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they've got the polaroid camera out again at sid's
#you can see some photos laying on the ledge of the built-in lol#also the mini-stick is hilarious and means the party was kid-friendly#too cute#do you think maverick got locked in a bedroom#this is all from emmeli's insta story btw
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The Danger Zone (Part 20) - Hangman
Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC
Word Count: 3.8k
This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.
Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description
Summary: You go into labor.
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“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Penny cooed, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. Wiping your tears, she gently touched your shoulder so that you would look at her. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s scary, but your daughter is coming, and you'll finally get to meet her.”
“But she’s early. She’s not supposed to come yet. She’s still got at least another week,” you whimpered, clutching your bump protectively as more tears streamed down your cheeks. “And Jake’s not here yet.”
“I know, he's not," Penny replied softly, trying to calm you.
"And I can't do it without him!"
"Honey, we need to go to the hospital right now." Penny was still soft with her voice, but there was an edge of force there too. "Your water broke. So, we have to go. Okay?" And though you were still crying, you didn't fight Penny as she led you back to your bedroom. "Come on, let's get you into some clean clothes and then we'll go."
Penny gave Maverick a look before closing the door behind her. He moved to grab a mop and clean up the fluid. Hastily pulling out his phone, Maverick pressed on Bradley's name before balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder.
“Hey, Mav, what’s up?” Rooster asked, picking up on the third ring.
“Has Jake landed at base yet?”
“No, I think he’s still a few hours out. Why?”
“Her water just broke.”
“Are you shitting me?” Rooster questioned quietly.
“No, I’m not. And she’s already upset and crying. Penny’s getting her ready for the hospital."
"Has she mentioned him?"
"She said that she can't do it without him."
"Jesus Christ."
"Check with Cyclone about Jake.”
“I’ll go now and call you back.”
“Alright, I’m going to be driving them to the hospital.” Maverick glanced at your bedroom before turning back to his conversation with Rooster. “Penny's taking care of her."
"I'll try my best to get him there as soon as possible."
Maverick hung up the call and turned to see Penny leading you out of your bedroom. He jogged over and grabbed the hospital bag before standing on your other side. You were still silently crying but didn’t fight them as they pulled you out to the car.
“I’ll move the car seat to the back for now," Maverick stated, pulling it out and putting it in the trunk.
Penny got you situated in the backseat before climbing into the back on the other side. Maverick closed the trunk and ran around to start the car. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks. Penny rubbed your back as Maverick pulled out of the driveway and headed for the hospital.
"You're going to be okay," Penny assured you, giving your hand a squeeze. "Just focus on your breathing."
“Traffic is horrible,” Maverick cursed, taking a right down a side road.
“They’re doing all of that construction,” Penny sighed, turning to you as you let out a whimper. Timing your contraction, Penny held your hand. “We’ll get you there soon.”
"Why couldn't she wait?" you whimpered, staring down at your bump. "Why does she have to come now? When he's not here."
"Babies come when they're ready, not when it's convenient," Penny replied softly, rubbing your arm.
Maverick glanced back in the mirror at you and his heart broke at how defeated you looked. All he could do was hope that the baby wasn’t in a rush and that Jake would land soon.
“I need Jake,” you cried, causing Penny to hug you tighter into her side. "I need him. I can't do it, Penny."
“You can do it, Honey. It's going to be alright. Jake will be home soon, and he'll be right at your side as soon as he can."
“It’s not fair,” you sobbed, causing Maverick’s jaw to lock into place. “It’s not fair.”
~~~~~
Rooster strode through the halls of NAS North Island with a determined look. He shared a short conversation with Cyclone’s secretary before hurriedly knocking on the door. Cyclone called for him to enter and Rooster stepped inside. Giving Cyclone a half-assed greeting, Rooster didn’t pause until he was standing in front of Cyclone’s desk.
“What’s wrong, Rooster?”
“How far away is Hangman?”
“About two hours as a guess. Why?” Cyclone asked, leaning forward.
“My sister’s water broke. She’s on her way to the hospital right now,” Rooster explained quietly, tension radiating off of him. “And I’m trying to figure out if her husband’s going to be there for her or not.”
Cyclone nodded and turned to his computer. Typing in some quick commands, he turned back to Rooster.
“His ETA is a little less than three hours.”
“Three hours?” Rooster repeated dejectedly. It was clearly not the answer that he was hoping for.
“Is she progressing quickly?”
“I don’t know. I’m still waiting for Maverick to call me.”
“Unfortunately, there’s nothing else we can do to get him here earlier. But you have clearance to be there waiting for him. I’ll have him dismissed immediately, given the circumstances.”
“Thank you, sir.”
~~~~~
You were led to a wheelchair and slowly sat down. Maverick quickly pushed you into the hospital. Penny ran alongside the two of you and held the door open. You were immediately admitted, and Maverick and Penny waited out in the hall while you were assessed.
“Rooster says that Jake is three hours out,” Maverick sighed, causing Penny to nod slowly. “Cyclone’s dismissing him as soon as he arrives. Rooster is going to bring him here. I just hope that the traffic isn’t too bad, and this kid isn't in a rush.”
"I'm worried about her, Pete," Penny stated quietly, resting her hand on her chest. "She hasn't been herself for weeks."
"I know," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face. "I don't know what to do. If we tell her that he's coming, she might get better, but if she has to deliver the baby sooner, she's going to fight it. And if we don't tell her, and Jake gets here after the baby's born, I'll feel like I betrayed her."
"Let's not jump to decisions right now," Penny replied, causing Maverick to nod. "Let's just wait and talk to the doctor and see how she's doing."
When the doctor stepped out of the room, Penny and Maverick quickly turned to her. She walked over and greeted them before getting straight to business.
"She's about five centimeters dilated now. Her blood pressure is a little high, but we're monitoring it. The baby is healthy. After talking with her, it sounds like she was in early labor since yesterday evening." Penny and Maverick shared a look before turning back to the doctor. "I'm assuming that she didn't tell you?"
"No, she didn't," Maverick stated, resting his hands on his hips.
"Has she expressed any fear of labor to you or anyone else?"
"Not exactly."
"Her husband is deployed," Penny explained quietly. "She hasn't really been herself since he left and we're worried that she's going to try and fight labor because he's not here."
"I see," the doctor replied, nodding slowly.
"He's coming home today, but we didn't tell her before her water broke. We're worried about telling her now."
"How far away is he?"
"A little more than two hours probably," Maverick stated, causing the doctor to pause for a moment.
"How fast is she progressing?"
"She'll deliver in a few hours, if she keeps going as she is now."
"A few hours?"
"Somewhere between three to five, I would guess."
"Shit," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face again.
"Can I check on her?" Penny asked, causing the doctor to nod and walk off. Turning to Maverick, she squeezed his shoulder, knowing that he was going to run off and try and get Jake here sooner. "Get him here, Pete."
"Just keep her as calm as you can. And if the baby has to come, the baby has to come."
They shared a quick kiss before heading to their separate missions. You were laying on your hospital bed on your side, clutching something to your chest. There were several monitors hooked up to you and Penny walked around the bed.
"How're you doing?" Penny asked softly, brushing her hand down your back.
She paused when she looked down and saw that you were clutching one of Jake's shirts. Your nose was buried in the fabric, and you were clearly trying to soothe yourself with it.
"She's coming," you replied quietly.
"She is," Penny agreed, nodding slowly. "It'll be alright."
You didn't respond and simply closed your eyes and held Jake's shirt to your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing.
~~~~~
Jake stared out at the wide blue sky in front of him. Trying to not get antsy and pull a Hangman, as Rooster would have said, Jake took a breath. Glancing at the photo of the two of you as you held up a picture of your ultrasound, Jake nodded to himself before turning forward once again.
“I’m coming home, Honey. Just a little longer.”
~~~~~
You stared at the ceiling as the nurse walked off. It seemed that your daughter would be arriving in a few short hours. Resting your hands on your bump, you simply sat there, staring blankly ahead.
“We haven’t even picked a name yet,” you told Penny softly. “We couldn’t decide on one.”
“What about a middle name?”
“Caroline. For my mom.”
"Of course," Penny stated, watching your expression worriedly. "But don't worry about her name right now. It's a big decision. And there's nothing wrong with thinking carefully about it."
“How did you decide on Amelia?”
“Amelia Earhart,” Penny stated, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“I thought your ex was a sailor?”
“He is, yeah.”
The two of you shared a small smile and laugh. But as the humor faded and you were left with the realization that Jake wouldn't be there to name your daughter with you, you worked yourself up all over again.
“I don’t want to have to name her without him,” you whispered, your voice breaking again.
Penny got up and pulled you in for a hug, whispering soft words as you let more tears fall. You took in a shaky breath and curled against her chest, already emotionally drained.
“He should be here. He should get to be here. He wanted to be here.”
Penny rocked you gently and stared out the window, hoping that she would see the Bronco driving down the road towards the hospital. Giving you another squeeze, she held you by your shoulders and offered you a reassuring motherly smile.
“He loves you. And he loves your baby. And I know that he’s going to come home to you as soon as he can.”
~~~~~
Rooster paced anxiously as Hondo stood behind him, keeping an ear to the radios. Jake’s plane was due soon and Rooster wasn’t able to sit still with the knowledge that your labor was progressing quickly. Holding his hand to his chin, Rooster kept his gaze to the ground and his feet constantly moving to occupy himself.
“They’re starting the landing sequences now,” Hondo told Rooster.
He turned and stared at the approaching planes. Holding himself back until he knew that it was safe to approach, Rooster strode forward with the ground crew. And then he started running when he spotted Hangman climbing out of his plane.
“Hangman!” he yelled, causing Jake to pick his head up sharply. “Let’s go!”
Jake jumped down the ladder, hearing the urgency in Bradley’s voice, and hurried over.
“What’s wrong?” Jake yelled, reaching Bradley quickly.
“Her water broke. She’s in labor,” Rooster told him as they both ran, causing Jake to freeze for a second.
“She’s not due for another week and half!”
“Take it up with your daughter! And get your ass in gear!”
~~~~~
“Fuck, it hurts,” you sobbed, rocking your hips as you buried your face in your arms.
You were bent over the hospital bed as your contractions grew more intense. You felt like you could barely stand when your contractions hit now, which only meant that your daughter was even closer to being born. Letting out another whine of pain, your grip tightened on the bed.
“Breathe. You’re doing so well,” Penny coached you, helping you rock your hips. “You're doing amazing."
Penny helped you straighten up as the contraction ended. You took a moment to steady yourself and let the pain subside. Penny pulled out her phone when she felt it buzz and saw Maverick’s text. She read through it quickly before moving to help you again.
She didn’t speak, knowing that you were trying to focus. But Jake was coming. He was on his way. He was coming to be here for the birth of your daughter.
~~~~~
“This is your definition of a short cut!?” Jake complained loudly.
With the heavy traffic built up in front of them, Jake held his hands to his face and let out a groan of frustration. With the highway a disaster due to construction, they decided to take back roads. But so did everyone else. They had been stuck at this same light for two full rotations and Jake felt like he was going to scream. Actually, he was already screaming.
“I told you that you should have taken a left!”
“It was impossible!” Bradley snapped back, focused forward.
“Then let me drive!”
“So that you can get us into an accident!? No!”
Jake tugged at his hair, trying to keep calm. But he was rapidly failing. You were only a few miles away, in labor with your daughter, and he came all of this way, and he was still going to miss it. Because of stupid traffic.
“Move!” Jake and Bradley yelled as soon as the light turned green.
~~~~~
Closing your eyes, you breathed in and out as you listened to soothing music, trying to prepare yourself for the next part.
“Everything looks good,” your nurse told Penny, who smiled and nodded in thanks.
Penny walked around to the side of the bed that you were facing, and her expression softened when she saw that you were cuddling one of Jake’s shirts again, trying to soothe yourself with the lingering scent. Looking out the window, she sighed.
“Get here quickly, Seresin.”
~~~~~
“Should I just run at this point!?” Jake yelled, sitting up in his seat.
“It’s five miles!”
“I’ve run further!”
“This is still faster,” Bradley countered, causing Jake to huff and hold his head in his hands.
“I can’t just sit here like a useless asshole while she has our baby!”
“I’m not asking you to just sit there! Just calm down!"
“Would you be calm if our positions were reversed!?”
“On the outside, yes.”
“Bullshit!”
“It’s not bullshit!”
While Jake and Bradley continued to bicker, a Kawasaki pulled up alongside them. Maverick looked into the Bronco and frowned when he saw Bradley and Jake arguing, completely ignoring him. He revved the engine, but it didn’t seem to get their attention.
“Jake!”
“We should have just stayed on the highway!” Jake argued loudly.
“Bradley!”
“I’m trying the best that I can! Why don’t you try navigating for once!?” Bradley yelled back.
“Hello!?”
Getting off of his bike, Maverick stalked forward and banged his fist on the glass, causing Jake and Bradley to finally turn to him. Bradley lowered the window down as Maverick shot them both a look.
“Are you two finished?”
Jake hopped out of the Bronco got onto the back of the Kawasaki without another word. Maverick sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic, and heading straight for the hospital.
~~~~~
Penny squeezed your hand when she noticed how terrified you were. Your daughter was coming into the world shortly whether you were ready for her or not.
“I can't do this,” you whispered shakily. “She can’t be coming now. I’m not ready. I can’t do it.”
“Of course, you can do it.”
“No, I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sobbed, looking absolutely stricken with fear. “I want to go home, Penny! I can’t do this!”
“Yes, you can,” Penny replied more firmly. “Hey, you’ve been preparing for this moment your whole pregnancy. You took the class, read the books, and you made a plan. You’re ready to do this. You can do this. You’re stronger than you think.”
“She can come another day.”
“No, she can’t. She’s coming today. And I know that’s scary. Believe me, I was terrified when I was in your position. But then Amelia was born, and all of that fear and pain disappeared. Because I had my beautiful daughter in my arms. And you’ll get that moment too. And I’ll be here with you for it, okay?”
“She better not have his big fat head," you cried out.
~~~~~
Jake jumped off the Kawasaki and ran into the hospital. Maverick had informed the front desk people about the situation, and they quickly got him checked into the ward.
Rushing down the hall, Jake weaved in between nurses, patients, and family members, searching for your room number. Penny stepped out of your room and waved for him.
Jake hurried the rest of the way down the hall. You sat up on your head, confused at why Penny rushed to the door. But when your husband appeared out of seemingly nowhere, still in his flight suit, you couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Jake!"
He rushed to your side and pulled you in for a hug. You latched onto your husband, sobbing tears of relief and joy as he pressed a series of kisses to your head. Turning his head, Jake gave you a soft and loving kiss before pulling back and resting his head against your own.
"You're here," you breathed out, cupping his cheeks with your hands. Like you weren't convinced that he was real.
"I'm here," he assured you. "I thought that I would surprise you. But it looks like Baby Girl surprised us first."
"She is your daughter, after all."
Penny smiled at the interaction and looked down the hall to see Maverick walking over with a bag for Jake. He stood beside Penny as you and Jake talked softly, sharing a kiss every few seconds.
"I think I'll just leave this on the chair," Maverick joked, causing Penny to smack him lightly on the chest.
"He made it?" the nurse asked, looking into your room.
"He made it."
Jake reluctantly left your side for a moment to change out of his flight suit and take a quick shower to get the smell of jet fuel and sweat off of him before returning to your side. Maverick and Penny said their goodbyes before you and Jake were left alone.
Your contractions were growing more intense and closer together and not even fifteen minutes after Jake arrived, your nurse assessed you one last time.
"I'm going to get the doctor. You're fully dilated."
Jake squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it as the nurse hurried off. More people started to walk into the room to get you prepped for delivery, but your eyes never left Jake. He leaned over a pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"She's coming," you breathed out, holding tightly to your husband.
"She is," Jake agreed, trying to keep his voice level. "And I'm here for you through the whole thing, alright? You let me know what you need me to do and I'll be there."
"I know, Jake," you replied, smiling nervously. "I love you."
"I love you too," Jake stated, pressing a kiss to your wedding band. "Let's meet our daughter."
~~~~~
In the waiting area, your family sat around anxiously for news about you and the baby. They were all lounging around, guessing about your status, when the nursery tune played overhead.
“You think that was them?” Maverick asked Penny.
“It could be. We'll have to wait a little longer to find out.”
~~~~~
"She's here!"
You let out a choked sob, leaning back against the hospital bed as the doctor lifted your daughter up so that you could see her. Jake stood, frozen, as the doctor placed your daughter down on your chest for some skin to skin.
Cuddling your daughter, who was still screaming at the top of her lungs, you laughed incredulously, tears blurring your vision. You held her little head to your cheek, turning to Jake with the most lovestruck expression he had ever seen.
Jake, breaking out of his frozen state, slowly straightened up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled up at him before turning back to your daughter.
“She’s here,” you croaked out, laughing incredulously. “Holy shit, she’s actually here.”
“You did amazing,” Jake praised you, staring down at your daughter with a sense of awe. “She’s . . . she’s so beautiful.” Pressing another shaky kiss to your head, he added, "She’s perfect.”
The next few minutes was a bit of a haze, but soon enough, you were cuddling your daughter to your chest again. Resting your hand on her back and keeping her secure, you smiled to yourself and took in the moment. You looked up at Jake, and smiled, almost feeling like you were on cloud nine.
"Do you want to hold her?" you asked softly.
"Of course, I want to hold her. But did you want more time with her?"
"Just hold your daughter, Jake."
Jake sat down in a chair and a nurse brought your daughter over to him. He took off his shirt and accepted your daughter into his arms. The nurse gave him some quick instructions before stepping back to give the two of them their first moment together. You smiled as you watched them from your bed.
"Hi, sweetheart," he breathed out softly, not wanting to startle her. Gently running his finger through her short hair, Jake sniffled as he felt her move against him. "I can't believe you're finally here." Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he held his head there for a moment. "I love you so much, sweetheart. And I promise you that I'll tell you that every day that I have."
Your daughter stuck her tongue out at him, causing Jake to smile to himself, before turning back to you.
“I guess it’s not just the two of us anymore,” he stated softly.
“No,” you agreed, looking down at your daughter. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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Mafia!Bob AU
Bob Floyd, arms dealer for The Daggers, and, most importantly, sweet loving boyfriend
Short mafia Bob blurb
As Bob sat at her vanity, he pulled his glasses from his face. It was his least favourite part of his morning, swapping his wire rimmed glasses for his glasses.
She watched from their bed, looking pretty in his clothes, as he struggled. "Bobby," she said as she climbed from beneath the comforter. She walked over and sat herself on his lap, completely blocking his view of the mirror as she helped him to put in his contact lenses.
As he did, Bob held onto her hips, squeezing slightly. "There," she said as soon as she had popped the second one in. "Now everybody can see your pretty eyes."
Robert Floyd hated wearing his contact lenses. He loved his glasses, but they made him look so nerdy. And you can't look nerdy when you work for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. Not when you're the arms dealer for The Daggers.
"I shouldn't be home too late tonight, Bun," he said and leaned forward to kiss her noise. "Are you doing anything nice today?"
She shrugged and laid her head on his shoulder. "Think Mickey wants to come to the store with me?" She asked as she blinked up at him.
"I think Mickey has no choice," he said and kissed the top of her head. He would have given anything to spend the day with her, would have given anything to swap places with Mickey. But he couldn't, not unless he wanted to face Mav's wrath (and he'd never expose her to that).
Bob pulled his wallet from his pocket and placed it in her hands. "No spending limit for you, my baby," he said and pulled her in her a kiss. "Get anything you'd like."
He hated leaving her, but worked called. Bob stood up, still holding her as he walked over to the bed and dropped her on it. "I'll miss you, bunny," he whispered and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled at his hair, desperate to keep him there with her. "Stay," she whispered against his lips.
Bob let out a groan "I'm sorry, bun," he said and pressed his forehead against her own.
Reluctantly, she let him go. She watched as Bob walked out of the bedroom, leaving her there wearing a pout.
It had become a daily ritual. Her, reluctant to let him go, and Bob, reluctant to leave her.
She went shopping, taking Mickey (Bob's best friend and the man who was charged with protecting her while Bob worked) from shop to shop.
Bob couldn't help but think about her as he worked. As he took inventory, as he sorted orders for Ice Man, he was thinking of nothing but her.
But then Jake and Bradley came knocking on his office door. They didn't wait for him to say anything before they walked in and threw their guns on his desk. "We want an upgrade," said Jake.
Bob picked up the gun. "Guys, how do you think this works?" He couldn't stop himself from asking. "Do you think you can upgrade your guns like this is Grand Theft Auto?"
"No," Bradley said immediately. "We just want something better."
Bob let out a sigh as he checked through his books. "Fine, I'll see what I can do."
The old Bob wouldn't have so easily given them what they wanted. The old Bob would have made them stick with their old guns until they damaged them beyond repair. But he'd gone soft, and it was all because of her.
At the end of the day, Bob couldn't wait to get back to her. He locked up the gun store, checked over his books one last time, and made his way back to her.
"Bunny!" Bob called the moment he walked into their lavish apartment. A fond smile crossed his face at the sight of the shopping bags by the door.
He pushed on, past the living room and straight into the bathroom. This part of his day had also become a ritual, but a comforting one at that.
After a day of dealing weapons and selling them in the cities, Bob's favourite part of his day was when he got to wash the grime away and take out his goddamn contacts.
And then it was a careful walk to their bedroom to put his wire framed glasses on.
When he walked into the bedroom, she was just a pretty blob on the bed. Bob placed his glasses on his face and looked down at her, dressed in pretty lingerie that Bob had never seen before.
Pretty lingerie that she'd with his money. "Holy shit, Bunny," he said as he looked down at her. But there with little else he had to say before he was shedding off his suit and climbing on top of her.
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Woah Baby
Title: Woah Baby
Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Bradshaw Reader
Warnings: language, descriptions of sex, protective Rooster and Maverick
Summary: After finding out she is pregnant Y/N has to find a way to break the news to her big brother Bradley and her god father Pete, who didn’t know about the secret relationship between Y/N and one of the pilots Hangman.
Authors Note: Carole was pregnant with Y/N when Goose died, Maverick immediately stepped in as the god father and treated her as his own while still making sure that the memory of her actual father lived on.
Secret relationships seem like a good idea in the beginning. The adrenaline spike that sneaking around gives, like your doing something that’s forbidden. But in the end are they ever worth it?
“Fuck.” Y/N mumbled from her spot on the bathroom floor leaning against the bathtub.
Morning sickness had been torturing Y/N for about a week, at first she just put it off as food poisoning. She was on birth control and she and Jake were always safe.
But when she missed her period and her boobs became tender to the touch along with the morning sickness, she just knew something wasn’t right.
“You good in there Honey?” Jake asked from outside the bathroom door, when Y/N woke up wrapped in Jake’s arms this morning she immediately had to jump from bed and run into the bathroom leaving a confused Hangman still laying in bed before getting up and following after her.
Y/N groaned and leaned her head back against the bathtub taking a few deep breaths to get herself together.
“You can some in.” Y/N said closing her eyes, she heard the door creak open and felt as Jake sat down next to her immediately pulling her into his warm naked chest.
“You ok?” Jake asked kissing her forehead
“I think I might be pregnant.” Y/N mumbled and Jake froze wide eyed pulling away slightly so he could look into her glossy eyes
“I thought you were on the pill and we always use a condom.” Jake said confused with his brows furrowed
“I am. I don’t know how this could have happened. Oh god, what about Brad and Pops? Their going to kill me, well they’ll kill you first and then kill me.” Y/N said making Jake chuckle and shake his head
“Before we worry about us dying, we need to get you a test. I can go right now and get some from the pharmacy, you take a shower and rinse off then get back into bed and try to get a little more rest.” Jake said standing up and reaching down to pull Y/N up beside him. “No matter what you’ve always got me, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I love you.” Y/N said leaning against his chest
“I love you too. Now strip.” Jake smirked smacking Y/N’s butt making her squeal
“Stripping is what got us into this situation, now go.” Y/N said pushing Jake towards the bathroom door
“I’m going I’m going. Be back soon, don’t miss me too much.” Jake smirked and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes before shutting the door in his face
Y/N sighed and did as she was told, getting in the shower and washing off the sweat that built up on her body from her violent throwing up episode. Once she got out Y/N changed into a pair of panties and one of Jakes white t shirts then walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water before making her way back into the bedroom and climbing into bed.
