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leonw4nter · 6 months ago

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i was replaying tlou and i was wondering if you could do a drabble with tlou! au with re2r leon and fem reader where they live in jackson together and just all domestic n sweet?

I Only Have Eyes For You

RE2R!Leon x F!Reader TLOU AU

He gives the weighty Discman strapped on his hip a pat or two, the wooden ladle softly clacking against the pot’s sides as he sets it down for a moment to check on the cumbersome music player.

With these hung– eyes–

– and I can’t disguise–

I’ve– hungry eyes– I feel–

“I got you six months ago,” he softly grumbles as he removes the plug before returning it back to the port. “You can’t be that bad for second-hand, bud.”

After a few more pats and readjustments, he’s finally content with how the song sounds and turns his full attention back to the meal cooking on the stove. He hums along to Eric Carmen’s Hungry Eyes instead of his usual rock songs, sandy-hued strands of his bang swaying on his forehead as he bobbed his head. He felt a tiny yet dense mass rub against his leg, a white and orange chunk of fuzz meowing at him for more food, though the tiny beast had already been fed his dinner moments ago and seemed to be on a pursuit to gain more kilos.

“Snugglepuss, I just fed you baby,” he says in a slightly higher pitched tone as he quickly glanced down at his son, inquisitive yellow eyes staring at him as if to say ‘hey dad, I don’t think the food you put in my bowl is enough’. “Mom’s going to kick us out in the cold if we don’t follow the diet plan that the vet gave you.”

With a pleading meow, the fatty rubs his cheek against Leon’s ankle and flops down, laying on his back and exposes his tummy for a rub but his dad promises him a cuddle later, preoccupied with finishing up dinner. Accepting defeat temporarily, Snugglepuss gets his heavy ass up and walks over to the living room to nap on the ottoman to let Leon finally cook up dinner in peace. He is just about to turn the stove off and plate the food when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his torso and a comforting weight press against his back, relaxing when he realizes that you’ve arrived home and he simply didn’t notice because of the music playing in his ears.

“Didn’t notice you coming in,” he says with a grin as he pulls away from a kiss to get back to switching the stove off.

“You were listening to music at full blast,” you respond as you pause the music player and lift the headphone from his ears, letting it hang around his neck before giving him another kiss on his puffy cheek.

“It wasn’t full blast, more like medium volume.”

“Yeah, right.”

Rolling those pretty boy blue eyes, he gets back to plating the dinner he’s been cooking. You stand behind him, peeking from his tall shoulder. “Dinner looks amazing, good job sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”

He glows at your words, fumbling with the spatula as he awkwardly brushes off the praise. “N-No biggie.”

You chuckle at how his sass melted away to reveal his easily flustered side, flushing pink at any compliment or praise coming from you. He can be doing something incredibly mundane like sweeping the floor and you’d comment on his dutifulness regarding chores around the house and his a rosy flush would climb from his neck and make its way to the tips of his ears, giving away his excitement for receiving a compliment from his dear girlfriend. Helping him along, you take some placements and place them on the table, along with plates and utensils. It’s as if Leon sensed that you were about to ask him if Snugglepuss had eaten already and he said he already fed him the amount he’s required to have. Leon walks over to the dining table, a steaming plate of food in his hands. He walks back to the kitchen, undoing his apron and hanging it on the apron rack before he joins you in the dining table to share a meal together.

“How was work, honey? Super tired?” Leon asks before he takes a forkful of his dinner, humming in satisfaction when he tastes the satisfying blend of flavors in his mouth.

“Business as usual– controlling the flow of water, making sure nothing freezes and damages the turbines, having to do twice the amount of hardwork the dudes at work do just to prove that I’m just as good and maybe even better than them,” you respond. “But it’s fun, especially seeing the men lose their shit when I come up with something they wish they thought of first. You should see the anger on their faces, steam is pouring out their ears.”

Conversation flowed smoothly during the rest of dinner time, Leon chipping in with what he busied himself with while you were gone. He also told you about Snugglepuss asking for more food and his new meal plan’s progress, much to your delight. As much as Leon adored his son eating a little too well, he knew that it would get to a point where it would do more harm than good so he actively does his part in making sure the fatty slowly loses his weight. You also spoke up about some workplace gossip, lowering your voice and leaning a little closer to him while he actively listened and reacted, giving his own thoughts on the information provided to him.

Life before having to move to Jackson was a lot like this– Leon in the police force, you working for an engineering firm, and you two coming home to one of you cooking up a warm, home cooked meal, and sitting down at the dinner table to share what went on with the other’s day. After the outbreak of the Cordyceps and the town you two once lived in deemed no longer safe, you two had no choice but to wander around for a little bit before coming across some groups of people heading towards this place called Jackson. The place was perfect for you two– a small quaint community with everything important inside, cold weather year-round which meant that you wouldn’t have to sit in front of the fan during summer months, walls that kept the inhabitants inside safe from the hordes of the infected, and job opportunities that suited to both your careers. It took Leon a lot of convincing to lay low and take a moment to focus on himself, staying away from doing something that needed extra physical effort; he had been the one doing most of the work– collecting dry leaves and sticks to start a fire, catching fish in streams (if there were some), and fended off some of the infected successfully due to his police training back at the academy. While out in the wilderness and you two probably looked and smelt like death, not a single thought about leaving you behind passed his mind, even if you weren’t exactly the best at shooting guns. Instead, he taught you how to handle one and reload a gun, as well as cleaning it and trying to remedy a jammed bullet. He rarely used guns, however, and opted to teach you and himself how to use spears and bows and arrows since these weapons made significantly little to no noise, unlike a gun. Upon arriving at Jackson and finding out that the community is powered by a dam, you immediately asked if there were still slots for another engineer to be added to the team and fortunately for you and Leon, there was so now that engineering job pays the fatty’s vet bills, electric and water bills, as well as day-to-day expenses. Leon’s been loving the stay-at-home boyfriend arrangement, taking pleasure in cleaning up around the house and being in charge of keeping the house warm to welcome you in after a long workday.

Soon, the plates were empty and both of you ate to your heart’s content. You offered to do the dishes while Leon wiped the tables and wiped the plates and utensils dry, content to be spending some time with you. Brows furrowed in concentration as you scrubbed the pan, you didn’t notice Leon giving you a soft look reminiscent of a puppy, blue eyes attentively observing the way your fingers held the sponge as you tried to wash away a stubborn stain. You only pop back into Earth when you hear a faint snort coming from your right, a breathy noise coming from your boyfriend. You raise an eyebrow at him but he mutters “nothin’” and gets back to wiping at a faster pace than he was, occasionally stealing glances before calling your shared fatty cat.

“Snugglepuss! C’mere boy, pspsps!” Leon says in a baby voice, walking to the other side of the kitchen island to be closer to the living room. “C’mere, my cutie patootie!”

A few moments of silence passes before a tiny and short meow can be heard from the living room, causing Leon to audibly coo and walk over to carry the fat little thing. “Aw, my son. You’re looking extra cute today, aren’t you a little cutie pie?” You laugh, finishing up the last of the dishes. Leon’s just about to bend down and put his son down to help you with wiping but you refuse, finishing up the drying so you can give Leon and that near-obese domesticated feline beast time to bond and snuggle. “Sorry that I can’t cuddle you yet hon, I promised this little cutie baby first.” He heads to your shared room, showering the ‘toddler’ in his arms with endless compliments about how fluffy, cute, and adorable he is.

