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Angel baby, don't do that to me," He pleads weakly, eyes red-rimmed and voice shaking, "Y'can't- y'can't go around tellin' me you've got trouble sleepin when I'm not here, that- that just makes me sad."

PLEASE

How about Tyler Owen's x scaredy cat where he catches her spraying his cologne on his pillows and one of his shirts because sometimes it's really hard to sleep without him next to her.

Pillow Talk - Tyler Owens x Reader

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You'd hoped that the cologne in the air would dissipate by the time Tyler returned from loading up the car. He'd left only his toiletry bag behind, which had worked perfectly seeing as his cologne was tucked gently inside for you to scavenge for. You only used a few sprays, but they're strong and the scent is still thick and heavy in the air when he returns to collect his last few items.

"The wind's startin' up out there," He grins, thrilled that his current target is only a few hours' drive instead of across states, "I think this one's gonna be at least-" His nose wrinkles, and despite nodding coyly throughout his speech, he sees through your attempts to be nonchalant.

"'S that my cologne, darlin'?"

You cock your head to the side but he doesn't drop it, "I didn't bother puttin' any on today; don't need to smell good for Boone. Did you spray it, sweet thing?"

Your tongue wants to lie but your brain doesn't supply anything fast enough, so you're left with an awkward silence before conceding and nodding sheepishly.

"I didn't- I wasn't trying to waste it, I- I know it's expensive, but I just- it's for your pillow, because I, well, sometimes it's really hard for me to sleep when you're gone so I thought that maybe if your pillow smelled like your cologne then I could hug it and it wouldn't be so hard for me to fall asleep."

Tyler does an excellent job of listening along despite the second half of your ramblings being strung together into one almighty word-vomit. You cut him some slack when it takes him a moment to process, but he's surging forwards in no time, hurriedly but gently gathering you into his arms and tucking you snugly into his chest.

"Oh, darlin'." He murmurs, voice a hair thicker than normal as his large hand cups the back of your head and presses your face further into his chest. If he hadn't been hugging you you'd have assumed the worst of his silence, but you hear a deep inhale before he pulls away from the hug and takes you by the shoulders instead.

"Angel baby, don't do that to me," He pleads weakly, eyes red-rimmed and voice shaking, "Y'can't- y'can't go around tellin' me you've got trouble sleepin when I'm not here, that- that just makes me sad."

"Don't be sad," You hum, tears pricking at your own eyes at the sight of his, "It's- I just got used to being with you, that's all. I'll just take melatonin, or- or I'll lay off the coffee after lunch, or-"

"No, just-" He sniffles, aggressive like he's angry at his nose for running, groaning and squeezing your shoulders, "Use my cologne, baby, and I'll leave you one of my sweatshirts, and when you start gettin' sleepy tonight, you call me and I'll tell you all about Boone and Lily and Dani and Dexter, and- and all the crazy shit they say, and it'll be just like we're in bed together and I'm talkin' your ear off."

He finishes with a wobbly smile, one that's perfectly mirrored on your own face as you let out a soft, gentle sob. He's eager to pull you back into his arms and his large hands rub soothingly up and down your back.

"There we go, that's it," He croons, squeezing you tightly while you sniffle into his chest, "Poor baby, I'll be back soon. Shouldn't be longer than a day. I- I might even make it back tonight, who knows?"

"Don't rush," You mumble pitifully into his chest, "I don't want you driving all night through with no sleep, especially after a tornado. Just- just get home safe, okay? Not quick."

"Alright. Alright," He agrees, stroking once more down your back, "I won't drive through, but," He pulls away once more to stare down his nose at you, a stern expression on his face that typically isn't there when he's gazing at you. His hands hold your face in place, locking you into his scrutiny, "You can't stop me from calling you from the motel and talking you to sleep."

"Okay," You laugh, a thick, wet, pathetic sound that's mottled with the remnants of tears that Tyler wipes off of your cheeks, "Maybe- maybe around ten tonight?"

"It's a date," He grins, his hands gently shifting your face upwards so that he can crane down and kiss you, "What should I wear?"

"Something real sexy," You muse, barely able to fight a grin off of your face, "Maybe a thong?"

"I don't think Dexter would appreciate that, darlin'." Tyler laughs, your shared tears long forgotten, "If we're gettin' a motel tonight it's our turn to room together."

You bask in Tyler's laughter until it fades, the way he's still holding you close to his chest producing the same contentment. Finally you hum, "Thanks for letting me use your cologne, baby."

"Anytime." He vows, pecking a kiss against your forehead, "Don't be shy now, askin' for stuff like that. I'll do whatever I can to help you, darlin'."

You find yourself unable to speak, too overwhelmed by a mix of bashfulness and adoration. You sink into his arms instead, and he presses yet another kiss to your head, seemingly on a mission to cover your entire face before he leaves.

"And hey," He hums, the words thrumming against your nose where you nestle into his chest, "If all else fails, I'll bring home a thong for tomorrow night- we'll go so hard you'll sleep through next week."

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The Most Comfortable Seat

a Rafe Cameron x F!Reader drabble

warning: a bit suggestive, rate T, nothing really. just pure fluff

"The room's full," you rolled your eyes. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce had asked you to have a conversation with them regarding Sarah and her attachment with the Pogues.

"There's no such thing," Rafe threw you a smirk and grabbed your arm. He wrapped his strong, sturdy hands around your waist and pulled you down. And you fell onto his lap.

"Rafe!" you giggled, unable to release yourself from his embrace. He laughed, ran his left hand to your ass and squished it softly. You slapped his right hand jokingly.

Rafe adjusted his position, something felt a bit tight down there. He pulled you closer, his right hand went up just right under your breast. He traced your lower breast with his thumb, and you smacked his hand.

"Can't you be serious for once?!" you growled at him, suppressing a smile. Rafe smirked.

"Hey, watch your mouth, Young Lady."

"And he's gone just like that," Topper sighed. He knew for sure that Rafe wouldn't be able to focus on the current matter with you sitting on his lap.

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You rarely had a night by yourselves most days.

Majority of them, you were either hanging out with Rafe, yours or his place, didn’t really make a difference, or you were out with your friends.

This Saturday night, you were by yourself, a rare occasion.

Rafe and Sarah were in Charleston with their family for some charity that Rose was a part of. When Rafe first invited you to come, you declined, saying you’d rather stay home and hang with your friends or something (he was huffing and puffing about it for hours afterwards, until you made it up to him). When the weekend came around, you realized that all of your friends seemed to be busy: Cleo and Pope were driving out to fish with his parents and made a whole weekend out of it, John B and JJ went to Hatteras island for some surfing competition and Kie had to help her parents at the Wreck because they were hosting an event.

John B and JJ had invited you to tag along, but you a: you weren’t a good enough of a surfer to participate in the competition and b: you didn’t want to sit at the beach by yourself while the boys were in the water. You had half a mind to take up Rafe for the invitation to the charity but it was extremely last minute and you didn’t have anything to wear so you scratched that idea and came to terms with spending your Saturday night by yourself.

Since the event at the Wreck didn’t start until 7, you spent the day hanging out there with Kie, snacking on some fries, drinking your weight in iced tea and texting Rafe until you had to leave to let Kie prep for the event.

you: i’m actually so bored, i’m starting to regret not coming with you 😞

rafe❤️: told you to come, didn’t i?

rafe❤️: shows that you should always listen to me.

you: pfff, please, that is not the moral of the story.

you: maybe i’ll just go to a party 🤪

rafe❤️: funny.

You tossed your phone on the couch and ran your hand through your air, sighing in frustration. As you reached for your phone again for mindless scrolling, your eye caught onto your nails, and you paused. You hadn’t done your nails in a while, mostly because you were so busy. But now would be the perfect opportunity. So you got all your nail polishes and tools out of your closet and started on prep.

About four hours later you still weren’t done. You spent the first hour on looking for inspiration on Pinterest and then the next half hour booting up Netflix so you had something to watch while you were doing your nails. Your iced coke was chilling on the table, the UV lamp curing the last layer of polish on your right hand before you could finish with top coat. Your phone was long dead, but you were too lazy to get up from the table to plug it in, your back killing you from sitting hunched over your table for so long. Yawning, you put on the top coat on your last nail before sticking your hand under the lamp, ready to fall go to bed right after you were done. Now you remembered why you hadn’t done your nails for a while. After you were finished, you packed all the things away, plugged your phone into the charger and passed out in bed.

You woke up with a start, disoriented for a second. It felt like you’d been asleep for barely an hour, but you were unsure what woke you from the slumber, when the door bell rang again.

“What the hell,” you muttered to yourself, throwing a sweater over before you padded downstairs, hearing that the person at the door has begun to knock excessively.

“Jesus Christ, I’ll be right there!” you called, hurrying down the stairs. You glanced through the window, trying to see what psycho was ringing on your doorbell in the middle of the night, just to see Rafe standing in front of the door, clearly upset.

You opened the door, barely getting a word in before he rushed inside, grabbing your arms.

“Rafe, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked hotly, staring at you before looking you up and down. “Who have you been with? Why the fuck didn’t you text me back?”

You were starting to get anxious from his behavior and you cupped his face. “Rafe, stop. Breathe. What happened?”

Rafe took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a second.

“You haven’t replied to a text since like before eight, and your last message was about going to a party. I thought something had happened,” he gritted out. “No one was able to reach you and my calls weren’t getting through to you.”

You exhaled deeply. “God, I thought something happened to Sarah. I’m fine, babe. I was doing my nails and my phone died,” you explained, lifting your hand to show off your nails. Rafe looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

“Pretty,” he grunted, before wrapping his arms around you. “Never do that again.”

As you hugged him, you could feel the tension bleed out from his limbs and you couldn’t help but smile into his shirt.

“You’re crazy, Rafe. As if I would ever go to a party by myself,” you huffed, pulling away to look up at him. “How did you even get here so fast? I thought you guys were supposed to spend the night in Charleston.”

Rafe clenched his jaw. “I took the boat. Ward is super pissed off because I left them stranded.”

You bit back a laugh, only shaking your head at your boyfriend.

“You’re such a worrier, I was asleep.”

“Yeah, well, how the fuck was I supposed to know that?” he muttered, pulling you back into his arms.

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author's note: quick lil drabble bc i thought of how unreachable i am when doing my nails

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omg i love ur Rafe works !!!

i was wondering if you'd be open to doing a ‘hands tangles in the same pocket’ with rafe from the valentine's prompts

NO I LOVE YOU BUDDY😭

thank you for this sweet request. WHY is it so cute!!!! hands tangled in the same pocket??? SHUT UP! you prolly imagined this so differently but this is where my mind took me🥴hope you like it regardless!! smooches

prompt: hands tangled in the same pocket from the valentines “i love you” prompts

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You were notorious for your cold hands. It even happened in the summer, not that often, that you’d get concerned. In the winter, though? As soon as the temperatures hit the 50’s it was over for you. Hoodies, large sweat pants, it didn’t matter what you wore as long as it had big pockets you could stuff your hands in, in an attempt to warm them up.

