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sweetly-yours-and-mine · 1 year

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Bordeaux

Pairing: Marc Spector x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: She's not exactly sure why she's invited Marc to Bordeaux.

Warnings: mentions of the death of a loved one, written in two hours, poorly edited (author has BDE)

A/N: Couldn't get this idea out of my head ever since I watched Un Beau Matin. Any dialogue I used from the movie is bolded down below. English translations will be given at the end of the fic. French is not my native language, so please excuse any mistakes.

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Élodie had invited her, once again, to the villa in Bordeaux. Had tempted her really, with the promise of sunshine and a warm, swimmable, ocean. Two things that were a rarity to come by in London, and a luxury spilled in abundance in the South of France.

There was also room that would be left empty, Élodie had said, a friend of a friend had cancelled last minute (so much the better for everyone else, if you asked her sister), and if she wanted to, she could bring a friend.

Friend, being a word heavily insinuated and laden with worries unsaid.

A word that she bravely took at face value and approached Marc with the offer.

Though it was easy to play oblivious to her sister’s intentions, it was less possible to ignore her own motivations.

Why Marc?

At face value, it was because there was a loneliness in him that she felt was reflected in herself. Because he was the only person she dared call a ‘friend’, ever since moving to England and isolating herself on the little island.

She liked to believe Marc was a friend. They went out for lunch almost every week and usually, Friday evenings, she’d come over and get a little tipsy on wine, tipsy enough that her words would slur and her well-practised English would slip and fall into her mother tongue. Once or twice a month they go and see a play or movie, or to the orchestra, with drinks before and dinner after.

Those nights, the formal nights, Marc is partial to an all-black getup, a black dress shirt that he leaves unbuttoned, a black suit. It’s an image that alights a squiggly feeling inside of her, one a clumsy child’s hands would make with a broken blue crayon on paper.

Other than that, sometimes Marc comes over for brunch on Sunday mornings, a concept he’d introduced her to and one that she’s come to grudgingly see the appeal in. He sips coffee with her and eats buttered toast and makes her laugh with crude little pequin peppers of jokes.

But never, from either side of the conversation, has there been any hint towards inviting more people into their bubble.

Her excuse is simple, she doesn’t know anyone else to invite. Everyone she knows is on the other side of the Channel.

Marc’s excuse is not so obvious to her. She squints through the parchment papers of them, and can’t come up with a satisfactory answer.

She wonders that maybe the reason why she hasn’t bothered herself to find more people she’d be able to call friends was because she was happy with Marc’s quiet companionship. His not-so-smiling-smiles, the way his eyes crinkle when he gives her a belly-laugh like a giant Ferroro Rocher ball, wrapped up in golden paper.

She’s moved to England for almost a year now, and she’d only been lonely the first two months, before she ran into Marc in a coffee shop, tears in her eyes and ready to call this new chapter over before it was written.

Sometimes, she tries to reason that it’s because he’s an American, a foreigner in a new continent. That his move was more intense than hers, and together, they found each other in the margins and happily decided to set up camp.

His Americanness is also a blessing in disguise. The dreaded oral exams of her youth were always in a quite generic, American accent. When moving to London, she’d had a false sense of security that there would be a very short adaptation time to the English accents, since she could understand the unobstructed audio of the woman saying I like bananas very much. What is your favourite fruit? in her BAC listening exams.

Coming home from work, her head is pounding from the struggle of trying to sort through the various inflections, tones, speeds of the seemingly infinite variations of a single accent. She feels betrayed by the French public education system. Nobody had prepared or warned her about this.

When she talks to Marc, however, it’s easy to understand him. It relaxes the joints of her brain, soothes it over. It’s the reassurance that she’s not in fact stupid and incompetent, things her coworkers must surely think of her after she’s asked them for the fourth time to repeat themselves.

She could also argue and say that she had already pushed away many of her own friends, heaping handfuls of time before her move. That the very reason why she changed countries was to start fresh, and that inviting her old university friends to the vacation would be awkward and heavily-charged with betrayal, a step back.

Despite all this, she hasn’t been able to ignore the true reasons underneath her choice of Marc.

Quite simply, she could have just said she had no one to invite over.

It would have resulted in a decently heated exchange or two, about wasting her life, about using her youth to find someone to settle down with before she was too old for it.

Not a pleasant experience for what should have been easy vacation, to kick back and destress.

But at least she would have had an easy mind about her own choice.

Yet, looking at Marc now, playing with her niece, she’s not sure she regrets it; even if her mind has been plagued with the why of it ever since they arrived.

He’s letting her niece play with his cheeks, letting her hands push around an imaginary bubble of air in his mouth.

The two of them had been able to surpass the language barrier quite easily it seems. Though little Anaïs, at only five, had been sure to show him that she was quite well-versed in English by rattling off the alphabet and counting to twenty-five for him, the difficulties only starting from seventeen.

Relaxed and sunkissed is a nice look on him.

Laughter comes easier to him now, even if their jokes and stories are poorly translated and lose a lot of their mirth in English. The smile lines are deeper than the frowns, the delicate folds around his eyes like embroidery almost always present.

In London, Marc combs back his hair meticulously. She’s seen him do it, grumbling and swearing under his breath when it doesn’t fall the way he likes it to.

In Bordeaux, he lets it loose, free from the obligations of work and life and the fresh air and the saltwater bringing out the best of it. His short curls move as if they have a mind of their own.

She longs to thread her fingers between them, to sink her teeth into the exposed, caramel-like freckled skin of his chest as if it were cotton candy and salt-water taffy.

She had meant to be reading.

The sight in front of her, the view of the ocean just a stone’s throw behind the two, was much more appealing at the moment.

The glassed door opens and there’s the gentle swish of Élodie’s sandals, the faint thud of a tray of lemonade and wine hitting the table beside her.

“T’as soif?”

She shakes her head, murmurs her thanks. She’s the type of sleepy that comes from too much rest and sunshine.

The hinges of the chair squeak as her sister sits down beside her.

The moment before it happens, she knows it’s coming. They’ve barely had any time alone together since her arrival, and Marc’s presence had already raised quite a lot of eyebrows, undeterred by the fact that they had separate rooms.

It’s the perfect moment for some older sister grilling. Everyone’s retreated to their own rooms, or to town to stock up on some groceries and alcohol.

Marc doesn’t understand French, Anaïs too little, and too preoccupied, to understand what they’re truly saying.

She tsks and sets down her book a tad too harshly on the table, “Putain, Élodie-”

“J’ai rien dit!” she holds her hands up in defence.

At the sudden sound of an argument in the making, Marc looks at the two of them, a crease forming in his eyebrows that fades as soon as she smiles back at him.

The momentary distraction gives Anaïs the executive power to decide that a change in pace would be nice, and she pounces on him from behind.

Marc’s taken aback but then he laughs out, turning behind him, “You’re a bit of a monkey aren’t you!” They tumble together onto the ground, the girl’s excited giggles swirling up into the ocean air.

The sight warms her heart in ways that his all-black look does, and she knows better than to dive into those emotions.

“Il est beau, ce Marc, non?” Though the question is teasing, though she’s heard it multiple times from the people in the villa, there’s an undercurrent of sisterly concern and worry. Despite all the troubles Élodie gives her, it’s a sound that pricks tears from her eyes, reminds her just how homesick she’s been this past year.

She takes an exasperated breath and picks up her book again, “J’en sais rien.”

There’s a heavy pause, almost as if it exists outside of Marc’s happy world. She’s never heard him giggle like that before, it twists at her stomach in unignorable ways.

“Tu l’aimes?”

She turns an unread page and hopes the thundering of her heart isn’t too loud.

Her sister’s eyes soften, out of the corner of her eye she sees her head tilt towards her direction, “C’est son souvenir qui t’empêche?”

“Non,” she concedes and picks at her thumb, then thumbs the corner of her books, letting the pages run under her finger.

“Alors, c’est quoi ton problème? Chérie, ça fait presque cinq ans depuis sa mort et t’es encore jeune,” she rolls her eyes at this, it’s the same excuse every time. “T’as le droit d’aimer, d’être aimée.”

When it’s clear that she won’t respond, Élodie continues, slyly, “Alors, tu t’en fous que Marie l’aime bien?”

It stings like a bee, her words. The images that arise in her mind against her will are like poison, homebrewed alcohol.

She stings back, “Élodie, t'es pire que maman. Laisse-moi tranquille.”

That manages to shut off the conversation, though there’s a sour taste in her mouth that also hangs in the air between her and her sister.

With a squeal, Anaïs runs towards her mother, a grin pressed into her cheeks, “Maman!”

Élodie takes her daughter in her arms, kisses her cheeks, “Bonjour mon ange, tu t'amusais bien?” The girl nods, hugging her back. “T’as soif, alors?”

Marc gets up from the ground, and brushes off the dirt from his shorts. There’s a groan as he tries to stand up, and he rubs his back soothingly to combat against it.

She treasures the sound he made, the gentle frown in his face and the soft way it faded away with the pain in his back. “Are you thirsty, Marc?” she calls out to him. He comes to stand in front of her, and he nods, an open smile hanging around his face like morning dew. “Wine? Or lemonade?”

As she pours him some wine, her niece some lemonade, Steven looks at her from the wine bottle with a dumbfounded expression, his eyes dark and serious with grief.

A glance at him makes Marc wonder what kinda stick his alter’s got up his ass now.

But the wine is refreshing, and it brushes away any thoughts of Steven and of the heated words the sisters had exchanged as he was playing on the ground.

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Translations:

T'as soif? - Are you thirsty?

Putain, Élodie - Fuck, Elodie

J'ai rien dit! - I didn't say anything!

Il est beau, ce Marc, non? - He's pretty, this Marc, isn't he?

J'en sais rien - I don't know what you're talking about.

Tu l'aimes? - Do you love him?

C’est son souvenir qui t’empêche? - Is it his memory that's stopping you?

Alors, c’est quoi ton problème? Chérie, ça fait presque cinq ans depuis sa mort et t’es encore jeune - So what's your problem? Sweetheart, it's been almost five years since his death, and you're still young,

T’as le droit d’aimer, d’être aimée - You have the right to love, to be loved.

Alors, tu t’en fous que Marie l’aime bien? - So, you don't care that Marie likes him?

Élodie, t'es pire que maman. Laisse-moi tranquille. - Elodie, you're worse than Mom. Leave me alone.

Bonjour mon ange, tu t'amusais bien? - Hello, my angel, were you having fun?

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bellaireland1981 · 1 year

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Stubborn Hearts | First Deployment

Summary: Part of the Stubborn Hearts Universe! Sunshine and Bradley have a wedding to plan. Anxieties and some old feelings bubble when the Navy surprises Bradley with a 6 week deployment. Bradley and Sunshine navigating their first deployment together.

Word Count: 10156 -- do we really expect me to have self control??

Warnings: Fluff, bit of angst if you squint, kissing.

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell! Reader (Platonic), OC Shay Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Dagger Squad

A/N: A/N: I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other platforms. All OC’s belong to me but I do NOT own Top Gun Maverick characters. Reblogs and comments ALWAYS welcomed! THANK YOU as always to @waywardodysseys for letting me bounce ideas and for reading and editing for me!!

Immediately after returning from Big Sur, you launched into wedding planning mode. Neither you nor Bradley wanted a long engagement. One thing you both new well was that deployments came out of nowhere and rather than have your wedding derailed, you’d both agreed to keep it simple, keep it small, and make it happen that year.

“Have you thought about where you want to have the wedding, Sweetheart?” Your Aunt Sarah asked over brunch later in the week when you’d returned with Bradley.

“We want to keep it small and not have to wait a million years for something to be available.” You replied, “Other than that? No ideas… Do you have any ideas?”

“Well…” She said, “Both you and Bradley love flying, so you could have it at Mav’s hangar… the wedding itself could be outside and then we can clear the hangar of planes to decorate for your dinner and dance. Or, there’s always the backyard here. It’s big enough to accommodate everyone. Bonus is that neither place has a waiting list.”

“We could also set up the actual ceremony on the beach behind the Hard Deck and close the bar for the night to use for your reception.” Penny offered.

“I love all of those suggestions!” You exclaimed, “Let me ask Bradley and we can let you know! Thank you !”

“Have you talked about when you want to get married?” Aunt Sarah asked.

“As soon as we can get something planned and for it to be what we want it to be.” You replied. “Honestly, we’d both be just as happy eloping.”

“Absolutely not!” Both Penny and Sarah exclaimed.

“And that’s why we’re not” You laughed.

“One thing we can do immediately is dress shopping!” Aunt Sarah said.

“I was hoping you’d both want to go with me.” You replied, “Could use some stand in moms.”

“We would love nothing more, Kiddo.” Penny said, “I’m available this weekend if that works for you both?”

“Yes! I’m going to ask Shay to be my maid of honor and Nat to be my bridesmaid.” you replied, “I’ll see if they’re free too.”

“That’s perfect.” Aunt Sarah said, “I’ll get us a reservation at the cute bridal boutique downtown.”

“I can’t wait!” You said, everything starting to feel really….real.

After brunch you headed back to your house. Bradley and Jake were playing some video game when you walked in. Not surprisingly it was a flying game.

“Hey, Sunshine!” Bradley said, smiling when he saw you, “Did you have fun?”

“I did!” You replied, “We started talking about wedding ideas.”

“What did you ladies come up with, Sweets?” Jake asked, “Are we hitting up Las Vegas?”

“Nope, that got an immediate ‘Absolutely not’ from both of them.” You laughed, “They had really good ideas for venues though.”

“Where did they suggest?” Bradley asked, pulling you down to sit on his lap. “Nothing that requires an obnoxious wait, right?”

“Nope…. All of these options are wide open and available as early as tomorrow.” You laughed. “Although, we need a little longer than 24 hours to pull together a wedding.”

“Sunshine, I’d marry you right this minute at the courthouse or in Vegas.” He replied.

“I know, Roo. But I think our family wants to be there with us.” You replied.

“Damn straight!” Jake added. “Try and keep us away.”

“Ok, so venue options…” You said, “Aunt Sarah suggested her backyard, or Dad’s hangar since we’ve both grown up around planes and are both pilots. Penny offered the beach behind the Hard Deck and then she’d close the bar for us to use the Hard Deck for the reception.”

“Those are all fantastic and fitting.” Jake commented, setting his controller down, the game forgotten.

“I like the idea of the Hangar or the beach.” Bradley said. “What are you thinking, Sunshine?”

“I love the idea of using Dad’s hangar. It just feels like it’s the best fit for us.” You replied. “It makes it feel like even those who can’t be with us will be with us… “

“A tribute to dad and Ice?” Bradley asks, kissing the side of your head. “I think it would be perfect.”

“And our moms too.” You add.

“Let’s do it.” Bradley said, “We can call Mav right now and ask him. I’m sure he’ll say yes though.”

“I know he will. He’ll love it.” You replied.

“Ok venue…check.” Jake said, “What’s next on the list? Operation Bradshaw Wedding is in full effect.”

“I love you, Jakey” You replied, laughing.

“Love you too, Sweets.” He answered, flashing his signature smile your way. “I’ve gotta make sure my favorite new baby sister has the best wedding ever!”

“How many new baby sisters do you have, Hangman?” Bradley teased. He actually loved that Jake was so protective of you. He knew no matter what, Jake would be there to take care of you if he wasn’t.

“Just this perfect ray of sunshine!” He said proudly.

“I have to call Shay and Nix to see if they’re available to go dress shopping this weekend with Aunt Sarah, Penny and me.” You said, “I’m asking Shay to be my maid of honor and Nix a bridesmaid… or maybe I’ll just call them my wingwomen!”

“That’s perfect, Sunshine.” Bradley said, then leaned in and whispered to you to hop up. You obliged, moving next to him on the couch, eyes curiously following him as he stood up.

He went over to his flight bag and pulled something out then came back over to the couch. Instead of coming back to where he’d been, he walked around to the other side where Jake was sitting.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as soon as you realized what was happening. Bradley stood in front of Jake before he very dramatically dropped to one knee. You quickly pulled your phone out to record this moment.

“Hangman, much to my surprise, you’ve become one of my closest friends. You’ve had my back and saved my life… Nobody I trust more to fly with. There’s also nobody I’d want more standing with me as I marry my Sunshine. Will you do me the honor of being my best wingman?” He asked, holding out a set of his wings from his flight uniform.

“Wow…” Jake said beaming, you could see a sheen of unshed tears in his bright green eyes, knowing that even though Bradley had been a goofball about it, this meant the absolute world to Jake. You also know that Bradley was sincere. “I would be absolutely honored to be your best wingman, Rooster. Thank you.”

He accepted the wings from Bradley. Both boys stood up and did the typical bro hug, pounding each other on the back.

You stopped recording and had to wipe away your own tears that had started to fall. Your two favorite aviators turned to see you with tears on your face and held their arms out to pull you into a big group hug.

“That was the sweetest best man proposal ever.” You gushed.

“Have you seen many of them, Sweets?” Jake joked, pulling back.

“Well…no, but still the sweetest.” You defended. “Who are you thinking for your second wingman, Roo?”

