrating around them. The band were with their kids and partners, the crew were popping off champagne.

“I love you so much, Robby,” she said against his lips, kissing him again when he said, “I love you too, baby. More than anything in this world. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

When they pulled away, Y/n was a flustered mess, mirroring that of Bob who was looking at her like she was a goddess. “Don’t give me that look, Floyd. Not until we get to the hotel.”

“Can’t help myself, darlin’,” he chuckled, adjusting her in his arms before giving her another kiss.

“Eww,” Marcel groaned, making the couple laugh into the kiss. Bob set Y/n down, but pulled her close as Brenda and Marcel squeezed in between them.

“So what’s next then?” Bob whispered in her ear. “I know you can take the girl out of rock n roll…but she’ll always be a rockstar.” Y/n laughed, pulling away to gaze deeply in his beautiful blue eyes that she fell in love with as a teenager.

“Now, we live our lives. One day at a time. Together.”

Y/n really needed to thank her mom one day. It was because of her that the woman got to live her dream. After all, she was the one still preoccupied with 1985.

……….

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Eject Chapter 1

Story Summary: Ejecting from your plane in the face of danger? Expected. Forbidden love amongst pilots? Not so much. Will they bond or will this break them for good? Chapter Summary: Post bird strike. Rooster has a lot on his mind. Especially about a certain female pilot.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace All the Daggers, Mav x Penny, Amelia, OC's

Warnings: Language. Assault (not by a major character). Injury. Eventual smut. Alcohol consumption. Smoking. Discussions of mental health. (It's a rollercoaster. You've been warned!) Chapter Word Count: 5299

Eject Masterlist I do not own anything except the original characters.

The dark room seemed suffocating. The longer he sat there, the heavier his chest felt and the harder it became to make his lungs inflate at a necessary rate. He continued to stare at the comms radio, long after the crash. Long after all the other pilots had left the room. They tried to get him to leave as well, but he was stuck.

Frozen.

Waiting for some sort of news. He knew the radio had gone black for a reason, but every fiber of his being was holding out for some sort of crackle. Static. Anything to let him know she was ok. He kept replaying the last few seconds of transmission over and over in his mind. Bob yelling about fire. Phoenix fighting her plane, trying to extinguish the fire and control it. Maverick yelling “eject”. This noise continued to ring into the dark. It was like a horrible case of Déjà vu.

Rooster met Phoenix in flight school. She was an academy graduate, just like most of the others. Less than a week into school and she had proven herself calm, rational, smart, and above all, razor sharp. She had a smirk that could stop traffic, an understated sense of humor you never saw coming, and instincts that made most of her male counterparts jealous. But not Rooster. He wasn’t jealous. He was impressed. He had never met a woman so in tune with herself, so self-assured. Phoenix was the whole package and then some. He spent the entirety of their time in school and training afterwards in complete awe of her, both as a person and as a pilot. She was firm but friendly, kind but just, and she could hang with the guys without anything being awkward. He would never forget their first day of flight training after the six weeks of classroom work had finished. Phoenix rounded the corner into the hangar in her flight suit and gear and he fell. Rooster was a lost cause for her. But there’s that unwritten, unspoken rule. Pilots don’t date. They don’t become a thing. It’s hard to stare death in the face, day after day, with the person you sleep with every night flying the 32,000-pound death trap next to you.

After two years of training, they were stationed together for a while. Then they attended Top Gun at the same time. He couldn’t get enough of her. They became good friends. Close, but not too close. He liked what they had. It was quiet but confident. He would feel from afar but never cross that line. Then, he was PCS’d. The Navy moved him to Japan and he had to leave her. Their last night before he left, they sat in silence on the deck of her apartment in China Lake, drinking beers and not saying much. He wanted to hold her, tell her what he felt. But, just like his inability to commit behind the stick of his plane, he found himself saying goodbye without telling her anything other than “I’ll be seeing ya”.

This lack of commitment was hanging heavy over his brow when the door opened, and a figure walked in. It certainly wasn’t the person he wanted to see, but if Maverick had news, he’d listen. Begrudgingly. “They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob overnight for observation. They’re gonna be okay.” Maverick says gently. Rooster wanted to jump from his perch on the arm of the couch and shout his praises to the heavens. He wanted to laugh, cry, or hit something. Someone. That was tempting at the moment with Maverick standing so close. But he just hung his head with a sigh of relief and then responded, “That’s good.” He contemplated his next words briefly, knowing it could lead the conversation somewhere he really didn’t want to go. He and Mav shared a history that was painful when it came to this particular subject. “I’ve never lost a wingman before.”

Mav replied immediately. “You’re lucky. Fly long enough, it’ll happen. There will be others.”

There it was. The thing Mav could say to set him off. This wasn’t about Phoenix and Bob now. This was about his Dad. He knew better than to start down this path, and yet he let himself slip and Mav just waltzed right into it without hesitation. “Easy for you to say. No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.” He glanced over at the aging pilot as he spoke and he froze in his tracks. Good old man. Let that sink in. You don’t get to feel flippant about the things you’ve done to me.

“Go home. Just get some sleep.” Maverick started for the door but there was no way in hell Rooster was going to let it go now. No turning back. “Why’d you pull my papers at the Academy? Why did you STAND in my way?” He shouted, too loud, at Mavericks back. Superior officer be damned. He deserved a real answer.

“You weren’t ready.”

“Ready for what? Huh? Ready to fly like you?” He advanced on Maverick in the dark. “No. Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don’t think, just do. You think up there, you’re dead Believe me.” Maverick spit as he turned to face the seething young man in the dark. His mind raced, and the words fell out of his mouth so coolly “My dad believed in you.” He could tell he hit Maverick where it hurt. “I’m not going to make the same mistake.” They stood, staring at each other. Roosters anger boiling quietly through his eyes to a dismayed Maverick. He hurt his father figure where it counted. And at that moment, he wasn’t the least bit sorry.

Before Maverick could respond, Warlock opened the door and called him away. Rooster was left standing in the dark, the heat of his anger radiating off his body. He turned to look at the lights of the tarmac outside, the lights of home. Those lights always meant he was where he felt the most at home. The closest to the dad he barely remembered. They always comforted him even on his hardest days.

After a few long, calming breaths he snapped out of his angered trance, grabbed his Bronco keys, and almost sprinted for the door. He had to get to the hospital. He had to see her.

******** The drive across base to the small hospital was quiet and he was ushered to her room after a brief wait in the lobby. It was late so not much activity in the hallways and the cracked door to her room let out no light. Shit. He didn’t want to disturb her. But the huge tugging sensation behind his navel was so strong. He needed to see her. Just to make sure she was, in fact, ok. Not just physically. He needed to know that her solid resolve was still intact. Because unbeknownst to her, he relied on her steadiness to keep his own level head. After a few moments of staring at her door, he decided a peek wouldn’t hurt. He placed his hand on the door and gently pushed, peeking his eyes around the door frame. In the dark there was a faint light from the bed. Phoenix looked up over her phone in the dark and smirked that smirk that melted him the first time he saw it. “Hey” came a raspy, struggling voice. “Hey yourself” he said, continuing to stand in the doorway. “Are you just going to stand there holding the door up or come in and talk to me?” she said, coughing and wincing as she sat up more in the bed. He pushed the door open enough to slip in and walked to a chair on the opposite side of her bed, taking a seat as she placed her phone on the little table beside her. “I guess my call sign gained all new meaning today, huh?” she smiled at him. He realized up to that point that all he had been doing was staring at her. Rooster cleared his throat, chuckled, and spoke barely above a whisper “How are you?” She quirked an eyebrow “Well I’ve had better days but I can mark slamming my plane into the side of a mountain off my bucket list.” He felt sick and did not reciprocate her humor. She must have sensed his uneasiness because her eyebrow lowered and he realized from his lower peripheral that her hand had reached out from the bed, beckoning his. Rooster looked down, staring at her hand, and eventually decided this was ok. He reached up his hands and took hers in both of his. She was clammy and his hands felt so warm on hers. She looked down at their hands then up to his face. When their eyes met, she spoke again. “I’m fine. Really.” He lowered his eyes again, watching his thumb trace lines across the back of her hand. He didn’t even register he was doing this for a very long time as they sat in companionable silence. Suddenly the panic set in. Alarms like the dash of his plane began to ring out through his mind. This isn’t ok. He shouldn’t be this close, this intimate, with her. He decided that was enough. Rooster slowly slipped his hands off of hers and stood. Just for a moment he thought her face showed disappointment as she stared at her hand, looking empty without his large warm hands on hers. “Maybe I should be going. Let you rest.” She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Choosing a single nod of her head in agreement instead. His hands slipped into his jean pockets as he whispered, “Gimme a call if you need anything. You get out tomorrow, right?” Her blank face met his and she nodded again. “Ok well, maybe I’ll stop by your quarters tomorrow, check in on ya?” Her lips curved into a sad sort of smile. “Ok” As he walked across the room her quiet voice rang out “You bring the beer. I’ll bring the cue stick.” He smiled as he remembered the sucker punch he took to the gut at the back end of her pool stick when he first arrived in town for this mission. She didn’t know he was coming and was probably a little irritated he hadn’t called, he reckoned. He looked slightly over his shoulder and whispered back “Deal” then ghosted out of the room. ********

“Ice is dead?” Rooster couldn’t believe the words as they fell in disbelief from his mouth. He had no sooner walked through the main door of the pilot quarters on base when a distraught looking Payback met him in the hallway. He could see most of the pilots and WSO’s for their special mission were sitting around in the common room at the end of the hall, some crying, some staring at the wall in silence. That’s when the fellow pilot dropped this bomb on him. He knew the Admiral had been sick before, but had no idea something like this was coming. His mind wandered to Warlock interrupting his rift with Maverick earlier and now knew why. He almost felt bad about their forceful run in. Almost.

Rooster walked past Payback and instead of joining his cohorts in the common area at the end of the hall he turned to his right and headed up the stairs to his room. As soon as he was through the threshold of his quarters, he slammed the door shut. His back came to rest on the door and then he slid down until he was sitting on the floor, his elbows on his knees, hands running through his hair. The tears came barreling from their ducts like a missile from his jet and there was fuck all he could do to stop it. Today was a bad day. The pressure of the mission. The near loss of not only Bob but the woman he wanted to be so close to yet couldn’t. His blow up with Maverick. Then the loss of someone he had looked up to since he was young.

Iceman wasn’t particularly close to Bradley. Not like Maverick had been. But he sent birthday gifts and checked in on him with his own wife and kids occasionally. His mom even made a road trip with Bradley when he was in junior high to spend a weekend at the Kazansky home. He remembered this trip fondly because he received his first kiss from the Admirals slightly older daughter.

Iceman called to congratulate him when he commissioned and when he completed flight school. Ice told him many stories of his dad over the years and he would forever be grateful for those stories. Rooster hadn’t spoken to him in a very long time, and now he never could again. His heart felt like it was ripping from his chest. As his sobs subsided he realized that Phoenix probably didn’t know this development. He glanced over at his bedside clock. 10:35PM. Maybe she would still be awake? Rooster picked his phone up from the floor where it landed as he slid down the door and decided to text her. Hey. You awake? He stared at the illuminated screen as the three little dots appeared at the bottom. Well, I am now dickhead.

He choked on his chuckle and contemplated his next message. Have you heard? The dots appeared again quickly followed by one word: Yes. He sighed and raised his head to look at the ceiling, watching the fan make slow circles. What he wouldn’t give to be drawing those slow circles on her hand again right about now. His phone buzzed again, and he looked down to see another message from Phoenix. I’m sorry. I know he was important to you. Yes. Yes, he was. And so was Maverick. And so was his dad. And so was she.

And yet it was all so fucked up. He wanted to say something but decided he couldn’t trust himself in this moment. He kicked his shoes off, pulled his shirt over his head, crawled across the floor to his bed, and his eyes slammed shut as soon as his head hit the pillow. He needed the world to shut up for a little while. And it did.

The next morning came way too soon. A knock at Roosters door jolted him from his deep, dark slumber. He rolled over in his bed and practically fell out, shielding his eyes from the sunlight beaming through his blinds. He felt hungover. No. He felt downright drunk. Grief does strange things to the human body, even worse sometimes than the G’s he pulled in his plane.

There was another knock at the door and he checked the clock on the bedside table. 7:15AM

His flight wasn’t supposed to be until later so who the hell was waking him this fucking early?

When another, more insistent knock came, he hollered “Just a damn minute” and headed to the door, still in nothing but his jeans from the night before. As he swung the door open and let out an exasperated huff, the smirk on the other side of the door brought him up short and sobered him up quick. Through his fog he saw her standing there in her PT shorts and a Naval academy t-shirt, hair pulled back in a loose, low ponytail, and flip flops on her feet. In the daylight he could see a few bruises on her face, neck, and legs and a tiny cut above her left eyebrow. He must have been staring for too long because her eyebrow quired and the smirk turned to a small smile.

“Morning sunshine. You should try answering your phone.” She sauntered past him into the room and stopped to look around. At that moment he wondered what sort of dirty laundry he had lying about but chose to ignore the embarrassing thought.

As he shut the door and turned to face her, he said lazily “Sure, come on in. You DO know what time it is, right?” Then he walked over to where his phone lay on his bed and glanced at the three missed calls from Phoenix and one from Payback.

“It’s 7:15 in the morning, you’re already out?” he asked, not looking up from his bed.

He felt her eyes on him but chose to continue looking absently at his phone. He had suddenly realized there was a tingle between his legs and the familiar waning of a morning woody. He needed to concentrate on anything but her eyes on his shirtless body at that very moment. She replied, still smirking. “Good behavior. So, how are you? I’m sorry about Admiral Kazansky.” He looked up at her with a sorrowful look and muttered “Thanks.” Before looking at the window across from him.

Phoenix moved, rather slowly and with effort, to sit in a small arm chair on the wall opposite Roosters bed. Realization that she must be very sore reached his core and he took two steps across his room to help her. Placing his right arm around her shoulders he reached his left hand across and placed it on her waist to steady her. She stopped and swayed and his grip at her waist tightened. She glanced down at his hand then up at his chocolate eyes.

Rooster was lost momentarily in her face, drowning in her beautiful eyes, and that sinful smirk. Then he realized this was the closest they had ever been physically and he became flustered.

“Uh, sorry. You seemed a little unsteady.”

“Being fired out of your plane and the massive jolt of the harness digging into your body as your chute explodes open then landing on the side of a mountain will do that to you.” She smiled a half hearted smile and began to walk. He held her all the way to the chair and she sat unceremoniously with a little bit of a grunt.

“Sounds like fun.”

“I don’t recommend it.”

Her eyes were on him again. He turned and walked to the small en suite bathroom, realizing his breath must reek. He prepped the toothbrush and placed it in his mouth then walked back to the door way of the bathroom. She had her head resting against the back of the chair, her eyes closed, her breathing slightly labored. She seemed so peaceful. That fiery woman kept at bay by the pain, and most likely pain meds. She must have sensed him watching her, because one eye slowly opened to look back at him.

“Funeral is tomorrow. 3PM at Miramar National. We have to be in blues downstairs at 1:30 to catch a van to the cemetery.” She opened both eyes now and watched him carefully.

Rooster continued to brush his teeth while leaning on the bathroom door frame. He merely nodded his head in recognition then returned to the sink to rinse and spit. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind and he returned to the door. “It’s early morning, you just got out of the hospital, how do you know all of this!?”

She chuckled lightly and gave him a smug look “You never downloaded the Group Me app did you?”

Confusion crossing his face, he picked up his phone off the bed again, unlocked it, and opened the Group Me app. There it was, a notice from Cyclone almost word for word of what Phoenix had just said. He crossed to her perch, turned the phone to face her, and made a smug face at her.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, I’m proud of me too”. He returned the phone to the bed, turned to face her and asked “So, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’m hiding. I didn’t want everyone knocking on my door and bothering me today. I’m off flight status until after the funeral tomorrow evening. Taking first hop out next morning. Figured this would be the right place to hide.” She smiled an almost wicked smile and his heart faltered.

He thought over her words for a moment then offered up his bed so she could lie down instead. She agreed and he stood to help her again.

“I can walk the 4 feet to your bed ya know?”

He put his hands up in feigned defense and chortled “Pardon me ma’m”. She shot him a dirty look as she carefully lowered herself onto his bed, bringing her head to rest on his pillow. There it was again, His heart faltered.

Before his mind could get too carried away he turned to the small set of drawers behind him next to the chair and pulled out a dark navy blue tshirt. Once over his head and resting snuggly on his body he moved to the side of the bed and knelt in front of her where she lay on her side.