It was a running gag that you’d clasp your hands around your friends’ neck, when they complained that it was too hot. JJ especially always liked to jump about five feet into the air, slapping your hands away.

“Put those ice blocks away,” he’d say, which only made you chase him around the house.

When you started dating Rafe, that didn’t really change. Except it kind of did. Rafe was the kind of person who always ran hot. Always. Especially at night, when you woke up with him plastered to your back, because he always insisted to cling to you.

During the day, you didn’t really mind. You appreciated it, really. When your hands were feeling too cold, you liked to lace your hands with his, giving him a big goofy smile. Most of the times, he only rolled his eyes, but kissed you on the head, giving your hands a squeeze.

When you were drunk, and a little bolder with the PDA, you’d sneak up on Rafe while he was just sitting, and slip your hands down the front of his shirt, pressing your palms against his bare chest. He always curled a hand around your wrist, turning his head, amused.

“You alright there, baby?”

“Yup.”

You never outright told him that you had cold hands all the time, so you didn’t assume that he knew about it. But how wrong you were.

Your friends had decided to take the boat out to sea, just spending a few hours of the day drinking and swimming, which was honestly not the best combination? Anyways, Rafe had offered to drive his boat out, setting anchor near near the cliffside. When the sun begun to set, you had dried yourself up, throwing one of Rafe’s old buttoned ups on, curling up on the seats, while your friends were still cajoling in the water.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to emerge from the cabin, drink in hand.

“Enough of the water already?” he asked, teasing you and you nodded, pulling your knees close to your chest.

“You cold?”

“Hm. It’s okay,” you replied, leaning against him when he sat down next to you. Rafe placed his glass on the floor carefully, reaching for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“The Pogues okay down there or should I make sure that they don’t drown like rats?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m a Pogue,” you pointed out, but Rafe only shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re my Pogue,” he pointed out, kissing the back of your hand, before slipping your hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt.

Biting back a retort, you watched him, knitting your eyebrows together.

“What are you doing?”

You wriggled your hand in his, your fingertips slowly warming up and Rafe only gave you a quick squeeze.

“You’re gon’ warm up in no time.”

When your friends finally returned to the boat, they found you curled up next to Rafe, hand in his sweatshirt pocket. JJ only fake-retched, quickly stealing Rafe’s drink. As he took a sip, he narrowed his eyes at you, pulling a face.

“I’m glad she has you as a space heater now, Kook.”

“Shut up, JJ.”

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rafe cutting up fruit in the kitchen from the valentine's day i love you prompts??

prompt: shoulders hunched over a chopping board, carefully dissecting fruit to deliver it to you in a bowl from the valentines "i love you" prompts

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The other side of the bed was cold when you woke up, which was odd. Usually, you had to be the one dragging Rafe out of the bed, when he didn't have any plans in the morning, always lamenting that he "needed his beauty rest". You checked your phone to see if he left you any messages that he had to run out, but nothing.

"Huh," you muttered to yourself, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and getting out of bed. You considered trying to call him as you made your way downstairs, pausing when you heard cluttering from the kitchen.

"... Rafe?"

The cluttering stopped and you heard Rafe curse under his breath, your lips curling up in a grin as you stood frozen on the stairs.

"You think you can give me like, five more minutes, baby?"

"Trying to hide your side piece?"

You could basically see Rafe rolling his eyes at you, and you bit back a laugh.

"Feeling like a real comedian today, huh?"

"I'm hilarious, actually," you deadpanned, padding towards the kitchen, only stopping when Rafe called out your name, almost pleading.

"Five minutes. "

Sighing softly, you tipped your head back in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Just- Go back to bed. I'll be right up. Five minutes, I swear."

"Fine," you sighed, turning back around. "Not a second longer, Cameron, you hear me?"

You headed back upstairs, stopping by the bathroom to brush your teeth and tame your hair, before you crawled back into bed, checking the time. Even though you had just threatened to return back downstairs as soon as the five minutes were up, you decided to be less of a menace for once, scrolling on the phone until you heard Rafe coming back upstairs. You were all ready to tease him as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, but your words died in your throat when he came in, back first, turning to face you with a breakfast tray in his hands.

"Rafe..." you said softly, eyes wide as he slowly placed the tray on the bed. Pancakes, fruit salad, coffee, bacon, even orange juice were spread out in front of you.

"Morning baby."

He kissed you on the cheek before sitting back, grinning brightly at you.

"You hungry?"

You only nodded dumbly, opening your mouth when he lifted a spoon full of fruit salad and you almost moaned when the tiny pieces of fruit hit your tongue.

"Oh my god, this is amazing."

"Touch of lemon juice and honey does wonders," Rafe said, eating a spoon himself, but you only narrowed your eyes at him.

"Did you do this yourself?"

Rafe gave you a look and you gave him one back, lifting the bowl of fruit salad, as if to make your point.

"You cannot seriously tell me that you cut all this fruit up yourself. And made pancakes."

"You sound surprised."

You snorted, putting the bowl back down. "Didn't you guys have a cook and everything in the prime time? Sue me for thinking you're helpless in the kitchen."

"Well, joke's on you for underestimating a Kook," he teased, handing you a coffee mug, which you sipped you accepted, holding it carefully. "I uh.... Used to make breakfast for my dad. Me and Sarah. He always thanked Sarah like she did it all on her own and never said a word to me, so after a while I just... Stopped. But I figured you'd be a little more grateful than him."

Holding your mug, you stared at Rafe, your heart almost breaking for the poor boy in front of you.

"Rafe..."

He looked up and huffed, shaking his head. "Stop looking at me like that. 's fine, I got you now, right?"

"Of course," you said with a big smile, picking up a strip of bacon with your hand, to which Rafe only pulled a face.

"God, you can never take the Pogue out of a girl, can you?"

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a/n: it was so easy to go down the route of rafe not knowing how to do anything in the kitchen except destroy it but i took a diff approach heheheh thanks anon for the request i hoped you liked it!! inbox is open my friends!! also tagging @sunderlust bc i can

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and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do | r.c.

summary:

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

OR, everyone thinks Rafe refuses to commit to a relationship, even though you're the one with cold feet.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 1,5k

warnings: MDNI, mention of sex, but nothing too graphic

author's note: i just wanted to write a short drabble but it just kept going and i'm not sorry. hope you like it, make sure to leave a comment/reblog if you do, i always appreciate it and ily

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You hate hate hate the word situationship.

It's dumb, and it glorifies uncertain terms in relationships and it never ends well.

Unfortunately, you can’t really find another term for the thing you have with Rafe. It’s more than a friends with benefits thing, but definitely not a relationship. Everyone always thinks it’s because of Rafe; that he doesn’t want to commit to a relationship, commit to one girl, and you always laugh it off when someone asks about it, never really denying it, letting them believe that it’s Rafe’s fault for the vague label of your… Thing. It’s easier to let them think what they want instead of admitting that you’re the reason.

You don’t know why you’re scared. Clearly you have some underlying trauma or maybe it was your first boyfriend who treated you shitty, but you just don’t want to call Rafe your boyfriend. Though honestly, to everyone else, it kind of seems like he is.

At every party, the two of you are attached at each other’s hip. Hands linked, pushing through the crowd, while Rafe looks over his shoulder every minute to make sure you’re still safely behind him. On the couch, Rafe is nursing a drink, listening to Topper yap about his new girlfriend, his arm slung around your shoulder while you talk to your friend. You get to a party together, you leave together.

“You know, I think it’s really cute that Rafe seems so protective over you,” Sofia says.

You glance over at her, having snuck outside for a smoke - Rafe doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes, which is ironic, really - and having bumped into the bartender, you two shared a cigarette.

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

You pass the cigarette back to her, hoping it would prevent her from talking any more, and it works. She doesn’t bring it up again.

A couple of hours later, you’re sitting in Rafe’s truck as he drives home. Home, as in his house. His hand is on your thigh, and you’re nearly dozed off, when he speaks up.

“Sofia asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with her.”

That got your attention.

You look over at him, blinking in confusion.

“Sofia Flores?”

“One and only.”

Your first thought is, bitch! Your second thought is, why am I getting mad? You swallow the lump that is forming in your throat and you shrug with your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.

“Okay… Where are you going to take her?”

Rafe doesn’t answer, and for a second you think that he might not have heard you before he clears his throat. “I’ll probably take her to the country club.”

“Uh-huh.”

You glance at him for a split second, before turning away to stare out of the window, frowning deeply. There’s something you want to say, it’s on the tip of your tongue, but before you can gather the courage to say it, Rafe pulls his hand away, the moment dissipating, leaving you simmering in anger, fighting with your emotions.

Despite the tension between the two of you, you still spend the night at his place. You still moan out his name as he fucks you from behind, tugging on your hair the way you like it. He still flips you around when you’re close, his eyes searching yours when you finally come, and you still close your eyes. After he’s finished, going to the bathroom to find a towel to clean you off, Rafe wraps himself around your backside, leaving warm kisses on your neck.

“About tomorrow-” he starts, but you break him off.

“Take her to The Summit,” you say. “She works at the country club, it’s weird if you take her there.”

“… Okay.”

You don’t say anything else, pretending that you’ve fallen asleep but you lay there, awake for hours with Rafe next to you. You hate the idea of Rafe going out with Sofia. She’s pretty. And nice. You could see him falling in love with her and it honestly bothers you more than you’d like to admit. There’s moments you’re so close to turning to Rafe, to tell him something, but you always chicken out. Somewhere during your 20th try, you finally fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you can tell that it’s past noon already, the sun already high on the horizon. The other side of the bed is empty, barely even warm anymore, which means Rafe must have been awake for a while now. Picking up a shirt of his that hangs over a chair, you traipse around to find your panties, tugging them on when Rafe walks into the bedroom, already dressed and ready to go.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say, distracted, running your hand through your hair. “Do you want to get breakfast?”

“Actually I just wanted to tell that I was about to leave to go pick up Sofia.”

“Already?” you ask, confused, staring at him.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to take her out on the boat.”

“Oh.”

Rafe looks at you. For a very long time. Daring you to say something, but you only look back at him, the lump in your throat returning. Neither of you says anything, so Rafe only nods, grabbing his keys from the dresser.

“You can hang out here if you want, eat something. Don’t know when I’ll be back though,” he said nonchalantly and you ball your hands into fists, not answering because you’re not quite sure if you can keep your voice even. Rafe walks towards the door, when you finally break out of your stupor.

“Rafe.”

He stops in his tracks, halfway out of the room, but he doesn’t look at you. Which honestly, makes all of this a little easier.

“Don’t go on that date.”