“You already stole Phoenix,” He replied, giving a mock pout. “I’m going to ask Bob. I’d ask Mav but he’ll be doing Father of my beautiful Bride duties.”

“I think Bob is perfect.” You replied. “Dad would happily do double duty too, so it’s up to you.”

“He would, but I want him to be by your side.” Bradley said, “It’s important.”

“I love you, Roo.” You said stealing a quick kiss.

The next day you met up with Shay and Nix at the Hard Deck for lunch. Penny let the three of you meet at the bar with takeout so you could ask them to stand up in your wedding. You managed to pull together small gifts for them with notes asking them to be your Wingwoman of Honor and Wingwoman.

“What are you guys doing Saturday? Any plans?” You asked them when you had all finished eating.

“Nothing that I know of.” Shay said, “Jake hasn’t said anything about us having plans.”

“Just catching up on laundry and stuff around the apartment. Nothing that can’t wait.” Nat replied.

“Would you be interested in going dress shopping?” You asked

“Oh my God, of COURSE!” Shay exclaimed

“Absolutely!” Nat said.

“Perfect.” You replied, then pulled out their gifts and handed them to them. “These are for you guys.”

You watched as they opened them, both with very curious looks on their faces. Shay pulled out the card first, reading it. A smile immediately plastered to her face. You glanced at Nat who was also reading the card first, her smile mirroring Shay’s.

“Y/N!” Shay giddily replied, “This is adorable. I will definitely be your wingwoman of honor. Thank you!”

“Thank you for all of your support since I moved back and for being such an amazing friend” You replied.

“I am so down to be the co-wingwoman.” Nat beamed, “I’m so honored to be included, Y/N. You two are my only really good female friends. I’m always surrounded by the boys!”

“Before moving here I didn't even have any real friends so I can’t thank you both enough for being my people. I don’t know how I’d have survived the last six months without you.” You said.

“You’re stuck with us for life now.” Nat assured.

“Who is Bradley asking?” Shay asked.

“OHMYGOD you both have to watch this video!” You pulled out your phone and found the video you’d taken of the Best Man proposal.

They watched as Bradley dropped to his knee and asked Jake to be his best Wingman and you teared up all over again.

“That.” Nat said, laughing and wiping her eyes, “Was the best thing I’ve ever seen. You need to show that at the wedding.”

“It was the sweetest.” You gushed. “It meant so much to Jake. I know he came off as a total asshole to you when y’all first met, but he’s really got the biggest heart of anyone I know. He just built up walls to protect himself.”

“He’s definitely let his guard down the past several months and has let us see the real Jake.” Nat confirmed, “He has changed a lot. I think that’s in part to the mission and everything that happened, but it’s also meeting the two of you. Falling in love with you, Shay….that’s been a huge influence in his change. And having you, Y/N take him in and love him unconditionally as your adopted big brother… damn, you gave him a whole family.”

“I one hundred percent agree with that assessment.” Shay said. “I love that the squad gets to know the Jake I’ve known since the first time meeting him.”

“There shouldn’t be tears when talking about weddings!” Penny laughed, coming over to your table. “You three are a sentimental group today.”

“Just talking about our men!” You replied, “We’re set for dress shopping on Saturday, Pen!”

“Perfect.” She smiled warmly. “I’m looking forward to it. Amelia asked if she can tag along too?”

“Of course!” You said immediately. “She’s always welcome to join us!”

“I’ll let her know.”

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By the time Saturday rolled around you were a bundle of nervous, excited energy. You couldn’t wait to find your perfect dress and watch the girls find their dresses. You decided on navy blue and rose gold for colors so you’d decided to give them free reign on styles of dresses within the color scheme. You wanted them to be comfortable and not wearing a dress they hated.

You arrived at the boutique mid morning. Penny arranged for you to have Mimosas as you dress shopped. You’d given the owner of the shop a rough idea of what you were looking for and she pulled a bunch of dresses for you to try. The first several dresses, while very pretty, weren’t what you were looking for…they didn’t feel right.

“Don’t get discouraged, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, “It’s here. We just need to hunt it down.”

“I guess I didn’t realize it would be this … frustrating.” You complained, “I’m not overly picky about style and dresses, so I figured I’d just find the perfect dress without much effort.”

“It’s different when it’s your wedding dress, Kiddo.” Penny added, “You’re supposed to be picky.”

“They’re right!” Shay added. “We’ll find it with you, Y/N. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“And if it’s not here, or not already made, we find someone who can design and bring it to life.” Nat said.

“That would take too long.” You sighed, “We want to get married before the end of the year.”

“Then let’s get you into some more dresses and see what shakes out.” Your aunt replied.

“Here are some more that I think you’ll love.” The boutique owner said, bringing in three more dresses. “The first two that I put in the fitting room are perfect. We wouldn’t need to special order either of them and I have a feeling neither will even require alterations. But most importantly I believe these two are everything you’re looking for.”

You had to admit the dresses were absolutely stunning hanging in the fitting room. She helped you to get into the first dress, zipping it up once you were in. You turned, looking in the floor length mirror and gasped. It was everything you’d ever imagined in a wedding dress. It was an a-line fit with applique and lace that flowed perfectly. It was a simple tank style scoop neck front with a low back.

“This is… perfect.” You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I have to agree.” She said, “Let’s have you step out and show your group.”

You carefully stepped out of the fitting room, beaming in happiness.

“What do you think?” You asked, stepping onto the small podium in front of mirrors.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, tears filling her eyes, “It’s perfect. You are absolutely beautiful.”

“That is definitely the one, Y/N.” Phoenix said, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Bradley is going to melt when he sees you.” Shay added.

“Your dad… he’s going to cry the whole way down the aisle with you.” Penny confirmed.

“This is definitely the dress.” You said, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Are you thinking you’ll want a second dress option perhaps?” The lady helping you asked. “Many of my brides opt for a separate dress to change into for the reception.”

“Our wedding is so small and intimate,” You said, “I don’t know that I need a second dress…”

“You should try the other one on.” Your aunt suggested, “You never know. And you might find you want something different for the reception.”

“Ok, I’ll try it on. While I do that though..” You said, looking at Shay and Phoenix, “You two go find dresses.”

Both playfully saluted you and then popped up to go look through bridesmaids dresses.

You followed the lady back into the fitting room and she helped you out of the current dress and into the second option she’d picked out. This one was a satin gown in an a-line with spaghetti straps with a lower cut neckline and thin straps that crossed at the lower back. Honestly, it was breathtaking as well. You loved it.

“Ok… I wasn’t really thinking of a wardrobe change before the reception, but I might be now.” You said.

“I had a feeling you’d be swayed.” She smiled knowingly.

You stepped out of the room to where your Aunt and Penny were seated and they both gave you a smile that said they knew you’d be going home with two dresses.

“It’s perfect for the reception.” Penny winked, “This one is on me, Kiddo.”

“Penny, that’s way too much, I can’t ask that of you.” You exclaimed.

“Kiddo you didn’t ask, and I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” Penny replied.

“And I made your uncle a promise that we would buy your wedding dress.” Aunt Sarah said, smiling tearfully at you. “He knew you’d be marrying Bradley…and he told me to make sure to get your wedding dress. His exact words were, ‘Maverick can pay for the rest of it, but I get to buy my Little Bird her wedding dress.’”

You wiped the tears, now freely falling from your eyes. Your heart still had an enormous hole the size of your Uncle Tommy in it. Sometimes it hit you more than others, that your uncle really was gone. This was one of those moments.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Your Aunt said, putting her arms out. You stepped off the podium by the mirror, straight into her arms, accepting the much needed comfort. “He’d be so happy to see you this happy and to watch you live your life. He is watching over you and smiling ear to ear, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you” You whispered, stepping back carefully and wiping your eyes, “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, Kiddo.” Penny said, offering a loving smile. You may have lost your own mom at a very young age…too young to really remember much… but you’d been blessed with amazing women in your life to fill that role.

“We’ve found a selection of dresses!” Phoenix said coming back with Shay, and several dresses in hand between the pair of them. “Holy Shit you look HOT!”

“Bradley is going to possibly need a defibrillator for that one.” Shay agreed, “So, are you going with a wardrobe change then?”

“I am.” You smiled at your friends. “It was decided for me. I can’t wait to see your dresses! Wait until I’m changed and back out!”

You headed back in to change out of the gown and into your regular clothes before sitting with Penny and your Aunt to watch the girls try on dresses.

In the end, they both went with dresses in navy blue. Phoenix opted for a chiffon, v-neck, spaghetti strap, A-line dress with a split up the side. Shay went with an illusion lace scoop neckline and sweetheart bodice, with a full chiffon skirt, a side slit and pockets.

Shay and Phoenix placed orders for their dresses. The owner of the boutique put a rush on their dresses so they’d be in within a month. Your own two dresses would be steam cleaned and pressed and ready for pick up within the week. With dresses taken care of, your group headed out to lunch before you made your way back home.

“Babe!” You called, coming into the house. Both Bradley’s Bronco and Jake’s truck were out front so you knew they were home.

“Hey, Sweets.” Jake said coming into the living room from the kitchen. “How did dress shopping go?”

“Perfect!” You gushed, “I said ‘yes’ to the dress… twice!”

“The same dress?” He asked, confused.

“Nope” You laughed, “I got two dresses. One for the ceremony and one for the reception.”

“Very nice.” He replied, “I’m glad you were able to find your dress, Sweets. Girls have luck too?”

“Yup!” You answered, before pausing to really look at him. Something was off. He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. “Jakey, is everything OK?”

“Yeah,” He responded, unconvincingly, “Everything is fine Sweets. I’m going to head over to Shay’s for a bit now that y’all are done shoppin’. I’ll be back later.” He stopped in front of you, dropping a kiss on your head and giving you a quick hug before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

You stood where you were for a moment, trying to piece together what just happened. The fact that Bradley was still MIA in the house on top of Jake’s weird behavior, you knew something wasn’t right.

“Baby?” You called, walking further into the house. A quick peek into the kitchen revealed no fiance, so you headed for the bedroom. “Bradley?”

“I’m in here, Sunshine.” he finally responded, quietly, his voice wavering a bit. You opened the door to your bedroom to reveal Bradley sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, shoulders slumped.

“Baby, are you OK?” You asked worriedly, walking in and dropping down to your knees in front of him, your hands on his knees. “Roo… what’s wrong?”

“Jake and I got a call…” He whispered, you could see he was struggling with getting the words out.

“From base?” You asked, a sinking feeling settling in your gut.

“Yeah. Admiral Simpson called.” He answered, “We have orders for a 6 week deployment with a special mission. Coyote was called too.”

“Fuck.” You said, getting up and sitting down next to Bradley. “Well… this sucks.”

“It does indeed.” He sighed, “Sunshine, I know this is the worst timing. I’m so sorry. “

“No… nope,”You replied, snapping out of your shock. You turned so you were facing Bradley, “Baby, look at me.”

Reluctantly, Bradley lifted his head, turning his body to face yours. Once he finally made eye contact you could see the red rims around his eyes and knew he was struggling to keep tears back.

“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw.” You said, “You’ve worked too long and too hard to be the amazing damn aviator that you are. You’ve dreamed of this career and you love your job. I am SO fucking proud of you and all you’ve accomplished. I will never begrudge you doing your job. I came into this fully knowing what life is like when in a relationship or married to a Navy Aviator. You never have to apologize for doing your job.”

You paused to make sure he was really listening to you.

“Does the timing kinda suck?” You asked, “A little… but we both know it could be a whole lot worse. It’s a 6 week deployment with a mission… 6 weeks will fly by. We can facetime and text or email when you’re able on the ship. We can plan our perfect wedding over the phone. When you get back, we’ll get married. Gives us something to look forward to.”

“I love you so much, Sunshine.” He replied, pulling you over closer and kissing you fiercely. “We are absolutely getting married as soon as humanly possible once I’m back in San Diego.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me, my love.” You smiled reassuringly at him. “When do you leave?”

“First thing Monday morning.” He replied, “We ship out with the carrier from the Naval Base.”

“Ok, so we still have the rest of the weekend.” You replied, “You can pack while I get some dinner thrown together for us and then we can spend the rest of the night cuddled up watching movies. Then tomorrow we can have the team over to cookout and spend time with our little family.”

“Seriously, Sunshine…” Bradley said, “How did I get so lucky and get such a perfect, beautiful woman to spend the rest of my life with?”

“I think we both hit the jackpot.” You smiled, “It’s kinda what happens when you end up with your best friend.”

“I love you, Sunshine.” He said, leaning in to softly kiss your lips.

“I love you too, Roo.” You replied, smiling against his lips. “Get packing, Flyboy. We’ve got 6 weeks worth of lovin’ and cuddling to fit in and not a lot of time to do it.”

After spending the rest of the day snuggled together and fitting in six weeks of orgasms, the two of you spent the following day surrounded by your makeshift family. Jake had returned with Shay early in the morning so he could pack and you could all get stuff ready for everyone invading. It was a much needed night with your makeshift family.

The night before deployment you spent wrapped in Bradley’s arms. This was the first real deployment for you both as a couple. The Uranium Mission had only been a few days long, but a lot had gone wrong in that short time. You didn’t know anything about this deployment or special mission and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious. You’d just gotten Bradley back and everything had been going so perfectly…you were afraid the other shoe was about to drop.

“I can feel you thinking, Sunshine.” Bradley whispered, kissing your forehead. “What’s on your beautiful mind?”

“I’m just…worried.” You admitted, “Promise me you’ll do everything you can to come back to me.”

“Always, Baby.” He said, holding you tighter to him, “I will always do everything I can to get back home to you.”

“And make sure Jake doesn’t do anything stupid or overly dangerous?” You asked, already knowing Bradley would do everything he could to protect the other pilot as well.

“I promise.” He said, “And when I get home, you and I are getting married, Sunshine. It’s what’s going to keep me going for 6 weeks without my best girl.”

“I love you Bradley.” You whispered, lifting your head to kiss him.

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, capturing your lips again.

The morning came too quickly. You were in the kitchen with Shay getting breakfast ready for the guys so they’d have something filling and warm to eat before they shipped out with the carrier. Bradley and Jake were getting showered and dressed in their uniforms and making sure they had everything packed.

“Something smells amazing.” Bradley said, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you.

“You ladies have been busy.” Jake said, dropping a kiss on Shay’s head before grabbing a mug down to get coffee.

“Just making sure we send our men off with a hearty home cooked meal.” You replied, “It seems it’s turning into a tradition of sorts.”

“One that I am not sad that we continue.” Bradley replied, turning you around and leaning down to capture your lips with his. “Although I could do without the whole deployment bit.”

“That’s literally your job, Roo.” You laughed, “And your own fault for being so damn good at what you do.”

“She’s got you there, Rooster.” Jake laughed, “Although, I admit, I used to be fine deploying for however long was needed, it never bothered me… now… I’m hoping the six weeks go fast.”

“Us too, Babe.” Shay said, wrapping her arms around him, “You’ll both be back to us in no time.”

“In one piece.” You clarified, leveling them both with a look before aiming it at Bradley, “WITH your planes INTACT this time.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jake laughed. He loved how fiercely protective you were of those you loved, and he was happy he’d made it on your list.

“You crash one plane…”Bradley sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“It was technically two.” You sassed, “You may have had help from my dad on the second one but that landing on the carrier was classified as a crash landing.”

“Again, she’s got you there, Rooster.” Jake said, proudly taking your side.

“No injuries, no broken planes.” Shay said, “Just our two favorite aviators safe and sound.”

“Have I finally cracked the top of the list, Sweets?” Jake asked, pouting sweetly and batting his bright green eyes at you. He knew you had a soft spot for him and was using it against you.

“If it’ll make you fly safer and get you home in one piece…” You replied, laughing, “Then, yes, Jakey. You’re my second favorite currently mission bound Top Gun Aviator.”

“That was extremely specific, Sweets.” He pouted, “I’m getting demoted to lower on the list when we’re back, aren’t I?”

“Come home safely and we’ll negotiate.” You teased, “Shay, you have your hands full with this one.”

“I do.” She agreed, smirking, “But he’s worth it.”

“I’ll give you that one.” You agreed, “He is worth it.”

Once the guys had eaten, it was time to get them to the carrier. This is the part you hated the most. It had always been the part you hated with your dad too. You’d said enough goodbyes to last a lifetime already.

You stood on the deck surrounded by families saying goodbye to their sailors and aviators.

“I’ll see you in six weeks, Sunshine.” Bradley said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you, Y/N Mitchell.”

“I love you too, Bradley Bradshaw.” You said, trying to smile through your tears, but failing miserably. “Be safe, Roo. I need you to come home. You promised I could steal your last name.”

“Sunshine, you don’t have to steal it, it’s yours.” He replied, kissing you sofly. It was though he was trying to pour every ounce of his love into that kiss. “I’ll call as often as I can and we can keep nailing down wedding plans. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“I’m holding you to that, Flyboy.” You replied.

“Stay safe, Rooster.” Your dad said joining your group. You’d had a feeling he’d be here to see his aviators off, but especially to be here to say goodbye to Bradley and provide moral support to you once he’d left.

“Will do, Mav.” He replied, turning to hug your dad. “Can you keep my Sunshine out of trouble while I’m gone?”

