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topgun-imagines · 10 months

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Forget Me Not (ii)

Requested: no

Summary: Jake struggles with coming to terms with new information from your doctor. Rooster and Phoenix try to convince him to tell you the truth.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Amnesia, memory loss, possibly inaccurate medical terminology, injury’s, plane crash, miscarriage, hospitals, angst.

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife!reader

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“Lieutenant,” the man started, glancing down at his notes. “I regret to inform you,” He paused once more and Jake really wished that the man would just spit it out already. “Your wife was eight weeks pregnant. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done to save the baby.” Suddenly, Jake’s whole world came crashing down around him.

His knees dropped out from under him. Within seconds, Rooster was by his side, grabbing the large pilot before he could crash into the ground. The mustached aviator thanked the doctor quietly as he pulled Jake into him. As the older man stepped away, Jake’s breathing sped up. You were two months pregnant. With his baby. He had no idea and if you did, you probably didn’t even remember by now.

“Jake, you gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.” Bradley murmured as fat tears began rolling down Jake’s cheeks. He hated the fact that he was now crying in front of Bradley and Natasha but at the thought of his wife losing their baby, he couldn’t help it.

Holding him tightly, Bradley waited patiently for the pilot to explain what news the doctor had given him. “She was pregnant,” The pilot eventually choked out. Bradley couldn’t help but focus on the was. “She lost it in the crash. The doctor said that there was nothing that they could do to save it.” Sighing, Bradley squeezed his wingman tighter. He knew that the two of you had been trying to get pregnant ever since you got married. The two of you would make amazing parents, everyone was sure of it.

Now, Jake not only had to deal with the fact that he couldn’t tell you that you were married, he also couldn’t tell you that you were pregnant. He sniffled quietly in Bradley’s arms. Jake had no idea what he was going to do.

You woke up to the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Blinking slowly, you sat up on the squeaky bed and groaned as your joints cracked. A few moments passed as you sat in silence, mulling over everything that had happened since you woke up. You instantly thought of Jake. the man was so familiar and yet you couldn’t even remember him. It was driving you crazy.

Seconds later the same nurse from earlier walked in, interrupting your train of thought. She smiled at you kindly. “How are you feeling now, Dear?” The elderly woman questioned as she began taking your vitals. You watched her silently for a few seconds.

“A bit better,” You started. “My breathing is a little easier and my leg doesn’t hurt as bad,” You gestured toward your leg resting on the bed in a white cast. The nurse nodded, jotting down a few notes before informing you that she would be back later and moving to step out of your room. “Could you actually do me a favor ma’am?” You question shyly. She nodded, looking up and watching you patiently. “Could you please send Jake in?”

With a knowing smile, the elderly nurse nodded and stepped out of your room to fetch the pilot. There were butterflies fluttering all around your stomach as you willed yourself not to stare at the door. You didn’t know why you were so anxious to see him. The gentle knock on your door had your head turning so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jake was standing there with a hesitant look on his face. If you looked close enough, you could see the tear stains on his cheeks. You blushed slightly under his heavy gaze and patted the arm of the chair next to you. “How’re you feeling?” Jake questioned as he sat down on the plastic chair. At that moment you realized that he had spent four days waiting for you to wake up in that same uncomfortable plastic chair, and never complained one bit. Did you really mean that much to him?

“A bit better,” You started, noticing the small smile that rose on Jake’s face. “I still can’t remember anything, if that’s what you’re wondering.” That was all he could have wanted. You assumed that that was all he was worried about.

Immediately, the pilot began shaking his head. “That isn’t all I was asking. I really did want to know if you were okay,” Now it was your turn to smile, cheeks turning a crimson colour at the sincerity of his words. Jake grinned. He was glad that he could still make you smile like that. “I was wondering, if you’re feeling up to it,” He started. “If you would like to meet some friends?” He watched you carefully to gauge your reaction.

You sucked in a breath. Even though you were anxious to meet people that you may not even remember, you knew that it would need to happen eventually. For some reason, You trusted Jake. Part of you knew that he would never purposely put you in an uncomfortable position. You nodded and Jake smiled softly.

After a few last words, Jake stepped out of the room to retrieve Bradley and Natasha. You waited anxiously, plucking at a loose thread on the scratchy hospital sheets.

Phoenix had her head resting on Bradley’s shoulder as she watched him play Candy Crush. His thumb stopped moving across the screen when he heard someone approach them. Through sleepy eyes, Phoenix looked up at Jake. The two tired pilots waited for Jake to begin speaking. “She wants to see you two,” Without further explanation, they stood from the hard chair and followed Jake down the hall. He stopped them in front of your room. “Please, don’t say anything about us or the baby.” Jake practically pleaded with them. They nodded with sympathetic expressions.

When your door cracked open, your head shot up to watch who was going to walk in. Jake came in first, followed by a woman that looked oddly familiar, you just couldn’t remember her name. But you could remember seeing her at a navy bar one night. It was just after you were stationed in Lemoore. And then the second person walked in. You immediately recognized the mustache.

“Bradley?” Jake felt his stomach drop. You remembered Bradshaw, and yet you couldn’t remember your own husband. Bradley spoke your nickname quietly, looking at Jake for permission before sitting in that same uncomfortable chair. “Why,” You started, glancing between Bradley, the strange woman, and Jake. You couldn’t help but notice the empty look in his eyes and the white skin around his knuckles as he clenched his fists. “Why can I remember you and no one else?”

Bradley smiled at you gently. The two of you had been stationed overseas when you first met. It was only a few months before when you met your future husband. You and Bradley had instantly hit it off, and ever since then, he had thought of you as a little sister. “I think it's because we met first.” He was trying to communicate a silent message to Jake. The only reason that you could remember Bradley and not him was simply because you met first. Not because you cared about Bradley more than Jake.

Jake nodded to himself, knowing that whether he wanted to believe it or not, Bradley’s words were true. Seconds later, you were nodding as well.

Standing up, Bradley moved next to Phoenix, encouraging her to introduce herself. The female pilot had tears in her eyes. Over the past three years, ever since you met, the two of you had become best friends. She was your maid of honour when you got married to Jake. Even though you couldn’t remember it, she was there to hold your hair back when you were throwing up, she was there every time you anxiously took a pregnancy test, and she was there for you after each negative result. She knew you better than anyone and the same was true for you.

“My name’s Natasha,” She started. Her words were watery and she willed herself not to cry. “We met a few years ago in Lemoore and we’ve been best friends ever since.” Now you were almost in tears. You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten your own best friend.

Jake watched as you and Phoenix became reacquainted, the female pilot filling you in on all the crazy adventures you had over the past few years. There was a small smile on his face. He loved seeing you happy, and the bright grin on your face was the best sight he had seen in weeks. He shared a look with Bradley, silently thanking him for staying by his side throughout all of this. The two of them sat down on the other plastic chairs in the far corner of the room, watching you and Natasha laugh with soft smiles.

Everything seemed to be taking a turn for the better now. Given everything that happened yesterday, Jake was almost positive that things would never get better. He knew that eventually, he would have to tell you everything. But for now, he was only focused on the wide smile on your face. Maybe everything would be okay after all.

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Next thing you know - Jake Seresin Imagine

A/N: This is a super cute imagine that I could not get out of my head. It is super fluffy and follows your relationship with Jake

Warnings: Pregnancy and tooth rotting fluff <3 Also, this is unedited so I'm hoping there aren't too many mistakes

“Rooster, just hit the damn ball.” Jake’s eyes rolled as he leaned against the wall of the Hard Deck. It was a typical Friday night and the bar was buzzing with the excitement of the upcoming weekend. The dagger squad was all there as was tradition after a long week and this weekend was no different.

As Rooster was taking his time, Jake let his eyes wander around the bar. His gaze landed on you, a super pretty girl he had never seen before. You were wearing civilians and leaning against the bar next to some other female aviators. You caught his attention immediately. Your smile lit up the bar and your laugh was absolutely infectious. He had to know your name.

He approached, a smirk on his lips as he leaned against the bar beside you. He ordered a beer for himself before asking you what you were drinking, which you told him happily. The two of you sat there flirting back and forth all night, laughing and carrying on. “Can I take you on a proper date?” Jake was hopeful as he leaned closer to you at the bar, his words in your ear as you giggled and nodded, kissing his cheek before you left with your friends.

He was smitten from that first date, though he wouldn’t admit it. But, when he showed up on your door step with the prettiest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen, you were pretty smitten with him too. The two of you became serious fairly quickly and you spent all your time together.

“When is she moving in?” Phoenix’s words were laced with teasing as you walked up to the bar at the hard deck, ordering drinks for your boyfriend and the rest of the squad. They had welcomed you in with open arms, insisting that you made hangman bearable. “Not for a while, guys. We’re not there yet.” The words left hangman’s mouth as he watched you, an easy smile on his lips. You were a new light in his life and he was already so in love with you.

However, a few months later he would eat those words as the two of you sat in his living room. You were cuddled up to him, your head on his chest and his arms lazily thrown around you. “Move in with me.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. The minute he said the words you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to judge his facial expressions. Once you realized he was serious you burst out into a bright grin and nodded, agreeing as you kissed him hard.

You started to slowly move your things in, finding a place for everything. You had talked to Jake and had decided on throwing out his old rug in his room and replacing it with yours, but he had one stipulation, his deer head got to stay. It was from his last ever hunt with his Grandpa, and it was special to him. You agreed, deciding to decorate it randomly with hats and things for the holidays. You made it fun. You made the space both of yours and you couldn’t have been happier.

The next few months went by smoothly as you and Jake got used to living together, each day an adventure that the two of you couldn’t wait to go on. You got to wake up next to each other and go to sleep together every night. You had late night conversations, morning cuddles, and afternoon kitchen dances to old country music. It was everything you didn’t know you needed. Life was going absolutely perfect.

“Mom was in such a hurry for us to get here, I don’t know why.” Your confusion laced your words as you and Jake walked up to your parents house. You were knocking on the door when you turned to look at Jake and you saw him down on one knee, a beautiful box and ring in his hand. Your moms door opened and she was sitting there grinning, tears in her eyes as you immediately said yes and threw your arms around Jake. You were getting to marry your best friend and the love of your life.

The months leading up to the wedding were a dream come true. Jake wanted you to have the best of everything. Anything you wanted, count it as done. You were able to plan your fairy tale wedding down to your Prince Charming. He would be standing across from you at the altar, his navy dress whites making him look handsome as ever across from you. There were lots of tears shed and more smiles and laughs had.

At the reception, it was considered the party of the year. Rooster was already half drunk during his best man speech, but he made sure that you knew how special you were to everyone. He saw how happy you made Jake and that’s all that mattered. The speech brought you to tears and Jake helped you to carefully wipe them away. The night was absolutely beautiful. It was everything you could have wanted. Jake loved showing you off as his new wife, calling you Mrs. Seresin as much as he could and constantly bragging on you. The two of you radiated so much love for each other that it was like you were glowing.

After all the wedding excitement, you were headed to Hawaii. You guys were excited to spend a week on the beach, forgetting sunscreen existed. You both got pretty bad sunburns the first day. However, you had never felt so content. You had a week of relaxation with your best friend and husband by your side. No navy to interrupt, no rooster (you loved him, but he could be a lot sometimes), and no responsibilities. You just had to enjoy your time with Jake, and that was the easiest thing in the world.

Once you two got home, you started looking into buying a house. Jake had one in mind and he knew you would love it. It was one you had said you loved and you had looked at it a lot. Well, Jake had taken it upon himself to make sure that you got that dream home. He hired a realtor and the two of you bought the house and turned it into a home. It was a dream come true.

The next few years went by fairly quickly, your new house becoming a home. Jake got a big promotion in the Navy and was home a lot more now; which was something you both loved. Jake was getting more and more used to being a husband and he loved every single moment with you. “I’m ready for kids.” His words were random as you laid on the couch one day, your eye brows furrowing together, a look of pure love on your face. “Really?!” “Really, baby girl.”

The two of you got too it and had been trying for months. You were taking pregnancy tests and hoping for the best; when one day it popped up positive. You were elated and you couldn’t wait to tell Jake. He was at work, but you had the test sitting out on the counter. As soon as he got home, you pulled him into the bathroom and waited for him to notice. He picked up the test and looked at you, tears rolling down your cheeks as you nodded. “I’m going to be a dad?” You felt him run over and pick you up, spinning you in his arms. “You’re going to be a dad, Jake.”

Your pregnancy flew by, Jake and you both being absolutely terrified yet excited for the new baby to come. You found out you were having a little boy and you were over the moon. You guys had decorated the nursery in planes and his new wardrobe was packed full of clothes from your family and Jake’s both. You guys had everything planned out, down to his name, Colton Lee Seresin.

It was bearing your due date and you felt like you were going to explode. Jake was a very dotting husband, your every wish his command as he tried to make things as easy as he could. But, as you stood in the kitchen making dinner one night, you felt your water break. You were in shock, Jake’s name barely leaving your lips as he rushes in to check on you. “It’s time.” And with those two words, he was rushing to get the emergency diaper bag ready.

He helped you into the truck, speeding as carefully as he could to the hospital. Once you were situated he was sitting next to you in the delivery room, his clothes replaced with scrubs and a sterile hat that covered his head. You were giggling at how silly he looked as he squeezed your hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was an amazing moment and they soon told you to start pushing. “How you doing there dad?” The doctor asked, smiling at Jake as it fully sank in. He was about to be a dad.

After a couple of hours of pushing, your little boy was placed in your arms. You and Jake were instantly in love, the tiny bundle of joy eliciting big emotions from both of you. Tears of joy and happiness left your eyes as you held him close. He was your new purpose. He was the new light of your life.

Jake took the two of you home once it was time, an easy smile on his lips as he watched you try to show Colton around his nursery. “And look, this is the kind of planes your daddy flies.” Your voice was soft as you pointed at the F-18 on the mobile of planes, the tiny bundle making cooing sounds in your arms. “Yeah, I think it’s pretty cool too.” Your voice was hushed as you sat him carefully in the crib, walking over to Jake and into his arms.

Jake felt like he was falling in love again as he watched Colton grow up and become his own person. He was starting to walk and starting to talk and every single new milestone was beyond amazing to the blonde pilot. He was sitting on the floor of the nursery with the little boy when he heard the words Dadda leave his lips. Jake got teary eyed as he yelled for you, encouraging the boy to say the words again. When he did, you both had tears of proudness rolling down your cheeks.

He was growing like a weed, and you had been told repeatedly that kids grow fast. But, you never realized just how fast. In what seemed like no time, you were taking Colton to his first day of school. You were dropping him off and your social little boy waved bye at you and ran inside to make friends, your heart running off with him. You were proud, but you didn’t expect it to be this hard.

“Time is going by too quick.” The words left Jake’s lips as he watched his son, now 14 getting ready for his first date with a girl from his class. He had asked her out and was super excited to go to the movies with her. Jake had given him the speech already of how to be a gentleman and you had given him money to use to treat her tonight. Before he left, he threw his arms around the both of you and told you he loved you. It was enough to make you both emotional.

“Dad, I wrecked the car.” The words left Colton’s mouth as he walked into your room at half past midnight. You had been asleep, but had woken up when you heard Jake raising his voice. Colton had just gotten his driver’s license and his first car a couple of months ago. As you heard the fight get more heated you got out of bed and walked in, putting your hand on Jake’s bicep. “Honey, calm down. We can get him another car.” Your voice was soft enough to calm down your husband, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. “We’ll finish talking about this tomorrow.” His voice was a promise as you walked over to your son, looking him in his eyes as you placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” With that, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and told him to get to bed.

“I got accepted to USC!” You heard the screams of victory coming from the front room as you walked in and saw Colton excitedly dancing around the room with his girlfriend, Sydney. “We’re both going, I can’t wait!” He pulled her into a hug and you heard Jake inhale a deep breath. “That’s all the way across the country.” His voice was quiet and sad as you patted his back, walking into the living room. The conversation shifted to how far away the college was, and if they were serious about it. When they both reassured you it was what they wanted, you took the opportunity to console Jake. He would be okay, he was his boy after all.

Colton had gone on to USC and had taken an interest in becoming an engineer. You and Jake fully supported him and Sydney as the two continued to date through college. Once graduation hit, you watched as your son proposed to the love of his life and you got to gain a daughter-in-law. You welcomed her into the family with open arms, so excited for the two of them.

Their family continued to grow along with yours as you got word that Sydney was pregnant with twins, a little boy and a little girl. You and Jake were over the moon ecstatic to be grandparents, watching them go through all the milestones the two of you went through in your younger years. She went through all the same things you did, often coming to you for advice. You gave it gladly, treating her like your own daughter.