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After everyone’s done cleaning up and showering for the night, you and Leon sit in a comfortable silence in your bed– you, eyes focused on the box TV playing Forrest Gump while Leon’s attention darts from the crossword puzzle in his hands and the film you’re watching. You’re brushing your wet hair, trying to get it to dry faster so you can finally lay down and be able to lean your head against Leon’s shoulder. The film reached the scene where Bubba talked about how shrimp is like the fruit of the sea and listed all the possible ways shrimp can be cooked and Leon followed him along, word by word.

“There's shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried.” He said in his attempt at a Southern accent.

“There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That, that's about it.” You finish, also trying to imitate a Southern accent. You look to your side, Leon grinning as he places his puzzle down, the book resting against the sleeping fatty’s side.

“You sound stupid,” he jokes.

“I sound what?” you retort in an eerily sweet voice, shooting a wide smile at him.

“I said you sound amazing, honey. A natural at the accent,” he corrects himself.

“That’s what I thought,” you beam in a confident tone. “It would be a shame to sleep in the snow without any blanket when the house is so warm and toasty inside.”

“Yeah,” he sheepishly agrees. “Would be a real shame to be alone outside when I could be with my loving and totally not scary girlfriend.” He affirms as he scoots closer towards you whilst trying not to wake Snugglepuss.

“Don’t push it, Scotty Boy.”

Leon pulls away suddenly, an exaggerated look of unadulterated shock on his soft and rosy features. “What did you just call me?! Repeat it please?!”

You giggle deviously, inching closer towards him. “Scotty Boy,” you whisper against the shell of his ear. He yelps, leaping out of bed and making a cross with his index fingers as he tries to inch away from you. “You animal!” He exclaims, his tone indicating that he means this in a hyperbolic manner.

“That’s why you love me,” you sweetly counter as you bat your lashes at him and try to come closer to him.

“I’m calling animal control on you,” he jokes as he begins to move away from you at a faster rate but you follow suit, leaping out to chase him as he squeals like a girl. The lazy, fatass cat on your bed is roused from his nap, looking at you two with a twinge of annoyance. After chasing him, he slows down and lets you cling on to him as you pepper his face with moist and warm kisses, smooth lips leaving a tingle of electricity in his face as the rosiness made its way to his ears like it always did when he got flustered.

“Gotcha,” you quietly mumble as you try to catch your breath though Leon doesn’t seem to have broken a sweat. He stops wriggling and trying to break free, freeing his arms from your grip to give you a hug and quickly lift you up before setting you down. He takes the moment to give you a tight yet still snug hug, swaying you around as if he was starting a waltz. A waltz. An idea pops in your head and you leave his arms, diving to his side of the bed and finding the box of CDs underneath the bed. Leon follows you, trying to watch your movements. “Looking for something?”

“Do you still have the CD from The Flamingos?” you ask as you continue to look around.

“Uh… I’m not sure? I’ll help you.”

He bends down with you, rummaging through the boxes underneath the bed. For only a few dollars and 2 boxes full of classic oldies music in intact CDs sold right outside the old library, Leon decided to take the too-good-to-be-true deal and come home with boxes full of amazing music about a year ago. He hasn’t gotten to playing all the CDs but has listened to some of them, some with you while some he listened to on his own time. After a few minutes of rummaging and trying to remember the title, he finally got to the disc that you wanted. You take the CD from his hand and grab the cumbersome music player, slipping the disc in and waiting for the song to play. “I Only Have Eyes For You”, the disc case reads. The CD plays the song a little too early for your liking so you pause it and press the button to go a few seconds back before you skip to him. Placing one of his large hands on your waist and the other holding your other hand, you ask Leon to a dance.

“May I have this dance?” you softly ask with a glimmer in your eyes. He glows on the proposition of having a romantic slow dancing moment with you, nodding. “Sure.”

You walk over to the player and press the play button and soon, the short instrumental at the beginning begins to play. You quickly walk over to Leon, swaying and dancing with him quietly. In the soft glow of a single bedside lamp, the room was a comforting mix of shadows and dim glow lighting; the wooden floorboards quietly croaked with each step, adding to the faint mixtures of various sounds that otherwise filled the room along with the song.

The moon may be high,

But I can’t see a thing in the sky.

I only have eyes for you…

You and Leon move slowly along to the rhythm of the music, fingers lightly grazing the hem of your (his) thin sleep shirt. His other hand holds yours, warm fingers intertwined in a tender embrace. Your free hand perches on his shoulder, feeling the comforting and familiar heat seep out from his gray shirt. Your bodies move unhurriedly, as if time paused to honor this moment. The dim glow appeared to unveil more stars in Leon’s cerulean irises; they looked dazzling on him and dazzled you were.

I don’t know if we’re in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue.

You are here

And so am I.

He leaned in, warm breath fanning against your forehead before his lips came into contact with your skin. The simple gesture sent fizzles of electricity down your body, gooseflesh flaring up on your arms as a soft smile spread on your lips. He pulls back, admiring the beautiful collection of all the universe’s majesties compacted into the perfect girl he can hold and keep safe in his arms as the song goes on, serenading the both of you. His gaze drifts everywhere before finally landing on your lips, the urge to kiss you growing stronger with each passing moment. Finally, he leans and closes the remaining distance as your lips and his meet in a tender and careful embrace; the kind of kiss that spoke volumes of love and resilience, a dance of rosy flesh as gentle as the song you two are waltzing to. The kiss lingered on for a little longer, heads tilted in eagerness and brows furrowed in increased want, sealing the moment with a promise to many more waltzes along the years to weather together. His hands detangle from yours to rest on the small of your back while the other would cup around the base of your head to pull you closer but he lets out a muffled yelp, pulling back and eyes shooting wide open in alarm. You pull back, surprised at him too.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly says as he tries to restore the disrupted moment of vulnerability and peace by bringing you back in his arms, pressing an apologetic peck to the tip of your nose. “The cat bit me in the leg.”

You try to hold back a sudden fit of laughter, ducking your face away from him but a snort makes its way out and you lose it, hysterically laughing. You feel Leon’s chest start to jerk too, joining in to laugh with you. “Seems like he wanted to be in on the moment with us, drama queen.”

“Just like his mama,” he says.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re more dramatic than I am!”

“I’m nonchalant, you’re chatty and dramatic 24/7.”

“‘Nonchalant’, my ass.”

His chest rumbles with more laughter, his head slightly thrown back before he faces you again. “Snugglepuss, look away since you don’t like seeing us kiss.”

Eager to resume and set the romantic mood again, he tilts your chin upwards with his thumb and index to reconnect his lips with yours. Just like earlier, the kiss was soft and careful, a physical manifestation of devotion that words could not fully encapsulate. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, right underneath where your hair would be while you responded by pressing your body closer to him, feeling his thundering heart against your chest. You two kissed with the intention to not let go, despite the need for air but your need for each other is stronger so you didn’t part, the world pausing because all that mattered is the comforting feeling of your lips perfectly molded against each other.

Maybe millions of people go by,

But they all disappear from view.

