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oneshotnewbie · 2 months ago

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❝𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬❞

𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (& 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚)

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡: "𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 „𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠“? 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 – ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑."

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"Emily." you called quietly, but with an undertone that was unmistakably frustrated. You stomped down the stairs from Hotch's office and walked past everyone else on the team, your goal strictly set on the black-haired girl. "We need to talk."

Emily Prentiss looked up, her eyes flashing with amusement as she saw the seriousness in your face. She was sitting at her desk, organizing some files, but it was obvious that she had been waiting for this confrontation - yes, maybe even enjoying it.

"Oh?" she leaned back in her chair, folded her arms under her chest and gave you a challenging grin. "What have I done now?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." You folded your arms too and took a step closer. "I asked you yesterday to tell Hotch that I wouldn't be coming because I was sick."

"And I did," Emily raised her eyebrows, acting innocent and casual. "Well, more or less." You snorted deeply when you heard her answer and let your arms fall to your sides. "What the hell did you tell him?"

Emily couldn't hold back the grin any longer. She practically beamed as she repeated the sentence that had obviously caused a lot more of a stir than she had originally expected. "I told him that you died for our sins."

For a moment, the room was completely silent. You stared at her with your mouth wide open, as if you couldn't believe what you had just heard. Then the pent up frustration burst out.

"Are you out of your mind? That really upset him, Em!" you raised your hands as if to illustrate the absurdity of the situation she had maneuvered you into. "He just hugged me! Aaron Hotchner hugged me!!"

The woman in front of you started to giggle, but you were far from finished. "He told me he was going to kill you in a shootout on the field! He seriously thought I was... dead. Thanks to you!" you emphasized the last word, as if you wanted to make sure Emily understood the full extent of the misunderstanding.

That was the moment when she finally lost control of herself. She pressed her lips together, her shoulders began to shake, before she suddenly burst out laughing. She threw her head back slightly and grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand, as if she had to hold on. Her laughter was loud and infectious, and it didn't take long for other team members to take notice.

"What's going on here?" Derek Morgan was the first to come over to you when he heard Emily laughing. He leaned casually against his desk and looked at you intently. "Someone wants to let us in on the joke?"

"Oh, believe me, you want to hear it," the black-haired woman gasped between her fits of laughter and you looked at her intently, your eyes shooting daggers at her.

Spencer Reid, who had just been working on his laptop, looked up curiously from his desk, already putting on his glasses and giving you a questioning look. "What happened?"

"Emily..." you rubbed the bridge of your nose as if you were trying to muster up the last bit of patience. "Emily told Hotch yesterday that I died for our sins instead of just telling him I was sick."

Morning let out a loud laugh as he processed the sentence. "Oh my god, that's epic. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Wait," JJ said, who had also come over and stood next to Reid, one hand holding onto his desk chair. "Hotch really thought you died?"

"Oh yeah," you confirmed dryly, biting your lip. "He was completely distraught. He hugged me tightly and said he didn't expect to ever see me again. That was really bizarre."

"I would have wanted to see his face," Morgan said, suppressing his wide smile as you gave him a deadly glare. "Hotch is usually so calm and collected."

"Not half an hour ago," you said, shaking your head. "It really shocked me when I saw him like that."

"It was just a little joke," Emily said when she finally caught her breath, even though the grin was still on her face and stretched across her rosy cheeks. "I thought he would understand."

"Emily!" you said in frustration, tilting your head to the side, rolling your eyes. "It's Hotch! Of course he didn't understand!"

Reid, who had been listening quietly and not interjecting until now, just shook his head, obviously confused. "But why did you even say that? What was the purpose?"

"I've had a tiring night and a long day. I needed some entertainment." she answered him simply, quickly turning her gaze back to you, grinning mischievously.

"Entertainment?" you raised an eyebrow, and braced your hands on her desk, bringing your face closer to hers. "You seriously made Hotch believe I was dead. It's a damn miracle that he didn't show up at my door in the middle of the night or that my phone didn't explode with messages."

"This may have gotten a little out of control," Emily finally admitted, raising her hands in a gesture of innocence. "But in my defense, it was a damn good joke."

"He hugged me," you repeated, stunned, shaking your head again as if you were still processing what had happened. You slowly raised your hands in the air, drawing a vague outline as if you were trying to reconstruct the hug. "He never does that. Never."

Morgan was now standing next to you, looking up from his phone before watching you. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if he was waiting for you to realize at any second how absurd the situation really was. "I bet he was really worried. He may seem harsh, but everyone knows he cares about us like we're his children."

"Exactly," JJ agreed. "And if he really thought you were... well, you know, dead, then I can imagine that hit him really hard."

"Oh, I know," you said with a sigh and dropped your hands to your hips, the despair on your face replaced by a slight smile as you considered the absurdity of the situation. "He looked really upset. I didn't know what to say."

"How did you resolve it?" Reid asked curiously, tilting his head to the side and pushing his glasses up on his nose. He looked at Emily searchingly, as if he wanted to analyze every little reaction and consider the logic behind her actions. "I mean, it must have been a pretty weird moment."

Your fingers ran nervously through your hair as you took a step back, frowning in resignation. "I told him that Prentiss was lying and I was just sick. But he looked at me like I was a ghost."

"You should have just left it at that," Emily said, her laughter now completely dead and her shoulders relaxed as she looked past you to Reid. "That would have kept the tension going a little longer."

Your head snapped back to her and you glared at her. "I was about to shake him and tell him I was alive. He almost pinned me to the ground, that's how tight the hug was."

"The man is usually so stoic," said Morgen, shaking his head and his eyes wandering to the floor as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing again. "He'll never forgive you for that, Prentiss."

"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to talk to him normally again without him seeing me as a walking dead man." By now you were sitting on the edge of Emily's desk, your fingers tapping your thigh thoughtfully.

"Well," Emily said with a winking smile and placed her hand on your lower back. "You should just be glad he didn't arrange a memorial service for you right away like he did for me when I died."

JJ gave Reid a knowing look and laughed softly before placing a hand on his shoulder when she saw that he was still deep in thought. "It's fascinating how people react to such information. You'd think that a logical mind like Hotch would be immediately suspicious. But in a moment of emotion, he apparently took the information at face value."

"Spencer, sometimes you just can't act logically when you think someone you know has died," JJ said calmly as she gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"That was an extreme example," you replied, still shaking your head. "I really don't know what you were thinking, Em."

Emily shrugged and grinned cheekily at you. "Life is too short not to have fun. And besides, when else do I get the chance to annoy Hotch?"

"Scared?" you asked, needing to know if you had understood correctly. "He's ready to take you out on the field at the first opportunity..." you raised your hands again, this time to imitate a gun and pull the trigger with your fingers.

Morgen let out another laugh, followed by JJ. "Oh, I bet that'll be a fun conversation the next time he sees you."

Emily shrugged again, as if she didn't care at all. She grinned and reached forward to drop her hands from your waist and straighten some files on her desk. "I'll take the risk," she said casually, giving you another cheeky wink. "You only live once, after all."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that answer, though you bit your lip to keep it from happening. "You're incorrigible," you muttered as you pushed yourself off and slowly walked back to your desk.

"It's one of my many talents," Emily called after you, giggling softly once more. She reached for a pen on her desk and began to playfully twirl it between her fingers, giving Morgan and JJ an amused look. "And hey, you're still alive, so it's all good."

You sighed deeply again as you reached your desk and plopped down in your chair. As you immersed yourself in your work, your eyes kept wandering to Emily, who still had a satisfied smile on her face.

You turned to the others, whose faces were contorted in amusement and wide smiles. "Tell me, what's wrong with this woman?"

Everyone shrugged and scattered to their desks. It was clear that this incident would be a topic of conversation for a long time - and that Hotch might actually be plotting revenge.

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starlight727 · 8 days ago

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A little gift (part 2, no one asked for it but screw it)

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Author's note: Made a part 2 cause I'm not done with my idea, I still have something else related to the story that I wanna show you (if you're interested, of course) Also, thank you for the wonderful comments in the first part, I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this next part as much as the last one. Now, on with the show!

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here)

Part 3

A lot has happened since you got that hat: Elder Faerie died trying to buy you some time, and White Lily became the new guardian of the Seal, which made Shadow Milk Cookie changed the performance... into a quiz show! You were jumping up and down excitedly since you were eager to answer his questions (maybe that way he'll notice you for sure!). You sat down and took a deep breath before the quiz started, everyone else was standing up and steeling themselves, ready for any tricks he might pull on them. Everyone was feeling on edge after all of the recent events, and they felt very concerned and confused about the way you reacted to everything: You barely showed worry when Shadow Milk Cookie turned the whole kingdom into his personal circus, you showed remorse when Elder Faerie died but moved on quickly as soon as Shadow Milk started talking again, and now you're excited about a deadly quiz show, what the heck was wrong with you? Everyone turned to the stage when they heard Shadow Milk speak, but Wizard's gaze lingered a bit, he was gonna find out what was making you feel this way.

"Now, for the first question! Out of these False Heroes, which one is only half a Cookie? Choose your answer carefully and don't forget: time is ticking!" started Shadow Milk, as he pulled out five poorly-drawn cardboard cutouts of the Ancients, it made you giggle a bit seeing those goofy cutouts. Wizard Cookie was keeping an eye on you as you sat there, thinking.

"Half a Cookie? Isn't that... White Lily Cookie?" you pondered whether you should give your answer or not because you didn't want to put your friends in danger if you got it wrong (and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him). Suddenly, you hear someone else answer.

"None of them!" yelled out Gingerbrave proudly, thinking he beat Shadow Milk at his own game.

"...oh crumbs." you thought to yourself.

