#i really did try my best y'all and I apologize if this sucks
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I gotta say, when I passed out last night after writing this post, I didn't expect to wake up to people actually liking it. but hey! thanks for the support. As per my little footnote (if you didn't read it then sucks to be you ig) the people who commented got first choice of which characters im going to write. love y'all by the way <3 which means that first up is... Dottore! (as requested by @amber-sekio and @gallantys)
(I am not playing rn when I say that I spent a large amount of time reading Dottore x reader fanfic so I could figure out how the hell to write him and this is probably still ooc but i did my best)
Contains - Yandere behavior (kept to a minimum though) dottore being a charming ray of a human (he mentions enslaving other countries), discussions of blood and injuries
"Dottore?"
The silence from the hallway was almost deafening. The sudden intense quiet was broken only by the gentle crackle of the fire, a welcome reprieve as your words hung in the air. Perhaps it was stupid, to call for a person who may not be there and who, of all the Harbingers, might be the most likely to still attempt to kill you. A foolish whim, but nearly dying does funny things to a person's rational.
Your door slid open silently, revealing the Doctor himself peering in at you. He did not appear to be wearing his mask, but with the low light and strands of blue hair covering his face, you couldn't make out his features well.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
Something was wrong. His voice was too soft, his words too gentle, the whole demeanor was wrong. You knew he had segments that acted differently, but you couldn't imagine Dottore ever being that kind sounding. But you were in too deep.
"Can you come in here, please? I need to ask you a question."
A few murmurs struck up behind him, but Dottore simply nodded and stepped into the room, turning his back to you as shut the door.
"You know..." he mused as he clicked the lock shut.
Ah, there it was. With the door closed, his voice changed, with that hint of cruelty and mania that you had come to associate with him lacing his words. His blood red eyes bored into you, a sly smile creeping across his face.
"Oh, what's with the expression? You seem a little scared of me, Divine One. Am I not as nice as you assumed?"
He didn't allow you to answer, pacing closer to where you lay, buried beneath the pile of blankets.
"There's really no need to be scared of me. After all, I was the one who nursed you so lovingly back to health when you were brought here out of the cold. Aren't I so generous?"
"You healed me?"
You didn't bother hiding your concern. You kicked off your pile of blankets and assessed your body, trying to see if any of your organs were missing.
"My my, do you have such little faith in me? I am a doctor after all. One of the best I'll have you know."
He leaned against the wall by your bedside, giving you a rather unnerving grin.
"Well, you have my undivided attention. What was it that you wanted to ask me?"
You were starting to think that it was a very bad idea to ask for Dottore, but you also suspected that saying you wanted to talk to someone else would go over even worse.
"Yes, I just...wanted to know what I missed while I was asleep. You know, with the other nations."
"Ahh, of course! Well, upon some reflection they seem to have come to the conclusion that you are the actual creator and not a 'fake' as they so cruelly labelled you. Needless to say, quite a few letters of apology have been sent begging for your forgiveness for their dreadful ignorance. Including-"
He reached over to you, laying a shockingly gentle hand upon your bandaged side.
"-the one who nearly killed you."
"You know who it is?" you asked in surprise.
"But of course! Simply assessing your wound, I could tell the weapon and the particular style of it, which made it rather easy to cross-referencing that with the time and location that you were attacked and deduce your attacker with little difficulty. "
"Really?"
He scoffed. "No, of course not. They mentioned in their letter that they were the one who harmed you."
Dottore stepped away from you, pacing towards the door as he pulled a crumpled note from his pocket and tossed it onto the end of your bed.
"You should read it sometime, it is truly a delightfully pathetic read. They only made one mistake."
"Mistake?"
He turned to look at you and you saw that all of the cruel humor that had covered his face was gone, replaced with an infinitely scarier coldness.
"They signed their name. So now, I know exactly who will be my next experiment, when we invade the other nations."
There was silence for a moment, before his features softened and he let out a soft laugh.
"You should sleep. It's the best medicine after all. We can discuss this more in the morning."
Dottore went to turn from you once more, but paused as you opened your mouth.
"Dottore, burn the letter. I don't want to read what they have to say."