I only have eyes for you…

NOTE - ITS SO HUMID WHERE I LIVE BRO SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE 😭🙏 Not only do I feel crusty bc of the heat, I also feel STICKY bc of the humidity in here- even if its's raining, it's still so damn hot like bro is this a free trial to hell temperatures??? Before I continue yapping, thank you to the anon who requested this!! I don't rlly play and know much about TLOU so I had to do some research before and during my writing so I can get it pretty accurate so if I'm rlly inaccurate here um I'm sorry and I rlly tried my best 😭😭 Also, I started driving like a day or two ago and I do know the basics already (minus parking- i HATE parking with all my heart and soul... i know how to park but i have to reverse like... 6 more times before i can park properly) but I'm still very nervous- coz I've been driving in an empty course for practice and the thought of driving on the open road with other people makes me want to kms 💔 Ovulation go crazy coz the first thing I think of when I wake up is Leon doing bench presses while wearing sweatpants and he's grunting and groaning n shitt like bend over babyboy twinkle twinkle little star and get to oiling up I need to get you pregnant with twins. Anyways, thank you for reading my fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I <33333 UUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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yourladyem · 3 months ago

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Beetlejuice Loves Lydia

Spotify Playlist

He hacked her phone again and created a playlist. No matter what she does a love song goes off every day.

MacArthur Park by Richard Harris

Right Here Waiting for You by Richard Marx

Everything I Do I Do it For You by Bryan Adams

Heaven by Bryan Adams

Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen

Hard to Say I'm Sorry by Chicago

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

How Am I Supposed to Live Thought You by Michael Bolton

When a Man Loves a Woman by Michael Bolton

Stuck on You by Lionel Richie

Listen to Your Heart by Roxette

Glory of Love by Peter Cetera

Can't Help Falling with You by Elvis

Love Me Tender by Elvis

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Don't Give Up on Us by David Soul

Against All Odds by Genesis

You're the Inspiration by Chicago

Waterloo by ABBA

Take a Chance on Me by ABBA

Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh

Grenade by Bruno Mars

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri or James Arthur

It Had to Be You by Harry Connick Jr

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

I Put a Spell on You by Annie Lennox

You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oats

Make You Feel My Love by Adele

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Just the Way You Are by Bill Joel

Marry You by Bruno Mars

Crazy for This Girl by Evan and Jaron

Here We Go Again by Ray Charles and Norah Jones

Could I Have This Dance by Anne Murray

Your Song by Elton John

Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen

Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede

On the Street Where You Live from My Fair Lady

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face from My Fair Lady

Storybook Love by Mark Knopfler

That's Amore by Dean Martin

Innamorata by Dean Martin

Something About the Way You Look Tonight by Elton John

Our Love is Here to Stay by Frank Sinatra

As Time Goes By by Jimmy Durante

Moonlight Serenade by Carly Simon

I Just Called to Say I Love You by Stevie Wonder

Crazy by Patsy Cline

I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song by Jim Croce

Annie's Song by John Denver

Fascination by Nat King Cole

Unforgettable by Nat King Cole

Stardust by Nat King Cole

They Can't Take That Away From Me by Fred Astaire

The Way You Look Tonight by Fred Astaire

You Light Up My Life by LeAnn Rimes

I Can't Stop Loving You by Ray Charles

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You by Frankie Valli

At Last by Etta James

Call Me Irresponsible by Michael Buble

I'm Your Man by Michael Buble

My Girl by The Temptations

#beetlebabes #beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetlejuice x lydia #beetlelyds #michael keaton #winona ryder #lydia x beetlejuice #beetleguese #beetlegeuse #lydia deetz #lydia/beetlejuice #beetlejuice 2 #beetlejuice 3

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gardens-light · 3 months ago

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Pulsing Sparks. Beating Hearts.

Days rolled by and before the Autobot medic knew it, a week had already past. And despite the odd arguments and sarcasm caused by the pair of you being stubborn at times- he'd always see you back in his medbay. Just as determined and eager to learn from him- if not more.

Compared to his previous interns, you indeed were a breath of fresh air to Ratchet. With your open mindedness, laid back attitude and that damn smile that he swears is now forever burned into his memory core. The medic slowly realized he began to slip into unfamiliar territory...

Contents: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place during 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Autobot Ratchet x F/Human Reader. Reader Insert. Fluff.

Word Count: 4,600k

Inspired Song: Hungry Eyes- Eric Carmen

Seris: The Intern- Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

The hues of orange, pink and blue begun to fade, as the sun settled over Diego Garcia. Casting shadows across the multiple hangars of the N.E.S.T base, allowing the bustling activities slowly calm to a more gradual pace.

A small grumble rumbled deep within Ratchet's chassis, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Feeling the strain within his optics, caused by the long hours of exposure to the holographic screens of his console. The tension within his cables ached for rest, while he attempted to stretch his tired limbs.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, "that's all the information you need to know for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

Confusion etched into his faceplates, as an unusual silence greeted him. Ratchet looked over his shoulder, raising an optic ridge as your sleeping form came into view.

Hunching over your desk, arms crossed upon the stainless steel surface, using your forearm as a makeshift pillow to rest your cheek. Hair messily framing your peaceful face, as hidden exhaustion lingered upon your features.

Ratchet slightly shook his head. She needs to stop pushing herself to go beyond than what's necessary, haven't I already expressed that her current efforts is good enough? A small smirk teased his lips, as Ratchet fully faced you. Yes... I have, but her damn stubbornness and persistence always seems to control her motivation, rather than reason... Guess we're not so different.

"Valkyrie... Valkyrie... wake up."

A low grumble escaped your lips as you begun to stir, feeling Ratchet's digit gently poke your shoulder. Stretching your arms across the desks' surface, eyes fluttering and blinking away the tiredness. As your sleepy gaze lazily roamed over the Autobot, watching him crouch down as he possibly could, attempting to make his large frame appear less startling.

"O-Oh... sorry-ah!" discomfort winced across your features, as your tensed muscles caused pain to shoot throughout your back. Refusing to allow you to sit upright, without enduring the stiffness and soreness of being hunched over for so long.

Concern flashed across Ratchet's faceplates, "let me have a look at that-"

"N-No. I'm fine." You spoke through a weak smile, "just a little stiff-"

"Don't try and be proud, it won't get you anywhere in my medbay. Now... let me help."

"Ratchet, you don't- oh!" Your eyes flickered, as the Autobot ran the knuckle of his index digit against your back.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, like he knew how much pressure to use to ease the pain while not causing any further stress. Your posture relaxed a little as you leaned against his touch, a relieved smile framing your lips while a happy sigh escaped. The tightness of your muscles and stiff knots melting away, as his knuckle carefully dug and massaged along your spine.

Ratchet's spark slightly fluttered while you gradually straightened your posture, attempting to lean yourself a little more against his touch. The yellow and red Autobot bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight a fond smile etching across his faceplates as another happy sigh escaped you.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah... thanks Ratchet."

Your loving smile almost made air get stuck in the medic's vents, causing him to swallow his emotions and clearing his vocal processor. Attempting to keep his voice to it's usual nonchalant tone, "you're... welcome. And... for future reference, I highly recommend that you don't fall asleep at your desk again."

A simple shrug rolled your shoulders, "guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was."

"Yeah well... next time I won't be so helpful. I'll leave you to suffer in discomfort-"

Ratchet swallowed as you gazed at him with a soft pout, your eyes teasing him with a childlike innocence. "Oh... but what if I need your touch to make me feel better?"

Small shocks of electricity zapped throughout his wires, his spark slightly pulsing out of rhythm. Damn it! W-Why does her smile make me...? -

A huff of defeat left him, Ratchet's voice reduced to a slight grumble. "Well... I suppose I could make... a exception-"

"So..." your voice still somewhat held it's teasing tone, as your smile widened. "I take it that I've impressed you enough to outlast your previous interns?"