By the time Jake got back from the pharmacy Y/N was out of it laying with his pillow wrapped in her arms as she buried her face into it. Jake smiled and took his phone out snapping a picture that would definitely be his new Lock Screen, well if he’s still alive after Maverick and Rooster find out about their predicament.
Jake laid the 4 tests he bought down on the nightstand and sat on the bed beside Y/N reaching up to push a few pieces of hair out of her face before placing a few light kisses to her cheek, then forehead, then each of her eye lids making Y/N smile as she started to stir.
“There she is.” Jake smiled as Y/N turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I bought 4, figured it would be better to be safe than sorry.”
“Thanks, I guess I’ll go take them now.” Y/N sighed sitting up playing with her hands nervously making Jake sigh and grab her hands
“We’re going to be ok. If you’re pregnant then I’m going to love you and this baby more than anything in the entire world, yes Maverick and Rooster will probably be mad but in the end they will get over it and love the baby almost as much as us. If you’re not pregnant then that’s alright too, when you’re ready we can tell them about us and we can let our relationship grow and hopefully have kids someday.” Jake said and Y/N smiled slightly before nodding
“You’re right.” Y/N said and Jake smirked making Y/N roll her eyes. “I’ll be back.”
Jake watched as Y/N got out of bed and grabbed the tests off the nightstand before making her way to the bathroom, she glanced over her shoulder at Jake who blew her a kiss making her smile before closing the door behind her.
“I’m so screwed.” Jake sighed flopping back onto the bed, he obviously doesn’t regret being with Y/N she is the love of his life. But with the relationship he and Rooster have he knew that the news of him getting his baby sister knocked up would make him feral. And Maverick is practically Y/N’s father, since she never got to meet her real father Goose Maverick is the closest she’s ever had to a father.
He wasn’t sure how the two would react to the news, he didn’t want to jeopardize his and Y/N’s relationship.
Y/N read the instructions carefully before peeing on each of the sticks and then cleaning herself up. She placed each of the sticks face down on the counter and washed her hands before setting a timer for 5 minutes and walking back into the bedroom where Jake was still laying.
Y/N chuckled and climbed on top of him laying her head down on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist, Jake chuckled and wrapped his arms around her body squeezing her tightly to his body.
“It should be done in 5 minutes.” Y/N mumbled and Jake nodded
“You nervous?” Jake asked rubbing up and down her back
“About being pregnant in general not as much as I thought I would be, but for what Brad and Pop are going to think absolutely.” Y/N sighed
“I’m a little nervous too but I love you and although I’ll probably get my ass kicked, I’m actually a little excited about maybe being a dad.” Jake said making Y/N prop her face up with her hands
“Really?” Y/N asked in slight surprise, Jake doesn’t exactly seem like the type of guy to want to settle down and have a family
“Yeah, I mean I didn’t have the best home life growing up. Didn’t have a father worth much of anything and I don’t want my kids to have the same experience that I did. I want to be a good dad.” Jake said with a shy smile making Y/N’s eyes widen, she has never known of Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin to be shy.
“I think you’d make a great dad, even if you are a cocky son of a bitch.” Y/N said and Jake gasped in mock hurt before attacking her sides in tickles making Y/N scream and roll of off him as she laughed
“I’ll show you a cocky son of a bitch.” Jake smirked sitting on top of Y/N’s legs as he tickled her making the girl scream and laugh
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of Y/N’s timer going off in the bathroom, immediately causing both of them to freeze in their spots.
“Here goes nothing. You ready?” Jake asked climbing off of her and sitting beside her
“As I’ll ever be.” Y/N sighed before sitting up Jake rubbed her back before standing up and offering a hand to Y/N that she accepted letting him pull her up
Y/N walked into the bathroom with Jake behind her and stopped at the counter looking down at the tests.
“You flip 2 and I’ll flip 2.” Jake said and Y/N nodded taking a deep breath
“Ok. One, two, three.” Y/N counted down as she and Jake both grabbed the tests and flipped them over, Y/N could feel her eyes water and she let out a shaky breath
Pregnant
“Oh my god.” Y/N mumbled before looking towards Jake to gouge his reaction but he was standing with his head facing the ceiling. “Jake?”
“Oh I’m so dead.” Jake said making Y/N chuckle as she wrapped her arms around his waist making Jake immediately wrap his arms around her kissing her forehead. “But believe it or not, I’m actually excited.”
“What excited to die?” Y/N asked with a smirk making Jake playfully roll his eyes before reaching around to grab the backs of her thighs and picking her up and sitting her on the counter standing between her legs
“No silly. To be a dad, to have a family with you. To watch you grow with my baby.” Jake said with a smile on his face making Y/N smile too
“I’m excited too. Nervous as hell, but I’m excited to be a mom. And no matter what Pop or Brad say, I know they will be happy to be a honorary grandfather and favorite uncle.” Y/N said
“Speaking of, how are we going to tell them?” Jake asked making Y/N sigh and rest her head on his chest
“I could ask them to meet at the bar and get a table, if we’re in public then they are maybe less likely to kill you immediately. Plus Penny won’t tolerate any fighting and since Pop is smitten by her he’ll do whatever she says. But Brad is still a wild card, he wouldn’t be happy finding out we are dating much less that you fucked his baby sister and got her pregnant.” Y/N chuckled as Jake smirked
“Tonight?” Jake asked and Y/N sighed but nodded
“No time like the present.” Y/N said
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Y/N decided that it might be best for her to talk to Maverick and Rooster privately before bringing Jake into the conversation, so now Y/N was sitting at a booth snacking on mozzarella sticks and drinking a cherry coke. Penny thought it was weird that Y/N didn’t order a beer like normal but decided to just let it go.
Y/N was just about to take another bite of her food when Maverick walked up to the table with a small smile resting on his face.
“Hey kiddo.” Maverick said and Y/N smiled sliding out of the booth
“Hey Pop, thanks for coming.” Y/N said as he pulled her into a warm hug
“Of course, Bradley around here get?” Maverick asked keeping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders
“Not yet, here sit.” Y/N said gesturing to the booth as they slid in across from each other. “Mozzarella stick?”
“I’m good thanks.” Maverick chuckled as he studied her face. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine.” Y/N nervously chuckled before taking a bite of another mozzarella stick
“You sure?” Maverick asked not believing her lie Y/N was about to make up another excuse before she caught sight of Rooster walking towards them with his aviators on wearing one of their fathers Hawaiian themed shirts
“Would you look at that, here’s Bradley. Come take a seat big brother.” Y/N said gesturing to the seat beside of Maverick ignoring the suspicious looks that she was getting from 2 of the most important men in her life.
“Hey sis, everything alright?” Rooster asked sliding into the booth beside Maverick
“I actually have a few things I wanted to talk to you both about. Some very important things.” Y/N said nervously, subtly glancing over to where Jake was playing pool with Coyote and Bob. He caught her gaze and gave her a wink and supportive smile before turning back to the game
“You can tell us anything. What’s going on?” Maverick asked while Rooster just sat there quietly studying his sisters face and expressions, he knew there was something off he knew Y/N like the back of his hand
“I have a boyfriend. I have for a few months now actually, I was too scared to tell you because of who he is. I didn’t want either of you to be mad at me.” Y/N said making Maverick and Rooster exchange a look
“Boyfriend?” Rooster asked and Y/N nodded, “for how long?”
“8 months.” Y/N said causing the mens eyes to widen
“8 months?!” They both exclaimed making Y/N wince
“I’m sorry.” Y/N apologized when she saw the hurt look on both their faces, since their mom died Maverick has been the only family Y/N and Rooster have and Y/N and Rooster have always been the only family he’s had. They were all always very close so keeping a secret as big as this one was not easy.
“Who is it? Who do I have to kill?” Rooster asked making Y/N roll her eyes
“First of all your not killing him, second of all threatening to kill him isn’t making me want to tell you who he is.” Y/N said crossing her arms
“Ok ok, no one is killing anyone. Yet. Just tell us who he is sweetie.” Maverick said and Y/N took a deep breath
“Jake.” Y/N said making Roosters eyes widen
“Jake as in Hangman?!” Rooster asked and Y/N nodded making his face turn red. “No way! Not happening! He’s not a good guy Y/N, all he cares about is getting laid! He only wants to get in your pants!”
“That’s not true! Look I know that you don’t exactly like Jake, but he treats me good he loves me Brad. And I love him.” Y/N said giving both men a pleading look not to be mad
“I can’t say that I’m exactly happy about this, but if he treats you good and your happy. I guess that’s all that matters.” Maverick said and Y/N gave him a thankful smile before turning to Rooster who had his arms crossed pouting like a child. “Bradley.”
“Fine. If your happy then great. But if he hurts you so help me god I will make him wish he was dead.” Rooster said with a deadly serious face
“Ok, well there’s actually more.” Y/N said making both men look at her expectantly. “I’m pregnant. Surprise.”
Maverick and Rooster sat frozen in front of Y/N with blank looks across their face making Y/N look at them worried.
“Brad? Pop?” Y/N hesitantly asked
“He’s dead.” They said as they jumped out of the booth and quickly made their way towards Jake, who immediately started running out the door when he saw the looks on their face.
“Your so dead Hangman!” Rooster yelled as he chased him out the door
“So dead!” Maverick yelled chasing after them
“Children.” Y/N sighed before shrugging and going back to her mozzarella sticks, looking out the window and watching as Rooster and Maverick chased Jake down the beach.
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I Was Wrong // Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
Summary: Bradley was quick to make an assumption and hurt you in the process of dealing with his anger.
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"I've made a huge mistake."
About a week ago, Bradley was called into action at Top Gun once more. Luckily for you, because you two were married, he and you were able to live in one of the houses meant for families off base. Everything was going great. You two had settled in nicely. Your husband had enough downtime before training that you guys had time to make some domestic memories while you could. You had cooked every meal together, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close while you tried not to burn the food. You and Bradley shared plenty of intimate moments, both in bed and not, but your favorite moments were just before you guys fell asleep. Your husband would pick a television show to catch up on, and you would continue to read your book of choice. You both embraced each other, all four legs tangled together, his head on your chest and your hand running through his hair. Nothing could get better than this.
The problem was he quickly learned the hard way that Pete "Maverick" Mitchell would be his instructor. On his first day of class, he was blindsided by his late father's best friend, and Bradley was enraged. In the air, he couldn't control his anger. Bradley challenged Pete to a downward spiral to see who could last the longest. It was a dumb idea, having a pissing contest with a seasoned captain, but he couldn't think about anything but how the man in the other jet had set back his career. In the end, it didn't do anything but make Bradley angrier when the lieutenant had to do two-hundred pushups, but it was his fault. When he got home that night, he was still fuming. You could tell your husband had a rough day by the way he roughly closed the front door, walked past where you were sitting on the couch without acknowledging your presence, and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer. From the two and a half years of being in a relationship, you knew better than to approach him without letting him blow off some steam. When he was finished in the fridge, Bradley walked right past you again, not even looking in your direction, and headed towards his office. You turned back to the television, pressed resume, and let him sit for a while.
After half an hour, you turned off the television and headed up the stairs to where your husband was furiously typing on the computer. You knocked on the door, stopping and waiting until he grumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, and stepped inside. His shoulders were tense. He wasn't happy about today's training.
You sighed softly before asking, "would you like something for dinner?" He didn't answer; he didn't even look up at you. "Bradley, would you like me to make you something for dinner?" You asked for a second time, this time more firmly.
That made his head whip up. "No, Y/N, I don't want anything. What I want is to be left alone," he stated with an angry look in his eyes. You knew he wasn't mad at you. You were just his nearest target.
You took some deep breaths. You weren't going to let your husband's emotions delegate how you reacted. "Ok then. I get that you are upset, but until you can find a better way to blow off steam than aim it at me, you can sleep in the guest room. Good night." With that, you left Bradley in his office, quickly making your way to your shared bedroom. You thought about being petty and locking the bedroom door, but you knew he needed to change his clothes in the morning. He was your husband at the end of the day, and as much as you wanted to make his life torture at the moment, you wouldn't want to make him late in the morning.
After going through your bedtime routine, shower and all, you laid down. Not having Bradley with you, laying on his side of the bed with no shirt on, was a sad sight. Usually, when he was away for work, it was hard to fall asleep without him, but you knew he was under the same roof. It took a while for you to get sleepy. You were able to watch two episodes of your favorite show before you fell asleep.
It was quiet when you woke up. Your television had turned off after you fell asleep with it turned on. The bedroom door was open, but your husband was nowhere to be seen. You let yourself wake up a little before going out to face Bradley. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, and changed into some comfortable clothes before heading downstairs. With a quick investigation, you found out your husband had already made breakfast and was showering in the downstairs guest bedroom. Your portion of food was plated. He made chocolate chip pancakes, your favorite, but the chocolate chips were placed to make a smiley face. It made you smile.
While you were eating, Bradley walked out of the hallway, drying his hair with a towel. He was dressed in his flying uniform, aviator hanging from his white tank top underneath. He looked surprised to see your eyes on him but smiled shortly after the shock faded away. You didn't say anything, wanting him to make the first move towards reconciliation. Instead, you turned your attention back to your breakfast. You could hear him sigh behind you before he came back into your eyesight, taking a seat in the chair across from you.
"I've made a huge mistake," Bradley stated. When you didn't answer, he continued. "Yesterday, I came face-to-face with Mave again. We had a pissing contest in the air, and I had to do two hundred push-ups, which didn't help my feelings towards him, not that it was his fault I had to do them. I was so frustrated with the whole situation that when I came home, I took it out on you, which was uncool and wrong, so this is me trying to make amends because last night was pitiful. First, I couldn't fall asleep. Then, when I did, I was tossing and turning. At one point I felt like crying because I knew I had hurt you, and I was so sad to have to sleep without you. So this is me, putting on my big boy pants and facing my emotions instead of bottling them up like you would advise me to because I love you, I appreciate you, and I miss you," he rambled. It was endearing, having him be so raw and open with you. You two had been working on being more expressive, so to see him like this was a big step.
You took a second to let all of his words sink in. "I forgive you for lashing out, and I very much appreciate you being so open with me. But we all know what you need to do to be able to sleep in the bedroom again," you said with a smirk.
"Anything. Please, honey, I'll do anything," Bradley pleaded as he reached across the table to hold your hand.
"You need to talk to Maverick and have a civil conversation with him. Ask him why he pulled your papers. Express how his actions made you feel. I know I didn't get to meet your parents, but I can tell your mom and dad both adored him. The council deemed that Maverick wasn't responsible for the accident, so I feel like your dad would've wanted you to forgive his best friend. I know you can see that it's still a fresh wound for Mave, so I think you need to try and make amends with him as well," you responded. From the look on his face, he didn't like the idea, but you knew he'd do anything to make you happy.
He let out an exaggerated sigh before answering. "Fine, but only because I love you and need to be able to sleep in the same bed as you," your husband joked. He looked at his watch for a quick second before turning back to you. "I need to get going, but I'll talk to him and let you know."
You smiled. "That's all I'm asking." He stood from his chair, walked over to you to give you a sweet kiss, exchanged his goodbyes, and left.
Later that night, when he returned home, he looked happy. Almost overjoyed. "Let me guess. You two macho men hashed things out," you remarked when you saw his bright smile.
"That's right. We have a date at The Hard Deck on Friday, and you're invited," Bradley declared as he made his way towards where you were sitting on the couch. He sauntered towards you, almost like a lion stalking its prey.
"Well, in that case," you started. "Hey Rooster, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever," you called, wrapping your hands around your mouth to amplify the noise.
His whole body shook as he started laughing. Once he began breathing again, he hollered, "Show me the way home, honey!"
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Ch. 21: Deployment
Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.
The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.
I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.
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As sunlight began to fill the room, your eyes slowly fluttered open. Jake's warm body was pressed against yours, his right arm draped over you, and you could feel the gentle rhythm of his breath on your neck, a peaceful and comforting presence as you awakened to the new day.
A smile spread across your face as you thought about the events of last night, the warmth of the memories flooding in, each moment a treasured piece of the joy and love you shared, making the start of this new day even sweeter:
Jake paused at the entrance of his apartment, a tradition in mind.
"Wait, darlin', I have to carry you across the threshold," he insisted, embodying a classic gesture of romance.
"Jake. You really don't have to," you responded, touched by the gesture but feeling it wasn't necessary.
Jake looked at you with a playful twinkle in his eye, a gentle challenge in his gaze. "Who says I have to? I want to. It's not about necessity, it's about celebrating every moment we have," he said, his voice carrying the warmth of his affection for you.
Without waiting for another protest, he scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. The surprise and joy of the moment bubbled up inside you, laughter spilling out as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
As he carried you over the threshold, stepping into the quiet of your shared space, the symbolism of the act wasn't lost on you. It was a reminder of the new beginnings, the strength of your partnership, and the promise to support and carry each other through whatever life might bring.
Setting you down gently, Jake looked into your eyes, his own reflecting the deep love he felt. "It's not home, but..."
You placed a finger gently on his lips. "It's okay, Jake."
He paused, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, accepting your reassurance. The simple gesture of your finger on his lips spoke volumes, reinforcing the unspoken understanding and connection between you two. In that moment, it didn't matter where you were; it was the togetherness that made any place a home.
He tenderly took your hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss, a gesture of affection and apology. Slowly, he trailed kisses down your arm, moving with a deliberate tenderness until reaching your shoulder. When you glanced at him, drawn by the intensity of the moment, your eyes locked, and without another word, your lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes, a promise of reconciliation and renewed connection.
As you parted from the kiss, the air between you was charged with a renewed understanding.
"I think it's time you got out of this dress and I got out of this uniform," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness, suggesting a shift towards a more relaxed and intimate setting away from the formalities of the day.
Your eyes sparkled with amusement and anticipation at his suggestion, the weight of the day's emotions making the prospect of unwinding together all the more appealing. "I think that's the best idea you've had all day," you teased back, the lightheartedness between you a welcome contrast to the depth of emotions experienced earlier.
He offered you his hand, a silent invitation to follow him towards the bedroom, a space that promised comfort and privacy away from the world outside. As you moved together, each step seemed to shed the layers of formality and expectation that had accompanied the day's celebrations.
In the bedroom, Jake guided you to the end of the bed, suggesting you face it. You felt his hands skillfully unhook the eyelet button, a gentle precision in his touch. Then, slowly, he guided the zipper down, each movement deliberate, filled with an unspoken promise of care and affection, as the fabric began to part under his guidance.
As the strap of your dress fell down your left arm, he placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, a tender gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. He mirrored this action on the right side, kissing your shoulder as the other strap slid down, enveloping you in a moment of warmth and closeness.
You dropped your arms down as the dress slid down your body, leaving you in a pair of white lace panties and white heels.
Jake gently lifted your left foot, sliding the dress off it before repeating with the right. He stepped back to admire you in just underwear and heels as he started unbuttoning his dress white top.
You glanced over your shoulder, catching a momentary view of him as he carefully placed the top of his uniform on his dresser. Now dressed more casually in a white t-shirt, the crisp lines of his dress white pants still on, and the shine of his black dress shoes catching the light, he presented a contrast of formality and ease. With a swift motion, he kicked off his shoes, the sound muted against the floor, leaving him in his black socks. He then approached you from behind, his steps quiet but purposeful, placing his hands gently on your hips as he closed the distance between you.
You felt his breath against the back of your neck, a warm and sensual sensation that sent shivers down your spine.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent more shivers down your spine.
He gently kissed your neck, his lips warm and soft against the sensitive skin. His hands moved up your sides, tracing the curves of your body with a gentle touch that sent tingles down to your toes.
He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your white lace panties and slowly started to pull them down.
You stood there, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability as he slowly pulled your panties down. He then helped you take them off by gently lifting one high heeled foot and then the other.
"Bend over and lean on the bed. Spread your legs," he gently commanded and you did as you were told.
You felt the bed pressing against your stomach as you leaned over, the cool fabric of the comforter providing a sharp contrast to your warm skin. You spread your legs wider, exposing yourself completely.
You listened as you heard a belt, a zipper, and the sound of pants falling to the floor.
He knelt down behind you, his hands gently caressing your ass cheeks. He spread them apart and slowly licked from the bottom of your pussy to your clit with a long slow motion that made you moan in pleasure.
He then repeated the motion, this time with more pressure and a little bit of suction. You felt his tongue delve deeper into your pussy, exploring every crevice and fold. His tongue then danced over your clit, his hands still holding onto the cheeks of your ass. You felt a surge of pleasure course through you as he continued to lick and suck on your most sensitive spot. He then moved his tongue down to your pussy, licking and sucking on the lips. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he continued to explore every inch of you with his mouth.
You moaned and your hips moved with every flick and suck.
He then moved his tongue back to your clit, sucking on it gently before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
You felt a surge of pleasure course through you as he continued to lick and suck on you clit.
"Jake," you moaned. You could sense he knew you were close to orgasm.
He stopped and you moaned in disapproval. He stood up and positioned himself behind you, his hard cock pressing up against your ass.
He reached around and gently cupped your breasts, his fingers finding the hard nipples as he kissed the back of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered again as you felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of your pussy.
He slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching you open. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he continued to push in deeper and deeper until your pussy was completely filled with him.
He held still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then he slowly started moving in and out of your pussy with long slow strokes that made you moan in pleasure.
You felt his hands on your hips, guiding you as he continued to fuck you. He then reached around and started playing with your clit while continuing the long slow strokes of his cock in and out of your pussy.
You felt a surge of pleasure surge through you as he continued to fuck and play with your clit.
"Jake," you moaned, feeling the pressure building up inside of you.
He sensed you were close to cumming and he increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking your pussy harder. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you came hard on his cock, moaning in ecstasy.
He slowed down his thrusts, allowing you to come come back from your orgasm. Then he pulled out of you and had you flip over onto your back on the bed.
He then leaned over you and kissed your lips, his tongue tasting of your juices as he gently explored the inside of your mouth. He spread your legs and positioned himself between them, his hard cock pressing against the entrance of your pussy.
He looked into your eyes. "I love you," he whispered as he slammed himself into you.
You felt a surge of pleasure as he continued to fuck your pussy hard and fast. You locked your heeled feet around his waist. He then slowed down his thrusts, allowing you to feel every inch of him inside you.
He then started to fuck you harder and faster, his cock slamming into your pussy with a force that made the bed shake.
You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as he continued to fuck your pussy harder and faster. "Jake," you moaned, feeling the pressure building up inside of you again.
He sensed you were close to cumming again and he increased his thrusts, faster and harder.
You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you came hard on his cock, screaming out his name in ecstasy.
Jake thrust harder and faster. Feeling his own orgasm building up inside of him. He thrust harder and faster until he was calling out your name and he came deep inside you, his cock twitching with release.
After a few moments, he collapsed onto you, his breathing heavy and rapid, a testament to the intensity of your connection. You reached up, your fingers gently brushing away some of the hair from his forehead, a tender gesture amidst the shared exhaustion and satisfaction, grounding you both in the quiet intimacy of the aftermath.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with a sense of contentment. "And I always will."
You smiled at him, your eyes full of the same sentiment as yours were for each other in that moment. "I love you too, Jake Seresin, and I always will too."
As the memory started to fade, you smiled. God, the way this man could make you feel.
You then felt his hand gently trace down your thigh, a familiar and cherished touch, followed by a tender kiss on your shoulder.
"Morning, darlin'," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody that welcomed you into the new day, enveloped in the love and comfort of each other's presence.
You shifted to roll onto your back, granting you a full view of his face, catching the morning light that highlighted the green in his eyes. His hand, warm and comforting, continued its gentle journey, now caressing your stomach in a soothing rhythm.
"Morning," you replied, your voice soft, filled with the warmth of waking up next to him, a simple exchange that held the weight of all your shared mornings and the promise of many more to come.
You shared a brief kiss, and then it dawned on you. It was Friday. The day he was set to deploy. The sudden realization washed over you with a mix of emotions, a jolt that brought the world into sharp, painful focus. For a moment, everything around you seemed to freeze.