A wicked grin flashed across his face as he snatched the letter back up and strode towards the fire.
"You know, I think-"
He tossed the letter into the embers and watched as it instantly caught alight.
"-that you and I will get along very, very well."
Dottore pulled the door open and gave you one last comment before leaving, not even turning his head.
"Sweet dreams, Your Grace."
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That took me so long to write guys 😭 but anyway i hope you liked it! like i said earlier, i struggle a bit with dottore because he has all his different segments with different personalities but i think this turned out okay.
Also, the order for the next few harbingers will go as such
Tartaglia- requested by @gallantys and @followingyou247
Pierro - requested by @mistresssasori
Capitano - requested by @moonlite-drabbles @megsthings and @legendarysacrificer-blog (yall really love him clearly)
If you guys want to help me pick the order after that, go ahead in the comments!
also tagging @heizoubeloved in this because you mentioned wanting to see more!
#yandere genshin#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin sagau#dottore x reader#fatui x reader#fatui harbingers
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Superstar (Part 1)
Pairing: Rooster x f!reader, (blink and you'll miss it, unrequited) Hangman x f!reader
Warnings: ANGST, good ending promise
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 19.7k (holy sh*t)
Summary: “I’m no one special, just another wide eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you.”
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Rooster is sure he's in love with this girl. Only problem is, he's never seen or face or know her name
No use of y/n
Based of off Superstar (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift
Author's Note: It's me, Hi. This one shot is so freaking late y'all. In all honesty I started writing this August around the time I finished writing Naked, but life and school happened and now here we are. It felt amazing getting to stretch my writing skills again for anything other than research papers, and I'm on winter break so it seems as good a time as any. I'm not going to give anymore excuses, but I promise this is worth a read. This is the longest single piece of work I have ever written. It ended at 65 pages and almost 20k words in my drafts. Its so long that Tumblr won't let post the entire one shot in one post so im splitting it in two, but dw send part will be posted immediately after this is posted. I also didn't have anyone edit this, so I apologize for any grammatical errors (most likely tense consistency bcs i suck at those) I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it and I hope it tide y'all over until I can write the next chapter of Let Me Go. Here is Superstar.
Bradley Bradshaw’s voice was an enigma to you. How could anyone's voice be so hoarse and yet so strong?
As an air traffic controller for the Navy, you’ve heard every type of voice imaginable. The gruff demanding ones from the Air Boss, the shrill screams of pilots having to eject due to a bird strike, the quiet dulcet tones of a shy WSO, and everything in between.
The first time you heard his voice through the comms, you weren’t exactly starstruck per se, just a bit thrown off.
“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off.”
It’s not like you didn’t know who the pilots flying this mission were. Everyone in the goddamn Navy knew who they were, they were the best of the best.
You even saw their pictures. And thought some of them were cute (especially the one rocking the Miami Vice Stache). But hearing their voices was different from reading their files.
Though most of the details of the mission were classified, you had a basic idea and knew that there was a good chance that someone wasn’t coming home.
“This is Dagger 2, asking for clearance for take off”
The voice repeated. You snapped out of your thoughts, the voice was smooth as honey and it had just a hint of fear but yet so heavily determined. Your heart really went out to the poor pilot.
“Dagger 2, you’re clear for take off.” You said, trying to convey as much sympathy as you could in those words.
The actual mission itself didn’t last longer than 3 minutes. Working for the navy, you should’ve been used to the high stakes situations that often go hand in hand with these kinds of assignments. But you couldn’t help but sit on the edge of your seat during the duration of the mission.
There were a few initial hiccups, you felt like you were watching a movie as you listened to the daggers communicate with one another. Their nervousness (and to be honest your own) upon seeing the SAMs and your both concern and irritation at Lieutenant Bradshaw’s cautiousness.
Yes, his by the book and precise flying is part of the reason why he was considered one of the best, but if he didn’t throw that shit out of the window and speed up he will end up getting himself killed. And even though you didn’t necessarily know him, this possibility filled your body with so much dread.