To your embarrassment, your voice cracks a little, but you clear your throat, playing it off. Rafe finally turns his head, his eyes finding yours and you manage to hold his gaze.

“Why?”

You roll your eyes with a scoff, having expected that he wouldn’t make it easy on you. Rafe is a proud man, and you… Hurt his pride. Unintentionally, but you did.

“You know why.”

“Say it,” Rafe demands, his forehead creasing. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

Something broke inside of you, hearing him say it like that, and you take a deep breath as you approach him slowly, your hands shaking as you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry…” You say. “I hate this… I’m really bad at this feelings shit, but… Don’t go.”

You can tell that Rafe is not entirely convinced, and you know what he wants you to say. Something that you’ve been keeping so closely to your chest, that you never dared to say it out loud, or even think about it, but you know that if you don’t say it now, you might never get to change to say it ever again.

“I love you.”

Rafe’s hands find your waist and the frown on his forehead disappears. Finally. “Took you long enough,” he grunts, still a little upset and the lump in throat starts to get smaller.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, a hand coming up to the nape of your neck, tilting your face up so that you’d look at him.

“I get it.”

He leans down to kiss you, and you melt into him, kissing him back, following his directions as he moves you backwards to the bed. You fall backwards on the bed, and Rafe cages you in, but before he can go any further, you stop him, pushing at his chest.

“What?” he says, still leaning in to find your mouth.

“What about Sofia?”

“Fuck Sofia,” Rafe mutters, sucking a hickey on your neck but you swat at him.

“Rafe, no. That’s mean, the least you can do is cancel.”

Rafe groans, drawing back to pull his phone out of his pocket to text Sofia. He shows you the text, raising his brows.

“You happy now?”

“Very.”

He tosses his phone on the bed behind you, and gets back to business, nosing along your clavicle. His phone vibrates, but neither of you pay it any attention, to focused on each other.

Rafe: Sorry, I gotta cancel. Hope you don’t mind.

Sofia: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

Sofia: Hope you two figured it out.

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author's note: if you thought "this bitch knows nothing about situationships and smoking" while reading this, you're right! hope it's still accurate.

[witchrecs]

so obsessed with your ex | r.c.

summary: “Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

OR If Rebecca had known that her obsession with you would lead to you and Rafe getting back together, she would've done a whole lot different.

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader / Rafe Cameron x OC

warnings: during most of this fic, Rafe is dating someone else. Sorry, it's part of the plot, but they don't do a lot of couple-y things, if that's any consolation! Rebecca is kind of delulu (actually, she is very delulu), but i'm hoping that most of you can relate to it, NO cheating!

word count: 4,1k

author's note: something very different, i'm aware, but i was like a woman cursed when i listened to olivia rodrigo's song sorry and this was what i envisioned. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!!! Also, I want to @ my loveys @rafesmuse and @rafetopia bc ily guys, thanks for the support and my wife @ghostofwriting mwah mwah mwah, happy reading!!!

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Rebecca had always felt secure in her relationship with Rafe.

Until she found out about you.

It all started when she was looking for a hair tie, knowing she had left a couple of them in Rafe’s bedroom whenever she stayed over.

“Baby, have you seen my hair ties? I swear I could’ve sworn I put them in the bedside drawer…” Rebecca muttered to herself, pulling open the drawers, rummaging through them. She froze when brushed a pack of condoms aside to reveal a picture she had never seen before. Rafe was talking to her from the bathroom, but Rebecca couldn’t hear a thing as she picked up the picture, looking at it with a funny feeling.

The picture looked like it was taken mid-conversation as you and Rafe were standing closely together, having eyes for no one but each other. Even thought you were barely touching, it felt weirdly intimate. More intimate than a close friend. And Rebecca had seen you around Kildare before, but you never had made an active move to talk to Rafe when they were at a party, so if you were friends, he definitely would’ve introduced her to you, right?

“Bex, hey. Did you find one?”

“What?”

Flustered, Rebecca looked up from the picture, her cheeks red and Rafe raised an eyebrow at her, a hair tie on his open palm.

“I asked if you found a hair tie. I put them in the bathroom,” he said, rounding the bed to hand it to her. “What d’ya got there?”

“Oh, just a picture I found,” Rebecca said quickly, taking the hair tie out of his hand, moving to put the picture back in the drawer, but Rafe was quicker, snatching it out of her grip with a laugh.

“Are we starting to lie each other now?”

Rebecca watched him closely as he took a look at the picture, pressing her lips together as he paused, taking it in.

“That’s-” she broke off, clearing her throat, before she said your name. “… Right?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Rafe frowned, before he lifted his head to look at her. Rebecca couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face. She had never seen him like this before.

“I didn’t know you dated her,” she said, nonchalantly, hoping he would deny it. But Rafe only shrugged, glancing at the picture one more time before he put it back in the drawer, shutting it close.

“We broke up before you came on the island, how were you supposed to know?”

Rafe pressed a kiss to her temple, but Rebecca was still fixated on the picture, staring at where she knew it laid inside the drawer.

“Are you ready? Top’s gonna come pick us up in a few.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rebecca replied, distracted. “Uh, you can go downstairs, I’ll be down asap.”

“A’ight.”

Rebecca smiled at him, waiting until he left the room, before she slid open the drawer again, reaching for the picture to stare at it, her thumb rubbing circles into the corner, wondering who was still printing pictures in this day and age. She wasn’t sure how long she was standing there, jumping when she heard Rafe yelling for her.

“Bex, Top is here!”

“Coming!” Rebecca called back and without thinking, she slipped the picture into her purse before heading downstairs.

To say that Rebecca grew infatuated with you after finding that picture was an understatement. She was obsessed.

Okay, maybe not obsessed, that had a weird tone to it. Fixated.

She was pretty fixated on you.

Rebecca immediately had followed you on instagram when she got home later that night. Scrolling through your profile, she noticed that while you weren’t following Rafe and vice versa, you still followed all of his friends and his family. Rafe’s younger sister Wheezie seemed to be a constant in your life still, judging by her comments under all of your pictures. Apparently you were still well-liked by his family friends, and Rebecca started to wonder why you and Rafe broke up. But it wasn’t like she could ask Rafe why you broke up, right?

“What?” Topper stared at her, as if Rebecca had just asked him to give her 1k. His look made her nervous though, and she glanced over her shoulder, making sure that Rafe was still out of earshot.

“You’re his best friend,” she stated, albeit unnecessarily. “You have to know.”

Topper rubbed his jaw, like he was conflicted, which Rebecca really didn’t understand. What was the big deal? She had intentionally waited until Topper was a little tipsy, and now she was wondering if that was a mistake, since he seemed strangely paranoid.

“You’re his girlfriend. Shouldn’t you be asking him that question?”

“I don’t want to stir up trouble! Why can’t you just tell me?” Rebecca raised her voice, her cheeks flushing when she realized that people were starting to stare, so she burrowed deeper into the couch, waiting until everyone went back to their business. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked this at a party.

“It was a mutual break up,” Topper then answered, speaking slowly like every single word was gravel in his mouth. “Rafe never really told me why, but they just disappeared out of each other’s lives from one day to the next, as if they haven’t been dating for the last four years. But she never said anything bad about him in the aftermath… Neither did he.”

That just created more questions than it answered, but before Rebecca could get her thoughts sorted to prod Topper again, Rafe returned, his shoulders lose.

“Your drink,” he said, handing Rebecca a cup, settling down on the couch next to her, throwing his arm over the back. He hadn’t even been sitting for a minute, when Topper got to his feet, muttering something about finding the pong table for a game.

“What’s with him?”

Rebecca only shrugged, choosing to sip on her drink instead of giving an answer, her mind still reeling from the information she got from Topper. The more she learned about you, the more she was intrigued and filled with questions, that she felt like would never be answered.

“You good?”

Rebecca barely lifted her head from the window she was leaning it, her reaction a little slow. She had been… Drinking a little more than she liked. Every time she wanted to ask Rafe about you, she stopped herself and went for another drink, and that process had repeated itself over and over again until Rafe cut her off, deciding to take her home. Rebecca was more than tipsy, her inhibitions slightly out of control.

“Fine,” she replied with a little sigh, rubbing her temple. She could feel Rafe’s eyes on her and she could feel her resolve crumbling. “Why did you guys break up?”

The car swerved off the road for a second, making Rebecca grab onto the arm rest to keep steady while Rafe cursed.

“The fuck?” he said, glancing over at her with a frown. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Rebecca exhaled deeply through her lips before she looked over to him, her brows furrowed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Topper told me you were dating for four years, Rafe. Four years! But he couldn’t even tell me why. Isn’t he your best friend? He should know that, right?”

Rafe stared at her, as if trying to gauge her reaction. Rebecca hadn’t even noticed that he had pulled the car to the side, the motor long off.

“Is this like a test or somethin’?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “No. I’m just genuinely curious. She seems-”

Nice? Super pretty? Like his perfect match?

She didn’t finish her sentence.

“What?” Rafe muttered under his breath, and Rebecca only scoffed in annoyance.

“Whatever,” she huffed, leaning her head against the window again. “Just forget it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rafe just sitting there, turning the ring on his finger, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“We got into a lot of fights near the end,” he started, his tone defeated. “She’s pretty headstrong, likes being right. I like sticking to my opinion… It wasn’t healthy anymore, so we both knew that something had to change, even though I still…. There was still love.”

Rafe stopped, but Rebecca held herself back with saying anything, wanting to soak up every bit of information he was willing to give her.

“We figured a clean cut would be best for both of us, have no contact. Give us a chance to start fresh, see new people.”

Rebecca could tell that he was holding something back, probably something along the line of how he was struggling with the no contact rule, but didn’t want to seem like he was still holding onto you.

“She’s really pretty,” she only said.

“Yeah.”

Do you still love her?

Rebecca was glad that she was still able to hold herself back enough to not ask that. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t like the answer that much.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Yeah. You done throwing tantrums?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes with a small smile and settled back into her seat while Rafe started the car to continue their way home. Most girlfriends would probably feel angry that their boyfriend seemed to be so sentimental still when it came to their ex, but all that Rebecca could think about was how you clearly were someone he held dearly, and that she wished to be that reach that point soon.

And when she was about fall asleep after they got home to his place, she wondered how often you had fallen asleep on her side of Rafe’s bed like this. She thought finding out more about your relationship with Rafe, she would stop obsessing you.

But she didn’t.

She kept it to herself, however, not mentioning you again after that one talk in the car she had with Rafe.

Rafe, who had been lighter ever since he talked about you, ever since she pushed him to talk about, which showed her that it was the right thing to do. Her fixation on you helped her relationship with Rafe and to her, that justified the amount of times she was checking out your social media, but Rafe wouldn’t understand. She admired you. Honestly, Rebecca felt like she could become pretty good friends with you, but what excuse did she have to talk to you besides dating your ex boyfriend? Worst case, she’d curse you out, best case she’d give you a fake smile. No thank you. Rebecca would much rather stick to admiring you from afar.