A small chuckle bubbled under your breath, as your soft gaze noticed a smile teasing the corners of Ratchet's lips. "You've may hold the new record for the longest intern. But... don't think you're out of the dark just yet, the internship has still just started. There's still a chance that you could cut and run, just like the others."

"Don't count on it. I'm not going anywhere."

The Next Day. 6:30am

The soft melody of a familiar song filled the air, creating the soothing atmosphere which Ratchet has grown used to by now as he approached the medbay hangar. Tiredness slowly leaving his blue optics, as his warm gaze fell onto your silhouette.

Blissfully drawing away in your notepad, allowing the radio to envelop you in your own world as you sat at your desk. Occasionally sipping the mug of your usual beverage, which always remained within arms reach.

"You are aware that it's ok to have a lay in, right?"

Ratchet's spark fluttered as you looked up at him, greeting him with that soft, sweet smile that the medic has secretly grown to love. "And have you accuse me of being 'lazy' again? No thanks."

A small chuckle escaped the Autobot as he approached his console. Allowing the holographic screens to flicker to life. "That was a joke and you know it."

A subtle sense of pride slightly swelled in Ratchet's spark, as his blue optics roamed over your sketches of the Cybertronian anatomy. She's definitely improved since the last time I saw those sketches. I... shouldn't really be surprised of what she's capable of by now. Perhaps... she might be ready to assist me more in the medbay soon.

The medic raised an optic ridge as his gaze noticed a few dot points on the opposite page of your sketch. "If I may ask, what are you writing?"

"Just additional notes." You casually spoke. "I got... curious about a couple of things about your species. Honestly, was hoping I could possibly have a better understanding of you- more than just Autobot biology, I mean..." A frustrated sigh escaped you, tossing your datapad aside. "But the N.E.S.T archives regarding your species has missing information."

Ratchet paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise flashing within his optics. "And what... is that, exactly?"

"I've been trying to find more about this... 'Primus'... I hear you and the other Autobots mention his name sometimes. But... who is he?"

W-Well... I wasn't quite expecting that.

Ratchet composed himself, clearing his vocal processor before giving you his undivided attention. "Primus... was an ethereal being whom acted as a force of good and wisdom within the universe. It's foretold that our planet is made up of his very body, and that the AllSpark is the physical incarnation of his lifeforce. As you know, all living Cybertronians have a spark- our equivalent of a soul. All sparks are fragments of Primus' lifeforce."

"So... he's like a deity or a God?"

"Yes... you could say that, I suppose. But he's worshiped in different ways throughout Cybertron. Some view him as 'The Great Creator' or a guardian spirit, while others may believe he's nothing but a legend. But the one thing all Cybertronians agree on is that he gave us life."

Answering him with a silent nod of appreciation, as you jotted down abbreviated dot-points within your notepad. Curiosity begun to creep into your thoughts causing your eyes to flicker up at Ratchet, closing your notepad as you paused for a moment. "Can I ask... what about you? What's your view?"

Ratchet's mouth opened but a heavy sigh tumbled out instead of words. His blue optics studied the genuine curiosity upon your features, but also noticing the soft comfort which shined within your eyes. Almost like a silent reassurance, that you'd accept any answer- even if it was none at all. Making the medic's spark affectionately pulse within its chamber.

"I... never had much faith in Primus growing up." His voice was just loud enough for your to hear. "In my youth, I... preferred more scientific answers for questions about life and what happens after we deactivate- I still do. But... the older I got, and the horrors of war that I saw..." his optics flickered away from you. "I became more open to the idea of a god. I honestly never felt an affinity for worshiping him like some, but now... I do very least respect Primus for giving us life. After all... it's all we have here in this universe of war."

His soft gaze returned to you, only to slightly widen as you simply nodded in acknowledgement. Your gaze still holding soft curiosity- Ratchet couldn't detect any judgement nor scrutiny lingering within your eyes. For if other Cybertronians heard his views, the medic would have received a lecture. But here you were, not only perfectly accepting and understanding Ratchet's views, but... also showed deep interest.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge as he studied your features, as you briefly took a moment to ponder on a thought. Almost as if, you were carefully selecting your words, "w-with the... AllSpark destroyed and... you Autobots being so far away from home. Can you... Can you still 'sense' Primus?"

He paused. It was a fair yet complex question. Something that many Cybertronians struggled with, and even the medic had to admit that he was somewhat confused by the whole thing. "In a way... yes. The AllSpark may be gone... but as long as there are Cybertronians still living, we can still feel his presence. Even on this primitive little planet."

Your sweet, appreciative smile sent Ratchet's spark a flutter, while the gentle warmth within his chassis entangled his wires. Like how one would feel butterflies in their stomach.

"Thanks for talking to me, Ratchet. I know... culture beliefs isn't really a topic most are comfortable with, but... I appreciate you sharing with me."

A subtle smile teased the corners of the Autobot's lips, as Ratchet responded with a simple nod. It had been a long time since he'd had a serious conversation about the more sensitive topics of Cybertron, and... he'd honestly enjoyed it. He was... almost surprised at how easy it had been to talk you, of all people.

"No problem, Valkyrie-"

'Ping.'

A heavy sigh escaped Ratchet, rolling his optics. As a chime from his monitor interrupted the conversation. "But I'm afraid we might need to continue this conversation another time."

As the Autobot turned his back on you, a teasing smile crept upon your lips. "Well... now I know who to thank for giving you good looks."

D-Did she... just...?

Ratchet's spark suddenly skipped a beat. Like a spell, your words caused his body to stiffen, servos pausing in mid-type upon his console's keyboard. Peering over his shoulder, the Autobot's wide-eyed gaze saw your seemingly innocent demeanor, as you continued jotting down things in your notepad.

A gentle warmth rose beneath his faceplates as your eyes briefly flickered up at him. Breath got caught in the medic's thoat, as he noticed the flirtatious, mischievous sparkle within your eyes. The sound of Ratchet's cooling fans joined the humming symphony of monitors and computers, which filled the air of the medbay hangar.

It not like Ratchet wasn't used to the odd flirtatious comments. Before 'The Great War', many femmes would often give the medic such complements. Their voices dripping with a sultry tone that would rile up his spark, while their intimate touch would send an involuntary shudder throughout his frame. But this... this was different.

Whenever you were near, he couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to a flame. It seemed like you unknowingly had this... way of drawing him out of his own head, making the Autobot forget about his worries and frustrations. Even if... it was just for a little while.

Ratchet would often find himself gazing at your eyes, as if a whole another universe lied behind the captivating colour.

By the AllSpark, why can't I focus?! A heavy sigh escaped the Autobot, as he hunched over the console. Realizing he's been lost within his own thoughts for the past hour. Perhaps I should run a diagnostics check.

But the medic's body freezes once again, as he turns towards his second monitor screen. His jaw slightly dropping, his wide-eyed gaze soaking in the movement of you shrugging off your military jacket and exposing your black crop top. His blue optics traced each curve and contour, while you used your jacket to pat away the sweat from your neck, collarbone and cleavage. Ratchet swallowed slightly and found himself staring at you for a few moments before finding his voice again.

"A-Are you... alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Your voice almost sound breathless. "Just... still getting used to the heat."

"Perhaps... you should take a break."

The Autobot quickly averted his gaze as you looked up at him. Trying to keep his usual, gruff demeanor.