You felt relieved (well only slightly, they hadn’t made it out of the woods just yet) when Rooster finally got out of his own head and sped up. The two miracles were successfully pulled off and the 4 jets had made it past Coffin Corner. Now it was a dogfight all the way home.
You commended just how level headed and pragmatic the pilots were as they evaded the SAMs and attacks that were thrusted upon them. You knew if you were in the same situation you would’ve panicked and blown up by now. Your admiration was interrupted by the mayday call of Captain Mitchell.
A heavy tension set in the control room, everyone was shocked at what just transpired. It was interrupted by the voices of the other daggers. Notably Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace.
Phoenix had announced that she and Lieutenant Floyd were heading back to home base, along with Payback and Fanboy. However, you were yet to hear confirmation from Rooster, with the last thing he said went along the lines of going after Maverick.
You held your breath as you heard Admiral Simpson demanded his return. The control room was met with silence, and you knew exactly what he was going to do.
It was less than 5 minutes when it was confirmed that Lieutenant Bradshaw’s plane had been shot down after attacking an enemy plane. His beacon went dark.
Lieutenant Seresin requested clearance for take off but was rebuffed by the Air Boss. You had to take everything in you to not shed a tear.
A thick silence fell over the entire ship. The mission was technically a success but you wouldn’t be able to tell based on the solemn look on everyone’s faces.
Even after the remaining daggers returned on the ship, no one wanted to leave the control room. The entire ship was at a standstill.
That was until a beacon marked “Rooster” started beeping on the screen.
No it couldn’t be.
“Sir, Rooster has gone supersonic.” You told Admiral Simpson with a gulp, trying to contain your hope.
“An F-14 tomcat has been spotted sir.” Another ATC announced.
“Maverick.” You heard someone say, not sure who but you did not care at that point. What’s important is that they were alive!
But it was not time to celebrate just yet. Two bogies were spotted alongside the F-14 Tomcat. And everyone knew this meant a dogfight was about to commence.
The situation looked more and more grim. An ancient F-14 against Fifth Gens? It was unlikely for the two pilots to make it out unscathed yet alone alive.
But by some grace of God (or possibly Maverick’s unbeatable skill, probably both) they managed to take down two bogies.
Rooster managed to turn on the plane’s radio to contact the ship. You felt relief which was instantly thwarted by the news that there was still one Fifth Gen, directly in front of the plane.
You knew they needed help. You looked at Admiral Simpson desperately, hoping that he would allow the Reserve Dagger to go assist. But Cyclone seemed frozen and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands.
“Dagger Reserve, are you ready for liftoff?” You spoke into the mic, the other people in the control room looked at you in shock.
“Finally!” The elated voice of Hangman came through the comms.
Admiral Simpson shot you a hard glare, if only looks could kill, you’d probably be as screwed as Maverick and Rooster. But you knew you had to do something.
“Yes this is Dagger Reserve asking clearance for takeoff.”
“Dagger Reserve, you are clear for takeoff. Bring our boys home.” You said with a small smile, if you get fired and discharged, possibly thrown into the ocean it’ll be worth it knowing what you did to save the aviators.
Hangman shot down the Fifth Gen with ease, earning him his second confirmed air combat kill. You knew that the other pilots would never hear the end of it. But all you cared about is he saved HIM.
Rooster’s laugh and banter with Hangman might’ve been the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard.
Seeing him on the tarmac reunited with the rest of his team had to be one of the highlights of your career with the Navy, if this was the last moment you had in the branch then you were perfectly content.
“What you did was reckless insubordination! If there was another fifth Gen out there, we would’ve lost 3 of our best pilots and 2 planes worth millions of dollars!” Admiral Simpson had chastised you.
“I have half a mind to dishonorably discharge you!” You 're ready to accept your punishment with grace. You were however surprised at his next words
“But your actions saved 2 of our men.” He added with a gulp.
“You are clear from punishment, but DO NOT make this a habit!”
“Yes sir.” You told him with a steady voice.
“Thank you sir.”
“You are dismissed, go join the rest of the fleet.” He told you.
You ran down to celebrate the returning pilots, but so was everyone else. You could only see a glimpse of Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Bradshaw past the dozens of bodies approaching to greet them.