… Which was the reason why she was so nervous, when she met you for the first time. In her defense, this was the last place she had expected to see you. The place being Kelce’s house.

It was his birthday, and to celebrate it, he decided to throw a huge rager at his house. While Rebecca did arrive with Rafe, they quickly separated, with Rafe trying to find Kelce - this was his birthday after all - and her going to see her friends. After about two hours, and Rafe not replying to her texts, Rebecca started to walk around to see if she could find him. Which was easier said than done, the house was packed. When it took her nearly half an hour to get through the kitchen, Rebecca almost gave up until she saw Sarah sitting in the corner of the couch talking to someone.

“Sarah!”

Although Rebecca wasn’t the closest with her, she was about the only person she knew right now, and she could use a familiar face. Slipping between a kissing couple, she made her way straight to the couch, touching Sarah’s shoulder gingerly.

“Hey, I’m so glad I saw you. Have you seen Rafe anywhere? He hasn’t been answering his texts and I-”

Rebecca trailed off when she noticed Sarah glancing to her friend, only to realize that it was you who Sarah had been sitting with, and her words get stuck in her throat.

Oh.

“Hey,” you smiled at her, alarmingly genuine. “Rebecca, right?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, your eyes warm. “We haven’t met. I’m-”

“I know who you are,” Rebecca interrupted you, her cheeks warming when she realized what she was alluding to. You exchanged a discreet look with Sarah and Rebecca willed the ground to open up and swallow her with the way the conversation was going.

“They’re probably in the basement,” you offered, maybe as some sort of olive branch. “Kelce likes to hide away down there to play pool during his parties.”

“Oh yeah yeah, Rafe probably doesn’t even have any bars down there,” Sarah chimed in.

“Right, okay, thanks,” Rebecca said, awkwardly. She stood behind the couch like a deer in headlights. You must have noticed, because you grabbed Sarah’s arm, scooting back on the couch to make more space.

“You can join us, if you want.”

“… Really?” Rebecca asked skeptically, not quite sure if the invitation was genuine or not.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

Hesitantly, she sat down next to Sarah, trying to get comfortable but she was far too aware of your presence, placing her purse in her lap.

“So have you already settled into Kildare?”

Your eyes were inquisitive and Rebecca was trying to see if there was any sign of malice or distrust in them, but all she could see was genuine interest.

“I mean, I guess so… Life down here is pretty chill. Like it’s its own world…?” Rebecca winces at her own words. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“No, no!” You insisted, waving your hands at her quickly. “I know exactly what you mean. We went to Charleston once to tour the college campus there and it was like we were on another planet, remember Sar?”

Sarah’s eyes widened and she nodded quickly, slapping your arm in excitement. It looked like it hurt, but by the way you were laughing, Rebecca assumed it was a regular thing. She wouldn’t know, she barely ever spent over twenty minutes with Rafe’s sister.

“Remember when we were auditing that one sociology class and Rafe fell asleep during the lecture?”

“Oh my god, yes. Because he and Top were playing that stupid video game that came out two days earlier all night long.”

You and Sarah giggled as you reminisced about the past, like two best friends and Rebecca grew envious of your friendship, wondering if she was ever going to have that kind of relationship with Sarah, though you did have running start with building a friendship with her outside of being Rafe’s girlfriend. Or ex, rather. Rebecca started rummaging in her bag, acting like she was looking for something, doing anything to seem less excluded, really.

Your laughter subsided and you smiled at Rebecca, stilling her hands in her purse when she realized the attention was back on her.

“How is Rafe?”

“Oh you know him,” Rebecca replied, a little less nervous now that she was talking about a topic where she wouldn’t feel left out, taking her purse off her lap, placing it on the couch between her and Sarah. “The usual. He’s more focused on keeping up the company than ever, been away a lot.”

You nodded, tucking your hair back, and for a second, you looked incredibly sad. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, because a second later, you were smiling again.

“I’m really glad he has you,” you then said, completely surprising Rebecca. “I think you’re really good for him. Rafe has been really hard on himself, taking everything a little too seriously, and I think you’re really balancing it all out.”

Rebecca’s eyebrows have almost disappeared into her hairline by now, she was so shell-shocked she didn’t even notice Sarah clinking herself out of the conversation, crossing her arms as she sat back.

“Isn’t it weird for you?”

“You mean because he’s my ex and you’re his new girlfriend?” You smiled wryly at her. “I guess it’s a little weird. But it’s not like there’s any bad blood between Rafe and I… In the end, I just want him to be happy, and it seems like you’re making him happy.”

Ducking her head, Rebecca hoped that it was dark enough to conceal her red cheeks. To her, this felt like an insanely gracious statement and suddenly, Rebecca felt validated for obsessing over you so much. You were great and she wasn’t being parasocial.

“I- Thank you. That really means a lot.”

“Of course, don’t worry about it,” you said with a smile, glancing at Sarah when she tugged on the ends of your hair gently. “What, do you want to leave?”

“I promised John B I’d meet him on the beach at sunrise.”

“Fine,” you sighed, you and Sarah standing up. Rebecca stayed seated, though she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the conversation was cut short.

“It was really nice to talk to, Rebecca. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

Rebecca waved good bye to you and Sarah, watching as you left with Sarah whispering into your ear insistently. She sat there by herself for a while, replaying the conversation in her head, before she realized she was being weird. Clearing her throat, Rebecca grabbed her purse, that still sat open next to her, her smile dropping when she saw that the picture she had snuck from Rafe’s drawer was peaking out of it.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself, pushing the picture deeper into her purse, before looking up into the crowd, wondering if you had seen it, and if you did, what you thought of her.

“Do you want to do something today?”

After discovering the picture had been sitting in the open like that, Rebecca started worrying if she just ruined her impression you had of her. But seriously, how stupid could she be? She completely forgot that the picture was in that purse. Rebecca had spent the remaining time at the party worrying what you thought of her.

“Like what?”

Rebecca rolled over in bed, looking up at Rafe as he got dressed. It was late in the morning, but still early enough for her to be tired after getting back from Kelce’s so late.

“I don’t know, something fun.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his face disappearing momentarily while he put his shirt on.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Harris this afternoon and I’m meeting Dennis for an early lunch.”

“But it’s Sunday,” Rebecca pointed out, sitting up, a frown on her face.

“Work is not, no matter what kind of day it is.”

“Sorry, I just thought it’d be nice to do something fun for once,” she said, knowing she would spent the entire day worrying about what you thought of her if she wasn’t distracted, not noticing how Rafe was looking at her through the mirror.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “You never cared about that before.” Rafe paused, realization washing over his face. “You talked to-” His voice cracked, and Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him.

“… You talked to her, didn’t you?”

Rebecca could hear the accusatory tone in his voice and she leaned against the headboard, drawing her legs close.

“I did, at the party last night… She said she’s happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.”

Rafe was quiet for a while and Rebecca could feel a knot forming in her stomach. She couldn’t have two people be mad at her.

“That’s what she said?”

Nodding quickly, Rebecca smiled at him brightly. “Yeah. She was really nice. I like her.”

He let out a quiet huff, followed by a headshake, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Alright. Maybe I can cut my lunch meeting short and we can do something after,” Rafe relented, and Rebecca looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you later, alright?”

With a wave, Rafe left the bedroom, and Rebecca laid back down, letting out a happy sigh. Everything is working out in her favor!

A couple of hours later, Rebecca was standing in front of her closet, scanning the different clothes that hung in there, trying to decide on what to wear. She wasn’t sure what Rafe had planned, so she didn’t want to be completely inappropriately dressed. Letting out a annoyed sigh, Rebecca picked up her phone to text her friend for some fashion advice, stilling when she saw the new notification.

“Oh my god.”

You followed her back on insta! You must have not seen the picture after all and think she was weird!!!

Rebecca’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, wondering if she should dm you, maybe ask if you wanted to hang out, before she decided against it, putting her phone back on the dresser, face down. She didn’t want to seem to eager, she could wait a week.

Okay, maybe not a week, Rebecca thought, picking out some shorts and a red top, but a few days at least.

When she was all done, Rebecca grabbed the keys to her car, making her way over to Rafe’s place after he said he was done. It was a beautiful day out and she was so excited to see what he had planned for their date. Parking her car behind Rafe’s truck, she got out, heading inside.

“Baby, it’s me!” she called, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t have to wait long, until she could Rafe coming down the stairs, a box in his hand.

“What’s that?”

Rafe looked at her, his face unreadable.

“… What’s wrong?”

He let out a sigh, before stopping in front of her, and as Rebecca looked into the box, she realized it was full of her stuff.

“We need to talk,” he said, and her jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I just don’t think I’m in this relationship as I thought I was, and I don’t want to string you along, Bex,” Rafe explained, pushing the box into her arms. She just accepted the box, too shocked to do anything else.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You did the opposite, actually. Helped me see what I was really feeling. And I thought I’d get this over with, before anyone else gets hurt,” Rafe told her. “You understand, right?”

She only blinked at him, nodding dumbly.

A grin grew on Rafe’s face, and he stuffed his hands in his pocket. “Great. I knew you would understand.”

With an arm on her back, he lead Rebecca outside, and she just let him, moving on autopilot.

“I’ll see you around Bex,” he said, standing in the doorway, his hand on the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”

With those words, Rafe shut the door in her face, and Rebecca just blinked, still not having processed the situation.

“And he said he doesn’t want to string you along?”

“Yes.”

The words were muffled.

Rebecca was facedown in her pillow, hoping to die of embarassment, even if Jane was her best friend in Kildare. It had taken her a week to recuperate before she could tell her friends what happened, mostly because she still wasn’t sure what had happened.

“Are you okay?”

She lifted her head, giving Jane a look.

“I just don’t understand why he broke up with me.”

Jane waved her off, picking up her phone. “Oh don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’ll come crawling back tom- Never mind.”

“What?”

Having stopped mid-sentence, Jane was staring at her phone, eyebrows raised so high and Rebecca groaned, taking the phone out of her hand.

“You can’t just stop talking in the middle of the-”

Her eyes widened when she saw what had rendered Jane speechless: Sarah had posted an instagram story, a picture of a couple walking hand in hand in front of her. It was dark and a little blurry, but Rebecca could tell exactly who it was: You and Rafe.

“He’s such an asshole!” Jane screeched, snatching her phone out of Rebecca’s hand. “Let’s egg his house!”

Rebecca only snorted, rubbing her hands over her face with a groan. “J, no. Believe it or not, but I feel like this one’s on me.”

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[witchrecs]

This is kinda a two-fer (if that’s how it’s spelled) but I feel like they belong together.

“"thank you for picking me up-i know it's late."

— "don't worry, i'll always come get you."

And for Bradley and his Mrs?

I think this one works best for the earlier days of their relationship, when they first started dating.