"WRONG!!! Let the punishment ensue! Now... Who wants to be crumbled first?" announced Shadow Milk so loudly that it startled you. You gasped in fear of what might happen to you and your friends, and Gingerbrave (that dummy was gonna get you all crumbled!!).

"The right answer is... All of them" Pure Vanilla spoke up before anything else could happen. Thankfully, that was the answer he was looking for, so you sighed in relief, gave Gingerbrave a glare and moved on to the next question. Wizard noticed you do this, he was taking note of any changes in behavior you exhibited.

"Out of these three Cookies... Who is the biggest liar? Remember, your time is running out! So don't think for too long!" said Shadow Milk as he took out Pure Vanilla's and White Lily's cardboard cutouts and an amazingly detailed cutout of himself (you could tell how much he loved himself by the amount of effort he put into it compared to the others, it made you chuckle a bit).

"Ooh, a trick question! Ok, it can't be Shadow Milk because that would be too obvious, it might be White Lily because she lied about her being Dark Enchantress, but... how is Pure Vanilla a liar?" you thought to yourself as you wondered why Pure Vanilla was part of the choices, until you heard someone speak up.

"This is easy! It's Shadow Milk Cookie, who else!" said Wizard Cookie, so sure of his answer that he doesn't even realize that it's too easy! You started sweating and fidgeting your non-existent fingers until you heard a third Cookie speak.

"Oh no, that's... too easy..." commented Strawberry Cookie, at least someone had common sense. You got lost in your thoughts, thinking about the horrible punishment Shadow Milk had prepared for all of you!

"Well then, are you ready? What's your answer?" speak of the devil, Shadow Milk came back to hear your team's final answer.

"Come on, just repeat after me! 'Shadow...'" started Wizard Cookie, you were sooo gonna strangle him and Gingerbrave after you're done here cause like... DO THEY HAVE DEATH WISHES OR SOMETHING?!

"The biggest liar is... me, Pure Vanilla Cookie." his voice snapped you out of your silent frenzy, what was he doing?? Surely he had a good reason to call himself a liar now more than ever. Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, that was the right answer (tho you didn't like the implications of it), another breath of relief is taken, then you give Wizard a glare, and prepare yourself for the next question.

...No, you know what? You were so angry at Wizard Cookie that, in a fit of rage, you took your hat from your head and threw it at him. Oh no!! What have you done?! You tried to apologize, but Wizard, who's been holding you suspect for having strange behavior concerning the Beast of Deceit, took it and came to the conclusion that maybe it was that stupid hat that was doing something to you, so the best course of action was to get rid of it entirely by turning it into ashes via a lightning bolt he casted on it after placing it down on the ground.

"NO!!!" you shouted as you ran to the place where your hat used to be, now turned into a pile of ash and dust. You picked up the ashes from the ground, hands trembling and tears building up in your eyes, your breath shaking and your voice breaking as you squeaked out your response.

"WHY?! Why did you do that??" you exclaimed as you threw ash at Wizard Cookie, who blocked your attack from his face but still coughed from the smell of it in the air.

"It was for your own good, that hat was controlling you, couldn't you see that?!" said Wizard Cookie in an unpleasant angry tone that even he wasn't proud of. He sighed in a tired manner and continued.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did, but you have to understand that these are dire circumstances we're facing, so we need you to come to your senses so we can finish this and leave as soon as possible, alright?" he said with a softer tone to try to make you feel better. All you could do was get up, wipe away your angry tears and look away.

"Fine." you said, holding back more tears from flowing on your cheeks. Your face was red from the surge of emotions, so you took a few deep breaths to calm down.

But privacy isn't a thing for Shadow Milk Cookie, he saw and heard everything. There was steam coming from his head, his slit eyes were so small that they looked like toothpicks, his face might turn into a different color because of how furious he was! How dare that shorty ruin your perfect gift, he worked so hard to get it to you, and now it was nothing but a pile of cinder. He swore that he would exact his revenge on that so-called wizard and his friends, a devious grin grew on his face as he remembered his final question for them.

"Don't you worry, my little star, your darling jester will take care of this." declared Shadow Milk in his head, as he prepared everything for the last question... and final showdown.

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ariseur · 8 months ago

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Hmmm…Cloud with a s/o thats the EXACT opposite of him? How do you think he’d act?🧐

cloud n his polar opposite 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife x reader

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guys don’t mention the fact that i have to literally add esoteric angsty poetry in some of my works, it’s a habit i’m trying to break, okay?? 😭

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none that i know of except intended lowercase (?), lmk if i missed anything though!! 💕

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❥ cloud with someone who’s entirely different than him would def be an amusing sight.

❥ now we all know cloud. awkward, pretty stoic, his social skills all go into his sword basically. now, imagine him with this happy go lucky, sociable, sweetheart. it’s definitely a contrast.

❥ i think at the first meeting, it would take him some time to get used to you. especially if you’re chatty, then he might tell you to shut up a few times 😭 but once he gets used to you, he’ll somewhat stay quiet. if you flirt with him, he’ll literally combust. he has no idea what to do. leave him alone okay???

❥ once he’s around you enough, he might even start mimicking your behavior with certain traits. if you tease him, he’ll quip right back. he’ll even give you a close mouthed chuckle as your humor rubs off on him.

❥ it’s entertaining watching you follow cloud around like an excited puppy as you circle around him and ask all these questions while he’s just answering nonverbally. or imagine cloud just linking pinkies with you as he looks so determined on making sure you don’t get hurt in the streets while you’re just rambling on with no care in the world.

❥ if you’re the exact opposite of cloud, i assume you’re more extroverted or lively in a public setting. definitely more of a people person than cloud. but there are times where cloud will just drive you out to a quiet place and sit with you, watching over midgar or whatever sector you’re in. he’ll let you ramble on and on to him, listening for however long you want him to.

❥ ugh for some reason i can just imagine this scenario where youre just begging him to dance with you and he says no and then you keep going and pull him up to which he “begrudgingly” agrees and then UGH

❥ DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS VISION??????1??22?3?:?

❥ if you don’t know how to fight, cloud will gladly teach you. hes actually a really good teacher!! he’ll correct your form frankly and will give you a ‘good job’ if you perform correctly. he doesn’t know it, and he definitely won’t admit that he does if he knows it, but he’s a great teacher and he knows exactly what to say. cloud’s 50/50, he’ll either crack a smile or roll his eyes at you when he sees you pat yourself on the back for the simplest success, depending on how long you’ve known him.

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“c’mon, CLOUD—! just this one time!”

“no, i told you.” he huffs, “i don’t dance.” his eyes stay closed with furrowed brows, arms crossed while he leaned back in the small garden chair.

you decided to invite him to a family party, which ended up with you practically pleading on your knees for him to dance with you. you two were outside in a small clearing behind the small house as the music blared in the distance. only the whoops of family members and giggles of little kids running around were in the air, making you smile as you extended a hand out to cloud.

“just one?” you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes as you watched cloud exhale through his nose before he finally lifted his gaze to your hand. he observed it warily, almost as if it was a trick. cloud finally lifted his head and looked up at you, pressing his lips together as he considered his choices. he sighed, mumbled something under his breath, and took your hand in his own leather clad one.

you squealed and rushed to hug him, “thank you, cloudd—!” you drew out the ‘d’ as you squeezed him tight. he patted your back awkwardly before you pulled away and grinned at him, lifting a finger signaling for him to listen.

his gaze shifted elsewhere in thought, ears picking up the song blasting in the distance changing from a swing tune to a slow dancing rhythm.

you squeezed cloud’s hand in yours as you leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to ease him out of his stiffness. he closed his eyes, focusing on the music as you coaxed him into a small shuffle. the melody melded you into one being as you swayed with the music, cloud even being confident enough to eventually twirl you a bit.

you give him a sly grin, “y’sure you haven’t done this before, cloud?” you teased. he made a small noise of surprise before he looked away, still shuffling with you. the music was drowned out by the sound of each other’s heartbeats, cloud shaky sighs every time you’d giggle when you tripped over his feet. he reveled in the moments where you two were alone, only your bodies present accompanied with your minds and your hearts, full of love. where you’d persuade cloud to come out of his hideout and remind him that it’s okay to defrost, to accept that he is human and that he has feelings as well. he didn’t have to listen to everybody who’d recognize that he was cool or feel the pressure of their words where they’d only recognize him from a surface exterior. because truth be told, even the coolest of people try their damndest to be alright.

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briskii · 1 year ago

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Senior's Discount

a/n: ty to my boyfriend who demanded i credit him for the title <3

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word count: 1.6k

requests are open :3 first time writing something of this caliber, hope you enjoy sluts 💖‼️

warnings: size kink, degradation, nsfw, age gap (reader is like 20ish, Toji is mid 30's), dacryphilia, mentions of being recorded

synopsis: Toji rizzes up (afab!) reader cuz he's too fucking poor one night to buy something at the convenience store (aka Toji being a slut)

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He was a regular. There'd be nights where you worked alone and he'd come in, usually grumbling to himself as he shopped around. He never got much; usually just cheap onigiri and the occasional pack of cigarettes. Everytime you'd hand him his change or whatever it was that he was getting, it'd be the same venomously saccharine tone, with the same endearing petname.

"Thanks, dollface."

And he'd always flash that charming smile with a wink, stuffing his items in his pockets and turning a heel to walk out of the store. He always carried himself confidently; his presence demanding and his aura loud. It didn't intimidate you, however. It's not like the guy ever did anything to you.

"Ah, shit," he cursed under his breath. His eyes flicked from his wallet, to his onigiri, and finally down to your big, doe eyes.

"I, uh," he started. "I'm a bit short." The man chuckled quietly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Despite this, he still wore a charming grin. "Think y'can make an exception and just give me a discount?"