But even from where you were standing you could see the beaming smile and bright eyes of the mustached pilot. And from that exact moment you knew you were a goner.
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Next time you heard his voice was a few weeks post mission. Apparently he accepted a post to teach at Top Gun.
You were decently shocked to learn that the team assembled for the mission decided to stay in Miramar. Especially since they basically got their pick of post anywhere in the world.
But you figured Lieutenant Bradshaw, or rather Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw (remembering his promotion), decided to stay because of his recent reconciliation with Captain Mitchell.
“This is Rooster asking for clearance for takeoff.” He said through the comms.
“You’re still here?” Shit. You did not mean to say that out loud.
You heard back a chuckle from the pilot.
“Yes, I decided to stick around Fightertown for a little while.”
“Sorry sir.” You replied grateful that he couldn’t see the blush that was forming on your cheeks.
“You are clear for takeoff.”
“Thanks sweetheart. Roger that.” You felt your cheeks grow hotter as he took off into the air.
“ATC you still there?” He asked you once he was at cruising altitude.
“Yes Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, I am still here.” Hoping that he forgot your earlier words and needed something official.
“Any reason why you were shocked at my staying?” He asked you.
You gulped at his question. Was this allowed? You’ve never had a pilot ask you a question before that didn’t pertain to instructions, both on the ground and in the air.
After a breath you answered his question.
“I heard about your promotion, and the offer to be posted anywhere in the world. Just surprised you chose to stay here.”
“Sometimes a family is worth more than any accolade or prestigious post.” He told you. You could tell he really cared about Maverick, but was not sure about the history of that.
Would asking him be crossing a line?
“Why do you stay in fightertown?” He asks you.
“Not for anything as noble as your reason Lieutenant Commander, just an assigned post.”
“Well I hope you’re liking Miramar. Actually grew up here.” You were surprised that he was still speaking to you, considering he was in the sky for a reason, and normally pilots didn’t maintain this much conversation with Air Traffic Control.
“I really like it so far, having some trouble with making friends though.” You don’t know why you admitted this to him, especially through comms that other people are definitely listening in to. And especially to a Naval hero who definitely would have no interest in the life of a lowly ATC.
“Well, consider me your first friend sweetheart.” He responded and he actually sounded genuine. You couldn’t help but smile at the aviator's words.
You were about to respond when you were interrupted by Hangman through the comms.
“Usually I would encourage this, but you can flirt later, Rooster, we gotta shoot down Mav.”
Your little bubble had been burst as you remembered why you had to clear him for takeoff earlier.
“That’s my cue, talk to you later, friend.”
“Have a good exercise Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” You respond with a smile you know he’d never see.
Your shift ended before they finished their exercise, so you didn’t get to give Rooster clearance to land (or maybe you just hoped to speak to him again). But from what you heard, it was the closest the team got to finally shooting down the infamous Captain.
You knew that one day they could surpass the pilot, but you were glad that they were able to learn and grow (and stay) a little longer at Top Gun.
In an effort to make more friends you agreed to go out with some of your fellow ATCs that night. Which is how you ended up in a bar on the beach called ‘the Hard Deck’.
Your co-workers were nice enough, and you were honestly glad that you weren’t spending another night with a plate of pad Thai watching yet another crappy Netflix rom-com.
Imagine your surprise when Rooster and his crew of pilots walked into the very same bar. They went straight to the pool tables and were currently arguing over who got to play first.
“God definitely has favorites, because they are so fine.” Your co-worker Laura sighs.
“I wanna climb Seresin like a tree.” She adds.
“I’m more of a Coyote and Payback kind of gal.” Your other co-worker Sara remarked.
“But I wouldn’t kick Fanboy or Bob out of bed, they look like they know some tricks.”
She said as she took another drink of her martini. You agreed with their judgements but couldn’t help but only have eyes for one of the pilots.
“Good choice.” Your other co-worker Lia tells you after following your gaze.
“Bradshaw definitely takes the cake.”
You blush upon being caught staring at Rooster.
All your co-workers nodded in agreement with Lia.
“He’s not as pretty as Hangman but he’s somehow more fuckable.” Laura comments.