“I’ve been trying to do that since the day she was born, Kid.” Mav laughed, “Firecracker has always had a mind of her own.”

“I’ll keep her busy with wedding plans.” Shay offered, laughing, “That should curb some of the trouble.”

“Or create more.” Jake laughed.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, “I’m not the one getting into trouble when you’re gone, Bradshaw! YOU are the one getting into trouble when left unsupervised.”

“I want to point out that I had supervision on the last mission.” He said, defending himself.

“My dad does not count as supervision when in a plane, Roo.” You rolled your eyes, “I thought it was you supervising, but you were just as crazy as he was.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him, Sweets.” Jake promised, “No worries. Just plan the perfect wedding and I’ll make sure he’s at the altar for you.”

“Thank you, Jakey.” You replied, smiling warmly at him. You turned, pulling him into a hug. “I need you to come back safely too. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweets” he whispered, holding you tightly, “I promise not to do anything stupid. I’ve got people to come home to now.”

After several more tearful hugs and a final kiss with your fiance, they headed off towards the gangway to board the carrier. You stood with Shay and your dad watching them walk away, taking a piece of your heart with them.

“Wow.” Mav said standing with his arm around you, “You’re right, Firecracker… this is awful. I’ve never been on this side of the goodbye before.”

“Welcome to the club, Dad.” You remarked, trying to keep the bitterness from your voice. You’d forgiven him, you truly had, but old feelings bubbled to the surface sometimes…especially times like this when you were once again sending someone you loved off on a ship.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He said softly, pulling you close to him. He dropped a kiss on your head, doing his best to offer you comfort.

“It’s ok, Daddy.” You sighed, “Guess this means you’re on wedding plan duty with me since my fiance is now unavailable.”

“Firecracker, I’d be more than honored to help you with anything you need.” He said. “Have you two eaten yet?”

“Yeah, we made the boys breakfast before bringing them here.” You replied, “Do you have to work today?”

“I do, but it’s a classroom day for a new group of recruits.” He replied, “So I’ll be done early.”

“Want to come over for dinner?” You asked, “You can see if Penny wants to come, if she’s got help at the bar.”

“Sounds good, Sweetheart.” He replied, “I’ll let you know when I’m done today and I’ll call Penny to see if she’s available.”

“Perfect,” You said, “Amelia too. We’ll make it a family dinner. Shay… that means you too.”

“I will happily accept.” She said, “I’ve got to go to work for a bit today… I tried to get the day off but my boss was being an ass. I am so ready to quit.”

“How much longer before you’re REALLY ready?” You asked, knowing she was waiting to be closer to completing her novel. “Maybe quitting would actually help you get more writing time… and less stress might help your writing inspiration too.”

“That’s what Jake said too.” She laughed, “We’ll see. Just let me know what time and what you’d like me to bring.”

“I’ll let you know the time, but just bring you…and maybe stuff to stay the night.” You replied, “Being in Jake’s bed might help a little tonight.”

“I would actually love that.” She replied, “I’m not looking forward to 6 weeks without him.”

“You can stay with me as much as you want, because honestly… I’m not looking forward to being alone.” You said, “I went from two roomies to zero.”

“It’ll go fast, girls.” Mav offered, “They’ll be back annoying you in no time.”

“Holding you to that, Dad.” You said.

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The first week of deployment went by fairly quickly and uneventfully. You’d managed to Facetime with Bradley and Jake a few times. The calls were never long enough but it was good to be able to see them and hear their voices. Even with the shorter calls you had been able to iron out a few details for the wedding.

“Dad said he’d be happy to move stuff from the hangar and we could use it for the wedding.” You told Bradley, “Do we want to do the ceremony and reception at the hangar or ceremony at the hangar and then everyone go to the Hard Deck and beach for the reception?”

“It might be easier for everyone to be closer to town and with access to Ubers than to try to get everyone safely home from the hangar.” Bradley rationalized.

“Good point.” You laughed, “I’ll talk to Penny. Do you want me to wait for you to get home to find a caterer and get the cake ordered?”

“Not unless they can pull it all off in a week because I wanna marry you immediately, Sunshine.” He replied, pouting. “That's all that’s gonna get me through this.”

“Ok.” You agreed, “I will take care of it and get us a caterer and cake. What flavor do you want?”

“Can we do a layer of chocolate?” He asked, “Or maybe we just have a small cake for us to cut and then like cupcakes or something for the rest…it’s a small enough guest list, it should work.”

“I like that idea, Roo!” You replied, “Easier too if we just have a tower of cupcakes for everyone.”

“I request coconut!” Jake said leaning over Bradley’s shoulder, “Or Strawberry.”

“I got it, Jakey.” You laughed, “I will make sure you have one of those!”

“We’ve really got to stop spoiling him so much, Sunshine.” Bradley teased, “He’s becoming quite the diva.”

“He’s your diva for the time being.” You laughed, “I’m allowed to spoil my adopted big brother.”

“Love you, Sweets!” Jake yelled.

“Love you too, Jakey.” You replied. “And I love you, Bradley. Stay safe please. Only 5 more weeks!”

In week 2 of deployment you managed to iron out a caterer who also did cakes so you’d killed two birds with one stone. You did chocolate with a mousse filling for the small cake you and Bradley would cut and eat together, then an assortment of flavors in cupcakes, including strawberry and coconut for Jake.

Penny had been thrilled to have you host the reception at the bar and said she’d handle ordering the drinks and set up in the bar. Your dad had jumped in helping when he wasn’t at work with ironing out a set up for the hangar for the actual ceremony, including building a makeshift altar with an arch you and Bradley would stand under.

“What about if we talk to Frank about chartering a plane for everyone to get from the ceremony back to his airport then we charter a party bus to get everyone safely to the Hard Deck.” Mav suggested, “What way we don’t have to worry about transportation. You can send the wedding party and guests on the chartered plane and you and Bradley can take the Mustang or even your plane and fly together.”

“That’s a perfect idea, Dad.” You said, “I love the idea of Bradley and I flying together too.”

“I’ll call Frank.” he offered, “What’s left on the list?”

“I think just little stuff now. Bradley and I will need to get our marriage license when he gets home but that only takes a day or two.” You said, “We’ve got the jukebox at the Hard Deck for music, so we wouldn’t really need a DJ… CRAP! We need someone to officiate the wedding!”

“Firecracker, you know enough Naval officers, that’s not a major detail.” Your dad laughed, “We can ask one of the admirals… maybe not Cyclone though.”

“I dunno…” You laughed, “That could be funny.”

“So you have almost everything planned with a month to go….” Your dad pointed out, “Firecracker, we may need to invent things to plan or do to keep you from going crazy.”

“I don’t want the wedding to get too crazy or big.” You said, “If need be, I’ll just pick up extra charters from Frank to stay busy.”

“That’s probably a better plan.” He acknowledged.

Week three, the halfway point, seemed to be the hardest. By then you were really missing Bradley and you were feeling more anxious. Facetime calls had gotten even shorter. You got an occasional email from him letting you know he was safe, just busy. You’d sent pictures to try to help keep him from being too homesick.

“This sucks!” You sighed, throwing yourself down onto the couch next to Shay. It was the end of the 3rd week. You had three full weeks to go and both of the men had gone radio silent. “This is when my imagination gets the best of me.”

“I’m sure they’re just training or maybe in an area with really bad reception” Shay reasoned, “No news is good news.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” You replied, “I just…. Miss them.”

“Me too.” She replied, “Rather than us both sit here and sulk, let’s go bug Aunt Penny at the Hard Deck.”

“Deal.” You said, “I’ll call Phoenix and see if she and the rest of the squad will be there.”

“Perfect.” Shay replied, “We can celebrate me turning in my two week notice at the clinic.”

“WHAT?” You exclaimed, “SHAY! Congratulations! Full time writer!”

“Yup.” She laughed, “Thanks, Y/N. I’m nervous though… I’ve still got bills to pay, so being unemployed is scary.”

“First of all, you’re not unemployed,” You rolled your eyes, “Second of all, you can always move in here with us! You and Jake can share a room, or we have an extra bedroom if you’d rather.”

“That’s something I’d have to talk to Jake about.” She replied, “I don’t just want to encroach on his space like a crazy girlfriend.”

“I’d be willing to bet a paycheck…or my plane… that Jake wouldn’t mind you moving in here.” You said, “I definitely won’t be surprised when you’re planning a wedding not too far in the future here.”

“As much as I would love that…” Shay said, “I don’t know if Jake is ready for that yet, and I’m honestly perfectly happy just being with him.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged, “Either way, you’ve got a place to land if you need it.”

“Thank you!” Shay said, hugging you. “Let’s go get drunk with friends.”

“Let’s!” You replied, laughing.

Week four brought you more charters from Frank to keep yourself busy. You found yourself getting more and more anxious the longer you were without Bradley. It didn’t help matters that you hadn’t been able to talk to him in three days. You did your best to not automatically think the worst, but you had a very overactive imagination.

“Firecracker, you know more than anyone that no news is good news.” Your dad said, “If something had happened we’d know.”

“You and I both know that the Navy doesn’t care that I’m his fiance, Dad.” You said, “Until we’re married, I’m not his family. And Jake’s POS parents would find out something happened before us too.”

“You’re listed as Bradley’s emergency contact and next of kin, Sweetheart.” Mav said, “I watched him file the paperwork myself. Jake listed you and Shay as his. Trust me, if anything bad had happened, you’d know.”

“I just…. I can’t shake the feeling that everything is going too smoothly.” You said, “Our wedding is all planned and just waiting for my groom to come home. We’ve been all smooth sailing since you all came back from the big mission. I guess…I’m just scared, Dad.”

“What are you scared of?” He asked

“I’m scared something is going to happen and I’m going to lose everything again.” You said quietly. “I feel like I’m finally living the life I’ve always dreamed of… except for not having Uncle Tommy still here. I’ve got you in my life again, I’ve got the big brother I always wanted in Jake, I’ve got actual real friends who’ve become my extended family… but mostly, I’ve got Bradley back…and not just as my best friend. I’m in love with him, and he loves me. He’s my soulmate, Dad. I’ve lived a life without him, I dunno that I’m strong enough to do it again.”

“I understand where these feelings are coming from… it’s all very valid, Sweetheart.” Your dad said, pulling you into his arms and holding you. “None of that is going anywhere though. Jake and Bradley will be back in a little over 2 weeks now. A week after that you’ll be married. I’m not going anywhere, Firecracker. You’ll always have me. And you Uncle is most definitely watching over everyone, keeping everyone safe.”

“Thanks, Dad.” You said, sniffling and trying to stop the tears from flowing.

“It’s my job…one that I’ve not always been good at… but my job nonetheless, to be here to support you when you need it.” He replied, “Come on, let’s go for a ride and to get some milkshakes.”

Week five was a little more bearable. You were in the home stretch. You hadn’t heard from either Bradley or Jake, but you kept telling yourself your dad was right and you’d know if something had happened. You decided to throw yourself into cleaning the house top to bottom so the men would have a nice clean home to come home to. You also reorganized anything you could find that needed reorganizing.

“Ok, I’m staging an intervention.” Shay said, at the end of the week while you were alphabetizing the canned goods in the pantry, “It’s time to get you out of the house. I called your Aunt Sarah and Penny. Phoenix is joining us too. We’re having an impromptu spa day followed by drinks. It’s time to get you out of this house.”

“What if Bradley or Jake try calling us and we’re unable to answer because we’re neck deep in mud or have wet nails?” You asked.

“Y/N.” Shay said, “If they happen to call, I’m sure one of the nice people at the spa will hold the phone up so we can talk to them. This is non-negotiable, Chick. You’re literally losing your mind here.”

“You’re probably right.” You sighed, “If I can’t get through a 6 week deployment without losing it, how am I going to survive a 6 month or YEAR deployment?”

“Well, let’s just hope you have a kid or five by that point so you have something to keep you occupied.” She laughed.

“FIVE?” You exclaimed, “That is a lot of Bradshaw children, Shay! Especially if they take after their dad!”

“Yeah, but you could handle it.” She said, “Besides, maybe by then they’ll have Seresin cousins.”

“YES!” You said, “We have to have babies that become best friends and cousins too!”

“I’ll let you tell Jake that.” She said, “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Oh, I will” You promised, “And he’ll be all over that.”

“Ok, let’s go. It’s spa time.” She laughed.

The two of you arrived at the spa, your aunt, Penny, and Phoenix were already there waiting.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Your aunt greeted, hugging you. “I’ve been hearing this first deployment is a little rough. You should have told me. I’d have talked you down.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said, “You’re busy with the kids.”

“I am never too busy for my Godbaby.” She said, leveling you with a look that meant business.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You smiled.

“Come here, Kiddo.” Penny said, pulling you into a hug. “Let’s get you all pampered and relaxed.”

“Yes please.” You laughed, “Apparently I need it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m anxious for them to get back too.” Phoenix said, hugging you, “It sucks being on the part of the crew left behind.”

“You’d tell us if there was anything to report, right?” You asked, “I just… I’m worried something happened again and I won’t know…”

“I promise, if I heard anything I’d tell you.” She said, “They’re fine, and I know both of them will be blowing up your phones the second they’re able to.”

You all spent the day being pampered. They’d surprised you with a trial run for your wedding hair, complete with a trim and color. The stylist had curled your hair, pulling half up and pinning it back. Your veil would clip in and hang down your back on your wedding day. A makeup artist did your make up in soft natural colors, giving you just a little color but not being overstated. After the spa you’d all gone to the Hard Deck for a couple of drinks. Your aunt left after one beer to get home to the kids. Penny made her way behind the bar, leaving just you, Shay and Phoenix to grab a corner booth.

In the middle of Phoenix telling a funny story of the Daggers from their training days, your phone rang, playing Bradley’s ringtone.

“Bradley!” You gasped, digging your phone from your pocket and moving out of the booth. “Be right back!”

You tapped to answer the FaceTime call as you sprinted out of the bar to the back patio where it was quieter but there was still light.

“Hey, Sunshine.” Bradley said , smiling tiredly when you’d connected. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, beautiful!”

“Bradley!” You exclaimed, soaking in the sight of him, feeling some of the tension release from your shoulders. “I’ve missed your face so much, Roo.”

“I miss you too, Sunshine.” He sighed, “Do damn much.”

“Are you ok?” You asked, anxiously.

“I’m ok.” He assured you, “Just really tired. It’s been… a lot here. I can’t wait to get home to you.”

“We’re almost there, Roo.” You replied, “Just two more weeks. How did the mission go? I’ve been really worried.”

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He said, “We were on radio silence so I couldn’t call. The mission went alright. It went according to plan, no lost planes.”

“Good.” You smiled, “I’m glad you’re not costing the US government more planes. But even happier that you’re safe.”

“Have to get home to my girl.” He smiled, “She promised to marry me when I get there.”

“Lucky girl!” You smirked.

“It’s me that’s the lucky one, Sunshine.” He replied, “Hope you’re ready for an amazing Honeymoon. Just the two of us.”

“I can’t wait, Bradley.” You said. “Everything is ready for us to get married. I just need my groom.”

“I’ll be there, Sunshine.” He promised. “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N. Are you at the Hard Deck?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, heart melting at the way he was looking at you. “Shay staged an intervention for me today. We did a spa day with Phoenix, Penny and Aunt Sarah. Then we ended up here for some drinks.”

“Intervention?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion, “What’s that about?”

“I may have had a little too much nervous energy…” You replied, “I cleaned the whole house, reorganized, and had moved on to alphabetizing the pantry…”

“Sunshine, is everything ok?” He asked, concerned, “Why so much nervous energy?”

“I just miss you, and the house is too quiet.” You sighed, “I started to get into my head, kept imagining the worst. Dad had to talk me down a couple of times. I guess now that I have you, I’m scared to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Sunshine.” He said, “I refuse to miss the chance to spend forever with the person I love most in this world.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” You said, desperately fighting the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry while on the phone with him. “So, so much.”

“I’ll be home soon, Baby.” He said, “You’ll be back in my arms and I will never let go.”

“Holding you to that, Flyboy.” You smiled, “Be safe.”

“Always.” He replied, “I should be able to call or email regularly now until we hit port. I’ll see you at the dock in two weeks.”

“I’ll be there.” You promised. “Tell Jakey I love him and to stay safe too. And have him call Shay if he hasn’t already.”

“Will do. He was grabbing a shower first then planned to call her.” He said, “Have fun tonight, Sunshine. Drink a beer for me.”

“I will.” You promised, “Love you.”

“Love you too” He replied, before you both ended the call.

You sat there a minute collecting yourself and drying your eyes not wanting to have a tear streaked face going back in.

You sent a quick text to your dad letting him know you’d just talked to Bradley and everything was ok, then got up and walked back into the bar. Before heading back to the table, you went to the bar to get another beer.

“Everything ok?” Penny asked, “I saw you light out of here.”

“Yeah,” You beamed, “Bradley called. I wanted to be able to hear him. He’s good. Really tired, but good.”

“I’m happy he was finally able to call.” She smiled, “It’ll be nice when he’s back home playing away on the piano.”