The last thing you needed after the world’s longest week was a flat tire on your way home. Especially when the only mechanic who was still open was miles away, and charged an arm and a leg for a tow. To make matters worse, your car wouldn’t even be ready until the next morning.

As exhausted as you felt, and as far away from home as you now were, you were just planning to call an Uber to come pick you up when Bradley called. Your stomach fluttered to see his name appear across your screen. The two of you had only been officially dating for a couple weeks, but he had already managed to flip your world upside down.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted you as soon as you picked up the phone. “I know it’s late, but I just wanted to make sure you got home from work alright.”

“Well…”

“What happened?” Bradley asked, his voice immediately colored with concern.

When you finished explaining the situation to him, you added, “But I’m fine. I’m just going to call an Uber.”

“Like hell you are. I’m coming to get you. Send me the address. I’m walking to my car right now,” he told you. You could hear his keys jingling over the phone.

“Bradley, you really don’t have—”

“I want to,” he cut you off. “I’ll be there soon. Just send me the location.”

In what felt like no time at all, the Bronco was pulling up out front and your shoulders sagged in relief. You raced to jump into Bradley’s arms, which he held open wide for you as soon as he got out of his car.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you murmured, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his smiling mouth.

“You’re alright? Everything good?” he asked, glancing over your shoulder as if to make sure there weren’t any dangerous characters around.

“Everything’s good. My car should be ready tomorrow. This was the only guy I could find who was open,” you told him, lacing your fingers through his as he turned to lead you to the car.

“I’ll drive you to come get it,” Bradley replied, helping you up into the passenger seat and carefully shutting the door for you.

Once he was back behind the wheel and pulling away from the curb, you turned to look at him, smiling with gratitude and affection. “Thank you for picking me up—I know it’s late,” you sighed, knowing how early he had to get up for work.

Bradley just smiled in return, reaching over to take your hand in his and squeeze it gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll always come get you. You’re my girl,” he winked.

Your whole body warmed from head to toe. You hoped you got to be his girl forever.

late night prompts

[witchrecs]

So happy that you got 500 Followers!

For the celebration I'd like to request Jake and 🍧

Pretty please 🙏

Thank you! ofc nonny, one pregnancy prompt + Jake coming right up!

You glared at Jake as he poured himself a coffee, your eyes practically burning a hole through him as you stared stoically. Jake frowned at you, setting his mug down on the counter before holding his arms out in surrender.

"What I do now, Angel?"

"You know exactly what you did, Seresin."

"Ooh, last name, huh?" Jake tapped his chin with his finger for a moment as he thought, looking as though he was trying to piece together whatever event he triggered that upset you. Finally, he frowned and shook his head. "Nope, I've got nothin', Sugar. What did I do?"

"You flirted with another girl last night, in front of me!" You shouted, shaking your head.

Your anger bubbled over when Jake laughed at your accusation, shaking his head in disbelief as he looked at you.

"You're joking, right?" He asked, waiting for you to start laughing. When he realized you were serious, he shook his head and sighed. "I wasn't flirting with anyone, Honey. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Well, you did last night."

"Well then, I didn't mean to! Sometimes people just think I'm flirting with how I talk. I wasn't doing it intentionally or nothin'. Half the time people probably think I'm in love with Rooster or somethin' with the way I talk to him!"

You huffed a sigh and shook your head as you grabbed your car keys off the table. Jake looked at you in surprise, shaking his head quickly as he watched you get ready to leave. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go get some things for my baby's nursery."

"Well, we both made that baby."

"Don't remind me!" you snapped, shaking your head at him, "You may have pitched in but the rest of this group project has been pretty one sided."

"Hey! I try my best, Darlin', it's not my fault I can't grow the kid myself."

"You could be a little more supportive though."

"Supportive?" Jake sputtered and shook his head vehemently, "Hon, I've done nothing but be supportive. All this is because you think I was flirting with some girl at the bar last night?"

"I watched you laughing and talking to her! It's the same way you did with me when we met!"

Suddenly, Jake shook his head and laughed to himself, sighing as he realized exactly what was happening.

"You mean the girl in the Navy fatigues?"

"Yeah, her," you pouted, nodding your head as you looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

"Baby, that girl is a girl I grew up with when I was a kid. She just transferred to North Island. I've known her since I was three."

"Oh, great, so she knows you better than I do too. Why don't you and her just go run away together or something?" You responded sarcastically, refusing to admit you might be going overboard.

"Well, her wife might not appreciate that. Don't think mine would either."

"Her what?

"I'm uh, not her type, Sugar. You'd have better luck getting her to come home with you than I would. In fact, she was telling me how pretty my wife was, and I thanked her, and told her that my wife is beautiful, and I'm very lucky."

"You did? Really?"

"Mhmm." Jake nodded and laughed as he shook his head, "The laughing you saw? Her telling me she was surprised I found someone tolerant enough to marry my dumbass."

You laughed awkwardly at the misunderstanding, nodding slowly as you realized your hormones may have clouded your judgement a little. Jake wrapped his arms around you gently, holding you close as he rested one of his hands on your baby bump. He leaned down to kiss your nose and smiled.

"You're the only girl for me, you know that. You and my little cowgirl in there."

"I told you, it might be a boy," you started before Jake shook his head and grinned, tapping the side of his head.

"Nah, I'm telling you. I've got a fifth sense for this sorta thing. It's a girl."

"You mean sixth sense, right?"

"Whatever," he said, waving his hand dismissively with a grin, "Point is, I'm almost positive we're having a girl. Now, am I forgiven? Or do I have to get all mushy and shit and start gushing about how much I love you, should I call Rooster up and find out the name of that florist he uses whenever he's in the doghouse and order you the biggest bouquet I can get?"

"You're forgiven. I'm sorry," you nodded slowly before your lips curled up into a grin. "But I'll gladly take flowers and you gushing over how much you love me."

"Anything for my girls."

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[witchrecs]

Shower Time

Summary: Walking into the wrong place, at the wrong time, seems to work out in your and Rooster's favor. In which, some private time in the shower turns into something far better.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral sex, fantasizing. MINORS DNI.

Rooster wiped the sweat off his face with his towel as he entered the locker room. He could hear the shower running already and realized with a small flash of annoyance that it would mean he'd have to wait. He sat on the bench next to his locker and was about to pop in his headphones when he heard a sound.

A moan, to be exact. Rooster froze as he heard another one coming from the direction of the showers. When he stopped and listened, he realized that it was definitely a moan and a very distinct moan of pleasure. Only one person could be in that shower right now, making sounds like that.

You. Something had been between you two since you'd met on the first day of training; chemistry mixed with the competitiveness of the training made for a very frustrating relationship, but he couldn't help but be attracted to you. You were gorgeous and a great pilot but beyond infuriating.

The next moan left no doubt of what you were doing in there, and he could feel the heat washing over his body, his dick already hardening in his athletic shorts. His hands gripped the bench so hard that his knuckles turned white, and with each succeeding sound you made, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to walk over there.

"Bradley…" the moan was quiet and breathless. If he hadn't had all of his focus on what was going on over in that shower, he might have missed it. His decision was made instantly; he stood up, dropping his things onto the bench and peeling his shirt off before he stalked over to the shower.

The sight of you simultaneously took his breath away and also turned him into a man possessed; there was no way he was leaving this shower without fucking you senseless. You were standing there, naked and soaking wet, the water from the shower pouring down your body, following all of your curves, with your legs slightly spread and your hand in between them, circling your clit with your thumb as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

You were oblivious to the fact that Rooster was even there. The tension and flirting from the last week and a half had driven you crazy all night till you found yourself at the gym on base at 5:30 am, trying desperately to let off some steam. It almost worked until Bradley Bradshaw, of all people, walked in and, before long, was glistening with sweat, his breath coming out in hard, short bursts. All you could think about was seeing him like this but in a completely different setting, with far fewer clothes, and instead of lifting weights, he'd be lifting you.

It became too much when paired with the heated looks between you two, so you bailed back to the locker room, planning on taking a very long, icy cold shower before training.

You didn't know how you ended up here, getting yourself off to the same dirty thoughts you'd had while watching him work out. You did know two things: First, you desperately needed a release, and second, you were almost there.

Your fingers were delving in and out of your folds, your other hand playing with your breasts, when the voice you last expected to hear came from way too close, and your eyes snapped open.

"Want some help with that, honey?"

Fuck.

There was no use in covering up; you knew he'd already seen your entire naked body and that he'd seen what you were just doing. He'd almost certainly heard you moaning his name, too.

Fuuuuuuck.

"You could have at least let me cum before interrupting me, Bradshaw." You did your best to sound nonchalant, and luckily, your face was already flushed, so he wouldn't be able to see the heat of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

"Bradshaw, huh? Just a second ago, it was Bradley." He sauntered over to you, and you looked him up and down, taking in his incredibly delicious shirtless form.

"I'd call you Bradley again if you hadn't just ruined my orgasm." He finally reached you, stepped into your personal space, and backed you up until you were pressed against the cold tile of the shower. One of his hands came up to rest on the wall next to your head, and the other came to rest on your bare hip, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. Your traitorous, dirty mind sending thoughts of what that would feel like somewhere else.

"I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you?" He'd leaned down so that your lips were a breath away from meeting his.

"And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'll show you right now if you'll let me." Bradley was ever the gentleman.

You didn't say anything in response, answering instead by pulling him in for a heated kiss. Kissing him was everything you'd hoped and dreamed it would be. He was a phenomenal kisser, clearly experienced, and while you hated to admit it, clearly dominated you in every delicious aspect.

There was no point in wasting time when he already knew you'd been about to cum at the thought of him. The hand on your hip quickly moved to your thigh to lift your leg and hook it around his hip so he could be closer to you.

You could feel how hard he was, even through the shorts he was still wearing; his cock was pressed against your stomach. You trailed your hand down his chest to his stomach, dipping just slightly underneath the waistband, enough to tease him just a little bit. His abs contracted under your touch, and his fists clenched at his sides. What little clothes he wore were quickly getting drenched under the shower spray, but he didn't seem to care at all.

You broke apart for air, and he immediately went for your neck, kissing and biting his way down; you moaned as he got to just the right spot. Hearing your reaction, he doubled down with a hard suck, sure to leave a bruise, but at that moment, you didn't care.

Your hand went into his shorts, grasping his dick firmly, and marveled at the size. You couldn't see it, but fuck could you feel it, and goddamn, did you want it inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder as you started to pump his length with your hand, a quiet groan escaping him.

"Fuck," It took all his willpower to stop you, pulling your hand away from him. "I believe I owe you something."

"Yes, you do." Before you could blink, he dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling your thigh up over his shoulder and slowly kissing his way up your thigh.

"What were you picturing? When you moaned my name?" He said as he inched higher, his positively sinful brown eyes locked on yours. Had his eyes always been this dark?