“You hungry?”

“I could eat. I could use some coffee too.”

“I supposed I could handle that. Eggs, bacon, and some fruit? Coffee black?”

She smiled up at him. This time the smile was less a smirk and seemed more, sweet.

“Look at you being all chivalrous.” She brought her hand up to brush some of his hair off of his forehead. “Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you.”

He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he reached up meeting his hand to hears, pulled it in, and kissed the back of her hand very lightly. His mustache tickled the back of her hand, and her eyes met him, wide. All of a sudden, he felt like a fish in a very small bowl. Why did he do that? Was she ok with it? It felt right but he didn’t know if it was a kosher thing to do. His heart was pounding, and she was just staring at him. He dropped her hand, stumbled to his feet, and mumbled as him slid his tennis shoes on “I’ll be back, get some rest.” And then he was gone, without looking back to see the warmed expression on Phoenix blushing face.

*******

Rooster was gone way longer than he intended to be. After making the quick jog across the street to their designated dining facility he ran into half the squadron. All of them wanted to stop and offer condolences. He made for the start of the line, grabbing a to-go container, but Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote followed him. They were asking if he had seen Phoenix and Bob yet? Did he see the funeral information? Why was he taking his food to go?

He tried to be as vague, and as quick as possible. The conversation lasted at least 10 minutes, maybe more. Finally, Hangman walked in and Rooster was NOT in the mood for his shit this morning. When Hangman called out to Coyote as he sat at the table with the others, Rooster saw his out. He turned quickly and moved down the line to where hot food waited. He loaded the container with enough food for both Phoenix and him then moved to the coffee stand on the opposite side of the food line. He filled two large cups with coffee then, placing them on top of the to-go box, turned and bid them farewell. He practically sprinted out the door, leaving the rest of the pilots and WSO’s looking after him with confusion and some concern.

When Rooster reached the landing at the top of the dwelling stairs, he realized his hands were full and he couldn’t reach his keys in his back pocket. Then he realized he was being watched. From across the hall Bob had appeared out of his room and was walking towards the pilot.

“Need some help?”

Rooster hesitated. “Ahhh yeah. Do you mind holding this so I can get my keys.”

Bob slowly reached out and took the coffees from the top of the box. Rooster was trying to stay cool, hoping Bob wouldn’t ask why he had two coffee cups. He reached into his pocket with his right hand while his left still held the box of hot food. Then he unlocked the door, opened it with the same hand, and attempted to slip inside without opening the door too wide. He didn’t need her WSO seeing this. What would he think? Would he tell?

Rooster sat the box of food down on a small table he kept his keys on next to his door then reached very carefully with one arm through the barely opened door to get first one cup, then the other, from Bob.

He hadn’t noticed the grin on Bob’s face through all of this hurried interaction. When the last cup was handed off, he looked up to say thanks but Bob beat him to the punch.

“I know she’s in there.”

Rooster was brought up short. He flashed his eyes to the sleeping figure in his bed then back to Bob, stunned but unsure what to say.

“We talk. It’s cool. I’m glad she’s getting some rest.” Then he turned to head back across the hall his room, moving gingerly much like Phoenix had moved earlier in his room.

“Hey man. I’m glad you’re ok. Thanks for the help.”

Bob didn’t turn but merely held a hand up in response before disappearing into his room and closing the door.

FUCK.

Bob has never seemed like the gossiping type but this scared the shit out of Rooster. He was already on edge just by having her here. Now the man across the hall, her back seater, also knew. Did anyone else know? Maybe someone saw her come in this morning? Did she tell anyone else?

The most important question suddenly flashing through his head like a bright set of headlights coming straight for him: Does she care that anyone else knows shes in here?

Realizing he still had a cup of coffee in his hand and the door ajar, he nudged it close with his elbow and turned to place the coffee on a TV tray next to the chair Phoenix had occupied earlier. He moved next to the bed to check on her. She was breathing deeply and steadily. Good. She didn’t hear the interaction at the door. He turned to grab the food box and sit. The next half hour he mindlessly chewed on food and drank his coffee while watching her sleep peacefully. This was nice, he thought.

*******

Rooster was reading over one of the mission handouts he had tossed next to the chair when he heard a rustle from his bed. She had been asleep for just shy of two hours. He glanced up without moving and his eyes were met with her groggy gaze.

“Where’s my food?” She asked through a haze.

“Right here” he said as he nodded his head to the side towards the box on the TV tray, never taking his eyes off of her. “But it might be a little cold now.”

“How long have I been out?” She started to push herself up to a sitting position on the bed, but visibly winced with pain while doing so.

Rooster rose and grabbed the plate of food “Couple of hours. I got your coffee too. But, its probably cold too.”

“I don’t care. I just need sustenance. Gotta have something with my meds. Hey, can you grab them. There’s a little bottle in my duffle.”

She had dropped a small bag on the floor when she first entered his room. He hadn’t thought much about it and now it seemed like he was going to be trespassing into forbidden territory. He moved to the end of the bed where the bag was and bent down to unzip it. Her rolled up flight uniform was crammed in there and on top of it was a small medication bottle. He pulled it out, walked back to the side of the bed and handed it to her.

“Need some water?”

“Sure.” She said as she dug into her eggs and bacon.

He grabbed a bottle of water from a package under the bed and handed it to her. Then he sat back on the floor next to the bed and watched her eat. She finally broke the silence after a few bites of food, swigs of coffee, and tossing back her tiny white pill.

“It’s going to suck tomorrow. I can’t take any more pain meds after today so I can be flight ready. Funeral. Pain. Fun.”

He nodded his head but didn’t say anything. He was too mesmerized by the way she bit tenderly into the side of the plum he had brought her. His mind began to wander, wising his mouth was on the other end of that tender bite. He watched her mouth chew slowly before swallowing, in turn causing him to swallow the lump that had grown in his throat. Who knew a piece of fruit could be so enticing?

She ate her fill then closed the box, taking another swig of her coffee then setting both on the bedside table. She stretched her arms carefully, first to the side, then over her head. She winced when her arms reached their highest level and he sat up to one knee quicky, asking “You ok?”

Arms still over head she turned her head slightly and cocked her eyebrow “Nothing that’ll last long. But thanks for asking.” Then she brought both arms down, her right coming to rest in her lap, the left brushing lightly across his check and coming to rest on his jaw. The tension between them seemed to send electric currants through every fiber of his body, from the spot where her hand rest to the tip of his toes. They sat in this position for what seemed like an eternity, just staring at each other. Her face went from sweet to sad in an instant.

Then her hand was gone.

She was moving to stand on the other side of the bed. He stood too but didn’t move. Just watched her. She walked to the end of the bed and started to bend down to get her bag. About halfway into said squat though, she started to lose her balance. As she her wobbling became more intense, she reached a hand out to the end of the bed to steady herself. Instead, a large, strong hand grabbed hers while another muscular arm reached under her other arm and came to rest around her waist, lifting her back up.

Suddenly they were face to face. Mere inches apart, his arm pulling her close to him. Time simply stopped. Their eyes searched the others and his arm tightened around her waist. They just stood there, holding on and watching the other for a reaction. His mind was screaming at him to stop, this wasn’t right. He may have wanted her bad but there was no way it could work and this wasn’t ok. This was going too far. Before he could find any words to say, her lips came to rest on his cheek, then pulled away. “Thank you, for taking good care of me.”

Rooster said nothing. His mind was too busy gasping for air. He just knew she could hear his heart pounding out of his chest. While still holding his other hand, she stepped back to free herself from the arm around her waist, bent over to get her bag, then stood to face him again. She squeezed his hand, turned around, and slowly exited without a look back or another word.

He just stood there, mouth slack, completely shocked at the morning he just had. He needed to go back to bed. Or take a cold shower. Or both.

Chapter Two ->

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lynnuvo · 7 months ago

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alexa-fika · 7 months ago

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Hey, can you do a niffty reader with whitebeard pirates?

basicly niffty is a housekeeper who quote on quote "likes killing mother bugs in front of baby bugs as a warning to the others" is very much a probem child in the mentaly unstable way, likes punishing bad boys(whatever that means) and likes stabing people, Multiple times.

She is from hazbin hotel

Menace Ahoy( Whitebeard pirates x male!child!reader)

A/N, y’all I had this one ready yesterday but I forgot to post it 🤭 And then forgot to do it this morning too,oops. If you know Hazbin Hotel you know what you can expect on a character based on nifty, if not expect references to blood killing and overall red flags in a child 😂

Update: (Female Version)

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Dividers by @/saradika

“You lost him?!”

“The hell do you mean me?! You were also supposed to keep an eye on him!”

“That’s enough the both of you! Right now, we need to focus on finding him before he sneaks into the kitchen or the training areas.” The first-mad yelled, scolding his crewmates

“I swear I had him by my side a few seconds ago. I just I blinked, and just like that, gone! It’s like he just up and vanished!” Ace said desperately, looking around

“That’s why you can’t take your eyes off him; he is quick like that,” mutters Vista, thinking of where the little menace could have run off to now

“He wouldn’t get off the ship, would he?” He questions

“Unlikely, he will only get down once he sees one of us has deboarded, and despite looking for trouble, he won’t leave our side unless we tell him he can,” Izou pipes in

Their discussion is quickly cut short as two voices join their conversation

“What have I told you about sneaking into the kitchen?” Thatch grumbles, holding the child by the scruff of his shirt walking closer to the men

“But it was a mess! I needed to clean the mess up!” He fusses, looking up at the chef

“No, uh, Kitchen is a big No, No, don’t trust you not to steal one of my knives again.”

“But it was a mess; I need to go back and clean it; I need to make sure it’s clean, so much mess, I need to clean it,” he rambled on as he began to spiral on the thought of the kitchen and all the tools and areas that needed to be cleaned up

“Hey, Hey, I get you want to clean, but you can’t just barge in and start cleaning; you could get badly hurt if you touched one of the hot surfaces. Please don’t go back in there without one of us,” He said, lowering the kid to the ground

“Just don’t sneak in there again, got it?”

“Sorrey”

“It’s okay; I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried you could get badly hurt. How about you come to ask me first, and I‘ll let you know if I help clean?”

He grins, nodding excitedly

“Okay!”

“Hey, Dokucha, are you coming with us?” Called Vista; Marco and Izou already waiting for the pair at the port

“Yeah!” The exclaimed, running his way but skidding to a stop and looking at the two behind him

“Are you not coming?” He asked, looking at Thatch and Ace

“I’ll stay here; I have some things to attend to in the kitchen,” Thatch replies; he takes a moment to sigh and rub his head

“Someone has to keep this idiot some company,” quips Ace with a grin, only to groan as his comment was received with a hit on the back of the head

“What the hell, Thatch?!”

He snickers at his brothers' antics and resumes running his way to Vista, joining him as they go down the gangway

“Where are we going?”

Marco looks back at the two

“I need to refill some of the medical supplies; after that, we need to stack up on drinks,” Marco answered, looking down at the list he held in his hands

He jumps his way to Marco, hanging from his shoulder to take a look at the note

“What’s gunpowder? And what the hell is whetstone?” the boy asked, squinting at the words in the note

“Language,” muttered Marco, giving a side eye to the child on his shoulder

“Whetstones are used to sharpen swords, Dokucha; I need it to sharpen my swords; the one we have has grown dull,” Vista answered

“Hehehehe, Can I have the swords when you sharpen them?”

“Certainly not.”

“Just for a little bit, just want to test them; how do you know if they go through the skin if you don’t try it?” He grinned, a maniacal look growing in his eyes

“Who are you trying this on?!”

“I can find people to stab real quick; you won’t miss them.”

“No”

“I can use the blood of our enemies.”

“Still no.”

“Bah, what about gunpowder?”

“It’s used for firing weapons like my pistols,” Izou replied, showing the kid his pistols as he said that

“No.”

“Din’t even ask!”

“Don’t need to; you wouldn’t be allowed.”

“Ugh, party poopers,” he whined, sticking his tongue at the two

They roll their eyes at his antics, a chuckle escaping Vista as he shakes his head

“You’re quite something, Dokucha,” Marco stated, putting the note away and beginning to make his way into town

“I wouldn’t trust you with a wea- Agh!” His words were cut off as one of the locals knocked into him, causing him to stumble slightly in surprise

“Watch where you’re walking, dumbass,” they growl, continuing their way deeper into town

“…”

“Stab, Stab?” He said, not taking his eyes off the person as they walked away, an ominous-looking smile growing on his face

“Leave them,” Marco groaned, brushing himself off

“But they deserve it to have their blood splattered!”

“They are not worth it,” Vista sighed, shaking his head

“It’s fine. Let them have their rude ways; they hardly deserve any of you’re attention,” Izou added

“Don’t let people like that bother you, Dokucha; people like that enjoy pushing people around. It’s best not to waste your time with them,” Vista finished

“They were rude; come on, just one stab! I’ll make the prettiest painting with their blood.”

“No”

“No one will mis-

“Absolutely not”

Everyone would be hap-

“Just drop it.”

“Come o-

The three stated their answers firmly, all three sharing a similar tone that told him there was no room for discussion

“Party poopers”

So how was that? I tried to keep Dokucha an unhinged child, in a comedic way and make sure not to pass that line where you’re like bro this kid is a psychopath and no one should be near him. Im not sure if I was able to establish that balance here

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topguncortez · 2 years ago

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Crocodile Rock

Word count: 3.2k

synopsis: Phoenix finds the new pilot to be both mysterious and endearing, however, he is hiding something that she's not sure she can handle

warnings: a lil angsty, suggestive language, brief description of abusive relationship, military sexism.

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“Ya know, staring in some countries is considered illegal.”

Phoenix jumped as she heard a voice next to her and looked down at her little sister, who was leaning against the pool table, “I was not staring.”

“Yeah, sure,” Dragon rolled her eyes and turned around to see what her sister could possibly be looking at. The Hard Deck was packed for it being Friday night. A fresh shipment of TopGun hopefuls had arrived and the bar was crawling with young officers hoping to get lucky. There was one officer in particular that had caught Phoenix’s attention.

“What do you know about Commander Preston?” Phoenix whispered to her sister.

“Cerberus?” Dragon asked and Phoenix nodded. Dragon smirked, liking the shy look on her older sister’s face, “Well, His name is Luke Preston, callsign Cerberus. Newly promoted to Lieutenant Commander, taking Omaha’s spot, pretty sure he’s from Arkansas or some shit. . . and that’s all I know.”

“Rooster doesn’t tell you much?”

“Rooster and I have a no work talk at home rule, cause apparently I have anger issues,” Dragon rolled her eyes and Phoenix chuckled, “But, I think he’s nice. I only talked to him for like thirty seconds and he asked how I got my callsign.”

Phoenix nodded her gaze going back over towards Commander Preston. He was standing at the bar with Jake and Rooster. He seemed to fit right into the group. He was tall, his brown hair was cut to perfection and Phoenix could see hints of curls poking through. He was wearing his khaki uniform and the gold insignias on his collar shone brightly. Dragon glanced between where her fiance was and her sister, a mischievous thought coming to her mind.

“Oh my god… You have a crush,” Dragon pointed.

“Do not,” Phoenix spat.

“Then you won’t mind me going over there.” Phoenix crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, “Alright then.”

But panic rose in her chest as Dragon started for where the men were, “Wait, Dragon!” Phoenix tried to grab her sister’s hand but she shook it off, “Oh god.”

Phoenix felt her heartbeat in her ears as Dragon nestled up to Rooster’s side. She was one of the only aviators that had changed out of her service uniform saying the khakis give her a rash if she wears them too long. Rooster smiled and put his arm around his soon to be wife and introduced her to Commander Preston. Phoenix sucked in a breath as Dragon pointed over to where she was standing. Phoenix quickly tried to look like she was busy, but she was the only dagger squad member standing by the pool table. She cursed at herself for not going over to Y/N and Val were sitting.

“So you’re the legendary Phoenix,” Phoenix looked up from the green lining to see Commander Preston standing in front of her. She gulped and nodded, words suddenly failing her, “I’m Luke or Cerberus, whatever you prefer.”

“Natasha,” Phoenix said, nodding towards the man, “Nine ball?”

“Sure, rack ‘em,” Luke smiled.

From across the Dragon was leaning against Rooster, who was sitting on a barstool. She picked up her beer to take another sip, but Rooster took it out of her hand.

“Hey!” She glared at her husband, “I was drinking that.”

“And now you’re not,” Rooster smiled and took a sip of the drink, “What is your sister doing, by the way? What’s wrong with her face?”