"You sure?" you casually spoke, tossing your jacket over your chair. "I mean... it's still pretty early."

Ratchet simply nodded. "Yes, you've... been working all morning. You... shouldn't over exert yourself. And... Be careful with the heat out there. I'd hate to find a new intern just because you melted away."

Oh... that sweet melody laugh of hers...

"Noted Doc." You spoke between giggles, giving the Autobot a sweet smile despite him having his back towards you. "I won't be long."

The medic released a shaky breath, feeling a slight shiver throughout his frame. What's wrong with me...?

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The familiar laughter of Lennox and his unit filled the air, drawing your attention to the pool, as they dog-piled and pushed one another into the water. While the harsh vibrations of Sideswipe and Ironhide sparring nearby, rippled throughout the concrete and gravel ground.

"You guys haven't changed a bit."

Lennox looked up, greeting you with a warm smile while using his hand to shield his eyes from the harsh sun. "Ah! I see you've escaped Ratchet. How are you? Still putting up with that attitude of his?"

"Besides feeling a little warm... I'm ok. And Ratchet's not that bad." You spoke between chuckles, giving Lennox's bicep a playful punch.

A few men snickered at your words, as you and Lennox approached the side of the pool.

"You may outlasted the previous interns." The Major smiled, placing his feet into the pool. "But his attitude still sent a few running for the hills-"

"That's because they were incompetent pussies."

The teams snickers turned into full blown laughter, most giving you a simple nod in agreement. A wide grin spread across Lennox's features, his amused gaze flickering at you as you joined his side. Pulling up your camo trousers towards your knee, allowing the cool water to subtlety splash against your legs. "I'll give you that."

"In all seriousness. I'd... be lying if I didn't say that I've been on the receiving end of one of Ratchet's grumpy lectures, or felt him express his temper from time to time." A sweet smile teased the corner of your lips as your eyes flickered down towards the sparkling pool. "But... I do know that he doesn't mean it, and that his words actually comes from a place of care and concern."

Lennox nodded, "we've all felt Ratchet's temper a few times... but I gotta admit. Even though I've never doubted you for a second..." you could feel his soft gaze upon you. "I've honestly never seen him take to someone so well, like he has with you. I think... Ratchet's grown a bit fond of you."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I just... learnt how to get through his 'concrete walls'- which required a lot of patience, may I add."

Lennox shook his head, a small scoff escaping him. If only you knew how well you've broken through the walls of that grumpy medic.

"Thanks... for doing what you did to bring me here. It's... been great working with you again, Lennox."

"I wouldn't of had it anyother way. Having you here... has really helped break through the tension that's been hovering over this place for months-"

Clash! Bang!

The sound of Ironhide's and Sideswipe's fists clashing disturbs the air, as their spar now turned into an all out brawl. The flash of a silver fist collided with Ironhide's jaw, while he attempted to tackle the young Corvette Stingray to the ground.

You winced as Ironhide grapled his sparring partner into a headlock, "shouldn't we... stop them?"

Lennox perked his head up, but only to chuckle and wave your concern away with a dismissive hand. "Na it's fine. It's normal for those two to go all out with each other, the bots knows each others limits. Besides, you know me and my boys blow off steam from time to time. The Autobots aren't any different-"

"This... doesn't feel the same as your boys rough housing."

Worry begun to clutch onto your heart, giving it an uncomfortable squeeze as you watched the brawl between the two bots grow more heated and intense. Ironhide's features shifted into a scowl as he began to increase the force behind his blows. A breathless gasp escaped Sideswipe as the gun-metal Autobot punched him square in the abdomen, knocking the breath out of Sideswipe while he fell backwards.

A spine chilling echo of metal harshly creaking and warping filled the air. Your eyes widened as Sideswipe's features twisted in pain, attempting to cradle his ankle joint but also shield his torso from Ironhide's next blow, as he laid upon the ground.

"Man- Autobot down!" You yelled, quickly rushing to your feet. "Autobot down!-"

"Valkyrie?!" Lennox attempted to grab you by the hem of your cargo trousers, but the fabric just slipped through his fingers. "Ironhide! Sideswipe! Medic on field!"

Ironhide's optics widened as you came into view, his gaze instantly softening as realization came to him. Lowering his fist and taking a step back, shock flashed across his faceplate as you came between him and Sideswipe. Not that your height did much to separate the two metal giants.

"You shouldn't have rushed in like that!" Sideswipe protested. "You could of gotten seriously hurt!-"

"Well I didn't." Ignoring the silver Autobot's unamused gaze, as you examined his ankle joint. Gently running a hand over the metal plating which warped outwards, allowing you to see inside. "We're... gonna need to take you to the medbay." It's... not like I'm much help without Ratchet, don't think there's any bandages that comes in 'Autobot size'...

"I'm fine." Sideswipe muttered through his dentas, attempting to hide the pain that shot throughout his frame, as he struggled to get back onto his peds. "N-No need for dramatics-"

"You should know, that pride won't get you anywhere in the presence of a medic." You looked up at Ironhide, "please help him."

Snapping out of his daze, the weapons specialist attention returned to you. "Right... C'mon Sides..."

As Ironhide grabbed Sideswipe's arm, draping it over his shoulders, assisting the silver Autobot to take the weight off his injury. Lennox gently took hold of your forearm.

"Please... be more careful next time." He muttered into your ear, "I really don't want to explain to my higher ups, how our best intern gotten under the peds of an Autobot. And... I'd also rather avoid having that convocation with Ratchet..."

"You know me, Lennox." You spoke with a playful smile. "I'm a medic, of course I'm careful."

A heavy sigh escaped him, allowing your forearm to slip away from his soft grasp. Rubbing his temples, "since when have you been careful, Valkyrie?" I've known you long enough to cause me multiple heart attacks... You also haven't changed a bit.

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"Ratchet..."

Briefly glancing over his shoulder, Ratchet's optics widened as you and the two Autobot's entered the medbay hangar. His gaze studying Sideswipe, as he leaned onto Ironhide to support his weight.

"Twisted leg piston, possible wire and cable damage within the right ankle joint." You briefly explained, gesturing towards Sideswipe.

A sigh escaped the medic, rolling his optics while approaching his injured comrade. "Let me guess. You and Ironhide got too competitive again?"

"Everything was under control." Sideswipe groaned, as Ironhide carefully sat him down on the medical slab. "Till your girl ran in between us..."

A subtle heat rose beneath the medic's faceplate, as his soft gaze briefly flickered towards you. My... girl? Ratchet quickly shook his helm before the thought could fully load into his processor. Schooling his expression and tone of voice back to his usual demeanor.

"Oh, I'm well aware of how 'under control' you two can be. And Sideswipe..." Ratchet purposely leaned over the silver Autobot, speaking in a gruff mutter as the medic reached for his tools. "She's not 'my' girl."

A low hiss escaped Sideswipe, as Ratchet carefully removed the twisted panel.

"Hold still and don't squirm." He lectured, "I can't fix you, if you're moving around all the time."

Peering into Sideswipe's joint, a small hum rumbled deep within Ratchet's vocal processor. Studying the tangled mess of wires and cables which had somehow got caught around the piston, while the piston itself looked as it was in danger of snapping anytime soon.

Bringing yourself onto your tiptoes, foolishly attempting to bring yourself more to the Autobot's height. Despite only reaching a little more to Ratchet's ankle. Now I know how an ant feels....