Jake noticed the change in your demeanor immediately, his expression shifting from contentment to concern. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft, already dreading the answer he suspected.
"It's Friday," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder would make it all the more real. "You're leaving today."
Jake's face fell, the weight of the day suddenly pressing down on him, a stark contrast to the lightness of the previous night's vow renewal and celebration. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he responded.
"Yeah, it is," he acknowledged, his tone somber. He reached out, taking your hands in his, seeking to bridge the physical space between you with his touch. "I wish… I wish we had more time."
The room fell silent, save for the soft sounds of the morning outside, a stark reminder of the world moving forward, indifferent to the personal heartache unfolding within. Jake looked into your eyes, the depth of his love and the pain of impending separation mingling in his gaze.
"I know this is hard," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "And I'd give anything to stay here with you, but I have to go. Remember, no matter where I am, I'll always be with you." His voice was steady, but you could hear the underlying emotion threatening to break through.
You nodded, struggling to hold back tears. "You know, it almost felt easier when I could just think of my husband out there, doing his job. But these past few days... they've really opened my eyes to the reality of what you do, Jake. And I'm so incredibly proud of you. But that doesn't make this goodbye any less difficult."
He pulled you into a tight embrace, a silent promise of return, a moment of connection to sustain you both through the months ahead. "I'll be back before you know it," he whispered. "I love you, more than anything."
"I love you too," you whispered back, holding onto him, wishing you could stop time, if only for a little while longer.
"I need to be at the base by one, but until then, we can just stay here together," he suggested.
The offer to stay wrapped up in each other's arms, even for just a few more hours, was a small comfort but a cherished one. You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment, and settled more deeply into his embrace. The world outside the boundaries of this embrace seemed distant, as if the reality of his departure was suspended in the safety of this moment.
After parking the rental car in a spot at the base, both you and Jake exited the vehicle, picked up his bag, and made your way towards the building where the rest of the family was waiting.
As you observed Jake sharing embraces with family members, a female voice beside you caught your attention.
"I still can't figure out how he managed to land you," the voice remarked, prompting you to turn and see Phoenix standing there.
You responded with a smile and shared an embrace with her.
"Oh, Phoenix, I just wish we had more time to get to know each other," you expressed.
"That would be nice. Maybe then I could start to make some sense of your husband's mind."
You laughed in response. "Good luck with that!"
Glancing around her, you inquired, "Phoenix, don't you have any family here?"
"No, my family's back in Maryland. I visit home now and then, but I didn't make the trip this time."
Taking her hands in yours, you offered, "Well, you have my number now. If there's anything you need, just let me know, okay?" Your eyes briefly met Jake's, who was cradling his nephew. "And keep an eye on that knucklehead for me, will ya?"
Phoenix's smile broadened. "It's the least I can do."
After another warm embrace between you two, Jake approached with his nephew in tow. He extended his hand, gently taking yours. "And what are you two talking about over here?"
With a smile, you responded, "Phoenix and I are planning to keep in touch during the deployment."
Jake's eyebrow lifted in intrigue as he glanced between the two of you. "Oh, really?"
"Really," you affirmed, then draped your free arm over Phoenix's shoulders, both of you sharing a smile.
Jake gave Phoenix a mischievous look. "You better not be warping my wife's mind," he teased.
Phoenix returned his look, a playful glint in her eye. "She did marry you, remember?"
"Five minutes!" came a shout from nearby.
Turning to Phoenix one last time, you reiterated, "I meant what I said. Anything you need."
"Thanks," she responded, gratitude evident in her voice. The two of you shared one more embrace.
Audrey approached, taking Wyatt into her care. "Momma said it's time to give you two the last few minutes." She scooped up Wyatt and retreated back to the family.
"Talk to you later," Phoenix called out, making her way toward the building.
Jake took your hands in his, and together, you leaned in until your foreheads gently touched.
"I'm glad we got through this," you said, your gaze locked with his, conveying a depth of emotion. "It brought back a lot of memories of when we first met," you continued, the reminiscence of your early days together adding a layer of sweetness to the present, but then you remembered and it showed on your face.
"Y/N. I'm not going to do what I did before. I swear," he said earnestly.
"I didn't think you would do what you did before either, but you did," you replied, the hurt still lingering in your voice.
He gently tightened the grip of your hands, seeking to reassure you. "It's different this time, Y/N. I swear," he insisted, hoping to convey the sincerity of his intentions and the depth of his commitment. "Please, don't end this on a sad note."
You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the earnest plea for trust despite the shadows of past mistakes. It was a moment of vulnerability, of two hearts laid bare with the complexities of love and the fear of loss intermingling.
"I don't want to end on a sad note either," you admitted, allowing a small, hopeful smile to form on your lips.
The air between you felt charged with a renewed sense of commitment, a mutual recognition of the hurdles you've overcome the last couple of weeks and the hurdles that lie ahead.
"Let's make a promise," you suggested softly, a glimmer of hope threading through your voice. "To always find our way back to each other, no matter what happens. To remember this moment, and why we're fighting for this."
Jake's response was immediate, a reflection of his own hopes and fears. "I promise, Y/N. With everything I am. We'll make it through. And I'll be counting down the days until I can hold you again."
Before you realized it, his lips met yours in a kiss that was passionate, gentle, and filled with love. His hands found their way to your waist, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling each other closer.
In that kiss, all the words that couldn't be spoken, all the fears, hopes, and dreams you both held, seemed to dissolve, leaving only the raw, undeniable connection you shared. It was a reminder, a seal on the promise just made, speaking volumes of the love that had weathered storms and would continue to do so.
As you finally parted, breathless and with hearts pounding, you rested your forehead against his, eyes closed, savoring the lingering warmth of the moment.
"Remember this," Jake whispered, as if reading your thoughts. "Whenever it gets tough, remember this feeling, this promise. We're stronger than the distance, stronger than the time apart."
You nodded, opening your eyes to meet his gaze once more. In them, you saw not just the love he felt for you but a determination, a resolve that matched your own. It was a look that said, no matter the miles, no matter the days, the bond you shared would not just endure; it would thrive.
"I will," you assured him, voice steady despite the emotion threatening to overcome you. "I'll remember, and I'll be waiting here, stronger for it, the moment you return."
With one last embrace, one last kiss, you committed the moment to memory, a beacon for the both of you in the days to come. As Jake finally had to pull away, heading towards his deployment, you stood watching, a mix of pride and longing in your heart.
The family gathered around, and Cindy draped an arm around your shoulders. "You okay?"
Reflecting for a moment, you replied, "You know, it was somehow easier four years ago, even though it broke my heart. But this time, it's even more heart-wrenching."
Cindy pulled you in tighter, and you rested your head on her shoulder, seeking comfort.
Jake turned for one final look, sending you a kiss through the air. Playing along, you mimed catching it and pressed it to your lips, then sent one back to him. He mimicked catching it, placing it tenderly on his lips. Then, with a heavy heart, you watched him turn away and disappear into the building, the door sealing shut behind him.
A single tear traced a path down your cheek.
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Whos got a bun in the oven
Summary: Iceman and Maverick come home to find a pregnancy test on the counter and think that you are pregnant but could someone else be pregnant?
Relationship: Carole Bradshaw x Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Iceman x Maverick x afab!Reader
Warnings: Mention of pregnancy
Word Count: 2147
A/N: I tried to keep the pronouns in this as gender neutral as possible since not everyone who has the capacity to carry a child does identify as female or use she/her pronouns
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“I’m pregnant.” Carole drops that bomb of information on you. You drop the spatula that you had been holding. You stare at your friend in shock, before you smile and move to hug one of your closest friends.
“That’s great, Carole! I know you Nick have been trying for like forever,” you exclaim. “I’m so happy for you. What’s with that face?” Your friend, who was always so confident, looked nervous and apprehensive. There was even a small hint of fear in her eyes.
“I actually don’t know if I’m pregnant.” she tells you, her eyes locking on yours.
“What do you mean? You’ve peed on a stick right? And you’ve been to the doctors to confirm it? Right, Carole?” She hesitantly shakes her head no. “Okay, come with me.”
You turn off the oven, and the stove and grab Carole’s hand, pulling her up the stairs to the bedroom that you, Tom and Pete share. The cats, Enterprise and Chicken, were startled awake by the two of you running up the house and they followed the two of you to the bedroom.
Rushing into the attached bathroom, you squat down and start digging through the cabinets under the sink.
“I have some under here, I know, yes hello chicken. I see you but I can’t pet you right now, go hang with Carole.” Chicken, the cat, had plopped herself right in front of you trying to get you to pet her. If you had to guess, Enterprise would be curled up on the massive bed, enjoying having it all to himself. You gently pushed her out of the way and continued digging through all the junk that had accumulated in the cabinet.
“Aha! Found it!” You turn to hand Carole the test and see that Chicken had in fact gone to bother carole, and was now being held by said woman. Wordlessly you hand the test to her and take Chicken into your arms. You plop onto the bed, and Enterprise moves to sit next to you. You mindlessly pet him, and wait for Carole.
She soon opens the bathroom door, and you walk back in, the cats trail behind you. Carole has taken a seat on the floor, and you follow suit, sitting next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Chicken and Enterprise plant themselves in the windowsill, basking in the afternoon sunlight that filters in. The test sits on the sink.
“I hope you get the results you want Carole”, you tell her, breaking the silence.
“I really want a baby. Nick and I have been trying for so long.”
“Then let's hope it's positive.” You grab her hand and hold it. She rests her head on your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh.
“Have you, Pete and Tom talked about kids?” she asks.
“Here and there. I mean, we’ve all been together for 3 years. Those two have been together for even longer. We’ve all agreed that we do want kids but not right now. For now though, we're just happy with the cats. We’ve been talking about getting a third one, y’know?”
“What do you need a third one for? Aren’t the two you have enough?” she asks with a chuckle.
“Well yeah but Tom is Enterprise’s favorite human and I’m chicken’s favorite human, so Pete is left out. He needs a cat that is going to let him be their favorite human,” you tell her, also laughing. “Now that I say that outloud it is kind of funny.”
“You think?” Carole says and lets out a screeching laugh. Soon the two of you are laughing so hard that tears are streaming out of your eyes. Everytime you think that you're done laughing, the two of you look at each other and start laughing even more.
“Me and Nick are talking about having human kids-”
“And Pete, Tom and I are talking about getting another cat. Who would’ve thought?” The two of you just could not stop laughing.
Carole’s phone lets out a ring and the two of you stop laughing and look at each other. Time to see what the results were.
“Will you look for me?” Carole shyly asks.
“Of course.”
Keeping a hold of Carole’s hand, you stand up and grab the test off the sink. Taking a deep breath, you turn the test over and read the results. Positive.
“Well,” Carole’s grip on your hand tightens, “Hope your ready for a new person to join your family cause you are pregnant.”
Carole stands up and rips the test from your hand.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” She keeps repeating that phrase over and over.
“Hey, hey, hey,” you try to get her attention, “look at me, Carole. This is what you wanted right?”
“Yes but it’s real now. This is really happening.” Carole looks at you, tears in her eyes. You pull her into a comforting hug.
“Everything is going to be okay, okay. You have me and I know Nick is going to be so excited. He’s gonna be the best father there is.”
“He is isnt he?”
“Yes he is,” you pull back to look at her face. “Now c’mon you need to call the doctor and get an appointment set up just to make sure everything is going fine, and I am going to start searching for baby clothes and we can also talk about a nursery. I’m going to get them so many clothes and stuffed animals.” The two of you start to make your way down the stairs.
“Now hold on just a minute. We just found out I’m pregnant. Goose doesn't even know,” Carole laughed as you pulled her out to your car.
“Who cares?! I want to be the favorite aunt out of all of them!”
“You’re the only one!” Carole is laughing so hard there are tears streaming down her face. OYu are also dying of laughter.
“Who cares! I’m going to be the favorite out of everyone!” and with that you pull out of the driveway and towards the store.
A few hours passed and you and Carole were still at the store, when Pete and Tom came home. It had been a long day, nad they both were exhausted. Enterprise greeted them at the door, and Chicken lounged on the couch, not even bothering to greet two of her owners. Pete asked Chicken where you were but the cat just looked at him then went back to sleeping.
“Pete!” Tom yelled from their shared bedroom. Pete raced up the stairs to one of his loves.
“What’s wrong?” Pete frantically looked around the bedroom and raced into the bathroom, where he found Tom holding onto something.
“Is everything okay? Whats wrong?” Pete kept asking since he wasn’t getting answers. He grabbed Tom’s face and made him look at him. Seeing nothing wrong, Pete kept inspecting Tom looking for any sign of something being wrong.
“They're pregnant,” Tom said.
“What? Who?” Pete had confusion written across his face.
“Y/N.” Tom turned around the thing he had been holding, so that pete could get a good look at it. It finally clicked for Pete what Tom had been holding. True to Tom’s word on the little screen on the test was one word. Positive. Pete looked at Tom. Both men’s eyes were wide and they both seemed to be going into shock.
“Oh my god. Oh my god” Pete kept repeating the phrase, a smile blooming
“I know.” The two men’s excitement could not be contained. The two embraced each other and jumped for joy. They shared a quick kiss.
“We need to start getting a nursery room ready, maybe we could clear out the room across from us-”
“Mav”
“But also we could do the one down the hall. Gotta start thinking of-”
“Mav, hold on”
“Of course there’s also choosing godparents. What color do you think we should paint the-”
“Mav slow your roll for 2 minutes,” Mav stops his rambling and looks up at Ice, “they haven’t even told us that they’re pregnant.”
“But you have the positive test in your hand. It’s literally right there in your hand.”
“But maybe they’re still trying to process it and thinking of a way to tell us. This is a huge change not only for them but us. More for them than us,” Ice explains to him.
“I hate when you're right.”
“You love it though,” Iceman teases.
“Shut up.” Maverick chuckled and gave Iceman a quick kiss on the lips. They moved to the kitchen to clean up the mess that you had left and to wait for your return.
Carole and you returned to the house a few hours later, your car ladened down with stuff the two of you had gotten for the baby.
“I can’t believe you bought out all the baby shoes!” Carole exclaimed.
“They were all cute and you need options. You have to have options for all occasions.”
“He won’t be able to walk for like a year. He’s just gonna grow out of them!”
“Don’t care! Remember to film Nick’s reaction, I wanna see it and call me as soon as you’ve told him so you two can tell Pete and Tom, okay?” You watch her get into her car, having moved everything from your car to hers.
“Don’t worry I will!” You watch her leave the driveway and turn to go back into the house. Chicken greeted you at the door. You could smell whatever was cooking and it smelled delicious.
“Hey handsomes,” you greeted Tom and Pete. Tom was cooking while Pete was sitting at the table, looking at something on his phone. At the sound of your voice, Pete bounded over to you, lifted you into his arms and spun you around. He peppered your face with kisses.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve that greeting but I love it,” you tell him.
“Just happy to see you.” Pete looked you up and down, inspecting you.
“What’s with that face?” you ask.
“I’m not making a face.”
“Yes, you are.”
Tom chimes in, “You're making a face, Pete. What’d you do today, sweetheart?”
Deciding not to push on it anymore you turn to Tom, “Oh Carol came over for a little bit and then we went out shopping.”
“For baby clothes?” Pete excitedly asks. You turn to him, eyes wide in shock. “Pete!”
“How did you know?” your voice shaking slightly. You glance between the two of them, your nerves starting to consume you.
“We found the positive pregnancy test in the bathroom. We wanted to wait for you to tell us but someone jumped the gun,” Tom explains. They both look so excited and happy. You felt slightly guilty that you were going to break their hearts.
“Oh uhm, yeah it was for baby clothes but it was-” your sentence is cut off by Pete’s phone ringing. The three of you look at it. “You should answer that. It’s Goose calling you.”
Pete looks at you in confusion then to his phone. “How did you?”
“Just answer it, Pete,” you whisper. He answers it. You can hear Goose yelling through the phone. The excitement in his voice. If you could guess, he was probably crying tears of joy. Pete smiles through it all and tells Goose how happy he is for him and that they would have to celebrate some time together.
“Carole’s pregnant,” Pete says out loud to the three of you. YOu nod your head and see Tom do the same.
“The pregnancy test you found was for her, not me. She was here and thought she was pregnant but hadn’t taken a test yet. I had some upstairs so yeah,” you explain, your voice soft. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, I jumped the gun like Tom said and didn’t wait for you to say anything,” Pete tells you. You pull him in for a hug and just hold him there. Soon you feel Tom embrace the two of you as well. You all stand there in silence, just taking in the moment.
“It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen but for now we’ve got the cats,” you say. “Did I tell y’all I found another cat while we were out? I think it might be perfect for us.”
“You’ll have to show us later but for now it’s dinner time,” Tom says. The three of you and the two cats all sit down for dinner, laughing and talking about the baby that Goose and Carole were about to have. You knew deep down that you were ready to have kids with them but it would happen whenever it would happen and for now you would just spoil the ever loving shit out of Carole and Goose’s kid.
Nine months later, Bradley Bradshaw entered the world.
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Gimme A Kiss - B.R.B
Summary: After returning from his mission, you and Bradley decide to get married right away.
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x fem!reader
Content warnings: Minor spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick, drinking, fluff :)
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This is the wedding song
You anxiously sat at the bar at The Hard Deck. Bradley should've called you by now. You knew that men in uniform probably would've found you and told you if he was dead, but that wasn't really something that you wanted to think about. Penny noticed you spin the engagement ring around your finger as you obsessively checked your phone. You thought that it was somehow broken, until you felt it vibrate from under your leg. Bradley's name and a picture of him popped up, and you ran outside to answer it.
"Hey, babe," he said. You chuckled through the tears and sat down.
"Hey yourself."
"We'll be back in about a half hour. I really missed you."
"I was so worried about you."
"I know. We'll be back sooner than you know it, though. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Listen, I gotta go. Mav wants to talk to me. I love you."
"Love you, too."
The two of you hung up and you ran into the bar to tell Penny the good news. Your excitement made her giggle before she told you to meet the guys at the docks. You still had time to make it. The weather was nice, so it wasn't much of a surprise to see a bunch of people at the docks anyways. It took a while for the carrier ship to fully dock, and you practically ran out of the car when crew members started to walk off of the ship.
"There she is! The future Mrs. Bradshaw," Payback yelled as he walked up to you. You smiled and gave him a hug before catching up for a few minutes. The conversation came to a grinding halt when you saw Bradley and Maverick out of the corner of your eye. You immediately ran over to them and jumped into Bradley's arms.
You smiled as you looked lovingly into each other's eyes before Bradley moved in to kiss you. People around were cheering for you, and you pulled away with a smile on your face.
"What do you say we get married?" He asked as he put you down.
"Well, we're already engaged."
"No, I meant tonight. Have the ceremony and all that."
"Yeah, but do we even know anyone who can officiate a wedding at the last minute?"
"I can!" Maverick exclaimed. You glanced at Maverick before looking back at Bradley.
"Let's do it," you said. Bradley kissed you once more before grabbing his bag and walking over to the rest of the group.
"Hey, can you guys meet us at our place in like two hours?" He asked.
"Yeah, what's up?" Pheonix asked.
"Our wedding. I know it's a spur of the moment thing, but we're getting married tonight and we want you there," you explained.
"Congratulations!" Everyone yelled. The conversation after that was fairly short, and you and Bradley were headed home sooner than you thought.
It didn't take you long to pick out a nice dress and do your hair. Bradley walked out of your shared bathroom and put his chin on your shoulder for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and he quickly got dressed before going downstairs to answer it. He left the door to your bedroom open, so it was easy to figure out that it was Penny and Maverick. The rest of the group wasn't supposed to be there for another half hour, so you finished doing your makeup and walked down the stairs with a white pair of heels in hand. As you looked at the kitchen island that held bottles of champagne, it suddenly dawned on you that you didn't have enough food for a cookout. This was not planned through.
"We don't have food," you loudly expressed. Bradley and Maverick locked eyes before turning to you.
"We can order some pizzas?" Bradley said, but it sounded more like a question.
"Whatever, just as long as we have enough food for everyone."
Once everyone had arrived, you put your shoes on and went outside. Maverick made the ceremony go by quick because it was obvious that everyone was more excited about the reception. Everyone cheered when you and Bradley kissed for the first time as a married couple. Penny announced that champagne was available, along with ice cream. Pheonix and Payback were the first ones to go back inside to make their champagne floats.
Music started to play, and you started to cry as you and Bradley had your first dance. Bradley picked you up and carried you bridal style inside so that the two of you could get your drinks.
"Get it, Bradshaw!" Hangman yelled. It was so unexpected that you couldn't help but laugh.
The night continued, and you were both partying until it started getting really late. After everyone went home, the two of you were finally able to go to bed.
Although the wedding wasn't entirely ideal, you were the happiest that you had ever been.
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I Am Good, I’m VERY Good. pt. 19 (end)
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, suggestive comments, suggestive situations, alcohol in some excess, SPOILERS for Top Gun Maverick (if you haven't seen it, go watch and come back, I'll wait.)
The next few days passed in a blur. You two had barely left the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or the shower. Or the couch...
You get the idea.
As you came down from another countless high, Jake collapsed next to you on the couch, both of you halfway onto the floor. He laughed and raked a hand through his hair.
"I had no idea you were so flexible..." he trailed off with another chuckle as you heard his phone chime go off. He groaned and stood up slowly, pulling his boxers up along with him. You laughed to yourself and slowly followed suit, heading to the shower, legs still a bit wobbly.
"I'm not flexible- I think you just tore my ACL," you tossed to him as he smiled. "Who's bothering you now?" You nodded your head towards his phone. He held it up towards you and shook it back and forth.
"The crew wants to get together one last time before everyone heads out. Hard Deck- You game?"
You smirked and nodded, "I am if you can stay out of my pants long enough, lieutenant," you stressed the last work with a snark. He raised and eyebrow, matching your sarcasm.
"No promises here, ma'am."
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You walked in through the front doors, a somber feeling hitting you in the chest when you saw the crew huddled around the pool table. They looked so happy. You plastered a smile on and took a deep breath- this was always the hardest part of a mission after surviving. The tight bonds formed within a few days or weeks left lasting impressions and they cut at your heart a bit more this time. You had learned to care about these pilots- and were grateful that they had accepted you into their folds.
You were shaken from your overly sentimental reflection as you heard Rooster call you over.
"Come on! I've got next game and 20 bucks on kicking your ass!" He gave you a wink that you responded to with an eye roll, your feet quickly leading you over to the table. You had barely started the ame against Rooster, when you realized that someone's eyes were glued on you.
You looked around to see Hangman walk through the front doors. The two of you had driven separately, deciding it was probably a good idea to run your cars after so many idle days parked outside base housing. You locked eyes and made a shot, the 7 ball easily disappearing into the right corner pocket.
"Jesus, Razor," Rooster groaned, running his hand across his face in frustration, "you trying to hustle me?" He lined up to take his shot and then saw Hangman high-fiving Coyote and Payback. Rooster stood up with a smirk, "Oh, your lucky charm is here now. I see how it is!"
You laughed as Rooster butchered his shot, sinking the cue ball and letting out a string of curses. Jake remained at a distance, half sitting on a barstool talking with the other pilots haphazardly, his eyes never fully leaving you. After you took Rooster's $20 easily, Phoenix stepped up, challenging you.
As you were about to break, she leaned on the dark wood of the table and inspected her nails. "So, you and Hangman....?" she said casually, giving you a glance out of the corner of her eye. Your shot wasn't bad, but definitely shakier than you had anticipated. You stood up and looked at her dead-on, acutely aware that every other conversation had stopped, everyone's bated breath waiting for your response.
You shrugged nonchalantly, lining up to take another shot. Phoenix coughed and looked to Bob and Coyote for help. Both shrugged, wanting more information, but afraid to ask it and even more afraid to look directly at Hangman. You finished your third shot and stood up, leaning on the pool cue, Rooster's eyes trained on your face.
You sighed dramatically, "What do you want to know, Phoenix?" You saw a blush creep up her neck and past the collar of her shirt. SHe shook her head, and tried to line up another shot. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, laid your pool cue down on the table disrupting her shot and took a few long strides over to Hangman.
The smirk plastered on his face mimicked yours as you stood in between his spread knees on the barstool. "I think they want to know if we banged, Hangman," you said in a gravelly voice, mischief glinting in your eye. He let out a low laugh and leaned in close, his lips brushing yours.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells."