Once the twins were born and old enough to hang out at your and Jake's house, the two of you knew you did good. You were able to fall more in love with each other as you watched the interactions with the grandkids. The two of you often took them to church and then out to get icecream after, treating it as a tradition you were starting. Jake also loved getting to take them out fishing and teaching them just like he taught Colton.

"We made an amazing life for ourselves." The words left Jake's lips as you sat next to him on the porch, your grandchildren running around the yard and playing. Sydney and Colton were inside fixing dinner, telling you and Jake to relax. It was an amazing moment and you couldn't agree with your husband more. "I'm so glad I didn't just brush you off as a cocky pilot the day we met." Your words were teasing as he reached over to squeeze your hand, his laughter ringing out. "I love you, baby." You smiled easily at him, your head leaning back against your rocking chair. "I love you too."

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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"I've had it..."

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: 18+, your typical friends (and temporary roommates) to lovers 😁, annoyed and frustrated Reader, heavy & passionate make-out session, eagerness, a few things end up broken - collateral damage, brief spanking (both parties), some grinding and groping, mentions of nakedness, Bradley is sweet and big 🙈 (this should be canon), implied funny sexy times, mentions of multiple orgasms, potential Lieutenant kink (????), lots of banter & jokes, lots of cursing as well, hopefully I didn't forget something - while it is 18+ and minors should not be reading this, it's nothing too graphic but more cute & funny smut(ish) fic 😊

It was supposed to be temporary. Bradley told you he'd crash at your apartment for a few weeks, just until he graduated from Top Gun. He called himself your temporary, barely there roommate.

Then, three weeks later, he graduated. At the top of his class no less and you were his plus one. It was a nice event, the party was awesome and it was almost bittersweet, but you were excited to have the flat all to yourself again. Bradley was supposed to leave right after, a day or two later.

It's been 46 days and he is still here. Yes, you have been counting.

You were glaring daggers at him as you leaned over your kitchen bar, sipping your morning coffee. He fell asleep on the couch again, with all the dirty dishes laying all around him. Your eye twitched as he turned his back to you and you revealed a stain on your couch.

Your couch is not worth jail time. You had to remind yourself.

It was fun having him back in the city, but Bradley really overstayed his welcome and you were running out of patience. It wasn't so much that his presence was annoying you, just his habits. For example when he leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Or takes the first towel he comes across, which is usually yours as he tends to leave his all over the apartment. Or even though you have repeatedly told him to clean after himself he is usually too tired to do it. And you understood him in the beginning as he came back home at weird hours and you gave him a pass even though you wanted to throw the dirty clothes and dishes in or at his face. But you knew it was temporary, so you just sucked it up and cleaned instead of him.

But now it was starting to seriously piss you off. On top of it, it didn't help that you weren't able to hook up with anyone for over 6 weeks and it was starting to show in your bratty attitude, which didn't go over Bradley's head. He just figured it was that time of the month for you.

Shit hit the fan a few days later. You were trying to drop subtle hints for Bradley that he should move out of your apartment, so when he said he had a surprise for you, you naturally assumed that he was going to tell you he's leaving.

Not throw a fucking party.

You had an awful day at work and even needed to stay longer at the office. Since Bradley took over your home office, you have been working from your actual office which included a 20 minute commute.

The only thing holding you upright was the thought of the bath you were going to take when you finally breached the threshold. As you searched for your keys you realized the loud music was coming from your apartment and not from your neighbors like you assumed. And as you opened the door, your face froze in an unbelievable expression. There was a whole bunch of people in your apartment, food was everywhere, glasses littered every available surface and Bradley was happily playing the piano and singing with his Top Gun colleagues.

You'd be amazed by his skill, if you weren't so pissed.

"The hostess finally arrived!" Fanboy greeted you with a hug and Phoenix came to give you a kiss. You could feel anger bubbling in your body and you pursued your lips. Making your way quickly to Bradley, you put your hand over his, stopping his playing and silence fell.

"I need everyone to get out." No one moved until you whistled. "I said move it people, the party's over. Go home."

"Party pooper." Fanboy pouted and you clasped his shoulder.

"I had a long day, Fanboy, maybe another time, okay?"

As the last person left and the front door closed, you stared at it for a few seconds, before turning to Bradley.

"What the FUCK was that, Bradley?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you!" He defended himself.

"A fucking party? That was your idea of a surprise?!"

"Well yeah, you've been so uptight lately I thought you needed to let loose a bit. Hence the party."

"Let me get this straight," you pinched the bridge of you nose. "the only solution that crossed your mind was 'Hey, let's have a party so that when she comes home she'll have to deal with a bunch of people and clean up after them. Damn Bradshaw, you've done it again, what a fucking brilliant idea!' not that maybe you should move out?"

"You want me to move out?"

"Yes! My God, Bradley, you have been here for 52 days! This is MY apartment and you have no lease, no rent, no anything - you can't just do whatever the hell you want."

"I did this for you! You have been acting like a brat lately and I thought this would do you some good." You stared at him, not believing tgat he just called you a brat.

"A brat? That's it, I've had it, Bradshaw! I've had it with your inability to pick up after yourself and that there are never enough towels or glasses because you take everything in your vicinity without any regard whether or not it's actually yours!" You poked him in his chest with each sentence and Bradley retreated until his butt hit the piano.

"Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're pissed off?" Bradley smirked before he grabbed your neck, pulling you to him and meeting you half way, dipping down to capture your lips.

You wanted to shove him off, but by God did kissing another human feel nice...and feeling a warm body next to yours...

God...you really missed sex.

As your arms sneaked around his shoulders to bring yourself closer to him, your mind decided to play a particular set of memories to you - a naked Bradley montage. The times you have seen him in just a towel, in grey sweatpants, topless and that time where his penis peaked through his towel when he sat in front of the TV, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to strangle him because his wet towel was touching your sofa, so your consciousness was not paying attention to the badly played hide-and-seek game.

"This is a terrible idea." You commented as you broke for air.

"Agreed, but I" Bradley emphasized before he stepped closer to you. "have had it with your brat attitude this past few weeks. You need to get laid badly and tomorrow I promise I'll pack my bags and we will pretend this didn't happen." He grabbed at your ass pushing you towards him.

"As long as I get your ass out of my home office." You moaned as your pelvis ground into his. He slapped your ass with both hands, making you yelp in surprise.

"That's for being such a pain in my ass." He was caught off guard as you slapped his ass in return.

"YOU have been a pain in MY ass."

"Well, I'll be a pain in your pussy soon too." You laughed at your friend.

"What does that even mean?"

"I don't know, I was just trying to continue our banter." Bradley laughed as well, his cheeks tinting a tiny bit.

"Just come here and kiss me again. You were right, I need to get laid. Now." Grabbing at his collar you pulled him back to you. As you stumbled blindly through the apartment, several glasses left by your previous guests fell on the floor, crashing into hundreds of pieces.

"Leave it." Bradley groaned into your mouth and you giggled in his. There was no way you were stopping this to clean the mess that was starting to appear around you. Bradley tried spinning you around, to land on the couch but his shin bumped into the coffee table and you wanted to go back to the bedroom and on your way to spin you both around, your elbow connected with the windowsill and knocked over your orchid.

"Fuck." Bradley groaned as he stepped into the pot shards. "Screw this." He grabbed at your ass and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. "There much better." He panted into your open mouth and pushed you into the wall, earning a loud yelp of protest as your head hit the wall. All was forgiven when your lips reconnected and in return you bit his lower lip.

"Get these clothes off of you." You moaned into the kiss as your fingers dug into his abs.

"Why don't you give me a hand?" Bradley suggested.

"Put me down." When your feet touched the ground, you took his hand and pulled him with you towards your bedroom. He stood in front of your bed and you pushed down his Hawaiian T-shirt and pulled off his wife beater, leaving his dog tags to cool his heated skin. Your fingers slid down the chain and turned them around.

"I don't want to take these off."

"I don't want you to take them off." Bradley watched you as you read what was written on them. "Besides, you are now overdressed." Bradley's fingers played with your dress shirt collar, before he slowly started opening the buttons. Your breath came out shaky as he stuck his hand into your dress pants to untuck the shirt to open it and reveal your lacy nude bra underneath.

"I think we're now even." You breathed out as goosebumps appeared on your skin as his hands slowly pushed your shirt over your shoulders and it fell on the floor.

"Not yet." He whispered under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the bra straps that he pulled over your arms and unclasped the front of your bra.

"Fuck. Your tits are perfect." He commented as the bra was also discarded.

"That's a weird compliment." You replied. You honestly felt a bit awkward as he just stared at them.

"I know, but like..." His hands clasped and played with them. "They fit perfectly in my hands...Sorry, I guess I'm just in awe whenever I see breasts." Bradley woke from his trans, sensing your awkwardness.

"Does it do anything for you?" He then asked.

"If you play with them?" Bradley nodded. "Not really - at least not in like this position that we are in. During the actual act I don't hate it."

"Noted. I'll keep my hands off them until then." He gave you a big smile before he kissed you again. Even though there was this awkward moment it didn't pull away from the heat that you felt when you started, which you were thankful for. It did help a lot that there was some skin to skin contact and that Bradley was a really good kisser that didn't use his tongue too much. You broke the kiss to let out a giggle when he struggled with your dress pants. In all fairness you also had problems when you first got them.

"Let me give you a hand." Reaching behind you unbuttoned the cami belt and pulled it out of the loops, revealing the second and third buttons and two hooks.

"You really weren't expecting to have sex today."

"Least of all with you."

"Yet you still wear matching lacy underwear." Bradley raised his eyebrow.

"Well you caught me on a good day and also, under these clothes I can't wear anything else." Your pants fell on the floor and you waited for a second. "Your turn."

"You're very impatient for someone that wasn't expecting to have sex."

"Well you got me all hot and bothered, Lieutenant Bradshaw, so I expect that my needs get taken care of."

"Yes, Ma'am." He saluted before unbuttoning his pants. Pressing your lips together your eyes followed his movements, until he was standing naked in front of you.

"Damn."

"I know. It's big." Bradley scratched the back of his head.

"You're definitely on the large side." You smirked, making him blush again.

"Let's go, Lieutenant, I don't have all night."

"Fuck, you need to stop this, I don't need another kink hanging over my head." He kissed you again, turning you around and pushing you on the bed.

When you woke up, you expected Bradley to be gone. Or at least packed to leave. Which explained the shocked expression you wore as you saw him in the kitchen, cooking in his boxer briefs.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead." He smiled as he turned around and saw you standing in the kitchen doorframe.

"Good morning, Bradley. I'm confused...why are you still here?"

"Well...I didn't want to leave after we slept together yesterday. I thought that maybe we could talk over breakfast since it got heated last night." He divided the omelette in two parts, garnishing it with basil and parsley before passing you to serve them on the dining table. As your gaze followed him, you realized the apartment was clean. Your annoyed expression softened.

"Sure. Let's talk." You relented and took a seat next to your friend / one-night stand.

"Bon appetite." He smiled and you nodded in return.

"So, how did you like what we did yesterday?" He asked carefully as you ate.

"I think my orgasms would've given you a clue." You joked, but your smile turned tender as Bradley waited for your honest answer. "I liked it a lot, Bradley. It was nice to laugh in between. And you know what you're doing down there."

"Thanks." He sheepishly smiled. "Okay then this maybe won't be so farfetched as I thought." You looked at him quizzically.

"This is something that I've been thinking for a while now. I like you. As more than a friend. And after yesterday...would you consider giving me a shot?" You blinked. "As a boyfriend?"

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the talented creator! 🙏😊 (thank you for this GIF, I didn't notice the tongue before in the movie 🤭)

I left it as a cliffhanger / open ending and you can decide for yourself what might happen 😊

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Mission Accomplished

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader

TW:angst with happy ending, swearing, I think that's it

Summary: You’ve spent the last two years running from your past but your luck runs out when you come face to face with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. (Based on this request)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: a month later and I finally got around to tackling this request. I hope it lives up to your expectations nonny!

You take a deep breath as you walk down the beach in front of the Hard Deck. It's a regular occurrence now, it helps you clear your head. You transferred to Hawaii when you and Bradley split after the Uranium mission two years ago, but after a recent injury, you were sent back to San Diego. You've been teaching at Top Gun for the last three months and you just received medical clearance to get back to flying.

You were hoping to be sent back to Hawaii, but you just found out you're being assigned to another special detachment. The briefing is on Monday and you're taking the weekend to sort out your emotions. You're praying they don't bring the Dagger Squad back together but with your luck, the past you've been running from will probably be waiting for you bright and early.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a confused shout of your name, followed by feet hitting the sand. You stop in your tracks and your entire body tenses. It would seem that past you're trying to avoid couldn't wait.

Before you can think of an escape plan, Hangman is standing in front of you with a bright smile. "I'll be damned. It is you." He pulls you into a hug and you relax a bit. The two of you were close friends when you were both stationed at Top Gun. You always felt bad about leaving Jake behind when you took off, but he was a tie to Bradley and you couldn't stand it at the time.

He pulls back and you return his grin. "In the flesh." You laugh while doing a quick pose. He shakes his head like he can't believe you're really in front of him. "I'm guessing you're here for the detachment?" He asks and you nod your head.

"I'm assuming if we're both here, the rest of the Avengers aren't too far either?" You sigh and Jake laughs at your old nickname for the team. He nods his head to gesture behind you and you turn your head slightly. You groan when you see the rest of the team, including a certain curly-haired pilot.

You look back at Jake and see his eyes light up as he gets an idea. "We're playing dogfight football. You should come join." He's barely gets the last word out before you violently shake your head no. "Absolutely not. That's a terrible idea."

Jake rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, taking a wide stance in front of you. "Come on, it's the least you can do after disappearing without so much as a 'fuck you' two years ago." He smirks and you give him a death glare. "That's low, even for you."

"Maybe," he shrugs. "But it's working isn't it?" You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Fine," you point your finger at him. "One round. That's all you're getting. And you owe me a drink." Jake gives a victory fist pump and small cheer before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Deal." He says leading you to the group.

Phoenix is the first one to notice the two of you and she shoots up off the sand. "Holy fuck. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were in Hawaii!" She runs forward and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, all but squealing in your ear.

You laugh lightly and hug her back. You forced yourself to lock away anything to do with this portion of your life, and you didn't realize just how much you missed everybody.

She pulls away and leads you to sit down where you're met with a chorus of excited 'welcome backs' and a few fist bumps. You feel Bradley staring at you but do your best to ignore his presence.

"I got hurt during an ejection a few months ago so I've been teaching here." Phoenix's eyes widen at the information but she stays silent. "Just got clearance and the first thing they do is put me on a special detachment with you clowns." You jest and Jake laughs as he sits and passes you a cold beer.

Jake claps his hands together and stands abruptly. "Let's get this party started. Dibs on Y/N." You smile and stand next to him, gently bumping your shoulders together. You hear Bradley scoff and don't bother to hide your irritation.

"I don't think that's fair. You can't call dibs on another person." He gripes rising to his feet.

You eye him with annoyance and place your hands on your hips. "It's a real shame nobody asked for your opinion." You bite out and you hear Jake cough to cover up a laugh.

Bradley's face is hard as he stares at you, but you can see emotion swimming in his eyes. If you didn't know any better you'd think it was hurt and…longing? That doesn't make any sense though. Last you heard Bradley has a revolving door of girlfriends.

Your focus is brought back when the group finishes pairing off and starts walking further down the shore. One round your ass, you're here to win now.

An hour later and the two teams are neck and neck. You watch as Bob passes the ball to Bradley and before you can think, you're sprinting after your ex.

You tackle Bradley around the waist and he falls to the sand with a loud 'oof'. "Don't let that hurt your ego too much." You taunt and he smirks up at you. You narrow your eyes and point an accusatory finger in his face.

"Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You're pissing me off." You turn on your heel and stomp off, not noticing the rest of the group watching the interaction.

Phoenix shakes her head and turns to Jake. "When are those idiots going to realize they still love each other?' She sighs and Jake shrugs. "Maybe they need a shove."

After another few minutes, you score the winning touchdown and laugh loudly as Jake picks you up to spin you around. He lingers for a second and you notice him look at your lips before he sets you down.

Your eyebrows shoot up at the behavior, but before you can ask what the hell it was about, Jake has you thrown over his shoulder with his hand just below the curve of your ass. "Let's get you that drink, Champ."

Meanwhile, Bradley feels his face get hot and his fists clench as he watches the two of you. Jake? Really? The two of you had always been close but you wouldn't go for your ex's frenemy. Would you?

Jake sets you down on the patio of the Hard Deck and you look up at him with adoration. Jake is a handsome man, but the two of you have never come close to crossing that line. He looks behind you and gets a mischievous look in his eyes.