"Is there... anything I can do?"

Ironhide chuckled as your voice almost sounded like a concerned child. "That's very sweet, Dollface but Ratchet-"

"Could... actually do with some assistance." The medic interrupted after pausing for a moment. "Come here and take a look."

Ironhide's surprised gaze flickered between you and Ratchet. Before landing on Sideswipe, silently asking his injured comrade. Did I... just hear that right...?

Carefully stepping onto Ratchet's open servo, balancing yourself upon his palm as the Autobot knelt towards you. Unaware of how the simple touch caused his spark to flutter and butterflies entangled his circuits, as Ratchet gently placed you down upon the medical slab. Allowing you to gaze into the opening of Sideswipe's ankle, which almost came to your height.

"What you can do is gently untangle the wires and cables that are in danger of getting damaged even more. I need your... delicate touch, while I bend his piston back into place."

Your heart skipped a beat, warmth rasing to your cheeks as you looked up at the Autobot with a surprised gaze. "I-I'm flattered by the trust and confidence you have in me. But..." you lowered your voice to just above a whisper, "you know I haven't... I don't want to hurt Sideswipe."

Ratchet's gaze softened, his spark sending a subtle warmth of appreciation and... admiration? Throughout his frame. Indeed it was true that the medic very rarely allowed any assistance during situation's such as this- including his own comrades, but him allowing- let alone accepting the assistance of a human? That was unheard of!

But just as you continuously proved time and time again, you wasn't recklessly eager to jump into something which was out of your depth. You genuinely cared about not causing Sideswipe any more pain than necessary, and your expression alone spoke volumes of your concern of messing anything up or worse.

"You won't hurt him." Ratchet assured. "Just go slow and be gentle. I'll be right here."

A sharp hiss escaped Sideswipe, his ped twitching under your touch as your fingers ran over his knotted circuits. Swallowing his nerves, as the Autobot medic shot him a glare while easing the piston back into its proper form. Pink lightly dusted your cheeks and subtle warmth rose to Ratchet's faceplates, whenever your hands briefly brushed against one another. His spark and your heart almost fluttering in sync, as his optics wandered away from your hands to your face.

Finding himself studying your expression. The way your eyes seemed to focus, the way your lips were drawn into a concentrated frown. How your feathered touch effortlessly untangled Sideswipe's wires and cables.

A small smile tugged upon the corners of Ratchet's lips, as you muttered the correct order of each wire and cable as you untangled them. His spark pulsing within its chamber while his servos worked in sync with yours, his soft gaze traveling back up towards your focused expression. It was... like the brief time you've spent together in the medbay had became second nature for the both of you.

"Ratchet... this green wire needs soldering."

Pausing in his work, the Autobot simply gazed at which you were pointing to. Briefly answering with a silent nod, while grabbing a human sized solder-iron and holding it out to you. But only to be greeted by your surprised and wide eyed gaze.

"B-But I-"

"You'll be just fine." Ratchet's soft yet confident smile, sent your heart to skip a beat. Causing the light shade of pink to dust your cheeks even more, "we've gone over the basics of soldering. I trust you to do it yourself."

As you slowly began to solder the green wire back to its connection. Ironhide couldn't help but let a knowing smile stretch across his faceplate, noticing the look of silent praise and support creep across Ratchet's expression.

"There... how does that feel, Side?" you nervously looked up at the silver Autobot as he sat more upright. Gently twisting and bending his ped.

"Not bad... not bad at all. You've got some skill there, Toots." His supportive smile eased your fluttering nerves.

You looked up at Ratchet with a sweet, appreciative gaze as he let out a satisfied hum. "Well... I have a great mentor."

A small pang of pride made his spark pulse a little quicker within it's chamber. Sending zaps of electricity throughout his frame. Her... kindness, her loyalty to our cause, the care and concern she carries. Her... skills as a medic...

Ratchet returned your smile, his optics warm and his expression softer than usual. While placing a new plate to Sideswipe's ankle. "And... I have a pretty good intern."

"I noticed that." Ironhide's teasing tone whispered into the medic's audio receptors, while giving him a playful nudge.

"Noticed what?" A look of irritation sharpened Ratchet's expression. The usual gruff and sarcastic tone creeping back into his words.

The gun-metal Autobot simply rolled his optics, following the medic put away his tools. Briefly looking in your direction with a knowing smile, as Sideswipe carefully placed you back onto the ground. "The way you just looked at her. The look you'd give to... a sparkmate."

Ratchet felt his spark skip a beat at Ironhide's words, heat rose a little more to his faceplates, air almost getting stuck in within his vents. But he tried to shake it all off, schooling his expression to remain natural while giving his comrade a side glance. "Don't be ridiculous. I have no sparkmate..."

A frustrated sigh escaped Ironhide, "oh c'mon! Surely you've heard that every bot has a sparkmate waiting for them! That special someone created just for you, by Primus himself."

"Oh please, Ironhide. I thought you were more logical than to believe a romanticised idea such as that..." Ratchet briefly looked away from his comrade. "It's simply a myth-"

"Um... guys...?" your worried tone interrupted, causing both Autobot's to follow what you were pointing at. "Is the monitor screen supposed to be flashing red?"

A sickening feeling twisted the pits of your stomach, as fear flashed across the Autobot's expression. Their wide optics gazing at the screen as if the energon flowing through them suddenly turned cold. "What...? What's wrong?"

Ratchet's hunched form leaned over the console, a look of alarm forming upon his faceplates, optics widening in disbelief. Only a single word escaped from Ironhide, spitting it out almost as if the word itself tasted like poison upon his glossa.

"Decepticons..."

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leenathegreengirl · 22 days ago

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Tunes-Giving Event: Hunter/Nez (NOV 30)

Passion is the essence of the connection between Hunter and Nez—an intense bond that first sparked during the war and has only deepened since. What was once a simmering tension beneath the surface is now a free and unreserved closeness. Whether it’s his signature long locks or her bold red lipstick, this pair exudes the kind of timeless, sophisticated allure that captivates everyone around them. Their playlist mirrors this sensual energy, filled with powerful ballads and anthems of romance that pulse with intensity and desire. Every song is a reflection of the magnetic chemistry they share—both refined and deeply passionate.

'Cause I'm your lady

And you are my man

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

One look at you and I can't disguise

I've got hungry eyes

I feel the magic between you and I

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Wrap my hand around her waist

Put my cheek upon your face

Turn you around so you could see

What you cookin' up in me

Meet Nez! EVENT MASTERLIST

(Special thank you my dear friend and creative partner @legacygirlingreen for making this event possible! She is responsible for all the writing, design layout, post editing & greatly assisted in song selections!)

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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roosterforme's '80s Rocktober Playlist fic challenge

For those about to rock, we salute you!

Let's rock 'n' roll the Top Gun way! Choose an '80s rock song (or pop or country or rap...), and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters! Just make sure the songs are from Rooster's favorite decade, the 1980s!

Or create a banner or mood board! Go with an '80s vibe or a specific song to inspire you and run wild.

Banner credit to @mak-32. Rock on, Mak.

Rules for fics:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

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

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

There is no real time limit, but please try to post in September or October.

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

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate. And reblogging fics is always a treat for writers!

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

Rules for banners and mood boards:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

If you want to use a specific song, please send me an ask letting me know which song. If you want to participate with the '80s vibe and no specific song, just send me an ask and let me know you'll be submitting an image or images.