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After a few more rounds of pool (and quite a few more beers), you found yourself next to Hangman watching Rooster and Bob attempt to throw darts. He had his hand on your knee. He gave it a squeeze and you looked at him, beer in hand. You gave him an "mhhmm?" and he smiled.
"Just thinking about how quick we could be in the bathroom here...." he said, leaning in towards your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered and batted at his hand.
"Not here, don't be crass" had barely left your mouth when you locked eyes with Fanboy, whose jaw dropped. You gave him a wink and he elbowed Payback hard in the ribs.
"THEY TOTALLY DID IT!"
Hangman let out a laugh and you met the proclamation with an annoyed "what are we, 12?" comment. Whoops and hollers erupted from the crew, a few choosing to cheers their beers with each other. Hangman leaned over, placing a light kiss on your temple as he hopped off his stool.
"I will still kick your ass in pool, Razor," he challenged, swiping a pool cue off the rack. You smirked back and stood up, grabbing one and stepping toe-to-toe with him.
"I've seen your aim, I'm not worried."
Before you registered it, Rooster was between the two of you, hands on your shoulders, pushing you apart. "Okay lovebirds, break it up. Let's keep it PG here for Bob!" the group erupted into laughter as you made your way to table. You raised an eyebrow as Hangman lined up his breaking shot.
"Should we enlighten the group with the adventure in the car or in your cockpit?" You stated smoothly, eyes glancing at your fingernails and the back of your hand. Hangman scratched, the cue ball barely rolling away from its starting point. He glared at you and you giggled, walking to line up your pool cue.
"Don't give me ideas," he growled at you, a smile on his lips. You barely heard him over the screaming and shouting from the rest of the crew as you continued the game.
"You good, Hangman?" you questioned innocently. He leaned against his pool cue and looked you over.
"I am good, I'm very good."
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A/N: Cheesy? Yes. Do I care? No. Wanting to work on some shorter things, so please send any ideas my way! Thanks for reading! :)
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Retreat (Part 2)
Pairing: Rooster x Y/N
Summary: So I've decided to make it another series, going off of Navy Nurse. ENJOY!
Its their lives together after the mission
Warnings: angst, love, some fluff
You spent the most amazing, relaxing weekend with Rooster. Didn't do much of anything but sit around, watch movies, swim, and maybe lots of sex? But, it was sadly time to go back to reality and get back to work. Had to get back to the things you had in planning with Maverick.
"Come on, we gotta go home." Rooster said coming over to you on the couch.
"Do we HAVE to!?" You cried out and poking out your bottom lip at him.
"Sadly yes." He said leaning down and kissing your poked out bottom lip and smiling as he pulled back.
"Fine, only because you want me too." You said standing up. He smiled and grabbed your suitcases and you grabbed your backpack. You two made you way out of the front door and he locked it before going to the car and putting everything in the back of Bronco as you got in the passenger seat. He slipped into the driver seat and started the car and pulling out.
"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight before returning to reality?" You asked Rooster.
"I would love too." He told you making you smile. You two spent most of the ride hand in hand and just listening to music and feeling the wind in your hair. It was two hours later and you two pulled up to Roosters house. You grabbed your backpack and he grabbed the suitcases and went inside.
"Alright let's get dressed get out of here." He said. You followed him to the bedroom with your back pack. Setting it on the bed and taking out a pair of jeans and a nice top and undressing.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." Bradley said a he stood completely naked in the door way. You smiled as he turned around to go to the bathroom and his little plump butt walking away. You continued to get ready and once you slipped your shoes on you fell to your back on his bed and took your phone out.
'We still set tomorrow for that meeting with Cyclone?' You read a text from Maverick looking around quickly to make sure Rooster wasn't there. Yes, you were hiding something from him, but it was more a surprise than it was a secret.
'Yes, See you there!' You replied back to him. You heard the bathroom door open and Rooster walk out. You locked your phone and set it next to you. He was wrapped in only a towel, his perfect V showing and those hips.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He said noticing you staring. You smiled grabbed you phone and took a picture.
"You were right." You said with a giggle. He went and finished getting ready wearing a pair of shorts, and a nice t-shirt.
"Ooo, look at you know button up?" You said standing up and circling him.
"Shut up." He said with a laugh and guided you out of the room to get you two to leave. He opened the door to the Bronco for you and you got in. Bradley went to the drivers side and got in and took off from the house.
"So, where are we going?" You asked as he drove down the street.
"I was thinking Coaster. Right by the base. Watch the sunset and have a few drinks and maybe a few apps." He suggested to you.
"Sounds perfect to me." You said with a smile. Driving about 20 minutes you pulled up to Coaster parking the car and going inside. You got a table outside on the back deck so that you could could watch the sunset together. Ordered a few beers and an appetizer.
"So, I have a question for you. I wont be hurt if you saw no, but it's worth asking." He said making you hesitate.
"Shoot." But you let him ask.
"Since we pretty much either stay over at one another's house every night, I was thinking maybe you'd want to move in with me?" He asked making a scrunchy face nervous about your answer. You thought about it for a second and leaned on your hands held up by the table and looked over at him.
"You, Bradley Bradshaw, want me Y/N Y/L/N, to come live with you?" You asked trying to make him more nervous. He just shook his head yes and watched you intently.
"Hmmmm." You said sitting back in your chair pretending to think about it. You saw him getting visually anxious.
"Yes." You said plainly looking at him making him perk up.
"Really?" He asked still not convinced.
"Really." You told him smiling. He leaned over the table and pecked your lips.
"I cant wait." He said leaning back. The rest of the night was great. You two had amazing laughs, drinking, and watched a beautiful sunset. You got home after a long perfect weekend with you amazing boyfriend.
It was the next day and you arrived at work. But not in your normal spot you had a meeting with Cyclone, and Maverick at Cyclones office. You were getting a bit nervous about it but you'd be fine. You walked inside and up to the second floor to the admirals office.
"You ready?" Maverick asked as you walked to his door.
"As I'll ever be." You said with a long sigh.
"Metcalf, Mitchell, come on in." Cyclone said walking passed the two of you and into his office. You stood at attention in front of his desk.
"Please sit." He told you two and you did so.
"So, what can I do for you two?" He asked.
"Well, it's not two, but just me. I guess Maverick is just here for moral support. But, I've been thinking about something. But I don't know if you will allow it." You said to Cyclone.
"Well go ahead." He said sitting back in his seat.
"I want to fly again sir." You said plainly to him. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"So what were you thinking?" He asked trying to get more information out of you about this.
"I dont know. I was seeing if you needed a pilot anywhere, or a teacher." You said to him.
"Do you not like the hospital anymore?" He asked confused as to why you were wanting to switch up.
"No, no, I still love the hospital and being a nurse. I just miss flying. Helping with that last mission and being in the air brought back a lot of love that I have for flying and being a team with people." You explained to him.
"Okay, how about this, we have another mission coming up. Almost as difficult as the last, but not as bad. You train with them and see if you are up for the challenge. Maverick here is head of this one again, so he'll be making the decision again to send teams up like he did on the last. If he feels like you are ready to be in the sky again, then we will find a place for you." Cyclone explained to you making you want to jump up in joy, but obviously, not something you can do here.
"Thank you sir." You said with a smirk.
"Now if thats all, you're both dismissed." Cyclone said and you and Maverick left the room. After you were out of sight of him you jumped around and hugged Maverick.
"Thank you Mav." You said smiling and pulling away from him.
"No need to thank me, you did that all on your own." He said as you two made your way down the hall.
"Have you told Bradley yet?" He asked you. You dropped you shoulders from excitement realizing now you have to tell Bradley what you've been planning and what just occurred.
"No, I'm going to now that its actually happening, but I dont know how to tell him." You told Mav as you approached the front door of the building.
"You'll figure something out. You always do. But anyways, meet on the tarmac tomorrow, 0600." Maverick told you before walking out of the building. You made your way to the hospital which was only a few buildings over. You couldn't stop thinking of ways to tell Rooster without him possibly getting upset that you were doing all this and didn't tell him about it. But also you don't think he would be upset because he knew how much you miss flying.
'Hard deck after work' your phone read from the group chat you were in with all the top gun graduates that you worked closely with last year. Except there was one number added that you didn't know who it was.
'Hell yeah! Can't wait.' The number replied back. You were called to your duties so you put your phone away and finished up your work day. It ran a little later than normal so you texted your group chat.
'Work went a little longer than expected. Will be there soon!' You texted. You grabbed your things and left the building and to your car. You were surprised you didn't get a text from Bradley, almost all day. Only his good morning text. He must of had a busy training day. You started your car and went back home to change and shower.After your shower you put on a tank tops and a pair of jeans and your trusty converse. Finishing up with some perfume and a little bit of make up you grabbed your wallet and left out the front door and getting back into your car. Headed to The Hard Deck you had your roof taken off because of the perfect weather you were having. You got to the Hard Deck and saw Bradleys Bronco parked next to some Audi, a car you have never seen here. You shrugged and parked next to Hangman's car being the only spot left. You got out, locked it and started walking inside.
"Y/N!" You heard your name ring out behind you. You turned and saw Phoenix coming to you.
"Hey!" You said with a smile and hugging her. You hadn't seen her since the mission. So it's been awhile.
"How've you been?" She asked as she linked arms with you and you two walked inside.
"Good. Really good actually." You said with a big smile spread across your face. You walked into the building and scanned to see if you could see Rooster, and you did. Eyes fixed on that beautiful man you call yours, but rudely interrupted by some little blonde, skinny, women stood next to him laughing like she's at a comedy show. You knew he wasn't that funny.
"Yeah, I dont like the look of that." Phoenix said following where you were looking. You scoffed and went to the bar to get a beer and a shot.
"Hey Pen!" You said as you slide between two guys with Phoenix.
"Hey girls. Your usual?" She asked and you both shook your heads and she walked away to grab them.
"So, what do you think about that?" Phoenix asked look back at them.
"No clue. Do you know who that is?" You asked her looking over and the women seeing she was flipping her hair around and still laughing with Rooster.
"Callsign, Barbie." She said.
"Fits well." You said.
"She is on the mission with us now. She's doing her training with us." Phoenix said now realizing that the number you didn't know was her. You just shook your head and grabbed the shot off the bar and took it.
"She's a good pilot. Just annoying as all hell on the ground." Phoenix said making you giggle.
"Well let's head over there." You said grabbing your beer and going over.
"Rat!!" Hangman yelled and coming over to hug you. After the mission happened, you, Rooster, and Hangman started getting along much better, may even consider him a good friend.
"I told all of you, you aren't aloud to call me that." You said looking around at everyone they all laughed.
"Hi baby." You said with a smiling turning to Rooster and giving him a kiss with Barbie standing right next to him.
"I missed you." He said as he pulled away.
"Oh, Y/N this is Shannon, call sign Ba-"
"Barbie." You said cutting him off and looking at her.
"Nice to meet you." She said with the biggest smile on her face.
"You too. Y/N call sign Rattle." You said putting you hand out and shaking hers.
"oh, your Rattle. Wow, it's great to meet you. I've heard so much about you around the barracks and from Rooster." She said looking a bit nervous now. You smiled turning away and began mingling with everyone else.
"Do anyone need a beer?" Rooster asked. Everyone raised their hand.
"I'll go with you." Barbie said and they walked away.
"This bitch." Phoenix said.
"Which one?" You asked because Rooster didn't even ask you to go with him.
"Oh. Yikes." She said stepping back and sipped her beer.
"So, how's everything going in the hospital?" Hangman said coming over and sitting next to you. ""So, how's everything going in the hospital?" Hangman said coming over and sitting next to you.
"It's going well, busy. But, everything this good. How's the training going?" You asked turning to face him.
"It's going good. I feel like we are all finally working together finally, but hey, everyone knows I'm still the best." He said with his smug smile. You rolled your eyes and giggled. You couldn't wait to start working with these people again.
"Here you go lovely." You heard a voice from behind you. It was Barbie handing you your beer.
"Oh, thank you. Where's Bradley?" You asked taking a sip of it.
"I think he went to the bathroom." She said. You shook your head and went back to your conversation with Hangman.
"So, how do you like the new girl?" You asked him once you knew she wasn't near you.
"She's a great pilot, sexy as hell, but of course not as sexy as you, but she's kind of annoying." He explained making you roll your eyes at his one comment about you.
"So what about her and Rooster?" You asked trying to get some information about the close contact them two are having.
"I mean, they are working close together for the training she got assigned to Rooster to be her mentor in this mission, being her first big one like this. SO they are with each other all day everyday." H explained very nonchalantly. Feeling yourself starting to get upset about it but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions because you had a lot of trust in Rooster.
"Well thats good I guess." You said with a fake smile.
"Yeah, except that. That gets really annoying." He said pointing behind you. You turned to see Barbie and Rooster stood next to each other and she had her hand placed on his shoulder doing the whole laughing thing she was doing earlier. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes and you grabbed you beer and turned to leave.
"Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?" Hangman shouted over the loud music and loud conversation and ignoring it. Getting to the front door and walking out your rounded the corner of the building and walked onto the beach. You went all the to the end but not far enough for the water to reach you. You plopped down in the sand and finished off your beer and throwing it next to you.
"Y/N? Y/N!" You heard your name being called from behind you sounding like Rooster. You sighed and hung your head down.
"What happened? What's wrong?" He asked coming and sitting down next to you.
"What's going on with you and her?" You asked plainly, not sugarcoating it.
"Who? Shannon?" He asked looking at you confused and you just looked at him.
"Nothing, baby. Nothing at all. I'm training her. Mentoring her." He explained turning his whole body towards you now.
"Sure doesn't look like it with the way she was putting her hands on you and I'm sorry sweetie, I love you and all, but you aren't THAT funny." You said making him laugh a bit.
"I don't know what thats about. But, I'm trying to be nice to her, if I'm not it'll make the training way harder to get through. I'm sorry, if I made you feel like you cant trust me. He said taking your hand in his.
"No, I'm sorry. I over reacted about all this. I think I'm PMS'ing. I haven't been feeling well." You told him.
"Thats okay. Let's go back to my house. yeah?" He asked pulling your chin up to look at him.
"Yeah." You said with a sad smile and he helped you up.
"But before we go, I have some news for you." You said brushing off your butt from the sand.
"Okay, what is it?" He asked. You grabbed both of his hands in yours.
"I didn't know how to tell you, so I'm just going to say it. I starting flying again. Tomorrow." You said waiting to see his reaction.
"What!?" He yelled, picking you up and spinning you around.
"Where? What are you going to be doing?" He asked setting you down.
"With you guys again. I'm training for the mission with you guys." You told him making his eyes go wide and a huge smile spread across your face.
"This is awesome. I'm so excited." He said and planted a kiss on your lips.
"Alright let's go home." He said putting his arm around your shoulders.
As much as you haven't been feeling good and apparently super hormonal, you were so excited to start flying again and to move in with Rooster. You knew he was the one, just had to wait it out bit.
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MavDad: Home For Good
A/N: The next installment of MavDad! Thank you to everyone for reading! As always please leave ideas for more chapters in the comments or send me an ask (I think those are turned on?)!
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For the third time that day Mav hung up the phone after calling his CO. They had been in a back and forth for the better part of a few hours. Mav was requesting a permanent position as a test pilot since his return to Top Gun did not go over well last time. His CO wouldn’t hear of ‘grounding’ the best pilot he has on active duty.
Mav was adamant in his need to be stationed stateside, “Sir, with respect, this is about more than just me. This is about my family and the fact that I almost left Bradley without a dad, again, sir,” Mav said, reminding his CO of the close call he had almost 9 months ago.
“Well Maverick, you have a distinguished flight record, there isn’t a reason they wouldn’t want you,” he sighed, “I still can’t believe I am doing this but report to Lemoore at the end of your scheduled leave. They have something new they have been requesting a pilot for.”
“Thank you, sir,” Mav said into the phone, disbelieving that he actually got what he had been wanting.
“So long Maverick, try not to piss any more Admiral’s off, yeah?” his CO said with a friendly laugh.
Mav chuckled, “I’ll do my worst, sir.”
Everything was going according to plan, he got the new posting, he’s going to be home more, now he and Carole just had to find a way to tell Brad.
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If Mav was being honest with himself, this conversation could have gone a bit better. His plan went to shit because he was nervous to tell Brad the news. So in Mav style, he blurted it out over dinner that night.
“I requested a change of station,” Mav almost shouted, a whole two seconds after they sat down to eat.
Carole looked at him. Mav gave her a guilty look, he should have asked her about this before doing it, “I requested to be stationed stateside, they’ve transferred me to Lemoore, to be a test pilot.”
“Why did you request the change of station?” Brad asked.
“Well after what happened on the last deployment,” he sighed deeply, “There’s just too much at stake, I can’t ask you to risk losing a dad again.”
Brad locked eyes with Mav, “We don’t want to lose you either.”
“I know buddy, I know,” Mav sighed.
Carole took a deep breath before joining the conversation, “...Anddd, you and I are going to move there to be closer to Maverick.”
This was the part they were both worried about, Brad was 13 and had made some good friends at school. Starting a new school could be hard, especially if you were about to go to high school in a few months.
Brad furrowed his brow, confused, “Okay, I assumed that we would.”
Carole and Mav were surprised. Mav looked at him, “You’re not mad that you have to start at a new school?”
“No, we all get to be together, why would I be mad about that?” Brad said seriously.
“Well alright then, we are going to move in a few weeks once we find a house,” Mav told him.
“Okay, can I help pick the house?” Brad asked with a sly smile, “I want a big room.”
“Of course!” Carole said, “We can all look together.”
They finished dinner discussing what they all wanted in a house, where Brad would be going to school, and what Maverick would get to fly. Maybe the conversation didn’t go so poorly after all, Mav thought.
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A few weeks into the hunt for a new house they came upon the perfect one. It was a three bedroom, two and a half bathroom beauty. The outside was red brick and the small bits of siding were painted a soft pastel blue. The bedrooms and full bathrooms were located upstairs, the downstairs was an open concept with a large living room and kitchen. The garage was plenty large for Carole’s car, Goose’s old Bronco, and Mav’s Kawasaki.
Carole and Mav got the loan from the bank and put the old house on the market. As the trio were packing up the old house, they all took a few moments the reminisce on the good times had there.
As Mav was packing his stuff up, he thought back to when Goose and Carole had bought the house before Bradley was born. He remembers racing over to meet them to see his nephew for the first time. Carrying Brad up the stairs to bed when he fell asleep on the couch. How him, Goose, and Carole would watch football on the Sundays they were on leave, kicking back and drinking beer. Seeing the picture Carole had taken of him and Brad in the backyard he thinks of the newer memories, the dinners spent together, teaching Brad baseball, hearing the piano through the house for the first time in years.
Carole sat on the porch swing, a steaming mug of tea warming her hands. Looking at the peeling white paint on the swing, she thought back to the quiet afternoons spent reading to Bradley, and how much nagging it took to finally get Goose to hang the damn thing all those years ago. He almost fell off the ladder he was using to hang it, she smiles at the memory. It makes her sad to leave their home, but just because they were leaving doesn’t mean the memories couldn’t come with them.
Bradley was enjoying one last afternoon on the swing set that his dad had built him. He thought back to learning how to play catch with Mav in the yard, the birthday parties his mom threw him, and the afternoons spent playing with his mom in the sun. He was going to miss this house, but maybe some change would be good for their family.
Once the last box was packed into the moving truck, and after saying goodbye to the house for the last time. The three of them piled into Goose’s Bronco, a few boxes stacked in the back, and headed towards their new home.
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A/N: Tomorrow’s Chapter: A New School
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Thick and Thin (g.d)
Part 4
Word-count: 2.1k ++
Summary: Both Bianca and Grayson finally see that they’re both dreaming about different things for their future together, and the universe decided to worsen things for Grayson this time.
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“And voila!,” Fabio carefully lifts the hot towel off Grayson’s chest; revealing the fresh ink on his chest. A simple initial of his girlfriend’s name, with a little bee beside it.
“Babe?,” Grayson tilts his head aside to find his girlfriend sitting alone on the chair, since Ethan and Alana went out to grab some coffee while waiting for Grayson and Bianca’s turns to get their ink done, and gives her a small smile as he points at his chest. “What do you think about it? Do you like it?,” he asks.
Bianca nods her head quickly before she plants a soft kiss onto his forehead, admiring the new tattoo. “It looks so cool,” she definitely adores it.
“Heh, now it’s your turn,” Grayson grabs his t-shirt as he gets off the tattoo chair. “C’mon, babe,” he motions her to get on the tattoo chair.
A slight frown comes across her face as her boyfriend tells her to get on the chair. It’s like he can read her mind that easy, Grayson emits a light chuckle as she gently tucks her hair to the back of her ear. “Baby, it’ll be okay. I’ll be with you,” he hums softly.
Bianca hesitantly sits on the tattoo chair, but as soon as she plops herself down onto the chair, she holds her hand out to find his, wanting him to stay close to her. Grayson laughs at her action, finding it adorable. So he sits down on another chair, taking her hand in his as he gives her a soft smile.
“So, on your wrist?,” Fabio comes and sits on the other side of the tattoo chair, with the tattoo machine in his hand. Bianca nods her head slowly.
“As your first?,” Grayson shifts his gaze to the girl sitting on the chair, looking surprised. “Babe, it’d be quite painful,” he frowns.
“I’ll be okay, hopefully,” Bianca mumbles, with a small smile on her lips, yet she tightens her grip on his hand.
“But, why you gotta go with the wrist?,” he shifts his gaze from the girl to the tattoo artist. “It’ll be quite painful, right?,” he asks him. Fabio just nods his head slowly.
“Near the artery, because you’re the reason that I’m still here. You’re that important to me,” Bianca explains. “So, baby, I’ll be okay,” she convinces him.
“If you say so...,” Grayson replies.
“C’mon, Fabio, let’s get it done,” Bianca gives him a slight chuckle as she leans back against the seat to make herself comfortable.
“Here it comes,” Fabio nods as he gently grabs her wrist to do his work.
As soon as the needle hits her skin, Bianca tightens her grip on Grayson’s hand. She sinks her teeth onto her lower lip to hold herself back from crying due to the pain, but she keeps her eyes glued on his work on her wrist. Grayson, who’s watching Fabio doing his work, quickly shifts his gaze back to Bianca as soon as he notices her tightening the grip.
“It’ll be okay, baby. Hey— hey, look at me,” Grayson tries to distract her. Bianca turns to the side to get a better view of his face.
“Can I tell you something?,” Grayson speaks softly, with his eyes locked on hers still.
“What is it?,” Bianca asks.
“I love you, so much. You have no idea how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend,” Grayson smiles. “Also, I know that it might seem to be too early for me to say this, but I want to build my own family with you,” he adds.
“You what—?,” Bianca gasps, caused by both his statement, and the pain on her wrist.
“I want to build my own family with you. I want to have mini me and mini Bianca in the future, running around our house— how many kids do you want to have?,” he suddenly changes the topic.
“Two?,” Bianca mumbles.
“Can we have three?,” Grayson begs.
“I think three is okay,” she comments.
“Yes, yes! And we can live in a tiny house with them, in Jersey. I mean, I love LA, but I want to raise them in Jersey, what do you think?,” Grayson gently rubs the back of her hand as he hums.
“Anywhere, Gray. As long as I’m raising them with you,” Bianca replies, with a little smile on her lips.
“And I’d like to name our future soon Maverick, I think it’s a cool name. Or Aiden, in case we have two sons. And for the girls—“
“So I can’t decide?,” Bianca pouts as she looks up at him.
“I’m sorry, I get way too excited, babe,” Grayson shakes his head before he presses a gentle kiss onto her pout. “Go ahead, tell me what you got,” he chuckles.
“Well, I’d go with Ophelia or Willow, what do you think?,” this time, she asks for his opinion.
“Both are pretty— God, they’re gonna be as beautiful as you, Bumblebee,” he comments, thinking about how cute the baby girl of their own would look like.
“And the boys are gonna be as fine as you,” she adds.
“I can’t wait,” Grayson exclaims happily. “It’s my biggest dream to achieve, to become a dad and raise my kids well one day,” he continues to speak.