“I can’t wait.” You agreed, “I’m going to head back over. Shay may be running out shortly. Jake is calling after his shower.”

“She’ll be relieved to hear his voice.” Penny said, “This is still really new to her.”

“She’s doing better than me I think” You laughed, “Or really good at hiding it.”

You headed back to the booth with the girls, setting your beer down.

“Be ready to run out.” You told Shay, smiling, “Bradley said Jake would be calling you as soon as he was out of the showers.”

“Thank FUCK!” She exclaimed, “They’re good though, right? All in one piece?”

“Yup!” You said, laughing, “Exhausted but good.”

“Ok!” She replied, “Exhausted is acceptable. I’m going to go outside and wait for him to call.”

Week 6 went much faster than the previous weeks. You made sure everything was ready for the wedding the following week, double checking with all the vendors to make sure nothing went wrong. Frank confirmed he’d have a chartered plane and pilot ready to get your guests where they needed to be. He also said he’d have your plane fueled and ready for you to head out on your honeymoon after the wedding. Bradley was planning that one with the help of the squad. It was a super secret mission so you had no idea where you were heading. You knew now you’d be taking your own plane though.

When you weren’t double and triple checking details, you were flying charters for Frank. You figured the busier you stayed the faster the week went.

“I can’t believe our men are finally home tomorrow!” Shay exclaimed the night before you were scheduled to be on the docks to welcome home your men.

“The last six weeks have felt like an eternity.” You sighed, plopping down onto the couch. “We got lucky too… the deployment didn’t get extended.”

“Wait… that’s a thing?” She asked, joining you on the couch. “Even when they say a specific timeline?”

“Yup” You confirmed, “I can’t tell you how many times my dad was only supposed to be gone on a ‘short’ deployment, only for it to end up getting extended. Once he was only supposed to be deployed for 6 months and it kept extending until he’d been gone an entire year.”

“That’s shitty!” Shay exclaimed, “No wonder you have resentment towards the Navy.”

“Yeah… but this time I kinda did sign up for it.” You laughed at the irony. “As a kid, it was just the hand I was dealt with having a dad in the Navy. As an adult… I chose this life.”

“Regrets?” She asked

“Absolutely zero.” You replied firmly, “I choose Bradley. I’ll always choose him. Flying is part of who he is and I love him completely. I will happily wait for him, holding down the homefront while he does his thing. I just might need to find more to keep me occupied while he’s gone.”

“What are the odds they all get to stay together to finish out their careers?” Shay asked.

“Slim to none.” You sighed, “They can keep requesting Top Gun or San Diego as their duty stations but if they want to keep promoting and are in this for life… they’ll be split and sent off at some point.”

“Well that sucks.” Shay said, “I’ve kinda grown attached to these hooligans.”

“Me too” You laughed, “But we don’t have to worry just yet. They just got reassigned to Top Gun 6 months ago as a squadron so I’m sure they’ve got a bit before anyone has to worry about relocation.”

“Let’s hope so!” She replied, “Everything ready here for them?”

“Yup!” You said, “Kitchen is stocked with all their favorite foods, the house is cleaned, all of Bradley’s Hawaiian shirts are clean and ready for him…”

“I made sure Jake’s room was all clean too.” Shay said, “Clean sheets and all.”

“I’m sure he’s loved that you’ve been sleeping in his bed while he’s gone” You teased, “At this point, for real… Please move in!”

“Let’s see how it all shakes out when they’re back.” She replied. “If Jake wants me to move in…or to get a place together… I’m more than happy to. I’m sure you and Rooster are going to want time alone when you’re married to settle in. An extra person living here might be annoying.”

“We love you guys and there’s plenty of room here.” You insisted.

“For now.” She winked, “We’ve got bets going on how long after the wedding it takes for you two to start your family.”

“Wow.” You laughed, “I’m not opposed to jumping right in. Lord knows we’ve waited long enough and we both know that life’s too short. It’s definitely something Bradley and I need to talk about though.”

The next day stood on the dock waiting for them to be dismissed and allowed to leave the ship. Your dad and Penny were there, mostly to keep you and Shay from overtaking the ship to get to your men, but also because they wanted to see the guys. You and Shay alternated between pacing and fidgeting, both ready to tackle your men the second you could.

“I see movement.” Your dad said, bringing your attention back to the deck of the carrier. The gangway was now in place and you could in fact see people starting to make their way down to the dock. Your eyes stayed glued to the gangway watching for either Bradley or Jake.

“Ugh, why can’t they just hop in their jets and meet us at the air base?” You complained, “Finding them would be easier.”

“Patience, Firecracker.” Mav laughed, “They’ll be just as anxious to get off the boat and to you both as you are for them to get off. Trust that they’re hurrying.”

“They need to hurry faster.” Shay said, now on her tiptoes to get a better view. “They need more pep in their step!”

“There they are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a pair of very familiar aviators. “Holy shit, they’re in dress whites. I’m dead.”

Your dad and Penny laughed, rolling their eyes.

“Can’t they just push their way to the front?” Shay asked, “They’re officers after all.”

“You two are hilarious.” Penny said laughing, “I’m really glad I’m here to witness this.”

“I could do without the lusting after officers in dress whites.” Your dad replied dryly.

“Not just any officer.” You corrected, “Just MY officer.”

They finally found a pocket and were able to slip past, now making double time towards you and Shay.

“SUNSHINE” Bradley called as soon as he spotted you. You took off running towards him, launching into his arms when you got to him. His arms came around you to hold you steady, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck, you feel so good, Baby. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Bradley.” You replied, tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You pulled away to look at him before slamming your lips against his in a searing kiss. Your arms were locked around his neck, fingers lacing together. His cover was knocked back, off kilter on his head but he didn’t care. He had his Sunshine in his arms and he was too invested in the kiss.

Finally needing air, you pulled back slightly, not enough to put real space between the two of you, but enough where you could look into his warm, honey eyes. You smiled, taking him all in.

“Welcome home, Flyboy.” You finally said, fixing his cover on his head for him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He smiled widely, “It’s so fucking good to be home.”

He carefully set you down, making sure you were steady. You both moved closer to where Mav and Penny were standing.

“Welcome home, Bradley,” Mav said, pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks, Mav.” He replied, “I’ve never been happier to get off a carrier before.”

“I bet.” He laughed. “I honestly thought I was going to have to block these two from charging the ship in search of you and Jake.”

“We were getting ready stampede everyone ahead of us.” Bradley laughed, winking at you. “Needed to get to our girls.”

“SWEETS!” Jake exclaimed, having joined the group after his own reunion with Shay. He held his arms out, “Come here!”

You laughed quickly moving into his outstretched arms. “I missed you Jakey!”

“Missed you too Sweets.” He replied, squeezing you tightly. You hugged him back just as tightly knowing this was probably the first time he’d ever had a welcoming committee upon returning from a longer deployment. Bradley too. That’s why you’d planned a welcome home party for them all at the Hard Deck the next night.

“Alright, I’ll bet the two of you want showers, to change clothes and a decent meal.” Penny said, “Not getting any of that here on this dock.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Bradley said, “And I promised my girl I’d be holding her once I got off the ship, and I wouldn’t be letting go.”

“Take me home, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You said, laughing.

“Happily, soon to be Mrs. Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” He replied. “I can’t wait until next week, Sunshine.”

“Me either.” You answered, kissing him.

Later that night tucked in bed, held tightly in Bradley’s arms the two of you were finally able to fully relax.

“I think I missed this the most.” You said quietly, tracing patterns over Bradley’s bare chest with your fingers. “Just being in your arms, hearing your heartbeat, being able to touch you.”

“Me too, Sunshine.” He said, dipping his head to kiss the top of your head. “I haven’t slept for shit in six weeks. I need you snuggled into me, to smell the flowery lotion you use before bed, the feel of your breath on my skin. I honestly don’t know how I survived without you for so damn long.”

“Good thing we never have to go back to being without one another.” You said, “We get forever, Roo.”

“I’m banking on longer than forever, Sunshine.” He replied, “I love you”

“I love you too, Roo.” You said, turning your head to kiss his chest. You snuggled in closer, your hand over his heart, and the two of you drifted off into a restful sleep.

A/N: Next up for Sunshine and Bradley is their wedding!!! I hope you’re still enjoying these two as much as I love them! Please let me know what you think!!

Taglist: @gracespicybradshaw @memoriesat30, @khaylin27, @snekssss, @shanimallina87 @atarmychick007 @jstarr86 @marantha @taytaylala12 @theweekndhistorybook @happylittlereader @hobiismyhopeu @krismdavis @itsdesiree86

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun fanfiction #Miles Teller #Stubborn Hearts

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pan-de-queer · 1 year

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valleys behind your kneecaps (supercorp)

Genre: Fluff, No Powers AU

Summary:

Sam clasps her hands together as she leans almost halfway over the table. “Will you please do this for me?” “Sam—” “I’ll never complain about your restaurant choices ever again, you can keep the modeling payment, and I’ll buy you lunch for two weeks straight.” “I’m an heiress, Sam, I really don’t need the payment or free lunch.” “That last part wasn’t a bribe, it’s a threat.” Lena scoffs, rolling her eyes as she fights a smile. “Fine. I’ll do your little modeling thing.”

Or: Lena's a med student, Kara's an artist, and somehow they still fall in love.

Author's Note: i did a writing test for work and i couldn't get my head to write original blorbos without an outline so i wrote supercorp instead and then changed the names so this is the og of that test (but longer bc i can't shut up about these idiots fr) oh also happy belated(??) valentines i guess! title from Kindling by Caitlyn Siehl and unbetaed for now (knowing me, the fic might get longer when i edit lol)

UPDATE: i edited :))) and added around 500+ words

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valleys behind your kneecaps

Lena rarely ever gets time for herself.

It comes with the territory, she knows that. Being a med student means sacrificing a lot to become the doctor the Luthors have always expected of her.

It probably helps that her social life wasn’t all that affected.

Her grand total of three friends all understood the pressure she was under and the work she constantly has to do to stay on top. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t force her to take a break every now and then.

Which is how Lena finds herself here, at Noonan’s, enjoying brunch with Sam on a sunny Thursday morning. Or, well, she was enjoying it until Sam gets a call from Ruby’s school and asks for a favor. A weird one.

“You want me to model for you?” Lena laughs, her sides cramping up. She laughs so hard she chokes on her kale and salmon salad. She laughs until she realizes that Sam isn’t laughing along. Until she realizes that Sam is dead serious.

“Oh.” Lena blinks, jaw clamping shut at Sam’s wide, pleading eyes.

“Please, Lena, it’s in half an hour and they wouldn’t be able to find a replacement so last minute and you know how Ruby gets when I make her wait.”

“She gets it from you,” Lena scoffs, dusting nonexistent dirt off the spot next to her coffee. “Besides, shouldn’t I be coming along to check on Ruby’s health?”

“Okay, first of all, rude! Secondly, you’re a medical student training to be a surgeon, not a pedia.”

“It’s not like I don’t know enough of the basics to check on her.”

“No. The school nurse already gave her the all-clear she just needs to go home and rest. Now.” Sam clasps her hands together as she leans almost halfway over the table. “Will you please do this for me?”

“Sam—”

“I’ll never complain about your restaurant choices ever again, you can keep the modeling payment, and I’ll buy you lunch for two weeks straight.”

“I’m an heiress, Sam, I really don’t need the payment or free lunch.”

“That last part wasn’t a bribe, it’s a threat.”

Lena scoffs, rolling her eyes as she fights a smile. “Fine. I’ll do your little modeling thing.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Sam drops a sloppy kiss on Lena’s forehead before she grabs her things, backing away with her purse in one hand and her phone in the other. “The class is in Studio C. Just tell the instructor I sent you! Thank you!”

Sam disappears out the doors before her last thank you even ends and Lena’s left alone with her half-eaten brunch and a sudden appointment to keep.

The things Lena does for her friends.

With a sigh, Lena finishes her salad and coffee before exiting the café that stood right across the cursed art studio. Sam had been modeling part-time for DEO Studio for almost two years now and had even invited Lena and their usual friend group (consisting of Jack and Andrea) to take some beginner’s classes for fun. Lena had never accepted the offer, of course, what with all the studying and hospital rounds she always had to do, but she’d always been supportive of her friend’s varying choice of part-time jobs (she kept trying to convince Sam to just ask for a raise, after all, she’d been the one to convince Lex to hire her, but Sam was too much of a wimp to negotiate with Lillian).

As Lena walks across the cracked, paved street and pushes open clear, glass doors, she wonders if she’s being a little too supportive this time.

The inside of the studio is clean and minimalist, brick walls painted white surrounds the space with a simple, wooden front desk greeting everyone who enters. A small waiting lounge is lined up in front of the studio’s towering glass windows and the walls have fewer paintings and pictures than Lena assumed there’d be in an art studio. A large, sculpted art piece stands off to the side to seemingly make up for the lack of them.

“Hello! Welcome to DEO Studio.” A young woman greets her from behind the desk. “Can I help you with anything?”

Lena shuffles towards the reception desk, the weight of Sam’s favor slowly starting to hit her. “Um, yes. My friend, Samantha Arias, had an emergency to take care of and asked me to sub-in for her modeling work today.”

Truly, the strangest, almost laughable sentence she’s ever said.

Lena?

A model?

Ha!

“Oh! Yes, I’m familiar with Sam. I’m Nia!” Nia stands to offer her a handshake and despite the nerves starting to creep into her chest, Lena takes it with all the poise of an heiress.

“Hi, Nia. Lena. Sam said that the class is in Studio C and that I should tell the instructor she sent me?”

“Yes, alright, let me lead you to the studio and I can explain the situation to the instructor.”

Nia circles around the desk to lead her down the entrance to the left and Lena follows with a soft, “Thank you so much.”

Lena folds her hands behind her back to keep them from twisting, a habit Lillian is still trying to fix. Instead, Lena focuses on the way the studio is laid out, channeling her nerves into taking stock of her surroundings. The hallways are as white and nondescript as the front room, but Lena takes note of the two photography studios and a sculpting studio that they pass before stopping at a nondescript glass door at the end of the hall.

Nia enters first and holds the door open for her to follow. When she enters, the first thing Lena notices is that while the room remains white, paintings and drawings and posters litter two free walls from floor to ceiling. One wall is covered with shelving, closets, cabinets, and a dressing room, neatly labeled with big, printed stickers, while a huge panel of windows cover the wall opposite the door. A small, raised platform stands in the middle of the room, far enough from the door to be difficult to see immediately but right in the middle of the well-lit room.

Seven easels circle the platform with three of the wooden chairs accompanying each easel already occupied by an artist setting up their sketchpad and materials. An eighth easel stands in the far left corner of the room, farthest from the windows and door, and has a tall, tan goddess standing next to it who seems occupied with organizing her own materials.

Lena is frozen at the sight of the woman, but Nia walks straight towards the Adonis of a blonde, exchanging a hushed conversation that includes a few glances her way that Lena uses as an excuse to politely take a look at the woman she assumes she’s working with.

The maybe-instructor is taller than her, looking down at Nia with a furrow between her blonde brows and an adorable tilt to her head. She wears cute, blocky glasses that frame eyes that, without even seeing them, Lena knows are gorgeous. Plump pink lips are twisted into a frown as the woman nods at whatever Nia is telling her. She’s dressed in a comfy-looking plaid button up, the sleeves rolled up tightly on her forearms and her biceps obviously straining under the cotton. Before Lena’s gaze can fall any lower, though, Nia and the maybe-instructor start walking her way and Lena’s breath catches as she finally gets a good look at the woman’s face.

Bright blue eyes crinkle adorably at the corners as a tan nose wrinkles over a welcoming grin. Lena is pretty sure the woman’s smile can stop wars. It was art in itself.

“Hi!” The woman of Lena’s dreams greets with an outstretched hand as they come to a stop in front of her. “Nia told me that you’re subbing in for Sam and I’m really thankful for the assist! I’m Kara, Kara Danvers.”

By some miracle, Lena’s brain manages to react before she can even fully process what’s happening. Her hand slipping into a warm, calloused one as she replies, “Lena. I’m happy to be here.”

“And we’re glad to have you!” Kara beams, her smile somehow brightening even more. “Follow me and I’ll show you what you’ll be doing for today’s class.”

Like a moth to a flame, Lena followed Kara through the studio, barely remembering to thank Nia for the guidance as Kara starts talking a mile a minute.

“So today’s class is an intermediate drawing class, so everyone’s used to working with a model already. We normally start every model-work class with quick line sketching before you have to do the whole sitting still for an hour thing.” Just when Lena thinks Kara’s finished her explanation, her eyes widen and she keeps going. “Oh! Did Sam tell you you’d have to be sitting still for this? It can feel kind of awkward and cramp-y at first but if you need any breaks you can just signal me and I can give you a minute or two to stretch but—”

“Kara.” Lena lays a hand on the art instructor’s strong, broad shoulder, realizing that if she continued to keep quiet then Kara will never stop. “I get it, it’s fine. And I’ve modeled before, kind of.”

Luthor Corp promotionals and Lillian’s constant need to showcase the perfect family image definitely counts as modeling in Lena’s book.