Before you have time to question it, you hear Bradley. "Get lost." His voice is laced with venom and Jake raises his hands in surrender before sending you a wink and leaving the two of you alone.

You turn to Bradley with a scowl. "What the hell was that about?" His eyes are dark and he's in a defensive stance. "I could ask you the same thing." He scoffs and you feel confusion wash over you. "I know what you're doing! The last time you smiled like that, you were looking at me." He spits.

Within seconds you feel rage replace your confusion. Truthfully, you would never go there with Jake, but you want nothing more than to hurt Bradley right now.

"What I do and who I do it with is none of your business." You bark. "If you're here to talk about feelings, I'm out." You turn to walk into the Hard Deck and Bradley grabs your wrist.

"Don't walk away from me." He frowns and you whip around. "Let go of me." You seethe. "I'm not the one who walks away Bradley. That's you, remember?" Bradley can see the pain you're trying to mask and he softens a bit, releasing your wrist.

"I didn't want to hurt you." His voice is soft and you laugh bitterly. "You didn't want to hurt me? Well, guess what asshole, you hurt me." You shake your head in disbelief at the man in front of you. "We could have had a future, you know. I wanted it all with you. But you ruined it."

Bradley feels his heart snap and you walk towards the entrance to the bar but stop with your hand on the knob. You face him once more, this time your voice less lethal. "Why do you care who I'm with anyway? You've moved on. Can't I do the same?"

You look at Bradley through your lashes and he looks puzzled. His brows furrow and he takes a tentative step toward you. Your heart flutters when his cologne wafts over to you. He smells exactly the same, and you fight to keep your knees from wobbling.

"Do I look like I've moved on?" The question is rhetorical and you don't move back as he takes another step forward. He's only a couple feet away now and you feel your breathing start to quicken at the proximity.

"You're all I can think about. I feel your absence in everything that I do, everywhere I go. I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. It's you. It's always been you. I was an idiot, I thought that losing you on purpose would be easier than you being taken from me. It was never because I stopped loving you." He's directly in front of you now and he reaches up to wipe a tear you didn't realize had fallen.

"When I heard you got hurt, my soul left my body. I requested this assignment when Mav told me you were here. I'm so in love with you it hurts and I can't bear to be away from you anymore." You're full-on crying now and he leans forward to place your foreheads together.

You feel his minty breath on your lips and you whimper. "I know you love me too. Please, tell me you love me too." He begs and you try to put distance between you. Bradley can hear his heart break when you pull away and a tear falls down his cheek.

You take a deep breath and will your voice not to crack. "I don't love you, Bradley."

His throat constricts and he frantically shakes his head. "Don't say that, baby. I know I fucked up. I know I did but don't shut me out. Let me in. Please let me in." He chokes and you feel your willpower crumbling.

He lurches forward to grab your face in his hands and brings your head up to look at him. You squeeze your eyes shut, well aware that being this close to Bradley will break you.

"Open your eyes." He whispers and you slowly peel them open to see his tear-stained face. " Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me. Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again and I swear I'll listen."

Another round of hot tears make their way down your face and onto your neck as you stifle a sob. "Please don't make me say it again, Roos. You know I can't." You plead and he kisses the tears off your cheeks.

"Please, give me the opportunity and I will spend the rest of my life earning your trust back." You swallow thickly and lean into his hand. "Okay."

He leans back in surprise. "Okay?" You nod your head and let out a watery laugh. "Yes, okay." Bradley lifts you up and spins you around with his head buried in the crook of your neck.

After a minute he leans back. "Can I kiss you?" He asks hesitantly. "You better." You quip with a smile and within seconds Bradley has you captured in a breathtaking kiss. You spend the next few minutes like this before breaking apart for air. The two of you share a bright smile, happy to be back in each other's arms.

Inside, the rest of the team watches, cheering when you finally reconnect. Jake clinks his beer against Phoenix's. "Mission accomplished."

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | three | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One Part Two

It felt strange, going out without Kurtis by your side. Three months without him. Three weeks with only Rooster as your company. He did his best, just like he promised. But the empty ache was still there. He couldn’t get rid of that even if he tried.

But you allowed him to convince you to come to the Hard Deck, just for a little while tonight.

You planned on leaving before Rooster started playing piano and singing, mostly because you didn’t want to cry in the bar. Not again. But you weren’t sure how you were going to get through even just a short amount of time. Not when everyone that knew and worked with Kurtis would probably be there. But you promised Rooster.

So you took a deep breath and stepped through the doors.

Rooster could feel the moment you walked in, he wasn’t sure how, but he knew. He could feel it to the point that he missed his shot and scratched while shooting pool with Phoenix and some of the others. He straightened his back and licked his lips, trying to get rid of the dry feeling before making his way over to you.

You tried to muster a smile, but he could see just how strained it was, how fake. You had on shorts today and a nice blouse. You combed your hair and even put on a little makeup. The sight made something stir in Rooster’s chest. Just like the sight of him in his uniform khakis made you feel some sort of way.

Then the guilt settled in for both of you. You, because you realized it was a strange sense of attraction that you were feeling for Rooster. You always knew he was attractive, you always said he would make some woman so lucky. Yet he never brought anyone around, claiming no one was ever interested. Guilt because you lost your husband mere months ago, and somehow you were already looking at another man, his best friend nonetheless.

And Rooster…the guilt for him was somehow worse. Because he knew how wrong it was to look at you. You were his best friend’s widow, the woman he promised to protect and look after. Not lust after. There was never anything in the agreement about being allowed to want you. Because in that moment, he did want you. He wanted to take you out to his bronco and keep you there. But he didn’t have the right to do that, or to feel any of this. You were strictly off limits. His only job was to protect you and help you navigate this new life without Kurtis, not try to replace him.

“Hi,” You sounded out of breath when you finally reached Rooster.

“Hey, you made it,” Was the first thing Rooster could think of to say.

Obviously you made it. You were standing right in front of him, eyes glassy like you’d been crying earlier in the day. He hated seeing you cry. He’d seen enough of it in the last weeks that he was sure he would never get the image out of his mind.

You stood, one foot awkwardly on top of the other as you held your wrist. He knew you were covering the scabs from when you quite literally tried to scratch off your tattoo just two weeks earlier. Another one of your outbursts like with the pictures.

Though, you were glad to find out later that Rooster was able to save all of the photographs and even a few of the frames. You wished you could smash them all over again, because for just a few moments, the ache was gone. While he held you, the ache was manageable, you could live with it like that. Unlike now, where you felt like it might swallow you whole and leave no trace of you behind.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked, motioning over to the bar.

He still had his sunglasses on. He told you a little while ago that they belonged to his dad, one of the few things he had left of him. The sunglasses and all of the Hawaiian t-shirts he liked to wear when he wasn’t in uniform. You used to make fun of him for them, but now you understood. Because now you slept in Kurtis’ old shirts, you clutched onto the few items you kept. His favorite things showed in a drawer in the back of your closet.

“A drink would be really good, actually,” You breathe out, nodding slowly.

He smiles at you before leading you towards the bar and waving Penny over. You don’t pay attention to what he orders for you. But you have faith that he knows all of your favorite things, because he’s ordered them so many times over the years for you. He would get round after round when he came out with you and Kurtis. He liked to treat the two of you.

“Here,” He slips a glass into your hand, “It’s a double and then some so, take it easy.”

You nod, taking a sip of the lemonade and vodka, feeling the alcohol slip down your throat. You liked that feeling, always had. But now it was another thing to distract you from everything else. Just like the way Rooster was now holding your hand and gently pulling you along with him was something else. Anything with Rooster was something to distract you.

You didn’t want to rely on him as just a distraction though. But you couldn’t allow yourself to want more from him. It wouldn’t be right.

How long is long enough? How long until you can stop feeling so guilty for enjoying being with another man, even if it has nothing to do with romance? How long until you can be with another man, really be with them, and not feel guilty for it?

“You doing okay?” He brings his lips close to your ear so you can hear him.

You nod, even though you aren’t sure. Your skin feels too tight for your body. You keep expecting to turn around and find Kurtis watching you from across the bar like he did so many nights over the years. You and Rooster would play darts together while Kurtis hung back with a big smile on his face. Or you would follow Rooster to the piano and play with him. You were the musical one, not Kurtis. He couldn’t carry a tune in a wheelbarrow even if he tried.

The thought brings a large lump to your throat, making it hard to breathe for a moment. What would he say if he was here to see you clutching onto Rooster like he was your anchor in a storm? Would he be mad at you, or relieved that his friend was there to take care of you?

God…his friend…his best friend. His best man. The man who stood up next to him as he recited his vows to you. The man who asked so politely before taking you onto the dance floor and gently swaying with you for a while. The man who hammered on the piano for half the night and brought life to every party.

But he only brought life to the party with Kurtis. Because now, just like you, Rooster felt like he was missing a limb. He could feel it deep in his chest every time he looked over at the corner table that he used to sit at with the two of you. Someone else was there now, not knowing the significance of that stupid booth.

He took a deep breath and tugged you alongside him. He had a promise to keep. And he needed to keep his hands and his thoughts to himself while he did his damned best to keep it. He wouldn’t put you into a position that would make you backside and shut him out. He needed you just as much as you might have needed him. He needed to be near you, because he felt like he could finally breathe when he was. He didn’t see Kurtis crash everytime he closed his eyes when you were near him, or hear it play out again and again in his mind.

“Do you want to go play something?” He asked, seeing the way you kept looking over at the piano.

You didn’t have time to think before you were nodding slowly, like you were in a trance. He nodded back and let go of you long enough to walk over and pull the plug on the jukebox. Then his hand was back in yours, tugging you towards the piano. He sat you down on the bench before taking his seat right next to you.

“Can you play Heroes?” You asked softly.

There’s a sad shimmer in his eyes as he nods and starts playing old familiar chords. Kurtis loved David Bowie’s Heroes, but he loved it even more when you and Rooster played it like this. He loved the piano and the sound of your voices together. Up until now, you couldn’t even bring yourself to think of the song. So you closed your eyes and let the music fill you, one hand on the side of the old piano so you could feel the vibrations.

The bar was silent as you sang. Everyone here seemed to understand what was happening. If you opened your eyes you would’ve seen the way some people were already crying as Rooster started to sing. Or the way that Rooster had his eyes on you and you alone, not even paying attention to where his hands were on the keys. He played this song enough to trust that his hands knew the chords without having to question it.

Tears slowly slipped down your cheeks as you joined in with him at the chorus. You could feel the music all the way to your soul, patching up something that was so broken within you, and yet at the same time breaking other parts away. Fixing and breaking.

You were on your feet the second the song was over, dashing towards the door. The second you opened your eyes and saw the way that Rooster was looking at you, you knew you had to leave. Because you were getting too close to him, too personal. Too comfortable and feeling too safe.

He ran after you, getting to you before you could even reach your car. You wanted to curse his long legs and fast strides. He didn’t even give you a fighting chance before his arms were around you, keeping you from running further.

You went limp in his arms, allowing the tears to openly flow. He dropped his cheek to the top of your head, trying to comfort you the best he could. He learned a few tricks over the last couple of months. He knew he could get you to stop pretty quickly, but he had the feeling that you just needed to let all of this out. So he let you cry and he held you as you did.

“I can’t keep doing this,” You mumbled, tears finally starting to dry, “I can’t keep expecting you to be here at every turn to catch me.”

His head shakes, “That’s why I’m here. That’s my whole job, to catch you when you fall. Be here to pick up up when you do. That’s what I promised Kurtis I would do.”

Your eyes meet his. He’s serious, you know he is. He’ll be there time and time again because he’s a good man. Too good of a man. He’d put his own feelings towards Kurtis’ death aside as long as it meant being there for you, just like he’d been doing for the last few months. You loved him for it, even though it broke your heart even more.

“Who’s there to catch you?” You question, holding onto his arms.

He shrugged, “I can catch myself.”

Your heart broke open. You felt like you were laid bare in front of him now. If he looked close enough he might be able to see into your soul. Somehow standing in the middle of the parking lot of The Hard Deck felt more personal than all of the time he spent in your home.

“You shouldn’t have to catch yourself,” You argue softly, “This should be a two way street. You should be allowed to miss him too.”

“I do miss him,” He responds almost immediately, “I just do it on my own time.”

“Miss him with me,” You plead, “Feel this with me. Don’t let me be the only one losing their mind. Please.”

He then nods, holding you closely. Something changed between the two of you tonight. The lines blurred a little. Friend into something else. More than just induced by grief, but bonded by something other than trauma. You held tightly to him, trying to convey in a simple hug that he wasn’t alone anymore. That he had someone in his corner, like he’d been the person to be in yours.

“I should call an uber,” You said, finally backing away, “I can’t go back in there tonight. Too many people are looking at me with their pity eyes.”

“You learn to stop noticing it,” He shrugged, “But, I can drive you. It’s not too far out of my way, anyway, and I don’t feel like drinking anymore.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You shake your head again.

“Just let me go close out my tab so Penny doesn’t have my balls,” He forces a laugh, “I’ll be right back.”

He gets a few steps away before stopping and reaching into his pocket. He turns around and throws a set of keys at you, “Go start her up. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

You stare down at the set of keys as he makes his way into the bar. He never let anyone touch his keys. In all of the years that you’d known him, and the even longer time Kurtis knew him, Rooster only let Kurtis start his precious Bronco once. And even then that’s only because Bradley wasn’t cleared to drive after an accident in PT but couldn’t leave his Bronco on base. Something stirred in your chest, a sort of feeling you couldn’t exactly place. He trusted you with his Bronco. He trusted you with the keys. He trusted you. Simply put.

You’re still standing there when he comes back out less than five minutes later. He has a small smile on his face, although you’re sure it doesn’t reach his eyes. But he’s trying, just like you are. You’re both trying the best you can.

“I thought I said you could start her up?” He questions, nudging you towards the car.

“Felt wrong,” You managed to shrug, “I haven’t even held the keys before.”

“Well, keep being nice and I might let you drive her one day.”

His sly wink made you smile. A real smile. The kind of smile you hadn’t felt in months. Not since the morning before you got the news. Kurtis was making jokes in the kitchen and you laughed so hard your body shook. But now, it was a quiet smile, small in feature, but big in meaning.

Rooster smiled knowing you were really smiling, and grabbed your hand. Together, you made your way towards the Bronco and a few phase of your friendship. One where you leaned on one another, instead of it being one sided.

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callsign-magnolia · 6 months

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In The Dark Of The Night

MATURE 18+ CONTENT

READ WARNINGS AND PROTECT YOUR PEACE!

WARNINGS: Murder, violence, gory descriptions, angst, fear, bodily injury, stalking, hostage situation, death. I think that's it but if I missed anything PLEASE tell me!

Rooster x reader

Summary: Life is good, until all the men you've been on dates with recently come up murdered and you're the last person to see them alive.

Word Count: 6.1k

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“Another date?” Hangman asked as he sunk the nine ball into the corner pocket. “Yeah.” I said as I leaned on the pool table next to him. “Isn’t this like the sixth one this week?” He asked and I smacked his arm. “It’s the third this month.” I said and he chuckled. “I just hope this guy realizes what a catch he has.” He flirted and I couldn’t keep the blush from creeping up my cheeks. “Well, he seems to. He’s really sweet.” I said and he nodded. “Well, as long as you’re happy.” He said and I nodded. “We’ll see.” I said. “Who knows, he may turn out to be a creep.” I said as I pushed off the pool table. “He won’t be if he knows what’s good for him.” I turned to find Rooster coming back from the bar. “Well aren’t you sweet Rooster.” I said and he chuckled, pulling me into a side hug. “Only for you.” He said and I laughed. “Well, five a.m. comes early. So I'm headed home.” I told them. “We’ll see you later.” Coyote said and I waved as Hangman took his last shot. “Bye.” He said and waved. “Bye.” I turned to Rooster who was smiling down at me. “Let me know when you get home?” He asked and I nodded. “I will.” I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Bye Rooster.” I said before walking out.

The next evening was my date and I had a blast. My back was pressed against my front door while my date, Mark held me against him. His lips were on mine as my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I moaned as one hand drifted down towards my ass, grabbing a handful and pulling my pelvis flush against his. “Alright now.” I said as I pulled away. “Sorry. I got a little carried away.” He said, a blush on his cheeks. “It’s okay.” I told him. “Look, I had an amazing time tonight, and I’d love it if you'd let me take you out again.” I nodded. “I’d like that, Mark.” He smiled at me. “Awesome. There’s this farmers market on Sundays downtown, would you want to go?” He asked and I nodded. “I’d love to.” I said. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He said as he kissed my cheek. “Goodnight.” With that I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. I squealed as I made my way to my room. That was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on! I thought as I fell onto my bed. Suddenly my phone rang and I looked to see Phoenix calling. “Oh my god.” I answered. “That good?” She asked and I nodded, putting the phone on speaker and unzipping my dress. “So good! He even asked me on another date for Sunday!” I said and she sighed. “Let’s just hope he keeps his word unlike the other two. Still haven’t heard from either of them?” I shook my head. “No, and I’m not worried about them. They’re dicks for standing me up!” I said and she hummed. “And on the second date. Like, if they didn’t wanna go out, they shouldn’t have asked.” She said and I nodded. “Right! But who cares about them? I am perfectly happy to go on another date with Mark!” I squealed.