You couldn’t help but feel possessive as the other women also stared at Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw with hungry eyes.
But it’s not like you had any right to that feeling, he wasn’t yours, he didn’t even know who you were.
The conversation moved on to other topics, it could’ve been anything from the weather or the latest Naval gossip but you were only half paying attention. You were honestly just glad that they were done ogling a certain pilot.
You really liked the Hard Deck. It was now clear that it was a Navy spot and it was really cool to see the usually serious people from work loosened up in civilian clothes.
The night was bustling and while you were glad for some company, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. All these women knew each other and had all these little jokes with one another, and you were an outsider that had a bit of a neurotic streak.
You were wondering if this was a pity invite, and you were slowly leaning to a yes but you were already here, might as well make the best of it.
You prepared yourself to jump back into the conversation, when the music from the jukebox had abruptly stopped. And while the men booed, you saw that the women all stopped and stared at the piano. Or rather the person at the piano.
Lo and behold, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was seated at the decades old instrument, his fingers expertly playing an old Elton John hit. Of course he would have an affinity for the 80s, as shown by his mustache.
If you thought his speaking voice was beautiful, his singing voice was downright heavenly. He had this low tenor that was so strong and made “I’m still standing” sound sensual. How is that even possible?
Obviously you weren’t the only person that thought so, you saw women dancing in front of him, singing along and obviously trying to get his attention.
For the other women (and some men) that weren’t, were singing along and staring, were all bewitched at the pilot’s skill. And really, who could blame them?
He had this air of confidence that even the cockiest of pilots could never compete with, he was a superstar. In the air and the ground.
When he (sadly) finished his song, the entire bar cheered and chanted his name. He did a silly dance and seemed to have no care in the world.
You couldn’t help but fall for him a little more.
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“This is Rooster, in the air calling for Air Traffic Control.”
You just started your shift less than 2 minutes ago and did not know that Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was already in the air.
“This is Air Traffic Control, what do you need, Lieutenant Commander?” You ansered, trying to keep your voice calm, hoping your little crush on the aviator wouldn’t show in your voice.
“It’s you!” Rooster exclaimed.
“I’m not sure what you mean sir?”
“You’re the ATC from the other day? The one that agreed to be my friend.”
A blush crept onto your face, you were surprised he remembered your interaction.
“Um yes sir.”
“You got off the comm lines so quickly the other day. I didn’t get to invite you to hang out with me and meet some other new friends at the Hard Deck.”
Your heart grew warm. He was serious? He wasn’t just trying to be polite?
“I was at the Hard Deck sir. Saw you there with your squadron.”
“Oh shit, really? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Seemed rude to just insert myself, sir.”
“Plus you seemed preoccupied with your adoring fans.” You said with a giggle.
“It was an amazing performance.”
“Oh yeah? Are you a fan?” You heard him ask, already seeing his smirk in your mind.
“Oh yeah definitely! Consider me the president of the fan club sir.” You quipped.
“So what does the role of “president” entail?”
“You know, make t-shirts, teach the Rooster 101 class, and of course host the weekly meeting where we talk about how hot and talented Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw is.”
“So you think I’m hot?”
Your face grew warm in response, and cursed yourself for accidentally flirting nonsensically. And prayed to whatever higher power that no one was currently listening to the comm line.
“Oh um-.” You began to respond.
“No! Sir-…um I just…”
“You know it’s frowned upon to lie to your superiors.” He said in a serious tone.
“Oh no I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“
“ATC….”He interrupts, with an inflection at the end of the last letter
“Yes I think you’re hot Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw” You confessed with a gulp.
He let out a hearty chuckle.
You were completely mortified and you don’t think your face has ever been this hot before. If you thought you didn’t have a chance before, more so now. You were debating whether you should disconnect now and go back to your job (I mean this is technically your job, but not the flirting part).
You were broken out of your inner debate by Rooster
“Thanks sweetheart.”
“You know you don’t have to keep calling me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw right?”
“You can call me Rooster.”
You were thankful for the subject change.
“Okay Lieutenant Comma-“
“Sorry, okay….Rooster.”