“Oh! Really? That’s so cool!” Kara seems to breathe a little easier at her touch. “Are you, like, a professional model or something?”

Lena laughs, flattered but also mystified. She knew she had some looks, as many of the wealthy creeps and paparazzi liked to remind her, but she was far from model material. Lillian made sure to remind her of that every time she was pictured out in public.

Still, the fact that Kara thinks so is sweet.

“No, I’m definitely not model material,” Lena shakes her head, smile wry and shoulders tight. “I’m a med student.”

Kara hums, lips pursed thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be all that fair if you were a model. You’d be too perfect. Beauty and brains? Definitely cheating.”

Heat blooms from Lena’s neck to her cheeks, Kara’s smile widening as blue eyes seem to trace every touch of pink on her face. Hoping to pull the attention away from her flaming cheeks, Lena ducks her head and asks, “So, what do I need to do first?”

The question seems to snap Kara back into work mode, because then, Lena’s being shown the different kinds of poses most class models go for before being offered a floor pillow or a chair to model on. Lena chooses the chair and only has enough time to thank Kara for carrying it to the platform before the class begins.

Introductions are made briefly at the start as Lena’s the only new person amongst the group, and then the actual class and modeling starts. Lena builds a rhythm with the warm up sketches, getting comfortable with quick poses and holding them for a minute before moving on to the next. The room is filled with the sound of pencil scratching paper and Lena feels the most relaxed she’s been in years.

There’s something freeing about being a small class model. She isn’t striking any kind of dramatic pose and yet every movement is art. Every slouch of her shoulders and stretch of her leg is something these people can turn beautiful.

(It also helps that Kara praises her after every pose, a warmth Lena refuses to name surrounding her from the inside out.)

A few minutes later, Kara moves to stand next to Lena on the platform with her sketchpad in hand and starts the actual drawing lessons. Lena finds herself captivated with the way Kara speaks, passionate and excited and bright. She watches sure, strong hands wave in every direction, blue eyes widening and narrowing with every explanation and example Kara gives. Eventually, Kara returns to her easel and calls for everyone to start drawing in detail, and Lena manages to fall into a pose sitting comfortably in the direction of the instructor herself.

She uses the position to give her an excuse to look Kara’s way. Watches blonde brows furrowing as Kara stares at her own sketchpad with a slight pout to her pink lips. Steady fingers make varying strokes on the paper as a slender wrist twists this way and that. It’s only a couple minutes later that Lena notices the constant rhythm of Kara’s pencil strokes suddenly still. Green eyes move from long fingers to broad shoulders to tilted lips and then sparkling blues.

Busted.

Kara seems amused at catching Lena staring, even a little pleased if Lena were to believe her imagination. But Lena was never much of a believer, so she put on her Luthor mask and pushed back her embarrassment at being caught, raising a challenging brow instead.

Kara only responds with a smug smile before diving back into her own drawing.

Lena lets out a shaky breath as the attention (or Kara’s attention, at least) shifts. She tries to return to her previous position and attempts to focus on the art scattering the wall.

She fails.

Green eyes unintentionally stray towards bright blue eyes and perfect blonde hair, and then the cycle repeats.

Lena stares.

She gets caught.

Kara smiles.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Fall.

By the time Kara finally calls for everyone to show their drawings, Lena almost feels as if they were flirting.

But why would a walking goddess flirt with her?

“Alright, class!” Kara claps her hands as Lena leans against one of the art-covered walls, finally free from sitting in the middle of the room. “Great work today! I can see that you’re all getting faster and some of you are even developing your own art styles. Keep practicing and I’ll see you all next week!”

The students all leave, none seemingly interested in staying behind for a chat but all giving Kara and Lena a quick glance as they leave.

(So maybe she threw subtle out the window after Kara caught her staring the first time. Sue her.)

Once the last student makes their way out, Kara steps off the platform and makes her way over, smile tilted on her pretty, pink lips.

“You stayed,” Kara’s voice is soft, breathy.

“Well,” Lena smiles, feels her chest warming at the way Kara says it. “I-” was hoping to ask you out. I think you’re super hot; here’s my number. I am so gay. All excellent and accurate choices, really, and yet the words that come out of Lena’s mouth are: “I wasn’t sure if you paid Sam after every class or every month.”

Kara’s eyes widen before a sheepish smile replaces it and suddenly Lena feels like she’s fucked up. “Oh, I almost forgot. I mean, I didn’t! I never forget to pay Sam. Fair pay! Y’know? Um, just, sorry, the modeling payment’s usually with Nia or J’onn.”

Lena feels the warmth start to fade as Kara takes a noticeable step back. Oh. Fuck.

“Wait!” Lena winces at the volume of her own voice but lets out a breath as she watches Kara freeze. “Sorry, I meant, um, I don’t need the payment right now. Or ever, really.”

Kara’s brows furrow as Lena tries to sort through her thoughts. “Well that doesn’t sound fair, Lena. We make it a practice to pay everyone who works for us. I’m pretty sure it’s both unethical and illegal to not pay your employees and when you model for us, you’re technically like a freelance employee. So we’ll obviously pay you for your time.”

“Kara?” Lena rushes in the second Kara pauses for a breath.

“Yeah?”

“I understand the legal requirements and all, but I did this as a favor for a friend, so what I meant was that you can keep the payment and give it to Sam, instead.” Lena smiles, aiming for reassuring. “I don’t need the money, and, honestly, the payment thing wasn’t what I really wanted to say.”

Kara sucks in a breath at the admission, blue eyes wide as a hopeful look crosses her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lena sucks in a breath, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she tries to pluck any semblance of courage to ask a ridiculously gorgeous girl out.

“I really liked your lesson,” Lena starts, far from what she was hoping to say but a start nonetheless.

“Thanks,” Kara smiles, earnest but a little confused. “You did great for a non-professional model.”

Lena chuckles in reply, smile crooked as she tries to bite it down. “Thanks. I had some high expectations to meet.”

“Well, consider them met.”

And Kara’s so sincere, so cute as she stuffs her pencil-smudged hands into her pockets, that Lena decides, fuck it. What does she have to lose? She can ask Kara out and get a date or simply avoid the woman for the rest of her life. Easy.

“Kara,” Lena lets out a breath, green eyes glued to the paint splatter stuck on Kara’s faded sneakers. “I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee some time.”

The words on a date are stuck in her throat, but Lena considers it a big enough win that she asked at all. So she waits, lungs frozen and heart drumming in her chest for a rejection she expects and a miracle she hopes for. She’s focusing on keeping her breathing steady when a warm hand envelopes hers. Slowly, she looks up to find Kara beaming, a smile brighter than every single smile Kara’s given her today combined, blonde waves bouncing up and down excitedly.

“I’d love to have coffee with you some time.” Lena feels Kara’s hand squeeze hers gently before blue eyes crinkle further as Kara’s smile widens impossibly brighter. “But only on one condition.”

“Anything.” Lena says. Everything, she thinks.

Kara leans in closer, close enough that Lena can tell each shade of blue in her eyes. “Can coffee be a date?”

And Lena laughs, because yes. Yes. “I’d love nothing more.”

#cw supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fic #my writing #the prompt was for a student doctor to meet the 'love of their life' in an art studio for the test and my brain went 'that's supercorp'#it's ass o clock in the morning here and i have work in a couple hours so i'll edit later this evening if i finish work early hahahaha #idk how i feel about this the flow doesn't seem smooth to me but! easily fixable for a more coherent brain so #enjoy!!#UPDATE: edited!#queer bread writes

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fritextramole · 1 year

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ggaw23 day 2: jenny & eric headcanons

he's autistic

she's weirdly good at math from all the sewing and it pisses off Dan and Eric

Rufus taught her a little guitar growing up, but she wasn't into it. she picks it back up when he starts teaching Eric

his first crush was Nate, which made him really weird around Nate for a few years. that awkwardness is part of why they aren't close

she bakes when she's upset, and teaches Eric (who never had to cook for himself) how to bake

she realizes shes gay doing some self reflecting after moving to Hudson. he's the first person she talks to about it

after season 4 neither of them follow gossip girl anymore, but they both get texts from their siblings and exchange notes

he transfers to London after 2 years at Sarah Lawrence. they live in a 3 bedroom his trust fund pays for (the third is Jenny's studio/where she stays when Dan/Serena come to visit and stay in her room)

they have a standing Sunday lunch date in lieu of family brunch

they get matching tattoos (@buffyspeak and I were talking about anatomical hearts)

speaking of tattoos, jenny ends up with a full sleeve and a handful more scattered around. (i could write a whole set of headcanons about this. EDIT: here's the headcanons)

she cuts and dyes her hair in the bathroom sink. he does the back to make sure it looks ok. he refuses to let her touch his hair

she graduates a year early and does freelance work from their flat

he changes his plan a few times (he doesn't stick with photography as a career, but maintains the hobby) before ending up in sociology, then working at a nonprofit that focuses on youth mental health

they stay in London until Dan and Serena get engaged and wedding planning drags them back to new york

for a long time they have a pact to be each other's dates to family events. this falls apart the night of the derena wedding when they go to a gay club where he reconnects with his high school sweetheart/future husband Jonathan

(she is initially very not happy with this pact falling apart but comes around and is maid of honor at their wedding)

they have a Spotify playlist they both add songs to that is well over 50 hours long within a year

#I've been building rhis list so why not post it #jenny humphrey #eric van der woodsen #gossip girl #ggaw23 #gg #this show makes me insane

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bastardsallofyou · 11 months

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Over a year ago I wrote this headcanon, and I finally decided to add to it slightly!

It had been a successful week for Anathema and Newt, all things considered. While the idea of moving to a 300 year old bookshop was certainly a revelation for them both, and the country-raised Anathema felt especially out of place, Soho became their niche.

There were a surprising amount of vegan cafes in the area (Newt still argued, jokingly, that “We lived through the end of the world and you’re still worried about sushi? What if the world actually ended tomorrow and you hadn’t had a single hot-dog?” Anathema only had to bring up the fact that Newt had actually been a vegetarian before Armageddon, and they’d shut up quickly. Or, alternatively, make lingering eye contract as she ate. That’d do the trick.)

Clubs were dotted around the area, with neon signs grappling for their attention, but the two were the furthest people from the partying kind. That had been their biggest qualm about moving there- but if a quiet, well-read angel had survived three hundred years in Soho, they could stand a few more. It helped that there seemed to be a miraculous element to the bookshop that blocked out the noise, and filtered the neon flashing into toned-down mood lighting.

And so, they developed a routine. They went on walks in St James’ Park, and had brunch at cafes. They spent afternoons “helping” a certain angel and demon pack up the bookshop, though only three of them actually packed, while one spent hours meticulously dusting and whipping his head around if he heard a noise that sounded too harsh for the packing of one of his precious first editions. They’d watch movies with the curtains drawn, and Newt would attempt to fix Aziraphale’s ancient computer every evening. Occasionally, the pair splashed out on a fancy restaurant for dinner. They’d decided it was an appropriate use for the cash that would mysteriously appear on their coffee table, along with a bunch of flowers.

Depending on the week, the flowers would be one of two combinations. One was wildflowers, bursting displays of scarlet and amber, which changed along with the seasons. A note came alongside them, in the swirling handwriting of someone who had too much time on their hands: “Take care, my loves. Pop over if you need a good cup of tea and a chat.” Newt would rather spend an afternoon trying to fix computers (and failing miserably), as they were afraid they’d just spill the tea on Madame Tracy’s nice, pink carpet. That, and they’d walked in on a particularly flirty dinner date between her and the Sergeant, which had scarred them for life. But Tracey and Anathema had bonded over their shared love of the occult, and the witch knew just the right things to say so that the medium would make her the nicest cup of herbal tea.

The other would be the same year-round: orange pansies and white lilies. Hope, happiness, and a new beginning. And a note. Four words- two in a kind of swirling handwriting that was old and otherworldly rather than painstakingly practised; two in a rushed scribble, though the author had more time on his hands than any of them.

“Thank you.” Times two. One from each of them. One to each of you.

#good omens #Anathema Device #newt pulsifer #fanfiction #crowley #aziraphale #i can't wait for season 2 or the trailer aaaa!!#writing

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Sound Booth

It was hard to believe that Apple was courting you. They were extremely interested in syndicating your, that’s right, YOUR, little true crime blog. Your last series covering the unsolved case of three missing women who had gone for a picnic at Denali National Park had reopened the Alaskan investigation with new information regarding a previous suspect who was already in custody for another similar crime. You were approached by Apple and actually had a couple independent investors who were interested in backing the project. You had a nice set up in London outside Harry’s home studio that would allow you to record the show and was additionally equipped for group interviews and investor advertisement. You’d flown back to it for your first recording and had edited from your laptop while travelling with Harry. It wasn’t as convenient as simply going to an office each day, but you were determined to make it work…even if it meant you spent more time flying than you could’ve ever imagined.

Shortly after the Prague show you’d flown back to record and due to editing had ended up missing Harry’s performance in Austria. Actually, you ended up having to stay back for a couple of days and worked round the clock to get everything completed and ready to broadcast. You’d made it back to Harry around two a.m. and were so exhausted you hardly laid your head down next to him before you were sound asleep. The next morning you wake to a note rather than the man himself because he didn’t have the heart to wake you before he went for a morning workout. On one hand you were so excited by the success of your work, however you were having to adjust to the super busy schedule and trying your best to settling in to seeing Harry less. You missed him tremendously but knew the set up you had in London was state of the art and was making all the difference in getting your work out and successful.

It was early on July 20th and you slept in. Your hotel room in Berlin was just gorgeous, but more importantly, you were enjoying the amazing bed. Maybe you were just tired…it didn’t really matter because at the moment you were just so happy to be sunk into an incredible mattress and tucked in to a warm duvet. Harry had already headed to the venue for an early sound check and to catch a private yoga session before the show. You got up, took a shower, got dressed, and had a quick brunch in the room before you head to the arena yourself. You feel guilty for sleeping in, but you arrived on a red-eye to be there and adding jet lag to the equation meant that you were exhausted by the time you crawled in to bed. It had been days since you’d seen Harry, but you had talked, and video chatted as often as you could during your time in London. You were ecstatic to see the show tonight, but more importantly you were just looking forward to seeing H; you’d missed his hugs, the smell of his skin and seeing him smile.

You arrive at the Mercedes Benz Arena and can’t wait to see him. There was a long line of people waiting to get in…it was astounding the hours people would wait to get the best standing space for one of his arena shows; and it was hours, because the show wasn’t due to start for several hours now. You hope to catch the sound check and then spend some time relaxing before the show. God, you hope it went by fast because truth be told, you were dying for some alone time with Harry and from the sound of his voice on the phone last night he was missing you just as much. He wasn’t any more happy about you being away for work than you were. It is what it is; you both had work to do and there wasn’t any way around that fact.

You hear him before you see him as you walk down the hall toward his dressing room. He was laughing about something and speaking animatedly so you knew he was in a good mood. You shake your head and grin, you were so ready to see him.

The door is ajar and you pause before you step through it. It’s weird to be nervous, but you are. You take a deep breath and push open the door.

He’s expecting the wardrobe people to come in so he doesn’t even bother looking up as you come through the door. Pauli says something and he breaks out into his ridiculously adorable knee slapping laugh.

They both look over and see you at the same time. Harry’s eyes go as big as saucers. He wasn’t expecting you until later.

Pauli excuses himself, kissing your cheek on the way out, pulling the door to as he leaves.

“Hiii,” you say softly, blushing.

He stands up and walks over to you quickly and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. “Fucks sake, love. ‘M s’glad ya ‘ere. Wasn’t expectin’ ya til later.” He says into your neck. He pulls back and places his hands on your cheeks. “Hi baby. Missed ya s’ much.” He says, pressing his lips to yours.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears on your cheeks.

His thumbs wipe at your cheeks. “Don’ cry baby. Ya ‘ere. Ya finally ‘ere an’ ‘m never lettin’ ya leave me again.”

You giggle through your tears and hug him to you again. “Missed you so much, Harry.”

His eyes close as you hug him tight. Jesus, you smell good, he thinks. He can’t quite believe how much he missed you. “Missed ya mo’ than you’ll ever know, darlin’.” He pulls back to take a good look at you. “Ya s’beautiful. Ya even mo’ beautiful…how’s tha’ possible?”

You smile and blush. “It’s not but thank you.”

He smiles that killer smile and your tummy flips.

He rubs his hand over his face. “Gotta surprise fo’ ya. Come wi’ me,” he says, grabbing your hand.

“Wait…where’re we going?”

“You’ll see. C’mon,” he says, tugging your arm.

“Ok,” you say, wondering what on earth he has planned.

He leads you through the maze of tunnels in the arena until you get to a door at the back and he pushes through. This isn’t the view most people get of the rockstar life. It’s all semis and tour buses and little makeshift buildings for all of the crew. It’s teeming with crew members and roadies and they all greet you both as walk by. He finally stops at a trailer and turns to face you. “Meant wha’ I said earlier…never lettin’ ya leave like tha’ again.”

Your brows are furrowed. You’ve literally no idea what he’s on about. He knows you have to have the studio.

He can tell you’re confused. “Trust me?”

You smile. “Yes,” you say softly.