“But, babe?,” Bianca keeps her gaze locked on his. Grayson turns to face her, waiting for her words.
“I— I’m not ready, hell— I don’t even know about our future. I’m scared. The idea of pregnancy scares me,” Bianca pours her thoughts out. “I’m too young to be a mom, Gray, a—and, I’m just scared that I can’t be a good mother for my own kid, I’m scared that I—,”
“Bianca,” Grayson cuts him off, noticing that she’s uncomfortable with him sharing his enthusiasm about the idea of building a family.
Bianca lets out a soft sigh as she leans her head back against the tattoo chair. Her eyes never leaving his, but he can clearly see disappointment in her eyes.
Disappointment at herself for being unable to match his enthusiasm about building a family.
“I’m sorry, Gray,” she lets out a soft sigh as she shifts her gaze back to her wrist, noticing that Fabio’s almost done with his work.
“It’s not happening soon, Bumblebee, I promise, it’ll only happen whenever you’re ready,” Grayson replies as he checks on her wrist, exactly in the same when Fabio turns his tattoo machine off.
“You’re no longer a tattoo virgin,” Fabio chuckles as he looks up at Bianca, who’s now smiling at her fresh ink.
“I love it! Wow, we have matching tattoos now!,” Bianca squeals in excitement as she looks back at Grayson.
“Yes, yes,” Grayson laughs as he wraps his arms around her little figure before he plants another kiss onto the top of her head. “Consider it as our promise rings— I know they aren’t even rings, but you know—“ Grayson tries to explain.
“I get it, Grapeson,” she giggles.
“You have me, forever. I’ll be there for you, through everything, Bumblebee,” Grayson coos as he takes her hand in his to place it on his chest, on top of his fresh ink.
“And I’ll be there for you too, Grapeson. I’ll have your back with anything,” she hums as she nods her head.
“Promise?,” Grayson whispers.
“I promise.”
“Get married already, you two,” Ethan’s voice echoes as he steps into the room with Alana, with plastic cups of coffee in their hands.
“Funny, Ethan,” Bianca responds as she emits a light giggle, shaking her head quickly.
“Oh, I definitely will, bro,” Grayson turns to face his clone, with a wink, before he turns his gaze back to his girl.
“I’m gonna marry you one day, for real, Bumblebee.”
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“Can I wear this one?,” Bianca grabs a black t-shirt with the word Brixton written on it, out of Grayson’s section from their shared walk in closet.
Grayson, who just stepped out of the shower, immediately turns to check on the item that she wants to wear. He playfully rolls his eyes back as he notices the t-shirt that she chooses. “Baaaabe, you can wear your own clothes,” Grayson comments.
“But—“
“You can wear, hm—,” Grayson steps into their closet and quickly grabs a white tanktop, and her gym shorts before he turns to face his girl. “These? I think these would be comfy,” Grayson suggests.
“I want this,” Bianca pouts, insisting to wear his t-shirt.
“Fine, but not for free,” Grayson replies.
“Not for free?,” Bianca raises her eyebrow.
“You gotta pay... by letting me to—,” he stops and quickly traps her figure in his embrace before he attacks her with soft kisses mercilessly, all over her face.
“Baaaaby!,” Bianca calls out for him, hoping he’d stop, but he keeps on going.
“Grayson?,” their scene got stopped by the knock on the door.
“Yes, E?,” he replies.
“Can we talk?,” he sounds so serious that Bianca quickly pulls away from the hug to let Grayson to see him.
Grayson fixes the towel around his waist before he heads straight towards their bedroom door to get him, while Bianca quickly puts on the Brixton t-shirt and crawls onto the bed right after. It’s almost 11, and she’s getting ready for bedtime.
Grayson walks out the room to talk to Ethan and closes the door behind him, leaving Bianca alone in their room, wondering about the thing that they’re talking about.
Ethan sounds so serious. There must be something happened.
She’s very sleepy, yet she chooses to wait for Grayson to come back, to make sure everything’s okay. But once Grayson walks back in few minutes later with teary eyes, she knows something bad happened.
Grayson remains quiet, he plops himself down on the edge of their bed, with his back facing Bianca.
“Baby, what’s wrong?,” Bianca whispers.
Grayson turns his head to face her and she can clearly see that he’s crying. “Bumblebee...,” he whispers.
“Gray, what’s wrong?,” she scoots closer to him as a frown comes across her face.
“Dad—“
“You dad? What happened?,” she’s getting impatient but she tries to remain calm.
And that’s when he loses it. He scoops her into his arms once again, so he can cry on her shoulders.
“He’s gone, Bumblebee.”
That can’t be happening.
Grayson and Ethan’s father, Sean, has been fighting against the cancer cells inside him for years. But apparently his time is over. His body had enough of it. Grayson just never expected that day would come this fast. He’s not ready. Not at all.
“He’s gone!,” Grayson sobs into her shoulder, with his arms wrapped around her like he never wants to let her go.
“Gray...,” Bianca runs her fingers through his wet hair.
“The fucking cancer beat him, Bi. Fuck!,” he grunts in the middle of his cry.
“But now he doesn’t have to deal with the pain no more, Gray... He’s now free,” she whispers, hoping it’ll calm him down.
“Bianca, why did he have to go this soon? This is too soon, I can’t—“
“Grayson, it’s the best for him,” she stops him. “Do you want him to suffer longer?,” she asks.
“Of course not, but, Bi... college just started, I just want to make him proud of my own achievement. I want him to be there, at my graduation in few years, to witness it all, Bi,” he whispers.
“He’s proud of you, and he’ll be there, I promise. You can’t see him, but he’ll be there. He lives forever,” she hums.
“F—forever?”
“Yes, here, in your heart,” Bianca points at his chest as she flashes him a thin smile. “You’re not alone, Gray. I told you, I’d have your back, always,” she whispers.
Grayson remains silent as he shuts his eyes closed. “Thank you, Bumblebee,” he mumbles.
“It’s my job. Okay, I’m gonna start packing our stuffs. When are we leaving? Have you booked the flight?,” Bianca asks as she slowly pulls away, knowing that she has to take control.
“I’ll look for it with Ethan,” Grayson nods his head as he gets up, making his way towards the closet to grab himself his Cub Sport t-shirt, along with his black shorts before he puts them on.
Bianca grabs the luggage from the closet, along with some of her clothes, and Grayson’s. She neatly folds them before she puts them into the luggage. Grayson makes his way out of the room, but he suddenly stops at the door, and turns to face her.
“Thank you, Bumblebee. Couldn’t even imagine what would happen if you’re not here with me,” he gives her a small smile.
Bianca looks up at him as he nods her head quickly.
“I’ll be there for you, through everything, Grapeson. I’ll have your back with anything, remember?”
“Of course I remember. Holy fuck— I love you so much,” his voice echoes as he exits the room.
“I love you too!”
#grayson dolan#grayson dolan fic#dolan twins#tgabs’ write#dolan twins fic#thick and thin by tgabs#tnt by tgabs
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Chuck vs. The Helicopter Part 4
Casey was still sitting on the floor, still feeling the effects of the dart.
"Casey, he's got Sarah. We've got to save her." Chuck said.
"Brilliant deduction, Nancy Drew. "
"Hey..." you said starting to defend Chuck.
"Now pull out the tranq dart! "
"Oh, I have a very strong aversion to needles."
" Do it!"
"I got it Chuck."
You pulled it out real quick and Chuck looked like he was going to be sick.
"That was the doctor, right? He's probably not dead? " Chuck asked.
"And the sun sets in the west. Nothing gets by you."
You and Chuck both got on either side of Casey and helped him up.
"One, two, three. what's he gonna do with Sarah?" you asked.
"He's gonna torture her until she tells him all about you two. Come on. If we hurry, we can catch him. "
You then all started to rush over to Chuck's car.
"All right, where are we going?" Chuck asked.
" I laced my quiches with micro bots."
" You're not kidding, are you? " you asked.
"I don't kid about quiche." Casey said looking over at you in the back.
"We can trace him using the car's tracker."
" Yeah, I think that only comes with the sports package. "
"We made some enhancements when your car was in the shop. "
All of a sudden a tiny screen came up, tracker all set.
"What?! Did you do that to my car too?" you asked.
"Well we always seem to be using Chuck's car so no."
"Oh...that's cool." you said trying to not sound disappointed.
"Got a signal. Let's go."
Chuck floored it. You all found yourselves pulling into the Buy More.
Chuck parked the car and you all quickly got out. You went through a side door at the back, being quiet.
"Let's go. "
"Hey, Casey, Casey. Wait a minute. Why, why would he bring Sarah here? " Chuck asked.
"I don't know."
"You two wait here." He then fell down to the floor and quickly got up. The dart still affecting him. "Damn tranq dart. come on."
You all then heard screams coming from the home theatre room and quickly but quietly made your way over. You moved the curtains out of the way only to find Morgan sitting there, eating food and watching an old horror film.
"It's Morgan." You said.
" He ate your quiches." Chuck added.
" We're on the wrong trail."
You all got back into the car, figuring where Zarnow could have taken Sarah. Casey was trying to track her somehow but nothing was coming up.
"I got nothing."
"What do you mean you got nothing? Then what do we do?" Chuck asked.
" It's over. She's gone.
No, no, no, no, no. Okay, this is our fault. We didn't believe her. Now we have to save her." you said.
" Look, if you were a bad guy, what would you do, fly Sarah out on a plane? Would you use a boat or a-a-a what"" Chuck asked.
"Chopper. Small airfield near the water. The closest I could find."
" Then do-do a satellite search using the touch screen and then maybe limit that to airfields that are within a certain range of us and then maybe limit that by if there's activity on the ground?" Chuck said.
" That's not bad." Casey said impressed.
"Nice Chuck!"
" Thanks. Yeah, I was just kind of, you know, spit balling, just kind of top of my head."
Casey punched some info in.
"Found it. Port of Los Angeles. "
"Floor it." you said.
" Okay."
You all made it to the port and saw the helicopter as well as a guy with a huge gun coming out of it. This was the spot. Casey then turned to look at you both.
"This is how this is gonna work. I'm gonna go over there, rescue Sarah, and capture Dr. Zarnow, shoot anybody who gets in my way. You two, you're gonna stay here. "
"So, in this plan we basically do nothing? " you asked.
"Yep."
" Let's do this." you and Chuck said at the same time.
Casey nodded then got out of the car. You then climbed up front to sit beside Chuck.
"All right, all right. Now we wait." Chuck said.
You then both looked over and saw Zarnow coming out of a warehouse.
"Uh Chuck?"
"Stay in the car. Stay in the car. Do not leave the car. Do not leave this car."
"We aren't staying in the car are we?" you asked.
Chuck then turned to look at you.
"Nope."
"Let's go then."
You and Chuck got out of the car and Chuck came up close to you.
"Stay close Y/N."
You nodded looking at him and you both quietly walked into the warehouse. You were sneaking around when you noticed Sarah first, her wrists chained up above her head and a duct tape over her mouth. You tapped on Chuck's arm and pointed. Sarah then turned and noticed you both as well.
You quickly ran up to her.
"Sarah, are you okay?" you asked.
"What are you doing here?" she was saying through the piece of tape.
"Stupid question." you said.
"Okay, uh, should I... ? " Chuck started and then ripped off the piece of tape. "Sorry. "
"Y/N, Chuck, you have to get out of here."
" No, we're here to save you." you said.
" You guys shouldn't even be here; you're too valuable, and, besides, I have this well in hand."
" Uh-huh, yeah, 'cause it looks well in hand." Chuck pointed out. You jabbed him in the side with your elbow.
"Ow!"
" Just find me something to pick this lock."
Chuck found something that could work and handed it over to Sarah.
All of a sudden Zarnow was coming back in.
"Go, go, go! The tape, the tape." Sarah urged.
Chuck quickly put the tape back over Sarah's mouth then he grabbed you and pulled you along with him to find somewhere to hide. You both ended up hiding behind a wall that still had a spot to see what was going on. The whole time you were both hiding, Chuck kept his arm around you.
You watched as Zarnow approached Sarah.
"The helicopter's ready, agent Walker. This is your last chance. We're going to a special facility where they're going to torture you. Really torture, not this child's play. Or you could just tell me who are the patients X." He then pulled out a needle. "Something for the flight."
"Oh crap!" Chuck ended up saying it a little too loud.
Zarnow heard and looked over to find the two of you.
"Run!" you yelled.
"Oh crap! Oh crap!" Chuck held onto your hand pulling you along with him. Zarnow then threw the needle which ended up going right past Chuck's face, sticking into a box. You pulled Chuck closer to you. You then both turned to look at him and began to flash, learning all his secrets.
"We know you. We know your secret." Chuck said.
" You-you've been feeding American science to north Korea for years." You said.
" Ah, patients X. To think that my secrets are in those heads of yours. It's an honor, really. Of course, to hell with honor. I'm here for the impressive dollar figure the human intersects will fetch."
He had the dart gun pointed at you both. Chuck saw him about to pull the trigger and pushed you out of the way before he shot. Chuck ended up getting hit with a dart in the chest.
"Chuck!" you screamed.
Chuck said your name before falling to the ground. You went to go hide quickly before he could find you too and shoot you as well. A guy then came up and started dragging Chuck to the helicopter. You wanted to run and save Chuck so badly but you knew you needed to help Sarah first. You ran over to her to try and help when Casey came in to give you a hand. Once you finally got Sarah free you looked over at Casey.
"They've got Chuck! We need to go save him now!" You said, worry clear in your voice.
"Don't worry Y/N, we'll get him back." Sarah reassured putting her hand on your arm. She knew how you felt about Chuck. You never told her but it was obvious.
You both ran out and saw the chopper leaving. Casey was about to shoot when Sarah put his arm down.
"Don't shoot! Chuck will be on there."
You were all looking up when you noticed the helicopter was flying all over the place. You were all able to get a good look at who was flying it and it looked to be Chuck.
"Oh my God." you said.
"Oh, my God, Casey, I think Chuck's flying the chopper." Sarah then said.
Casey then grabbed his phone and dialed Chuck's number.
"Yeah, I'm here." Chuck answered.
" I told you two to stay in the car."
You know what? Forget about the car. Tell me how to fly a helicopter. And is Y/N okay?"
"Y/N is fine. All right, there's a collective in the cyclic control. "
"What?"
"One's the stick. One looks like an emergency brake. Grab 'em both."
"Okay, okay, I got it. This is not working!"
" Push the stick just a bit forward while doing the same thing with the emergency brake."
"Ground-- not good."
" Pull up! Pull up! Pull up on the emergency brake! Level off. Level off! "
"I don't know how. I don't know how to level off! "
"Listen, moron, you want to die?"
You were panicking watching this all unfold.
"Give me the phone, Casey. I think I know how to help him." you said.
" Here."
"Chuck?"
"Y/NN?! You okay?"
"I'm fine Chuck. Let's worry about you though." you said trying to sound calm.
"Okay. Okay."
"Now we have played a lot of games together. Can you remember any of the flight simulators we played though?"
"Uh yeah! Uh, maverick of the skies... uh, stealth fighter elite... uh, chopper patrol."
"Okay! The last one! Now just pretend that we are playing the game at your place. We are just chilling in your bedroom playing this game. None of this is real."
"It's just a game. It's just a game. Okay, I can do this. I can play this game. "
"Easy, Chuck, easy"
". Uh... uh, is this one of those helicopters that can turn into a boat?" he said while flying over the water.
" No, it isn't. Just ease to the right and goose the brake. They designed the game exactly like the helicopter."
"I got it. I got it. Almost there. A little more to the right. Keeping right. Keeping right. Goosin' the brake. It's just a game. A big scary video game. " He then slowly but surely landed the chopper on the ground. "oh, thank you, god! oh, yes! You are wonderful." Chuck cheered.
You smiled real big and started running over to him. You saw Chuck jump out and do a little dance.
"And that is how... I do... that! That's how we do that."
"Oh my God Chuck!" You jumped on him, giving him the biggest hug ever and breathing a sigh of relief. Chuck instantly wrapped his arms around you.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay Y/NN. I'm okay."
"I know." He squeezed you tighter then put you down.
You both turned to see Sarah and Casey approaching you both.
"Go team! Up top on that one!" he said raising his hand.
"What the Hell were you thinking?!" Sarah yelled. "Chuck, the secrets that you two know are incredibly important. You compromised everything when you two stopped trusting me." Sarah said now looking at you two.
"And when you got out of the car." Casey added.
"Listen, I'm... I'm sorry, okay?" Chuck said.
"Listen this was not all Chuck's fault . I went along with it too." You said, not wanting Chuck to get all the blame.
" No, it is not okay. How could you guys think I was the double, huh? You know, I am not Bryce. Bryce betrayed everything that I believe in, and if you ever accuse me of that again, then I will walk away. Mission over. We all go back to Washington. And you do not want that to happen. That you should trust me on."
Sarah then began to walk away.
"Way to go ace." Casey said before walking away as well.
You went with Chuck back at his place. Your car was parked there again. But before you left, you sat down on the fountain, bringing Chuck down with you.
"What's the matter Y/N?" he can see the concern on your face.
"I just... you have no idea how scared I was tonight. Seeing you get shot by a dart, getting dragged away..." you started trying not to cry.
Chuck sighed. He hated that you had to see that and he imagined he would be feeling the same way as you if it was the other way around.
"I'm so sorry Y/N. If we had just stuck to the plan and stayed in the car none of that would have happened."
"Chuck it's not your fault. I went along with it too you know." You said looking at him giving him a little smile.
"You know though, I probably would have never been able to land that chopper if you weren't there. You saved my ass tonight."
"I did didn't I?" you said smirking.
He let out a soft laugh then put his arm around you, pulling you close to him.
"Again. I'm so sorry Y/NN. I hope to never make you feel that way again."
"Our lives are different now so I don't think we can guarantee that that kind of situation will happen again. We just need to have each other's back and protect each other." you said leaning your head on his shoulder.
"You know I'm always going to protect you Y/N."
"You always have Chuck."
You two just stayed that way for a little longer, thankful to be each other's company.
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A Tale of Two Guardians XXXIII
Part I of the Destined Series
Chapter 33 : Quiet Reverie
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Maverick walked me along the barren and well lit City streets. It was later than I thought it was. There were very few shops left open, and those that were open were either clubs or late-night restaurants. Maverick kept his arm wrapped around my back and kept me close to his side. I welcomed his comfort. But when I looked up, I saw that we were already three blocks past my street.
“Mon chérie… where are we going? My place is back that way.”
“Oh no, I’m not leaving you alone in your house. You’re coming back home with me and you’re staying with me until we end this.”
“Until we end this?” I looked at Maverick with shock. “Maverick, I’m not even sure there’s an end in sight.”
“Well, lucky me, then.” It was obvious by his tone he was teasing. I pouted my lip in doubt as we walked up the stairs to his second floor apartment. “Look, if you’re worried about protocol, don’t be. I don’t like the idea of you being alone while all of this is going on, and the Vanguard… I’m pretty sure Cayde and Ikora would understand why we might be afraid. Zavala is just Zavala, he doesn’t stray from protocol. But he’ll suck it up.”
I fell silent as we walked inside the apartment. Maverick let me in first, then followed up behind me and locked the door. He walked in and started his usual routine, taking off his armor, setting down his guns, and he almost immediately started to walk into his office, where he worked on his models. Like his routine was so ingrained in him that he had no choice but to follow it.
I stood frozen in the doorway. I could feel my heart racing and I rubbed my arms anxiously. My mind was tired and exhausted, but every synapse in my brain was firing like lightning. I slowly took a few steps forward and set down my weapons on the table. My mind kept spacing in and out of focus. Maverick must have gone into the bathroom when I wasn’t paying attention, because I heard the shower start running. He came back out, in a t-shirt and sweats, and leaned against the wall.
“I, uh… I thought you might want to clean up so I started the shower.”
I gave him a tentative smile. “Thank you,” I said softly. “I’ll head in in just a minute. I need to send my Ghost to my place to get some of my things, if I really am going to be hunkering down here for a while.” I looked up and gave him a brighter smile, trying to be positive, but I was feigning joy. Deep down, my stomach was filled with dread. There was a faint voice in the back of my head, whispers conveying unintelligible words.
“It can wait for the morning, right? We can even swing by if you want. I got some spare clothes you can use here.” He gave me a nod, then walked back down the hallway to his bedroom. I slowly removed my armor, piece by piece, buckle by buckle, lace by lace. Before Maverick could come back, I snuck into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. I stripped out of my thermals, the spandex-like underclothes that all Human and Awoken Guardians had to wear under their armor to protect themselves from the harsh cold of space.
At first, the heat of the water felt like it was burning my skin, but after a few seconds, the warmth immediately brought relaxation to my muscles. I stayed under the water for a long time, letting my worried thoughts flow with the water down the drain. Even still, I got flashbacks every time I had to close my eyes. I scrubbed my body harshly, trying to get rid of the sticky Taken-gunk feeling that never left my skin.
“Are you going to be okay, Guardian?” My Ghost asked, her voice very heavy with concern. “You’re still acting… strangely.”
I took a deep breath as I let the water wash away the soap. “For once in my life, peu de lumiere, I’m honestly not sure. Every time I start to get the slightest hope that everything’s going to be okay, Oryx snuffs it out. I… I don’t think I’m going to be okay until we kill him. Permanently.”
She didn’t respond to me. I think my Ghost was unsettled by my harsh realistic ideology. I didn’t even sound like myself. I turned off the water and stood in the shower for a minute, I waited for the air to cool before I slid the curtain open and grabbed the towel. It was warm and soft, like Maverick had it warmed up before he left it for me on the bathroom counter. I took no time at all to dry off and got dressed. I left the bathroom, hair still damp, and looked around for Maverick. I walked aimlessly around the apartment, my hands running over furniture and picture frames. I walked into his office, where Maverick was hunched over his desk, meticulously piecing something together. I walked over to him slowly, then gently wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned against his back. Maverick looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. He placed his hand on my arm and squeezed gently.
“Everything okay?” He asked quietly. I nodded, but didn’t respond. Nothing was truly OK, but here in this moment, I wanted to believe that I could have some semblance of peace here. I closed my eyes and leaned against him, the exhaustion had started to make my muscles feel heavy. Maverick pushed his chair back and stood slowly, but I kept my arms wrapped around him as he turned. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and tightened my arms around his neck.
“Mm… I’m tired…” I mumbled quietly. “But… I can’t keep my eyes closed…”
“I know, I know,” Maverick whispered. “I’ll be close the entire time, I promise.”
Maverick set me down on the bed and I crawled under the covers. I let myself collapse against the pillows and I looked up at Maverick, who sat on the edge of the bed. I gave him a weary smile, then reached out and grasped tightly onto one of his hands.
“Promise you won’t leave me,” I asked quietly.
“I promise.”
“Je t’aime, mon cherie,” I said softly as I started to drift.
“I love you, too, Angel,” Maverick replied. It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
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I opened my eyes and found myself in darkness. I was armorless, weaponless, Ghostless, but in my hands was my Light. The only weapon I would ever need. I let the Arc energy surge through my body and dance up my arms. I saw a figure in the distance, a shape in the dark, and I found myself walking towards it, unable to stop myself, even as the pit in my stomach grew. It didn’t even move, not even when I was right behind it. I reached out slowly, heart pounding, and placed my hand on the figure's shoulder. The moment I touched it, it turned around. My eyes widened.
“Maverick?” I asked. He looked tired and the light in his eyes was dim. “Maverick, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?!” I grabbed onto his arms as he started to go down, and I fell to my knees beside him, supporting his upper body. “No, no, no, Maverick, please no…” I looked down over his body; there was a gaping hole in his chest and hemosynth* bled out of him, soaking my hands and my robes. My eyes filled with tears. “What happened to you?”
He grabbed onto my shoulder and made me look at him. “He’s coming,” he choked out. “Run.” It was the only thing he said before the light faded from his eyes. I bit my lip and shut my eyes tightly to hold back tears. I laid his body down slowly and with care, then pressed my lips on his forehead.
When I looked up, there was a large, looming, winged figure above me. I knew it immediately. I stood up slowly and held my head high as Oryx stood tall above me. I let my arms, still tingling with Arc Light, fall to my side. I rotated my palms forward and the Light surged through my entire body.