Dragon turned her head over to where Phoenix was standing with Luke. Javy and Jake had joined them, looking over at the aviators playing a game of pool. Jake squinted his eyes, trying to size up the situation in front of him.

“What is going on with Phoenix?” Jake asked.

“I think she’s laughing?” Javy said, “And not at Hangman.”

Dragon just smiled and slipped the beer from Bradley’s hand and took a drink. Her work here was done, and now she can focus on spending the night unwinding with Rooster. She set the glass bottle down and patted Rooster’s shoulder.

“C’mon piano man,” Dragon nodded her head towards the piano at the end of the bar. Rooster smirked as he picked her up bridal style, making her giggle as he carried her over to the piano bench. She sat next to him on the bench, and took the aviators from his shirt and put them on her face. His fingers danced over the keys, playing some random notes.

“Tell me what I should play, sweetheart,” He asked her.

“Hmm. . . Crocodile Rock,” The smile on Dragon’s face was one that Bradley wanted to frame forever. Rooster bit his lip as he found the right keys to the song, and started playing. It was the song that was playing the night Rooster decided to propose to her. It had been totally impromptu, he didn’t even have a ring, but he knew that she was the one for them.

“I remember when rock was young, me and suzie had so much fun”

Phoenix lifted her head up as she heard Bradley’s voice fill the bar. She shook her head with a laugh at the sight of her future brother-in-law and sister sitting at the piano. Luke looked a bit confused as he looked over in the same direction. Phoenix licked her lips, feeling a shot of confidence fill her, she set the pool stick down, and walked over to grab Luke’s hand. He looked startled and Phoenix blushed.

“They do this every Friday night,” Phoenix said. Somewhere along the lines, the music had switched from Bradley playing the piano to the jukebox playing the song, “Care to dance?”

Luke looked from Phoenix’s outstretched hand and to where Dragon and Rooster were giggling and dancing in the middle of the hard deck. He looked back at Phoenix’s hand and placed his in hers. They both felt butterflies in their stomachs as Phoenix led them through the crowd and to where the patrons were dancing. Jake and Javy sat on a barstool watching everyone, singing loudly to the chorus of the song. Luke placed his hand on Phoenix’s waist, pulling her in a bit, and she rested her other hand on his shoulder. The two of them swayed in time to the music, both a little stiff, not used to the feel of one another.

“Oh lawdy, those Friday nights,” Rooster sang to Dragon, twirling her around and dipping her. The crowd seemed to love their Friday night dance breaks, and Phoenix loved watching them. They reminded her of her parents when they were younger.

“Those two really do this every Friday night?” Luke asked, a smile on his face.

Phoenix nodded, “At least they chose this and not Fake ID by Big & Rich. Better clear out of the way if that song comes on.”

Luke laughed, and god did Phoenix love the sound of his laugh, “Guess we need to practice a bit more.”

Phoenix swore her heart stopped in her chest and she looked up at Luke. His eyes were sparkling in the light of the Hard Deck. He looked like the real life version of Prince Eric. Luke looked down at Phoenix, seeing the different strands of golden brown in her eyes. It was if he was committing her face to memory, and he gently ran his knuckle over her face.

“BABY, PLAY FAKE ID!!” Dragon yelled, and the two of them snapped out of their daze.

They awkwardly pulled away from each other and cleared their throats. Phoenix stuck her hands in the pockets of her khaki uniform and Luke scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. After a moment, Phoenix turned to Luke.

“Hey could I get your-” She was cut off by his phone ringing.

“I’m sorry,” Luke said and pulled his phone out of his pocket. She only caught a glimpse of the caller ID and her heart dropped in her chest, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.” Luke swiped to answer the call and held it up to his ear, “Hey, honey.” Was all Phoenix heard as he walked out of the Hard Deck.

Dragon twirled her way over to her sister, a big smile on her face as she watched Rooster, Jake, and Javy start the line dance to Fake ID, and Penny shaking her head at how fast the aviators turned her bar floor into a dance floor.

“Hey, where did Luke go?” Dragon asked.

“To call his ‘honey’,” Phoenix spat and Dragon’s smile dropped, “Don’t worry about me. It’s your song, and everyone wants to see you dance with Rooster,” Phoenix pointed to where the boys were dancing.

“Tasha,”

“No, seriously,” Phoenix said and pushed her sister towards the floor, “Go dance, before Rooster embarasses himself.”

“I love you,” Dragon said and squeezed her sister’s shoulder before running to the floor right in time for the last chorus.

Luke stood against the railing outside the Hard Deck. He could hear the loud bass and the cheers from inside the bar as he held the phone to his ear. His eyes never left Phoenix, seeing her shoulders sag a bit when she pushed her sister back towards her husband. He felt a pit in his stomach.

“Did you hear me?” The voice on the other end of the line said and Luke stood up a bit straighter.

“No, I’m sorry, honey, what did you say?” Luke asked, pressing the phone closer to his ear.

“I asked when can I come see you, daddy?” The little girl asked and Luke smiled down at his brown dress shoes.

“Soon, babygirl, soon. Daddy’s gotta get some stuff settled here first. But I promise, you and Grandma can fly out soon. Now tell me about this school project you gotta do? Interview a hero?” Luke smiled as he heard his little girl ramble on about her school project, his eyes glancing to where Phoenix stood by herself.

— — —

Phoenix dwelled on the events of Friday night into the next day. She thought things had gone well between her and Luke until that phone call. If she would’ve known he was involved with someone, she never would’ve asked him to dance. The last thing she wanted was rumors to fly that she was meddling in someone’s marriage. Dating another person in the military came with its own risks, besides the biggest of all being that you put your life on the line for the country. The other was the risk of a ruined reputation.

Phoenix had worked hard to make a name for herself. It wasn’t easy to be a female fighter pilot, especially a female TopGun graduate. It was only thirty years ago that the first female ever graduated from the prestigious training school. Now, Phoenix was among the best of the best, being chosen for the infamous TopGun dagger squad, alongside her sister. The Navy had talked so much about them, the two Trace sisters from a small town in Wisconsin, now two of the Navy’s best fighter pilots. With holding such a title, came talk and scrutiny from the males. Phoenix had watched first hand the kind of damage that rumors and backtalk can have. She remembered the nights holding her sister as she cried about what some lieutenant had said about her and her relationship with Rooster.

“Hey, birdbrain, you gonna stand there or help me paint these?” Dragon said, snapping Phoenix out of her repertoire.

“Sorry,” Phoenix said and continued to paint one of the cabinet doors white. Dragon and Rooster recently moved into their first house, and there was a lot of work to be done. Pretty much everyone in the Dagger squad was helping them get some small project done, “Wait, where is your husband-to-be? How come he can’t help?”

“It’s book club day,” Dragon shrugged.

Phoenix snorted. It was Javy’s idea for the men to have an outing once a month, and for some reason, he decided that it should be to the golf course. None of them besides Jake golf regularly. But they had fun drinking and racing each other in golf carts on the course. Phoenix, Dragon and the wives would meet them at the golf club afterwards for dinner and more drinks.

“So have you talked to Cerberus?” Dragon asked, looking up from the paint can she was holding.

“Nope, and don’t plan on it,” Phoenix huffed.

“Tash-”

“He has someone,” Phoenix said, looking at her sister, “I am not even going to attempt anything. I’d rather stand clear than get my nose into stuff where it doesn’t belong. It’ll only give the misogynistic assholes more fuel.”

Dragon sighed and set her paintbrush down, “Look, I don’t think there is anyone else. I’m pretty sure he would’ve mentioned it to Rooster or Jake or someone.”

“Jake never mentioned his wife before we met her, and I was stationed with him for a year,” Phoenix argued.

“All I’m saying is don’t count him out yet,” Dragon held up her hands in surrender, “I haven’t seen you look so googly eyed and happy about someone since. . . well since Tanner.”

Phoenix clenched her jaw and felt her heart thudding in her chest. Tanner was a sore subject and Dragon knew it. But the younger sister had a point, Phoenix hadn’t felt the butterflies in her stomach since Tanner. In fact, she swore that they weren’t butterflies, they were more like birds trying to break out of a cage. Phoenix felt her eyes get watery and her throat tighten as memories flooded her mind. She gulped and looked up at her sister.

“I don’t want to have to fight again for someone’s affection,” Phoenix said and wiped away a stray tear, “I won’t do it. I won’t put myself back into that box.”

“I’m not saying you have to, Tash,” Dragon said, “I am saying that you need to give the guy a chance. Because that look that you have for him, he’s got the same exact look for you.”

— — —

Later that night, Phoenix and Dragon joined the rest of the squadmates at the golf course. Javy was already three sheets to the wind, talking loudly about how Bob completely missed his shot and sent his golf club flying into the other fareway. Phoenix sat next to her sister, like she usually did and Luke sat across from her. The two of them shared quick, longing glances every so often.

Luke felt horrible leaving Phoenix by herself the other night. He wished that he had her phone number or anyone else in the squad's number to reach out to her. He had been shocked when he got a phone call from Jake this morning, inviting him to their monthly golf outing. His old unit was nothing like this one. He could tell from day one that everyone here saw each other as family, and he loved that about them. Not once did he feel like the odd man out, and everyone made sure that he was welcomed in.

“So Luke, where did you transfer from?” Val, Coyote’s wife asked.

“Virginia Beach, ma’am.” Luke smiled.

“Oh shit not the ‘ma’am’,” Javy slurred and Val smacked her husband’s arm playfully, “Do we got ourselves another cowboy!?”

Phoenix nodded to herself and thought ‘I knew he had an accent’. Dragon nudged her sister, causing Phoenix to look at her, and wiggled her eyebrows up and down. Phoenix rolled her eyes and looked back towards Luke.

“Yeah he grew up a fucking SOONER!” Jake exclaimed and his wife swatted his arm. He was also very intoxicated and slurring every word he spoke, “Can y’all believe this shit??? I’m friends with a sooner!”

“Baby, I don’t think anyone else is concerned about this,” Y/N chuckled, “Ignore him, being from Texas is his whole personality,” Jake looked at his wife and scoffed, “Do you have a family or partner?”

Luke licked his lips and glanced quickly at Phoenix. He felt his palms grow sweaty and wiped them on his gray shorts, “No partner, but I got a family back home.”

Phoenix felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. There was no one else. She wasn’t going to be the “other woman”. But not everything settled just right. Maybe he was talking to someone? Maybe he had something complicated going on back home? Still, the curiosity rose in Phoenix as she wanted to know more about it.

After dinner, the squad found themselves outside on the patio, surrounding a fire pit. Most of them were snuggled up with their significant others, opting to share a chair instead of sitting in one next to them. Phoenix hadn’t ever minded seeing her friends paired up with their partners. It usually brought a smile to her face seeing the other halves of the guys she worked with every day. But now, she felt awkward as she sat between Bob and Luke, a little bit off of the main group, looking at the flames rising from the ceramic pit on the ground.

“Hey, I gotta go call home,” Bob said and excused himself from the group.

Luke felt the awkward tension grow even heavier as Bob left the group. He could also feel a pair of eyes burning holes into his head. He slowly turned his head to the left and saw Dragon Trace glaring at him. He had been warned that she was the one person you didn’t want to make mad, and he feared that he had already done that. Swallowing, Luke raised his hand and gave her an awkward little wave, and Dragon just tsked and turned her head back towards the conversation she was having with Payback.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t hate you,” Phoenix whispered to him, “That’s not her ‘I’m going to cut your brake lines’ glare, that’s more of her ‘I’m going to hide your flight plans’ glare.”

Luke nodded, “Glad I have a Dragon translator nearby.” Phoenix nodded and sipped her drink. Luke shifted in his chair so his body was more pointed towards her, “Hey, I’m sorry I left like that.”

Phoenix just shrugged it off, “It’s alright. No big deal.”

“No, Phoenix, I. . ,” Luke said and sighed, grabbing her hand in his, “Do you trust me?”

Phoenix scoffed, “I kinda have to-”

“No, take the fact that we are teammates out of this,” Luke said, “Do you trust me?”

Phoenix didn’t trust people. The list was small and she could probably list the names on one hand. But there was something about the way Luke held her hand and looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered that had her nodding her head to his question. Luke squeezed her hand in acknowledgement.

“Then know that I’m not hiding a wife or husband or partner from you,” He said, “There’s no one else just. . . something else.”

“I don’t-”

He was once again saved by the bell as his phone rang. Phoenix felt that pang in her chest as she saw the same caller ID as the other night. His light eyes looked up at her, and she frowned.

“I’m so sorry, but I need you to trust me.”

Every fiber in her being was telling her not to. That nothing good could come of this, but she had never been one to listen to what was good for her. So once again, Phoenix nodded. Luke stood up quickly from his seat to go answer his phone, leaving her alone again.

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phoenixstark1708 · 1 year ago

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neighbors

summary: phoenix catches her neighbor bucky masurbating while looking at her…

pairings: bucky x reader, bucky x OC

warnings: S M U T, two kids die :( reader is a doctor, taking readers virginity, sex at a bad time lol. - lmk what i missed

planning on this being a multi-part book

please y'all let me know what i can do better 🥲

enjoy~

I was getting ready to shower, curtains open, I tug off my pants, my thumbs hooking on my panties. I pull off my shirt and, unclipping my bra, I start the water, and set it to boil. I started fumbling with my speaker and turn on my favorite band, falling in reverse. i step into the shower and feel immediate relief from my day. a little boy came in with a gunshot wound. I work in a hospital, both as an anesthesiologist and an ER doctor/surgeon. I do a bit of everything.

the kid had been messing around with his dads gun and it went off. I did everything I could, but he shot himself in his chest and knicked his left ventricle, his heart. frankly, I was surprised he made it to the hospital at all. cases were involving kids always hit harder. I needed to decompress. masturbating always helped. after washing myself, I stepped onto the nice heated floor of my bathroom. I lay on the floor in front of the window, reaching from the ceiling to the tile.

no one was home now anyway; it was the middle of the day on a Monday, and there’s nothing wrong with feeling good with a good view, the bathroom was also on the second floor. I grabbed the vibrator that I kept in the drawers in my bathroom, but I began with my fingers. I started running my hands up and down my sides, stopping to massage by breasts, twisting my fingers around my nipples. my back arched in pleasure, I rarely have time to pleasure myself, so I’m pretty sensitive. I ran my hands down my stomach, and began massaging my inner thighs.

intentionally skipping over the place I wanted to touch the most. I slowly moved my hands up to my heat, and started gently stimulating my clit, letting out a loud moan and I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation. I could feel myself getting close so I moved my fingers to my dripping entrance I pushed two fingers into myself, stretching around them. it stung slightly, but it does every time because I haven’t been dehymenated yet - haven’t lost my virginity.

I started quickly moving them in and out, getting so close. I tried to hold my impending orgasm off, to make the pleasure last. my whole body burned-a good burn- and shook as I came undone. pleasure washed over me and I was loudly moan-panting. I relaxed into the floor, feeling the stress of my day leaving my body. relief washed over me as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. my breath gradually slowed. I got up and cleaned myself off, wincing slightly from the light overstimulation. I reached for my shirt, bending over the counter, my ass in full view of the window, when all of the sudden I felt a prick on the back of my neck- almost as if someone was watching me.