He smiles. “C’mon then,” he says as he pushes open the door and pulls you inside.

You gasp as you walk in, eyes big as saucers. Your hands fly to your face in shock. “Oh my god…Harry! You didn’t!”

He smiles watching your reaction. “I did. I tol’ ya. No mo’ back an’ forth. Ya can do ya podcast from anywhere we are.”

You throw your arms around him. “You’re the best! I can’t believe you did this for me!” You say, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Did it fo’ us. Need ya ‘ere wi’ me. Been a terror…ask the band.”

You giggle. “Thank you, H. This is…just thank you.” You squeeze him tightly around his waist. “I still can’t believe you did this.”

You run your hand over the sound board and even pull the microphone down a little just to test out its movement. You’re gentle and lean down to scrutinize the levers, buttons and knobs. “Harry, I think this is too much for me,” you say pulling your finger to your mouth.

He leans toward you and takes your wrist to move it away from your mouth. “Don’ be nervous, love, we can get ya up ta speed, you remember Gavin, who worked rehearsals wi’ us? He’s gonna be comin’ on full-time fo’ a while an’ he can show ya how ta use everythin’, he’s gonna arrive in a coupla days, but til then I can give ya a quick rundown on how ta work tha board. C’mere,” he says pulling the leather office chair out.

You stop and look around for another chair, but he has other thoughts as he grabs you around the waist and plops you down in his lap.

“Oof, Harry, you don’t have time to show me how to use all this now!” you exclaim waving your hand over the entire sound board and monitors for emphasis.

“Hav’ plenty of time, already ran sound check an’ ‘m jus’ gonna show ya the basics,” he says against your cheek.

You turn to cup his cheeks and thank him properly with a sweet kiss, “Thank you again, you’re so good to me and I just wish I could do something this special for you.”

“Baby, you bein’ here wi’ me is special an’ it’s important ta me, hate It when we’re apart,” he whispers against your lips, “I love ya s’much.”

“I love you too,” you say softly.

“Look,” he says pointing to a blue button, “this powers the board.” He takes your hand and uses your finger and his to push the button and power things up. His other hand is resting gently on your thigh, thumb stroking the skin at the edge of your shorts. “And this slide controls tha volume, see tha lights changing wi’ our voices?”

You nod slightly with furrowed brows watching as he goes on about how to change the speed of a recording, as well as the tones and background noises.

“This red button will record whatever is said through tha mic, ya can control tha sensitivity of wha’ background noises ya allow ta be recorded with this slide, but when ya press it, there’s a 5 second delay an’ then everythin’ will record ta either ya laptop hard drive or a USB thumbdrive. Ya push this ta pause tha recording an’ ta play it back, ya jus’ press here, wanna try it?”

“Okay…but I don’t have my laptop…” you say nervously. He rests his hands on your thighs and kisses your shoulder in an attempt to relax you. He fiddles with his jeans pocket underneath you and pulls out a red thumbdrive. He plugs it into the front USB port.

“Jus’ say ya name or Harry is the best shag ya ever had, yanno, just somethin’ normal,” he says with a shrug and a smirk.

You turn your head with a delayed giggle, “Oh…riiiighttt, just something normal….”

“Or ya could say somethin’ else, if ya wan’, yanno like, ‘Harry’s a sex god,’ he’s kissing your neck, “or ‘spank me sir’, I kinda like tha’ one myself, course I know you do too.” He’s worked the neck of your t-shirt down your shoulder and is nibbling and sucking your skin.

“Harry, you have a dirty mind and a filthy mouth,” you say quietly leaning your head to one side giving him better access to your neck and shoulder.

Suddenly you hear, “Harry you have a dirty mind and a filthy mouth,” repeated through the speakers. And you look down in time to see him defty click the playback button.

“Harry Styles!” you whisper-shout slapping your hand on his arm, “You’re sneaky!”

He chuckles, “An’ ya’re easily distracted, love.”

You turn your head to look at him, “I’m kinda Harry deprived at the moment.”

“I’m kinda Harry deprived at the moment,” repeats through the speakers.

“Stop it!” you say pulling his hand away from the board and back to your tummy.

He is working his hand under your t-shirt to stroke your tummy. “I missed ya s’much, baby. God, ya s’soft an’ ya smell s’good.” His other hand is pulling your hair away from your neck and kissing below your ear. “D’ya miss me?”

You nod.

“Gotta use your words in a sound booth, it won’t record when ya jus’ nod.”

“Harry, I’m not recording anything at the moment,” you say rolling your head back against his shoulder.

“We could yanno, Jesus, I’d love ta have ya recorded…I’d love ta listen to ya cum whenever I wanted, so so sexy, make the most amazin’ sounds.”

You shiver.

“D’ya touch y’self while ya were gone?” he asks lips pressed to the shell of your ear.

“No, I mean, I wanted to, but it just doesn’t feel the same without you.”

“I’m gonna ask you to do somethin’ an’ if ya want to ya can answer by jus pressing the button, but if ya don’ wanna jus’ don’ press the button, it won’ upset me, m’kay?”

“Ok,” you answer.

He nods toward the door then looks back at you. “Go lock tha door, I wanna record ya, if you agree come back ta me and push the record button, ‘s up to ya.”

You smile at him, slide off his lap and saunter over to the door and twist the lock, then come back to the board and the chair where he is man-spread and waiting for you. You run your finger along the edge of the board and walk your fingers up to the record button where you hover and glance back at him. Meeting his eyes, you gently press the button and sit on his lap.

He smiles, “Tha’s my girl,” then he sucks his lips in as he situates you on his lap, you back to his front. “Can ya undress fo’ me?” He says, gulping.

You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks. “Yes,” you whisper. You stand up and turn around to face him and slowly lift your shirt over your head, dropping it at your feet. Then you unhook your bra and let it fall to the ground. You slowly unbuckle and unzip your shorts and they slide down your legs. You’re just getting ready to pull your panties down when he stops you.

“Wait…” he swallows, “jus’ wait.” He pulls you to him by your hips. His eyes are blown out with lust, pupils dilated as he takes in your nearly naked body. “Lemme do it,” he says, his thumbs hooking into your panties and sliding them down. “God, missed this body s’ much.” His hands slide to your breasts, cupping them, fingers pinching your nipples.

Your head falls back on your shoulders. “Ahhh…mmmm…”

He smiles as he watches the lights on the board light up. “C’mere.”

You turn around and sit down in his lap.

He moves your knees so they over his and then he spreads his legs, spreading you open…wide.

“Ya comfy?”

“Yes,” you say breathily gasping as the cool air hits your pussy.

He looks down your body, his hands slowly sliding down your arms and to your thighs.

You sigh. “Missed your touch, your hands, your mouth,” you breathe out as his lips slide kisses down your neck.

He’s just running his hands up and down your thighs, just barely grazing the crease of your thigh and leg.

“Mmmm…” you gasp out as you feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands move to your breasts and his fingers lightly circle your nipples and then he pinches them hard like you like it.

“Ahhh! Ahhh, oh god,” you cry out as you feel yourself drip onto the floor.

“Jesus baby ya drippin’,” he says amazed.

“Yes,” you breathe out. You watch his fingers skate down your stomach to your dripping core.

“Ya gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna let me record ya cummin’ so I can listen whenever I wan’?”

“Yes,” you whisper as his fingers lightly run down your slit. “Mmmm…Oh god…”

“Ya s’fuckin wet, baby.”

You lick your lips. “For you. Only for you.”

He smiles against your ear. “‘M gonna make ya feel really good, yeah? Wan’ ya ta watch the sound board so ya can see all ya sexy little sounds ya makin’.”

“Harry…” you say breathily but your eyes slide to the sound board and you can see the lights move as you whimper for him as his fingers move up and down your slit.

“Ya ready fo’ my fingers?”

“Yes! So ready!”

You feel his mouth curve into a smile at your ear and his middle and ring fingers slide into your dripping entrance and still.

You gasp.

He curls his fingers up. “Gotta fin’ our spot.”

You’re panting. “There! Oh god…mmmm…”

“There she is.” His fingers curl up rhythmically as his thumb moves over your swollen clit. “S’swollen fo’ me.”

“Ahhhh…feels so good. Missed your touch…I…mmm,” you mumble as your hips tick up to get more friction. “Missed you so much.”

“Missed ya too. Missed makin’ ya cum, love makin’ ya cum,” he says, kissing behind your ear.

You’re starting to clench around his fingers and he knows you’re close.

“Can feel ya clenchin’ baby. Know ya close. Cum fo’ me. Wanna feel it.” He whispers in your ear, “wanna hear it.”

“Ungh…Harry…’m so close!” You pant out.

“Can ya hang there fo’ a minute?”

“Unghhhh…I dunno…”

He slows his movements down and you smile.

“Right there…ohhhh…so good…it feels so good.”

He smiles. He loves seeing you blissed out because of him.

“Ya ready?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

He speeds up his movements and your hips jerk.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling. His other hand over your breasts pinches your nipple and you’re gone.

“Cumming! Hahhhh…oh god, cumming for you! Ahhhh…ahhhh…”

Your head falls back on his shoulder and your back arches, even though you don’t move since he’s holding you to him tightly. It’s been so long since you came, you’re cumming hard, pulsing hard around his fingers. His thumb moves over your clit working you through it until you slump back against him and whimper.

“God I needed that so much, Harry,” you say panting and shivering.

He wraps his arms tight around you. “Ya, cold, babe?” he asks leaning forward to turn press the stop button.

“Don’t think I’m cold, but I can’t stop shaking.”

He cuddles in close, kissing just behind your ear, “Sweet’eart, ya came s’hard, still goin’ innit?”

You nod your head. His arm brushes against your nipple and you groan with a full body shiver. “Careful, Harry, so sensitive right now.”

“’M so hard an’ wanna make ya cum again s’ bad,” he whispers against your cheek.

“H, we don’t have time,” you say pointing to the time on the monitor, “everyone will be looking for you as it is, you need to get dressed and go be a rockstar for me.”

He groans, “would rather give ya my rock-hard cock, ta be honest.” His hand is running back and forth across your tummy and you can’t resist the wiggle of your bottom against the bulge in his jeans. “Stop, babe, it’s gonna be a rough night on stage as it is…gonna fuck ya so good tanight, ya gonna be ready fo’ me after?”

“Honey, you’re gonna be so tired, you give so much of yourself in the show, an…” he interrupts you with a pinch to your nipple, “Ahh!”

“Please don’ say no, ‘m beggin’, missed bein’ in you s’much…what are ya wearin’ tanight?”

“I’m gonna run back to hotel and put on a little dress I found in the closet in London, ya know, it’s like shopping when I go home having a different wardrobe to choose from.”

“Well don’ get used ta goin’ back, I need ya ‘ere wi’ me,” he mutters squeezing you tight.

“I better get dressed and run back to get ready for the show… you too,” you say with a pout.

“Tanight, will ya please stand at the middle sound board? I can see ya from there best, the light from tha monitors will lemme watch ya,” he says kissing your bare shoulder.

“Ok, tell Tommy that’s where, I’ll be, kay.”

You hate it, but you get up and get dressed. While dressing you giggle as Harry palms his bulge trying to will it to go away. “S’not funny, love. Hurts.”

“Baby, I’m sorry, you’re right, it’s not funny,” you say standing between his legs and running your hand through his hair, “Promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Resting his forehead on your tummy, he runs his hands up your thighs and squeezes your bum. “I love ya so much, God, I missed ya.”

“I love you too, tonight we’ll make up for the lost time. You need to get going before they send the calvary looking for you.”

He stands and hugs you tight then cups your cheeks to place a last passionate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours and you both moan.

“Gotta stop, H,” you murmur against his lips as he nibbles at your bottom lip, “We gotta get ready…”

“Want ya s’bad…” he whines.

You step away and head toward the door. “You can have me later…anyway… you want me…,” you twist the lock on the door, and then meet his gaze. “Tonight, I won’t be wearing panties…sir,” you whisper as you slip out the door.

He tosses his head back, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You make your way back to the hotel and change into a short, very tight, royal blue bandage dress. It has only one sleeve that is elbow length and has an asymmetrical hem that matches the asymmetrical line on your chest. It literally looks like you have been poured into the dress, you twist and turn in the mirror taking in the look…it cups your ass perfectly.

You rub in a shimmery lotion on your bare shoulder, arm and legs, leaving your tan skin glowing with a bit of a soft glittery look. You finger the little bee on the initial necklace Harry gave you as you look in the full-length mirror. You can’t help but think of how your skin glows like honey, oh how Harry loves his honey, your honey. The thought causes your skin to break out in goosebumps and an involuntary clench and rush of wetness flows through your channel. “No panties…what the hell was I thinking, I’m gonna be wet all night,” you say to your reflection in the mirror.

You take the time to curl your hair into long beachy waves and fluff it in a tousled sexy drape. Leaving your make-up simple you apply a bare colored lip tint and gloss. “Mine or his,” you say out loud looking at his cologne next to your perfume. You decide to spray on his cologne making sure some got in your hair, “Just a little bit of him,” you say smiling at yourself and press your lips together. Checking the time, you gasp and slip on your heels. You’re thankful that there will be a chair available to you throughout the night, because this outfit is not your usual casual concert dress, “dressed to seduce,” you comment grabbing your clutch and smiling to yourself.

You send Harry a quick message, that you won’t be able to see him before because you’re running a little late. It’s probably a good thing since you’re both horny for each other and seeing each other before would just end up in a make out session that wouldn’t be good for either one of you.

At the venue, you make your way through the throngs of fans who are amped up for a night they’ll never forget. So many people are devoted to Harry and his music, they spend their time and hard-earned money to get to be a part of his world for just a few hours. You get to the middle soundboard and find a spot to stand waiting for your man to take the stage. The energy in the arena shifts the minute he takes the stage. His presence is like a religious experience for his fans and your soul swells with pride. Music for a Sushi Restaurant starts and he’s dancing all over the stage. You’re clapping and swaying to the song when he holds up the microphone for the audience to sing. Then it happens, he catches your eye and his step falters every so slightly. His mouth drops open for just a second. It’s not something that anyone would notice but you… you know the minute he finds you. His smile turns into a smirk and he points the mic toward you. Raising your arms and swaying, you take that moment to just connect with him, with the music. As the song closes he’s waving to the crowd and blowing kisses, with one special kiss sent your way.

God, you love his music. His lyrics reflect his confidence and it’s sexy as fuck. You were doing just fine until Cinema. The crowd disappeared, it was just you and Harry. Every time he touched his body, you touched yours the same way. Let’s face it, you were wet for him and you couldn’t help but shimmy and sway thinking of some of the times you’d had him. The swing in the pink room, the dining room table at the cottage, the window at the apartment in New York….You open your eyes thinking of all the times he'd said, “eyes on me” while he fucked you into the mattress. The way he could make you cum. He caught your eye a couple of times and his smirk spoke volumes. You need him, you need to make him cum.

He lets the crowd know he’s gonna go away for a few minutes and then come back out and the stadium is buzzing with anticipation. You see three girls in front of you turned around and waving frantically. Tommy says, “think they’re waving at you.”

“They are? Why?”

He shrugs.

You smile and move in front of the sound board closer to them and wave back. They smile shyly now. “Hi!” You say brightly. They seem friendly but you’re still a little skittish after the fans in NYC.

“Hiiiiii…” they all say at the same time.

They introduce themselves as Kara, Emily, and Nancy and you’re just about to tell them your name when one of them says, “we know who you are!”

You smile. You kinda have an inkling of what it’s like for Harry. “Are you having a good time?”

They all nod at the same time.

You can tell they’re bursting with questions. “What do you want to know?” You ask them eyebrow raised.

They all giggle. “Is he as nice as everyone says?” Emily asks.

“He really is. Incredibly nice.”

“Are you really friends with Gemma?” Kara asks.

You laugh. “Yes and she’s just as feisty as you think!”

They all giggle and look at each other and you can tell they have something they really want to ask.

“Would you take a pic of us and show Harry later?” Nancy asks and then looks down. “We just…we want him to know we were here.”

You smile. “Of course!” You dig out your phone and take a pic of them. “I’ll make sure he sees it, promise.”

Kara surprises you by grabbing you and hugging you and then they all pile on in a massive group hug.

You smile and kiss the tops of their heads. It feels good to feel the love in what he’s deemed as Love on Tour. “It was nice to meet you girls. Gotta get back.”

They’re wiping tears from their eyes and smiling.

You get back to the sound booth and Tommy’s positively beaming. “Got some new fans, do ya?”

You laugh. “Yeah. Can we do something nice for them, T? They deserve it.”

He nods. “Of course. Be right back. Let me just get some info.”

You nod and smile as you watch their stunned reaction. You’re overcome with emotion for a minute thinking of all the love and niceness he inspires. It makes you love him that much more. Youre gonna make sure Tommy does something amazing for these girls.

You wipe the tears from your cheeks as the house lights go down again. You’re four songs away from being with him and you cannot wait.

As Kiwi starts up, Tommy grabs your elbow and you walk backstage and to the waiting car. It’s a long walk from where you were and you’d only been in the car for a minute before the door is flung open and a very sweaty Harry slides in next to you.