“You can’t escape me,” Oryx said, though his voice was only in my mind.
“I will not let you take me,” I said aloud firmly.
He reached out towards me, his fist full of black fire, and just like that, all of my Light was siphoned from my body, replaced by a cold emptiness. I barely managed to stay on my feet. “You already have.”
When I looked down at my hands, they were white that faded into black, and covered in starlight.
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I shot upright out of my sleep, though I felt I was unable to make a sound. I was drenched in cold sweat and felt chills run across my entire body. I looked down at my hands and much to my relief, my flesh was free of corruption. I ran my hands through my hair and looked around. The room was dark, except for a small light at Maverick’s desk in the corner. Maverick was already walking over to me and took a seat on the bed in front of me.
“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice heavy with worry.
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine… Just a bad dream…”
Maverick didn’t say anything more, just pulled me against his chest. He smoothed a hand over my hair, a motion that never failed to calm me down. My chills slowly subsided and I relaxed against him.
“Maverick… I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to sleep until all of this is over. Every time I close my eyes, Oryx is there, and I feel like I'm being Taken again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I feel like he’s draining the Light out of my body until I can’t feel anything, until I can’t think, but I know what’s happening. I know it’s complicated to explain, but Eris said not to let him in… And when I sleep I am at my most vulnerable.” Maverick gazed out the window, like he was pondering something. “What is it?” I asked softly.
“I get that you don’t want to sleep,” he started to say. “So… Do you want to walk around the City? There’s some nice sights and some places around that are good to take refuge in if you want some peace and quiet. Parks and things like that.”
I looked at him with my eyebrows raised and a half smile on my lips. It was not like Maverick to be talking about sentimental places in the City. “Okay, Maverick,” I said and pushed the covers aside. “Let me grab my boots.” He smiled in response and got up from the bed. “Ghost, can you get me a sweater from my place?” I asked.
“I’ll be right back,” she responded, disappeared briefly, then came back and my black and gold jacket appeared in my lap. I laced up my boots and pulled on the jacket. Maverick was already waiting for me by the door, dressed for the chilly weather. I interlocked my arm with his and he led me out of the apartment. Maverick locked up behind us, then led me down the stairs and we went into the night.
The Sky gives, and that power will snuff you out… The Deep Takes… take from the Deep and you will be powerful.
“So… where are we going?” I asked Maverick after we were a few blocks down. The City lights were breathtaking. I had grown used to the brightness of them, and sleeping was easier, but this curse was a whole new demon that was hard to face. My mind kept slipping in and out of focus, and slipped out whenever the whispers came back. And each time, the gentle squeeze of Maverick’s hand on mine brought me back to reality and silenced his voices.
I am not like you!
“Well… there is one place I had in mind,” he started, looking at me with worry. I gave him a smile to quell his fears, and I noticed his composure physically relaxed. “There’s a little park. It’s a bit out of the way, but it’s on the edge of the city where there are trees, and a little pond… you can even see the stars from the ground.”
Your fellow Light Warrior took my Son! You have taken my Vengeance! And you will fall to the Deep!
Oryx’s voice echoed so loudly in my head that it caused a physical reaction. I flinched and grabbed tightly onto Maverick’s hand.
“Genesis, are you okay?!” Maverick asked, his tone was alarmed with worry. He placed his other hand under my elbow until I could get my bearings.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I said after taking a few deep breaths. “I… I think I might have to talk to Eris to get some advice on how to… manage this.”
“That might not be such a bad idea.”
I looked at him and gave him a weary, but overall happy smile. He smiled back and wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me safely to his side. We continued walking to the park Maverick had mentioned, and he was right. It was very out of the way, almost on the other side of the City. But when we did arrive, I was so glad we had made the trip. It was a little pond, whose waters disappeared into a pipe that must have led outside of the walls. There were benches scattered around the edge, and we picked a seat underneath the branches of an old Elm tree. The leaves must have fallen a while back, and the barren branches gave way to the stars above. I sighed out loud, letting go of the breath I had apparently been holding.
“Do many people know of this place?” I asked curiously.
“No,” Maverick said. “Just a few guardians and a few locals. I never really see anyone here at night though. Anyone who finds this place… it’s like a secret, you know? You find it, but you don’t tell anyone.”
I looked at him with a smile and with my eyebrows raised. “Then didn’t you just tell the secret to me?”
He looked at me with a smile, the mischievous look on his face made my heartbeat pick up. “It can be our little secret.”
My cheeks flushed with blush and I smiled as I looked away. He always knew exactly what to say to make my heart flutter and my stomach tie in knots, whether he realized it or not. I looked down and closed my eyes as I nestled closer against his side. His arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence, Maverick’s eyes were closed and I watched the stars above me.
“I should take you on a tour around France,” I said softly. “There’s still some old Renaissance art at the Louvre in Paris, Château d'If in Marseille, and if you go back to Paris at nighttime, and sit atop the Arc de Triomphe, you can see all of the stars in the world… since the lights in the city are now few and far between.”
“I’d like that,” Maverick said quietly.
After a few more minutes of silence, I stood up slowly and walked towards the pond. “Ghost, how cold do you think that water is?” I asked her. She left my side and hovered over the pond for a moment. I looked at Maverick with a half smile on my lips.
“It’s about 5℃, why?” She asked as she flew back over to me.
“Oh no reason. Just thinking about a late night swim.” I looked over at Maverick with a teasing grin, then slid off my sweatshirt, boots, socks, and sweats. I could see his body starting to stiffen a little, like he was getting flustered, and I let out a giddy, happy laugh. And against the protests of my Ghost, I dove into the chilly water. It stung my skin and sucked the air out of my lungs, but this was the closest to feeling like I had a semblance of normalcy in my mind. All of my thoughts cleared as I sat under the water. I didn’t have to breathe, my Ghost could cover that.
“Genesis, are you alright?” Dawn asked.
“Fine,” I replied, “just… clearing my head. Looking for a bit of clarity.”
“You don’t normally go under water like this.”
“I’m not hearing his voice. My mind is clear. If this is what it takes for some quite… for some peace of mind, then so be it.”
There was silence between us for a few minutes. Dawn interrupted that silence. “Maverick is getting a little worried about you up there.”
“Is he?”
“Um, yeah he is.”
“I should probably head back up then, right?”
“Please do, he won’t shut up about you to his Ghost.”
I shook my head and swam up, the air filling my lungs and a sigh left my lips. I wiped the water out of my eyes and pushed my hair back, and sure enough, there was Maverick, kneeling on the water’s edge, staring at me with relief.
“Jeez, why’d you do that?!” He exclaimed. “You just jumped in and disappeared!”
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to worry you, but my head hasn’t been clearer since we got home than when I was under water. I didn’t want to come back up.” I moved over to the edge and reached up. Maverick took my hand and started to help me out, but before he could get me out, I planted my feet on the wall, and pulled back with all of my strength. The moment I did, I heard Maverick shout a curse right before we both plunged into the water. I surfaced immediately and started laughing. Maverick was none too pleased.
“Really? Really, Storm?” Maverick grumbled.
“Yes!” I giggled. “Come on, your reaction was priceless!” I wiped the water off my face as he turned around and started to walk back towards the edge, presumably to get out of the water. I swam up behind him quickly, and wrapped my arms around him, locking him in place. He stopped trying to escape from me and seemed to accept that I wasn’t letting him out of the water.
“I hate this,” he muttered under his breath as he turned around and faced me. He looked down at me and hesitantly placed his hands on my waist. I could see the upset in his eyes and yet, there was a softer look of an emotion I couldn’t place. Maybe sorrow, maybe compassion? All I could sense was the air of protection emanating from him as his grip settled firmly on my sides.
I smiled brightly and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Well, I love it,” I teased. “You need to loosen up a little more, you know.” His gaze turned soft and he started to look away, but I put myself back in his line of sight “Maverick? Mon cherie, what’s wrong?”
He took a deep breath and met my gaze. “Angel… my sweet angel…” he reached up and brushed the hair off of my face, pulled me close against his chest, and I could feel myself melting into his embrace. “I’m just… I’m worried about you. About this. About everything. Can you promise me something, Genesis?”
“Of course, anything.”
“If things ever start getting rough for you, or if his voice becomes too loud, promise me you’ll say something. Don’t keep quiet about it. I want to help you in any way I can, I want to protect you, but I can’t if you don’t let me…”
I could feel my cheeks warming and I gently held the cool metal of his jaw. “Okay,” I sighed and relented. “I will, I promise.”
“Good,” he murmured, then leaned down and pressed his mouth piece against my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my heart fluttering and my skin crawling with the pleasurable chills that ran down my spine. This sense of electricity, this exhilaration I missed. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and his arms lifted me up a bit, holding me tight and close. We parted after a few moments in silence, our foreheads pressed against one another’s, and we exchanged a few soft, single kisses in the pond.
“Can we get out of the pond now?” He pleaded quietly. “I still hate the water.”
I laughed softly and nodded, followed by a yawn. “Of course,” I said. We both climbed out and started to shake off the water.
“You’re finally getting tired?”
“Yeah…” I started to pull on the sweats and sweatpants. “I can feel the exhaustion creeping in again.”
“That’s good. I can black out the apartment and you can get some sleep.”
“What do you mean?” I looked over at him as I pulled on my boots.
“Look,” He pointed up towards the sky and sure enough, the sky was starting to lighten as the sun began to rise. “It’s almost dawn.”
I yawned aloud as Maverick reached out and pulled me to my feet. We walked home and, along the way, I could feel myself start to sway and my vision was going in and out of focus. I was falling asleep on my feet. The Exo noticed this, and he lifted me off my feet. I clung to him and closed my eyes. I fell asleep as he carried me back to his apartment.
As he carried me back home.
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*the term “hemosynth” was made by @mail-me-a-snail to describe the fluids that run through exo bodies. it’s their form of blood, so to speak.
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When I Was Older (Irondad Fic Exchange 2019)
-Summary:
Peter Parker never thought that something like this would be a problem, he always imagined with the spider-bite came a sort of overall health and wellness... well besides being shot at constantly. So when this terrible illness bites down on him suddenly, how will it effect the few days he has left?
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Peter Parker contracts an illness that he has never heard of then learns that it has no known cure... will he lose his mind before getting the chance to say goodbye to the ones he loves?
Notes:
AHH! I am so ecstatic for this!! I worked so hard on this, and I am very very proud of this work and I hope that elevators_not_worthy enjoys this work! I chose her, Author's Choice prompt and came up with this guy! It was a labor of love and I cannot thank @justme--Emily & @seek-rest enough for taking the time to Beta read this work and help me round it out!
Warnings: This is a very sad fic, but no MCD! It is disorienting and could be upsetting to people. No major panic attacks or anything of the sort, just know that it is a bit intense!
Also, shoutout to @irondad-fic-exchange for helping this writer with the computer parts of posting this (I may be a millennial and I may be on my computer all the time but Im so bad with them)
**Tags: ** @irondad-fic-exchange @unfathomable-universe
Please enjoy!
Peter smiled at MJ across the lunch table, tossing a potato chip at her. Her hair was loose around her face today, and he thought it made her look exceptional.
“Eat your lunch, loser. We only have five minutes before class.” She said, looking back down at her book.
He glanced down at his plate, frowning at the half-eaten sandwich. He hadn’t been hungry for several days, he’d still been forcing himself to eat, but it hadn’t been much. He had hypothesized that his body was finally watering down the spider bite’s crazy side-affect that had him eating like an elephant every day.
The bell rang and the Ned, Betty, and MJ all headed in different directions. Peter waved them all off and stood up himself. His feet led him down the tiled floors of the cafeteria. He stepped into the hallway, about to head to his class. It was time for… Peter stopped, staring at the floor. What class was he going to? He racked his brain, thinking as hard as he could to no avail. He shook his head, remembering that he had read that doorways cause you to lose your train of thought. But it was March of his senior year of high school, he should remember what class came after his lunch period.
A laugh shook him from his stupor, Olivia Yung grabbed shoved his arm, a smile on her face. “Come on, Parker! We’re going to be late to Western Civ! You don’t even have your notebook, geez! You Americans! Come on, you can borrow a piece of paper and pen from me. We have a quiz on Thursday, you better start taking some good notes!” She tugged him along, and Peter shook his head. Olivia was really nice. She was a genius Foreign exchange student and had quickly joined the Decathlon. MJ and her really got along on account of Olivia was obsessed with politics and her and Michelle could talk about current events for hours.
Peter sat down in class, a bit shaken from the weird memory lapse thing, but he just pushed it away, and began to take good notes. Mr. Harrington wasn’t the best chaperon, but he was pretty good at teaching. So good that Peter struggled to keep up with the points the man was making about the reformation. Peter looked up at the projection and paused. There was a misspelled word on the board. He stopped, furrowing his brows. He looked around, why was no one else noticing this? The word wasn’t even a real one, why would Harrington put it up? Peter looked down at his paper, then looked back up. He dropped his pencil while he re-read the sentence. It said, “Martin Luther posted the 95 These on the Wittenberg church.” The word Peter hadn’t been able to place was _church. _How the hell had he been so confused about that? Peter shook his head. This was getting a bit too weird for his liking. But he figured he would talk to Mr. Stark about it that afternoon at the internship.
Peter got in the car with Happy, but the man was on a business call, so he had the partition up. Peter pulled his mask out of his bag and slipped on over his head. “Hello, Mr. Parker.”
“Hey, Karen. Weird question for you.” He said.
“Anything that I can answer I will.” She responded.
“Um, have I hit my head recently on patrol?” Peter leaned back and waited, already knowing the answer, but needing to double check.
“I have no record of you hitting your head recently. I am automatically required to alert Mr. Stark of any and all head injuries upon incident. I have not alerted him in exactly three weeks, and last time you hit your head it was nothing but a migraine inducer.” Peter gnawed on his lip, trying to come up with a reason behind the strange things that had gone down earlier in his day.
“No reason, K.” And he pulled the mask off. He hadn’t gotten much sleep that night, maybe that was it. Peter closed his eyes. With the New York traffic, they’d be at least another forty-five minutes to the tower. His last thought was _that’s just enough time to take a nap. _
It had been three hours that Peter and Tony had been in the lab when Mr. Stark turned to Peter with a look of annoying amusement on his face.
“Kid, you’ve been tapping your fingers on the table for the last ten minutes and if you don’t stop, I’m going to absolutely rampage.” Peter looked up, and smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry Mr. Stark.” He stopped his fingers, a bit confused as to how long he had been tapping them anyways. Truth was, Peter could care less about the work in front of him. He and Mr. Stark had been doing updates to FRIDAY, and Peter’s attention span had been waning for the last hour and a half.
Peter rolled his neck, the muscles in his back stiff as he looked at the clock. He still had three more hours of time in here. Normally it was too short of a time with Tony in Peter’s eyes, but right now, he just wanted to lay down.
He cried out suddenly, dropping the pen he was holding. “What the heck?” He blurted, short gasps of air coming from his mouth as his arm locked up.
Tony looked over at Peter, concern in his eyes. “What’s up kid?” Peter hunched over, laughing through the pain.
“My arm is like- ow- spazzing!” He laughed through the pain, it didn’t hurt enough for him to scream, it felt like the one time on patrol when he had been shocked with a woman’s stun-gun when she thought he was trying to grab her. It didn’t necessarily hurt, just locked his joints up a bit. Tony just rolled his eyes and went back to work.
Peter spent the night at the tower. It was Friday night, and May was on a weekend shift. Peter would normally either stay with Ned or Tony on these weekends, and Ned had called Peter saying he had come down with a cold. So, Stark tower it was. He sat opposite of Steve and Bucky who were watching the newest Yankees game. Peter felt exhaustion pulling at his eyes, but he forced himself to look back down at the homework he had been working on. Tony was on some conference call that Pepper had forced him to take, and he could hear Clint and Nat in the kitchen arguing about how to properly cook spaghetti while Wanda just laughed.
The Avengers floor had a large commons area. There was the television, kitchen, dining area and a couple of video games. It was a flat and open space. It had two sides to it. The left side led to the bathrooms, and training area. The right side led to all of the bedrooms. Tony had offered to put Peter on his private floor, but Peter just shook his head. He liked being a part of the team like that.
As the night wore on Tony and Pepper filled into the commons room. Clint had ruined the Spaghetti, don’t even ask Peter how because he didn’t know that was possible. So Tony had grumbled and ordered pizza from the nearest store.
Peter looked at the food on his plate and sighed, his appetite still completely gone. He forced himself to take a couple of bites before he set it down, wincing at the tightness in his jaw. He began to tap his fingers on his leg, there was an itch in the back of his mind like his hand was being forced to move. Peter watched the movie in front of them. Wanda had gotten to choose tonight, and she had wanted to watch Chasing Mavericks. It was a movie Peter had never seen, but so far, he had kind of liked it. It was about this guy that, against the bad hand the world had dealt him, had found a father figure to replace the lack of his own. The older man, Frosty, took Jay under his wing, teaching him how to not only surf some of the largest and most dangerous waves in the world, but also how to be a better man.
Peter couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking over to look at Mr. Stark. The older man had Peter’s feet laid over her legs, an arm around Pepper and a pen twirled in his fingers. As Peter watched the movie, seeing as Frosty lost his wife, and Jay helped him back from his guilt and grief, he felt every emotion that the characters felt. He saw as Frosty watched, heart in his throat, as Jay almost died surfing the mavericks. Then, the pain in Frosty’s eyes when Jay did die, taken too soon by his own drive for greatness.
The movie ended, and Peter saw Tony, wiping his eyes as he leaned back. Natasha had passed out, sitting with her back up against Bucky’s legs. Bucky and Steve had been squished onto the couch together, looking a bit uncomfortable but relaxed, nonetheless. Clint had fallen asleep with his head on Bruce’s shoulder, who in turn had his chin on Clint’s head. The two would freak when they saw woke up.
Peter went to sit up and frowned at the tightness in his limbs. He felt like his joints had been bolted together and were unable to bend. Peter cracked his jaw and rolled his shoulder. He was still a bit too emotional from the movie to talk, so he stood up and sighed.
“See you tomorrow, kiddo. I was thinking that we could just have a lazy day at home. Watch some movies, fool around in the lab. The works.” Tony said as he helped pull an exhausted looking Pepper to her feet.
“Great sounds, Mr. Stark.” Peter turned to go to his room, stopping at Tony’s chuckle.
“Yeah, you do need to go to bed if you’re talking like that, Pete. G’night.” Peter didn’t know what the older man was talking about, so he just continued walking towards his room.
And with that, the boy made his way stiffly to his room, fumbling for the king-sized bed and essentially collapsing onto it. School and patrol had really been kicking his butt recently. It had totally zapped his energy, so he was pretty glad to be able to just relax this weekend. Peter closed his eyes, and that was it.
After the weekend at the tower Peter had finally felt rested. He went to school on Monday happy as could be to be there. Then of course it all went to hell. He had been having a fine weekend. His memory had been a little short, and he kept getting his words mixed up, but Peter had just attributed it to him having been so tired. And, no one had seemed to notice so it wasn’t a big deal anyways.
He was at Decathlon practice when it happened. Peter had been sitting beside Flash and Betty, answering question after question when there was a strange _popping _sensation in the back of his head. Peter sat up a bit straighter, but he just ignored it, waiting for the next question.
“Uh- Peter?” He looked up to where MJ was standing with the flashcards in her hands, a strange expression on her normally straight-laced face.
That’s when he heard the dripping noise and felt liquid on his mouth. Peter put his hand up to his nose and pulled it away. More shocked and annoyed by the sight of the bright red liquid than anything. That’s when he noticed that it wasn’t just dripping, his nose was pouring blood.
Peter pulled his jacket off, holding it up to his nose as he pushed his seat back clumsily.
“Mr. Parker, do you need to go to the nurse?” Harrington asked in his normally panicked voice. “No, I-I’m…” He frowned, completely losing his train of thought as the jacket in his hand kept getting wetter under his nose.. “Bathroom, I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
He pushed past the others, bending his knee in annoyance at the stiffness it held. It made him think of his old bike. The kickstand had been rusted, so he could flip it down easily enough, but whenever he tried to pop it back up it would just stick down, aching and squealing in protest as he forced it upwards.
Peter walked, albeit gimpily to the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped into the fluorescently lit room.
And his mind blanked. Why was he in the bathroom? Why was his hand pressed to his face? And why on earth did it feel so sticky? Peter turned to leave, pulling the jacket away from his nose when he stopped. His nose was bleeding? When did his nose start bleeding? It didn’t feel like he had gotten punched and he was still at school, so he shouldn’t be having any injuries from school.
Peter grabbed a couple of paper towels and bent over the sink. He closed his eyes, waiting for the bleeding to stop. It just continued gushing, running down the sink. He breathed out, praying it would stop soon.
“Peter!” Ned’s voice had Peter snapping his head up. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend, his head pounding. When he looked at himself in the mirror he stopped. Under his nose was a smear of dried blood, and there was a deep red mark on his forehead from where he had been leaning against the edge of the sink.
“What, jeez, Ned! Don’t scream at me like that, you’re going to give me a heart attack!”
“Dude, you’re Spiderman and me saying your name is going to do you in?” He said in a voice that made Peter pause. Ned had this tone to his voice that he only got when he was freaked out about something.
“Ned!” Peter looked around in wild panic as he dampened some paper towels to wipe the blood from his face. “Someone is going to hear you!” Ned just looked at him. His friend’s face was completely slack and dumbfounded.
“Peter… it’s been two hours! Tony called me, and I told him you had to have goen home because you never came back to practice! I thought you’d gone home after the whole nosebleed thing. Then- then I just come in here to pee before I go home and you’re just like- dude, you were in some freaky trance! Eyes closed, bent over the sink! Are you okay? Is this, should we like, call Mr. Stark about this?” Ned asked so many questions that he just frowned.
“No, no I’m ok, Ned. I think- I think I’m just tired. I need to go, ok?” Ned just watched as Peter pushed past him. “I’m fine, really! I’ll see you tomorrow!” He said, bringing his hand up to his jaw as he began to rub it again. God, his bones felt so stiff.
Peter stepped outside and pulled his phone into his hand. His heart plummeted. Twelve missed texts from Tony! He was so dead!
Hey kid, you still coming to work on the new update for Karen today?
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_ Yo- you ignoring your old man now? I’m completely offended._
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_ Blink once if you are in trouble. _
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_ Peter, kid? You’re friend Ned said you left to go home? Everything peachy clean?_
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_ Alright, I’m kind of panicking. Please call me. _
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_ Now._
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_ Kid, I mean it. Like NOW!_
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_ Ok, your phone is saying it has no signal. _
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_ So help me GOD if you turned off your tracking again_
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_ PETER!_
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_ Alright, I’m sending the avenger’s out now. _
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_ Call me!_
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_ _
_ _He didn’t get service in the bathroom he had been in, and Peter hit the call button. One ring later and Tony was yelling in his ear.
“Mr. Stark.” He winced again, pulling the phone from his ear. Something was wrong. He couldn’t think. Peter looked around him and stopped. He was in front of some massive building. He could see a football field and stairs. The building behind him looked somewhat like a prison as Peter turned in a circle. “I’m-” He lost the word for it. “I don’t k- I can’t think!” He finally forced out of his increasingly uncomfortable mouth, rubbing his jaw once more.
“Ok, your tracking is on now.” Tony’s voice was deadly serious as he picked up the predicament his kid was in. “Your friend said he found you bent over the bathroom sink, Bucky is closest to you, but I’m on my way.”
Peter wanted to speak, but he was hit by a wall of fatigue. He heard someone calling his name, but his phone clattered to the ground as his hand fell limp at his side. He felt like a puppet whose strings had been completely cut.
He swayed. Peter heard yelling, but he couldn’t comprehend the words. He was exhausted, feeling as though he had been running for three hours.
He fell. Unable to hold himself up on his shaking knees anymore. Then he felt arms on his,
lowering him to the ground.
“Hey, woah- woah kid. Hang on, Tony’s almost here. Geez, what did you smoke?” He heard Bucky above him, and Peter could feel as the ex-assassin sat him up, leaning Peter back against his chest to keep him supported.