I turn to look out my window, and see my neighbor, Bucky, sitting on his patio, staring at me, his hand wrapped around his massive c0ck. he threw his head back in pleasure before he noticed me looking at him. I watched wide-eyed as he finished himself off, the tip of his cock releasing a LOT of cum onto his hand and shirt. I was seriously surprised at how much cum there was. I took a male reproductive class in med school and that much semen shouldn’t have been possible. like seriously. he slowly tilted his head back toward me, eyes still closed in pleasure, he continued lazily stroking himself as he groaned.

he opened his eyes and looked at me again. he stopped pumping himself once he saw me staring at him, shocked; and maybe a little creeped out. he looked like a deer in the headlights - or maybe like a guy who was caught masturbating while watching his neighbor. he froze for a solid 5 seconds, staring at me in my eyes, hand still firmly gripping his length. I was frozen aswell, trying to grasp the situation. when I rushed to cover my body, he snapped out of it, basically tripping over himself trying to pull up his jeans and get back into his house. I quickly closed the curtains.

buckys POV

I immediately regretted it. she must think of me as an absolute creep. I just couldn’t control my urges. I don’t know when the last time I felt anything but misery. when I met her, she smiled at me. she didn’t look at me in fear, as most people do. my heart skipped in my chest the moment I saw her, and now I fucked up. I scared her. I presented myself like a perv. I was sitting on my patio, which just so happens to be facing her fucking house, right below her 2nd floor bathroom, when I saw her taking her clothes off. my blood went directly to my dick. I hadn’t had an erection since the ‘40s.

i couldn’t help but stare. she got into her shower, and the sight of the steaming water running down her back made me audibly groan. she covered her body covered in soap suds, rubbing herself down. I wished I could be the one feeling her body, worshipping her perfect curves, massaging her breasts. this woman is going to be the death of me. I started palming my aching cock through my jeans. she stepped out of the shower and grabbed something from a drawer in her bathroom. she laid down DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HER DAMN WINDOW, I was confused.

my breath hitched in my throat when she began running her small hands up and Down her body, I stared in disbelief as she started groping herself. then she started masturbating. right. in. front. of. me. well, she didn’t know I was watching her, but still. my cock was so hard at this point, it was leaking precum. the moment I freed it from my boxers, I breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t know why, I just needed the release. I started jerking myself off while she pleasured herself. damn it felt good. I hadn’t felt this good since before I went to war. my god. I was already embarrassingly close to cumming.

i noticed, by her body language, that she must be too. I held off temporarily, I wanted to watch her cum first. if I was having my way with her, I would force her to cum for me so many times before I even considered touching myself. I stopped my hand movements, my cock aching. I watched her arch her back violently, and her whole body tremble while she came. god I wish I could taste her. when I knew she was done, I resumed my movements.

I watched as she reached for something on her counter, giving me a full view of her ass and her cunt. it was from a distance, but luckily my sight is heightened from the super soldier serum. for the first time in my life, I was glad I was a super soldier. I was throbbing at this point. it my balls felt so full it almost hurt. I was painfully close to cumming.

I threw my head back in pleasure as my orgasm took over. I was groaning so loud, she probably heard me. my eyes were screwed shut, and my breath came heavy. I let my head go forward, still lazily jerking myself off, imagining having her in m my life. a smile crept onto my face as I imagined that. my hand and stomach were covered in cum. if it was up to me, I would make her lick it all off and swallow it. fuck she would look so good with my cum on her tongue, or dripping out of her pussy- or her ass. or her face and stomach, back, or breasts. my god. I’m going to hell.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked to see if she was still there. she was. and she was staring directly at me, her mouth slightly opened in shock. I froze, my hand still around my re-hardening dick. there had to be a solid five seconds of just straight staring at eachother. I must have said “fuck” a thousand times in my head. I snapped out of it when she rushed to cover herself, I shot up from my seat and pulled my pants up, stumbling into my house. I fell right on my face. it serves me right. I fucked up. I knew I had to go over there, but I didn’t want her to kill me either. I couldn’t believe that I was so stupid and creepy. for gods sakes I scared a poor, defenseless girl. and fucked up my only chance of getting to know her.

this was me ‘assimilating’ into modern society. Steve said moving here would help me. “listen, I know you are hesitant about being somewhere on your own, but listen man, you need to get away from the fight. you’ve made amends. go relax. retire.” Steve told me. Tony set this up “your neighbors are nothing if not normal. Phoenix stark- your next door neighbor - is a doctor. so if your old age catches up to you, she can help. your other next door neighbor, chase mcpeterson is insanely in love with her, but she either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice, so he probably won’t like you. I wouldn’t get in the middle of that.

my POV

a few hours had passed, and I tried to brush off what happened by making myself dinner, and pouring a small glass of sazerac rye 18 year old whisky. an alcohol with a “mellow spice, and dry sweetness”- okay maybe a bit more then a small glass- but hey, I was off tomorrow, and the rest of the week; I was on call, but I was assured there was a small chance I would actually be required. I downed that first glass, and poured another. I turned on some music while I started the water for the noodles.

“sexy drug” was blaring over my surround sound. no doubt my neighbors could hear, but I didn’t really care. one of my neighbors is deaf, the other one almost, and then there’s Bucky. I tried to forget about him, and earlier. no matter what I did, he kept invading my thoughts. I kept re-imagining what happened, and what I wish could happen. it’s no secret that my neighbor Bucky Barnes was annoyingly attractive. it pissed me off so much. when he would be working out on his deck or patio, or working on his cars, I couldn’t help but stare. come to think of it though, I had never even seen him without a long sleeve shirt, and gloves. and yet he had seen me completely bare, and seen me masturbating no less.

yea, while he had his head thrown back, I saw his dick, but that, and barely any of his upper thighs, is all I saw. but damn. his dick had to be a solid 10/11 inches AT LEAST, and damn thick. I wondered if I could even take him. I then told myself to shut up. when I finally snapped out of it, the water was boiling over. I just decided to order take out. it’s been a day. for what it’s worth, I got steak from a high end restaurant. better then the buttered noodles I was gonna make, that’s for sure. by this point, I’d had about 3-4 drinks, and was pretty tipsy. not quite drunk enough, just tipsy.

I was dancing around my living room vibing with the song I put on when I heard a pounding on my door. I walked over, and looked through the peep hole, I saw him standing there. I stood there, frozen. why was he here? what did he want?? “Phoenix, I’m sorry. I know you’re standing there. please just open the door and hear me out.” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. damn. I forgot about the windows on either side of the door. I hesitantly unlocked the door and pulled it open. “listen, I-“ he stuttered when he noticed my shirt. ( I was dressed in a white crop top that said “orgasm donor”(see picture) and a pair of shorts that hardly covered my ass) suddenly I started laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing, this situation was just so weird. I glanced up at him and he was staring down at me sort of quizzically, a little amused, but mostly his eyes were filled with regret.

I felt a pang of guilt at being the one who made him feel that way, I shouldn’t, but I did. “come in! comeein!!” I said, slurring my words. he hesitantly stepped into my house. I stumbled into his chest and looked up at him with wide eyes. I pushed off of his chest and straightened myself. I turned off my music and took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever stupid excuse he could possibly have. I walked behind him and closed the door. afterwards pacing to the kitchen table, I motioned for him to sit down and I went to put on a sweatshirt.

I could have sworn I saw his eyes darken in- anger? but that was likely just the light. I sat across from where he was seated, and looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “I-“ he began, cutting himself off “I’m an idiot and I’m sorry, Phoenix. I know that what I did was insane, disgusting, creepy- and I don’t know why I did it. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. really. I am. I’m surprised you let me in, if I was you I woulda slammed the door In my face.” he could probably tell I was a bit taken aback by his words so he said “I’ll go, I’m sorry about everything, and I won’t bother you again. I’ll make sure you never have to see me again.” he got up to leave, but I got up too.

“stop. are you gonna let me talk at all?” I said, he did, he went to sit back down. instead of just sitting, I went and grabbed him a glass. I poured him a generous amount, and topped off my glass. “I-uh- thank you… I wasn’t expecting that” he chuckled, and looked at me expectantly. I took a long swig of my drink before answering “Bucky, I know you- well sort of- but I’m good at reading people.

I know you’re not a bad person. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” I said, he scoffed lightly “I’ve done things. I’m not a good-“ I cut him off “shut up. do you think I care? dude. I’ve done things too- terrible things. but I’ve made amends.” I ranted “why are you defending me when I was just a major peeping Tom?? I watched you when you were in a vulnerable state, and took advantage of that. why are you defending me?” he shook his head disbelievingly. I paused for a few moments, and downed my drink. i giggled “it was kinda hot” I kept laughing, looking him dead in the eyes. the alcoholwas giving me confidence, and a lack of a speech filter. “I mean,” I continued “when I saw you looking at me, I was like extremely turned on by it” I kept on giggling, and grabbed the bottle sitting next to me, taking a shot.

I hiccuped “well, for a second I was kinda confused, like what? me? and then I was a little creeped, but my second thought was ‘damn. he’s got I big dick’” I was like full on laughing right now, my eyes closed from the bliss the alcohol was giving me. “and then you came- cummed? came? orgasmed? Idontknow. and I was like seriously confused because there was so much of it! but damn it was sooo seggsy.” I was trying to catch my breath at this point, and reached for the bottle “I think you’ve had enough sweetheart” I sighed happily at the nickname “mmm say it again plesseeeee” I whined “no, I think it’s time for you to get some rest. or water. or both.” I frowned up at him “noo I donwanna.”

“Phoenix, you need to sober up, other wise you’ll feel sick” he reached for the bottle, but I grabbed it and took another long drink. “really?” he looked at me and took the bottle from me “heheh yeesss” I got off my chair and walked over to the speaker, and turned on ‘situations’ by escape the fate, and started singing loudly, and dancing around, well, the best I could anyway. “situationss are irrelevant noww, she loves the way that I tease, I love the way that she breathes. I touched her (ooh!) she touched my (ahh!) and that’s the craziest thing!”

I was prancing around my living room, and took off my sweatshirt, leaving me in the ‘orgasm donor’ tank top. “a certain girl she took my hand and ran ran it up her thigh! she licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night! she can’t behavee and I’m just a slavee” I was pointing at Bucky and smiling while singing, swaying my hips, and twirling around “I hate the ones who love to hate because they’re JUST like me” I pranced over to him “a certain girl she took her hand and and put in in my lap,” he was leaning on the table at this point, so I leaned into him and looked up at him innocently “”it’s way too full” she said “once you have me you’ll always come back”” I sang, staring up at him seductively. “she can’t behaveee and I’m just a slavvee! don’t worry, I’ll be gone when the morning comes.” I pranced away. I continued singing along until the song ended.

Bucky pov

She looked over to were I was, half-leaning on her kitchen table, staring at her hungrily, like she was the last thing i’d ever see. She walked over to me, but stumbling into me. She laid against me, her hands running up my chest, the smell of her arousal hitting my nose. “mmm stay withme tonight. I want you bumcky- hic- Bucky.” I grabbed her hands, careful with my left hand so she wouldn’t notice the difference, stopping them from wandering my body. “Phe, you need sleep. I’m not staying here tonight, you are not in your right mind right now.” I said softly.

I put her hands at her sides, and gently pushed her off my chest. “What!! Noo I want you?? Whywontyou give me what I want” she said, pouting. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. Where’s your room?” She took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. She opened a door and revealed her room. The bed was in the center of the room, with night stands on either side, despite her living alone. She laid down on the bed and beckoned me over “no. I’m not taking advantage of you again.” I said, barely able to restrain myself. I wanted to climb on top of her, and give her pleasure like she’s never felt before. I wanted to kiss her sweetly while I fucked her roughly, to tell her she’s mine. And only mine. I wanted to claim her as mine. To cum inside of her, and all over her. I wanted to suck and bite her soft skin, let everyone know she’s mine. I wanted to feel her stretch around my cock, my fingers, and tongue. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Not when she can’t properly consent. She looked at me, all snuggled into her bed “please stay… I don’t wanna be alone please.” She reached her hand out “alright. I’ll stay. Where do you want me to sit?” I asked “Nono, if you’re staying, you’re laying down. There’s a whole other side of the bed.” She looked at me sleepily “okay, I’ll lay down, but just on the other side. Alright?” I say, laying down /damn this is a comfortable bed./ after a few minutes, she snuggled into me, I wanted to push her away, but she looked so peaceful while she was asleep.

My pov

I woke up to my pager going off, I was snuggled into his side, his arm holding my back. I got up quickly, trying my best to not wake him. I reached over to check my pager; it was for the ER. Some terrorist organization blew up a warehouse with both government workers, and civilians in it. I had to get there ASAP. I quickly threw on a more appropriate shirt and pants. I rushed to brush my hair and teeth, not bothering to put on makeup; people were dying. I ran down the stairs, grabbed a muffin from the pantry, I almost stopped to write a note, but my pager went off again, they hit another hospital, this one housed a VA. I put down the pen and ran to my car. I broke every speed limit from my house to the hospital. I could’ve sworn I saw the avengers jet fly by. This must be serious.

Buckys POV

I woke up to a cold and empty bed. I was surprised to find that she wasn’t there, considering it her house. Gotta say, this is the first time a girl has ever left her own house because of me. I saw a note on the counter, but it was blank. Weird. I looked out the window and saw Sam and Steve exiting my house. I ran up to them “what’s going on?” I said, my voice laced with worry. I’d hoped it didn’t have anything to do with her. “Well. It looks like someone had a fun night!” Sam said with a shit eating grin on his face “yeah. Not really, my neighbour was sick, so I helped her out.” They didn’t need to know what really happened “right…” Sam said chuckling “Sam.” Steve said, with warning in his voice. “Listen buck, I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you, we’ve been busy with tracking down a terrorist organisation. This morning, they hit a warehouse with civilians, then an hour later they attacked a hospital.” My heart dropped. “Which one?” I demanded “mercy veterans hospital.” Steve said, thank god. That’s not the one phoenix works at. “Buck. We need your help. I brought a suit that’s more fit for combat. We just need you to evacuate civilians and transport them to the hope general ER. We need you for this Bucky.” I immediately agreed. Anything to help. I got suited up, and noticed that my arm wasn’t covered. I knew phoenix worked at hope general, but I didn’t have time to worry about her seeing my arm. People were dying. Steve and I were in charge of searching the rubble for survivors, I wasn’t supposed to be in the fight. Something about PTSD. i couldn’t care less. As long as I can help.

My POV

captain freaking America. He dragged someone into my ER. Like, by the arm. This person was in rough shape so I ran up to him. I took the man’s pulse and looked at captain America “why did you drag him in here?! He needs help.” I demanded, wrenching my (now patients) arm out of his grasp. Two of my nurses lifted him into a wheelchair and away to a room. The captain tried to follow, I placed my hand on his chest firmly. “Yeah. I don’t think so. You’re not kin, so you’re not going back there. Talk to him when he’s discharged or get a warrant.” I said sternly “all due respect, he did this. He’s a terrorist.” He said, looking at me incredulously. “He’s a patient. My patient.” I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm. This gets the attention of my security, but I wave them off. “There are three-dozen people in my ER right now. If you have a problem, take it up with the specialists at the desk, and make an appointment. or come back with some injuries.” I say, looking at him, clearly challenging him.

He let go of my arm and apologized “I’m sorry, just please have someone keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t run.” “Do you have handcuffs?” I ask, he hands me a pair, and the keys “mkay. He’s not going anywhere. Captain” I said the last word teasingly and he smirked at me. I went to check on my patient, Dani already took his vitals, and started an IV. He was in pretty rough shape, had a ton of bruises forming, and pretty bad lacerations all over his body. If he really did plant a bomb, he didn’t get very far away from the blast. He may have been a terrorist, but it’s not my job to decide who lives and who dies.

It’s my job to help everyone. I threw the cuffs away, there’s no way I’m going to put handcuffs on a patient. I quickly went to examine him, his oxygen, blood pressure, and heart rate were all normal, but I was worried about internal bleeding. I called someone in to cut off his shirt so I could do an abdominal examination. I checked everything and determined he needed an MRI and X-RAY. Right as I exited the room, I heard a code blue. I went to run off to the room when someone called my name “doctor! Doctor stark!” I turned around and saw captain America walking towards me.

“Just a second! Someone’s dying!” I yelled “stop! There are other doctors! Someone’s dying out here!” I turned on my heel and ran to him “where?” He took off, and I followed him, falling a bit behind cuz he’s a super soldier. I saw who he meant. A teenage girl, trapped under a block of cement, likely the only thing holding her together. I hurried over there and took her pulse “it’s thready, but she has a pulse.” I checked her airway, nothing was blocking it. “Go get my portable kit! Second door on the left, combination 7718.” I examined her injuries while he dashed off to get my stuff.

“Steve? I’m not finding anyone els-“ said a familiar voice. I didn’t have time to figure out who it was “find me a scissors or a sharp knife and bring them to me!” Whoever it was slowly started walking towards me “oh for gods sakes! Hurry u- Bucky?!” I say, turning towards the man. I was greeted with the sight of my neighbor, in a leather super suit, and a metal arm. Well that explains some things. He offered me a knife, looking at the ground. Then the captain jogged up with my kit. “Your security tried to stop me, that’s why I took so long. Oh, hey buck. what’s up?”

I went to work on my patient, vaguely listening to their convo. “I’m not finding anyone else, there’s no more heat signatures, The dogs are coming up empty. I think we’ve cleared the rubble.” I cut her shirt off, and immediately noticed a deep laceration on her side, over the RLQ. I covered the wound in gauze, and continued examining her body. When I got to her legs, she woke up and began flailing, dislodging her legs from the rubble. Well, part of them. She lost both legs right about where the femoral artery is. She was quickly bleeding out. “What’s your name, honey?” I asked her. “Marcy, Marcy Taylor. My moms name is Becky” I looked at Steve and Bucky “go find her mom. I don’t know how long she has.” I mouthed that last part. I managed to bandage her legs, so the blood loss slowed.