Phoenix and I talked for about an hour that night. By the time Sunday came around I was practically vibrating with excitement, until he completely stopped replying to me. I was dressed and ready to go, deciding to call him one last time and it went straight to voicemail. So I called Phoenix. “Are you busy?” I asked as tears filled my eyes. “The team and I were about to meet at the beach for dog fight football. Are you not on your date?” She asked. “He ghosted me, Phoenix.” I said and it went quiet. “I’m over it. Meet us at the beach. You are going to have a good day! Forget this fucker!” I sighed. “Okay.” I replied. “Meet us behind The Hard Deck in half an hour.” I nodded. “Thank you, Phoenix.” With that I got ready and headed down to the beach. I saw everyone setting up and Jake pulling out a football. “There she is!” He called when he saw me walking towards them. I gave them a small smile as Rooster stepped towards me, gently taking my bag. “Hey, Phoenix told us what happened.” He said and I nodded. “You don’t deserve that.” His hand came up, resting on my cheek and I smiled at him. “Thank you, Rooster.” I said, taking his hand from my face and squeezing it. “Come on!” Jake called, rushing over and taking my hand. “You’re just in time for a game.” He said and I smiled, following him.

I decided to take a break from dating for a while. It was depressing to get stood up so many times, so I decided a break would be nice. I went out with friends, focused on work, and most importantly made time for myself. Jake made it a point to spend time with me, making sure I never got too lonely. We were walking along the beach behind The Hard Deck when he turned to me. “So, I know you’ve been taking a break from dating.” He said and I hummed and nodded. “But I was wondering…” His fingers intertwined with mine and he squeezed my hand. “If you would go on a date with me?” I was shocked. “Oh, Jake. I-” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” He said and I stopped him as he tried to let my hand go. “No, I just… I didn’t think you felt that way about me.” I said and he smiled at me, taking a step closer, invading my space. “How could I not?” He asked, looking down at me. “I didn’t say anything because you were going on all these dates and for the most part you seemed happy. I didn’t want to ruin that or our friendship.” He said and I smiled up at him. “So… would you go on a date with me?” He asked and I nodded, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’d love to.”

We went back inside and he immediately went to the bar while I joined our friends. "You guys were out there for a while." Bradley said as I stood next to him at the pool table. "Yeah." It was a quiet answer and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. "What's that look about?" He asked as he smiled down at me. "He asked me on a date." I said as I dragged my finger along the pool table. "And what did you say?" He asked. "I said yes. At least Hangman will be honest with me if he doesn't want to go out after the first date. It'll be pretty hard for him to ghost me." I said and chuckled. "Yeah, pretty hard." Bradley said as Jake handed me a drink. As soon as Jake’s arm went around my waist Bradley walked off. "What's up with him?" Jake asked and I shrugged. "I don't know. I just told him we were going on a date and he got quiet." I said and Jake chuckled. "Bet he has the hots for you." He said as he looked down at me and wiggled his brows. I shrugged before Jake took my hand and pulled me towards the dart board. "Maybe."

A casual date? No dress? Where the hell is this man taking me? I thought as I slid on some bell bottom jeans. Just as I finished pulling on my shirt my doorbell rang "Shit!" I cursed. I grabbed the large knitted sweater off my bed before rushing downstairs. I slipped it on before swinging the door open. "Hi" I said as I took in the sight of him. Dark jeans and a white button up with his nice boots. "You look beautiful." His eyes met mine as I blushed. "Thank you. Are those for me?" I asked motioning towards the bouquet of roses in his hands. "Oh." He handed them to me. "Wanna come in for a minute?" He simply smiled and nodded. He came in as I walked into my kitchen to find a vase. “So, what are the plans tonight? Seeing as I wasn’t allowed to wear a dress.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me as I ran towards the entrance. Jake took me to all the booths trying to win me something and we had no luck until we came up to the booth that had balloons pinned up and darts to throw at them. His fingers were intertwined with mine as my free hand was wrapped around his bicep as we walked. We almost passed the booth when I stopped him. “What?” He asked and I pointed. “You’re the master at darts.” He smirked and nodded before pulling us into the line. “Which one do you want, darlin’?” He leaned down, whispering in my ear. I grinned and looked up at him. “I want that Koala.” I said as I pointed to the gray stuffed animal. “It’s yours.” He said. “Step right up!” The attendee yelled. “One round, please.” Jake said and the guy nodded, handing him three darts. “You pop three balloons and you get a prize of your choice.” Jake nodded and grabbed the first dart before immediately tossing it and popping the balloon. “No cheating mister.” I said as I put my hand in front of his eyes. He tossed the second dart and it was dead on, popping a second balloon. People had started to gather around us, watching him. “Alright then.” I said and stood in front of him, a smirk on my face. “Eyes on me.” I said and he smirked. He lined up the dart, his eyes on mine before he surprised me. He swooped down and kissed me gently before tossing the dart. I was so surprised that I missed the sound of the balloon popping behind me. The crowd cheered and he pulled away.

“Come on, let’s get on the ferris wheel.” He said, pulling me towards it when I stopped him. “Oh, Jake, no.” I said and he looked at me confused. “Why?” He asked, turning to me and taking me into his arms. My eyes flashed to the top and when I looked back at him, he was grinning at me. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’d never let you fall.” That was all it took to ease my anxiety. I clutched the stuffed koala for dear life as Jake had his arm over my shoulder. Once we were in the chair, Jake pulled me close and pressed his lips to my temple. “I didn’t know you were afraid of heights.” He said. I nodded and took some deep breaths. “I have been since I was a kid.” I said and he chuckled. “So I guess taking you up in a plane is a no go.” He said. “I love flying.” I said as I turned to him and he raised a brow. “It’s just being up high, like this, that bothers me.” I said and he chuckled, and kissed my cheek. “I got you.” He said. By the end of the night, Jake dropped me off at my house and walked me up to my door. “I had an amazing time.” I told him. “Me too.” We stared at each other for a minute before I reached up. My hand rested on his neck and I pulled him into a kiss. His hands rested on my waist as the stuffed koala was squished between us. My fingers worked their way up into his hair and his fingers pressed into my waist as he turned us and pushed my back into my door. “Fuck.” He muttered, pulling away. “What?” I asked, worried I did something wrong. “I just… I just don’t wanna fuck this up.” He said. “You won’t.” I said, hands coming up to his face. “No, I will. I just, I wanna take this slow. I don’t want to mess this up and lose you.” He said as he cradled my face this time. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” I agreed and he smiled before he kissed me again. “Let me take you out again on Sunday?” I immediately nodded. “I’m borrowing Mav’s plane on Sunday and I thought we could fly up to San Francisco for dinner?” My eyes widened and I smiled at him. “Really?” I asked excitedly and he chuckled. “Yeah.” I tossed my arms around his shoulder again and kissed him. “I’d love to!” I replied. “Good, I’ll be here at eleven to pick you up and then we’ll head out to Mav’s hangar.”

I could hardly sleep on Saturday night. So excited for Sunday. I was up early and even got ready early that morning. I slipped on a lilac colored skater dress and some white wedges before I sat on my couch to wait. Soon eleven came and nothing, then eleven-thirty, then twelve-thirty before I knew it, it was three o’clock and I was pissed. I quickly dialed Natasha’s number and paced behind my couch. “How was the flight?” She asked. “It didn’t happen.” I said and she gasped. “Why?” He asked. “He never showed up! He ghosted me just like everyone else!” I said. “That doesn’t sound like Jake.” She said and I nodded. “No, it doesn’t. So you know what. I’m done with these fucking games. I’m going over there and I’m confronting his ass.” I snapped. I grabbed my purse and stormed out of the house. “Let me know what happens?” She asked and I nodded. “I will.” With that I hung up and drove off to Jake’s house. Once there I got out and stormed up his front porch. “Jake!” I called out, knocking harshly on the door. After a few beats there was nothing so I knocked again. “Jake!” Once again, nothing. I reached for the door handle, expecting it to be locked, but I was surprised when it wasn’t. I decided to let myself in and was immediately hit with a putrid smell, making me gag. I covered my nose and walked farther in.

Jake never struck me as gross or even messy. But this smell had to be something dead. I walked upstairs, searching for him and came up with nothing. I headed back downstairs and turned towards the kitchen but I stopped when I saw something on the floor. It was a droplet of something and when I rounded the corner there were splatters everywhere. I flipped on the light and saw it. Red, dried blood. I gasped. It looked like a murder scene. My heart raced in my chest, thudding in my ears. I could feel my blood pumping in my neck and I felt nauseous. I stepped farther into the kitchen, cautious of what I might find. It was everywhere. On the walls, the island, the fridge, the stove. I dragged my eyes around the room until I caught sight of Jake’s boot covered foot. “Jake?!” As I rounded the corner I stopped and rammed myself back into the counter. A scream escaped me as I looked down at his dead body. His abdomen was slashed open laterally, entrails pulled across the floor. His eyes were cold and dead as he stared up at the ceiling. His normally perfect hair was all messed up and he would hate it. I stared for who knows how long before sprinting out of the house.

I called nine one one and managed to tell the operator what happened through my gasps and cries. Once I was off the phone with him, I called Natasha. “Hey, did you-” “He’s dead.” I spat out as I cried. “Wh-what?” She asked. “Nat, it’s awful. There-there’s blood everywhere and his body-” I gasped out, trying to catch my breath. “His body-” “I’m on my way.” She said and hung up. I stood on the front porch before suddenly an officer arrived, then another, and another then paramedics. I was getting question after question when a bright blue Bronco pulled up. Nat jumped out but Bradley beat her over to me. I tossed my arms around him, squeezing him as his arms wrapped around me. “I got you.” He muttered into my hair. “Oh god.” I cried. After a minute he let me go and I turned to Nat who just stared at the house. “Nat?” I asked and she looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Can we see him?” She asked and I shook my head. “No. You don’t want to.” The words escaped me just as the coroner's van pulled up, causing Nat and I to both break out into sobs. We held each other, and Bradley held us as they rolled his body out of the house. Suddenly I heard my name called and I turned to find a detective. “May we speak with you?” I nodded and they stepped closer. “I’m Detective Booth and this is Detective Lane. Where were you before you found Mr.Seresin’s body?” Booth asked and I furrowed my brows. “I was at my house, waiting for him. We had a date today.” I said and they nodded, writing it down. “And where have you been the last two days?” He asked. “After our date Friday night I went to bed and I was home all day yesterday.” Detective Lane nodded. “And what were you doing at your house yesterday?” He asked. “Um, cleaning. Can I ask why I’m getting the third degree?” I asked and they both sighed. “Do you know Justin Wade, Riley Hammil, and Mark Thompson?” They asked and I nodded. “I went on dates with all of them.” Detective Booth nodded, writing something down. “Was there ever any arguments or disagreements with these men? Any hostility?” I shook my head at Detective Lane’s question. “Are you saying they did something?” Bradley asked, coming to stand next to me. “No, we’re here to ask if she did something.” I raised my brows in surprise. “Me?” They both nodded. “Are you aware that you are the last person to see these men alive?”

“Y-you mean they’re dead?” I asked and they nodded. “All three of their bodies were found three days ago, tossed in the river down by North Island Air Base.” I started shaking. “They had multiple stab wounds and were dead before their assailant was finished with them.” I looked at Bradley who looked at me wide eyed. “I-I didn’t do anything to them. I never would be able to get the upper hand on them.” They were all tall and well built men. If I tried to kill them they easily could’ve stopped me. “Unless you seduced them and in a haze of lust you stabbed them.” Detective Booth said. “Excuse you?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. “Men become slow to react when it comes to sex. You could’ve gotten a few swings in before they could react.” My mouth opened and closed a few times, not sure what to say other than, ‘I didn’t do it.’ “Now, wait a minute. I know her very well. She’d never kill anyone.” Nat defended. “You think you know her.” Detective Lane said. “We ask that you come to the station with us for questioning.” Detective Booth said. If I said no it’d make me look guilty, so I just nodded. “Take my car back home?” I asked and Bradley nodded. “It’s evidence. It’ll have to stay here.” I sighed and looked back at my friends. “Nevermind.”

I cried through most of the questioning. Terrified that somehow they’d pin me for murder when in reality I just thought they ghosted me. When they let me out, I was surprised to find Bradley there, waiting for me. I immediately rushed over to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Hold me?” I asked and he immediately squeezed me to him. “You’re okay.” He said. He held me for a few minutes before he led me out to the bronco. “You want to go home?” He asked and I nodded. I just wanted a shower and to go to bed. Bradley took me home, kindly staying with me while I showered as I was scared to be alone, but he did have to leave eventually, even if I had to push him out the door. He was hell bent on staying but I couldn’t inconvenience him and I didn’t want to grow dependent on him. The following Tuesday I went to talk to a lawyer. “All they have on you is that you’re the last one to see these four men alive.” He said and I nodded. “There is no DNA, no evidence of any kind that you killed them. But that doesn’t mean that they won’t try their hardest to pin it on you.” A sob escaped me at his words. “Could they really?” I asked and he nodded. “Chances of that are slim, but it’s not impossible.” He said. Soon we wrapped up our meeting and I immediately rushed out of the office and drove off towards the one person who could offer me comfort right now.

I parked next to the bronco and got out. Before I could even make it up onto the porch, the door swung open and I immediately attached myself to Bradley. “Woah, what happened?” He asked, immediately wrapping his arms around me. “They think I did it!” I cried as I buried my face into his chest. “What?” I could hear the shock in his voice as he ran a hand through my hair. “They’re going to try to pin me for the murders! I didn’t do it, Bradley! I swear I didn’t!” I pulled away and looked up at him. “Hey,” He said, taking my face in his hands. “I know you didn’t. You would never.” He opened the door wider and rushed me inside. “You want some coffee or something?” He asked and I nodded. “Coffee would be great.” I said. He smiled down at me before gently taking my hand and leading me into his kitchen. We sat in silence as he brewed the coffee and I sat on a barstool and waited. Once it was done he made it exactly the way I like it before sitting next to me. “Okay.” He said as I took a sip. “Tell me what happened.” So I did. I told him all about the questioning and the talk with my lawyer. “Bradley, I could spend life in prison if I can’t prove my innocence.” I cried and suddenly he stood, sweeping me up into his arms and sitting on the couch with me, holding me close. “Look at me.” He demanded, so I did. “I will do whatever it takes to prove your innocence. You won’t go to prison, I won’t let that happen.” I stared into those brown eyes for a minute before burying my face in his chest, crying myself to exhaustion.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I vaguely remembered the room I was in. It was the spare bedroom Bradley had down in his basement. Bradley had hosted a few parties where I had too much to drink and I liked sleeping down here because the bathroom was close and if I puked then I wouldn’t disturb people with my retching. I sat up, flicking on the lamp and tossing the blanket off of me and stretching. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was eight-thirty. I must’ve been really tired. I stood up from the bed and heard metal rattling. I furrowed my brows, looking around before I looked down. My eyes widened at the metal cuff on my ankle. I sat back down, pulling my leg up onto the bed and pulling on it. I tried messing with the lock but it wouldn’t budge. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood, walking over to the basement stairs. “Bradley!” I yelled and not even two seconds later the door swung open. “Hang on, I’m coming. You woke up just in time, I made dinner.” I could smell Mrs. Bradshaw’s chicken noodle soup from here. Bradley always made some and dropped it off when I was sick. “Bradley, what-what happened?” I asked and he furrowed his brows before I shook my ankle. His eyebrows shot up. “Oh! That’s so you won’t leave.” He said as if it was the most normal statement in the world. “So I won’t leave? Bradley I have to leave at some point. I have to work, I have to take care of my house.” I said and he looked to me confused as he set the tray of food on the coffee table.