You laughed quietly, eying the man up and down out of the corner of your eye as you rang in his food.

He was huge.

You knew what he was referring to, but the irony of this buff-6-foot-something size man saying the phrase 'i'm short' was just too funny.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes once again. "Well, how much of a discount would it be?" You ask, genuinely intending to let him off easy. He laughed dryly, and outstretched his hand to reveal an astounding 45 cents. Your face fell, and you shook your head. "I'm sorry sir, but this is a specialty onigiri. That's atleast 5 or 6 dollars..." The raven haired man scoffed and rolled his eyes. You figured he was used to abusing his pretty privilege, and he probably got pretty far with it sometimes.

He shoved the change back in his pocket, and sighed. You watched as his expression went from one of minor frustration, to one of mischief as he began to speak again.

"I'll make it worth your while." He cooed slyly, his long eyelashes fluttering against his face as his demeanor changed completely. Your face warmed up as your eyes widened, not expecting him to come off so strong. He had flirted with you before, but never like this. "I..."

"Come on, dollface," he continued, not sparing a second to let you think. "You won't have to lift a finger."

Sure, you weren't a virgin. Hell, you'd been with your fair share of men. But there was something so captivating about how brazen this regular was that you couldn't help the way your thighs clenched together at his intense stare. And of course he noticed.

He always noticed the way your eyes would light up when he would walk through the door, and how cutely your lips would form a pout when he teased you. He could always feel your eyes on his muscular back when he would browse the store, so he always made sure to take just a little longer than he normally would. The way you would unknowingly make goo-goo eyes at him was the reason he even frequented that specific store in the first place.

"Such a sweet little thing you are," He teased, cocking his head to the side as he leaned over, making himself tower over you intentionally. "I'm sure the noises that would come out of you would sound even sweeter, though."

"Wow," You turned your head away from him, chuckling genuinely. This guy was unbelievable. Sure, maybe you've checked him out a few dozen times. And sure, maybe you've thought about fucking him in the staff bathroom once or twice. But to have him be so unabashedly direct with you, it ignited a familliar fire within you.

"And I thought I was a whore," You laughed trying to match the man's energy. Although, it didn't roll off the tongue quite as sweetly as you wanted it to. It couldn't have; not with the way this man was looking at you.

In the blink of an eye, the customer was behind you somehow, gripping your neck with one hand as he pressed himself against you, grinding into your ass and grabbing your hip roughly with his other. "How did you-"

"Sweetheart," he cut you off, mumbling behind you as his chest pressed up against your back, his huge body forcing you against the counter. "I'm much older than you. You should treat me with respect." He mused, chuckling lowly as he licked your ear. You whined quietly as you pushed your hips into his, finding it difficult to think or even let alone respond when he was flooding your senses so intensely like that.

"You're too innocent to be using words like that." He chided teasingly, as his hand shifted down to the zipper on your pants. His words were ironic to hear, as the moans and whines coming from your mouth have been anything but innocent.

"I'm...mmm, fuck, 'm not innocent- ah!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before the hand on your throat was replaced by the man's mouth, sucking and biting to leave as many marks as possible. He smiled against your neck as you moaned louder than you had been already, feeling the curve of your ass push against his strained pants. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt to quip back and stood up straight, pulling you against his chest.

"Open." He demanded, as his left hand snaked up your shirt to twist and pull at your nipples. "Wh-" you started, before he shoved his index and middle finger down your throat without warning. You gagged, but quickly adjusted your breathing. Your pleading eyes met his predatory ones, wanting more.

"Good girl," He smiled, that same look of mischief from earlier glinting in his eyes once again."You'd let me fuck 'yer throat, wouldn't ya? Seems like you'd be real good at it." You whined loudly, nodding quickly. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and you moaned. "Please, 'wanna suck you off in the bathroom. Wanna feel you cum down my throat, sir." He groaned, cursing under his breath.

"Toji." The man simply stated. "You'll let that camera over there-" -he withdrew his hand from your shirt to point at the camera in front of you guys- "-know who I am, won't you, dollface?"

"Toji!" You moaned out immediately as he began grinding against you. He smiled at your willingness to obey him, a complete stranger. "Please." You mewled, wanting him to help soothe the ache in your core. "Just wanna go to the bathroom. I want to feel you."

Toji had hit the jackpot. You were a young, pretty thing and he already had you wrapped around his finger; at the very least, you were 10 to 12 years his junior. "Older men like me ruin eager girls like you," he growled, completely ignoring your bathroom comment. He knew he'd just come back once you had closed down the store to steal the CCTV footage, and if anyone decided to wander in, well.

They'd be getting a show.

"Need to hear you," He bit your neck, causing you to moan out loudly. Toji was really hoping the cameras were expensive enough to have microphones, because the noises you were making were fucking unbelievable.

"Fuck, pretty girl, you sound so good f'me." The older man continued lapping at the sweet spot on your neck, fully intending to mark you up for everyone to see.

Toji hastily shoved his large hand down your already unbuckled and unzipped pants, fingers plunging into your warm cunt. You were already so wet, just like he knew you were going to be.

You were practically panting like a dog with how desperate you were.

"Atta girl, just like that." He watched you intently as you fucked yourself on his hand. He couldn't help but encourage you sweetly; he wanted, no, needed to see you unravel in front of him, and you happily obliged, bouncing against his fingers at a rhythmic pace.

Already, you were close. It's not like you could help it; Toji was filling you up wonderfully, and the way he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear had you hurling towards your orgasm fast.

"Fuck, princess," He mumbled into your neck, watching you use his thick digits with lidded eyes. You moaned his name and clenched around his fingers at the new petname, causing him to stop entirely. "You fuckin' minx, you're drivin' me crazy with 'yer noises," he growled, bending you over the counter harshly. He tugged your pants down in one swift, fluid motion.

"Need to taste you, doll." Was all he said, before you felt his tongue thrust into your now sopping cunt. You grabbed at the edge of the counter and gasped, feeling the air completely leave your lungs. He was eating you out like a starved man, and his rough, calloused fingers were prodding at your clit. You felt like you were going to pass out.

"Toji, Toji, baby- 'm gunna cum. Please-"

You stiffened, as you felt Toji's hands and tongue leave your body. "No, no no no-!" You cried out, clenching around nothing and pushing your ass against open air. Toji's chest rumbled with a deep, mean laugh as he stood you up and turned you around to face him. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes at the loss of your orgasm, and Toji pouted mockingly. "Aw, what? My pretty baby's all hot and bothered 'cuz she didn't get to cum?" He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, with his hands on his hips. You pouted, tears now threatening to spill out.

"Such a crybaby," he sighed, pulling up your pants for you. "That's what you get for being a bratty, desperate whore." He smiled as he dried your eyes with his shirt, thinking about how much more he wants to see you cry. "You're so mean," you sniffed, readjusting your pants. "I was being good."

"Not good enough," Toji laughed as he walked back around the counter, snatching his onigiri and opening it before you could think about grabbing it from him. You glare at him, and he just waves you off.

"Thanks, princess."

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #smut #anime smut #minors dni #toji x reader #toji x you #jjk toji #toji is MEAN #no spoilers

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watatsumiis · 2 years ago

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Sitting in their lap - part 3

I'm really enjoying writing this series, so here's another part! :D

Content: Gender neutral reader (referred to as 'you'), described/implied to be physically smaller than most of the characters (simply because I am and that's how I project, but if you'd like an alternate version, send me an ask and I'll whip it up!), pre-established platonic relationships (though this may border into romantic if you consider physical affection to be that way, so be warned)

Part 1 - (Ft. Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Arlecchino, Capitano, Childe)

Part 2 - (Ft. Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya)

Characters in this one: Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Morax, Pantalone, Pierro

Kaveh is a bit of a squirmer - he loves being kept company though and will do anything he can to make sure you're comfortable. If he's particularly absorbed in a project, he may barely acknowledge you, but you'll find that he just absently starts to fidget and toy with you, stroking your hair and touching your face, tugging at your clothes, as if he's just making sure you're still here. Sometimes he may even ask for your opinions on what he's working on and will just absently chatter away to you. You don't have to listen super intently, he doesn't mind either way, it's just like he enjoys hearing the sound of his own voice.

Kazuha tends to get up and move around a lot, even when he seems to be settled. He finds that moving around can help get the creative juices flowing - but he'll still himself for a while if it seems like you're in need of some attention. He mutters to himself a lot and may even be working on more than one thing at once (sometimes even holding pencils in both hands), catching little snippets of inspiration before they're gone with the wind. Sometimes it seems like he's looking for your input on a quote or idea, but he always seems a little shocked/startled when you provide a response - but not at all displeased, he really likes having someone to share his ideas with. You notice that his writing tends to border into softer/fluffier sorts of stuff when you're sitting with him - perhaps the physical touch affects him more than he lets on.

Lisa thinks it's super cute and sweet of you to seek her out this way - she certainly doesn't mind having an excuse not to do her work (though it's not like she was going to do it in the first place). She'll chuckle and tease you a little, then settle in for the long haul. She may disturb every now and then to ask you if you need anything or if you can shift your position just a little, but other than that you're pretty much left alone - except for the odd occasion when she's particularly bored and might prod or poke you to make you squirm or giggle. She really does enjoy the company - it gets rather lonely in the library sometimes, especially when people are just dropping in and out for books.

Morax, despite his spiky, horned exterior, really enjoys some snuggles, regardless of his current temperament. The clashing of cold blooded dragon and warm blooded human can mean he has difficulty regulating his own temperature, so having something warm curled up in his lap is often just what he needs to even himself out. He'll curl his big tail around you and rest his chin atop your head - you swear you can feel some kind of purr resonating from somewhere deep in his chest. It's almost possessive, the way he curls his unnaturally tall form around you, puffing out a little sigh into your hair. If he happens to be in a talkative mood, you cuddling up to him may also prompt him into telling you a story or reciting a poem he heard long ago - his voice sounds different from behind those wickedly sharp fangs inside his mouth, but it's still unmistakably him. He'll always make a point to thank you for keeping him company once you get up to go (or if he has to go for whatever reason).