"Not this," he bit down lightly at the most sensitive part of your inner thigh. "You, inside me. My legs were on your shoulders as you fucked me against the wall, hard."

As a reward for answering his question, he finally moved right where you wanted him. He used his hand to separate your folds, and then his mouth was on your clit, his tongue starting slowly and softly before starting to work up his rhythm.

You were a mess of moaning and pleading. Rooster ate you out like a fucking professional, listening to every intake of breath and every moan, having quickly learned what you liked and how to use it to get you undone, and fast.

"Holy fuck," Soon, two of his fingers joined his efforts, delving inside you, matching the pace of his tongue. "Goddamn, Bradley…"

You knew there was no way you would last like this, not with how amazing he was making your body feel. You were practically seeing stars and were begging him not to stop. A true testament to his experience, he didn't slow down or speed up, knowing how close you were. He maintained the speed and rhythm that was already driving you crazy.

"Bradley… I'm going to cum…" You looked down at him, kneeling in front of you, leg thrown over his shoulder, dark eyes locked on yours, as he ate you out like he was on a fucking mission. The sight alone had you starting to fall over the edge, but when his fingers curled and hit just the right spot, you plummeted head-first into her orgasm. "Fuck!"

Another testament to his experience, he knew exactly what to do to prolong your orgasm without ruining it, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess. Soon, though, your flesh became far too sensitive, and you pulled him up to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his mustache. You'd never been a big mustache girl, but on him, you loved it.

"Please tell me that you're going to fuck me now," you all but whined when you pulled apart. The answering smirk on his face promised delightful things.

"Your wish is my command," He pushed his shorts and underwear down his legs and kicked them to the side, and you finally got your first look at his hard cock. You thought it was big before when you'd felt it, but now you could see that it was huge, and for a second, you worried it might not even fit, but you decided that you didn't care. "Come here."

You obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck as he brought your lips back together and picked you up in one fluid motion. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and from the new position, you could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against you, and all you could think about was that you needed more. He pushed you back into the wall before pausing to look at you.

"Are you sure?" You both knew that after this, there would be no going back to how it used to be.

"Yes." It was all the confirmation he needed, pushing into you gently but firmly. You couldn't help but gasp at the intrusion, feeling mildly like you were being split in half, but it was both slightly painful and exquisite because you had never felt this full before. Your gasp was met with a deep moan from Rooster as he seated himself to the hilt.

"You're so fucking tight," He gave you a second to adjust, and when you nodded, he withdrew almost completely, just to bury himself nice and deep. He swallowed your moan with a kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as he fucked you slowly.

Soon that familiar pressure was building up slowly in your body, and you knew that when you came, you were going to cum hard.

"Hold on to me." You nodded, not able to form words as he shifted your legs from his waist to having the crook of your knees slung over his elbows, changing the angle and allowing him even deeper. With his next thrust, you almost screamed but managed to choke it down.

In this new position, he set a grueling pace, fucking you hard and fast, with you doing your damnedest to not be too loud, but the way he was fucking you made that incredibly difficult. You were getting so close to reaching that peak again when the door to the locker room opened and slammed shut. 

The two of you froze instantly, not wanting to be caught in a more than compromised position but unable to separate without making quite a bit of noise. You could make out a few muffled voices belonging to some of your squadmates but had no idea what they were saying. Someone must have noticed Rooster's things on the bench because soon they called out to him.

"Rooster? That you?" Fanboy called from far too close for comfort. The only bit of luck that seemed to be on your side was that even if one of them came into the showers, they wouldn't see any part of you besides your arms and legs, as opposed to the unobstructed view they'd have of Rooster's incredible ass and chiseled back.

"Yeah." His dick was still hard and practically pulsing inside you. Your brain and body were currently fighting a desperate battle over wanting to finish what they'd started but not wanting to be caught fucking on base, in the locker room, right before training.

"We're going to grab breakfast. Are you in?"

"Yeah, I'll, uh, meet you there."

"Sounds good." The voices drift further away, and you both hear the door again open and shut. Your head fell onto his shoulder, and you released the breath you'd held.

"It is, apparently, not my morning." You said against his skin, and he responded with a dry chuckle.

"Not mine, either." You gasped slightly as he gently pulled out and set you back on solid ground. You pulled away from him and took in his face for a second, the tensing in his jaw and darkened eyes. He was the picture of annoyance, and you were positive your face mirrored his.

"I'm going to get out of here before we risk being discovered, for real this time," you leaned up and kissed him one last time, purposefully keeping it short, not wanting to be any more sexually frustrated than you already were. "Come find me later?"

"You got it, honey." You rinsed off and headed out of the shower, ignoring every part of you that wanted to say fuck it and turn around.

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Can I request reader begging rooster to teach her how to fly?

im basically riffing here, i have no idea what i'm talking about but im such a slut for this man

Rooster Masterlist

"Please, Roos," she whispered as her fingers danced across his chest.

Roos. That name and Bradley would do anything she asked. And she knew it, too. The amount of times she'd asked for something, for him to carry her to the bedroom, for him to take her home early from The Hard Deck to ravage her, for him to let her drive the Bronco. Just 'Roos', and he'd do anything she asked.

But this? He'd been putting this off for weeks now. Every time she asked, he shook his head and kissed her to shut her up. But his resolve had worn thin over the last few days.

Not only would he have her in the air with him, but she'd watch him do what he did best.

Ever since they reconnected, Bradley and Pete (Mav, as Bradley insisted they called him) had a hangar they shared. In it was a plane Pete had restored, and one that Bradley had bought using the money his mother had left him.

Bradley parked the Bronco. As always, he opened her door and took her hand, helping her out of the car. He squeezed her hand as they walked into the hangar.

They climbed into the little plane. Bradley was in the pilots seat and she was behind him, watching what he did over his shoulder. "I'll let you fly her one day, pretty girl," he said before he started it up. "But you're gonna need some practice first."

She kissed him and settled back into her seat.

Bradley got them into the air. There was little he loved more than flying, aside from her, of course. He'd been thinking a lot about what he would do when he retired from the navy. Move them somewhere quiet, become a commercial pilot.

When Bradley had them safely in the air and they were flying steady, Bradley beckoned her over. She climbed into his lap, trying not to obstruct his view of the skies.

As soon as she was sat down, Bradley kissed her. "You can't distract me up here, okay?" He said and she giggled. No, she could wait until they were back in the Bronco to grind her ass against his cock.

Bradley let her fly... sort of. He had his hands over hers, controlling what she did. "That's it, baby," he said. "You're a natural." She wasn't, and Bradley was doing all of the work, but she didn't mind

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"Wan dat, dada!"

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife reader

Summary: Jake sent his wife and his son out on a mommy/son weekend but didn't realize just how stubborn his wife's carbon copy is. Can anyone speak toddler? Hangman definitely can't.

Warnings- swearing.

Part of the Spitfire Universe not necessary to have ready anything else but helpful!

“Wan dat!”

Jake sighs as he places his forehead on top of his hands on the shopping cart handle to take a deep breath before looking back up at his tiny monster, “I know, baby girl, believe me I know you ‘wan dat’ but I don’t know what ‘dat’ is!” 

“Dat!” his beautiful daughter says while vaguely pointing with her chubby little pointer finger that had just been in her mouth.

Jake shudders thinking of all the germs she’s now infested with. What’s with the fingers in the mouth? Why are they always there?

Focus Jake. Bigger fish to fry. He needed to figure out what his daughter wanted but the problem was he’s held every single thing up that he could guess that she was pointing at. They’ve been at this for at least ten minutes and they were both ready to lose their minds because of the other. He could seethe look on his daughter’s face getting more and more exasperated at her father. A face that matches her mother’s.

He doesn’t remember Eli being this stubborn. Eli could be distracted. When he was a toddler Eli was fine with not getting the exact thing he wanted. He had been happy just to be out and about with his daddy. Eli was still always happy when they went places together. He was never fussy.

His daughter though? She was a force to be reckoned with. At 19 months old she had everyone she knew wrapped around her chubby little finger. She was spoiled rotten and Jake wouldn’t have it any other way. Well… except right now. Right this very second he’s so close to losing his shit. 

He’s a goddamn fighter pilot. He’s put in high stress situations all the time and he’s about to lose his shit due to a baby. A baby! 

He can’t call his wife. He refuses to. He told her that he could handle everything while he shooed her and his son out the door for their mama and son weekend getaway, and he will handle everything. Probably. Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

“Dada! Dat!” Ella says while patting her father’s cheek with the hand that’s still covered in slobber.

Jake groans then pretends to snap his teeth at his daughter’s hand causing her to squeal with laughter. At least he can lighten the mood while he’s about to lose his own shit. He’s not sure which thing will be the last straw. His daughter yelling at him or being covered in her spit.

“What about ice cream, pretty girl? Hmm? Does ice cream sound good?” He offers. 

She nods, “Mmmm and dat!” 

Didn’t take the bait. Now he owes her two things and heaven help him if he forgets the ice cream.

“Okay, okay,” He says with a sigh. “I hear you. I promise. You want that.” He stands up and bends down slightly so he’s next to his daughter. “Okay baby girl show me.” 

She wiggles in her seat then points, “Dat dat dat!” 

He tries to follow her finger and her gaze, “The goldfish?” 

“No!” She says, shaking her head with a huff. “Dada wan dat.” She then proceeds to start babbling, none of which is anything remotely close to a word that Jake can understand. Is she speaking a different language? That would be just like his wife to teach their daughter a different language just to fuck with him.

He can’t wait until she can speak. English. He needs her to speak English. He never thought he’d say that. Usually he wants his little baby girl to stay as little as possible. Now? Now he needs her to grow up just a little bit so he can understand her and then back to the staying little as long as possible thing. His son grew up way too fast. He’s too big. Jake’s spent hours watching his son sleep in his big boy bed with tears in his eyes, very manly tears, because of how fast his little boy is growing up. If he could squish his son a little bit so he was smaller again, he would. Maybe he could do the same for his daughter. It was way easier when all she did was cry, which is also something he never thought he would admit. Somehow the screaming and crying that Ella used to do was easier than trying to decipher this gibberish. Infants only really want like six things. He can handle six things.

“How about this princess,” Jake says as he picks Ella up from the cart seat and walks over to the row of shelves. “What do you want? What’s ‘dat’?” 

Ella giggles and pats at some bags of snacks then wiggles in Jake’s arms. 

Jake grabs one of the bags, “This is what you want?” 

She shakes her head, “No.”

Jake sighs, “C’mon princess. Help me, help you.” 

Ella babbles as she starts looking around then starts to wiggle even harder making it hard for Jake to keep a hold of her.

He hears a gasp behind him and turns while his daughter starts to shout, "Nanana! Nana!"

"My pretty girl, what are you doing here?!" Penny says as she walks up pushing a shopping cart half full of items.