“Why would you want to leave?” He asked, taking a step closer. “I’m going to take care of you, baby. You can’t leave. Not now.” His hands gently cradled my face and fear grew in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t the sweet and kind Bradley I knew, this one is crazy. “Bradley. I want to go home.” I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “You are home.” “No I'm not!” “YES YOU ARE!” He yelled at me and I jumped back in surprise. He saw my reaction and took a deep breath before letting it out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He said before smiling at me. “Come on, why don’t you eat?” He asked, leading me to the couch that sat before the bed. “Sit down and I’ll be right back to join you.” He said before handing me the remote and disappearing upstairs. I stared at the remote in my hand before my eyes drifted off to the soup. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. Soon Bradley came back downstairs and sat next to me. “Here.” He said, taking the remote. He turned on Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. “I know it’s your favorite. Come on, eat.” He said, grabbing the bowl and holding it out to me. “I-I’m not hungry.” I said as I took the bowl from his hand. “Baby.” His tone was dark, scary even as I looked at him. “Eat your dinner.” He said, gripping my wrist and squeezing. Fear washed over me and I just nodded before eating the food.

After dinner Bradley disappeared upstairs and I disappeared into the bathroom to puke up everything I just ate. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t stay here. I stood on the bed, looking out the small window that sat above it. I pushed and pushed on it, attempting to open but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s sealed shut.” I gasped, turning around to see Bradley standing at the foot of the bed. “Bra-Bradley… I just-” “You just what?” He asked, coming around the bed. “You were trying to leave.” He said, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the bed. “No! No, I wasn’t.” He just chuckled. “I’m not stupid, baby. You were. Why?” He asked. “Is it because I’m not Seresin?” The name alone brought tears to my eyes. “What are you talking about?” I asked him. He walked over to the dresser, reaching in and pulling out a manilla envelope. He came back over, opening it and dumping out dozens of pictures. Some were me on my dates, some were me in my own house and a few from me at work. But the most pictures were from my date with Jake. There were so many of them. “Why have you been taking pictures of me?!” I squealed, picking some up and looking at them. I picked up one that made my stomach turn. It was me, naked in my bedroom. “Because I love you, baby.” He leaned over me, tucking some hair behind my ear before he pressed his lips to my neck. On instinct I turned around, my hand connecting with his cheek before he harshly grabbed me. “Is that how you treat me? After saving you from them?!” He yelled, rubbing his cheek. “From who?!”

“Them!” He yelled, pointing at the photos. “They all only wanted one thing from you. But I see your worth, I want to give you everything! Yet you went on dates with all of them!” He yelled out and I stood there in shock. “Bradley, did you-” “Kill them? Yes.” I was going to be sick again and I sank onto the bed. “You should’ve seen how easy the first three were.” He stepped closer and I crawled back on the bed, trying to get away from him. “They begged for their lives.” His face was in mine as the tears started. “Seresin was a challenge.” At that I lunged, shoving him back into the dresser. He groaned as he rammed into it. “You killed Jake?!” I asked. “How could you?! He was your friend, your wingman!” “HE HAD YOU!” He yelled. “He had what I wanted! I wasn’t going to let him take you away from me!” He grabbed my biceps, pulling me close. “He had you.” He said quietly, his forehead dropping to mine. “Bradley, I-I didn’t know.” I told him.

I never thought Bradley was interested in me, I never had a clue. “Would you have said yes if I asked you out?” If he had asked me out a week ago, I would’ve jumped at the chance. I’ve always had a soft spot for Bradley and I had a huge crush on his when he first met. “Yes.” It was a whisper, but one that made the grin on his face grow. His lips slammed into mine and my eyes widened in shock. Soon he pulled away and smiled down at me. “I love you.” He said and I panicked. But before I could even respond he stepped back and opened the top dresser drawer. “I’ve packed the dresser and closet with clothes you might like and of course the dresser is packed with old shirts of mine for you to sleep in. Everything you need is in the bathroom and I’ll come down here and take the chain off once a day so you can shower.” He said before facing me. “If you need anything else, just yell for me, okay? Even if it’s in the middle of the night.” He said and I nodded. “Just remember, I’m doing this to protect you. They can’t arrest you if they don’t know where you are, and I won’t let you take the fall for something you didn’t do.” He said as he gently took my hands in his. “It’ll all be okay, I promise.” With that, he kissed my forehead and went upstairs.

I was very cautious of what I said as the days went on. Bradley was getting more volatile and I did not want to set him off. I was slowly gaining his trust, he no longer chains me back up immediately after my showers, he gives me some leeway. He even left me unchained when he went to work one day, but he did lock the basement door. I watched the news almost daily and I saw the announcement where the police were now looking for me, saying I was a murderer and that I should not be approached because I am dangerous. I cried the day of Jake’s funeral. I couldn’t be there and Bradley refused to even talk about it, telling me he’s gone now and he should be the only one I’m thinking about. He did keep me updated with the team. Apparently Natasha had a breakdown when I was declared ‘missing’. The rest of the team isn’t doing well but they’re pushing through. It was about five o’clock on a Thursday and I heard the front door open. “I can’t do it anymore, Rooster.” It was Natasha. I rushed for the stairs, climbing up as many as possible before the chain pulled on my ankle, stopping me. “What do you mean?” Bradley asked.

“The police stopped me as I was leaving work. They asked if I knew where she was. Bradley, I’m so worried about her. We have no idea where she is, if she’s okay or if this psycho killer has her!” I heard mumbling before Bradley spoke up. “Let me get you some coffee and we’ll sit and talk.” I heard his footsteps grow quieter as he walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was on the complete other side of the house, so this was my chance. “Natasha.” I whisper yelled. “Natasha!” I tried again. No response so I started knocking on the wall. After a moment the doorknob jiggled and I worried Bradley heard me before Nat’s face came into view. She gasped before flying down the stairs towards me. “Oh my god!” She said, tossing her arms around my shoulders and pulling me close. I squeezed her back, tears falling onto her shoulder. “Wh-what-” “He’s crazy. He locked me down here and he won’t let me leave. He committed the murders.” She shook her head. “I know it’s hard to hear Nat but look.” I lifted my ankle and she gasped. “We need to get you out.” I nodded. “I don’t know where the keys are! He usually has them on him.” She nodded. “I’m going to go upstairs, and I’ll try to get a chance to look for them. If not, I’ll get the police.” I nodded. “He can’t catch you down here, so hurry.” She nodded and rushed back upstairs, locking the door behind her.

I sat downstairs for who knows how long, waiting and waiting. But finally I heard the basement door open. I peeked my head around the corner, letting out a breath when I saw Nat. “I got them.” She whispered and stepped down onto the first step. “NAT!” I screamed as Bradley appeared behind her and I watched as he pushed her and her body went tumbling down the stairs. I heard something snap just before her body landed before me on the floor and I let out a scream. “NATASHA!” Her arm was crossed under her back and her leg was bent at an odd angle, but what made me scream was the way her head was turned just a little too far. I panicked, bending down and looking for her pulse, but there wasn’t one. “Oh my god! YOU KILLED HER!” I screamed at him as he came down the stairs. “She was trying to let you out. She was trying to take you away from me!” He yelled out. “I DON’T WANNA BE HERE!” I yelled back. “YOU ARE MINE! YOU WILL STAY HERE AS LONG AS I WANT YOU TO STAY HERE!” He yanked the chain, ripping my leg out from under me, causing me to fall flat on my ass. “You see this! You are mine! This chain binds you to me! Why can’t you see that I love you and I only want to take care of you?!” Tears of his own fell as I choked on a sob. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” He said, wiping his tears away. “I just can’t think of my life without you. I can’t lose you.” He said, pulling me close to him.

Soon he pulled away and looked down at Nat’s body. “You need to understand that this is what happens when you try to leave me.” He said as he turned to me. “This was your fault.” I cried because in reality, it was. “But it’s okay, baby. I forgive you. You’ll just have to learn.” I flinched as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap, and I’ll figure out what to do with her body?” I was trembling as he lifted me, laying me in the bed before he walked over, picked up Nat’s body and the keys before going upstairs and locking the basement door. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything. Maybe I should stop trying to leave. Other people will die if I don’t. Besides, it’s not so bad. He could’ve left me in a dingy basement, but instead I have a bed, I get to shower whenever I want, he feeds me and I have a tv. That’s how I came to the conclusion, I will just listen to Bradley. This is my life now.

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Don't go on that date | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

A/N: FIRST REQUEST FROM THE PROMPT LIST WHOO! This was longer than intended. Hope you like it @beebslebobs!

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, Rooster's baggage, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, bit of angst and fluff.

“Sorry, y/n, but I don’t feel the same” Rooster said with a sad smile. “I hope we can still be friends”

He had said that to you two months ago, and it was hard for you to keep him in your life. Rooster was a good friend, and you couldn’t just walk away from him. He was everywhere.

As a bartender of the Hard Deck, you would always be a part of his world, and he would always be around there. Rooster worked now as an instructor in Top Gun, taking Maverick’s place once he left to work on his relationship with Penny. You were bound to see each other almost every day.

Phoenix, one of your best friends, had been there to help you restore your broken heart once Rooster rejected you. It wasn’t easy, you were head over heels for the man. Who wouldn’t? He was practically perfect.

“I just don’t get it” she said, the night you called her crying because Rooster broke your heart. She knocked your door 20 minutes later, holding a back full of sweets, ice-cream, and a box of your favorite pizza. “He’s always talking about you, messaging you when we’re away, heck he even made two students do 200 push-ups because they were saying how hot you were.”

“Nat, he was pretty clear about it. I’ve been torturing myself for months now, trying to confess and for what? I’ve been friend zoned!”

“This is bullshit, I’m telling ya. I’ll keep an eye on him, see what this is all about” she hugged you and gave you a slice of pizza. “Now you gotta eat something”

The next day, Phoenix and Rooster were called for an important and secret mission. They left without many explanations, only knowing that they were still alive from the messages you received every few days.

Two months later, they came back. You almost cried when you saw them entering the bar, smiling at you. You were so excited that you jumped over the bar top, running towards them.

“Damn, this is the kind of welcoming I’ve always wanted” laughed Phoenix, hugging you. You couldn’t help but laugh, too.

You turned towards Rooster, his smile reaching his eyes. “Hello, sweetheart”

You smiled, a few tears welling up to your eyes. He hugged you, harder than ever before, while stroking your hair. “Glad to see you”

You moved away from him, getting inside the bar and giving them two beers. “These ones are on me. Now sit and tell me everything you can about the last two months”

You didn’t notice but Rooster’s eyes looked at you differently. There was a slight adoration in his eyes. His mouth twitched every time you smiled, his own mouth seeming to reciprocate your happiness. But Rooster knew he couldn’t smile at you like that.

He was an absolute idiot.

What he said to you wasn’t true. He didn’t understand the deepness of his feelings towards you but he knew for sure that he wanted you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were his sweet, precious, happy girl. And he couldn’t allow himself to be with you. He couldn’t destroy you like that.

Life as an aviator wasn’t easy. There was always a possibility of not making it back from a mission, to have a problem with the aircraft in an exercise. To die during an ejection. His own father had died like this. And he didn’t want to see in your eyes the same pain that had killed his mother slowly during years. He didn’t want you to be left with a folded flag and a broken heart. He chose the easy option.

He lied to you.

He saw that same pain in your eyes, but he knew that you would recover eventually. You would move on, forget about him. You would find someone better. You would marry, begin a family. Maybe you would even leave the town and he would never see you again.

That’s when Rooster realized how big a mistake he made.

In those two months he spent away from you, he understood his feelings. He knew when the first text message arrived. Even after being rejected you still wished him to be safe and to come back home in one piece. He wished he could turn back home and ask for forgiveness.

He couldn’t. And he would have to go through Phoenix first, though. She became your protector after you confessed.

Phoenix wasn’t very subtle. Well, she wasn’t trying to be subtle at all. She asked openly why did he reject her when it was obvious that he wanted to be with you.

Let’s just say that it had been two very long months.

Now, you’re here, at the bar. You’re not working tonight, you’re having a few drinks with your friends. Some of the dagger team members arrived to town a few days back. Hangman, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy and Bob are playing darts with you. You totally suck, but is fun to see how everyone tries to cover Hangman’s eyes to stop him from winning. Every single time.

Phoenix and Rooster are sitting by the bar. They seem to be talking about something really important.

“Maybe if you stopped staring at her and actually talked to her, you might have a chance.” says Natasha to Rooster, tired of his eyes following her friend all night.

“You know that’s impossible. I fucked up. I don’t think she would ever look at me that way again”

“You won’t know unless you try, Bradshaw”

“Would you give me a second chance?”

“It’s not me we’re talking about. She has been your friend even after that little stupid brain of yours thought that hurting her now would be easier than whatever the heck you believe is gonna happen in the future. Man, breaking her heart to ‘save her from living without you'? That’s stupid”

“You’ve been scolding me for the past two months. I don’t think you gave anything more to say about it” he says, voice tired about the topic. He fucked up and he can’t gain you back. That’s it.

“You’re literally an idiot” she says, Rooster turning around to ask for another beer. Phoenix looks at Coyote and nods, making the man smile. If Rooster doesn’t want to confess… they’ll make him confess.

“Hey y/n!” says Coyote, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I have a proposal”

“Do tell me, Coyote”

“I was thinking that maybe, and just maybe, we could go out this weekend. There’s a new restaurant I’ve been wanting to go”

You can see Hangman, Bob, Payback and Fanboy’s eyes moving towards Rooster. You stop yourself from looking to. He said that he wanted to be friends. Friends. And if you want to go on a date with Coyote, you’ll go. But do you really want to go?

“What do you say?”

“Oh, yeah. I’d like to” you smile, turning around to continue watching the game.

A few meters away, someone has lost his smile. “Did you hear that?” Rooster asks, leaving his beer on the bar.

“What, Coyote asking y/n out? Yeah, I heard it” she answers, a smile on her lips.

That makes Rooster frown. “You seem to like the idea of Coyote dating her”

“I told him to ask her out, actually”

“You did what?” he turns completely in his stool, looking at her with widened eyes.

“C’mon, Rooster. She has been moping around for two months because of you. She needs to go out, live a little. Maybe even get la-“

“Do not finish that sentence”

“You said you didn’t care, and I want my friend to be happy” she shrugs.

“I didn’t say I don’t care, I said I can’t fix this”

“Have you asked her?” she stands up, tired of Rooster’s pessimistic attitude. He remains silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You don’t ask her to forgive you, but you don’t want her to be with someone else. That’s egotistical, you know?”

He stands too, looking down at her. “What do you want me to do? Beg her?”

“Yes! Do it! Because if you don’t do anything now she’s going to be kissing Coyote in a few days” she sees something snap inside him. The realization. He leaves her without a word, walking in your direction.

“Y/n, can we talk?” you turn around, looking at Rooster’s serious expression.

“Is everything okay?”

“Let’s go outside” he grabs your hand, taking you out.

“Rooster are you ok-“

“Don’t go on that date” he interrupts you. You look at him. He looks tense. His jaw clenched, his eyes focused on yours.

“You’re joking, right?” you try to laugh, but his face tells you that this is not a joke. “You’re serious”

“Yeah. Y/n I know I fucked up, I really did. And I’m really sorry. But if you let me explain…”

“You told me you didn’t feel the same. You just wanted to be my friend and now that someone is interested in dating me you do this? How can you explain this?” your words hurt him. You can see it in his face, and his closed eyes and sorrowful expression.

“I was trying to protect you” he confesses.

“Protect me from what?”

“I didn’t want you to be hurt if something happened to me”

“That it’s my decision, Rooster” you move towards the beach, trying to put some distance between the aviator and you. But every step you move away, he follows.

“I knew you would be mad at me”

“Then why did you do it?!” you’re tired of this conversation. It’s like going around in circles.

“Because I love you!” he says, raising his voice.

You both stay silent, looking at each other with thousands of thoughts running through your head. He loves you. You should be angry at him for lying but he just admitted his feelings. Natasha was right, he loved you. And he still does.

“You love me” you repeat.

“With my whole fucking soul” he admits in a whisper.

“I should be mad at you, you know”

He looks at the floor, kicking the sand with his boots. “I won’t blame you if you are”

You walk closer to him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling down to kiss him. He freezes for a moment, not really understanding what’s happening. Then he pulls you closer, his hands on your hips, his tongue fighting for dominance. You pull back to breath, and Rooster follows you, searching for your lips. You chuckle a bit and he opens his eyes.

You hear cheering and clapping from inside the bar, turning to see all your friends celebrating that the two of you got together. Finally. Phoenix and Coyote high five each other and you know those two had a plan.

“…are you still mad?” Rooster asks in a tiny voice. Why is he so cute?

“Oh, I’m really mad. But you’ll have time to make it up”

He smiles. “I like the sound of that” he says, pulling you closer to kiss you again.