Unfortunately, she’d already lost about a litre of blood, and the legs weren’t clotting “I- I have a DNR.” She coughed out “I don’t want you to save my life, I just want you to find my mom. I need to say goodbye.” Her mom began sprinting up, kneeling next to her dying daughter. They said their goodbyes, and the daughter passed away. I hugged the woman while she sobbed into my shoulder. “Do you have any other family? Anyone you can see? Who can help you?” I ask gently. “M-my s-son. He-he’s in room 2-229.” She stuttered, hyperventilating. I motioned for Steve to take her to him. They walked off, leaving me with Bucky alone. “Listen, phoenix, I’m sor-“ “we need to get her body to the coroner. Think you can handle that? I’ll send someone out.” I say, walking away “stop! Phe, please. I need to tel-“ I cut him off again. “We’ll talk later! For now, I have a job to do, and so do you barnes.” I didn’t even stop to look back.

I meant what I said, about having a job to do. The talking however, not so much. I planned on avoiding him from now on. Well that wouldn’t end up working out. I got back to the ER and went to check the board, only to not find my name. “Where’s my patient list?” I ask the head nurse. A voice from behind answers “you’re going home, dr.stark.” My boss told me “go home, rest, and come in next Tuesday. You’re not on call anymore, you need a break.” I was going to protest, but my body had other plans. I let out a weak “okay” before heading out the door to my car.

I cried the whole way home. I felt pathetic, but I just lost another patient, Bucky is an avenger, and I’m so tired I’d rather sleep than do anything else. But I couldn’t. I had stuff I needed to take care of first. I had to talk to Bucky, I told myself I wouldn’t, but even I knew that wasn’t gonna happen. I pulled into my driveway, seeing him already standing on my porch. I hit the steering wheel, and let out a defeated cry. I couldn’t get five seconds to decompress.

i stepped out of my car, and Bucky headed straight for me. “Phe, we need to talk. About yesterday, about last night, about today, and about everything. Please.” I walked past him, on the verge of tears again. He trailed me so close, I could smell his cologne. “Phoenix! Please!” He said, trying to get ahead of me, I just walked around him and pulled him with me when he tried to stop me. “If you wanna talk, we’re talking on my terms. I’m exhausted, frustrated, confused, angry, and so much more. Come inside and we can talk there.” We walked into my house and went upstairs “stay down here please. I need a minute.” While I was upstairs, I changed out of my scrubs, washed my face, and took a hydroxyzine.

I lay on the floor of my room for a few minutes, trying to destress. I walked downstairs after a few minutes, bucky was sitting at the table, wringing his hands. I sat across from him. “Talk. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kick you out of my house right now.” I said refusing to make eye contact. “Phoenix, I’m sorry. I should’ve been up front about who I am, I just sort of hoped you either knew and didn’t care, or you wouldn’t find out. I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m sorry” he said somberly. He was still in the suit from earlier. After a moment of silence he reached for my hand.

I let him take it. “I understand why you’re afraid. If you need me to go, I will. But if I can do anything to earn back your trust, I’ll do it.” I scoffed at that “what trust?! You watching me while I shower? Hiding the fact you’re a damn avenger? And oh, I don’t know, the fact you have a metal arm?!” I shouted at him. I yanked my hand from his grip. He gave me a look similar to a kicked puppy. “I forgive you for being a creep, and you didn’t even give me the damn decency to tell me who you are!? I mean, weve been “friends” (air quotes) for a few weeks. You slept in my bed, and yet you didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, the fact you are a damn super soldier, have a metal arm, or the fact that- I don’t know.

I shouldn’t need to give you more examples. Hell, I don’t even need to explain myself to you! I don’t know why I am.” I say, getting up from my seat and walking to the kitchen. “ya know, I thought you were this great – albiet secretive – guy. Well, I come to find out you get your rocks off watching women bathe. And- DAMN IT!” I yell that last part, accidentally slicing my hand open. “And I just can catch a single fucking break.” I finish, reaching for the paper towels. Bucky starts to walk over to me, but stops himself. I wrap the cut with a damp paper towel. It’s not too deep so just my makeshift bandage would be enough.

I start breaking down, tears streaming down my face- not from the pain, but from the stress. Bucky crossed the room quickly, wrapping his arms around me firmly. His touch sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my core. He was not expecting me to hug back, but also not letting me escape his embrace. I tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed in his arms, some of the stress melting away. My arms were pinned to my chest, so I just let him hold me, resting my forehead on his chest. “I’m sorry phe. I never meant to hurt you. and I’m so sorry that I did.” He said sincerely. I nuzzled my head into his chest, letting out a sob. He began petting my hair “I know, I know sweetheart.” He said comfortingly. He pulled me back by my arms “are you okay phoenix? I’m sorry for calling you sweetheart.”

I smiled up at him “I didn’t mind buck.” I smiled at him, a mischievous look in my eye. He looked down at me skeptically, so I went on “ya know, I meant what I said last night, and I really appreciate you not doing anything while I was intoxicated, but I’m not now…” I look at him with a glint in my eyes. He hesitantly reached for the sides of my face, gently tilting my head up, and placed his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered closed, savoring the kiss. He pulled away after a moment, attempting to read my reaction. In response to this, I threaded my hands through his hair, kissing him passionately.

He kissed back hungrily, his hands beginning to roam my body. He gripped my ass, making me gasp. He took advantage of that and slid his tongue into my mouth. He broke the kiss for just a moment to tell me “jump.” And continued kissing me. I hesitated, breaking away to ask “what? Are you sur-“ he slapped my ass “jump.” And for a moment, he looked concerned “was that okay?” I nodded, enjoying the slight pain. I jumped up and he caught me, wrapping my legs around him. I put my arms around his neck, stabilizing myself. He smiled up at me and carried me up the stairs easily, his hands gripping my thighs. He kicked my bedroom door open, shutting it behind us. He did all this while kissing me. he slowly laid me down on my bed, climbing over me. He moved me up to the pillows, his lips moving to my neck. He quickly found the spot that, I didn’t even know existed. I let out a moan when he sucked on the delicate skin. He pulled on the hem of my shirt, so I put my arms up, letting him take it off. I, in turn, did the same with his, in the moment he and I were separated, I admired his body, running my hands up his chest and down his arms- both of them. I looked up at him with nothing but trust. He began to tug off my pants, leaving me in just my undergarments. He went to continue, but I stopped him “buck, wait. Please” he looked at me worriedly

Bucky POV (short)

My heart dropped when she told me to stop. I had thought she was enjoying herself. I immediately felt like shit for misreading the situation.

My POV

“Buck, wait. Please.” He looked at me worriedly. “I-I’ve never done this before…” I said, unable to look him in the eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want me to stop?” My eyes got wide “no! No, just please be gentle. I heard it hurts really bad, but I need you Bucky.” I say. “I’ll take care of you honey, I’ll make you feel good. Do you trust me?” I nodded, and he went to work removing my bra.

Bucky POV (short)

She’s a virgin. I thought she was going to tell me to stop, but she wants me to take her virginity. I was gonna make damn sure her first time was incredible, but that also meant that I need to hold back a bit. I couldn’t wait to have her begging for my cock, but that would have to wait.

My POV

He went to work removing my bra, massaging my breasts in a way I’d never done before. It felt amazing. He twisted one of my nipples, watching my face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He took my other one into his mouth, sucking the sensitive nub. I moaned out, I was already so deep in pleasure and he’d hardly done anything. He trailed kisses down my abdomen, pulling my panties off when he got to my core. I shivered when the cold air hit my wet pussy. He kissed my clit, making me jump “wha-what are you doing?!” I asked, insanely confused “I’m gonna use my mouth sweetheart. Is that okay?” I nodded “do you trust me?” I nodded again. He ran his tongue up my clit, making me moan. He groaned at the taste of my arousal. He circled his tongue around my clit, and gently suckled on it. I threw my head back and moaned. I had never even imagined anything feeling this good. I felt the familiar burning sensation through my body and moaned out something close to “imgunnacum-“ then the best orgasm of my life washed over my body.

My legs were trembling, Bucky holding them in place. He didn’t stop. He kept eating me out like I was his last meal. I was shaking from the overstimulation, but he kept going. He kept going until I came again. After, he moved down to my entrance, and dipped his tongue inside of me. This I was not expecting. I clenched around his tongue, making him moan. He removed his mouth and replaced it with one of his fingers, gently pushing it inside of me. He mumbled something like “fuck you’re so damn tight.” I gasped at the intrusion, his fingers were longer than mine, and about twice as thick. He didn’t move it though, which surprised me “wha-“ he cut me off “let me know when you’re ready for me to move, baby”. I waited for a moment, and the sting gradually went down. “O-okay” I said, he slowly started pumping his finger, curling it slightly to caress the soft spot inside of me, yet another thing I didn’t know about.

I mewled at the sensation, swearing I was seeing stars. “Ohgod Bucky!” He smirked up at me, his eyes meeting mine “you like that baby? Hm?” I nodded. He continued pleasuring me, slowly adding another finger, stretching me out even more. Tears pricked at my eyes, it kinda hurt to be stretched like this. Noticing this, he went to work again with his mouth, giving kitten licks to my clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking. I threw my head back, distracted from the pain. I whined out his name as I came undone a third time “that’s it baby, let go for me.” He murmured. He climbed up by body, hesitantly putting his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth, sucking his fingers clean. “There you go, that’s my good girl.” I moaned, relishing the praise.

He stripped off his boxers, pumping himself a few times, spreading precum over the head of his dick. He’s even bigger than I thought. My eyes widened with anxiety. He looked at me, worry and anticipation laced his features. “Are you ready honey? This might hurt. Are you sure you want to do this? I will NOT be upset if you decide not to.” I looked at him “get inside me Bucky- just be careful please. I’m kinda scared.” He lined himself up with my entrance. Looking into my eyes, he slowly pressed the tip in, stretching me out. I gasped out at the sensation, making him stop. “You okay sweetheart?” I nodded and he continued easing in. I’ll be honest, it stung like hell. But I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Getting to share this moment with him?incredible. I had my eyes screwed shut from the pain “look at me honey” I opened my eyes, wincing. He was only about four inches in at this point. With my silent consent, he continued. My eyes began to fill with tears as he tore my hymen.

He bent down and kissed the tears on my cheeks. This small romantic gesture filled my heart. It took a few more minutes before he was fully inside of me. He laid against my body, giving me time to adjust. Slowly, the pain began to melt into pleasure, the lines between the two blurring. I rocked my hips experimentally, moaning at the instant pleasure it gave me. I felt so incredibly full. He got back up “how do you feel honey?” He asked gruffly, clearly restraining himself “so… so full…” I whined. “Am I okay to move?”

I rocked my hips again, moaning even louder than before. “Yes” with that he pulled almost all the way out of me, and slowly thrust back in. I was being so loud I would’ve been worried about my neighbors hearing, except of course, one was deaf and the other was balls deep inside of me right now. He continued this pace, making out with me, kissing me sweetly. I broke away from him “buck- ah! Pl-please go- ohmygod! Fas-ter” I said, struggling to speak between moaning and panting. He happily obliged, moving his hips a little faster. He was stabilizing himself with his arms above my head.

I reached up for his left arm-the metal one- and placed it against my throat. His eyes got wide, and he squeezed my throat, testing my reaction. I loved the sensation it gave me, my moans growing louder and more frequent. He sped his pace even more, making me see stars. He reached his other hand down and began rubbing my clit. I came around his cock, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He was clearly close too, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and erratic. “Ohhfuck baby… god I’m Gonna cum. Where do you want me to-“ I cut him off, tugging on his hair “cum inside of me Bucky.” He hesitated for a moment, but then started thrusting harder and faster. He leaned down and kissed me, sweet and soft, while he came inside of me. I could feel his warm cum filling my pussy and leaking out. He continued thrusting slowly, riding out his orgasm. His body collapsed on top of mine, still buried deep inside me, the white fluid dripping out of my cunt.

“That was-“ I started, cutting myself off “wow.” Bucky finished. He rolled over, letting himself slide out of me, and gently picked me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He set me down on the counter, and grabbed a small towel, running it under warm water. He cleaned me up, then himself. He ran some warm water in my large bathtub, and set me in it. I was pretty much dazed and in shock over what just happened. “Sweetheart?” Bucky said, trying to snap me out of my daze. I hummed in response “do you have bubbles?” He blushed, seeing the fucked out expression on my face. “Ye-yeah, top shelf. I motioned for it. He dropped some in, causing the water to smell of lavender and bubble up. He slid in next to me, pulling me flush against his chest. “Are you okay, honey?” tilting my head up to meet his eyes, “perfect..” I mumbled. I snuggled closer to him, and began dozing off, consumed by the warmth of him, and the water while he started rubbing my back.

PLEASE let me know how this was!! Didn’t proofread so it might be terrible

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Stubborn Hearts: Wedding Day | Part 2

Summary: Part of the Stubborn Hearts Universe Bradley and Sunshine are finally walking down the aisle! You are invited to share their day and celebrate this dynamic duo! There will be laughter, tears, happiness, and lots of shenanigans from our Dagger crew. (NOTE: WILL BE NSFW 18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI!)

Characters: Bradley x Mitchell! Reader, Jake x Female! OC (Shay Benjamin), Dagger squad, Pete Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, Penny Benjamin, Sarah Kazansky.

Read Part 1 Here

Word Count: 11,202 - no chill...sorry, not sorry!

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT (Oral-male receiving, PinV, unprotected sex), slight breeding kink, little bit of angst, MORE FLUFF! 18+ MINORS DNI!! Only loosely edited

A/n: I do NOT own Top Gun Characters, I do NOT give permission to copy or repost my work on any platforms– reblog welcome– Thank you @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls for letting me bounce ideas off of you on the regular!

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“Rise and Shine!” Jake’s voice called through your door, pulling you and Bradley from a deep slumber, “It’s wedding rehearsal day! Up and at ‘em!”

You groaned, shifting to hide your face in Bradley’s chest, not ready to get up. You were deliciously sore in all the right places…and in places you didn’t know existed. Once the conversation about babies had taken place, Bradley made it his mission to do all he could to impregnate you immediately. You weren’t complaining. You definitely enjoyed the process.

“He’s not gonna go away.” Bradley chuckled, pulling you to him, and bringing his head down to kiss your forehead softly. “We’re going to need to get up, Sunshine.”

“But I’m warm… and comfy… “ You reasoned, “Can’t we just stay here?”

“After tomorrow, we’ll be on our honeymoon.” He compromised, “We can stay in bed all day, everyday.”

“Since I don’t yet know where we’re going, I can’t make any decisions about staying in bed.” You teased, “Although, I’m sure I can be persuaded.”

“Hope you’re decent! I’m coming in!” Jake warned, causing you and Bradley to frantically shift the sheet to cover both of you, as clothes had not played a part in the night’s activities.

“Jesus, Jake!” Bradley called out when Jake flung the door open, “Remind me to get locks for the door.”

“I gave fair warning” He shrugged, a giant grin on his face. “Sweets, I’m gonna need you to get your gorgeous self up and join Shay and Phoenix on a little excursion. Bradley, get your ass dressed and join Bob and me on a little mission. Time’s wasting, move it!”

“What excursion are you talking about?” You asked confused, “We don’t have plans until later.”

“That information is above my paygrade.” He replied, “I’m simply following orders.”

“What mission?” Bradley asked.

“You’ll find that out in good time. It’s top secret.” Jake replied, backing out of the room, “GET UP GET UP!”

He left, closing the door behind him. Leaving you and Bradley to look at one another then dissolve into giggles.

“Only way we’re going to find out what our wedding party is up to is to go with them.” Bradley reasoned.

“Are we sure we need to be separated tonight?” You pouted, “I sleep better with you.”

“I sleep better with you tucked into my side too, Sunshine.” He replied, kissing you sweetly. “Just one night though and then we get our wedding night…” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“You’re a goofball.” You laughed, kissing him once more before getting out of bed.

“But I’m your goofball and you’re stuck with me.” He replied, “No take backs. No returns or exchanges.”

“None needed.” You tossed over your shoulder, making your way to the bathroom, “I’ll happily keep you forever.”

Bradley jumped up, intercepting you before you made it to the bathroom and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled up at him, winding your arms around his neck.

“I love you, Sunshine.” he said in a gravelly voice, “I absolutely cannot wait to be married to you.”