Ella continues to wiggle in Jake's arms before he finally sets her down and she toddles her way to her grandma with her arms raised while squealing in excitement.

Penny leans down to pick Ella up and hugs her close, "Are you being such a big helper? Helping daddy do the shopping since mommy is out of town? Yeah I know you are. Such a biggie girl being a helper."

Jake chuckles, "Yeah. Uh huh. Definitely a big helper and definitely not driving her poor father insane asking for 'dat' when he clearly has no idea what ‘dat’ means no matter how many times she repeats it.”

Penny laughs as she rocks Ella lightly back and forth in her arms, "The great Hangman doesn't understand his daughter? I'm shocked we've finally found something you can't do."

"Well hold on now, I didn't say I can't do it, I just said it's hard and I'm past frustrated at this point. We've been in this aisle for like 20 minutes by now and I am no closer to figuring out what she wants and unlike Eli she has some crazy laser focus that makes it impossible to distract her because whatever ‘dat’ is seems to be the most important thing in the world and she won’t take anything else even though I offered ice cream and instead she’s just getting frustrated and somehow I got covered in toddler slobber," Jake whines.

Penny raises her eyebrow, "You done?"

Jake huffs, "For now.”

Penny laughs as she bounces the toddler in her arms, "You know who she gets that laser focus from, don't you?"

Jake shrugs, "Her mother?"

Penny shakes her head while she walks over to the long line of shelves near Jake, "Oh no, not at all. Your wife gets distracted by the littlest of things. Your son takes after her. Your daughter however is all you. The attitude she has might be her mother but that focus is all from her daddy.”

Jake smiles a bit. He hadn't thought of that. He always just assumes his daughter got everything from her mother. She’s certainly beautiful like her mother and smart like her too. It would have never occurred to him that Ella got this from him.

“That stubbornness came from him too,” Penny adds with a snicker then in a sing song voice, “Uh huh. You’re a stubborn little thing just like your daddy here, aren’t you? Yes you are. Oh yes you are.” She tickles Ella’s belly who squeals with laughter again.

Jake grumbles under his breath about not being stubborn before Penny shoots him a look which promptly stops Jake.

“Okay Ella Bella, what is it you want?” Penny asks as she turns Ella towards the shelves.

Ella points her chubby little finger out again, “Dat! Wan dat, Nana!”

“The Teddy Grahams like you had at Nana’s house the other day?” Penny asks walking the two of them closer to the boxes of snacks all lined up neatly in a row.

“Yesh! Dat!” Ella says smacking the box filled with chocolate bear crackers before Penny grabbed a box and walked over to Jake’s cart and threw the box in.

“Problem solved. Here’s your baby,” Penny says with a kiss to Ella’s cheek before she handing Ella back to Jake as he just stares at Penny in shock.

“20 minutes. I stood here for forever and couldn’t figure it out and it took you less than one minute? What the hell?” Jake says as he turned to place his daughter back in the cart seat.

Penny scowls at him, “Language, Seresin. Better hope I don’t tell Mav or your wife.”

“I’m sorry, m’am. My bad,” He says while trying his best to look apologetic but at the same time ‘What the actual hell?!?’ It wasn’t fair. Is he just bad at understanding his daughter? He didn’t think he was. Does this make him a bad dad?

Penny lightly taps his arm with the back of her hand, “You tried your best. You didn’t know she has a new favorite snack that she tried at Nana’s house this week.”

Jake nods while listening to Penny. He did try.

Penny walks back to her cart after grabbing another box of the crackers and throwing it in her own cart, “Don’t forget about that ice cream you mentioned. Don’t want to set your daughter off again.”

Ella smacks her hands on her father’s who had put his hands back on the cart handle to start pushing again, “Dada mmmmm. Dada!”

Jake laughs, “I hear you, princess. Let’s go get you some ‘mmm’ at least that one I understand. Say ‘bye’ to Nana.”

“Bye bye, Nana!” Ella says before attempting to blow Penny a kiss.

Penny laughs, “Bye bye, sweet girl. Go pick out some yummy ice cream with daddy.” She starts to push her cart before stopping and turning towards Jake, “If you need any more help don’t hesitate to ask, Jake. Don’t stand in an aisle for 20 minutes getting upset at your toddler. We’re all here to help you be the best dad that you can be. Never forget that, okay?”

Jake sighs, “Thank you. Really. I appreciate it.”

Penny nods at him before continuing towards the end of the aisle to finish her shopping.

“Let’s go get you your ice cream,” Jake says as he grins at his daughter who looks up at him with a matching grin. Huh, maybe she has more of him in her than he thinks. Who would have thought?

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how about dbf!jake getting jealous? maybe over a younger guy? (who maybe even thinks he's her dad???)

OHMYGOD YES

top gun masterlist | top gun blurbs

Jake can't breathe. His chest is so tight it feels like someone has weighed him down with bricks. He wants to look away. He wants to look anywhere else. But there's no way he can take his eyes off of you. You, or the guy who's talking to you.

He'd only gotten up to order fresh drinks at the bar. He'd been gone for barely two minutes, but when he turns to check on you, there's already a guy standing in front of the little booth the two of you had claimed - and even from here, Jake can see that the smile you've put on is entirely fake.

It takes him exactly five seconds to decide that he can't care less about the drinks. He pushes through the crowd, rams his elbows into way too many people and ignores all of their insults completely. None of that matters.

"Is there a problem?", he growls when he's just a step away from the fucker talking to you. The guy turns to him and has the audacity to only look mildly surprised. He's young, that's the first thing Jake notices. He's about your age. Then Jake notices his service khakis. And then he notices nothing about the guy anymore, because he looks down at you and notices you - the way you're blinking up at him with wide eyes and seem visibly relieved he's back.

"No, sir", the guy says, before turning back at you and smiling. "I was just asking for your daughter's number."

Daughter.

Jake freezes.

Your phone hits the tabletop hard.

Both of you are too stunned to say anything. Your mouth opens and closes without a single word forming on your lips. Jake doesn't even feel like he exists for three seconds. Daughter. Yeah, damn, you're young enough to be his daughter. His daughter. His daughter. His daughter.

"Oh, I'm-", the guy frowns. "Did I say something wrong?"

You clench your jaw and get up, even as Jake keeps standing and staring and not saying anything at all. His mind is reeling. This entire thing would be way easier if the guy was an asshole. Then, maybe, Jake would just revisit his youth for about two minutes, knock the fucker out, throw you into the back of his truck and take you home. But the guy's not an asshole, not really, and the word daughter keeps running through Jake's head in an endless loop.

"Yes", you snarl, grab your phone and your purse and climb out of the booth. "Good night."

You tuck your arm into Jake's and want to pull him with you through the crowd and out of the bar- but your touch seems to suddenly un-freeze him. Within the blink of an eye, he's wrapped his arms around you and slotted your mouths together.

You let out a surprised squeak that melts into a pleased moan, your arms crossing behind Jake's neck all on their own, pressing closer, pushing against him-

"Oh", the guy says. He'd told you his name when he'd come over. You'd forgotten already. You don't really care about it anyway because Jake has his lips on yours, his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips.

He pulls away far too quickly. You're disoriented for a moment too long, your heart hammering, your skin buzzing with heat. God, this man-

"Less dad and more daddy, I get it", the guy grins, and now he is starting to seem like an asshole. A muscle in Jake's jaw feathers. He draws his arms away from you and pulls yours off of his neck.

"Less petty officer, more admiral", Jake says. He doesn't give the asshole another glance. That barely navy fucker doesn't deserve another glance. "Let's get you home, darling."

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once again, some (domestic) flyboy!jake because i miss them. can be read as a standalone but from the flyboy!universe.

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“Can I sleep with you tonight, pleaseeeee,” your daughter ends her request with a loud whine as she tunnels her way into your side, body burrowing further under the covers until only a mop of hair remains peeking out from the top.

You open your mouth to respond, but Jake beats you to it, his head peeking out from behind the sliding door separating your bathroom from your bedroom.

“You know the rules princess,” he says, voice slightly muffled but the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

It makes your 6 year old sigh, as she springs up from hiding place.

“Just once,” she wails, her bottom lip sticking out, arms folded across her chest.

“No,” Jake calls out as you hear him rinse his mouth.

“That’s mean Dad,” she huffs out as she begins to scramble. You watch, an amused tilt on your lips as she frowns, body both scrambling and flailing around in anger as she manages to lower herself, feet first from your bed to the ground before running out of your room and into the hallway.

“Where’s she?” Jake asks as he emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants on, the tips of his hair still damp from his shower.

“Ran back to her room,” you say, amusement painting your features as you tilt your head towards the bedroom door, “you know you could indulge her for once.”

“No,” Jake says as he walks over to your side of the bed. He shakes his head lightly, causing droplets of water to fall on your face. It makes you swat him lightly, the back of your hand coming into contact with his hip, “we let one in and it’ll never stop.”

Jake loved his children, but it was one of his hard rules. Fell asleep in your bed? He was happy to carry a child or two back to their room. Had a nightmare? He was happy to squeeze himself into the child bed until said child fell back asleep, but his bed - that was off limits, a sacred space of sorts if you would.

Jake bends at the waist to place his palms flat against the surface of the mattress, effectively confining you to the space between his arms. He kisses you on the lips; you can feel the dampness of his hair brushing against his forehead.

“I’ll put her to bed,” he says against your lips before pulling away.

“She has your attitude,” you say to which he makes a face.

“We’ll leave her with one of my sisters, can’t have two of us now can we?” He grins at you as he straightens up again.

It makes you chuckle and you roll your eyes at his humour. Jake winks at you before turning to make his way towards the door.

“You’re MEAN,” you hear the little holler from down the hallway and it makes you laugh.

“She does have my attitude,” Jake sighs, shaking his head with a glance back at you, “no, you’re mean,” he hollers back, tone light and amusement heavy in his voice as he makes his way into the hallway

Life was never boring in a house of Seresins.

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The two of you never really discussed what you were, you just were.

aww

night shift

bradley bradshaw x reader

prompt- training for the mission is underway, and y/n has slept in bradley bradshaw's bed for more nights than she'd like to admit. when rooster has a bad dream next to her, it gets a little more personal than no strings attached should get

warnings- angst, cursing, ptsd mentioned, sex mentioned, not exactly smut

An: may be some typos, please give feedback and don't be afraid to request!

Y/n stared at the ceiling, enjoying bradley's arm wrapped tightly around her middle before they had to go back to pretending theyre just friendly collleagues during the work day. 

She hadn't meant to have anything start between the two of them, but a drunken night at The Hard Deck changed that a few weeks ago. Rooster smelled good that day, tan and sculpted by the sun. Maybe his tank top was a little too tight, Hawaiian shirt a little too flowy. She had always thought he was attractive, but the alcohol really brought it out of her. They had been talking all night, rooster bought Y/n a drink. She cracked a tipsy joke and a lopsided smirk grew on his pretty face as he looked at her, head tilted. That's when she knew it was over for her.