“Now that’s better.” He said with a slight laugh, you could already see his dazzling smile now.
“How about you ATC? What should I call you?”
“Oh you can call me-“ you began to say.
“This is Lieutenant Finch asking for clearance for takeoff.” You were cut off by the comm.
You sighed, back to real life.
“I’m sorry Rooster, I got to go back to duty.”
You cut off the comm lines before he could respond.
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Next time you saw him, he was walking down a hallway with Lieutenant Commander Trace by his side. He was talking so animatedly, his hands waving around as he delivered his point.
It sounded like he was gushing about a tail spin maneuver that Maverick pulled off, and god he’s so beautiful. When he speaks it’s like you couldn’t help but listen. Hell! you bet a reading of the F-18 NATOPS would sound like absolute sin coming from his mouth.
You were so caught up in his voice that you didn’t notice how close you were to passing him.
You felt your breath get caught in your throat as your shoulders brushed against his as you walked in the opposite direction. Even through your thick khakis, you can feel how muscular his shoulders were. Damn this man works out.
“Oops sorry ma’am” he stopped and turned to you. His eyes were concerned that he hurt you from a measly bump. This man could not be real.
“I didn't mean to bump you. And as put together as I seem to be, I am actually a huge klutz and a hazard to pretty girls.” He said with a chuckle and a wink.
You tried to respond to him, but only a squeak managed to leave your mouth. Starstruck that he’s speaking to you for the first time, not through a comm line.
Wait and he called you pretty! You were now fighting a blush creeping on your cheeks. But to the two aviators it looked like you were not amused
“Stop bothering her Rooster, she obviously has places to be.” Phoenix chastises him.
“I apologize for my bothersome friend.” She turned to say to you. And all your pathetic shy ass can do is nod.
“See you around! And sorry again!” Rooster says once more as Lieutenant Trace pulls him away and down the hallway.
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Okay, you were not doing this on purpose, well sorta. Sometimes in the midst of your constant daydreaming, your subconscious kinda just takes the reins and dictates your actions.
Which is how you found yourself coincidentally choosing a work schedule that lined up the most perfectly with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s flying times.
You hoped for another conversation with Rooster, hoping to redeem yourself from your words (or rather lack thereof) during the hallway debacle.
But the Lieutenant Commander seemed very focused on the exercise that they’ve been working on for the past week and has not been speaking to you as much as of late.
You were of course sad, and you felt a pit in your stomach grow larger and larger each passing day that your conversations started and ended with “you’re cleared for takeoff”.
You almost wish that your stupid infatuation would go away so that you didn’t feel yourself crushed at the end of every single work day.
But you would catch a glimpse of his smile on the tarmac and your heart would fill with so much longing once again.
It had been almost a week since your last true interaction with the aviator, you were beyond pathetic at this point.
At last, he finally called in after he was in the sky.
“Is the president of my fan club there?” He called into the comms.
Was he talking about you? I mean who else would he be talking about considering the topic of your conversation last time.
Unless he talks to all the ATCs like this, flirting with them until they become flustered and red as a tomato. He’s probably done this with Sara, or Laura or even both! The thought filled your stomach with dread. Should you stay silent and pretend you didn’t hear him? Or maybe he actually needs something, it would be unprofessional of you to not help your superior or maybe-
“I know you’re there, I can hear you thinking”
Rooster has a habit of breaking you out of your anxiety induced thoughts.
“Are you calling for me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”
You heard him clear his throat, expectant.
“Oh I’m sorry, Rooster.” You corrected yourself.
“That’s better” He said with a chuckle.
“Sorry I’ve been radio silent the past week sweetheart, have had a lot on my mind.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me! You’re one of the greatest pilots in the world, no need to worry about me.” You assured him, and maybe you were a bit self-deprecating but it was true.
“No need for all of that ATC, I’m just a guy in a plane. And were friends, remember? It’s not fair of me to leave you in the dark.”
Damn. AND he's humble? How can this man be anymore perfect?
“ Thank you Rooster.” You replied with a small smile.
“Sorry again for going ghost, this is a bit of a hard week for me” He continued.