He doesn’t waste a minute before leaning over and pulling you to him and kissing you, pressing you against the window, his hand sliding up your thigh. “Jus’ makin’ sure ya no’ wearin’ any panties.”

You open your legs as wide as you can in your too tight dress and he groans as his fingers touch the bare flesh of your warm and very wet pussy.

“Fucks sake, ya s’wet fo’ me.”

“All for you,” you say breathily as you press your lips to his again. You can’t get enough of him. You moan into his mouth as his fingers gently run up and down your slit.

“Can’ wait ta get ya alone, fuck!” He says as your hand finds his jogger covered cock.

It doesn’t take long to get to the hotel and you both reluctantly part from each other and get out of the car and into the hotel.

He’s walking fast to get to the lift and once the doors open, he yanks you in and jabs the button for your floor. He doesn’t say anything but the tension is palpable. You finally get to your floor and he’s nearly in a jog to get to the room and you’re right behind. He pulls the key card out and swipes it. The door beeps and he pushes it open and pulls you inside, pressing you up against the door, kissing you breathless.

“Wan’ ya s’bad, bu’ I gotta shower. Ya comin’ wi’?”

You can barely answer since his lips move right back to yours. “Yes!” You pant out once his kisses move to your neck. He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom and then it’s a rush of undressing. He turns for a minute to turn the shower on and grabs your hand, pulling you inside with him. He’s on you the minute the water hits your back. Wrapping his arms around you he slides his hands down to your bum and pulls your pelvis in close to his. His mouth is sucking the skin below your ear. “Saw ya in tha’ fuckin’ dress, teased me all night wi’ these hips. Was so god damn hard no’ to jus’ stare. D’ya get wet fo’ me?”

“It was embarrassing, H. Can’t believe I didn’t have any panties on…mmmm…,” you moan as he kisses your mouth, “god I missed you so much.”

He licks at the seam of your lips. “Open for me,” he whispers against your lips. You open your mouth and his tongue dives in to slide against yours.

You suck at his soft tongue as he explores the inside of your mouth like he’s trying to memorize your taste. You can’t help your wandering hands; you stroke his back muscles feeling them flex as his hands explore your body. His hard cock is pressed against your tummy. You thread one hand in his hair and slide the other around to grasp him. Running your thumb across the slit at the head, you squeeze him tight. “How’d ya hide this, mister, because I was lookin’ at it.” You felt a surge of blood flood through the vein on the underside making him just that much harder.

“Wasn’ easy, baby, wasn’ easy,” he says in a lusty raspy voice.

You rise on tip toes to kiss his neck, up to his ear, feeling his hips flex. “I want my mouth on you, Harry, s’that ok?” you whisper while placing soft kisses to the shell of his ear.

“Jesus, love…,” he groans and whimpers, “do it.”

You slide down his body stopping to place kisses on his swallow tattoos and then the wings of the butterfly and finally on the stems of both laurels at his hips. “I love your ink, missed this body so much. Tried to touch myself in the shower one night,” you say settling on your knees

“D’ya cum, love?” he asks cupping his hand under your chin and pulling your face up to meet his stare.

“I couldn’t, H, it’s just not the same anymore, I can’t even fuck myself without you,” you say with a pout. “I know my orgasms are yours and it just didn’t feel right without you.”

“Good girl,” he says with a smug smile.

Keeping your eyes on him, you grasp his cock and place a soft kiss to the underside, in that spot just below the head where his super sensitive. “Missed my cock,” you whisper flicking your tongue over the slit tasting the pearl of pre-cum that dribbled out.

“Fuuuuck…” he sobs brushing your hair off your forehead. “Suck me, babe, need it so bad.”

You take the head of his cock in your mouth and suck hard flattening your tongue on the underside.

He brushes his thumb along your cheek, “Doin’ so good, baby.”

You open and pout your lips out so that you can slide down his rock-hard member until the head touches the back of your throat. You almost set off your gag reflex, but you don’t care, you want as much of him in your mouth as you can get. You can’t take your eyes off the blissed-out look on his face. His eyes closed and his jaw clenching, you pull off and turn his words back on him, “Eyes on me, H.”

He smirks, “Ok, babe” and his green eyes meet yours, pupils blow out.

The sight of your lips stretched out around his cock is almost more than he can handle. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

You slide on and off him with hollowed cheeks, your hand following your mouth. You pop off to take a breath, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum gathered at the sides of your mouth. You pop your tongue out and make a show of licking his head letting a string of saliva stretch between your lower lip and the tip. You trace it back to place a slobbery kiss to the sensitive underside. “I want you to cum, Harry,” you say jacking your hand on him, “on my tongue.”

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” he groans as his hips jerk. He places one hand on the tile wall behind you leaning forward on it for support. His other hand tangles in your hair. “Won’t take long, ya ready?”

You nod and suck his head back into your mouth, laving the tip with your tongue. You can feel him surging in your fist and the vibrations of his groan rolling through his chest and out his throat.

“Oh my god, babe!” he fists your hair tight. “Don’t stoooop…don’t…”

You continue to run your fist up and down his shaft and lick at the slit of his head.

Damp curl hanging down as he watches you, he simply says, “Cumming!”

You flatten your tongue out as ribbons of cum spurt from him.

“Unnnggghhh, shit, shit, shit!” he pants out, the sounds echoing through the shower stall.

A drip of his cum slides down your chin and he reaches down to wipe it away with his thumb. You grab his hand and promptly suck it into your mouth… licking the drop away.

He reaches down to pull you up, “Christ, tha’s sexy… you are sexy… naughty an’ sexy.”

You run your hands up his chest and around his neck, “I love making you cum, makes me feel sexy and powerful.”

“Oh really?” he says with a smirk running his hands down your back, “Well, ya definitely ‘ave a special power over me, tha’s fo’ sure.”

You place a kiss over his heart while he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love ya so much. Let’s finish up in here,” he says grabbing the soap and leaning forward to kiss your lips, “Need ta make love to ya.”

You finish up first and slip out to dry your hair. You’re bent over trying to blow dry the underside of your hair when you feel his hand on your lower back, then his lips on your shoulder blade. You turn your head and he chuckles trying to brush away your fluff of hair so he can see your face. “Come ta bed, love, please.”

You slowly stand up and admire Harry’s nakedness as he walks toward the bedroom. How did you get so lucky, you think to yourself?

He turns his head slightly, “Comin’?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah, baby, I’m comin’” you respond smartly.

The hotel bed is a tall four-poster bed covered with a beautiful gray duvet, sheets and several pillows. Harry is plugging up his phone, when you start to crawl atop the bed. On all fours, you turn your head and smile at a staring Harry who sports an already semi-erect cock.

“You look like a man with a plan there…sir.” you comment cheekily.

“Oh, yeah, I ‘ave plans…wan’ you on my face, love.”

You bite your bottom lip and nod your head feeling a rush of arousal flow through your body.

You sit back on your knees while he situates himself on the bed. He crooks his finger at you, and you go to straddle his chest, but he stops you. “Wait, turn around, he says twirling his finger.

“I don’t thin…” you start

“Don’ think, babe, jus’ do it. Wan’ ma cunt on ma face backwards.”

You straddle his chest with your hands on his hips. “Scoot back,” he says pulling you by your hips.

You walk back on your knees until your pussy hovers his mouth. You look down to see his now fully erect cock laying over on his thigh. Leaning forward on your hands you place a kiss on the hard shaft.

“Jesus!” he cries out surprised by your move. You can feel the breath of his words and the vibration of his groan against your swollen cunt. Bracing you with his hands on your thighs he licks a stipe from clit to hole.

“Ahh…Harry!” you call out biting your bottom lip. In your bleary eyesight you look up and see a mirror over the vanity across the room. Who is that woman, you think seeing your reflection with Harry’s fingers digging into your thighs to brace you and his hard cock resting on his tummy twitching? You run your hands up your body to your breasts and pinch your nipples. You head falls back as he sucks your clit in his mouth. He’s maneuvering you with his large hands on your hips. You fall forward on your hands on either side of his hips when he pops off. You’re panting and moaning, “Harry! Need to cum!”

“On my tongue,” he says against your pussy. He stiffens his tongue and pokes it deep inside swirling around and around. You moan and look down between your legs to see his whisker covered chin bumping your clit, the sight is more than you can handle, the orgasm has no slow build up, it hits with the force of a freight train and sucks you under. You can’t even take a deep breath, all you can do is pant shallow breaths and chant Harry’s name over and over and over again. The trembling and shaking knocks you over onto your side next to him.

He turns around on the bed to join you lying with your head at the foot of the bed. “Breathe for me, love, breathe…just breathe,” he says gathering your into his arms cradling you tight. He’s smoothing your hair out of your face and gently kissing your cheeks. “Ya alright? Wan’ some water?”

You shake your head trembling and pulling him close to you, panting shallowly, “Intense. S’not stopping and ‘m cold,” is all you can say.

He sits up and you grab at him, “No’ goin’ anywhere, let’s get under the blanket an’ getcha warmed up, yeah?”

You nod and stumble your way to the head of the bed and under the blanket, that he holds open for you. He crawls in with you and pulls you to him. “Better?”

You nod and then look at him and finally, shake your head, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He startles, raising his head, “God, babe wha’ is it?”

You pull him toward you, “It’s not stopping, H. It..it still aches, need you. Can you…I mean…I just…make love to me? Please?”

He smiles proudly, “Aww, babe…don’t hafta ask.”

He rolls over on top of you and your spread your legs to cradle his hips. He’s cupping the sides of your head and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Breathe baby, just breathe, ‘m right here…”

“Inside, Harry, please, I missed you being inside…”

He reaches down and lines himself up and pushes inside you stilling at the hilt.

“Mmmmgghh,” you groan at the feel of him. You take a deep breath, like you can finally breathe again. “I love you, I love you, I love you, H.”

“I love you babe, ‘m always home when I’m inside ya, ya never have to worry abou’ askin’ me to make love ta ya. S’it feel better?”

“Yes, Harry, just felt like…like… I came empty, need to cum with you inside me.”

He rears back and pushes back in deep. “Move wi’ me, babe, love when ya move wi’ me.”

You roll your hips up as he grinds forward. “So deep, want you so deep.” You shiver and wrap your legs around his thighs.

He stops for a moment just to pull the duvet up higher on his back. “Ya warm ‘nough?”

You run your hands up his sides and nod, “Just don’t stop.”

“Won’ stop, baby, never stop m’kay? I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Harry. I need…need…,” you mumble your words.

“Wha’ d’ya need, my love?” he says pressing his forehead to yours.

“Need you to cum with me…inside me.”

“Yeah,” he softly smiles and nods his head, “Yeah, let’s cum together.”

He picks up the pace and in no time at all you’re there, the ache having never gone far. “Harry, I’m close, so close, don’t’ stop, please don’t stop.” You raise your knees up high on either side of his hips and move and grind with him until you both get lost. There’s only the sound of your breathing and soft moans and groans. Sounds you only make for each other; unspoken words that mean so much.

He collapses on top of you, breath hot on your neck as you pulse around him and try to regain control of your breathing. You’d missed this closeness while you were gone. Even earlier today you were dreading the next podcast because you didn’t want to leave and when you remember the sound booth he gifted you with, you start to cry. They’re happy tears but also tears of relief too. You can’t help but let out a sob and you clench down on him.

“Fuck!” He pulls back and sees that you’re crying and then he’s scrambling up grabbing a box of tissues and sliding back in next to you, pulling you close. “Y’ok?”

You wipe your eyes and nod. “I just…” you sniffle. “I missed you so much and then I remembered the booth and that I won’t have to leave and…and…” you trail off, a fresh batch of tears falling down your face.

He hands you a couple more tissues and watches while you wipe your face, blow your nose, and drop the tissues in the trash. He smiles the softest smile. “So…happy tears then?”

You smile and nod. “I was just overwhelmed, I think,” you say fingers running along his chest. “I’m relieved honestly. The flying, the travel, and being away from you was too much. You fixed it…like you always do,” you say, leaning over to press soft kisses to his mouth.

He smiles a smile of pure joy. “I like fixing things fo’ ya. I like tha’ ya let me take care of ya bu’ also have ya own thing.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Ya don’ have ta thank me bu’ ya welcome,” he says pulling you closer and slanting his lips over yours. He’d missed you - missed talking to you, kissing you, holding you, fucking you…everything about you. You grounded him but also made him soar high. You were his person and he meant it when he said he wasn’t ever letting you go. He didn’t have a ring or a date picked out or a plan really. He just knew that you were his and one day in the future you’d make it official.

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Warmth after Christmas

Caretaker: Jin

Sickie: Yoongi

m/m - fluff

Word count: 4498

*As usual, there might be errors - just vibe with it.*

*Belated Happy New Year everyone! 🥰I hope you're all safe and healthy wherever you are in the world! This was meant to be posted like a week ago in the shadows of Christmas, but I was procrastinating editing. Also, this can be read as stand alone, but I did write it with the characters of a previous fic in mind, which I'll link below. it might suck, it might not... I kind of can't tell anymore, so hopefully you guys enjoy it!!*

Jin heaved up the bags of leftovers, causing the handles to dig into his forearms as he unlocked and opened the front door to his boyfriend’s house. The weather had thankfully let up enough for him to make the journey, not that he expected Yoongi to be awake any time before now. As warm and adorably affectionate as he knows the younger could be, he also knew that Yoongi was most definitively not a morning person and has threatened bodily harm upon being woken too early before.

Not to him of course – or at least not without the dry humor and sass attached to his tone whenever Jin had managed to nudge him awake.

But it was rounding close to 10am and if Yoongi wasn’t awake by now Jin was prepared to face whatever grumpiness that he would find. Right after he dumped half of his leftover Christmas dinner in his boyfriends’ fridge, of course.

“Yoon?” Jin called as he waltzed through the familiar lounge and kitchen. He didn’t get a response other than Holly rushing to welcome him with excited barks and a full body tail wag. “Yoongi, are you awake?”

Silence.

Even Holly seemed to have held his breath in wait of a reply, then proceeded to try to wiggle and jump in Jin’s way for attention when he went to pack everything he’d brought away. it took a bit of reorganizing in Yoongi’s fridge to fit everything, but it was in and his boyfriend would be fed for the rest of the week without having to put any effort into cooking. Then he followed Holly to the master bedroom only to find what he’d thought he’d see.

The clothes worn from the day before was thrown over the back of the chair pushed to the side and Yoongi was curled up into a bundled ball in the center of his bed with only his messy blonde hair and soft snores making an appearance from outside of the dark blankets. Jin reached out to reveal his face but then retreated with a smile. It was getting late into the morning, but Yoongi didn’t often get the chance to sleep in until a ridiculous time, so he’d let him.

Maybe he could cook up a light breakfast, something to pass as a brunch with some tea. Yoongi would surely disapprove of the drink but if Jin played it right maybe he’d finally start brushing healthier habits onto the other.

He winked at Holly, playfully waving his fingers at the dog as he leapt up and curled against his dad, his tail smacking loudly against the comforter. Jin moved back to the kitchen with renowned purpose as he began to work quietly.

Yoongi regretted all his recent life choices.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been roped into the antics of the younger members of their friend group as easily as what he was, but in his defense, none of them could really resist Jungkook’s Bambi eyes – especially when he wanted something. The hours long snowball fight that had rapidly turned into a full-scale war had seemed like a fairly good idea at the time, even Jin had taken a break from the kitchen to help his cousin build little snow ducklings. They’d even spent the afternoon bundled up on the veranda at Jin’s house and watched a fresh layer fall and fill the tracks that they’d made earlier.

It had probably been the most fun Christmas he’d had since his childhood, but the childlike joy that had come with it had quickly worn off when he’d woken up the next day. His body ached with exhaustion before he could even bring himself to open his eyes and his head and throat throbbed in in gentle pulses.

With a low moan he twisted and reached out to the space beside him, seeking a warm body that wasn’t there. Belatedly, he remembered that Soekjin had dropped him off at home after they’d spent the last few hours of the night trying to kick out and carpool their friends out of Jin’s house. Holly had needed to be fed and Jin’s place wasn’t exactly dog friendly, so he had made the decision to kiss his boyfriend goodnight, grinning tiredly into Jin’s soft, whispered prompts of rest and late morning visits. Despite his obvious exhaustion, he’d been excited for Jin to spend some more time alone with him. Now though, he wanted nothing more than to remain buried beneath his blankets and hopefully not have to move a muscle until his body didn’t hate him anymore.

He curled into his pillows and pulled the blankets half over his face to muffle the light that seeped past his curtains. Vaguely Holly could be heard puttering around the house, but the sounds were as if he was submerged in water.

A noise startled Jin from his cooking, so much so he had almost knocked over his tea when he’d spun around. The noise, as it turned out, had been a soft cough and the shuffling entry of his boyfriend – barefooted and rumpled with sleep while Holly padded around at his feet, watching him with large hopeful eyes that could only be asking for attention. Unfortunately for Holly, it seemed like his owner wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything that wasn’t a bed in that moment.

“Are you still asleep?” Jin held out his tea for the other to sip on to gain some awareness before turning back to the stove.