Pantalone acts aggrieved at first - don't take it as a personal slight, he's just dramatic. He'll quickly figure out how to continue his work around you (though you may get booted off if someone walks into his study) and you'll find that he starts to absently use you as a fidget toy, twirling your hair around gloved fingers and pressing his cheek lightly against you as he lets out a content hum from the back of his throat, so quiet that you almost feel like you imagined it. If it becomes a regular thing between you two, he may eventually organise for his workers to bring up extra snacks, and maybe a book or something to keep you occupied. His work is mind-numbingly boring and he doesn't really have any way to entertain you personally. He may get a little strict (or even downright mean) if you fidget and squirm too much, and will remind you "You're only in here because I'm gracious enough to allow you to occupy both my time and space. That opportunity can be taken back at any time." Meanie :(

Pierro has a bout of initial confusion and shock, but doesn't really let it show. He'll just let you climb into his lap, giving you this stern and vaguely-disapproving look as you do so, but he won't say anything or make any move to discipline or redirect you - that's pretty much him giving you the go-ahead. He'll hardly even acknowledge you, just working around you as he does what he needs to do. If anyone happens to walk in, he'll act like you're not even there, just go about his business as usual. His resting temperature is a little cool, but not to an unpleasant degree. You may find him setting a hand on your hip or back every nod and then so that you don't tumble off as he shifts his weight around or reaches for something on his desk, but other than that it's like you don't exist at all - unless you get too wriggly or start asking questions, in which case he just lifts you off of him and sets you on your feet somewhere off to the side of the chair like a mother cat repositioning a kitten.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

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nogenderbee · 8 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖? 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖?! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hiii!!!! hru? i have a little bit specific request, hope thats ok!!!

idk if u know the translation from the song “karakuri pierrot” by miku, but basically shes gettin dumped cuz her crush left her waiting on the date and never came 😭

id like to request smth based on this song with fantasista squad, like, they forgot abt the date and then theyre like😨😨😨😨((a happy ending would be appreciated <3

sorry if its too much, if it bothers you just ignore this LMAOAAOAO😭😭😭

anyways ty and bye!🤍

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii! I'm sorry but u don't do songfics but it still sounded interesting so I just based it on your description! Hope it's alright!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

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"What the hell is wrong with this strand..."

Akito muttered to himself as he tried styling his hair a bit more elegantly. He had a date at a restaurant with you today and he prefered to look properly on it.

He was fully focused on his hair, getting a bit annoyed... he let our so many curses, even Ena came to his room and gave him instecutions just so he could shut up! But despite her tips... he had that one annoying hair strand that he couldn't get a hang of...

He finally decided to just look up some tutorials on internet, when he noticed the time... it was half an hour after the time you agreed to meet! And the amount of messages he got from you only told him how pissed you could be now...

He decided to drop his tries at calming the strand and just get to you as soon as he could, hoping that you were still there... you didn't leave this place yet, right? At least you haven't texted him about it...

He tried not to run to not sweat in his suit, so he settled on quick walk. When he arrived he noticed you getting up from a bench, clearly disappointed and about to leave, and he couldn't blame you for it...

"I'm sorry... I... I had a little problem."

He points at his hair strand as soon as he walked up to you, and you couldn't help but chuckle. He was dressed formally but that strand was ruining everything about this style!

"Hehe~ You really did. You could've asked me, I would've helped you..."

"I guess I will next time... you look beautiful, thank you for waiting for me... let's catch up, alright? My treat. And we can go to mall after it..."

You knew how much he hated going to mall, and now he didn't even said anything about not caring your bags so maybe he will? He really looked like he wasn't lying so... might as well forgive him for this one time situation, right?

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa - come get your pancakes lover!

Toya actually wasn't late, he'd be even 5 or 10 minutes early in this tempo so he walked calmly. It was when he was walking past some granny who was clearly struggling and he couldn't just walk past without caring...

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

And that's how it started... it turned out the older lady had a problem with getting 2 bags up to 4th floor, so of course he helped. And after he did that? She offered him some cookies, cup of coffee and even a small chat... she was so nice and chatty he couldn't just say he needs to go...

So thinking he has the time, he accepted it and didn't even realize it was half an hour that passed untill he looked at his phone, and finally excused himself.

"<I'm aware I'm running late, please wait just 10 more minutes for me, I'll be there soon and explain everything to you.>"

He texted you in a hurry as he picked up his peace and quickly walked towards location of your date.

When he finally arrived, he was just a little bit out of breath but quickly sat down next to you and as soon as he catched his breath, he explained everything to you.

And honestly, how can you even be mad at someone as pure as him? He just wanted to help person in need after all... sure, it's still 30 minutes delay but just this time, maybe he can be forgiven for that...

"And when I thought she finished telling me about her cat's story for past 15 minutes, it turned out she had 3 more cats..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @infernoram - come get your cookie lover!

It may be a simple date, but for Tsukasa? It was big event and he had to look dazzling! He didn't care if he was rejecting 5th outfit by now nor did he about passing time... he thought he still had time and continued looking for perfect outfit for your date!

And when he finally found it... the perfect outfit! He finally reached for his phone but froze upon seeing the time... he was 1,5 hours late already and had around 17 unread messages from you!!

"<Y'know what? Fine. I'm going home. Thanks for nothing.>"

"<I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T LEAVE YET>"

"<Too bad, I'm already home since HALF AN HOUR>"

He could feel his heart sinking and he knew all of that is his fault alone. So he got up quickly and ran straight towards your house.

After around 10 minutes since Tsukasa's text, you heard a knock on your door, so you of course went to open, just for flowers and chocolates to be showed into your face when you did.

"Please forgive me... I wanted to look my best and... I had hard time deciding..."

"You're always looking your best... you could've just came..."

"I know, I should. And I'm really sorry that I didn't! Please let me take you out on a date... this time I'll be an hour early."

He had desperate look in his eyes as he tried to convince you to give him just one last chance... but whether you give him this chance or not, is only up to you! I mean... he does assure you plenty of times to set multiple alarms next time just in case... maybe he'll indeed do better from now on?

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your future star~

Rui hummed gentle tune to himself while he was working on a robot. He was fully focused but he forgot to mute his phone... so he kept hearing notifications in the background but ignored it, thinking it's Tsukasa having spider under his bed again... and that could wait a little bit~

But when notifications became too much, he finally checked it and his face immidietly turned to pure shock and nervousness when he noticed it's his partner... and it hit him, he forgot about the date! He quickly opened your texts and rushes to respond while he got dressed.

"<We can cancel it I guess...>"

"<Nononono!! I'm coming now, I'm so sorry for making you wait! Please give me 5 more minutes, I promise to run!>"

At this point, he was panicking, he just grabbed essential things and of course little gift he prepared for you, and ran out of his house.

When he arrives, you were just sitting on a bench with head in your hands, obviously disappointed and it was obvious he hurt your feelings. Seeing that, he immidietly rushed to you and wrapped his arms around you and caressing your back.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... It won't happen again, I promise..."

He could only wrap his arms around you tighter and he tried fighting the tears himself, realization of him driving you to this point finally hitting him. But now, he'll do his best to catch up for his mistake and make this date one to remember.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @infernoram @superstar-ethereal - come get your crazy inventor~

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storywriter007 · 1 month ago

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Loved reading growing up but may I request a part 2 where Percy regrets everything he’s done like genuinely and tries to find ways to get reader back much to the surprise of AnnaBeth since she thought they had a better chance together, and reader doesn’t let him back in so easily she makes him work for it and I mean work for it

I'm Sorry, I Love You - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

author's note: heyy thank you for the request!! however, this is not a part two to growing up because i feel like it would kinda ruin the piece. i like it the way it is, and i think it is better without a part two. i hope you don't mind!! however, i am going to answer your request of reader ending things w/ percy and him trying really hard to fix it, it just will not be in correlation to growing up. i hope you enjoy this!!

warnings: mention of toxic relationship

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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requests are closed

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"y/n!" his voice called out.

y/n pretended she couldn't hear him as she continued walking.

"hey." he said, catching up to her.

she avoided eye-contact, gazing at the clear skies instead.

"hi." she said quietly, rubbing her shoulder with her hand.

"can i talk to you?" he asked, stopping in his tracks. "please?"

she was forced to stop and look at him. gods, was he beautiful. yearning sea green eyes look at her as messy raven hair shone in the sunlight.

"i have to go to sword-training." she said awkwardly. "sorry."

she quickly walked away before he could propose another time to meet.

y/n couldn't help but feel like she owed him the chance to explain himself. she'd been ignoring percy since their messy breakup. she knew deep down at the bottom of her heart that she owed him nothing, not even a sliver of time or a fraction of a thought. but that didn't stop her from wondering what he had to say to her. what words he'd left in his throat. what promises he wanted to make.

she still loved him, after all.

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percy walked back to his cabin, defeated. ever since he'd lost y/n, all he could think about was getting her back.

the worst part is that he knew he was in the wrong. he knew he was wrong when he chose annabeth over his girlfriend hundreds of times. he knew he was wrong he when he ignored all of her tries to talk about their problems. he knew he was wrong. he laid in his bed, thinking of how he could make it up to her.

he knew talking wasn't going to fix it, not yet. he had to show her he wanted her back. he had to show her he cared.

"what's up seaweed brain?" a voice asked, opening the door.

"nothing." he shrugged.

"really?" she asked. "because you missed lunch."