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

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

Songs and fics we are rocking out to:

1 @roosterforme What's Your Name by New Order (Bradley)

2 @beyondthesefourwalls Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (Bradley)

3 @sylviebell Faithfully by Journey (Natasha)

4 @wkndwlff Love Walks In by Van Halen (Bob)

5 @desert-fern Jump by Van Halen (Bradley)

6 @yanna-banana Like a Prayer by Madonna (Jake)

7 @fanboyswhore9 Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mickey)

8 @cherrycola27 Born to Be My Baby by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

9 @trickphotography2 Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones (Bradley)

10 @blue-aconite Every Little Thing She Does is Magic by The Police (Jake)

11 @roosterforme Do You Wanna Touch Me? by Joan Jett (Bradley)

12 @startrekfangirl2233 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! (Mickey)

13 @bradshawsbitch Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (Bradley)

14 @bellaireland1981 Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Bradley)

15 @wkndwlff Lay Your Hands On Me by Bon Jovi (Bob)

16 @beyondthesefourwalls Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (Javy)

17 @thedroneranger Boys of Summer by Don Henley (Bradley)

18 @cottagecori Dancing With Myself by Generation X (Bob)

19 @sweetwhispersofchaos I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett (Natasha and Jake)

20 @sometimesanalice Straight Up by Paula Abdul (Bradley)

21 @lovinglyeternal Call Me by Blondie (Jake)

22 @roosterforme Adult Education by Hall & Oates (Jake)

23 @beyondthesefourwalls Your Love by Outfield (Bradley)

24 @mayhemmanaged You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC (Jake)

25 @topherwrites Love Shack by The B-52's (Bradley)

26 @ficsilike-reblogged Take On Me by A-ha (Bob)

27 @cottagecori Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions (Bradley)

28 @jupitercomet Kissing a Fool by George Michael (Bradley)

29 @startrekfangirl2233 Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds (Jake and Bradley)

30 @topherwrites Just Like Heaven by The Cure (Jake)

31 @sweetwhispersofchaos As the World Falls Down by David Bowie (Natasha and Bob)

32 @inmyloveworld Open Arms by Journey (Bradley)

33 @thedroneranger Centerfold by J. Geils Band (Jake)

34 @gretagerwigsmuse Can't Hardly Wait by The Replacements (Bradley)

35 @bellaireland1981 Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (Jake)

36 @blurredcolour Push It by Salt-N-Pepa (Jake and Bradley)

37 @blackwidownat2814 White Wedding by Billy Idol (Jake)

38 @keep-on-burnin The Look by Roxette (Bradley)

39 @cherrycola27 Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr (Natasha and Javy)

40 @topherwrites Uptown Girl by Billy Joel (Bradley)

41 @jynxmirage If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher (Jake)

42 @notroosterbradshaw Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (Bradley)

43 @ficsilike-reblogged Hungry for Heaven by Dio (Beau)

44 @callsign-magnolia Who's Crying Now by Journey (Bradley)

45 @trickphotography2 Every Breath You Take by The Police (Bob)

46 @sarahsmi13s Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard (Jake)

47 @roosterforme Cover Girl by New Kids on the Block (Natasha)

48 @bobfloydsbabe Alone by Heart (Jake)

49 @ughthisisntright The Stroke by Billy Squier (Bradley)

50 @wkndwlff Special Secret Song Inside by The Red Hot Chili Peppers (Jake)

51 @sylviebell Thriller by Michael Jackson (Natasha and Javy)

52 @xoxabs88xox Why’d You Come in Here Lookin' Like That by Dolly Parton (Jake)

53 @paigewinchester67 I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen (Bradley and Jake)

54 @sarahsmi13s Fishin' In the Dark by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (Bob)

55 @callsign-joyride Need You Tonight by INXS (Bradley)

56 @foreverrandomwritings Paradise City by Guns N' Roses (Beau)

57 @cherrycola27 Whoever's In New England by Reba McEntire (Bob)

58 @1234-angelika The Bluest Eyes in Texas by Restless Heart (Jake)

59 @decantedenchanted Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Mav)

60 @the-authoress-writes Black Velvet by Alannah Myles (Jake)

61 @withahappyrefrain Somebody to Love by Queen (Bradley)

62 @valhallaas Hold on Loosely by 38 Special (Javy)

63 @talktomegooseman The Chair by George Strait (Jake)

64 @foreverrandomwritings Master of Puppets by Metallica (Mickey and Bob)

65 @poetrieshouse Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran (Mav)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Poison by Alice Cooper (Jake)

67 @1234-angelika Real Love by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers (Bradley)

68 @the-authoress-writes The Flame by Cheap Trick (Ice)

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

70 @samsgoddess Hysteria by Def Leppard (Bradley)

71 @eternalsams Cherry Pie by Warrant (Jake)

72 @love-in-light Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

73 @thatdammchickennugget Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams (Bradley)

74 @whatislovevavy Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears (Jake)

Totally rad cover art:

@ryebecca She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals

@bettycooper Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush (Bradley)

@ryebecca The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News (Bob)

@mak-32 Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean (Bradley)

@laracrofted I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett (Bob)

@sebsxphia Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners (Bob)

Need some song inspiration? Check out these bangers:

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Start Me Up - The Rolling Stones

Livin’ On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

Eye of the Tiger - Survivor

Shout - Tears for Fears

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi

Every Breath You Take - The Police

The Final Countdown - Europe

Angel - Aerosmith

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Call Me - Blondie

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

Free Fallin’ - Tom Petty

Hysteria - Def Leppard

I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Just like Heaven - The Cure

I Won’t Back Down - Tom Petty

Magic - The Cars

Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar

Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer

Love Shack - The B-52’s

Without You - Motley Crue

Material Girl - Madonna

Legs - ZZ Top

Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Cum on Feel the Noize - Quiet Riot

#top gun rocktober #roosterforme #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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babydin · 2 years ago

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Love in the Middle of a Firefight - PART THREE

The pregnancy is easy, despite the circumstances. The pregnancy was the easy part, Joel was supportive, he helped out, he ran around like a Retriever whenever you asked him to and Ellie asked a million questions every single day. But when the baby arrives Joel doesn't know if he remembers how to love something so fragile. - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - (3/?) - Joel is dad, Joel is Daddy, paternal postnatal depression, pregnancy sex, oral. Not necessarily in this chapter, but for sure in this series!! Trauma references. Domesticated af. Angsty in places! - 1200 words - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! A/N: Warning? for a cheeky finger bang and Joel being silly. Taglist 💜: @this--is--music @starkleila @finnsbubblegum @daddy-din

Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit.