“I love you too, Roo.” You replied, “I can’t wait for you to be my husband and spend the rest of our lives together.”

He kissed you again before separating so that the two of you could get ready. After quickly showering and pulling on a pair of cutoff shorts and one of Bradley’s Naval shirts, tied at the waist and tucked under so that it fit.

You walked out to the living room to find Phoenix and Shay on the couch, Jake and Bob busy with something in the kitchen.

“Alright, what’s this excursion we’re supposed to be going on?” You asked.

“We’re kidnapping you for the morning.” Shay said, not divulging any more information, “We will bring you back in time to change for the rehearsal and get your bag packed that you’ll need for tomorrow. Your bag for the wedding night and honeymoon is already packed and ready for you.”

“Will the men be returning my fiance to me before the rehearsal?” You asked.

“Nope!” Jake said coming into the living room, “Sorry, Sweets! You’ll see him at the rehearsal and the dinner. Then I’m on Rooster duty tonight.”

“OK.” You replied, chuckling. “Take good care of him today.”

“We will!” Bob promised, “You ladies have fun today.”

You walked over, hugging both Bob and Jake. “Love you boys.”

“Love you too, Sweets.” Jake smiled lovingly at you, “Have fun today.”

“You too.” You replied, “Not too much fun though” You added, raising an eyebrow at him, causing him to laugh.

“Damn, you look good in my shirts, Sunshine.” Bradley said, allowing his eyes to wander over your entire body.

“Thanks!” You replied, “I think I might keep this one.”

“You can keep all of my shirts.” He replied, coming to a stop in front of you, his hands coming up around your waist. You ran your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Marital property I guess.” You teased, “Have fun today, I’ll see you at the hagar.”

“You too, Sunshine.” He replied, dropping a kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You said, kissing him once more before grabbing your purse and heading out the door with the girls.

Once in the car you tried to get them to divulge where they were taking you without any luck. Finally, Shay pulled into a parking lot of the salon they’d taken you to when they’d staged the intervention while Bradley and Jake were deployed.

“Is this another intervention?” You asked, trying to think if you’d come across as stressed or in need of a spa day.

“Nope!” Phoenix replied, “Just a little pre-wedding pampering from us to you, because we love you!”

“Oh my God, I love you guys too!” You gushed, “I couldn’t ask for better friends than the two of you and I am so grateful for you both!”

“You’re gonna make me cry and then my eyes will be puffy!” Shay said, hugging you, “Come on, we’ve got an afternoon of being spoiled ahead of us.”

The three of you made your way into the building, immediately being guided back to a private room.

“We went all out.” Phoenix admitted, “Your Aunt Sarah and Penny also chipped in so it’s from all of us. Facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, hair and makeup. You’re going into the rehearsal and your wedding tomorrow looking and feeling like a million bucks.”

“Please tell me y’all are getting pampered too?” You asked, “You’ve done so much and deserve to be pampered!”

“We are actually.” Shay replied, “THAT was courtesy of Jake when we were discussing our various kidnapping plans.”

“He’s so perfect.” You said smiling, “I love that big softy.”

“He is pretty damn amazing.” Shay agreed, “I’m completely in love with him.”

“I’m calling it right now.” You told Phoenix, “Next wedding we attend will be Jake and Shay’s.”

“Oh, I’ll absolutely put money on that.” She agreed.

“I don’t know about THAT.” Shay said, “I wouldn’t count Penny and your Dad out, Y/N.”

“I would love for them to finally get married, but my dad is notorious for dragging his feet when it comes to matters of the heart.” You said, “I bet it’ll take all of us plotting and pushing for that to happen.”

“I used to think the same about Hangman,” Phoenix smirked, “But along came Shay and voila! Soft, lovesick Jake enters the game.”

“To be fair, I think Jake was ALWAYS a big softy but was really good at projecting asshole Hangman and worked hard to keep people out.” You said.

“Could be right.” She admitted.

“So where did them men take my fiance off to?” You asked.

“They’re starting the day on the golf course. The rest of the day is top secret.” Shay said. “We weren’t even allowed to know.”

Several hours later, very relaxed and with your nails, hair and makeup done, you all left the salon.

“You’re lookin’ hot!” Phoenix said, “Bradley is gonna go feral when he sees you.”

“He’ll have to keep it under control, we’re not allowed to be together tonight.” You pouted.

“It’s one night, Y/N.” Phoenix laughed, “You’ll be fine.”

“Jake said Bradley was pouting about being separated too.” Shay laughed, “These two are extra needy.”

You stuck your tongue out at them, playfully. As much as you hated sleeping away from Bradley, you were looking forward to spending time with the girls at your Aunt’s house tonight.

There was enough time before you had to be at the rehearsal to grab a late lunch and head back to change into the dress you’d picked out for the rehearsal.

The girls had brought their outfits too so everyone changed at your house.

“Ladies!” Jake called entering the house, “Everyone decent?”

“I thought the plan was to meet at the hangar?” You asked, Shay as she zipped up your dress for you.

“I did too.” She said, “Hold on, stay here I’ll go see what’s up.”

She ducked out of the room to go get clarification from Jake on the plan, leaving you and Phoenix to finish getting ready.

“What are y’all doing here?” Shay asked, stepping into the living room. The guys had all collapsed down onto the couch.

“Bradley here, decided he absolutely needed to see Sweets before the rehearsal and is insisting on riding together.” Jake explained, “So we decided that we’d all get ready here, then you ladies can ride with us and the bride and groom to be can drive separately.”

“Ok.” Shay said, “Y/N’s almost ready. Phoenix and I are about ready too. Y’all need to get dressed.”

“Yes, Ma’am” Jake replied, “Wanna come help me?”

“I think you can handle it big boy.” Shay smirked at Jake, “We’re on a schedule.”

“No fun, Darlin’.” He complained, pouting as he headed to his room. Bob, following behind to get ready in the spare room.

“Can I go in by Sunshine now?” Bradley asked Shay, hopefully.

“Yes,” She laughed, “Go on ahead. Knock first though in case Phoenix is still getting dressed.”

“I’m right here.” She said, coming into the room. “Y/N is still in the room though, go on in.”

“Thanks, Nix.” He beamed, heading straight to your shared room.

You’re just slipping your feet into the wedge sandals you’d bought to go with the dress when Bradley walked in.

“Wow…” He whispered, taking you all in, “Sunshine, you look absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you, Stud.” You smiled, standing up and walking to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “I missed you today.”

“Missed you too.” He replied, stealing another quick kiss before stepping back. “I got something for you… I was planning on waiting until tomorrow, but I wanted to be with you…”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, handing it to you. “This was part of our top secret mission today. I’d mentioned it to Jake in passing and he made it HIS mission to help me find it for you.”

You carefully opened the box, gasping when you saw the contents, tears quickly filling your eyes. You tipped your head back frantically blinking the tears away so as not to ruin your makeup.

“Bradey.” You whispered, glancing back down to the contents of the box. Nestled inside was a delicate charm bracelet. You pulled it out and looked at each of the small charms. There was a tiny sunflower and a delicate sunshine that matched your necklace, but what really caught your attention was a charm that had a small picture of you with your Uncle Tom on the front. It was one of your favorite pictures of the two of you. You both had huge smiles on your face, excited because it had been taken right after you’d passed your final test for your pilot’s license.

“Flip it over.” Bradley instructed softly. Following his instructions you carefully flipped the charm over in your hand,tears instantly falling from your eyes, now unable to stop them. Engraved on the back of the picture charm were the words, “I love you, Nugget.” in your uncle’s handwriting.

Bradley carefully took the bracelet from your hand, opening up the clasp and securing the bracelet to your wrist. You threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. His own arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly.

“I love you so much, Bradley.” You said, “Thank you, this is perfect. I absolutely love it.”

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, “I wanted you to have your Uncle with you, not only on our wedding day, but flying with you and keeping you safe.”

“It’s amazing.” You smiled at him, before pulling back and wiping your eyes carefully. “I actually have something for you too, Roo.”

You went to the dresser and pulled out a small box that you’d hidden under some clothing. You’d found the idea on Pinterest of putting pictures on small charms and attaching them to a pin. You handed the box to Bradley, who carefully took it while smiling down at you.

He opened the box, looking at the pin holding two small charms. Pulling it out to get a closer look, he gently runs his fingers over both of the pictures. Your dad had found a picture of Goose and Carol on their wedding day which you used for one of the charms, then a picture of them both holding Bradley, each kissing one of his cheeks, a giant smile on Bradley’s face was the picture on the other charm.

“I wanted you to have your parents with you at our wedding. You can pin them inside your suit jacket and they’ll be with you while we say our vows. Then you can also pin it to your flight suit on the inside and take them with you while you fly.” You whispered, watching all of the emotions play out like a movie across his face.

“Sunshine…” he whispered, choked by emotion, “I didn’t even know these pictures existed…. This is… thank you.” He pulled you close, his hands in your hair, lips pressed against the top of your head. You own arms tightly wrapped around his waist. “I love you, Baby…so damn much.”

“I love you too.” You said, tipping your head up to him. He ducked his own head, once more capturing your lips with his own.

“I need to get changed.” He said, reluctantly staking a step back. “Then we can get going. I was able to finagle time alone for us.”

“So we get to drive to the hanger just the two of us?” You asked, batting your lashes at him.

“Behave, minx.” He chuckled, “We won’t have that much extra time.”

“I can’t wait until tomorrow night.” You said, crowding his space again, knowing the effect you’d have on him.

“You’re killin’ me, Baby.” He complained, stepping back from your hold. “I’m gonna get dressed, meet me in the living room.”

You laughed, grabbing your phone and heading out to the living room.

“You look beautiful, Sweets” Jake said, when you entered. He walked over to wrap you in a tender hug.

“Thank you, Jakey.” You said, “You’re looking very handsome yourself.” Jake and Bob were wearing Hawaiian shirts similar to the one Bradley picked out for the rehearsal. You’d giggled when you’d seen them, but you had to admit they were pulling it off.

“You’re looking very dapper as well, Bob.” You winked over Jake’s shoulder at the other aviator, causing him to blush.

Stepping back from the embrace, Jake noticed the bracelet on your wrist and smiled softly.

“It looks good, Sweets.” He said, gently cradling your hand in his own to get a better look.

“Thank you.” You replied, “Bradley said you were on a mission to find someone who could make it.”

“It was a great idea that I knew you’d love.” He said, shrugging, “I’d do anything to ensure you’re happy, Sweets.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, Jakey.” You replied, hugging him once again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He said softly, holding you tightly.

“Ugh! You both are gonna make me cry and ruin MY makeup!” Shay complained.

“No more tears.” Jake chuckled, “From either of my girls.”

“You making my Sunshine cry, Seresin?” Bradley asked, coming into the room, a knowing smile on his face.

“We agreed that the mission was top secret, Chicken.” Jake glared playfully at Bradley, “My involvement in the bracelet wasn’t needed information.”

“I agreed to it being a top secret mission BEFORE giving it to her.” Bradley corrected, “I never promised to not tell her you moved Heaven and Earth to make it happen AND in time for the wedding.”

“Remind me to be more careful in negotiations with you in the future.” Jake replied, shaking his head. “Alright, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now.”

The rehearsal went well. Only a few logistical changes needed to be made for the next day. Before heading out to your Aunt Sarah’s for the dinner, your dad pulled you aside to let you know that everything was set for for the following day. He’s secured the pictures needed for the front row of chairs, reserving them for Goose, Carol, your mom and Ice. You had hugged him, fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time that day. You knew you’d be an emotional wreck the next day. You were absolutely beyond happy to be marrying Bradley but it was bittersweet, as so many of the people you loved weren’t able to be there.

After the rehearsal, everyone drove back to town to your Aunt’s house. She’d catered a nice meal for not only the wedding party but the entire Dagger team and the rest of your family and friends. Being at the house always felt like home, but even a half year later, you still expected your uncle to be there waiting for you when you walked through the door.

“You OK, Firecracker?” Your dad asked, finding you in your uncle’s old office.

“Yeah.” You whispered, wiping tears from your cheeks. “I was just really missing him. I can still smell his cologne in here… and if I close my eyes, I can pretend he’s still here.”

“He is still here,” Your dad assured you, pulling you into a hug, “He’ll always still be here because he’s in our hearts and in our memories.”

“I miss him so much, Dad.” You replied, “I’d even love to hear him say ‘I told you so’ about everything working out with Bradley.”

“Oh, he definitely wouldn’t let you forget that he was right.” Mav chuckled, “I miss him too, Firecracker. He would be so proud of you and so damn happy that you’re marrying Rooster.”

“Did you see the bracelet Bradley had made for me?” You asked, bringing your wrist up to show him, “Jake found a place that could do it quickly.”

“He told me about his plan.” Mav said, holding your hand to look at the charms. “I told him where to look for the writing. I knew you’d have kept old cards and letters from him.”

“Apparently the men in my life are all super sneaky.” You smiled. “But I love you all.”

“I can say with confidence that we all love you too.” He smiled warmly. “I think everyone is getting ready to head out though and Bradley was lookin’ for his bride to be.”

“Guess it’s time to say goodbye to my fiance.” You said, “Still think this tradition in dumb.”

“You’ll have fun with the girls.” He laughed, “And you’ll see him tomorrow.”

You made your way downstairs to say goodbyes to everyone before stealing a few moments with Bradley.

“Next time I see you will be at the altar, Sunshine.” He beamed, “I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress.”

“I can’t wait to see you in your suit.” You replied, pulling his head down to kiss him. “I’ll miss you until then though.”

“I’ll miss you too.” He said, leaning in to steal another kiss, before whispering, “Plan on more baby making tomorrow night, Sweetheart. I fully intend to get you pregnant before my leave is over.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Roo.” You whispered back, smiling. “I love you, so so much.”

“Love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, stealing a final kiss.

“Alright, love birds, time to separate.” Jake said. “Sweets, I promise to take good care of him and will make sure he’s at the end of the aisle for you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Jakey,” You replied, “I can’t wait to see you all decked out in your suit.”

“Won’t even come close to holdin’ a candle to you Sweets.” He flashed you a big smile, his dimples popping. “I’ll bet money, Rooster here will be cryin’ like a baby watchin’ you come down the aisle to him.”

“Can you blame me?” He asked, “The most important person in my life, walking towards me looking all beautiful and knowing she’ll be mine forever? Of course I’ll be crying! What’ll be your excuse?”

“You two are too much.” You shook your head, laughing, “I love you both though. I’ll bring tissues for both of you.”

“Love you too, Sunshine.” Bradley said, stealing a final hug and kiss from you before allowing himself to be pulled out of the house.

You and the girls stayed up drinking a few more glasses of wine and laughing outside on the back patio before calling it a night and getting some sleep. The next day would be a busy one.

***

You woke up the next morning, a huge smile plastered to your face. Today was the day you finally got to marry your best friend. A day you weren’t sure you’d ever see. “

You rolled over and stretched, reaching for your phone. You smiled, seeing you already had a text from Bradley.

Bradley ♥️: Good Morning Beautiful! Happy wedding day… I can’t wait to see you later. Sleeping without you sucks!

You: Good Morning my love! I’m counting down the minutes until I get to walk down the aisle to you. 💗Sleeping without you DEFINITELY sucks!

You got up and headed downstairs to get coffee and breakfast, knowing your aunt was definitely up already.

Since the wedding was in your dad’s hangar, without a great space to actually get ready in, you would all be getting ready at your aunt’s house. Stylists were coming in to do hair and makeup for everyone. Frank was letting you all use one of his bigger charter planes to transport guests from the airstrip there to your dad’s airstrip and then back, making it easier for everyone from the wedding location to the reception location. It was also a fun way to incorporate everyone’s passion for aviation into the big day. You and the girls would get changed into your dresses on the plane before making your way down the aisle.

The morning flew by quickly in a frenzy of hair and makeup. Penny had arrived with Amelia mid morning to join the fun. You were grateful to have both Penny and your Aunt Sarah in the absence of your mom and Carol.

While your hair was being done and before your makeup had been applied, your aunt gave you an envelope, sitting down in the chair next to you.

“Right after the doctor told Tom that treatments were no longer working, he sat down and wrote letters to the kids, instructing me to give them to them at various milestones that he’d miss.” Aunt Sarah explained, “I have a few for you as well… the first one being the one for your wedding day.”

Even before opening the envelope and reading the contents, your emotions already started to bubble to the surface. Your aunt reached over, squeezing your hand reassuringly, giving you strength to open the letter.

Carefully pulling the paper from the envelope, you opened it and started reading.