"i'm just thinking." he briefly explained.

"for once." she chuckled. "what's up?" sitting next to him.

"y/n." he said quietly, sitting up. "i know i really screwed up with her, but i miss her so much."

annabeth stayed quiet, half out of jealousy, and half out of the fact she was shocked that the camp-hero was still hung over some beyond average girl. y/n was cool and all, but the fact is, she wasn't enough for percy.

"she doesn't want to get back together with you, percy. she doesn't care about you anymore." annabeth reminded. "i don't know what you're missing, you guys weren't all that great together anyways."

she had a point to prove. she had to remind him that him and y/n's relationship was far from the field of flowers nostalgia had led him to believe it was.

"what do you mean by that?" he frowned.

"you know what i mean." she stated. "you're a hero. you got offered immortality for god's sake. you're full of courage, loyalty, and honesty. people love being around you and they look up to you. not to mention the fact that you're an incredible athlete, intelligent, and stupidly handsome. you were racing ahead of y/n. there was nothing you could do about it."

for once, percy didn't know how to react. annabeth had just described him as some-sort of almighty deity (which he thought was very sweet) but on the other hand, she had just said y/n wasn't enough for him.

he knew that wasn't the truth. he knew that it was his own actions that led her to feel as if she couldn't trust him. y/n being jealous just wasn't plausible. she'd always been the person to cheer him on. if anything, he owed every ounce of his success to her.

"you couldn't be more wrong." he said. "y/n, she-she's amazing. she's a hero, she's fought in these stupid battles just as much as i have. and she's someone all of the kids look up to, with good reason. she's kind, caring, and she's so selfless. in every way possible, she is better than everyone at this camp."

annabeth clenched her fists in jealousy. there was no way he was still hung up over his ex.

"what're you gonna do?" she asked, her voice monotone and flat.

"i'm gonna get her back."

"good luck." she chuckled, walking out of his cabin.

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in the dark of the night, y/n walked towards the lake. she'd gotten a note on her bed.

meet me by the lake at midnight.

she would've guessed it was percy's, but the handwriting was too neat. she assumed it was one of her friends, who needed to talk in a private space.

as she arrived to the body of water, she was surprised to see candles surrounding a picnic blanket. she inched closer to find her favorite foods spread across the surface, alongside her favorite flowers. she looked around for who this could belong to.

"do you like it?"

she turned around to see percy. he wasn't in his usual camp attire, but instead he was in a white button-up linen shirt and straight blue-jeans.

"yeah." she smiled. "thank you."

she'd accused him of not caring, but it didn't seem like it anymore.

"it was you?" she asked. "this isn't your handwriting." she said, showing him the note.

"i asked one of your friends."

"which one?"

"can't say."

"why'd you do all of this?"

"so you'd talk to me." he confessed. "y/n, i'm sorry."

she stood in the silence.

"i was the worst boyfriend ever. and i haven't stopped thinking about how much i screwed up ever since we broke up. but i haven't stopped thinking about you either. i miss you. i miss hearing your voice, i miss seeing you everyday, i miss your strawberry chapstick, i miss your laugh and your jokes, and i miss not being able to talk to you. you're the one person who's never treated me like 'percy-the-great' or 'percy-the-screw-up' but just percy. i'm sorry i took you and our relationship for granted. but i can't stand being on bad terms with you. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i promise that i'll be btter. i guarantee it, actually."

"percy, that's really really sweet. but, i-i can't just forgive you like that. you broke my heart, i can't pretend you didn't."

"i know. and i'm sorry. you must hate me, and you absolutely should."

"i don't hate you. i still love you. why do you think i avoid you so much? because every time i see you, i want to kiss you."

he eyes lit up for a brief moment.

"please y/n. i promise i'll do things right this time." he said, softly. "and even if you don't want to me to be your boyfriend again, i won't. if you don't want me to be your friend, i won't. if you want me to be nothing but a stranger, i'll be it, but i couldn't keep living pretending i'm still crazily in love with you."

she paused. she missed him too. and he'd set up this entire scheme just to tell her how he felt.

"i love you." she said softly. "i'll give you another chance. but if you go back to your old ways, even for a day, i'm gone."

a smile spread across his face. he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. she hugged him back. they'd both missed each other. he leaned in, trying to kiss her, but she quickly pushed his face away.

"you just said you want to kiss me." he whined.

"you've gotta earn it."

"fine." he smiled. "can i kiss your cheek?"

"no."

"y/nnn." he complained.

they both laughed before he kissed the top of her head.

"i love you."

"i know." she smiled.

#heroes of olympus #angst #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #fluff #angst ending in fluff #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fluff #percy x reader

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel seemed you were meant to be, but he broke your heart thinking he was doing you a favor. You're back in town and Tommy ends up inviting you to his brother's birthday party

(I don't know if this will be a series or not, but enjoy it ❤️)

Warnings: screwed up timeline (no outbreak but the story takes place nowadays, Joel's in his mid/late forties, Sarah is in her late teens/early twenties), age gap (reader is in her mid/late 20s because well, she's me), angst, hurt, breakups, broken hearts, two idiots in love, fluff

A/N: I don't know besties, this is just a very specific scenario that got stuck with me for DAYS because all I do is daydream I'm Joel's housewife and well, I had to write it down eventually because just imagining it wasn't enough I had to share. Also, this is extremely self-inserted so I'm sorry if you guys don't like it but I deserve to be happy with Joel 😭

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"So, you're breaking up with me Joel? Is that it?" You asked him, pacing the living room, trying to hold back your tears and not let the anxiety get the best of you just yet, and instead, look at the situation with a rational attitude. Joel couldn't possibly be breaking up with you, not after the time you spent together, - a short one, you had to admit, but it was enough to see you two were meant to be together. Everyone seemed to agree. His brother was nothing but nice and sweet to you, sometimes even protective of you, as if you were his sibling and not Joel, his daughter was thrilled to see her dad in a relationship after a lifetime of loneliness, even if you didn't see each other very often, only when Sarah was home from her school breaks, always making Joel the proudest dad to see her impeccable grades, a clear reflection of the scholarship she got, she was always so friendly, treating well the woman his dad loved, because she knew he deserved to be happy.

And your family? They really liked Joel too. Your parents admired him for being so hardworking and successful in his business, the way he managed to raise a daughter by himself and your grandmother simply loved Joel. She was a supporter of your relationship from the beginning, always telling you to ignore any mean comments you might get just because he was older than you or anything like that, she just loved to see how good Joel was to you, how happy he made you and what a gentleman he was whenever he visited your family, despite being nervous and blushing slightly like a young boy. And for that, your grandma always baked him cookies or cakes, just a small, sweet way to thank him for being so good to you.

So it came as a shock, when he broke up with you.

"Yes, Y/N I'm breaking up with you" he said simply and looked down, his heart clenched and he felt so upset to be letting you go, but he knew he had to, you had been offered a great job, a great opportunity, high salary and you couldn't just stay with him, living a small town housewife life, you had so much potential, you were so pretty and full of life, Joel didn't want to trap you there, you deserved better than that, you deserved to be successful and free, and not with an old guy like him, Joel didn't have the same education you did and he felt bad about it, he would never want to embarrass you because of it.

"You and I are never gonna work, we had our fun, it was nice, but you want to live your life and I've already loved through all that. I've been married and I'm not marrying you, Y/N. You want kids and I don't want any more kids, we're incompatible, can't you see that?" He said "just take your job and go live your life, think of us as an adventure and nothing else…"

You swallowed and took one step forward, grabbing his shirt and making him look at you "w-was I just an adventure to you?" You needed to know the truth, it didn't feel like just an adventure to you at least, it felt like true love, intense and real. You thought Joel was the real deal, you thought that maybe you found each other and you would stay together, of course the opportunity you received was good, but you were ready to give it all up. You'd never thought of your life together as something bad, you liked the simple, you liked the calm quiet evenings with Joel, you liked waiting for him with dinner ready after a long day of work, and all that because you loved Joel and up until then you assumed he loved you too. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his hand running through his hair as he sighed

"Yes, you were an adventure, you were a hot young girl giving me your attention and your body, I enjoyed it a lot at first, but now it's just getting old" he sighed, hating himself for breaking your heart, but he also knew that was the only way you would leave him behind and start living your life. He was lying, he would marry you, he had actually already bought a ring, a very simple one though, he wished he could buy you something better, but he had gone with the cheapest option and now he felt ashamed of it.

"Just… don't make this too hard on the two of us, leave and take the job, you will be happier that way" Joel turned his back at you and waited until he heard you slamming the door. He sighed and tried blinking back his tears, he hated to seem weak and vulnerable around whoever it was.

•••

Eight months had passed ever since you broke up with Joel, or rather Joel broke up with you. Eight months you'd left Austin behind and moved to a bigger city, got into a better-paid job and made more money. Eight months you were earning well but you were feeling miserable, because you were away from your family, your friends and the man you loved, even if he didn't love you back, even if you were nothing but an adventure to him, you still missed him everyday.

It wasn't just the sex - although that party took a heavy toll on you, as it was so intense, good and hot. You had never been fucked properly until Joel Miller fucked you, that was for sure. But you missed the everyday with him. The domesticity with him, the evenings spent together, the lazy weekends you would stay in his bed, just cuddling, sleeping, fucking and doing it all over again. You missed how his big, rough hands would hold you at night, how you would snuggle closer looking for his warmth, or how you'd play with his hair as Joel rested his head on your lap whenever he watched some cheesy action movie.