“I- Buck- I can’t think- I don’t. Working, words aren’t.” He could feel the man looking at him, but Peter just wanted help. He was so confused, and nothing was making sense. And what was this happening to him?
He heard the sound of repulsors and felt more hands on him then Tony’s worry ridden face was in front of him.
“Kid, what’s going on?” It was then that Peter realized he was crying.
“I don’t- Tony- I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-” The older man held his hand out, eyebrows creased heavily.
“Okay, alright. Brucy is waiting on us at the tower, and he’s going to get you all figured out. I swear, if you have alcohol in your system, I’m going to lose it.” Tony’s voice was deadly serious, but Peter knew he was just teasing to work through the anxiety he was feeling.
“Where- where- are? Where am I?” He stuttered out, looking around, his eyes doing everything they could to put two and two together.
Tony jerked his head to look at Bucky, he was still holding Peter’s limp head up. “Did he hit his head?”
“No, I caught him when he fell. I looked, no dilated pupils or bumps on the skull. I have no clue what’s going on.” He said, concern evident in his voice.
“Kid, we’re at Midtown right now.” Peter blinked. Midtown. That was his school. Terror began to grip at his heart and Peter looked around him. He had walked these sidewalks for years. He had been going to midtown for four years, and now he couldn’t even recognize where he was.
“What’s wrong with me?” He whispered. Saying it so quietly that only Tony heard. The man bent down, hands around Peter’s face, looking him dead in the eye.
“I don’t know, buddy. But I am going to figure it out, okay. You just relax. We are going to get everything taken care of.” Peter just stared at him; eyes wide. Tony then stood up, one hand on Peter’s bicep and one on his forearm. Bucky also shifted around, doing the same on Peter’s left side. He was completely limp, muscles absolutely exhausted as he was pulled up. Peter’s legs were completely straight as he stood. Bucky and Tony were the only reason he wasn’t falling flat on his face.
“Think you can walk, Kid?” Bucky asked from next to him. Peter grunted, moving his legs forward carefully. It was like he was being forced to walk through a mud pit, his limbs feeling as though they weighed thousands of pounds. He could see the car pulling up, a worried Steve and Clint watching him from the front seats. They leapt out, opening the door closest to the trio.
“Hey, kid. You’re looking like you had a bit too much to drink.” Clint quipped as he helped bend Peter’s knees to get him into the seat, but Peter knew he was terrified. The more time you spent with Clint, the more you realized that his humor covered up all other emotions that he felt. Bucky slipped to the other side of the car, helping to pull Peter through.
He leaned his head back, sinking into the leather seats as Tony and Bucky supported him on both sides, hands hovering as they wondered what to do. Suddenly a sharp pain jabbed into his thigh. Peter cried out, hunching over. Hands were on him immediately, sitting him back as he continued to cry out.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked from the driver’s seat. Tony and Bucky were bracing Peter back, holding him up against the seat as he continued to squirm in pain.
“I don’t know, just get us to Bruce!” Tony kind of yelled, the team just knew that whenever someone Tony loved was in harm’s way, he got like this. Tense, agitated, and quick to snap. But, no one cared. They all knew that it was only because he cared so deeply and couldn’t stand to see anyone he loved in pain. Strangled cries came from Peter’s mouth, and a hand quickly cupped the back of his head.
“Kid, we are going to get all of this figured out. Hang on for us, alright? I think you’re having a muscle spasm right now, good ole’ Charly Horse, yeah? No big deal, guys that play football get em’ all the time. They hurt like a bitch, but just try and relax.” Bucky said as Peter just let his head go limp. He was so, so tired, everything around him seeming to sap every ounce of energy he had.
“That’s a good idea. Kid, just try and close your eyes and relax, alright?” Peter grunted, whether in agreement or agitation he didn’t know. His eyes closed, but his mind stayed awake.
The conversations making less and less sense to him as he drifted somewhere else.
“I don’t know what this is.” A panicked voice started. “He’s been acting weird the past couple of weeks, losing his train of thought and stuff but, God, this? He just, he seems completely out of it. He didn’t know where we were, and I- God, if I didn’t know better it seems like the same thing that happened to my grandmother.” Tony said from beside him. Peter listened, but he didn’t hear.
“Like what?” Steve asked from the front.
“Like- I hate to say this…” Tony paused, obviously deep in thought. “It’s like Alzheimer’s”
Peter woke up to Bucky and Tony pulling him carefully from the car. Natasha was holding a wheelchair in place, her normally placate face creased with worry at the sight of the teen who could hardly stand on his own. It as something straight from a nightmare.
“Bruce is getting a room prepped for him. He wants to start him on an MRI scan first.” Her flat tone said, but her hand found Peter’s face and she gave him a soft stroke.
“Can- can you guys, s-s-s…. quit talking about me. Like I’m not h- like I’m not here.” Every word felt like a struggle to get out. It was like his tongue had been twisted and tied and his brain was doing flips in his head. Like reaching into a bowl of random words, looking for one specific one. Natasha bends down at this as the men get Peter settled into the wheelchair.
“Kid don’t worry. Bruce and Cho are the best out there, you know that. Whatever is going on with you, we will get it figured out.” Peter rarely saw Natasha look anything other than stone-faced, but right now, her eyes had an air of concern and gentleness that soothed his soul. He relaxed as he was wheeled into the tower.
“How are you feeling, Pete?” Bruce asked when they made it to the med bay. The man looked concerned, but calm as Peter was helped to sit on the reclined hospital bed.
“I don’t- I can’t- it’s…” He stopped, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t think. And he was going to go crazy. Before he realized what, he had done, Peter’s phone was laying on the floor, a mirage of broken glass.
“Alright, alright. Listen, you just relax. We are going to take an MRI, I think it’s possible that you hit your head, and this is just a severe concussion, alright? I’m going to get this done as quickly as possible, you just relax. If you get uncomfortable or feel off just let me know.” Peter just nodded, his eyes hot with tears, finding Tony’s as the man stared at him with worry creasing his features.
“M-m-may?” Peter stuttered out. Tony nodded, understanding completely.
“Yeah, I know. I want to wait and see what Bruce says. She’s going to be sleeping right now. Once he lets us know what’s going on, we will give her a call.” Tony ruffled Peter’s hair as one of the nurse’s brought him a hospital gown.
“I don’t think.” His voice stuttered. “I can’t do it a- a- by myself.” Tony, sad eyes and firm lined mouth, nodded.
“I know. I’ve you kid. I’ve got you.”
The MRI was torture for Tony. He stood, watching through the one-way glass, his heart in his throat. The kid had exploded, slamming his phone into the wall on the opposite side of the room with enough force for it to completely shatter. Tony and Bruce had held a brief conversation about a sedative, but since Peter had calmed down, they’d decided to hold off.
“Tony.” Bruce’s voice was low, and he jerked his head to look at the man. Everyone else was somewhere in the tower, awaiting news. He had sent Happy to get May when Bruce relayed the fact that it would be wise. Something as serious as this, it wasn’t a physical issue. He hadn’t fallen from a building, or been slammed upside the head. This was neurological. And that was scarier than anything else that could’ve happened. Peter was laid out, looking utterly too still as he stared at the white machine above him.
“Bruce.” Tony’s voice wavered, completely uncertain, and painstakingly terrified. He had risked everything; the team had risked _everything _for that kid. To stop Thanos, to save that boy. That boy who looked completely horrified and unaware of his body. Who was moving like an elderly person, whose brain could hardly place a thought. Tony could not lose him. Tony would _not _lose him. Not now, not ever.
“I think we need to sit down.” Bruce said gravely. Those were the exact words he had dreaded hearing. Tony just continued to stare at the man. Bruce, who was hiding behind his glasses, his face white as a sheet. And Tony suddenly felt the urge to vomit.
“Tell me.” He said, unable to say anything more without his voice breaking.
“Let’s si-”
“_Bruce.” _He said forcibly.
“It’s, God, Tony it looks like…” He paused, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He looked
as though he were about to drop to the floor. “It doesn’t make sense, but it looks like- Frontotemporal Dementia.” His voice was a hush, hardly a whisper, but Tony just stared at him like he was a foreign language.
“_Dementia? _Bruce, he-he’s eighteen. He doesn’t have Dementia!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands. Because no matter how much he argued the point, it wouldn’t matter. Because Bruce wouldn’t have said that if it couldn’t happen.
“It’s rare, Tones. But, it’s the only type of Dementia that can affect young people, and… Tony I think that the advancement that the spider bite gave him… I think that it is working against him and speeding up the process. His symptoms started until last week, and it just doesn’t move this fast.” Bruce gestured to the kid. “This is- it’s moving too fast.” Tony took a deep breath, feeling as though he was underwater.
“What’s going to happen?” His voice was deathly low, but Bruce heard.
“It looks to be in a more advanced place. He’s going to have problems holding things, moving, walking. We need to be careful and watch that he doesn’t fall. It will become hard for him to eat, and drink, his muscles essentially will start cramping or seizing up, he won’t be able to move. He… it’s not fatal in itself. But, God-” Bruce’s head fell into his hands. “There’s essentially no way to keep him from getting pneumonia. He will stop being able to move, and when the body lays in one position like that, it just- it’s not good.” And Tony felt like he was dying. Right then and right there. And he grabbed Bruce’s arm, because he couldn’t stand up.
“Tony, I need you to breathe.” Bruce’s voice filled his brain as Tony sank against the wall.
“I can’t- Bruce- I can’t lose him.” Bruce kneeled in front of Tony.
“I will figure this out. Be there for him. Don’t act like he’s dumb or missing something. Treat him as normally as you can. I want him to stay on the Floor with everyone until… as long as he can.” Bruce grimaced as he stood up. “I’m going to give you a minute, and I’m going to go
talk to Peter. Talk to his aunt. I won’t stop until I can find a way to fix this.”
There were tears and denial from everyone. Peter didn’t understand half of what Bruce told him; he just knew that whatever was going on was bad. It was bad for him, and everyone around him was upset. Bruce promised to not stop trying. Whatever that meant.
May was there. She was crying and kept holding his head to her chest. Peter was sat on the couch with a blanket up to his chest. Tony was standing in the kitchen, and he had been looking down at the same cup of coffee for the past twenty minutes. Peter blinked heavily, his head dropping towards his chest.
“Why don’t you take a nap, Pete?” May’s voice was soft as she played with his hair. Peter did feel exhausted. He leaned his head against her arm.
“It’s like-like a …” He couldn’t think.
“It’s okay, just relax right now, baby.”
“It’s like a storm.” He muttered. May tilted her head, looking at him with tears rimming her eyes.
“What?” His eyes were closed as he released a deep breath. He felt Tony’s hand on his hair, and he sighed.
“This. ‘s like a storm.”
It only got worse. Tony had called in every single doctor he could think of. He had called in Cho, Strange, even doctors from Thor’s world. No one could find a cure. Tony was sat with Peter today. May had a double shift at the hospital, and he had Peter duty. The kid was staring at the television. Nothing hurt Tony more than the silence from his kid. Peter had always been the chipper, chatting one. He was the one that was talking when Tony had been anxious or stressed about something. Now, Peter hardly spoke. The dementia was progressing faster than any of them had been ready for. The kid could hardly speak without stuttering. He was constantly confused, and he could hardly eat or drink anything, choking to the point that they had put in a feeding tube and he was now connected to an IV of fluids at all times.
Tony looked at the kid, biting his lip as he bent his head, doing everything he could to hold back a sob. Peter’s face was void of any emotion as he sat, and Tony couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed an ounce of recognition, a hint of a smile.
“Hey, Pete. Do you want to go outside? I’ll take you for a stroll?” Peter made eye contact with Tony before offering a stiff nod. “Alright. Let me grab you a jacket and the wheelchair.” Peter just stared back at the television as Tony pushed himself off the couch. The kid hadn’t been able to eat much before the feeding tube, and even with it he was losing weight, which meant he was always freezing. As Tony walked from the hallway with the items, he needed his heart dropped.
“Pete!” He raced forward, the teen lying face down on the ground, trying and failing to push himself up, the IV had been ripped from his arm. Tony grabbed him and got him in a sitting position. “Are you hurt?” The boy just stared at him; no recognition is his eyes. Tony felt his blood running cold. “Peter, are you hurt?” He pronounced each word very bluntly, but the boy shook his head, his body shaking slightly.
“Need’d you.” He forced out from his locked jaw. Tony grinned, knowing it didn’t reach his eyes.
“That’s okay, kiddo. I’ve got you.” He managed to get Peter into the wheelchair, tucking the sweatshirt he grabbed, which just so happened to be his MIT one, over the boy’s head before slipping the IV back into the teen’s arm. He decided to tuck a blanket around the kid as well, making sure he stayed warm.
It was dark out, and the lights of the city blinked at the two of them. Peter’s favorite spot was on the roof, looking over New York. They hadn’t talked about spider-man since Peter got sick, but he knew the kid missed it drastically, could see it in the boy’s face.
“M’ scared.” Tony looked down, seeing tears in the kid’s eyes. He knelt next to him, touching the boy’s face gently.
“It’s going to be okay, Pete.” Heart being torn from his chest.
“Miss it.” A tear dropped down his cheek and Tony’s thumb caught it.
“I know. I know you do.” He needed a cure, God let Bruce find a cure.
“M’ lost, T’ny.” And that did it. It was a sledgehammer straight to his heart. Tony’s calloused hands cupped the teens face, and his distant eyes focused in.
“You’re not lost. It just feels like you are. Bruce isn’t- we aren’t going to let you go somewhere that we can’t follow.” Each word dripped with emotion. Peter nodded. He was more coherent right now than he had been in the past several days, and Tony was soaking it all in. He pulled the kid from the chair, sitting both of them on a couch that he had set up outside, just for these moments. He grabbed a blanket and pulled a hat on Peter’s head for him. The two sat, listening to the soft music that FRIDAY had turned on, and for a second- one split second- everything was normal.
Then Peter coughed.
Ton sat at the table of the commons room, staring at his food and trying to force himself to eat. May was with Peter and Cho, working on finding a way to bring his fever down. Let’s just say, when Peter got sick, he got sick violently. He was coughing up a lung and you could read the discomfort in every labored breath he took. What had the medical team so worried, was the levels of his fever. The kid was racked with chills, and his fever was verging on 104, and Tony ached to see the kid’s hazy eyes.
He felt a presence behind him and looked up. Helen stood, looking exhausted as she watched him.
“How is he?” Tony knew, but he still dreamed that he would ask that question and it would be, _He’s healed, Tony! _And he would never have to let the kid get out of his sight again.
“Not good.” Cho sat, sipping the tea that she held. “I don’t know how much longer he has, to be honest with you.” Tony felt his entire chest darken, running a hand over his mouth.
“How did this happen? No one in his family showed signs of it, Helen! I looked into his family’s medical records; they show nothing like this! Not a single one of them had anything close to dementia or Alzheimer’s, and I’m just supposed to expect that this is completely random?” He dropped his face into his hands.
“I wasn’t going to tell you this, because nothing came of it.” Cho looked down. “When Peter first came in and we took his blood, there were… abnormalities in it. A strange chemical mixture that I couldn’t quite make out.” Tony sat up straighter. “I still have the sample, and I’ve been looking into it, but nothing has come of it. If it were-” She stopped herself looking down, and a burning anger filled his chest.
“If it were what?” She bit her lip.
“It was foul play,” and his breath was torn away from him. “then it wouldn’t matter right now, because I haven’t been able to curate a way to stop this anyways, and I’ve been trying. I had Natasha looking back to see if Peter ever got hit with any kind of dart or injected with anything, she’s been looking since he came in last week but nothing’s come up.” Tony’s hands were shaking as he watched her. “I- the pain he’s in… I need to start him on Morphine.” Tony felt his chest tightening.
“Morphine is a death sentence.” He choked out, unable to breath.
“It- it doesn’t look good. He’s in pain right now. His body is shutting down and he’s sick. I’ll give you until the end of the day, but Tony- I won’t let him suffer any longer than that.” She said firmly, as Tony stared at the wall in front of him.
“I will fund whatever you need. I will get you every scientist in the world. Get my boy back.” He stood, completely abandoning the food on the table.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve got a very unlucky person out there waiting for me to hunt them down. Someone did this to my kid, I just know it. I have to find them. I have to do something.”
He took Clint, Natasha, and Bucky with him. He needed to be sure that he had a team of people willing to do whatever it took to get this son of a bitch. Tony had scoured every ounce of footage from Peter’s suit, and he had found it. There was a man that Peter had fought, of course he had won, but the man had gotten a small cut onto Peter. Of course, the kid hadn’t thought anything of it, but as Tony had FRIDAY read into who the man was, he found out that he was a scientist from OSCorp, and there was no way that he was completely innocent.
They had found his home and waited until nighttime. When they ambushed, it had only taken Natasha three and a half minutes to get the cure from him. Tony had already called SHIELD. Whenever the psycho, who said he wanted to see how Peter’s Spider DNA reacted to the Dementia, got out of the hospital, he would be in prison for a very very long time.
Tony raced back to the tower, stopping in his tracks when he heard May weeping. _I’m too late. _He thought to himself. Peter was dying a terrible, painful death, and he was too late. Bruce came sprinting around the corner, his face pale and sweating.
“Please tell me he-”
“Not yet, but God- I would never give him something like this without testing it, but we don’t have time. I just pray that it kick starts his healing factor, because. Well, I’m not going to lie to you, without it he doesn’t have long. His fever is too high and with the way his muscles are shutting down, he’s losing his ability to clear his airway by coughing. Helen’s going to administer Morphine in twenty minutes if this does nothing.” Tony gave the man the vial and followed as they raced to the room, ignoring the growing shaking of his hands.
May was weeping, Her face laying in Peter’s hand on the bed. The ventilator hissed as it did everything it could to do the job his lungs couldn’t. His face was ghastly pale, the bags under his eyes dark enough to look racoon-ish. He looked so thin, and weak. Tony hated it. He hated every second of seeing his kid look like this.
“Okay, Peter. If you can hear me, we have something to give you.” Helen said from where she entered the room behind Tony. May looked up, tear stained eyes that held a haunted hope. Because if this didn’t work- they knew the outcome.
Helen prepped the needle and walked to the port in his left arm. She bent her head down, saying a quick prayer. Tony did the same. She inserted the honey-looking liquid in. And they waited. Nothing happened.
The respirator hissed. The pulse ox beeped, dangerously low, and the heart monitor seemed to be counting down the seconds. Everything seemed to slow down drastically, as Tony rubbed his hand over the boy’s forehead, hand gripping his kid’s tightly.
Then doe brown eyes slipped open. And they held more recognition and love in them than Tony had seen in weeks. And he thought his knees would buckle.
Tony gripped the boy’s hand, staying out of Cho and Bruce’s way. They began examining him, giving him his pain medications that would work now that his metabolism was working again. The boy may at least be awake, but he was still sick. His metabolism working the way it was, had him beginning to fight the ventilator that he was on, and Tony put a placating hand on his shoulder, steadying the kid best he could. “We’ve got you Pete, we’ve got you.” He said over and over as the boy squeezed his hand, brown eyes blown wide. He knew this would be terrifying. He knew Peter would have a long road of recovering ahead of him, but they could do this.
By the time Cho and Bruce left, Peter was falling back asleep with exhaustion. The respirator would stay in until his lungs cleared, which, with his healing rates, shouldn’t take longer than a couple of days.
May had stepped out to go shower when the boy fell back asleep, Tony having promised to stay with him. He had pulled a chair closer to the teen’s bed, tucking a blanket into his lap as he waited for the boy to wake up.
“I missed you, kiddo. God, I was terrified.” He whispered as he sat, running his fingers through the boy’s hair. He hadn’t expected the kid to wake up with the amount of drugs he was on, but he felt the hand tightening around his own.
Soft brown eyes forced themselves open, and Peter was looking at him, trust filling his eyes, and Tony knew he would never again take him for granted. “Hey kid.” Peter’s hand tightened on Tony’s. The man leaned forward, shushing Peter gently as he blinked. “Just rest, Pete. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll be here for the rest of your life. Whenever you need me.” Peter had tears in his eyes, and Tony just hushed him once more, running his thumb across the boy’s cheek. “You’re not lost anymore, Pete. We found you.” He closed his eyes as Tony continued playing with his hair. “We found you.”
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0109. Largo.
Saturday, 7 March 2015
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NB: explicit language
“Have you guys heard the rumour going around about Harry?” Becky asked as she sat eating her cereal in the kitchen one Saturday morning.
“No.” Ian frowned, looking at Tiana who stood by the fridge and looked equally as confused as him. “What rumour?”
“Finger fucked someone in the women’s loos at The Grand.” Becky explained, eating her cereal and looking annoyed. “When we went out for his birthday.”
“Shut up.” Tiana said. “You’re taking the piss.”
Y/N suddenly stopped moving a bit where she stood cutting up a cucumber for her sandwich.
“Where did you hear this?” Ian asked. “Because I would assume he’d brag about it if he did. He’s a lad after all.”
“He’s not laddish.” Tiana rolled her eyes.
“Sure is.”
“You’re a terrible judge of person, Ian.” Tiana said. “Harry’s no Jack the lad.” She glanced at Becky, ignoring Ian as he started to protest. “Where’d you hear this rumour? It sounds absolutely ridiculous.”
“Some girls in one of me lectures.” Becky put her spoon down in the bowl, reaching her arms over her head and stretching. “Reckon she’s a slag. A fucking minger for sure.”
“How do they know Harry?” Tiana looked over at Y/N as she started washing her cutting board and knife. “He’s not that popular, is he?”
Becky raised her eyebrows, smiling a little. “He’s not exactly bad looking, is he? Everyone knows who the fit European Legal Studies bloke is.”
“How? I would never have noticed Harry had he not been in flat 8.” Tiana opened the fridge and got her carton of milk out, screwing the lid off. “He cannot be that popular.”
“He’s fit, Tiana, and that’s it. People remember a pretty face.” Becky sighed, letting her arms fall to rest on the kitchen table. “How I wish it was me had had finger fucked in the bathroom stall at The Grand.”
“Do you know who it was?” Ian enquired.
In that moment, Tiana looked over at Y/N who took a bite of her sandwich, eyes quickly adverted as she knew the second they looked at each other Tiana would know. Everything seemed to click into place, because her eyes grew wide and she almost spat out her mouthful of milk. She put the milk back in the fridge and walked over to Y/N who made sure to give Becky and Ian a look, both in deep conversation, before Tiana reached her.
“You’re fucking joking.” Tiana whispered. “You’ve got to be bloody joking.”
“What did I say?” Y/N asked after swallowing the bite of her sandwich.
Tiana looked over at Ian and Becky before she nodded toward the door leading out of the kitchen. Y/N got the memo, and walked toward it, holding the plate with her sandwich to her chest the entire time. Right behind her the whole way, Tiana locked the door into Y/N’s room once they reached it and squealed. She jumped up and down over to Y/N, who was watching her friend with big eyes and a confused mind. Tiana took the sandwich and placed it on Y/N’s desk before taking a grip of her shoulders.
“Did Harry finger you in that bathroom stall? Was that why you both left the toilets just as different times?”
Y/N’s mouth hung open, no coherent words coming to mind as Tiana put words to what had happened in the bathroom stall at The Grand early February. With huge brown eyes, Tiana took in every movement Y/N made and hung onto the slight puffs of air leaving her lips as if they could help her decipher anything. Letting a heavy breath leave her lips, Y/N looked at her sandwich, but Tiana shook her.
“Silence speaks louder than words!”
“Ti, don’t… don’t tell anyone.”
“Who would I tell?” Tiana asked clapping her hands together after letting go of Y/N’s shoulders. “I don’t tell anyone anything except for you. I’m just so ecstatic!”
“Why?”
“Because Harry bloody Styles fingered you in a bathroom stall at The Grand!” Tiana shout whispered, looking absolutely outraged that she had to spell it out for Y/N at all. “And you fancy him so much, just like he fancies you, and I think this is huge.”
Y/N sat own in the chair by her desk. “I’m just scared.”
Tiana frowned, sitting down in Y/N’s bed. “Why are you?”
“Because it’s too good to be true.” She answered. “Harry is too good to be true, him fancying me back is too good to be true, everything-“ She stopped herself, sighing. “This whole situation with Harry is too good to be true. I don’t know what… I don’t know what to think.”