To My Little Ice Nugget,

If you’re reading this letter, today is your wedding day… and I’m not there. If you are marrying anyone other than Bradley Bradshaw, I will find a way to haunt you. Haha. I’m pretty confident though that on this day, you are in fact marrying Bradley and I can only imagine how excited and happy you look. Also, I get bragging rights because I told you so!

Nugget, getting to watch you grow up and become the incredible woman that you are has been one of the biggest blessings of my life. I can’t describe to you the amount of joy I felt when your mom and dad asked Sarah and I to be your godparents. I am so proud of all that you've accomplished and how strong you are.

I always imagined getting to be with you on your wedding day… fighting your dad for the honor of walking you down the aisle. I know he would probably have won, but I’d have put up a good fight! I wish I could be there with you today, my sweet little shadow. Know that I am watching from the heavens and celebrating with you in spirit. (Again, only if you’re marrying Bradshaw… I’m sure Goose and Carol agree here.)

Your Aunt Sarah will always be available for marital or motherly advice… she’s a smart lady, never steered me wrong. Best I can offer is, never go to bed mad… talk to one another. You’ve spent enough years apart due to misunderstandings.

Enjoy your day, I love you more than you know Nugget…more than I can ever hope to put into words.

Uncle Tommy

Tears were streaming down your face by the time you reached the end. You traced over the words with your finger before clutching the letter to your chest, allowing yourself the time to simply feel.

“I can only imagine what he had to say,” Sarah said, “But knowing Tom, he made sure to tell you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you.”

“He knew.” You whispered, your voice giving out from crying, “He knew that I’d be marrying Bradley. It’s almost like he’s right here with me.”

“He made me promise to run off any guy that wasn’t Bradley.” She chuckled, brushing tears from her own eyes.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” You laughed through your tears, “He threatened to haunt me if it wasn’t Bradley I was marrying today.”

“That’s Tom.” She said, smiling lovingly at you, “It brings me so much joy to get to be with you today and honored to be a stand in mom. Your mom would have been so proud of the amazing woman her little girl grew up to be.”

“I love you, Aunt Sarah.” You said, smiling back at her, “Thank you so much, for everything.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetie.” She replied, “Now, no more tears. Today is a happy day, we don’t want puffy eyes for your wedding photos.”

A couple of hours later you were sitting on your dad’s runway, everyone changing into their dresses. The photographer you’d hired for the day came in once everyone had their dresses on, to get a few shots.

Penny was securing your sun pendant necklace around your neck when there was a knock on the plane’s door. Shay peeked out, then opened the door, seeing it was your dad.

“Everything is ready to go inside. Everyone is seated and the boys are ready to take their places at the front.” He said, stepping in. He stopped suddenly, his eyes falling on you. Tears instantly welled in his eyes as he took you all in. “Firecracker…you are absolutely beyond beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You replied, your own eyes becoming moist. “You can’t make me cry again! My makeup will run!”

“I make no promises.” He chuckled, wiping his eyes. He stepped closer, carefully wrapping you in his arms, “I can’t believe my baby girl is getting married today.”

“Are you ready to give me away?” You asked, hugging him back.

“I’ll never give you away, Firecracker.” He said, kissing your forehead, “You’ll always be my little girl.”

“It’s time to walk your little girl down the aisle to the other half of her soul, Mav.” Your Aunt Sarah said, gently.

“That boy’s been waiting on his Sunshine for a very long time.” Penny added, “She’ll be in good hands, Honey.”

“I’ve been waiting for him just as long.” You smiled, “I can’t wait to marry him.”

“Well, then let’s get you down the aisle.” Mav said, offering his arm to you.

“Here are your flowers, Y/N.” Shay said, handing you your bouquet. “I really hope the photographer captures the look on Bradley’s face the moment he sees you. It’ll be a picture worth a million words.”

“Even before he was willing to admit it, anyone listening to him talk about his Sunshine, knew he was completely over the moon in love with you.” Phoenix added, “I’m so happy I get to be here and a part of this day.”

“I’m so grateful to have you both a part of our day, We wouldn’t have made it here without everyone.” You said. “Thank you!”

“Ok! Show time!” Penny said, “Sarah and I will go out first and head to our seats and signal for the music to start.”

Your aunt and Penny carefully exited the plane, heading into the hangar and to the seats in the front. As soon as the music started Shay and Phoenix made their way down the stairs and across the white runner that led to the open hangar doors. One by one they walked to the front and moved off to the left to stand and await your arrival. You’d had a makeshift doorway created that would block everyone’s view of you until you were at the entrance to the hangar. Coyote was tasked with opening it when you and Mav arrived.

“Ready, Firecracker?” Your dad asked as you stepped off the plane onto the white runner.

“So very ready, Dad.” You replied, beaming in excitement. The music changed to “This I Promise You”, the doorway opened, Coyote welcoming you through with a wink.

Mav guided you forward through the doorway, everyone immediately standing and turning to watch you as you made your way to the front.

“Don’t let me trip.” You whispered to your dad as you stepped into the hangar.

“I’ve got you, Firecracker.” He whispered back, “I’ve always got you.”

You looked straight ahead, gasping when you saw Bradley waiting at the end of the aisle for you. Tears of pure happiness filled your eyes, a couple spilling over. You smiled brightly at your soon to be husband as he reached up to wipe a few tears off of his own face. Glancing over at Jake, you softly laughed, seeing he too, was wiping tears from his eyes. Your focus returned to Bradley and remained steady on him as you walked towards him.

Your dad walked you up to Bradley and then turned towards you to kiss your forehead before gently passing your hand to join with Bradley’s.

“She’s all yours, Kid.” Mav whispered, emotion choking him up, “Take good care of her.”

“Always, Mav.” Bradley whispered back, his eyes locked on you. “You look so beautiful, Sunshine” He said, carefully tucking your arm into his and guiding you the rest of the way to where the floral arch was set up and Admiral Bates was waiting to officiate.

He went through the traditional wedding ceremony until arriving at the time for the vows.

“The couple have chosen to write their own vows.” Admiral Bates said, “Bradley and Y/N if you’ll turn to one another and join hands, Bradley, you’ll go first with your vows.”

You handed your flower bouquet to Shay before turning back to join both of your hands with Bradley.

“Sunshine, never in a million years did I think I’d be lucky enough to be standing here before all of our family and friends, getting to pledge my life and love to you.” He started, voice wavering with emotion, “You have been my best friend since the day your parents brought you over to the house to meet my mom and me. From all accounts, you captured my heart at first sight. I’ve loved you forever but have been absolutely IN love with you since I got my head out of my ass senior year. We all know, I took my dear sweet time divulging that information to you… also needing a little nudge from the powers that be… your Uncle. You are my Sunshine, the light in my world, and I promise that not a day will pass without me thanking the universe for giving you to me. I promise to love you, protect you, and support you. I’ll serenade you… even learning the songs you love to torture me with and I’ll watch Princess Bride a million times because it makes you happy. Most importantly, I promise to always do everything in my power to come home to you…even if it means doing crazy pilot shit I learn from Mav. You are my forever everything, Y/N Mitchell.”

You had to take your hand from his momentarily to wipe the tears from your eyes before placing your hand back into his.

“Y/N, it’s your turn to say your vows to Bradley.” Admiral Bates said, smiling warmly at you.

“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, I have been in love with you for a very very long time.” You started, your own voice thick with emotions, “You’ve always been my best friend…even when you were an idiot… for over a decade.” That elicited laughter from all of your family and friends. Bradley ducked his head, sighing playfully. “But even then, you were my idiot. I never stopped loving you and I never will. You are the other half of my soul. I will forever count my blessings that you and I were able to find our way back… with lots of guidance and shoving from people who love us. I grew up thinking that having wings meant that you couldn’t have roots, but I’ve learned…with the help of some very smart individuals… that you can have both. I promise to support you as you fly and to always be here for you to come home to, no matter where it is we call home. I’ve learned that my roots don’t need to be attached to a physical place. My roots are wherever you are. I promise to love you with everything I have, to support you in all that you do. I will be on the docks or at the hangar to welcome you home, cheering obnoxiously loud. I love you so so much Bradley Bradshaw, you are my forever everything.”

This time it was Bradley’s turn to wipe tears from his eyes.

“Now you’ll exchange rings, starting with Bradley,” Bates said, turning to Jake and motioning for him to give the ring to Bradley.

Bradley took the ring from Jake, turning back to you and gently slipping it onto your ring finger.

“Y/N, it’s your turn.” He motioned Shay to hand you the ring. Taking it from her, you turned to Bradley and slipped it onto his ring finger.

“With the exchanging of vows and rings, it is my honor and privilege to announce that by the power vested in me by The United States Navy and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Bates stated, “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, you may kiss your bride.”

Cheers erupted from your family and friends as Bradley took you in his arms, bending you backwards and kissed you soundly. Your arms wound tightly around his neck, holding on for dear life. He lifted you back upright, lips still locked, but smiling through the kiss. After a moment, the two of you pulled back enough to breathe, your foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you, Mrs. Bradshaw.” He said quietly.

“I love you too, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You replied, smiling at your husband.

“Ladies and Gentleman, let me be the first to introduce you to Lieutenant Commander and Mrs. Bradshaw.”

Your loved ones continued to cheer as music started to play and Bradley took your arm in his, walking you back down the aisle and outside where everyone would gather momentarily.

“We did it!” You exclaimed, “You’re my HUSBAND!”

“We sure did, my beautiful WIFE.” Bradley replied, kissing you again while waiting for everyone to file out of the hangar.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Shay exclaimed, hugging you tightly once her and Jake got to you. “I am so happy for you too!”

“Thank you so much!” You said, hugging her back. “I love you!”

“I love you too” She replied, before moving to hug Bradley and allowing Jake to swoop in.

“Come here, Sweets.” Jake said, his green eyes flashing brightly, a huge smile on his face. He pulled you into a tight embrace, your own arms hugging him tightly back. “You are so damn beautiful and I’m so fucking happy for you and Rooster. I can’t even tell you how much I love you and am thankful to have you both as my family.”

“Thank you, Jakey” you whispered, “I’m the lucky one to get you in my life. It feels like you’ve always been my big brother. I love you more than words.”

“My turn.” Your dad interrupts. “Mind if I hug my daughter?”

“Sure thing, Pops Mav!” Jake teased, stepping back with a wink. Your dad sighed, playfully shaking his head.

“You know you love him, Dad.” You said, “He’s grown on ya… admit it.”

“He’s alright.” Mav admitted, pulling you into a hug. “I’m so happy for you and Bradley, Firecracker.”

“Thanks, Dad.” You replied, hugging him back, “How about you take a walk down the aisle soon?”

“Ya never know.” He said vaguely, causing you to pull back to look him in the eyes, questioning him. He simply shrugged, winking before turning to hug Bradley.

“Alright, we’ve got a sweet ass plane over here that Pops Mav is allowing us to use for a photo op and the photographer is ready to shoot some shots!” Jake called to the group, attempting to wrangle everyone for the photographer. “Bradshaws, you’re up first!”

“Come here, Wife!” Bradley called, smiling lovingly at you, holding his hand out to you.

“Lead the way, Husband!” You replied, slipping your hand into his and flashing a bright smile. It felt really good to call this man your husband.

After several rounds of photos with just you and Bradley then with everyone, you all boarded the charter planes to head back for your reception. It was a relatively short flight. Once you were landed, the party buses were on hand to take everyone to the Hard Deck.

You, Bradley and your wedding party took one bus making a couple of stops for further photos while the other buses went again to welcome you to the bar when you arrived.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s hear it for the newlyweds!” Penny called as you entered the bar, everyone calling out cheers and congratulations.

You spent the first half hour making the rounds to visit with everyone. Penny had rearranged the tables, adding more to ensure everyone had a place to sit. There were some tables set up on the beach too.

The caterer started serving dinner once everyone had gotten settled. You and Bradley ended up trying to sneak bites of food in among everyone making you laugh or clanging their glasses to get you two to kiss.

After everyone was finished eating dinner you and Bradley cut the cake that the two of you would feed one another.

“Remember, Sunshine.” Bradley said as he held his hand over yours to make the first cut, “Be nice. We agreed no smashing…”

“No smashing.” You agreed. “Where do we stand on smashing a cupcake on Jakey though? I DID miss out on all those sibling rivalry experiences.”

“I promise to protect and defend you when he retaliates.” Bradley laughed, “I’ll even enlist Phoenix and Bob. I’m sure Shay will pledge her allegiance to her boyfriend.”

“It’s not surgery or an exact science, you two!” Penny teased, “It’s just cake!”

You both started giggling as you cut into the cake, slicing a piece and setting it on a plate.

You each used your fingers to pick up a piece of the sliced cake and then at the same time fed the bite to the other. You stole a kiss from your husband once you’d eaten the bite of cake.

“That’s pretty good.” You smiled, using a fork this time to snag another bite. “I love the icing.”

“It would taste even better if I got to lick it off of you.” Bradley whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your body.

“Behave” You complained, “We have several more hours before we get to duck out of here!”

In the end, you had decided to be nice and NOT smash a cupcake on Jake… Phoenix, however, had no such qualms and had smeared the sugary confection when Jake went to take a bite of his cupcake. As predicted, he did retaliate, leaving both to have to clean sticky icing from their faces.

After dinner and cupcakes, before the music began, you slipped into the back where Penny had stashed your outfit change. Shay and your Aunt Sarah helped you out of the ceremony dress, hanging it up in the garment bag to be cleaned and preserved, before helping you into the second dress you’d fallen in love with and zipping you up.

“This one is just as stunning.” Sarah said, “Bradley will want to whisk you away before you’ve even hit the dance floor!”

“To be fair, I think he wanted to whisk her away the second she stepped foot in the hangar.” Shay teased.

“I honestly am ready to get my husband alone!” You exclaimed, “Have you LOOKED at how HOT he is in that suit?”

“I think Shay has been too busy checking out Jake.” Sarah laughed.

“How are we doing back here?” Penny asked, stepping into the space. “Goodness, that boy is going to swallow his tongue.”

“Thank you.” You beamed, “Let’s hope not though… He’s pretty good with that tongue and I have use for it later.”

“Y/N!” Your aunt exclaimed, bursting out laughing. “There are things an aunt never wants to hear about their niece!”

“She’s not wrong.” Penny added, also laughing. “Let’s get you out there. I think he’s waiting on his bride for the first dance.”

You followed them back out to the bar, finding your husband waiting for you standing on the edge of the makeshift dance floor.

“Hey, Handsome.” You said, slipping your arms around him, “Can I get this dance?”

“Sunshine, you can have every dance for the rest of our lives.” He said, his voice getting gravelly. He carefully guided you to the dance floor, pulling you into his arms. You’d chosen “I am Yours” by Andy Grammer for your first dance as husband and wife.

The two of you were lost in one another as you danced, forgetting you were surrounded by your loved ones. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, his wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to him. When the song came to an end, the sound of everyone cheering pulled you both from the trance you’d been in.

“You look exquisite in this dress, Sunshine.” He whispered, running his hands over your hips and down to playfully grab your ass. “How much longer do we need to stay?”

“We’ve got a while before we can make our getaway, Stud.” You winked, “Hold that thought.”

He groaned, leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

“I’m cutting to steal a dance with my little girl.” Mav said, as “Butterfly Kisses” started to play. Bradley smiled softly, handing you over to your dad.

“Are you enjoying your day, Firecracker?” He asked, “Everything you pictured?”

“I really am.” You replied, “It’s been perfect. Maybe not exactly like I pictured, but close enough.”

“I’m pretty sure the photographer captured Bradley’s reaction to the memorial chairs.” He told you. “I know for a fact they got his exact reaction to see you for the first time. I already knew how much loved you but in that moment, Y/N, seeing him become overwhelmed with emotion, seeing the pure love in his eyes for you, I realized what Carol and Ice knew all along. That boy is the absolute other half of your soul.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You whispered, tears falling down your cheeks for the millionth time that day. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Firecracker.” He replied, “More than you’ll ever know.”

Once the father/daughter dance was over the music changed to more upbeat dance tunes and all of your friends hit the dance floor, everyone trying to out dance the other. The alcohol was free and flowing from the bar so everyone was in great spirits. Bradley had only had a couple of beers, wanting to be able to remember every detail about this day and night. You had a glass of champagne during the toasts but since you and Bradley had decided to actively start trying to get pregnant, you opted to drink soda or water the rest of the night.