Yes, the money was good, you couldn't deny it was good being able to pay for your expenses and also save money and also spoil yourself to clothes, shoes, restaurants and anything else really, that part was great, but you would be lying if you said you wouldn't trade that for a happy life with Joel in a heartbeat; you hated to be still in love with him, he didn't deserve your love, you knew that. He had treated you just like an adventure, like an ordinary affair he could enjoy as he pleased and then discard you once he got tired of it. Still, it puzzled you how genuine he seemed, how caring and lovely he was towards you, how he actually made you believe he loved you. You felt cheated, tricked, and embarrassed to think you were so easy to fool like Joel had done to you.

One of the perks of your job, was able to take a few short trips to your hometown every couple of months, it was good to revisit your family, especially after your grandmother fell ill and you felt the need to see her as much as you could, but with those trips back to town always brought your fear of encountering Joel.

You didn't know how you'd react to seeing him again, maybe you would feel emotional? Or sad? Would your heart still beat fast? Probably a mix of those all.

You shook your head wanting to push those thoughts aside and got ready to enter the clothes store downtown when you heard someone calling your name. You knew that voice, but thought maybe you were just confused, but still, you turned around and saw as a smiley Tommy Miller walked towards you

"Y/N hey… you look great! Nice seeing you?" He was definitely the friendly brother.

"Hey Tommy, I missed you. How've you been?"

"Good.." he placed his hand on his hips - very similar to his brother - and the two of you made some small talk, catching up on things as you hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. "So listen… it's Joel's birthday today, I don't know if you remember" you nodded with a sad smile "and well, I'm throwing him a party tonight, maybe you should show up, I know he was a dick to you, but I'm sure he didn't mean it, he misses you a lot" you bit your lips and shrugged softly, and Tommy didn't need to say anything else. He just hugged you goodbye and told you again how nice it was to see you.

•••

"You did what?" Joel asked with annoyance and shock as his brother stood in his kitchen, a bottle of beer in hand as he placed the plastic bag with a few things for Joel's party that night. Tommy blew the air out of his mouth and scratched the back of his neck "what? You like her, I mean, no, you love her, Joel, so I thought you'd appreciate it if she showed up, it would be like a nice present to you after all" he shrugged simply as it made perfect sense in his mind. Joel, on the other hand, couldn't believe how stupid his brother was. How could he simply invite you as if nothing had gone on between the two of you.

"First you simply plan a party without even asking me, inviting a bunch of people I don't even know-"

"Because you have no friends…" Tommy interrupted and it made Joel's blood boil, he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath

"What I am saying is that I didn't want a party and now I will have to face a party I didn't want and possibly with the presence of a girl whose heart I broke and-"

"You broke her heart because you are a moron" Tommy shrugged again and folded his arms "you are a real big fat moron who can't see shit even if it's hanging in front of you! You love her and she loves you, and don't give me that pathetic talk about you not wanting to trap her because I know you bought her a fucking ring, Joel! A ring! And if you had proposed she'd be here, either planning the things for your wedding or you'd be already married, and don't start with the shitty baby talk either because you practically drool when you see her holding a kid, I'm sure if she asked you'd be on your second Miller kid right now!" Tommy told his brother, running out of patience at how stubborn his older brother was "so yeah, I invited Y/N and I doubt she'll come because you are a dick and you don't deserve her attention, in fact you don't even deserve this party, I was just trying to do something nice for you, so I'm sorry I'm such a terrible brother" Tommy groaned and went upstairs.

Joel didn't want to admit it, but he did spend the whole day checking his phone every five minutes to see if he'd get any messages from you. Joel was a man to receive and give phone calls, he didn't like texting, but most people insisted on doing that so he had to surrender, even his daughter would rather text than call, which Joel hated but he had to do it eventually. On your birthday, Joel spent the whole day battling if he should text you or not, on one hand he didn't want to simply pretend he had forgotten about your special day; on the other hand he didn't want to make things weird between the two of you, well, more like, more weird. What was he supposed to say?

"Hey babe, happy birthday 🎈 I know I said you were just an adventure but I miss you"

No, that'd be too awkward, so eventually he went to bed that day and ended up not texting you.

Another thing Joel didn't also want to admit was how he had showered, applied some cologne and put on the flannel shirt you always told him looked good in him before the party started. Fortunately, his argument with Tommy didn't change any of his plans and in the evening people started to arrive. Joel smiled politely, made some small talk, thanked people for the gifts but he kept glancing at the door frequently, always in hopes to see you walking in. He felt so stupid for even expecting that, so he tried focusing on his party. He saw the girls his brother had invited but didn't care about any of them; they all chatted and giggled and Joel watched it from afar as if he were an outsider at his own birthday party. Joel grabbed a beer and walked outside, sitting by the front steps and watched as the hours passed by and people eventually began leaving the party. He just enjoyed his own presence, knowing you wouldn't come, clearly you'd never come again and he had to face that, at the same time he silently thought of what his life had been like and what was left for him to do in the future, when a voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Joel?" You called him, hesitantly at first, as you swallowed and looked around, it was kind of crazy to show up at your ex's birthday party after he dumped you in a cruel way like he did, but you also felt like you had to do it, ever since Tommy had invited you, something in your heart begged and screamed for you to go see Joel even if it was the last time.

When he saw you, his eyes widened, he didn't trust them at first thinking it was just a trick of his longing imagination, but as you walked towards him, he could see you were real. And you looked gorgeous, making that fool old man's heart beat fast.

"Darlin'..." He said but you placed your index finger gently against his lips, the way his beard tickled you brought a warmth within and you felt like you could melt at that moment.

"I'm here just to wish you a happy birthday" you said with a sad smile and handed him a bag. Joel frowned softly, clueless to what it was but a soft smile appeared on his face as he saw it was his watch. He had forgotten about it as it had been so long since the last time he saw it.

"Remember your watch stopped working after we jumped in the pool on the last fourth of July we spent together? I had it fixed but then we bro-" you interrupted yourself "anyway, I know it's been a while but it's yours"

"Thank you darlin' I don't even know what to say… it's already a gift you're here tonight" Joel could swear he was blushing and that embarrassed him, he was a grown man and shouldn't be acting like that, but still, there he was.

"Did you get the cake?" You questioned him curiously and only then Joel noticed you had a second bag in hands

"I forgot" he rubbed the back of his neck and you laughed softly, that was just so Joel it felt kind of stupid.

"So this is yours too…" you offered him the second to which he grabbed it even more puzzled. Two presents? Joel Miller was a simple man, and quite shy, he didn't know how to act properly when he was given gifts, let alone two in a row and especially when it came from you.

It was his turn to laugh when he found a box with cupcakes inside. He raised his eyes from them and smiled at you, taking you by the hand with no warning and sitting you next to him, on the front step.

He helped himself to one and insisted for you to take another, and even if you should have just wished him a happy birthday and driven back home, you obliged and took a small bite of yours, and that cupcake was indeed really good.

After the cupcakes were long gone, you and Joel still caught up on everything: he told you about his job and you told him about yours; you asked him about Sarah and he asked you about your grandmother's health, just random, ordinary things like it should be between two people who once knew everything about each other and now spent long enough apart to step on eggshells around each other. Though the party had pretty much ended, Tommy's playlist was still at full steam inside the house and when Joel recognized that guitar strumming he smiled, the lyrics coming back to him as it took him back to one of his favorite moments with you.

"Listen, it's our song"

"What?" You frowned softly "our song? What do you mean?" You questioned curiously not exactly knowing where he wanted to get.

"Californication, it's our song" he blushed softly and felt upset to see that maybe you didn't remember the summer night you spent listening to music sitting in the back of his truck, and how you two sang it together. Maybe that wasn't as special to you as it was to him, but at that night he'd felt so young, so full of life and hope. You finally nodded and closed your eyes, listening to it and thinking of the same sweet memory you and Joel shared.

"I just didn't know it was our song, Joel" you said amused and he shrugged, getting to his favorite part of the song and taking your hand in his, your eyes locked as his lips moved

"Marry me girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation"

He sang along, even if it wasn't a romantic song, that part was for you, it had always been for you. When he saw you sing that specific part of the song for the first time he knew he wanted to marry you, he wanted you to be his fairy to his world and be his very own constellation. It was cheesy, but he didn't care, he was just in love at the time, and he continued so.

You blushed and looked down, knowing it was time to go, but before you could get up, he squeezed your hand gently

"Do you want to get inside?" His eyes were full of hope, maybe and just maybe you could say yes and you could maybe pick up from where you left off but you shook your head "I'm sorry, I have to go Joel" you got up and ignored his sad eyes, even if they were your weakness, you two were finished and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Joel?" You called one last time and he got up, walking to you, still hopeful you'd give him any crumble of affection.

"Yeah?" His voice was a soft purr, the anticipation burning bright inside of him

"Happy birthday" you said and went to your car, leaving him standing there, his mind full of might-have-beens and his heart breaking as it did every time you walked away from him.

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A/N: don't yell at me besties, i've had this idea of joel being sure he would want to marry reader (me/us) while listening to this part of the song and Californication is a very delicate subject as I sang this song in a karaoke session at the mall yesterday in front of hundreds of people and I was so nervous at first but then I relaxed and had such a great time and it was amazing 😭 I know it's not a romantic song but I want those lyrics to be about joel and his beautiful wife 😭 I hope you've liked it besties ❤️

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bellaireland1981 · 1 year ago

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Special Delivery for the Birthday Boy

Summary: You enlist Phoenix’s help to surprise your husband on his birthday. You’d been living on opposite coasts since he’d been called back to Top Gun and you were ready to reunite with him just in time to celebrate his birthday. An added bonus is you also get to surprise the rest of the Daggers who have no clue that Bradley is married.

Word Count: 3.9K

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of birthday sex but no actual smut, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: I do not own TGM characters, I DO NOT give permission to anyone to repost, copy or translate my work to any other platform or website. Don’t steal my work... it’s not cool. AS always thank you to @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls for letting me bounce ideas off them and encouraging me!! Reblogs and comments always appreciated!