Y/n thought she was in the clear when they all left the bar. She just had to go grab her charger from inside his house. Then he asked if you wanted water to sober up before driving home. Harmless. Then you couldn't reach the cup in his cabinet to get said water. Then he came up behind you to grab it for you, brushing against you slightly as he mumbled a "sorry" under his breath right beside you, almost touching your ear. It was then that your last shred of self-control somehow diminished, landing you right into his bed for the night. 

It's been a few weeks since then, and you keep ending up here. It was supposed to just be friends with benefits, no strings attached. But sometimes it wasn't, even though neither of you would admit it. The way he splayed his massive hands across your stomach as he fucked you, gently pushing down so it'd feel better for you. The way that he would trace across your skin with his finger until you fell asleep, whispering praises in your ear, telling you how good you did. It was when he thought you fell asleep that he went to take a shower, kissing you on the forehead while running his thumb gently across your cheek. The two of you never really discussed what you were, you just were. These nights seemed to be doing more harm than good for you. It was hard to stay detached from something like this, spending your nights with someone so often. He didn’t feel like you did, you were sure, so you’d settle. You would take the nights over nothing, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting during the day. 

The glow of Bradley’s alarm clock read 1:34 AM. His room was nicer than you’d expect. More than two pillows on the bed, light blue sheets, ivory paint on the walls. Your favorite part though, was the decor that made Rooster who he was, the decor that nobody else on the team had probably ever seen. Old baseball photos, pictures of his graduating class, polaroids of the beach, of his bronco. It made the room feel warm.

Now here you were, trying to soak it all in before it was a secret again. He hadn’t taken a shower tonight, and wore only boxers next to you. He had fallen asleep on top of you, holding you tight, though he had since rolled over to beside you. He looked so peaceful sleeping, his face void of the serious expression he usually took on. You were laying pressed against him, his arm around your middle holding you in place. You had pulled on some clothes since the hookup, and you now donned one of Rooster’s big t-shirts and your underwear. All your other clothes were trailed around his house somewhere. All you could hear was the combination of your breaths in the late night, and you began to doze off again. 

Then his breath hitched. His arm snaked away from you as he shifted in his bed. His breathing became more rapid, and a sheen of sweat show on his forehead. His dog tag glistened in the night as they jingled across his bare chest. He was having a bad dream. 

This was normal for the military. Bad, traumatic memories linger in the back of your head. It hits you when you least expect it. It even taints your dreams. Everything you refuse to remember when conscious comes to haunt you at night. You have it too, and seeing him like this made your chest ache. He was mumbling now. 

“No no no,” he mumbled. You sat up. He had his jaw clenched; his whole body was tense as he continued mumbling. The breathing didn’t slow. 

“Rooster,” you said out loud, putting your hand gently on his and squeezing. “Rooster,” you said again, louder.

He stayed dreaming. 

“Bradley.” You spoke loud enough but gentle. It was hard coming out of these dreams.

He drew a sharp breath in and sat up, muscles rippling across his back and stomach as he moved. He used the heels of his hands to rub his eyes eyes as he seemed to catch his breath. Your hand hadn’t left his. 

“It’s okay, It’s okay. You were just dreaming,” you say as he tries to get his bearings. You push his hair out of his eyes. It’s messy from sleeping. Still holding his hand, the rapid beating of a pulse can be felt coming from his wrist. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. The covers were pooled at his waist and he looked up at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for- I don’t-“

“Don’t apologize. Here,” you handed him your water from his bedside table. In a quieter voice, you say, “You’re not the only one it happens to. I usually wake up a lot less graceful than you.” You try to let out a small laugh, more nervous than amused, but it wasn’t really funny. Many times have you woken up, tangled in the sheets alone, struggling to get away from something that’s not even there. It’s PTSD, and the military can only do so much to help. The damage is already done, the memories already happened. He looked at you, watching everything you did. He looked exhausted, even though he’d been sleeping. Drained. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, like he didn’t want to disturb any more peace. “Did I wake you up?”

“No.” You didn’t really have any explanation other than that. Oh I was staying awake to remember your touch so I miss it less during the day. Yeah, like that would’ve gone over smooth. 

He nodded. “That’s good,” he said. He ran his hand through his hair, the other that you’re holding still limp in the bed. You (tried to) smoothly let his hand go and put your hand back in your lap. You wanted to do something for him, to help, but thats not what you were here for. It wasn’t your place. You were just a girl in his bed to him. Your hands itched to run through his hair, across his skin, but you couldn’t. “I’m probably gonna go take a shower,” he said.

And off he goes again, didn’t even wait for you to fall asleep this time. You nodded, suppressing the sigh that wanted to erupt out of your chest. 

He gets up, kicking the covers off. He stood in the middle of the hard wood floor of his bedroom, boxers only. The only light was from the moon and the glow of his alarm clock. His muscular silhouette walked towards the bathroom, then faltered, seemingly looking back. 

“Oh. Are you not- uh…” he trails off in the dark. Did he want you to come?

“Oh…I didn’t know I was allowed to.”

You couldn’t see him, but heard a low chuckle in the dark. “..allowed to?”

“Oh shut up,” you said as you rolled out of bed, but you couldn’t help but smirk a bit. You squinted as he flipped on the lights to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door since you were both in there. You took a chance and looked in the mirror. Your hair was wild, with your mascara running down your face in faint lines. What a charmer. 

Bradley had his back turned, turning the shower on. He turned, thumbing the waistband of his boxers to take off. You began to strip as well, and all of a sudden felt shy. He did this to you all the time, but doing it yourself while he watched made your cheeks tinge pink. The overhead light reflecting off the white tile walls didn’t help either. You slid your panties off easily and they dropped to the floor. Then the shirt.  

He pulled you by the hand, and you both stepped under the hot water. 

Once again, he met your gaze. He was being so quiet. 

“What are you looking at?” He tilts his head at you with a slight smirk, his eyes still seemed tired.

“Just…you.” You’re guessing that you’re not hiding your worried expression very well. Your eyes flicked downward and you bit your lip. 

“I’ve still got a pulse, you know, darlin’. I’m gonna live.” 

“I know,” you mumbled, shy. You held one of his hands in yours, keeping from looking at him as you trace over his palm. “I was just…”

“Nervous?” he asked quietly.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. He took your hand that held his and pulled you towards him. The rush and warmth of the water relaxed you slightly. He pulled you close to wrap his arms around your waist. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. This is the most personal you’ve ever gotten. This pained you; somehow being closer to him made it hurt worse, being seen as just a hookup. You would’ve been better off without any of this, any of him, but  you weren’t without him. You were right here, undressed in front of him night after night like clockwork, like having a night shift. You almost groaned out loud.

“You gonna be stiff as a board this whole time or…” There he was teasing you again. 

“Sorry.” You were flustered, and exhausted, not because it was one something in the morning, but exhausted mentally. Who knew no strings attached was so much work? Well, it is when one of you is attached, you guessed.

You let out a sigh, tiredly resting your chin on his tanned, warm shoulder. He tightened his arms around you, his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmured. His mustache and breath tickled your neck, causing you to shiver, and you began to melt all over again. “I don’t want you to be jumpy around me now. I didn’t scare you off did I?” 

You picked your head up, moving back slightly to look at him. He has the hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes are serious. You let out a breathy laugh, releasing some tension.  “No you didn’t scare me off. Still here.”

He smiled, an especially knee-buckling smile, and he pulled you close again.  “Good,” he murmured. “I’d be lonesome if I did.”

You sighed, and a small, shy smile crept onto your face as you rested and leaned against him. “I think you’d find yourself more company in no time.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughed out his words. You just hummed in response. 

“I’ll have you know I’m a gentleman.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

He squeezed your hips playfully. “I cant believe you,” he whispered in your ear, as all space previously between you two went elsewhere. 

The night shift would do.

[witchrecs]

chaotic (and a little silly) pogue reader who never fails to surprise rafe with her dumbass hot takes, even like a year into the relationship.

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sometimes you get extremely specific cravings and immediately have to get them. you wake up fairly early in the morning, rafe's arms around your waist, pressed into your back, his breath tickling your neck as he sleeps.

"rafe"

no reaction.

"rafe."

you pinch his bicep and he groans, burrowing even deeper into your side.

"sleeping. 's too early."

"i'm hungry"

"let me sleep in and i'll buy you anything you want for breakfast.... later."

“i don’t need you to buy me anything,” you insist, wriggling in his arms, “i just need you to let go of me so i can get out of bed and get some soup.”

rafe groans again, not loosening his grip around you and you start to think that he fell asleep again, before he lets go of you, huffing and puffing. you press a kiss to his cheek, before you get out of bed.

“can’t even sleep in peace” you hear rafe mutter as you pad to the bathroom to go do your morning business, before heading to the kitchen downstairs.

it doesn’t take long for rafe to get up again, not having been able to get back to sleep now that you’re gone. he’s also not sure if he heard you correctly, wanting soup for breakfast, but figures that he probably misheard you. after taking a piss and brushing his teeth, he goes downstairs, hearing you tinkering in the kitchen. you’re sitting on the counter, knees up to your chest as you are eating out of your bowl.

“morning baby,” he sighs, kissing your head with a smack and going to make himself a coffee.

“morning grumpy”

rafe rolls his eyes, turning the espresso machine on, before he pauses, turning back to you.

“… did you say you wanted soup for breakfast?”

“I did,” you answer, pouring some more cereal out of the box into your bowl. “i am.”

rafe stares at you, a little slow. he hasn’t had his coffee yet. “what?”

“cereal… breakfast soup.” you continue on, unperturbed, as if you just haven’t said the most insane thing rafe’s ever heard.

“you’re eating cereal,” rafe repeats. “cereal’s not soup”

you lift your head, a frown on your forehead. “cereal is soup. it’s a liquid dish and you eat it with a spoon”

rafe blinks, because you’re definitely not right, but somehow you’re also not wrong, and he’s not quite sure what to say, so he just sighs and turns back to his espresso machine. as the ground coffee falls into the portafilter, he runs a hand over his head, turning to you over with shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“you should hang out less with jj, i feel like he’s starting to rub off on you, and i’m not sure if i like that.”

you only snort into your soup.

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[witchrecs]

Wanted to post this on main and not my fic rec account, but I just want to remind everyone to reblog fics!! I follow @witchrecs and their reblog of Top Gun fics especially by @roosterforme has sent me into the top gun fandom like crazy, and I haven’t even watched the movie yet I know I know I still have to reblog batting practice on my fic rec account, but all of this is to say that reblogging fics work!! If you don’t want it on your main make a fic rec account, you never know who’s going to stumble upon it and maybe inadvertently join a new fandom❤️

Reblog fics guys!!