#top gun maverick #top gun one shot #top gun fic #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster fanfic #jenn writes

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cornertheculprit · 1 year

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okay kind of long post incoming because i've just now figured out how i want to word this. i made a little post a while ago saying that i think maya started to consider phoenix her family when he insisted that he would help her in 2-2 despite her thinking that she killed someone and gave him her magatama and that i think phoenix started considering her as his family when he realized she was kidnapped and his vision started going gray and blacking out in a way it hasn't ever done for any other character and while i could make an entirely separate post detailing maya's side of things i'm going to focus on phoenix for now. i don't know if this is a proper analysis or something i'm just rambling lmao

okay. as we all know. phoenix does not believe in people unconditionally unless they have given him prior reason to do so (like edgeworth and mia). this exchange that happens in aa1 is, i think, the biggest example of him admitting it out loud:

Phoenix: I'm going to believe in you two until the end.

Larry: Us two?

Maya: Edgeworth and... who else? You mean me right?

Larry: Nah! He means me! Right, Nick?

Phoenix: Yeah, you, Larry.

Maya: Not... me?

Maya: ...

while it clearly hurts for maya to hear i think it makes sense. they've known each other for a very short time at this point and phoenix does, at this point, have more reason to trust in larry than he does maya (even though that trust seems pretty much revoked by the time aa3 rolls around because of larry admitting he was the one who stole the lunch money that caused the class trial at the end of turnabout goodbyes but i digress). while they're still in the process of quickly becoming good friends and while maya does seem to have grown attached to phoenix more quickly than phoenix to her (presumably because phoenix had defended her when no one else would) it's clear that phoenix isn't quite at the point she is. HOWEVER! according to rfta he also gets so depressed at the fact that she went back to kurain village to train that he literally doesn't take a single case for two months until he meets someone (ema) that reminds him so much of maya that he can't say no. fast forward to aa2:

Phoenix: What's wrong?

Maya: Are you sure? I mean, I'm guilty! I'm a murderer!

Phoenix: No one's decided that yet.

Maya: But I did! I killed that person... with these... two hands...!

Phoenix: That's enough, Maya.

Maya: It's hopeless! If you defend me, you'll lose, I'm sure...

Phoenix: Stop it!

Maya: ... ...Help me... Nick, help me... I'm scared...

Phoenix: Don't worry, I will. When is the trial?

this exchange is interesting to me because it's at this point that maya holds him back from leaving and gives him the magatama. their friendship, even though they've only just been reunited, is strong enough that phoenix insists that no one's decided WHO the killer is yet even in the face of maya admitting she thinks she's done it. but the thing IS—phoenix doesn't explicitly state he BELIEVES she hadn't done it. and when the topic of belief does come up later in the case, this is what ensues:

Maya: Um, Nick...

Phoenix: Yeah?

Maya: Why do you believe in me? Why do you think I didn't kill Dr. Grey?

Phoenix: ...Because of something Mia told me.

phoenix says out loud that the reason he believes wholeheartedly in maya's innocence (NOW, mind you) isn't because of his belief in maya's character, it's because of mia's words: spirit mediums can't dream when they channel. and he wholeheartedly believes in mia, which means that he now wholeheartedly believes in maya's innocence by EXTENSION.

and then farewell, my turnabout happens. and again, the minute he hears that maya's been kidnapped, his eyesight goes grayscale and starts fading like it doesn't do for any other character in the series:

Phoenix: (M-My sight... Everything's fading away... Maya... Maya... Maya's been kidnapped!)

and suddenly, phoenix is doing everything in his goddamn power to try to get her back. it's to the point that even the people of the gallery start turning against him when he attempts to pin the blame on adrian andrews to buy some time. it's even to the point where MIA, of all people, starts looking at him with seemingly genuine disapproval and not just her usual exasperation when he fucks up in court. and the only thought running through his head?

Phoenix: (This is to save Maya... This is to save Maya... Even if the whole world turns against me, this is one fight I can't give up on!)

Mia: ...

and then the case is over, and maya and phoenix have this exchange (as well as the happy little picture which always make me want to combust so i'm putting it in this post because look at them):

Phoenix: M-M-M... MAYA!

Pearl: Mystic Maya! Mystic Mayaaaaaaaa!

Maya: Oh, Nick! I knew you would come through! You got Engarde convicted, like I knew you would... And on top of that, you even rescued me!

Phoenix: Well, of course I did! You know I would never desert you!

and it's DIFFERENT when phoenix says it this time. when he told her he wouldn't abandon her all the way back in aa1 it was different. it was when she thought she'd been abandoned by everyone and phoenix compared it to his own past and made the decision to stay by her side through that trial partly because of that (and partly because of the fact that she was mia's sister). this time, when phoenix says he would never desert her, he EXCLAIMS it and states it like it's a simple fact of life. he would never desert her! that's all there is to it! and from then on things change. aa3 is known for its phoenix&maya moments for a reason: the banter is hilarious, the dynamics sublime, and if you didn't really see it before, you REALLY start to notice that you're getting hit with the wacky friendship/sibling-like shenanigans (maya whacking phoenix over the head with the shichishito is, of course, the first thing that comes to mind, but there's so so so many more moments) now. the conversation of "belief" between them starts in the stolen turnabout, where pearl starts crying and tells phoenix she'll never forgive him for taking ron delite's case. but when he asks maya about it?

Phoenix: And what about you...? Are you OK with me taking Mr. DeLite's case...?

Maya: Y-Yeah... I'm fine, Nick. I believe in you.

Phoenix: ... *sniffle* (I think I'm going to cry.)

she believes, wholeheartedly, in phoenix. and later, of course, bridge to the turnabout happens. you see how phoenix quite literally knocks larry (who he once said he'd always believe in) out of the way despite larry's very rational protests that the burning bridge was too dangerous to try and cross in his effort to reach maya on the OFF CHANCE that the murderer had fled to the other side. despite the fact that phoenix, just hours earlier, had been so terrified of the bridge that he needed literal time to recover after crossing it. and when dahlia-as-iris starts trying to pin the murder on maya....

Dahlia/Iris: I saw her commit the crime with my very own eyes... And then I cleaned up the area to try to protect her.

Phoenix: OBJECTION! Th-That's ridiculous! Maya could never do such a--

INSTANT dismissal. INSTANT refusal. it's not at all like his rationalizations (and his trust in mia over maya) in 2-2. he BELIEVES, wholeheartedly, in maya. in the fact that maya could never kill anyone. and the thing about it is that his belief in maya didn't come from some grand showcase of saving him like mia and edgeworth did—it was the product of years of friendship. throughout the entirety of the time that dahlia tries to pin the murder on maya, phoenix refuses to even CONSIDER the idea:

Phoenix: (I still can't believe it... The idea of Maya cornering someone at knifepoint! It's just silly!)

bridge to the turnabout even ENDS with maya saying that phoenix is one of the feys now. she calls herself his big sister TWICE and the only objection he has to it is that she was trying to claim that SHE was the older one and not the other way around. he (as shown by the end credits) literally ended up sitting under a freezing waterfall with her for the special course spirit training despite not being a medium at all. it's very clear by the end of the trilogy that phoenix and maya are absolutely irreplaceable in each other's lives, no questions asked.

so. overall. i think the moment that the dynamic between phoenix and maya shifted from "good friends" to "family" is actually different between the two of them. for maya, it was near the beginning of jfa, when she gave phoenix her magatama after he refused to let her admit she was guilty without a fight. for phoenix, it was near the end of jfa, when maya was kidnapped and he realized that he'd do anything to save her. and i think this shows throughout the entirety of trials & tribulations. i don't have a proper ending to to this or anything they're just my blorbos and i love them so much

#GAHHHHHHH. EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THEM I WANT TO EXPLODEEEEEEE #phoenix wright #maya fey #ace attorney

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Don't Break My Heart

Summary: You get more than you bargained for from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader Word Count: 1.7K Raiting: Mature. Unplanned pregnancy, reference to past sexual situations, and angst. A/N: This is part of my Small Mistakes New Beginnings Series. Thank you @callsign-phoenix for looking this over and making the beautiful moodboard. Dear readers, go follow her if you haven’t already! Likes are wonderful but reblogs and comments feed the muse.

You haven't seen Rhett in nearly three months, not since you let him fuck you in the bed of his truck after the rodeo. You weren’t normally the type to fall for a man like him but there had been something in the way he looked at you with those troubled blue eyes that made you say yes when he asked you to leave with him. He'd been sweet and gentle with you, so different from what you expected a bull rider to be like. You still remember how clear the night sky was, the way the canopy of stars looked behind him as he drove into you over and over again. It felt magical, something straight out of a dream. At least until a month later when you found yourself staring at two identical blue lines, scared and alone.

It isn’t hard to track him down. His schedule on the rodeo circuit is easy to find, but gathering the courage to call him? Well that takes a little while longer but when you do Rhett remembers you immediately or at least he pretends to. He offers to meet up at a bar in the town he’s riding in. It’s not far away from Wabang so you agree and make the drive.

It’s loud and chaotic when you arrive, the sound of live music and drunken laughter grating on your ears. Even before you found out you were pregnant this kind of place wasn’t your scene. Rhett stands immediately when he sees you, taking off his hat and holding it against his chest. He’s happy now, but you wonder how long that sweetness will last when you tell him the truth.

"I was surprised to hear from you," he says, smiling despite his busted lip. He takes a seat when you do, grabbing the server as she walks past.

"Two beers, please.”

"Nothing for me," you correct. You don’t plan on staying long. You’ll go once you work up the courage to tell him.

"Maybe we could," Rhett starts just as you blurt out, "I'm pregnant.”

For a moment he doesn't react, just stares at you with wide blue eyes. The blank expression on his face is what you expected but when his lips turn down you’re quick to add, “I don't want anything from you.” His face falls as you continue. “You don't have to be involved. I just felt you should know."

By the time he finally reacts you're up and out of your seat.

"Wait," he says, his fingers encircling your wrist in a loose hold. He tries to tug you back towards him but you resist. "You can't just tell a man he's gonna be a father and run off."

"You don't have to be. I know this isn't what you want."

You pull free of his grip and turn towards the door.

"Hey," he says, loud enough that a few people turn to look at him. You freeze, a little bubble of fear expanding in your chest. Rhett seems to realize his mistake and softens his voice, holding his hands out in a gesture of peace. "With respect, you don't know what I want."

"You're a bull rider. I don't think you're looking to settle down and start a family."

"Can we talk about this? Please,” he implores. You touch your stomach and his eyes follow the movement. He stares at your midsection, tongue prodding at the cut on his lip. He looks behind him to the bar and then back to you. “Not here though. Smoke’s not good for the baby. Or you."

You falter, curling your bitten-down fingernails into the strap of your purse as you consider his request. This was supposed to be simple, tell him and leave. You never expected he'd be interested or even care.

"Okay," you agree after a moment of hesitation.

"Come on, there's a diner that's open late up the street," he says, dropping a few crumpled bills on the table.

He surprises you by settling a hand on your lower back and pressing in close, his chest touching your left shoulder. He herds you out the door, keeping his body between yours and the men entering. They greet him, one even whistling when they see you're together, but Rhett ignores them, urging you along. Once you're outside he slides his cowboy hat back on and looks up and down the street.

“It’s just up this way. They got good coffee.” He stops and frowns. “Shit, you can’t have that can you?”

“It’s fine,” you promise him, “I can have tea. Or water.”

“Alright,” he nods and you feel his thumb move steadily up and down the curve of your hip in what you think might be an unconscious gesture on his part.

It’s soothing and a little bit of you hates him for it. For being so nice and caring. Your guard’s already slipping around him even though that little voice at the back of your mind warns that you’re only setting yourself up for disappointment. A man like Rhett isn’t going to be the kind of loving husband and father you need him to be. He can’t. You've spent enough time around bull riders and those in the circuit growing up. It’s all fuck or fight with them and a new woman in every town. They crave adventure and freedom, not being tied down to a woman they barely know.

Inside the diner, Rhett slides in across the booth from you. He’s watching your face, but you catch his gaze slipping lower, to what’s hidden below the table. Even though you’re not showing yet you place your hand over your stomach in response. The corner of his lips curls up briefly and he returns his attention back to you. It reminds you of the night you met and the way he returned your shy smile with one of his own.

“So,” you start, drumming your fingers on the table. “You wanted to talk.”

“Yeah,” Rhett says, sitting up a little straighter. “How far along are you? Are you…doing ok?”

“About 12 weeks and yeah, I’m doing good besides a little morning sickness.”

He scratches his jaw and squints. “That’s the first trimester, right?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s doing…. good?” He asks.

“The baby is healthy.” You promise, watching him relax a fraction.

“That’s good. You got one of those, uh, pictures of it?”

The request surprises you and you feel bad telling him no, especially with how hopeful he looks. “I do at home. I didn’t think you’d want to see.”

“You don’t think much of me, do you,” he says. It’s phrased as a question but you both know it’s a statement.

“I don’t even know you. We had one night together and that was it. I wasn't even sure I should tell you."

“Give me a chance,” he says, reaching for your hands. You want to believe him because you’re terrified and alone, though you know deep down letting someone in only to have them disappoint you would be worse. “Please.”

His expression is so earnest and vulnerable that you find yourself nodding.

“Okay,” you tell him, embarrassed to feel a few tears leak out of your eyes. You hurry to brush them away, but Rhett beats you to it, catching them with his thumb as he reaches across the table to rub your cheek. Unconsciously you lean into his touch, eyes closing.

“I can see you’re scared,” Rhett acknowledges. “But I’m not gonna leave you to do this alone. Even if I was the type of man to, my father would kill me.” You give him a watery laugh and he grins. “We got six months to get to know one another and figure this out.”

“That’s not a long time,” you tell him.

“It’s enough to get started. We can figure the rest out as we go,” he promises.

You swallow past the lump in your throat and look down at your hands in his. There’s dirt under his nails and little scars over his knuckles and forearms. Life in this town was tough and scratching out a living from the land was even harder here. It wasn’t a place you wanted to raise your child.

“I took a job in Bozeman. I’m moving next month,” you tell him. “I know your family is here but…” you trail off, afraid of his reaction.

“I can get a job out there,” he says, squeezing your hand. “They got cattle in most places.”

“What about your family?”

He lets go of your hands and leans back, something dark and angry in his expression. “I’ve been wanting to leave for years,” he says, still not looking at you. He’s watching something outside on the street, but his eyes are unfocused. “This place…it’s no good.”

“And your bull riding?” You ask.

“I gotta finish out the circuit,” he says. “We’ll need the money and I made a commitment. Once that’s done though, so am I. It was always about a way to leave here anyway.”

“You’re giving up a lot for someone you hardly know,” you tell him.

“I am getting a whole hell of a lot,” he argues back with a soft smile. “You think this compares to 8 seconds on a bull? Nah, not by a mile.”

More tears come. This time you don’t try to stop them, all the fear and worry you’ve been carrying comes out in a rush of relief and hope. Rhett’s quick to move to your side of the booth, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and encouraging you to lay your cheek on his chest. His big hand runs up and down your back as you let out all your emotions.

“Sorry,” you apologize, clearing your throat and sitting up straight.

Rhett doesn’t remove his arm but he’s polite enough to look away while you dry your tears and collect yourself.

“My next appointment is on Friday. It’s down in Casper at the hospital. If you want to come.”

“I’ll be there,” he promises.

The certainty in his voice and the soft way he looks at you has you believing he’ll come. That he means what he says and you’re not going to be alone. There’s no doubt the coming months will be hard, but with Rhett at your side, you feel hopeful for the first time since you saw those two blue lines.

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Part 2 - I'll Be Your Reason

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topgun-imagines · 10 months

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Forget Me Not (i)

Requested: no

Summary: After a bad training accident, you wake up in the hospital 4 days later. Everything seems fine, until you don’t recognize the man by your side.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: There will be more parts.

Warnings: hospitals, memory loss, amnesia, plane crash, injuries, broken bones, angst, cursing, possibly incorrect medical terminology.

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife!reader

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“Who are you?” The pilot's head snaps up at the sound of your voice. He had been sitting at your bedside for the past four days, waiting for you to wake up. There had been a terrible accident during training, one that sent you crashing into the ground. You couldn’t eject. No matter how hard you pulled on the handles, there was nothing you could do to save yourself. Hours later, the search and rescue team found you buried under debris and unconscious. You had been rushed to the hospital on base and immediately treated. You had numerous broken bones, a punctured lung, and a brain bleed. The doctors weren't even sure you were going to make it.

You were in surgery for hours. The Dagger Squad spent the whole time in the waiting room, all anxious about whether you would be okay. Rooster and Phoenix refused to go home, insisting that they would stay by Jake’s side until you woke up. It had nearly been a week, and the longest either of them had left was for a quick shower or to pick up food.

Now, as you were waking up in a room merely 20 feet away, Bradley and Natasha were resting on each other as they slept.

Jake stared at you with wide eyes. He had been waiting to hear your voice for days, and now that you were talking to him, he couldn’t believe it. Your wide eyes watched him carefully as he shot up out of his seat. There was a wide smile on his face, one that quickly disappeared when he realized what you said.