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Side note: Meant to get this posted yesterday but wanted to redo a few things on it...still not 100% sure I love how it turned out but...here you go!

YOU: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! I LOVE YOU! I’ll be in interviews all day but I’ll FaceTime you tonight. Fly Safe! 💋

HUBBY: Thank you, Dove. I miss you so much 🙁 Wish you were here. Love you 💗

“Are you sure he doesn’t know I’m coming?” You asked, putting your suitcase into the back and climbing into the passenger seat. “Thanks again for coming to get me!”

“Y/N, I promise, he’s absolutely clueless.” Phoenix assured you, smiling. “He’s been moping around all day because he can’t get a hold of you. And you’re welcome! I can’t wait to see his face!”

“I can’t wait to see his face either… I miss that face.” You said, leaning back in the seat. “I’ll be so happy when we’re living on the same damn coast again.”

“When will that be?” She asked, merging into the traffic leaving the San Diego International Airport. “Rooster mentioned you had some loose ends to tie up out East.”

“That’s part of his birthday present.” You said beaming, “I actually just accepted a teaching position for the fall. I had an interview over Zoom yesterday. Bradley thinks I’m in interviews all day today.”

“Y/N that’s awesome!” Phoenix exclaimed, “He’ll be so damn excited.”

“I’m excited.” You laughed, “I’ve had enough of being across the country from my husband. Especially after the last mission. How are things really going with him and Maverick?”

“Honestly?” She said, “Much better than when we got back to Top Gun. They’ve talked and are actively trying. It’s been really good for Rooster.”

“Good.” You replied, “I’ve been trying to get him to reach out for a few years. He just wasn’t ready. I’m glad he got this chance. It’ll be interesting to meet the man.”

“He’s a good guy.” She said, “Bob and I are the only ones that know about you, by the way.”

“I figured.” You laughed. “I’m kind of looking forward to that bombshell being dropped too. From everything I’ve heard about everyone, the reactions should be priceless. I’m especially looking forward to Hangman’s reaction.”

“Oh, this will be absolutely priceless.” Phoenix laughed, “For as much shit as he gives Rooster for never hitting on women at the Hard Deck and not having any game… he’s going to have to eat his words. He’ll most likely hit on you though if he meets you before knowing you’re married to Rooster.”

“Are things better between them though?” You asked, “I know Hangman wasn’t Bradley’s favorite person… and they’ve butted heads in the past. When it counted though, that man came through for my husband and it’s a debt I’ll never be able to repay.”

“They’ve formed a tentative friendship.” She said, “It’s new… but there is a strong mutual respect between them. They’ve flown better together in training since the mission…have become a pretty damn good team actually.”

“It makes me feel better knowing he’s got the best pilots in the Navy flying with him.” You said, “I always felt safer when I knew he was deployed with you.”

“Just because you know I’ll keep his ass out of trouble.” She laughed. “I get it though. You have to trust your wingman. This last mission showed us that we can really all trust one another to come through for each other.”

She pulled into the driveway of her apartment complex parking her car and the two of you got out. You grabbed your suitcase from the back and followed her up to her apartment.

“Ok I just need like a half hour to shower and get ready!” You said, “Then I’ll be ready to go!”

“Take your time.” She laughed, “I’ll grab a towel for you. While you shower, I’ll text the group. Jake is actually in charge of getting Bradley to the Hard Deck for birthday drinks.”

You opened your suitcase, pulling out a sundress you’d left on top for easy access. It was one of Bradley’s favorites on you so you made sure to pack it. You grabbed the strapless bra and matching lace panties you’d bought to wear with the dress and headed to the shower. You tied your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and quickly jumped into the shower.

True to your word, thirty minutes later you were dressed and ready to go. You’d left your hair down, opted for light makeup and only wore a necklace Bradley had given you for your anniversary (a Dove pendant on a dainty silver chain). You slipped your feet into wedge sandals and grabbed your purse and the small gift bag with Bradley’s other birthday present in it and headed out to the living room where Phoenix was waiting.

“Ready!” You said, excited to finally be headed out to see your husband.

“Jake said he’s having a hard time getting Rooster to go to the bar. He asked him after work and he said he was just going to go home.” Phoenix said. “I can drop you off at the Hard Deck then go to the house and drag his ass out. He’ll listen to me.”

“Hold on.” You said, “He’s probably waiting for me to FaceTime him and doesn't want to miss that call… SHIT! He’ll recognize your apartment…. Ok…. no problem.. I’ve got this.”

You brought your husband’s name up on your phone, hitting the call button.

“Baby you said FaceTime.” Bradley complained, answering the phone on the second ring. “Where’s your beautiful face?”

“I know, Sweetie,” You replied, sighing, “I promise I’ll FaceTime you later tonight. I messed up the time difference and I got a call from another school to interview with. I just really want to find a job out there so I can get to you. How about you go get a birthday drink with Nix and then by the time you get home I’ll be free and we can FaceTime.”

“It’s OK, Dove.” He said, “Good luck in the interview, Baby. They’ll all want you and you’ll have your pick of jobs. I just miss you so damn much. I want to be able to come home to you at night. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” You said, your heart breaking at how sad he sounded, even knowing you were about to make him so happy. “I’ll be home there with you before you even know it and you’ll be coming home to me every single night. Promise you’ll go get a drink with your friends? Celebrate your birthday?”

“I promise.” He said, “I’ll talk to you later, Baby. Good Luck.”

“Thank you, Sweetie.” You replied, “I love you so so much.”

“Love you too.” He replied.

After hanging up you had Phoenix text the group chat again to let everyone know that drinks were happening at the Hard Deck in thirty minutes for Bradshaw’s birthday. Then she texted Bradley and let him know she wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer.

PHOENIX: Bradshaw, your ass better be at the Hard Deck in 30 minutes or I’ll be at your house to drag your ass out myself. 😡

ROOSTER: My wife already texted you? Lol 😂 I’m changing out of my flight suit now. Be there in 30.

“Alright, he’s changing now!” Phoenix said, smiling, “Let’s get you to your husband!”

You pulled your suitcase back down to her car, throwing it into the back again to be transferred to your husband’s Bronco once you were at the Hard Deck. Knowing you were going to be seeing him in 30 minutes caused excitement to flood your system. You’d been married for three years, together for five and gone through much longer deployments and separations that the one you’d just been through, but never before had he flown such a dangerous mission where it had been pretty much assumed someone wasn’t coming home.

“Not long now!” Phoenix said, smiling over at you, knowing where your head was going. “An added bonus to this new assignment is the deployments won’t be as often or as long. We will actually be getting to do more instructing of the new classes of Top Gun students in between missions. You won’t have to worry about long separations anymore.”

“I’ve done ok as long as I didn’t let myself think about it too much.” You said, “The minute I let myself think about how close he came to not coming home… I lose it.”

“You’ll feel much better once you see him and have him back in your arms.” She promised, “I know he’ll feel better once he’s got you in his arms too.”

“You’re right.” You said. “Just need him in my arms.”

She pulled into the parking lot of the bar a short time later and you made your way inside.

“Looks like everyone except Rooster is here.” Phoenix said, spotting everyone in their regular corner of the bar when they walked in. “Let’s go grab drinks from the bar and kill time until he gets here. I want him to be the one to introduce you.”

You followed her to the bar, sitting in one of the free seats.

“Hey, Phoenix.” Penny said, coming over, “What can I get for you two?”

“Hey, Penny.” She replied, “I’ll take a beer, Y/N?”

“Just a Ginger Ale or Sprite if you have it?” You asked, smiling. “I’m going to be DD tonight for my husband.”

“One of these aviators belong to you?” Penny asked, grabbing the beer for Phoenix and filling a glass with ice and pouring the amber soda for you.

“He’s not here yet.” You replied, smiling. “But yeah, I have to take claim for an aviator.”

“Penny, do you know if Mav is coming tonight?” Phoenix asked, winking at you. “Figured he might pop in for Rooster’s birthday.”

“I think he said he’s stopping in.” She replied, “I’m so glad those two are finally talking!”

“You and me both!” Phoenix replied, taking a drink of her beer.

“Phoenix, why are you sitting over here keeping your beautiful friend here from joining us?” A smooth voice sounded behind you both. You turned and smirked, knowing exactly who was standing behind you.

“Bagman, you’re not allowed to harass my friend.” Phoenix said, rolling her eyes. “She is definitely not your type.”

“I’m Hangman.” He said, flashing a megawatt smile, complete with dimples. You were sure that smile landed him plenty of ladies. You had to bite back a laugh when you glanced over at Phoenix who was rolling her eyes. “Or Jake, whichever you prefer.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Hangman.” You replied, glancing behind him as the door opened and a very familiar mustached aviator walked in wearing one of his million Hawaiian shirts. Thankfully he hadn’t seen you yet so you still had the element of surprise. “Phoenix is right though, you’re not my type. I only give my heart to 6 '1”, brown eyed,curly haired, aviators with mustaches and a penchant for Hawaiian shirts.”

“Oddly specific…” He said, confused, but turning to see where your eyes had landed. You hopped off the seat and moved past him, straight into Bradley’s line of sight.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” You called, catching his attention. His head shot up, his eyes locking in on you immediately, a shocked smile stretching across his face. “Surprise, Baby! Happy Birthday!”

“Dove!” He exclaimed, finally snapping out of his shock. He closed the distance between you two quickly, meeting him in the middle, and scooped you up into his arms. Your legs wrapped around him so he was holding you koala style, your lips locking against his own in a passionate kiss, neither of you caring that you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so damn much, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re really here!”

“Forgive me for not FaceTiming now?” You asked, laughing “I was at Phoenix’s apartment when I called.”