In any normal circumstance, asking for elaboration would seem like prying, but your conversations with the Lieutenant commander have been less than normal as of late. You still had no clue where you got the courage to ask.
“Oh, why is that?”
“Wanna know all my secrets already sweetheart?”
He somehow managed to avoid the question AND make you flustered. He’s good.
“How about I let you know my stories over dinner?”
You just felt your heart jump out of your chest and into another dimension. There’s no way THE Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you out.
This had to be some kind of game, one that he’s no doubt played a million times before. Rooster had no shortage of women who wanted him and the fact that he’s asking you out of all people was unbelievable. There was no way.
“Um like a date?” You ask him nervously.
He chuckles at your response, amused at your edginess. But to you it sounded like the thunderclap before the lightning strike of rejection.
You just wished he’d get on with it. Hoping he lets you down easy so you can move on from this crush and actually do your job.
“What else would I mean?” He finally responded.
Your entire body felt like a cracked glow stick. You felt bright and overheated, but also cold as ice as you’ve somehow lost feeling in your extremities.
So he was asking you out! You were determined to apologize for every time you’ve said God’s name in vain because if Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw was asking you on a date, then there is no doubt that the higher power was real.
But the reality of the situation had set in. If he was this quick to ask you out despite not knowing your name, or what you look like. What’s stopping him from changing his mind and moving on to the next ATC or bartender or crossing guard who gave him admiring attention just as quickly?
You came to a swift realization.
It was against your nature and your better judgment, as your heart was beating out the seams to say yes to Rooster’s invitation. But you had to be smart about this.
You had to play the game.
“I’m gonna have to say no sir.”
You can feel the regret setting in already.
“Wow, I think that’s the first no I’ve gotten in…. That might be the first no I’ve ever gotten.”
Great, now you’ve bruised his ego, you had no idea if this tactic was working for or against you.
“Well, I think dinner might be a little further down the line, that’s if you think you can handle it?” You somehow gathered enough courage to (fake) confidently challenge Rooster.
“Oh is that so?” You can hear the intrigue in his voice through the line.
“How about a phone number?” He offers amused
“Hmm… maybe THAT I can agree with.” You responded matching his playful tone.
“In one condition.”
“Oh yeah? And what is that sweetheart?”
“Shoot down Maverick in the drill today.”
“Is that it? I can do that, easy.” There was the cockiness the top gun pilots were famous for.
“That’s funny, considering you haven’t been able to do it in the past 3 weeks.” You jested.
“Ouch, first you reject my invitation, and now you insult my skill? Way to kick a man while he’s already down sweetheart.” He grimaced playfully.
“Gotta give you some kind of challenge sir.” You couldn't hold back the giggle forming in your throat.
“Okay deal, anything to hear that laugh again, outside of these comm lines.” He chuckled.
Oh shit. You completely forgot that you are flirting with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw though a military operated and very public comm line.
“I was wondering when the two of were going to remember the rest of us can hear EVERYTHING.” You heard the voice of Lieutenant Commander Seresin chortle.
You felt your ears burn red in embarrassment.
“Getting rejected over comms Bradley? And here I thought you had game.” Captain Mitchell added. Both of them were laughing at their fellow aviator.
“See what I mean sweetheart? I promise I’m a much better conversationalist when these assholes aren’t around.” Bradley insulted the other two pilots.
“Don’t listen to him ATC, I’ve known him since he was still in diapers , and I promise you, this is as good as he’s gonna get.” Captain Mitchell remarked to you.
“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on him for you either.” He added jokingly.
“Trust me Captain Mitchell, I’m counting on it.” You replied with equal fervor. Maverick responded with a playful tone.
“Sounds good ma’am, hope I don’t disappoint .”
“I’m going to get into position, You two can join me once Bradley is done with his disastrous flirting.” He added before going radio silent, lifting his jet to prepare for the dogfight.
“Hypothetically, if I shoot down Mav, do I get your number?” Hangman teased.
“Walk the walk first, and maybe I’ll consider it.” You quipped, but you knew that the only aviator you’d want to give your number to was Rooster.
“Good enough for me.” Hangman replied.