He spoke your name softly as he slowly lowered himself back into the chair. “Do you recognize me?” Horror spread through him as you shook your head. “Excuse me.” Jake murmured before he shot off his chair and darted out of the room. You stared after him, confusion written across your face.

Laboured breaths fell quickly from his lips as Jake leaned against the wall and tossed his head back. Rooster and Phoenix shot out of their chairs at the sight of Jake. “What’s going on?” The blond pilot could hardly hear Rooster’s words through the ringing in his ears. “Jake? Is she awake?” Jake heaved a large sigh.

Humming quietly, Jake peeled his eyes open and did his best to not let any tears fall. Phoenix’s next question had him choking out a humourless laugh. “‘Then what’s the problem?’” He pushed himself off the wall. “You wanna know what the fucking problem is Phoenix? The problem is that when she woke up, she had no goddamn idea who I was.” Everyone fell silent at Jake’s words.

You were always the life of the party. You were always the one to lift everyone’s spirits with your presence alone. Wherever Jake was feeling down, you never failed to cheer him up. You were the single best thing in his life. He never could have asked for anyone better. But now, you couldn’t even remember your husband’s name.

“I’m so sorry,” Phoenix spoke quietly setting a hand on Jake’s forearm to try and comfort him. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was feeling right now. The two of you had only been married for a few months, and now you had no idea that you were ever married in the first place. The tears that he had been trying so hard to hold in were now rolling down his cheeks, dampening the black fabric of his T-shirt. She and Rooster wound their arms around the shaking pilot. “God, Jake. I’m so sorry.”

Just then a nurse stepped out of the room beside them. “Mr. Seresin?” Jake sniffled and pulled back. “If you would please come with me.” She headed back into the room, Jake trailing behind him. Your husband exhaled shakily at the expression on your face. He could tell that you were confused and scared. It ripped him to shreds knowing that he couldn’t comfort you right now.

“Mrs?” The elderly woman started, moving to stand next to you. You sat up, glancing between her and the strange man at the door. “Do you remember your name?” You nodded, giving her your name. The sound of your voice made Jake sigh. He had missed hearing your voice and knowing that you could at least remember your name was a relief. “And can you tell me what year it is?” That was when Jake’s heart sank for the second time in the past ten minutes. You thought that it was three years ago. That explained why you had no idea who he was.

The older woman smiled at Jake gently, seeing the pain in his eyes. “I'll leave you two alone. The doctor should be with you shortly.” Then she stepped out of the room, silence filling it seconds later.

“So…” You started, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Who are you?” Your voice was quieter now, less scared than it was before. Sighing, the pilot took a seat beside you in the hard plastic seat beside your bed. He gave you his name and watched your face carefully to see if you recognized it. You could tell that he was expecting you to know it, but when you didn’t, all you could do was give him a sad smile. “How do we know each other?”

Instantly, Jake began to think over your entire relationship, ever since when you met to now. The two of you met at the beach. The second Jake saw you, he couldn’t help but drop some corny pick-up line to try and get you to look his way. You had giggled at his cheesy line and a few hours later agreed to go out with him. From there the two of you had grown inseparable.

“We met at the beach,” He started, a barely-there fond smile on his face. “I made some corny joke and then we, uh,” Pausing, Jake debated on whether or not to tell you that the two of you had been together for nearly three years. “And then we became friends. We’ve been nearly inseparable ever since.”

You smiled at the thought. “Can you tell me more?” You liked hearing him talk. For some reason, listening to Jake’s soft voice as he spoke about how the two of you met had you melting against the scratchy hospital sheets.

Jake nodded. “Of course, Darlin’,” The pet name sent butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Why, you weren’t quite sure. “You were on leave and I had just been stationed in Miami for six months,” You smiled, trying to picture what he was describing. “After that, you went to Lemoore and I went up to Virginia. We still kept talking though,” There was a faint smile on his face as he thought about the last few years with you. “A few months ago we both came to North Island. And now we're here.” The pilot wrapped up his short summary just before your doctor walked into the room.

The older man smiled gently at the two of you, glasses perched on his nose as he glanced down at your file. “Mrs.,” He started, pausing when Jake shook his head subtly. “Miss,” The doctor started again. “It appears that due to the crash, you have sustained mild brain damage. This would explain your memory loss,” You nodded, listening intently to the doctor's words. “In time, you should hopefully regain most, if not all of your memories. However, we cannot be sure how long this will take. It could take anywhere from a few months to a few years,” Swallowing, you nodded. “We’d like to keep you in the hospital for the next few days to monitor your progress.” You nodded once more, yawning slightly as your doctor finished talking.

He stepped out of the room, allowing you and Jake to continue your conversation. “Would you mind if I slept?” Your words were quiet as you yawned once more. There was a soft smile on Jake’s face as he nodded.

Standing from the uncomfortable plastic chair, Jake stepped toward the door. “I’ll be in the hall if you need me.” And then he was gone. You weren’t sure why his words made you feel calm and protected or why the look he gave you before he left had your stomach fluttering. Your eyes slowly closed and the last thing on your mind before you let sleep pull you under was Jake. Even though you couldn’t remember Jake, you could have sworn that the two of you had a bond stronger than what friends had.

Jake knew that it was unlikely that you would call out for him. However, he couldn’t help but hope that even though you couldn’t remember him, you would feel like you could trust him.

When Jake stepped out of the room he was greeted by the sight of your doctor. The door closed softly behind him. “Mr. Seresin,” The older man started, a sombre look on his face. “I’m afraid I have some more unfortunate news.”

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this for my 1.5k follower celebration, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!Mitchell!reader blurb, requested by @sylviebell.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

The prompt requested is: a hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Warnings: none

Your father’s one rule for dating had been implanted in you ever since you had been thirteen years old.

He was an important man in the Navy, or at least to those below his rank, so he felt the need to clarify that you were never to go out with a pilot.

Whenever you returned home from a date, no matter how late, Mav was there to greet you, checking in on you with the catchphrase you had established with each other.

He’d get up from his chair to watch you walk through the door, the two of you making eye contact even in the dark.

“Not an aviator, never an aviator,” you said simultaneously, oftentimes accompanied with a grin and an eye-roll from your side.

You knew why your dad asked this of you and you weren’t exactly excited to have your lover shipped off to God knows where, never to return.

When you met Nat however you just knew she was the right one for you.

You started off as close friends and you didn’t exactly know when things shifted between you, the sitting next to each other on the couch turned into cuddling, turned into making out.

You two just liked each other too much, but you tried to keep it secret.

Everyone knew you and Nat were friends so you two being seen together wasn’t unusual.

You were very happy about that because you didn’t care if other people knew about Nat and you, you liked your privacy and you loved being with her, but you also liked that your dad didn’t know you were breaking your rule.

Days, weeks and months flew by and Nat and you were happy together, spending time together and with friends as well, keeping a low profile with your love life.

You were so excited when Nat started to ask you to come with her to official gatherings.

You loved to go with her and even though you didn’t externally act like a couple you still shared silent glances of loving pride.

Over time there were small slip-ups, a short holding or squeezing of hands or a kiss to the cheek, but all of it could have been interpreted as acts of close friendship.

When your dad invited you and his squadron of aviators over for drinks you were excited to go, and Nat was as well.

Your evening was nice and without a problem, up until Nat went to say good night.

She was hugging everyone until she came to you, smiling at you before pecking your lips in a quick and slightly tipsy display of affection.

She whispered a simple ‘see you later, babe’ before she was on her way, leaving you with everyone’s eyes on you.

It took you a few seconds before you realized it, your eyes widening as your head whipped around to look at your father.

Maverick’s expression was stern and his eyes were set on you, the phrase ‘not an aviator, never an aviator’ repeating in your mind in his voice.

You gulped quickly but Mav only took a second to shrug, a small grin forming as he shook his head.

“Could have chosen way worse, kid,” he said as everyone visibly relaxed, the chatter slowly returning to the room.

It seemed like Nat and you were now official.

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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Why are you jealous?

Prompt: 17, "whose shirt are you wearing?

Pairing: Bradley "rooster" Bradshaw x reader *callsign sunshine*

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Warnings: jealousy? fluff and some arguing

a/n: Hello! this took longer than expected but I think it turned out good. so worth the wait hopefully,

It had quite possibly been the most excruciating week of your life. All week you had been out of wack, constantly tripping, spilling, and even running into things. To be fair, it wasn't your fault. Or at least that's what you were going to tell yourself even though it 100% is on you and your dumb little brain.

Everyone on the team has noticed your clumsiness spike, and bob, being the very observant person he is, noticed that it only happens when a certain sandy brown-haired pilot is in the room.

At first, he thought maybe it was just because he startled you, and that's why you dropped your helmet on your foot Monday, because yeah rooster did kind of sneak up on you that day. By sneak up, he means that rooster walked up to you and said hey but your back was turned.

But then on Tuesday, he saw you hit your head on the wing of your plane when rooster walked out onto the tarmac. Or later that same day when you were drinking water and dropped your glass when rooster threw his head back laughing. Which you then captured everyone's attention undeniably making you more flustered as you turned promptly to end up ramming your hip into the counter.

This went on the entire week. Your body feels sore and bruised, not from the intense training you were undergoing. You'd gladly take 200 push-ups compared to how your body feels right now.

It's now Friday night, and you're one of the first pilots off base and at the hard deck. Begging penny to just poor you something strong that doesn't taste like jet fuel. She laughs but you can tell there's some worry behind her eyes as she glances down at the cut on your arm. She slides over your glass, "sorry hon, something strong doesn't come without the jet fuel taste."

"it was worth asking" you shrug taking the shot she gave you, making a face when you find out its tequila.

"Alright hon, I'll get you another on the condition you tell me why you are looking like hell" Penny's already pouring the next one, knowing you're gonna confide in her. You let out a deep sigh, taking that shot too before opening up.

"oh pens, I am an absolute mess." you pause, Looking back you know you've had a massive crush on rooster for ages, but you weren't consciously aware of it until you heard phoenix pressuring him to ask some girl out. "every time he walks into the room it's like I forget how to be human." you groan gesturing for another shot.

"Like how did I act normal around him before without realizing the butterflies and the heart palpitations, and how do I suddenly forget how to breathe every time I see him? That's insane, right? I've gone insane. " Penny laughs, and you wish you could be as absolutely smooth and charming as her, she never stumbled on her words with maverick. Always the perfect picture of confident and witty.

Rooster on the other hand was confused because he thought you two were really good friends, he even thought you maybe liked him back, but this whole week you've been avoiding him like the plague. Every time he walked into a room you high-tailed it out as fast as possible like the room caught fire.

He wanted to ask you out, in fact, he was planning on doing it this week. Today even, because he knew Friday night tradition was the team going to the hard deck, and he wanted to ask you out of the beach when you two inevitably snuck away for your Friday night walks together.

Phoenix has been encouraging him to ask you out for months, and now when he's finally gonna do it you are acting strange? The only logical jump for his mind is to think you don't like him and definitely don't want him to ask you out.

He pulls into the parking lot, groaning as he gets out. Remembering Phoenix's words he rubs his hands on his jeans. "You can do this Bradshaw. You'd rather ask and be rejected than never know what could've been" and with that, he makes his way in.

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It's like your body senses when Bradley walks into the bar, and of course, because you can't seem to get your shit together, you spill what should've been a very yummy cocktail, down the front of your shirt. Now you would've been fine and rocked the stain all night like you basically have been all week, but you wore white. Why did you wear white?? You've been falling apart all week and you chose to wear white? Cursing yourself in your head you move to get up and rush to the bathroom, but on your way there you bump into a very smug hangman.

"Sweetheart, there are easier ways you could've seduced me" he smirks at you. Groaning you try to cover up as much as you can, hating past you for choosing a black bra and white top combo.

"Hangman you and I both know I wouldn't stain a shirt for you" He laughs and shakes his head, because yeah you've been acting weird this week but at least you haven't been weird with him. He'll never admit it but you are definitely his best friend.

"C'mon sweetheart I have a spare shirt in my car." He leads the way out of his jeep, covering you from prying eyes as much as his towering figure can. Sighing in relief when you get to his jeep, he hands you a t-shirt with his old college on it.

"I want this back" he grins at you and you can't stop the scoff coming from your lips. "when have I ever stolen your clothes hangman"

"you haven't, yet sunshine" you laugh at his yet, shoving his shoulder as you make your way, no longer red-stained, back into the hard deck.

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You might no longer have a red stain, but Rooster sure is seeing red. You were walking your way back to the bar to re order the cocktail that ended up being a stain, when you heard rooster.

"Whose shirt are you wearing" You turned to see a very angry-looking rooster. In all the time you've known rooster, sure you've seen him angry but never towards you. Shocked by this you froze, and honestly, you would've froze anyway because he's so gorgeous and he's standing so close, and oh god have his eyes always been this mesmerizing?

"I uh-" you wanted to tell him what happened but your pathetic attempt gets cut off.

"It's mine Bradshaw, Problem?" you groan because there's no way this is going to end well. You watch as Bradley's jaw clutches, fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"Yeah, there's a problem Seresin. Why the fuck is y/n wearing your shirt." it wasn't a question so much as a demand.

"A gentleman never tells rooster" You knew jake would say something sexual and snarky, of course, he would, it's jake.

"Rooster-" you tried to interject, confused as to what was happening in the first place.

"You fucking asshole! You know I'm like in love with y/n and yet you made a move anyway?" He pushes jake, and you froze, processing his words before he turned to you.

"This why you've been avoiding me?! Didn't wanna own up to not having feelings for me and instead letting me find out your fucking seresin like this? classy." He has never looked so angry before. You feel the sting of his words and before you can will yourself not too, your eyes tear up. Rooster, however, turned back to jake and not wasting a second before scoffing and storming out of the bar.

It took you about five seconds and a nudge from jake to boost into high gear and out you went running after him. It doesn't take long to find him, he's walking towards his car and you go running.

"Rooster stop!" and by some luck he does but he keeps his back to you, and that hurts.

"I-I am not sleeping with jake"

"You dont sound so sure there" There's a harshness to his tone you've never heard directed to you before.

"Bradley, I spilled my drink on my shirt, and jake-" he scoffs at the use of Jakes's name but you continue anyway

"He lent me a shirt because mine went see-through." your voice couldn't have been higher than a whisper, but you know he heard you because he turned his head slightly as if saying continue.

"I... I was avoiding you because every time I see you or hear you laugh I forget how to breathe or speak or really function as a human being." He tenses and turns around, you can see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Did you-- did you mean what you said in there?" you asked, looking towards the bar because if you look at him you might die.

"Every word" his murmured reply comes and it honestly makes your heart stop. You would've seen him coming had you not still been looking anywhere but him. You feel his fingers on your chin, gasping as he turns your head to look at him.

"y/n Sunshine, I've been in love with you since I met you. The reason I convinced you to have your call sign be sunshine is that you are mine. Every time I see you the world is brighter, it could be the rainiest day but if I get to see you and that smile then every single thing is worth it. Can I take you out tomorrow" he rubs your cheek with his thumb, spewing out all the words you could only imagine hearing in a dream.

"Rooster you idiot why didn't you ask me out sooner. Of course, I will go out with you." He's grinning at your answer, picking you up and spinning you around you almost laugh but you don't have time as he places the softest kiss against your lips. Startled you melt against him, because how is he real? He pulls away way to fast and you want to pull him right back in but he's always been a cheeky fucker.

"let me take you to dinner first" he winks at you but not even two seconds later- "gonna need you to take off your shirt though" You laugh loudly

"thought you wanted to take me to dinner first Bradley" you have nothing but love in your eyes as you watch him grin.

"oh baby I do, but there's no way you're staying in Seresins shirt when you can have mine." and your falling even harder for this jealous puppy eyed man.

"Jealous Roos?" you are laughing at the look he shoots you

"Of course, I am darlin, here-" he pulls off his Hawaiian shirt and hands it to you. You take it, expecting him to turn around to let you change, when he stays put with a grin on his face you laugh.

"Bradshaw you perv, turn around" he does so with a laugh as you change shirts.

Heading back into the hard deck after a few more way to quick kisses, you can see his smug face and he goes directly to hangman and hands him back his shirt. You think you hear problem solved fall from his lips but you cant confirm because all you can hear is bob

"It's about god damn time you two figured it out, if I had to watch Sunshine over here hurt herself on one more thing I was outing you too" to say you were shocked was an understatement, especially when everyone groaned in agreement.