Yoongi squinted at the coffee mug extended towards him, then up at Jin’s face. His lips pursed into a tired pout.

“Yoongi… Are you sleepwalking? Because I read somewhere that I shouldn’t touch a person that’s sleepwalking, but wouldn’t it be bad to leave them be? What if you hurt yourself? How else would I wake you up?”

“I’m awake.” He murmured with the subtlest of smiles, slowly grasping the cup which most definitely did not have coffee in it. Much to his displeasure. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. We spent all of yesterday together, so I thought…”

Jin paused in his cooking, just for a moment, considering the words. He hadn’t seen a problem with coming over, but Yoongi did value his isolation after being around too many people. Maybe he should have messaged first… “I can leave if you want some time to yourself?” He responded with a smile, trying not to cave into the doubt that was beginning to grow as he turned back to the stove. “Just let me finish up with this breakfast really quick and then- oh.”

Warmth enveloped him as Yoongi slid into his space, resting his weight against Jin’s side until the elder wrapped his arms around him. The drink in Yoongi’s hand uncomfortably hot as it pressed into his stomach.

“Don’t leave.” Yoongi spoke hoarsely against the material of Jin’s shirt. “I’m so tired, but I don’t want you to leave. I just thought- I don’t know. You’d go with your cousins to see your family or something.”

That at least eased the disheartenment in Jin’s chest. He lowered the heat under his pans and then pulled Yoongi in closer, tight enough to almost take the younger off his feet, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. He did it again when he got the satisfaction of watching Yoongi shyly twist his face towards the ground, cheeks pink and smile gradually growing.

“You’re family too.” And that was all the answer needed. “I was being serious about you being asleep though.” Jin moved to grab one of the dining chairs from the table just outside of the kitchen and gestured for Yoongi to sit while he continued cooking breakfast. “Did you rest after I dropped you off last night? You look more…”

“Bleh than usual?” Yoongi interrupted as he collapsed into the seat.

Jin shrugged. ‘bleh’ wasn’t usually something he’d use as an adjective for his boyfriend, but it did seem kind of fitting for the occasion.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair. Rumpling it further from its sleep messed state. There was one tuft that seemed dead set on standing determinedly vertical, but it only made the soft, sleepy vibe Yoongi was emitting more endearing. “I think I’ve got a cold. Or getting one. It’s nothing serious, just a few aches so far. I’m mostly just tired.”

The heat was promptly flipped off. “We probably shouldn’t have been in the snow for as long as we were yesterday, huh?” There was only a hum of agreement. “Well, I have no qualms about dealing with a sleepy Yoonie. As long as you don’t drool on me.” Jin teased, knowing that Yoongi would probably withdraw if he came across as too concerned.

He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling about the soft pink that seemed to fill Yoongi’s cheeks once more. Despite his tired appearance, Jin couldn’t help but swoon inwardly at how Yoongi shifted shyly with a soft smile, drowning in loose flannel pajama’s that seemed a size or two too big and hugging the mug of tea that Jin had given him close to his neck, embracing the soothing warmth from the mug rather than the tea itself.

“Drink that.” Jin said with a pointed look, finally finishing off their food and pulling out bowls to dish into. “It’s herbal, one of Tae’s.”

“In other words, the least caffeinated thing one could possibly consume in my house.” Yoongi muttered with a disgusted frown towards the steaming liquid.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s good for you.”

Yoongi hummed, taking a small sip to appease the other but still shooting an exhausted, longing glance towards his coffee machine.

Jin had been halfway through a battle match that he was already losing when Yoongi stirred. He hadn’t noticed at first, the man tended to shift in his sleep, but it was a definite confirmation when Yoongi hurriedly twisted from Jin’s lap and into his elbow with a deep sneeze. Then another that seemed to tear just as deeply from his throat and left him muffling painful never-ending coughs as Jin rubbed his back gently – not even watching his character crumple in defeat on the screen as he kept a strong grip on his boyfriends’ arm to keep him from falling from the couch.

Yoongi’s nose was definitely dripping, he could feel it on his lip as he sniffled to keep it at bay. Yet it left him with itchy hitching breaths that seemed to only transpire into agonizing empty threats. He couldn’t even bring himself to open his eyes yet in fear that the lights might make the frustrating sensation any worse.

Jin ran his hand through Yoongi’s tangled hair, the younger still hidden into his arm as if waiting for more to come. There wasn’t any heat coming off him, and he wasn’t sweating or complaining of chills, so at least Jin didn’t have to help ease any fevers. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had really looked after someone that was ill besides himself, and even then, his self-care wasn’t that great, so he really hoped that whatever Yoongi had seemed to catch wasn’t going to get worse. Or else Jin was going to have to start relying on the internet and calls to his mom, the latter being mildly embarrassing considering he’d lived alone for a while now and was probably expected to know basic health care. He honestly wasn’t as good at the whole care taking thing as Yoongi was, but he would at least be present and helpful in small things. He could at least manage that with ease, and hopefully that was enough.

He scratched soft and slow at Yoongi’s scalp, gently easing him back into cushions of the couch. There wasn’t much resistance, just the youngers body welcoming the least amount of effort and relying on gravity and momentum to move. It didn’t stop the soft moaning sigh to escape him as he finally lowered his arm and looked up at Jin pitifully.

“You look like you need a nap.” Jin teased, setting his controller aside and leaning into Yoongi’s warmth. “Your eyebags are starting to show.”

Yoongi moaned again, letting his head fall back.

Jin had a suspicion the reaction was entirely catered towards him with how he was lightly shoved in the arm, so at least his boyfriend still had some semblance of personality despite spending the last few hours practically comatose.

“I can’t – h’eSHH’uh..” Jin started as Yoongi hastily snapped forward, pressing his hand to his face. “Hih’he’EH-IKSHEW! H’EKSHHEW!” He sniffled wetly, swiping a sleeved wrist under his nose with a grimace. “Sorry… I cad’t sleep.”

“Maybe it’s the couch?”

Yoongi sniffled uselessly – Jin could very much see the peeking of liquid under his boyfriend’s nose, although Yoongi probably didn’t even care at this point. “Id’s ndot the couch.” He stated tiredly, closing his eyes until he belatedly raised his fist to cough into. “Please ged bme something to blow bmy dose.”

“Tissues. Coming right up.”

He disappeared to the bedroom to see if there were tissues hidden away in Yoongi’s wardrobe – he had once admitted that he kept a higher quality stash there for himself and , quote unquote, ‘people that he felt deserved them’, but it seemed like he must not have had the chance to restock after the last time they were used since there were only a few left in the open box.

Jin grabbed it anyway and then stopped in the bathroom to snatch a roll of toilet paper just in case. It would be rough on the poor man’s already rubbed red nose, but it would have to do.

“You’re almost out, but I can run to the store later?” Jin settled into his seat once more, watching with concern as Yoongi immediately raised a hand to cover his hitching breaths. The other slipping into the open tissue box and pulling out a few that he brought up to his face, faltering with a frown as his hitching froze until a sneeze tore out from him, the mess thankfully being caught behind his shield of tissues.

“Bless you love.” Jin said softly, rubbing small circles into Yoongi’s thigh when he heard the hoarse ‘ow’ before Yoongi tried to clear his sinuses. “Thinking about it now, the stores close early today. If they’re open at all. I can run out now and get some stuff for you if you want? It should still be early enough.”

Yoongi shook his head, dropping the used tissues onto the center coffee table before grabbing a fresh one to hold in his grasp as he adjusted to settle further into Jin’s side – eventually resting forehead into the curve of Jin’s neck, hot breath hitting his collar bone.

“Just leave it. I have some medicine lying around,” he coughed, quick to try muffle it into his tissue. “If I run out or can’t find any, I’ll just ask my neighbor’s if they have anything to spare.”

That was good enough for him. Jin wrapped his arms around Yoongi, pulling him closer until he was comfortably on his lap – face still persistently buried into his neck.

After a few moments Jin teasingly asked, “Are you comfortable? Am I the Body pillow of your dreams?”

“Mmm.” Yoongi hummed, setting a gentle kiss just below Jin’s jaw. “The best body pillow.”

Jin grinned, having expected blatant denial. “Really? The most comfortable? The best scented? Most good-looking?”

Yoongi scoffed, pulling away just enough to be able to meet Jin’s eyes while remaining comfortable against him. “Well I can’t really smell you right now, my nose is stuffy.”

“I smell amazing.” Jin reassured, filling with mirth as he heard Yoongi’s laughter. It was hoarse and kind of crackly, but it radiated a warmth that anyone would be addicted to. “It should not surprise you.”

“Of course,” Yoongi yawned, but tried to grin through it. “How foolish of me to think otherwise. Forgive me.”

Jin pecked a kiss to Yoongi’s lips, smiling as his boyfriends’ humor bled into astonishment. “Forgiven. Now, maybe we should go to the bedroom so you can get rest. I’ll look for some Nyquil and maybe that will help you to fall asleep without this nose bothering you too much.”

“You- You can’t kiss me, you idiot!” Yoongi frowned as his boyfriend broke into a low chuckle. “And you’ll get bored in the room … I want to stay with you.”

“I won’t get bored. I’ll grab your laptop and find a series or something to watch while you sleep, or who knows, I might just fall asleep as well. Yesterday was really draining with everyone and the thought of sleeping next to you is actually quite appealing right now.”

Yoongi flushed and Jin took the opportunity to kiss him again, smirking at how Yoongi hadn’t pulled away but still mumbled soft complaints.

“Let me kiss you. You deserve to be kissed. Plus, I’m probably going to get sick either way if I’m spending all this time with you.” Jin reached over to place the practically empty tissue box and toilet roll in Yoongi’s lap before he slipped his hands under his legs and behind his back, lifting a startled Yoongi into his arms as he stood up. “We may as well embrace it, Yoon’s.”

“You’re such a pain.” Yoongi sighed not without content, turning to bury his face into Jin’s shoulder as he was carried through his home. Jin had a point anyway, he was breathing his germs all over the place already, it was up to Jin’s immune system to save him now.

“Do you want to grab your medicine?” Jin stopped, readjusting him in his grip with a gentle hop. “Where do you keep that?”

“Kitchen. Should be in a shelf by the fridge if I have any.”

He changed course to the kitchen.

Thankfully it did seem that Yoongi had bought medicine recently, probably for one of their colleagues at work – the chef was known to carry an emergency kit of multiple over the counter medications in case of emergencies, especially with the waiting staff who seemed to be more prone to illness than anyone else at the restaurant.

So, he maneuvered Yoongi as close as possible so that the man could reach the bottle that he needed along with a hastily half-filled glass of water – because while Jin did frequently gym and Yoongi wasn’t that heavy, his arms were screaming at him just a little bit at this point and he didn’t want to accidentally drop his boyfriend, especially when he was already sick.

Once he was in the bedroom he set Yoongi on the unmade bed, careful not to make him spill yet failing as Yoongi tsked and gave him a halfhearted glare when some of the water was somehow jostled up from the glass and onto his pajamas.

“Sorry, let me just get some air flow in here quick.” Jin smoothed down an endearingly wild tuft of Yoongi’s hair. “Get comfortable so long.”

He moved to a set of large windows along the right wall of the room and pushed them open a little bit, just enough for a chilled breeze to gradually push in, even though he could hear Yoongi whining about it as he tried to unnecessarily make his bed neater. The room was a spacious, yet cozy area filled with neutral tones, dominantly black, except for the bright pink and purple fluffy carpet that he had bought for Yoongi on his last birthday which he was like 80% sure Yoongi hated but would never get rid of it even though Jin said that he could if he wanted to. Despite it being quite big, definitely larger than his own bedroom, it did tend to get a bit stuffy sometimes and he was pretty sure that wasn’t a good sick person environment. Was it currently freezing outside? Sure. The weather had taken a turn once again and a new layer of snow was being thickly blanketed on the world outside, but he will just keep Yoongi warm inside along with having fresh air.

“You can borrow some more comfortable clothes if you want.” Yoongi rubbed at his nose and pulled the blankets over him as he watched Jin from his seat in bed. Everything that he’d been carrying before was set haphazardly on his bedside table.

Jin found some of his own clothes that had either been stolen or left behind from the last time he was there and changed before there was any drastic change to the temperature in the room, then slipped beneath the covers next to Yoongi.

“It’s cold in here now.”

“It’s fresh air.” Jin poked Yoongi in the side, reaching across him to get the medicine. “Do you want to take it now?”

“Nah.” Yoongi sniffed, staring at the bottle in contemplation then shook his head firmly. “Nah, lets watch a movie. Sick day movie marathon that I will probably fall asleep to, but I want to try anyway.” He reached into his bedside table, a bit awkwardly with the angle, and found his laptop to pull up something to watch.

Jin smiled as Yoongi setup the laptop in between them with enough space that they could still kind of curl into each other, then clicked on the first thing he saw that seemed moderately decent.

“’The Holiday’?”

“It’s a good movie.” He rubbed at his nose, reaching for a tissue to blow it. “Seemed appropriate. Christmas stuff. Family.”

“I suppose it is. Kind of. I – Bless you.” He slipped one arm behind Yoongi’s shoulders as the younger pitched forward with a sharp, sudden sneeze. “I just realized that we’ve been dating over a year now, it feels like so much longer than that.”

Yoongi wiped his nose hesitantly, swopping his used tissue for the toilet roll to hug close to his chest as support. “We’ve been friends for years, Hyung. I didn’t even reali-ih’ heh’ECHHew! HE’IKCHH’uh! Ow. Oh mby god. Jusd end bme.” He coughed deeply, sounding worse than before with an increasing dampness in his chest.

Jin reached out to unroll a few sheets of the roll for Yoongi, narrowly missing being sneezed on, much to Yoongi’s embarrassment.

“Here, blow your nose again.” He pressed the paper over Yoongi’s cupped hand, holding it there until Yoongi took it himself and coughed into it before clearing some of his congestion. “I think you should take your medicine now rather. We can watch the movie later again if you fall asleep now, I just… I don’t know how I’m supposed to help exactly. I’m not as good as you at taking care of people, so please don’t fight me on this.” He spoke with a tender yet unsure voice that had Yoongi watching him carefully while cleaning himself up. “I just don’t want you to get worse…”

Yoongi cleared his throat, then sighed and sunk down into his pillows with his body still facing Jin. “Fine, I’ll take it now and then we watch the movie. But if I fall asleep and drool on you, you can’t complain about it. Understand?”

Jin grinned, leaning to kiss at Yoongi’s hairline. “I look forward to it.”

Yoongi lasted until just after the halfway point, although Jin gives him points for trying. He’d been yawning so much 10 minutes in that Jin had thought he wouldn’t have lasted two minutes longer. The room had darkened with both the afternoon light pairing with the heavy cloud coverage outside and they had piled blankets on to shield them from the cold. Yoongi’s breath still sounded a bit short, and Jin could feel him mouth breathing against where he had curled into his chest, but the rest of his symptoms had been minimal besides him needing to blow his nose more often.

There wasn’t much point in switching to a new movie, he hadn’t really paid attention to the last one, so he shut off the laptop and gently untangled himself from his sleeping boyfriend and packed the laptop away, careful to not to make to much noise or movement even if it was a fact the Yoongi could sleep like the dead.

Jin grabbed the now empty glass beside Yoongi and left to the kitchen to refill it. Holly bounded into him, his fur and jersey were slightly damp, probably having used the built-in doggy door to go outside but the cold didn’t seem to have lowered his spirits in the least.

“Do you want some food, baby? Come, lets get you some food. Your Appa isn’t feeling well enough to get up and feed you right now, so you’ll have to deal with some ordinary dog food tonight.”

Jin picked Holly up, embracing the frantic tongue licks before the dog eased calmly in his arms. There was something peaceful about how quiet, yet homey Yoongi’s home felt as he dished out some dog food – sliding on a few slices of meat from the Christmas leftovers he’d brought after Holly had seen him dish up some for himself.

After eating he moved around to clean up the couch from earlier, turning off the game he had completely forgotten about and picking up the stranded used tissues to throw away. He then washed and dried all the dishes he’d made that morning before taking two glasses of water back to the bedroom. Holly followed lazily behind him until he realized Yoongi was asleep, only too eager to race ahead onto the bed to climb on top of him.

“That man has way too much patience for you.” Jin chuckled, putting down the glasses then moving to close the windows a bit more since it had gotten a bit too chilly in the room now and slid the curtains shut. Climbing back into bed felt just has domestically peaceful as walking around the empty house had felt, this time the room was filled with the quiet sounds of Yoongi’s snores which had begun to falter as Holly jumped and rolled over him. “You are honestly a menace.” Jin whispered, taking a moment to pick Holly up and slip him under the covers as if to restrain him before he himself curled around Yoongi once more.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Yoongi’s shampoo – some type of coconut scent – as Yoongi crept closer to his chest. Jin would never actually mention it to him as anything other than a joke, but he smiled at the small speck of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth, no doubt that it would soon be on him just like predicted.

He pressed one final kiss to Yoongi’s forehead before he let his body fall into his growing sleepiness, whispering a tender goodnight into messy hair and then embracing just one more act of domesticity, pulling Yoongi tighter against him, which kept him warmer than any blanket could.

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