“Time to toss that wedding bouquet!” Aunt Sarah said, when it was getting close to the evening winding down. “All The Single Ladies” Started to play, as you made your way to the edge of the dance floor. All all the single women stood behind you ready to catch the flowers. You turned so your back was to them, peeking over your shoulder to see where everyone stood. Turning your head back away from them, you lifted your arm up and sent the bouquet sailing over your head towards the waiting hands in the air. Once it had left your fingers you quickly turned to watch where it would land. Much to your delight it went sailing straight into Shay’s hands.

“YES!” You exclaimed, cheering, “Perfect shot!”

“I feel like that was rigged!” She laughed, walking over to hug you.

“It’s just FATE!” You said, looking over to Jake who was grinning ear to ear on the sidelines. He gave you a thumbs up and winked, causing you to laugh.

“Alright, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Coyote said, bringing a chair over, “Have a seat, things are about to get spicy!”

You sat on the chair as the song “Another One Bites the Dust” started to play. Bradley danced himself over to you, before kneeling in front of you. You knew he was fully enjoying this part. As the song played he made a big show of lifting your leg onto his lap and running his hands up inside the skirt of your dress. Had you kept the other one on with the fuller skirt you knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d have put his whole head up your dress. This one, however, didn’t allow for that. He slid the garter down your leg, sending shivers over your body in the process, before pulling it off your foot and twirling it around on his finger.

He stood up, doing his little wiggle shimmy as the guys all lined up behind him. As you did with your bouquet toss, he turned around so his back was to them and launched it backwards. He turned, watching the men all dodge out of the way as it landed right in Jake’s hand. Everyone started cheering and laughing. Jake blushed, but you could see he was very happy about the turn of events.

A slow song started, you went to Jake and hugged him before walking him to Shay and nudging them out on the dance floor together. You and Bradley watched from the side, arms wrapped around each other.

“They better be next to get married.” You said, smiling while watching them dance.

“The odds are good.” Bradley said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “The odds are even better that we’re almost able to get out of here!”

“We can start to make the rounds soon,” You promised, “I’m going to steal a dance with my Jakey.”

“I love that he’s so protective of you and loves you,” Bradley replied, “And I love knowing you have someone who will have your back if I’m deployed…. And I’m happy the dude now has family because being familyless sucks.”

“But?” You asked, knowing their history, expecting there to be more to this declaration.

“But nothing.” Bradley laughed, “It’s a day to appreciate the people we love. I’m appreciating and making observations.”

“I love you, Roo.” You said, pulling him down to kiss him. “I love knowing he has your back in the air. I love knowing you have his. I also adore the little bromance y’all have entered. It’s adorable.”

“We don’t have a bromance!” he called out to your laughing, retreating form. You were already on your way to Jake to claim your dance.

“Am I allowed to steal the best wingman for a dance?” You asked as you approached Shay and Jake.

“You absolutely can.” Shay said, laughing, “Can I go steal the groom for a dance?”

“Of course!” You replied, “I’m surprised HE hasn’t tried to steal the best wingman for a dance though, so I just might need you to run interference and block for me.”

She threw her head back laughing, and agreeing, making her way over to Bradley.

“It’s about time I get to dance with you, Sweets.” Jake beamed, pulling you in, “I’ve been dying to dance with my girl all night.”

“I mean we were busting moves together for most of the night.” You corrected him as he guided you around the dance floor.

“That’s different.” He replied, fake pouting, “I needed slow dances and hugs and Rooster kept gettin’ ‘em all.”

“Aww, poor Jakey,” You cooed, “Feelin’ neglected? You know I love you so so much.”

“I’m all better now.” He smiled, “I love you too, Sweets. I am so happy for you…happy for both you and Rooster. You deserve all the happiness.”

“So do YOU, Jakey.” You replied, locking eyes with him, “YOU are the reason I’m here marrying him today. YOU are the reason my dad got to walk me down the aisle. YOU are the best big adopted brother and best friend a girl could ask for.”

“Staahhp” He groaned, blushing. Even spending so much tieme around you for half a year, he still wasn’t any good at accepting praise.

“We’ll get there, Jakey.” You laughed, “Someday you’ll be good at taking compliments.”

He simply pulled you closer and dropped a kiss on your forehead, continuing to dance through the song.

“You know, I fully expect another wedding in the next year-ish.” You smirked, changing the subject. “I don’t make the rules here…. But Shay DID catch the bouquet… and you DID snag the garter.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He laughed, “Any chance I’ll get to be Uncle Jakey anytime soon?”

“Shhh,” You shushed him, “Keepin’ it on the downlow, but we are officially trying. Don’t tell anyone though.”

“My lips are sealed, Sweets.” He promised, hugging you closer, “I cannot wait though. You two will be fantastic parents and I cannot wait to spoil the shit out of a baby Bradshaw.”

“As my first favorite brother, you’ll be at the top of the list to be told.” You promised.

“Is this because you refuse to give me first favorite aviator?” He asked, laughing, “I get top brother?”

“Caught that, did ya?” You teased.

“May we cut in?” Bradley asked, appearing next to you with Shay.

“I suppose…”Jake sighed, stepping back, making everyone laugh when instead of grabbing Shay to dance, he grabs Bradley and starts slow dancing with him.

You and Shay aren’t able to keep it together and are doubled over laughing at the duo.

“Y’all better not be letting me down here!” You called to the room filled with your friends, “Someone better be recording this!”

“Oh, you KNOW we’ve got you, Y/N.” Coyote replied, holding his phone up to record the moment. Looking around you saw that Payback, Fanboy, Bob, and Phoenix also had phones trained on them. Your dad stood by shaking his head laughing.

Shortly after their dance ended, you collected your husband from Jake and you started making your rounds to say goodbyes and to thank everyone for coming. Your dad, Penny and the rest of the Daggers had already volunteered to do all the clean up and make sure everything got where it needed to go. You and Bradley were heading to your shared home for the night and then would be leaving on your super secret honeymoon the next morning. Jake would be once again, joining Shay at her apartment. Originally you’d planned on a hotel for the night but decided staying in your home the first night as a married couple sounded much better.

“Ready, Sunshine?” Bradley asked, holding his hand out and smiling at you.

“I am.” You replied, taking his hand. He led you out to the parking lot where the Bronco was parked and ready for you both.

“Of course they did…” Bradley said, shaking his head and looking back at the entrance to the bar. Everyone had filed out to watch the two of you drive off, and were currently laughing.

Sometime during the reception they’d tied a string of cans to the bumper and attached a “Just Married” sign on the back.

Bradley opened the door for you to get in and suddenly you were being showered by confetti shooting from cannons. Of course they’d wait for the door to the Bronco to be opened so the confetti would end up INSIDE.

“Which of you clowns plan on cleaning this up while we’re gone?” Bradley asked, leveling his friends with a playful glare.

“It’s more fun to watch you do it.” Coyote laughed.

“Bradley, take me home, Husband.” You laughed, then turned to all of your loved ones and blew them kisses, “Love you!!”

When you arrived home, Bradley came around the Bronco to help you down. Instead of you walking up the front walk and into the house, Bradley swept you up, carrying you bridal style. You were both laughing, as Bradley tried to hold you and get the key in the lock to open the door.

“You know, this would be easier if you’d set me down.” You teased.

“Hush, Wife.” He teased back. “I’m carrying my beautiful bride over the threshold.”

“And you can carry my over the threshold AFTER you unlock the door.” You reasoned.

“I’ve got this” He insisted.Trying and finally succeeding in getting the key into the lock and opening the door.

“Well done, Husband.” You praised him, pulling his lips down to you so you could kiss him.

He kept his lips locked with yours, blindly stepping into the house and kicking the door closed behind him.

“You really can set me down now,” You chuckled against his lips. “We’re inside.”

“I don’t wanna.” He replied, “I wanna hold you forever.”

“I don’t thnk they’ll let you fly the jets while holding me, Roo.” You reasoned,winding your fingers up into his hair, letting your fingernails gently scrape over his scalp. He groaned at the feeling, a shiver running over his body. “And it’ll be hard to get me out of this dress while holding me…”

“Ok, to the bedroom” He replied, carrying you in the direction of your bedroom. “I’ll put you down when we pass that threshold… and then I plan on stripping you and making love to my wife.”

“Bradley!” You exclaimed, turning his head towards you, causing him to stop abruptly in a panic.

“What? Are you ok? What’s wrong, Sunshine.” He rapid fired questions at you, his eyes confused by the big, bright smile lighting up your whole face.

“You’re my HUSBAND!” You said excitedly. Bradley chuckled, before leaning in to capture your lips.

“You nearly gave me a heartattack my beautiful WIFE.” He replied when he’d pulled away.

“Sorry, Roo” You said sweetly, “Just got really excited. “I will never get tired of hearing you call me your wife.”

“I feel the same about being called your husband.” He said, kissing you again sofly while pusing your bedroom door open and turning to walk in sideways, still carrying you.

Once inside he finally set you down, turning you in his arms to kiss you thoroughly. “I love you, Baby.” He said, “As much as I absolutely love you in this dress, I’m ready to get you out of it.”

“I’m ready to get you out of all those sexy clothes too.” You replied, running your eyes over him. “And I’m absolutely dying to get all of the pins from my hair and let it down.”

“Turn around, Sunshine.” He said, with a final quick kiss to your lips, “I’ll take your hair down first.”

“You’re my hero.” You groaned, turning around. He carefully pulled all the pins from your hair and runs his fingers through to untable the tresses before brushing it over to the side and dropping light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

While he had you turned around, he unzipped the back of your dress, and ran his hands up and over your back to the straps, pushing them off your shoulders until your dress fell to the floor. You dress had built in bra support since it was spaghetti strapped and backless. With the dress now pooling at your feet, you’re left in just white lacy panties. You turn towards Bradley, tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants and unbottoning it. Once undone, you pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall into a pile with your dress. He had on a white tank undershirt that you pulled up and over his head with his help. With his shirt off you kissed over his chest and his shoulder, while your hands dipped to unbuckle his dress pants, pulling the belt from the loops and dropping it on the ground. Your hands moving back up to unbutton his pants fingers pulling the zipper down.

You pushed the pants and his boxers from his hips, letting them drop. He stepped from the pants, his hands moving around your waste and down to grasp your ass.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on you, Sunshine.” He said, his voice gravely.

“I’m all yours, Roo.” You said, running your fingers up his torso to his shoulders, threading your fingers into his hair, “I need you.”

“I’m forever yours, Baby.” He replied, dipping his head to claim your lips, his tongue lapping at your own.

He walked you back until the back of your knees hit the bed, following you down, supporting his weight on forearms to keep from crushing you.

“You’re so sexy, Sunshine.” He whispered, kissing his way down to your neck, nipping the area behind your ear softly, drawing a moan from you. He licked over the slight sting, soothing the skin before continuing to kiss his way further down to your shoulder and collarbone. You ran your hands over his back and into his hair wherever you could reach. Bradley kept on his path, kissing down your body, pausing when he got to your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, while his fingers tweaked and fondled the other breast.

“That feels so good, Roo” You gasped, arching into his touch. “Please… need you.”

“What do you need, Baby?” He asked, looking up at you with lust blown eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“I need you to touch me.” You said, “Need your fingers on me.”

“I am touchin’ you, Sunshine.” He smirked, “Where do you need me to touch you?”

“Need you to fuck me with your fingers.” You clarified, “Then I need you to fill me… I want to feel you so deep.”

“Happily.” He replied, letting his fingers drift down over you as he fastened his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue dueled with your moving in and out, mimicking what his fingers and then cock were about to do.

He pulled away, scooting down on the bed to pull your panties off, tossing them to the floor with the rest of the clothes and dipping his head to kiss over your now exposed skin, causing you to moan and start to squirm on the bed. His hand ghosted over your skin, drawing shivers, on it’s way to your already dripping wet center. Licking and kissing his way back up to your mouth, he stroked his fingers over your slit, gathering your wetness before sliding one finger deep into your pussy. He pumped first the one finger then added another, in and out, drawing juices from your core. You breathing was now irregular, pleasure taking over.

“Holy fuck, Roo.” You moaned, “More… please.”

“Fingers aren’t doin’ it for you, Sunshine?” He asked against your lips, “Need me to fill you up?”

“Yes!” You cried out, arching into him, “Please…Bradley” You moved your hand down between your bodies, running over his lower abs, and down to his extremely hard cock. He moaned, as your hand wrapped around him, applying pressure as you stroked up and down.

“Shit, Baby.” He gasped, thrusting into your touch, ducking his head again to kiss you deeply.

You opened your legs wider, making room for him to settle more firmly against you, lining up his cock with your opening. Not missing a beat, he thrust into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Yes… so so good.” You panted, “Don’t’ stop, need more.” Your fingers were digging into his back, most likely leaving marks on his skin. He groaned, thrusting harder against you, his hands pulling you closer, adjusting the tilt of your pelvis in the process. The new angle pushed him even deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of the cliff to an orgasm. You clenched your inner muscles around him as he continued to thrust, driving him closer and closer to his own release as well.

“Getting close, Sunshine?” He asked, his voice raspy from pleasure, “Taking me so well…squeezing around me. Fuck, it feels so damn good.”

“So close.” You replied, digging your heels into his ass, pushing up against him. “Harder… need it.”

He started thrusting harder, the sounds of panting and skin slapping on skin filling the room. Knowing what you needed to push you over the edge, he moved his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. The friction from him rubbing agains your clit and his cock slamming deep, was the push you needed to send you soaring over the edge into an intense orgasm. You cried out, sinking your teeth into his shoulder, biting down as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you. The feel of you clenchnig down around his cock and your teeth sinking into his shoulder pushed him over the edge, his hot seed spilling into you, painting your walls. He continued to pump into you, riding out the orgasm, before collapsing down against you, careful to catch his weight on his forearms.

You clung to him, fingers stroking over his back, legs wrapped around his waste, not wanting to lose to fullness.

“I love you so fucking much, Sunshine.” He rasped into your neck where he’d buried his head.

“I love you too, Roo.” You whispered, completely boneless from the release, “I think married sex is way fucking better than engaged sex.”

“I agree with that statement.” He chuckled, rolling off of you but pulling you with him so you were now laid out on him. He’d slipped ouf of you in the shuffle and you could feel his cum dripping down your leg but you didn’t care. You were too comfortable to move.

Bradley ran his hands up and down your back, gently caressing your skin. “Today was perfect, Sunshine.” He said, “I loved the tributes to my parents, your mom and Ice.”

“It really was perfect.” You agreed, lifting your head up to look at him, “I can’t believe I got to marry my best friend.”

“Believe it, Baby.” He smiled, lifting his own head to steal a kiss, “My mom would have loved today. She knew all along that we’d end up together. We’d have had to listen to ‘I told you so’ on repeat.”

“Uncle Ice wrote me a letter.” You told him, “Aunt Sarah gave it to me while I was getting my hair done. He wrote it after the doctors told him the cancer was winning. He wrote them for the kids too. Apparently there are a few more for other milestones in life.”

“Sunshine, that’s so incredible.” He replied, holding you tighter against him, “What did it say?”

“That unless I was marrying you, he’d find a way to haunt me.” You laughed, “He knew too, like your mom. He said that he was proud of the adult I’d become and how much being my Godfather meant to him. I cried…a lot… but, it felt like he was right there talking to me.”

“They’re with us, Sunshine.” He assured you, “They wouldn’t miss this adventure. It’s good that we found our way back to one another though, because I fully believe they’d have found a way to kick our asses had we not.”

“So now that we’re married…” You said, looking up at Bradley with big innocent eyes, batting your lashes, “Does this mean you’ll tell me where we’re going tomorrow?”

“Not a chance, Sunshine.” He laughed, starting to tickle your sides. You squirmed, trying to stop the tickle attack, laughing. “Nice try though.”

“Ok ok ok! Stop, stop!” You gasped, laughing. He relented, dropping a kiss on your head and smacking your ass lightly.

“We DO need to get up in a few hours though, so let’s go shower quickly and get some sleep.” He said, “You’re going to want to be well rested for tomorrow.”

“You know you can’t hide it from me very much longer, right?” You pouted, “I’ll find out at the airport.”

“Frank has been sworn to secrecy.” He countered, sliding out of bed and pulling you with him, “You’ll probably figure it out when we’re in the air, but that’s all you’re getting.”

After a quick shower, and running through your nightly skincare routine, you and Bradley were once again snuggled up under the covers, your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, Bradley.” You whispered.

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, pulling you closer a tucking the blankets around you both.

A/N: AHHHH Bradley and Sunshine are MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you all enjoyed the wedding :) Any guesses as to where the honeymoon is gonna be?

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