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theycallmebecca · 1 year

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Oh a ficlet request with Steve Rogers and it’s super domestic and fluffy. But Steve and Reader go shopping and it’s just their regular run and she sees something that she’s sure Steve needs a refill of (like his favorite cereal or coffee or even soap), so she just goes “You’re almost out of (x thing)”, puts it in the cart and keeps walking, and Steve just stares at her and in that moment he realizes he’s in love. Just by doing something mundane. But he’s like stuck/stopped walking so reader stops and goes “what?”

Hey @phoenix-rising-starbird-one thanks for this request! Since your prompt was so specific, there wasn't really a low of room for me to play with it... however, I took the general idea of reader buying something that Steve needed without him asking, and ran with that. I hope you like it!

This Memorial Day weekend, I'm accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Whole Heart

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

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Steve was waiting on the front steps when you pulled your car into the driveway.

Turning the car off, you unlocked the door and popped the trunk, not at all surprised when he opened the door for you.

“Sorry about this morning,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

The two of you had been living together for a couple of months and your Saturday mornings had become a date of sorts where the two got coffee and did the weekly shopping together. This morning, however, he’d gotten a call from work and had had to go in.

“It’s ok,” you assured him, remembering at the last second that you had gotten him a coffee, too. It was cold now, you knew, but it was plain black coffee and he wasn’t against reheating it in the microwave.

His face brightened when he saw the cup and he leaned in and gave you a kiss in thanks.

“You take that inside,” he said, gesturing to the coffee. “I’ll bring the groceries in.”

Knowing it was pointless to argue, you carried the coffee inside with him following a moment later, the multiple bags looking weightless in his hands.

He set the bags down on the counter and the two of you started to unload them. Setting up a tag team, of sorts, when it came to putting things in the fridge or in the pantry.

“How did you…”

Hearing his voice taper off, you turned from where you were rearranging the fridge and found him staring down at the bottle of body wash in his hands.

“What?” you asked, confused at his bafflement. “You were almost out, so I got you more.”

“But it wasn’t on the list,” he said, slowly.

The two of you kept a shared grocery list during the week, but personal items weren’t on the list because you each had your own lists.

“I got you more shaving cream, too,” you said, gesturing to another bag.

He gaped at you.

He’d warned you when you’d first moved in that he had been on his own for a very long time and that he didn’t expect you to take care of him or clean up after him. “I want a partner not a parent,” he’d stated.

Setting the bottle of soap down, he made his way to you and turned you around to look at him, closing the fridge door in the same motion.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked, his eyes looking deep into yours.

“Not this morning,” you replied, coyly.

“You’re amazing,” he stated, his hand caressing your chin. “I don’t always understand why you chose me, but I am entirely grateful you did because I love you with my whole heart.”

“I chose you because I love you with my whole heart, too,” you told him.

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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More Than Friends

Part 2 of Good Friends

Pairing: hangman x female!reader

TW: angst, fluff, drinking, forced proximity

Summary: After you get snowed in with Jake, dagger squad is tired of watching you avoid each other like the plague.

Word Count: 1.9k

You and Jake built your friendship from the ground up after your relationship burned to the ground but after that evening at the Hard Deck, he's been acting distant. He brushes you off when you try to bring it up, and it's starting to take a toll on you. He's your best friend and you miss him.

Part of you wonders if it's because of what you said when he tried to bring up rekindling your old romance, but a better part of you thinks that can't be it. It hit a boiling point last weekend when he completely ignored you and walked away when you tried to talk to him. You haven't spoken since then.

Which is exactly why you're not happy about your current predicament. The Dagger Squad has had a ski trip to Northern California planned for months, and it was too late to back out. You've been here for a week and it's been hell. Now as the wind howls outside and snow flutters down from the sky, you find yourself snowed into a cabin with your ex-turned-friend.

He hasn't spoken a word to you since you arrived, and your feelings are starting to tip from hurt to pissed. He's sitting on the opposite end of the couch deliberately avoiding you, and your face has been pinched in a permanent scowl ever since you realized he's not going to put on his big boy pants and talk to you.

Phoenix is watching from the kitchen with Bradley and shakes her head.

"When are those idiots going to figure out they never moved on?" She huffs and Bradley chuckles. They've watched the two of you skirt around each other for months, but being exposed to the torture the last week has them at their breaking point.

"At this point, I'm starting to think it may have to be the end of the world for them to pull their head out of their asses."

Phoenix snorts in response and a comfortable silence falls over them before Bradley speaks again.

"Maybe we should get them drunk." He suggests and his friend turns to look at him.

"That's diabolical. I love it." She nods and they begin gathering their supplies.

You look up when they return to the living room and your frown deepens when you see Bradley holding a bottle of tequila.

"Okay," Natasha begins with a loud clap. "Since we're stuck here, let's drink and play truth or dare."

Jake breathes a laugh and shakes his head. "What are we, seventeen?" He quips and Bradley smacks him on the back of the head. You fight back a smile upon hearing his voice for the first time in a week and move to stand.

"I'm good." You say while forcing a yawn. "I'm going to head to bed."

Phoenix pushes you back down on the couch and you stare up at her with raised eyebrows.

"Sorry, participation is mandatory." She announces and you groan. You start to protest but your mouth snaps shut when she sends you a sharp look.

"Fine," You grumble. "What are the rules?"

Bradley smiles mischievously while sitting on the floor and you can already tell you're not going to enjoy this.

"If you don't want to answer a truth question, you take a shot. If you don't want to do a dare, the alternative is dealer's choice." He explains and you sigh. You glance at Jake to find him wearing a displeased expression similar to yours.

Thirty minutes later you and Jake are both several shots deep after avoiding embarrassing questions and the group is laughing loudly as everyone loosens up from the liquor. It's your turn again and Bradley turns to you.

"Okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?" He asks and you ponder for a second. You’re pretty sure if you have to take another shot right now, you’ll puke.

"Give me a dare." You answer and you immediately regret it when his mouth turns up into a wicked grin.

"I dare you to kiss Jake."

Your mouth drops open and you vaguely hear Coyote mumble an 'oh shit'. Your eyes dart to Jake and his face has paled significantly.

"No way in hell. Give me an alternative." You insist while shaking your head and Bradley shrugs.

"Fine, the alternative is stripping down and streaking in the snow."

You stare at him blankly, trying to figure out if he's serious. You are nowhere near drunk enough to do either of those things.

"You're fucking joking." You stutter and he shakes his head.

"Nope." He pops the p and your eyes narrow. You look around the group before landing back on Jake and you know you can't get out of this.

"Fine." You sneer through clenched teeth before crawling over to the blonde pilot.

He stares at you with wide eyes and you take a deep breath before leaning in. Your lips finally meet and you're shocked when Jake leans into the kiss. You can't deny the electricity that shoots through your body as you taste tequila mixed with remnants of his mint toothpaste.

Both of you linger a little longer than necessary, and when you finally pull back his green eyes are staring into yours. You hear someone clear their throat loudly and launch back.

"Okay, who's next?" You ask, trying to divert the attention away from whatever the fuck just happened.

The game goes on for a while longer before everyone decides to head upstairs, leaving you and Jake alone. You shift awkwardly and decide to avoid conversation by cleaning up. You clamber up off the floor and stumble a bit. You're drunker than you thought, and you freeze when you feel Jake's hand steady you.

His hand is warm on your bicep and you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Neither of you says anything as he releases his grip and you turn to start picking up scattered cups and plates.

He watches you closely as you flit around, his mind running wild. He's definitely had less to drink than you, he's sure of that as he observes your sloppy movements. He stands to help after a few minutes but it's not until he reaches around you and your hands brush in the kitchen that the dam breaks.

You whip around and steady yourself, your breath hitching when you come chest-to-chest with him. You had no intention of saying anything but the liquid courage has impaired your decision-making skills, and the words leave your mouth before you can fully process them.

"Why are you being mean to me?" You meant for it to come out strong, but your voice is more of a whisper and your words slur just barely.

"What do you mean?" He asks sincerely and you roll your eyes. You're trying to look intimidating but Jake can't help but think you look like an angry puppy. It's just too cute to take seriously.

"I mean," You say while jabbing his chest for emphasis. "Why have you been avoiding me?" Jake's heart squeezes when he notices how sad you look and he silently scolds himself for being the cause.

"You're the one that said to leave well enough alone." He finally responds and confusion washes over you.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You question and he sighs. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid and he pushes down the bile as he realizes he's going to have to come clean.

"Do you really not see it?" He asks softly and he runs a hand down his face when it dawns on him that you really are oblivious.

"I've been in love with you since the first time I made you laugh. I thought being friends would be enough, but it's not. I can't pretend anymore. I can't act like you're not the first person I search for in a crowded room, like I don't dream about you at night, like my hearts not breaking anytime I see you with another man." He confesses and your features soften.

"You're the only person I want to call when something good happens, and I want to be the one you run to when you have a bad day. I can't be so close to you and so far at the same time." He finishes and you're at a loss for words.

"Jake.." You breathe while reaching up to cup his face and he feels his heart break.

"It's okay, Y/N. You've made your feelings crystal clear, this is my problem. I understand that you don't love me back." He mutters, trying to blink back the tears stinging his eyes. You stare at him for a moment, just really taking him in.

This is Jake you're talking about. The man who over the course of almost a decade has always been there for you, even when you pushed him away. You've always known that he's just a phone call away, no matter what time of night or what the circumstances are. You're pretty sure you'll be using him as a baseline for any relationship you ever have, and you're also pretty sure no one else will ever measure up.

You wipe away a single tear that falls down his cheek and lean up to kiss the wet streak it left behind.

"What if I do?" You whisper and his eyes fly open.

"What?" He asks in disbelief and you smile gently.

"What if I love you? What if I always have and was just too stupid to realize it?" You respond and he takes in a sharp breath.

"You're drunk." He reasons and you chuckle.

"I've been drunk on you for ten years, Jake." Both of your faces scrunch up and you laugh.

"Okay, that was really cheesy. But there's no amount of alcohol in the world that can change how I feel about you, trust me I've tried."

He peers down at you for a while and you let him, knowing he needs to process.

"I'm in this for the long haul, Y/N. I'm done with the games. If you're not serious, please spare me the heartache." He replies and you shake your head.

"You were right. We're more stable now, we're on a permanent assignment. We've had time to figure ourselves out. We were always the right person wrong time. I think it's time to admit it's the right person right time, now."

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jake's lips are on yours and you fall into a searing kiss filled with years of repressed emotions and unsaid words. You stay like that for a while, just taking everything in. You only pull back when you hear a loud whoop.

"Finally!" Bradley yells and you and Jake both laugh.

"Get out of here Bradshaw." Jake shouts back and the man laughs loudly.

"Okay, okay." He turns to go back to his room but stops and yells back over his shoulder. "Don't fuck anywhere we eat!"

Jake goes to respond but you beat him to it. "No promises!"

You hear him laugh again followed by a door shutting and turn back to Jake. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into a sweet kiss. You both smile into it, content to be back in each other's arms. Finally, you're back with the one your heart craves.

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Sister Iris of Hazakura Temple: the Ultimate Defendant of Phoenix Wright

(this is a writeup I've submitted in AA subreddit, so if you recognize the text, this isn't a Matrix lag. Yes, I have a strong opinion about Iris and I want to speak about it more!!)

Starting with the obvious, any Ace Attorney game has a strong and multilayered story and good replayability because of that. It's a very interesting endeavor to just find missed details, to rethink and reconsider some moments in the game after knowing the full story. After completing the game and reaching the major resolution of the plot and mystery, one may look back to find a pleiad of more obscure details that support main plot threads and enrich them. One of the most interesting details of TT's plot is the final defendant and the way she was presented in the game. I believe Iris embodies a lot of thematic weight, and she and the story around her propose a very meaningful challenge - both for Phoenix and for the player

Firstly, the circumstances around Iris are intentionally subversive. After 2-4 we learned that not every single defendant is innocent, so of course we become suspicious when the mysterious girl finds herself at the defendant seat - only for us to be proven that Iris is actually is unlike her sister at all and is a good person (but not completely innocent, to be fair, but about that later). So it's a subversion of an already subversive case, which paints Iris and Bridge as a whole in the very interesting light, tying all three finales of the trilogy together

Perhaps the main theme of the trilogy (and the franchise at large) is trust in the clients and, on the bigger scope, to your friends and close people. Phoenix-Iris relationship embodies that theme, and, again, can be considered a culmination, a resolution of that theme after the three games. It's evident that after the disastrous trial in Memories Phoenix still couldn't let his "Dollie" go. There still was a part of him that believed the girl he spent months with was a genuine person, and when he, at last, learns the truth, he literally says: "You've been the person I thought you are". Reassuring words for Iris herself, they pretty much conclude the "trust theme" and reveal that, again, Phoenix was right to trust the person. Of course, it's really interesting to see a hero being mistaken and growing from that, but it's not any less cathartic to realize that he did a right thing, regardless of the obstacles

Now onto Iris herself. She's an interesting specimen within AA universe on her own, and, despite common opinion, she steps beyond just being a nice-girl-who-is-not-her-murderous-sister. The crux of her character is finding strength, again, her own "two to stand", figuratively speaking, outside of her twisted familial loyalty. Yes, Iris IS guilty by association with Dahlia morally-speaking, as she didn't try to tell the police about Dahlia's atrocities. In some ways Iris is meant to mirror Godot - both of them made mistakes trying to take matters into their own hands thinking they were doing the right thing (Godot with his masterplan in 3-5; Iris with her idea to replace Dahlia and retrieve her necklace and postponing this until Dahlia strikes again). But while Godot's ultimate downfall was caused by being boastfully overly-confident in his capability to protect people, Iris' calamity, again, stems from her inability to speak for herself - she didn't even manage to tell her real name to the person she liked or simply steal the necklace from him

I think it's important to understand that Iris has her flaws - not some cutesy quirks like being shy or anything, rather, more ugly flaws that can affect other people and make her own life worse. Characters aren't meamt to be perfect people all the time, and being framed as "good" in a story doesn't exclude them from being objectively the reason for some atrocious events. I would even argue that a good story should never shy away from such decisions. Iris *is* nice and well-intended unlike Dahlia (who, on the contrary, despite wanting to bring harm was in some way the reason Mia and Phoenix have met which kickstarts the bittersweet emotional journey for Nick in the trilogy), but things she did weren't always good or had benign consequences. Besides, someone being so self-deprecating that it harms not only one"self", but others too is a fascinating and sorely realistic juxtaposition by itself

Nevertheless, after Edgeworth asks her to not deceive Phoenix anymore, she finally decides to tell him (in the front of the whole court, no less - kinda unusual place for a meek girl to confess) the truth about her sister and herself, tells her feelings - and after Phoenix reassured her that she was worth Phoenix's trust after all, maybe that instigates her growth as a person (note that it doesn't necessarily mean that she and Nick should be brought back together, it's more about their past relationship and what they both can learn from that now, after there's no more secrets). The theme of truth is always intertwined with the theme of trust and its importance in our lives. Just like in any other Ace Attorney case, only the reveal of her truth is able to free Iris from the shackles of her disastrous family.

It would be fair to say that Iris was cast aside by the case - after all, the Bridge had a lot going on in it, so you has to look closely to see something about her. There are a few details I personally find endearing about her. When she is in the detention center speaking with Edgeworth, presenting various profiles to her (like Larry's or Maya's) makes her respond in a very positive manner, like "This is a hardworking person", or "This is a very reliable woman". Funnily, Edgeworth remarks that Iris isn't a good judge of people after that, and that may be so - on the other hand, however, it indicates that Iris just generally tries to see good in people. Even about Dahlia, she says first and foremost that she was "strong and never complained about anything" - she understands her twin sister the most. Cumulatively, it all points at the fact that, despite spending the majority of her life in seclusion, she may be perceptive to some degree (the other example, when there's a wrong choice in her Psyche-Locks segment, she suspects that Edgeworth may have a deep secret inside on his own). In many ways she shares these traits with her younger half-sister Pearl, who is a sheltered, but unusually perceptive child herself

There are a few other interesting tidbits about Iris, but these are more like my overthinking. Iris, despite being raised far away from the city, is actually capable of being well-adjusted to modern society, she's relatively well-versed with technology, she managed to go to the university in place of Dahlia. The other interesting moment is the fact that she and Phoenix did have some sort of affinity in fact, because their relationship lasted for eight months without seeming issues (aside from the obvious not-telling-him-my-real-name problem), and, from my experience and observations, even if it's not that log of a period, it happens when two people have similar fundamental worldview and mindset. So Iris, at least to some degree, has something in common with Phoenix - maybe it's her positivity regarding people in general?

Anyway, I believe Iris is worth at least some attention from the fanbase - and not only as one of the possible love interests for Phoenix, but as a character who, as many other people in the Fey family, had a lot of odds stacked against her throughout her life, but in the end having a silver lining and the chance to finally be happy and honest with herself

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