“Y/N, it’s not.” Tiana shook her head. “You deserve good things, and Harry is one of them.”
Their eyes met and Tiana was smiling, something that eased the turmoil in Y/N’s head a little. It was good looking at her best friend, because seeing her happy made everything seem a little less intimidating and the world a little more balanced. Reaching over, Tiana took Y/N’s hands and held them tight, demanding Y/N to look at her as she spoke her next words.
“You’re only doubting what you have because… I don’t know why…” Tiana frowned a little, face turning sad. “Why are you?”
Y/N looked away, shaking her head and dragging her hands out of Tiana’s grip. “I… It’s…” She closed her eyes as she spoke. “I’ve been hurt before, I guess.”
“You guess?”
Y/N kept quiet.
“Y/N, you can talk to me.”
“I know.” She opened her eyes, nodding as she locked eyes with her best friend again. “I know, Ti.”
Tiana looked at her hands that had moments earlier been holding Y/N’s. “If I had to choose someone on this earth I’d never want to see hurting, it’s you. And whenever you want to talk I’m here, in a heartbeat. You’re one of the most important people in my life, yea?”
Y/N smiled a little. “Likewise.”
“Don’t shut things in.” Tiana warned. “Don’t do it. Because all things you keep pent up inside has a way of getting out eventually. You’ll burst if you don’t get things off your chest, Y/N.”
Y/N nodded, knowing this full well.
“And I don’t want to see that happening. Not to you.”
Y/N leaned forward and hugged Tiana, holding her tight until she hugged her right back. It was a comfort to have her close, to be held by her like having her arms around her made the world seem a little easier to conquer. Y/N tried not to think much about what had caused this conversation, the event in her own life that made her question everyone’s intentions. So, balling Tiana’s shirt into her hands, Y/N held onto her best friend for dear life as she tried to understand how she herself was feeling about this whole situation. She could never put words to it.
Tiana walked back to the kitchen after a little while, and Y/N was left with her sandwich. Whipping out her phone, she called Edward on FaceTime, feeling incredibly deprived of time spent with her brother and favourite person in the entire world. He answered fast, grinning at his phone screen as he appeared, waving his hand frantically at her.
“Hiya Maverick!” Y/N smiled. “Alright?”
“I’m good, Goose.” Edward smiled back. “What’re you up to?”
She showed him the plate with her sandwich.
“Looks rank.”
“For your information, it’s not.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyway, how’s your day?”
“Boring.” Edward leaned back in his chair, the necklace resting on his chest glinting in the sun shining in through his bedroom window. “Dad’s out with the trees and mum’s in town I think. While I’m left in my room looking out my window.”
“Sorry I’m not home keeping you company, mate.” Y/N said, sticking her bottom lip out. “I’ll be home in a couple of days, though. For my birthday.”
“Yea.” Edward smiled. “Only four days now. And yes, I’m counting down the days. It’s boring here without you, you know that.”
Y/N felt suddenly guilty for leaving her brother behind when she went to university. He had said he would be fine with her living in London, had even encouraged it, but she knew he didn’t have many friends in college, and would often only hang out with Y/N because that’s when he had the most fun. Edward had made it obvious that he wanted Y/N to experience the world without feeling like she had to bring him along, and moving to London to study felt like a big, yet small, step. It wasn’t too far away from Hawkley, but far enough that she couldn’t go home every weekend.
For her birthday however, Y/N was going home to her brother and family. They had been ecstatic when she had shared with them the news of her coming home for a bit, and now that it was only a few days away she felt herself looking forward to her birthday, something she rarely did. Y/N hated the attention her birthday gave her, and knew spending it at uni would overwhelm her, so going home seemed like the best option. She knew Tiana would make a big deal out of it, so would Finn and Ian, and if she ever told Harry, then he might, too. It wasn’t a special day in her eyes. She was born on that day and was thankful her mother had given birth to her, but it didn’t go beyond that. Her family knew Y/N wasn’t too keen on her birthday and had always made her a cake, given her some gifts, and not made a big deal out of it. So, she was looking forward to coming back home, sitting down in her little boat in the lake by her house, reading a book and being by herself. And of course watching Top Gun with her Edward, something they always did together, but it was tradition t watch it on each of their birthdays. Edward’s was May 20th, and the two would always watch it as the sun went down, the door into the back garden open, the almost-summer sun shining in on the telly, and the smell of newly cut grass in the air. The thought made Y/N’s heart sing.
“Look at this.” Edward said, putting his phone in his lap as he rolled himself over to his wall. Picking his phone back up, he turned his camera around so Y/N could see his new painting. It was one of the many landscapes ones, this one of the row of Christmas trees behind the farm. Different shades of green and thin lines of black to indicate where one tree ended and another one started. Her brother had always had a talented for drawing, painting, and making things with his hand. He was incredibly artistic, and his ability to create something visual like he did had always impressed Y/N.
“Beautiful, Eddie.”
“Not my best, but something I painted to pass my time yesterday. You can bring it back to uni if you want.” He turned the camera back to his face. “So you remember how dull Hawkley really is.”
Y/N huffed. “Hawkley isn’t dull. Miss it quite a lot, actually.”
“Really?” Edward scrunched his nose, clearly not believing his sister the slightest. “You miss living in the middle of nowhere? Miss helping dad out at all times?”
“You know I love helping dad!” Y/N smiled. “You trying to make me remember things we used to hate about Hawkley won’t make me not look forward to coming home. Absolutely buzzing for it.”
“I just assumed you were smart.” Edward shrugged. “Guess you’ve lost some brain cells going to uni. Must be all the weed you’re smoking.”
“Stop!” Y/N laughed. “You know I’m not smoking anything, you knob.”
“Can’t be completely certain.” Edward said. “You’ve changed.”
“What?” Y/N frowned. “Have not.”
“Not in a bad way.” Edward clarified, a smile breaking out across his lips. “You’ve just changed. In the best way. You’re still Goose, but a more independent and freer one.”
Y/N smiled a little, surprised by her brother’s uttering.
“You’re still the shyest person I know, but you’re coming out of your shell.”
“I should be saying this to you, not the other way around.” Y/N said, making Edward chuckle. “You’re my little brother and you’re giving me a motivational speech?”
“Well, who else is going to tell you that you’re changing? No one knows you as well as I do, admit it.”
“Alright.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Keep praising me.”
Edward laughed. “Shut up or I’ll never give you a compliment ever again.”
“How sad.”
Just then there came a loud knocking from Y/N’s door, and then Tiana shouting her name. Looking back on the screen at Edward who seemed a little taken aback by the sudden commotion, Y/N cocked her head to the side.
“I’ll call you in a bit? Just need to know what Tiana’s on about.”
“Sound.” Edward nodded. “Bye, Goose.”
“Bye, Maverick.”
Hanging up, Y/N put her phone away on her desk before she rose and opened the door for Tiana who took a hold of her wrist. She dragged her to her room and over to her laptop, Annie sitting on Tiana’s bed and Teresa on FaceTime on her MacBook. On the screen was an e-mail, and judging by the tight grip Tiana had of Y/N’s wrist, it was quite an important one.
“’Dear Tiana’,” said person read out loud. “’I am happy to inform you the landlord of the four-bedroom property 9 Alfriston Road, Clapham has accepted your application. You are now ready to make your admin fees and part deposit payments’.”
Y/N looked over at Tiana with wide eyes and a mouth agape. Her friend was only nodding back, bouncing back and forth on her feet with a squeal bubbling up from somewhere far down her throat. Y/N looked back, reading through the entire e-mail as all her other future flatmates were watching her. She smiled, looking at Teresa on the screen who was smiling, then Annie on the bed doing the same, and at Tiana who was clapping.
“We have a house for next year!”
“Oh, my God.” Y/N said, looking at the e-mail. “We have a house.”
“We just need to sign a contract, pay, and then show them some identification, then we’re ready to move in next year!”
“I can’t believe we got a house.” Y/N said. “And right by Clapham Common as well!”
“I know!” Tiana beamed. “It was the last one we looked at last week, remember? The one with three bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs?”
“The one with the small back garden and a bath?”
“Yes, bitch!” Tiana took the MacBook up from her desk, motioning for Y/N and Annie to get up. “Group hug!”
And with laughter in the air and arms slung around the others, all the girls felt an immense relief. Finally, they had someplace to live next year. Finally, they didn’t have to wonder what would happen if they didn’t find somewhere. Finally, they could stop worrying and start looking forward to a new year living together. The first thing Y/N told Edward when they FaceTimed again later was that her and the rest of her new flat had found somewhere to live next year, and once her father heard that, he broke down crying.
“Cannot believe my little poppet is moving into an actual house and has got to pay actual bills.” He sniffled. “Beyond happy for you.”
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Harry
What’re you up to today?
Y/N smiled.
Y/N
Rehearsing some violin on campus. Why?
Harry
Oh. Was just wondering if you wanted to chill or do summat, but don’t want to interrupt you rehearsing. Rain check?
For some reason, the fact that Harry so easily gave up made Y/N’s heart sink a little. She didn’t want him to just give in, she wanted to spend time with him, and if that meant less rehearsing and more Harry then so be it. So, Y/N did something she hadn’t really done before: took the initiative.
Y/N
You could come chill in the room with me if you want.
Harry
Really? Wouldn’t be a bad distraction?
Y/N
I’m inviting you, am I not?
Harry
Wicked.
Y/N smiled, looking at her violin in its case.
Harry
Wait, where are you on campus?
Some days earlier, Y/N had reserved a study room for herself. Music students had specialised study room, soundproof ones that Y/N had never tried before. Though she had been a bit nervous about not finding it or using the wrong one, she had finally reached her study room, and planned on staying there for two hours. She had only been there for 30 minutes when Harry sent that text message, and though she knew she wouldn’t get much done with Harry there, she told him which number study room she was in and where to walk in the Antonin Artaud Building to get there.
While waiting for him, Y/N played Beauty and the Beast, one of the songs her and Teresa would be performing together. Closing her eyes, Y/N drifted off somewhere as she played, imagining Teresa’s voice flowing along with her notes and the magic they would create together. It didn’t take long for a knock to sound at the door, and when Y/N opened the door, Harry stood there with wide eyes.
“Hi.” He said, an instant smile on his face. “Alright?”
Y/N stepped aside and Harry walked inside, taking his coat off and putting it on the sofa. He was wearing his dark red turtleneck again, tucked into a pair of grey trousers. Right away, Y/N noticed how he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She loved it when he wore his glasses. He sat down in the sofa, letting go of a huge sigh as he settled himself in.
“Pretend like I’m not here.” He said, taking his phone out of his coat pocket. “Not about to ruin your rehearsing.”
Y/N giggled, walking over to the table where she had put her notes and her violin.
“But one question.” Harry said, sitting forth and resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at her. Y/N glanced over her shoulder. Harry smiled. “How’s your day been?”
Y/N smiled, blushing slightly. “Decent, yours?”
“Decent.” Harry watched as Y/N got the violin out of the case. “Bloody majestic.”
Y/N knew that if she even dared look at Harry then, she would melt, because the mere way those two words left his lips – like warm breath meeting her freezing cheeks on a cold winter’s day – made her entire body tingle.
“You said you wouldn’t distract me.” She knew that if she answered him, he would say something back, and then they would be having a conversation. And she needed to rehearse. And not get distracted.
“Right.” He sat back, smiling a little as he turned his phone on. “Won’t say another word. Promise.”
“Doubt that.”
Harry glanced up at her again. “Oi, what you mean about that?”
“Just that you’re talkative.”
Harry huffed. “And that’s a bad trait? Quite like that part of my personality, thank you.”
“No talking!”
“Fine!”
The two laughed, and Y/N looked down at her music stand, reading the notes before placing her violin on her shoulder and raising the bow. Taking one glance at Harry to make sure he was actually keeping to himself and not watching her, Y/N started playing. The Elvis song she had found the notes to online floated into the air around her, and her entire body felt light. Creating music felt empowering, like being part of something bigger than oneself. It wasn’t words; it wasn’t a pronouncement; it wasn’t human. It was feelings; putting a sound to a feeling, to an emotion and way of being. It was magic in a sense. Because it was impossible to put words to everything, but with music you didn’t have to. Hearing a melody made you feel more than thousands of words ever could; a melody could hold more emotion than a single human could feel in an entire lifetime. As Y/N made a world of her own, a world where only herself and the music she was making was of existence, time and space evaporated from all around. A sky drifted across the blue morning sky and around the globe until it was no more, and that was how Y/N felt when playing her violin. She was floating, flying over the globe and the humans that inhabited it.
“Is that Suspicious Minds?”
Y/N stopped playing, opening her eyes to look at him.
“Shit, didn’t mean to interrupt you. Sorry.” Harry motioned zipping his lips shut and throwing the key away, going back to looking down at his phone.
“Yea.” Y/N nodded. “Elvis fan?”
He glanced at her again, eyebrows raised as he was a little shocked she wanted to talk and not rehearse. “Yea.” Harry said. “Favourite artist of all time.”
“What’s your favourite song?”
“By Elvis?”
Y/N smiled. “Of all time.”
“All the Way by Frank Sinatra.”
Y/N sat down in the office chair, tuning her violin as she nodded. “You like-“
“-No, wait.” Harry turned his phone off. “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by The Platters. Fucking tune.”
“I’ve never heard that one.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“You’ll have to listen to it one time then.” Harry said, smiling as he watched her. “It’s magical.”
Y/N smiled, looking at her notes.
“How do you…” Harry glanced at the violin. “How do you play the violin?”
She looked over at him, feeling like someone squeezed her heart in the best way possible when she caught him actually looking intrigued by the instrument of her dreams. Biting her lip, she got her bow, and rolled her chair over to the sofa where Harry sat. He watched her, trying not to smile as widely as he seemed to want to. Y/N placed it on her shoulder and watched as Harry studied her every move, his gaze hot against her skin.
“Is it hard?”
“What?”
“Playing the violin.” Harry was almost whispering, as if talking to loudly in close proximity to the instrument would tarnish it in some way.
“Want to hold her?”
Their eyes met. “Her?”
“Yea. I call my violin a her. She’s my baby.”
Harry let out a single chuckle as Y/N removed her instrument from her shoulder.
“Want to?”
“Hold her?”
“Only if you trust me enough to.” Harry said, face turning serious. “I don’t want to hold her if you don’t like anyone else doing so, or something of the sort.”
“I trust you not to throw her across the room and ruin her.” Y/N said and Harry laughed. She motioned for him to hold his hands out so she could place the violin in his hands. Once he did, and their hands met for a single second, she felt just how cold his were. He had just walked here after all, but no matter how cold his hands were, his skin meeting hers still felt like hot electricity started flowing from the exact spot they had made contact.
Y/N cleared her throat, touching Harry making her a little dizzy. “Ehm, there’s… there’s no set way to hold the violin.” She looked up into his eyes, his already intent and on her. “This is just my way of doing it. Holding a violin is much like driving a car; there’s no exact way of doing it, just the general rules, but everyone has their own way of driving a car, just like everyone has their own way of holding their violin.”
Harry nodded, his green eyes wide with interest.
“You want to place it on our shoulder like this.” Y/N guided it down to his shoulder. “And rest your chin on the chin rest, as that’s what it’s there for.”
Harry leaned his jaw on the chin rest.
Y/N shook her head. Gently, she took a grip of the other side of his jaw, tilting his head till his chin was on the chin rest. “Want to be looking at the violin a you’re playing. The music stand and sheet will be there in that direction.”
“Hmm.” Harry mumbled, eyes closing for a long second, vibrating through Y/N’s finger still resting on his jaw. His skin was very soft there, Y/N realised, and he didn’t have that slight stubble he would sometimes have. He must’ve recently shaved. She drew her hand back, not allowing herself to let her mind wander.
“And that’s how you hold the violin. Of course, you’ll have different positions and all that, but you hold the neck very lightly as you need to change notes and stuff.”
Harry was eerily quiet as he sat holding the violin.
Y/N cleared her throat, deciding not to think too much into it. “Then the bow.” She held it out for him, and he took it with his right hand. “The wood of the bow is this,” Y/N pointed to the part Harry was holding carefully, sitting forward in her chair as he was holding it up to his face. She let her finger trace the wood, avoiding Harry’s fingers. “And underneath you’ve got the hair. Try not to touch the hair at all, because all the dirt, grease, and oils you have on your hands can easily be transferred to the hair and it can stop the hair absorbing the rosin we put on the bow, which helps the bow grip onto the strings-“
Right over the bow, Harry’s eyes were staring at Y/N with so much concentration and intrigue that it made her gasp a little. They sat there like that for a little while, just staring at the other. The bow hanging in the air between them and the quietness of the room deafening. Slowly Harry removed the bow from where it was, carefully putting it down on his coat before he looked back at Y/N. It took Y/N a bit off guard when his free hand reached for her face, thumb stroking down her cheek delicately as if she would break if he didn’t treat her with care. They were so close, the air hot with electricity around them. As Harry’s hand travelled down her neck and to the back of it, taking a light grip and guiding her forward to him, Y/N put wasn’t able to take her eyes off him. Neither of them closed their eyes until their lips met. Neither of them took a breath until their lips met. Neither of them could believe it had taken them this long to finally kiss. Because oh my God, Y/N thought, did it feel good kissing Harry. Every cell in her body was dancing, her heart was flying wildly inside her chest, and all blood rushed through her veins.
She was leaning forward to the point of almost falling out of her chair, so she let her hands rest on his thigh, to which Harry drew in a sharp breath. Their lips detached, only for Harry to tip his head a little to the side, gaining better access. This time, he was gentle as he slipped his tongue in ever so slightly, not wanting to overwhelm her in the slightest. Y/N only breathed heavily in response, and Harry squeezed the back of her neck. In return, she squeezed his thighs and Harry trembled a little, kissing her harder.
“Wait.” He mumbled into her mouth.
He got up, making Y/N draw back. Taking the bow, Harry walked over to the violin case and put the violin and bow neatly into their places before he came back.
“Come sit in my lap, darling.”
Y/N got up, and as she put both of her knees on either side of his hips, hands landing on his shoulders, she was reminded of the bathroom stall at The Grand. Harry seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he smiled as he kissed her again, hands resting at her knees. As their tongues tangled and lips locked and detached, Harry’s hands travelled up her thighs. Slowly he made his way up to her bum, where he let them rest for only a few seconds before placing both his hands on her hips to hold her. It was intoxicating to have Harry touch her like this, as if she had been drinking a whole bottle of wine, but she had only tasted his tongue and the moment they were sharing right now. She let her hands trail down his front, loving it when Harry slid his tongue over her bottom lip quickly before he kissed her again. Her hands stopped as she reached his navel, fingertips resting there as Harry whimpered under her. A low moan entered her mouth, and she was sure nothing she had ever tasted before could compare to it.
“Jesus.” Harry said, breathing heavily. “Know how to get a bloke at your complete surrender, don’t you?”
“Not really.”
“Well,” Harry chuckled. “I’m at yours, Y/N Picot. I’ve quite literally surrendered myself to you. Completely.”
Y/N couldn’t help her smile.
“Love to taste that,” Harry whispered, rubbing his nose once against hers. “Your happiness.”
Y/N smiled even wider, feeling herself giggle against his lips.
“Kiss me.” Harry breathed. “Always kiss me. And never stop.”
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
The sky overhead was a light orange, outlined with a pretty purple that made the darkening evening sky look like the creation of a marble. Y/N walked in the decent temperature with a dungaree Y/Net, hands in its pockets and her head raised high. Even London seemed to be relaxed, the bustling of people and cars that used to be along the Albert Bridge Road, Battersea Park, and Battersea University, weren’t as overwhelming as they usually were. Y/N made her way across the street, looking down on her phone at the text from Archie Poole.
Archie
Meet you outside Gaskell Building. Xxxx
Y/N had been to the LGBTQ+ Society meetings before – maybe two – and each time she was looking more and more forward to going. The whole gang was so nice, welcoming her with open arms whenever she decided to show up. She found herself rather at home with the lot, there was a peace about them that felt like closing her eyes and drifting off into a deep and harmonious slumber. They held a security she had never before experienced with anyone. Before each meeting she had met with Archie beforehand so they could walk inside together. He was the only one she knew by name yet, though she was slowly but surely getting to know all of them. It was good distraction from uni, because as Y/N entered that room Y/N knew she was amongst people who wouldn’t judge her about anything. She was amongst people who knew her biggest secret; the part of herself she had yet to fully accept and tell the world about. And because of this, it felt incredibly good walking to campus that afternoon, knowing she’d meet with these people again.
As she crossed the street, walking up to the gravel walkway leading down to the university, Y/N heard voices further down the street. Thinking nothing of it as there were always loads of people out and about at all hours in London, she continued on her way, humming along to the piece she was learning for her and Teresa’s first set. Rounding the corner, on her way down the path to uni, she was suddenly stopped.
“Y/N!”
She looked over her shoulder, heart racing a bit. There was Becky, waving at her and giving her one of those smiles Y/N could never decide was fake or genuine. With her was El, Blessing and a group of other people Y/N didn’t know the name of. She assumed they were from Becky’s course, or someone El and Blessing knew. Regardless, they were walking in her direction. Her eyes flicked to the Gaskell Building where she saw Archie already waiting, looking down on his phone.
“Hi!” Becky said, still smiling.
“Hi.” Y/N did a once over of all her friends, giving them a small smile before meeting Becky’s eyes again.
“What’re you doing at uni this late?” Becky asked. Y/N noticed how her flatmate’s smile grew wider.
“Heading to the library.” She said. For some reason Y/N felt her heart racing, a small panic rising in her chest as if something was about to go very wrong.
Becky looked at Y/N’s shoulder real quick. “You don’t have your rucksack with you.”
That feeling of something about to head south intensified, because as Becky’s eyes went from Y/N’s shoulders and to her eyes again, she saw something in her eyes that made her stomach turn. “No, I-I’m getting a book.” Y/N said, shoving her hands into her Y/Net pockets. The whole group behind Becky was studying her, taking in her outfit and the careful way she held herself. They must’ve noticed along with Becky that something was off; that Y/N was lying.
Becky cocked her head a little to the side, the frown on her face a fake type of concerned. “And you’re just going to carry it back to the flat? Why not bring something to put it in?”
Y/N felt like throwing up. Becky knew what Y/N was doing there. There was no way Y/N was going to the library wearing normal wear, as it would just be stupid to get dressed up to go loan a book. The only event going on at uni right then was the one Y/N was actually going to. And no one but Y/N and the LGBTQ+ Society knew.
“Y/N!”
She looked over at the Gaskell Building where Archie stood, walking over now. Becky glanced at him, taking him in and quickly recognising him. Archie had stood by the booth at the Freshers Fayre, talking about the LGBTQ+ Society, and Becky had no doubt walked by and caught his face and cause. As he approached, Becky gave him that smile again before looking at Y/N.
“I’ll see you at the flat once you’ve loaned that book, yea?” Becky walked off with that, talking with her friends as she went.
Immediately, Y/N walked in Archie’s direction. Her heart was in her throat, panic prickling along every inch of her skin, tickling her. She felt like scratching all layers off herself till she was no more, till the only thing that was left was her bones. Her bones where she couldn’t hurt in any other way than physical; where she didn’t feel panic; where she didn’t feel the overwhelming need to run far away from Battersea and Becky and everything that made her feet yearn to escape.
“You alright?” Archie asked as they met, voice as feathery light as it always was. “What’re you running for, darl?”
Y/N looked at Becky and her friends who had disappeared from view, when she stared back at Archie, she didn’t know how to properly form words anymore. She was scared, shaken up, and unable to tell him that she wanted to go back home to Hawkley where nothing and no one could find her if she hid away in her boat by the lake.
“What’s up?”
Y/N inhaled sharply. “I…”
Archie nodded, urging her on.
“I’m…” Y/N swallowed, wrapping her Y/Net around herself. “I don’t want them to know.”
Archie knew what Y/N was saying, and his expression softened.
“I’m not ready for them… for her… to know.”
“They don’t.” Archie reassured her. “It’s okay, Y/N. They don’t know unless you want them to.”
But Y/N knew that wasn’t true. She bit her lip, feeling like her world was about to fall into a million tiny pieces she would have a very hard time finding and properly put back together.
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