PART ONE - PART TWO

You didn’t hear Joel come home. You were busy rearranging furniture in the spare bedroom that had once been a study and gradually in the 6 months of your pregnancy had become a nursery with the help of the people of Jackson. They came around with clothes, and toys outgrown, nothing like that ever got thrown away here; if it could be fixed, it was fixed, only if it was beyond repair did anything ever get tossed away but there was always someone who was good at fixing something. You hadn’t seen your toes for a while, Ellie assured you they were still there. Your back was starting to hurt, Joel was pretty good at massages. As you shifted things around, you had on the soundtrack from Dirty Dancing. The movie seemed like a distant memory now, in light of everything it felt like it must’ve been a hundred years ago. Time moves differently in Jackson. You swayed to the beat of Eric Carmen singing about Hungry Eyes, hanging a mobile with plush moons and stars above the crib Joel had built, when suddenly the song changed. You heard Joel’s familiar humming over your shoulder and didn’t bother turning around, “Please don’t fuck with my music.” you ask him. “It’s your favorite.” He says, turning up the volume a little. He skipped ahead to Love Is Strange, your brain scrambles a little as he jumps the song forward then moves to hop up on the dresser. “What are you doing?” you ask, giggling softly. “Sylvia?” You don’t answer but Sylvia does ‘Yes, Mickey?’ Joel puts his hands on the edge of the dresser and leans forward a little way, “How do you call your lover boy?” he cups his good ear and waits for you to answer, you just blush and shake your head and let Sylvia take this one too ‘Come here, lover boy!’ Joel flicks his wrists a little in a ‘what gives?’ kind of way, he knows you’ll crack soon; “And if he doesn’t answer?” Your features drop and you smile through your bashful cheeks and play along with him, “Oh lover boy.” you sing-song to the music, your tone a little more sultry than that on the track. “And if he still doesn’t answer?” he beckoned you closer “I simply say… baby,” you let out a playful giggle as Joel plays the air guitar, “oh baby,” you move closer to him, he continues to strum the imaginary guitar to the beat between your words, “my sweet baby. You’re the one.” Joel slides down off the dresser, his hands immediately cradling your stomach at either side as you both sway a little to the music as it fades away. “You’re the sexiest thing I know,” Joel complimented, smiling down at you with that smile he reserved only for you. You scoff and put a hand on top of his. “I feel like a whale. My back hurts. He’s heavy.” “Oh she is, is she?” Joel teased and you swatted his arm. You had been arguing over the sex of your baby for the last two months, but the fact was neither of you cared so long as they were healthy and safe. “Do you wanna go sit down? Go on and sit down, I’ll bring you some water. Take a rest for a little while.” You put your hand on his chest and steal a kiss from his lips, thinking about how lucky you are to get to see this side of him. You cradle your stomach as you make your way across to the bedroom you shared with Joel, you kick off your slippers - although for some weeks now you haven’t been entirely sure of your own feet because you haven’t seen them, but Joel assures you they’re still there - then you meander over to the bed and perch on the edge of it. It’s an immediate relief to not have the weight of yourself bearing down on your ankles and your legs start to burn, you wonder how much longer you have to endure this but the thought of childbirth scares you. The thought of childbirth without a proper hospital scares you even more. Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit. He comes in, as promised, with a glass of water for you and you thank him quietly. Joel sets it down on the bedside table and sits the pillows up so he can sit up against them, his legs spread and his arms open and he makes a grunting sound that, since knowing him, you have learned means ‘come here’. You shuffle back on the bed and nestle between his legs, his arms fall around you like a rugged scarf as you back presses into his chest; one that smells of sawdust, leather and very faint undertones of gasoline. “What have you been doing today?” you ask him, curious about the gasoline smell more than anything. His hands dig into your hips in the most blissful way, his massaging motions making you close your eyes and sink into him, “I spent most of it helping the Goldbergs with their yard. Their lawn wanted mowing so I did that -” you smile, that explained the gasoline “ - then I built somethin’ to help Mrs. Goldberg get up an’ down better when she’s out tendin’ to her begonias.” “Oh begonias,” you chuckle, “that’s a pretty word to be comin’ out of your mouth Mr. Miller.” “B’gonias.” he repeated, his Southern drawl a little thicker. One of your legs lifts and bends slightly to rest on his, parting your thighs a little as he continues to massage your thighs, moving under your rotund belly. “How have you been feeling today?” he asks, his hands move in a little to massage the joint from the inside, his fingers graze over your pubic bone and unintentionally tug at the muscles in your crotch and you start to feel a tingle that has you subconsciously parting your legs a little more. You wonder if he knows what he’s doing or if it’s accidental. “Pregnant.” you answer on a chuckle, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. Joel kissed your temple, his facial hair tickling just slightly, “The last bit will fly by… They’ll be here before we know it.” One of his hands moved between your thighs and brushed lightly over your sex through the fabric of the leggings and panties you were wearing but quickly wished you weren’t. He buried his face into your neck and kissed it slowly, his lips sucked and his tongue followed to soothe where he had marked. Between your legs, that hand followed a similar massaging pattern as it had shown to your hips, his free hand slipped under your shirt - which was actually Joel’s shirt because none of your own felt comfortable anymore - and his hand found your breast and he cupped it with a delicate touch. He had been so gentle with you since you had fallen pregnant, your body was changing, it was more sensitive than it had ever been and he followed your lead at all times. He listened when you said more, he listened when you told him no. You had never felt so safe.

Hushed moans tumble from your parted lips as he warms up your body for more of him, arousal pools in your underwear and your legs spread even more for him. You push back into him as your thumbs hook into the waistband of your lower garments, you make a quick adjustment of your body and push your hips up using Joel as leverage, and push the clothes down as far as you are able then kick them off the rest of the way before resuming your original position. Joel’s hand is quick to return to your core, a hum vibrates against your ear from him when he feels how wet you are for him. Thick fingers slide between your folds with ease in languid forward and back strokes, each backstroke he catches your clit against the pad of his finger and it coaxes a moan out of you. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” he whispers in your ear. You know he doesn’t want dirty talk, he wants consent. He wants to know how far he can take it, because he’s been nothing but attentive to your needs throughout. “This.” you breathe out, “I just want you to play with me like this…” “Can I put my fingers inside you, kitten?” The fact he cares enough to ask turns you on even more. Joel’s protective side is lethal. You consider his question as all coherency slowly leaves your body as he continues his ministrations, then you shake your head softly. “Are y’okay with me touchin’ your breasts like this?” You nod your head gently, “Just don’t squeeze.” Joel kisses your jaw tenderly as a silent sign that his line of questioning is over. You hear his fingers moving over your slick labia and your whole body tingles as he knows just how to make you weak. His digits begin to move in circular motions, he’s hitting every nerve ending you have down there and it has your toes curling and your fingers gripping at his thighs. He kisses your neck again in the same way he did before and your head falls away from him like a ragdoll to give him the room to do so. This is the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while. His fingers move up to concentrate on your throbbing clit, pushing through your delicate folds to expose it from its hood with his index and ring finger spreading you apart, and then rubbing it with his middle finger. He started with slow circles, but he kept one eye on your body and his good ear on the sound of your breathing as it picked up the closer you came to your release. The pace he had set had you teetering on the edge, and it was excruciating, your hips pushed and rolled into his hand in a desperate attempt to get more from him and one of your hands reached back to grab at his hair, “Joel!” you cried out, “Joel please. Please, I need to cum! Please… Please…” he heard your first plea and he increased his pace, his two middle fingers rubbing quickly over the bundle of nerves slick with your arousal. Your moans came in short, sharp bursts on every breath. Suddenly you squeezed your eyes shut and the pressure valve was released and your orgasm finally came to you, coursing through your veins and making you see stars behind your eyelids, your muscles clench around the air, and you moan loudly and chant his name as you pull at his hair.

He allows you the space to come down, and you wait until you’re sure it’s completely passed before you let him go and you melt in his arms, unable to move. Joel brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean before wrapping both his arms around you and peppering kisses over the side of your face. “I hope your son doesn’t judge us too much for the things we do while he’s in utero.” You tease, trying to catch your breath. Joel shakes his head and presses his temple to yours, “I don’t think the brain is developed enough to form memories. And he won’t. Because I have no son. It’s a girl.”

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