“You’re a little minx.” He laughed. “I forgive you baby.”

“Bradshaw!” Jake said, “Care you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Give me a minute, Hangman.” Bradley replied, setting you down, but not letting you go. “I haven’t seen my wife in a couple of months. Let me say ‘hello’.”

“WIFE?” Jake exclaimed, “Phoenix, you know about this?”

“Yup.” She smirked, leading Jake away from you and Bradley. “Give them a minute. They’ll join us shortly.”

You were still wrapped in Bradley’s arms and you finally felt like you were home.

“I can’t believe you’re really here, Dove.” He said, resting his forehead against your own. “You look so beautiful, Baby.”

“I’m really here, my love.” You promised, kissing him softly. “It’s so good to see your face and kiss you and to be in your arms. I love you so much. From now on, I will go where you go whenever humanly possible.”

“I love you too, Beautiful.” He replied, “I’m hoping this will be our permanent home base. How close are we to being a one coast family?”

“Actually, how likely is it that you can get leave to help me pack up our Virginia house?” You asked.

“Pretty likely.” He smiled, “Do you have a timeline?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” You said, “I accepted a job out here for the fall, officially resigned at the district in Virginia Beach and cleared out my classroom two days ago.”

“FUCK YES!” He exclaimed, picking you up and swinging you around, “I’ll put in for leave tomorrow. As soon as it’s granted we’ll book a flight back and pack it all up and list the house.”

“Bradshaws!” Jake yelled, “Join the party!”

“We’re being paged.” You laughed, “Come on, Baby. Introduce me to your friends.”

You and Bradley walked over to the corner where everyone had congregated and introductions were made.

“Everyone, this is my wife Y/N.” Bradley said, happy to finally get to introduce you to everyone, “Baby, this is the squad. You’ve met Hangman. That’s Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and you already know Bob.”

“Hey Y/N” Bob said, coming over to hug you, “It’s good to see you again!”

“Hi, Bob!” You replied smiling, hugging him back, “It’s so good to see you too!” Then looking at the rest of the group you smiled and said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you all. Bradley’s told me all about you guys.”

“Wait a damn minute!” Jake said, turning to glare and Bradley, “Phoenix and Bob BOTH knew you had a wife? What the HELL, Rooster? I saved your life and I don’t get to be in the cool kids club knowing you have a WIFE? I thought we were friends, man.”

“Jake…”Bradley said, unsure what to say, “Come on man, it’s not like that…we are friends…”

You look over at Jake who’s doing all that he can to not smile, enjoying the fact that Bradley has no idea what to say.

“Baby, he’s playing you.” You told your husband, winking at Jake. “Jake, stop bullying my husband. It’s his birthday. Play nicely and you come over for home cooked meals.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied, smiling, “Sorry, Rooster. Couldn’t resist. Congrats on the beautiful wife. She’s a firecracker. Definitely keep her.”

“I plan on it, Hangman.” Bradley said, shaking his head at the blonde aviator.

The night continues with the group playing pool, swapping stories, drinking and you filling them in on how you and Bradley met and ended up married. Eventually, Phoenix made her way to the Jukebox and pulled the plug, silencing the music, causing your husband to chuckle. There was a mixed reaction from the bar to the music being cut. Some booed, upset that whatever had been playing was cut off mid song, the rest cheered, clearly knowing something was about to happen.

“That’s my cue, Baby.” Bradley said, tapping your leg to signal he needed up. You stood up to let him get off the chair, but before you could sit back down, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him to an upright piano.

“They clearly know your party trick.” You teased, “Come on birthday boy, serenade your fans.” Bradley sat down on the bench, pulling you down next to him. His fingers moved over the keys, playing a random melody before launching into the familiar intro chords to Great Balls of Fire. You knew he could play a million other songs, but this one in particular held the most meaning to him as it was the one his dad had played and sang when he was little before he died.

You could tell Bradley had done this before here because everyone crowded around and were singing along with him while he played. You joined in, belting out the song alongside your husband. KISS ME BABY.. (you leaned in to kiss him quickly) OOOOO THAT FEELS GOOD, HOLD ME BABY….. WELL, I’LL STILL HOLD YOU LIKE A LOVER SHOULD….. YOU’RE FINE…. SO KIND… I GOT TO TELL THIS WORLD THAT YOU’RE MINE MINE MINE MINE!

When the song finished the bar erupted into loud cheers and chants yelling “ROOSTER”. You loved seeing your husband in his element like this. You quickly took advantage of being in front of the piano and scooted your husbands fingers off the keys, replacing them with your own and started to play Happy Birthday. You were happy when everyone around you immediately joined in and soon the entire bar was signing to your husband.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy BIRTHDAY dear ROOSTER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”

“Make a wish, Baby”! You said, turning towards him.

“All my wishes have come true.” He replied, leaning in to kiss you.

“Hey Rooster,” Phoenix said, gently, not wanting to interrupt the moment. “Mav’s at the bar.”

“Ready to meet my Godfather?” He asked you.

“Definitely ready.” You replied. “Then I’ve got the rest of your birthday present.”

“Baby!” He exclaimed, “You’re here, you’re MOVING here, YOU are my present.”

“Ok, well, there’s more.” You shrugged laughing. “Introduce me to Mav.”

Bradley took your hand and led you to the bar where Mav was sitting sipping a beer. He looked up as you both approached and smiled, standing up.

“Happy Birthday, Kid.” Mav said, hugging Bradley tightly.

“Thanks, Mav.” He replied, hugging him back. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

You stepped closer, smiling softly. You were nervous to meet the man that meant so much to Bradley and who had been like a father to him growing up before everything had exploded. You wanted to help your husband to build that relationship back up, knowing how important it was to have family. Your own parents adored Bradley and had immediately welcomed him into the family when you’d brought him home the first time.

“This is my wife, Y/N.” He said, his arm around your waist, “Baby, this Mav. He helped my mom raise me after my dad died.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Mav said, his voice thick with emotion.

“It’s great to finally meet you too.” You replied, smiling, stepping forward to pull him into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“For the record, Y/N’s been trying to get me to reach out for a couple of years now.” Bradley admitted. “I’m just bullheaded.”

“At least he admits it.” You laughed. “We’d love to have you over for dinner though, Mav. I’d really love to get to know you.”

“I would love that, Y/N.” He replied, “I’d love to get to know the one making my Godson so happy.”

“He’s easy to love.” You said, looking over your shoulder at your husband. “He makes me pretty damn happy too.”

“I think I’m going to steal my wife now and take her home.” Bradley said, “She just flew in today and is still on East Coast time.”

“Sounds good.” Mav said, “Enjoy the rest of your birthday, Kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” He replied, smiling, “See you tomorrow.”

After saying goodbye to the rest of the squad, you were finally able to escape out to the Bronco. Phoenix had already transferred your suitcase while you were inside.

“Do you need me to drive?” You asked, you hadn’t kept track of your husband’s drinks tonight.

“Nope. I’m good.” He said, smiling, opening the passenger door for you,“Only had 2 beers earlier, nothing since. Hop in, Dove.”

You leaned back in the seat, enjoying the air coming in from the open windows as Bradley drove you both home. He had found an apartment not far from base that did short term leases when he’d come back to San Diego for the mission. Now that you knew it would be permanent the two of you could start to look for a house together. You made a mental note to start looking at listings tomorrow while he was at work.

The apartment wasn’t too far from The Hard Deck either, so before long, Bradley was pulling the Bronco into the parking space and shutting it off. He came around to open your door for you before pulling your suitcase from the back of the Bronco.

“Ready to see our temporary home in person?” He asked

“More than ready.” You said, “Especially the bed… I really wanna see the bed.”

“I can’t wait to get you into bed either, Baby.” He smirked, “Birthday sex is the best.”

“Lead the way, Stud.” You winked, “I still have another birthday surprise for you.”

“Is it under your dress?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you to the front door, unlocking it and ushering you inside.

“It is…” You replied, “But I need something from my suitcase first.” You unzipped the suitcase and pulled out the small gift bag inside before handing it to Bradley. “Happy Birthday, Baby.”

He smiled, reaching to take the bag, leaning down to kiss you as he did, “Thank you, Dove.”

He opened the bag, taking out the tissue paper, and pulling out two onesies. Holding them up, you could see the moment it registered in his head what he was looking at. His eyes filled with tears as he read each one.

“Future Aviator, just like my Daddy,” He read, before holding up the other one to read, “Daddy’s Wingman”

He looked up at you, “Baby, you’re….we’re…really?” He was too choked up to get the words out. You smiled, tears of your own spilling over and running down your cheeks.

“Yes” You whispered, unable to get your own voice to work. He carefully set the onesies in the bag and pulled you into his arms, your own going around his neck. His lips connected with yours in a deep kiss, desperate to convey all of his love and feelings to you in that moment.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispered, when you’d both pulled back to breathe. “How far along?”

“I just hit 11 weeks.” You said, then reached for your purse to pull out the sonogram photo you had safely tucked inside, “And actually… let’s go sit on the couch and I’ll show you the sonogram…”

He took your hand leading you to the couch, sitting down with you tucked into his side. You handed him the envelope with the copies of the sonogram from the doctor. He carefully opened it up, pulling them out to look.

“Dove…” He said, shock once again covering his face “Are you serious right now?”

“Surprise!” You chuckled, “Turns out you're top 1% in more than just flying, Baby.”

“We’re having twins.” He smiled, looking at the sonogram, “I’m gonna be a daddy.”

“You’re gonna be the best daddy.” You confirmed, “Happy Birthday, Bradley.”

“This has been the best birthday ever, Dove.” He replied, leaning over to kiss you. “Thank you for making all of my wishes come true.”

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