“Watch me beat you Rooster, in the drill and with the girl.” Hangman chuckled playfully before going radio silent, presumably getting into position.
“Double timing me with Hangman sweetheart? Now thats a killing blow.” Rooster smiled, slightly annoyed at your flirtatious exchange with Seresin but happy that it was just the two of you once again.
“You know how bumptious Lieutenant Commander Seresin can be. I just said it to get rid of him.” You explained.
“Now for you, I am completely serious. Shoot down Mav and you got yourself a phone number.”
“Yours right?” He asked.
You let out a hearty laugh, one that had caused the other ATC’s currently in the control tower to look at you with concerned expressions.
“Yes. Mine.”
“You never know, you could very well give me Admiral Bates’ number. I just wanted to make sure.” He replied.
“Plus its always a bonus to hear you laugh.”
This man never seemed to run out of lines. You had to hold yourself back from melting into a puddle in your seat.
“Well lets see what you got then Lieutenant Commander.” Was the last thing you said as he finally went back up to position.
As much as you wanted to stay tuned into the dogfight like you were a suburban dad cheering on their favorite football team, you did actually have a job to do.
You were in the middle of analyzing flight patterns and putting together a presentation for your co-workers when you heard the sudden call on your headset.
“Hello, this is air traffic control.”
You were greeted with a loud thunderous cheer.
“I did it ATC! I shot down Mav.” Rooster howled.
“Is this true Lieutenant Commander Seresin?” You asked Hangman.
“As much as I tried to sabotage him, yes Rooster did somehow managed to shoot down the old-timer.” Hangman confirmed with a groan.
Shit. Now you have to actually give your number to Rooster.
“Soooo ATC, I’m waiting for the magic numbers.” You could already see the victory smirk on his face.
“Ughhh fine a deal is a deal. But I am not going to give out my private phone number on a monitored line. I’m just gonna have to get it to you another way.”
“Okay fair enough. How are you gonna do that?” Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw queried.
“Don’t worry about it, just know you’ll get it.”
“Or you know you can just give it to me face to fa-.”
“Goodbye Rooster.” You interrupted and dropped the line before he could continue.
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You honestly did not know how you were going to get your number to Rooster. You wouldn’t dare to see him face to face. He’ll take one look at you and know that you were nothing special and he’d lose interest. The only reason he was this enthralled was because you were a mystery to him.
You could always go back on your deal and tell him you were kidding about the number, but you knew that was an asshole move and you were not the type to break agreements. You had to figure out how to get that number to him without him seeing you.
At least then you can speak to him and possibly flirt with him for a little longer before he inevitably loses interest..
You were sat in the comm tower, your head resting on the back of your hand, watching Rooster joke around with Mav and Hangman down in the tarmac beside their F-18s. Even from all the way up here you can see how bright his smile was. He was so beautiful.
You were snapped out of your admiration by the three aviators walking off the tarmac, probably to rest and sit with the other pilots in the hangar. You saw your window of opportunity, in the form of (no pun intended) Rooster’s open canopy on his jet.
If you could sneak down there and place a piece of paper with your number on his dash then you would have fulfilled your side of the deal.
If anyone were to ask, you were not a stalker, you were just very observant, especially if you’ve been watching these pilots for the better part of the last few weeks and knew that they were going to spend at least the next 15 minutes in the hangar until they returned to the tarmac. You had to make your move NOW.
You scribbled your number onto a piece of discarded paper.
“I’m taking a 10!” You announced to the control room before running out clutching the note to your chest.
You quickly ran down from the tower and quickly onto the tarmac, making sure to duck and turn your head away as you passed the hangar (just in case).
You couldn’t remember the last time you ran this fast, probably not since basic training. You quickly manuevered around all the F-18s until you reached the one marked with the label LCDR Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”. You’ve never seen his jet this up close, you wanted desperately to run your hand through the marking of his name, to touch something that he has.
No. You have to remember you’re here on a time-constrained mission, and you had to get out of here not only before the pilots come out, but also before anyone in the comm tower can spot you down here.
You quickly flung yourself up the ladder up to cockpit of the jet and trying to place the piece of paper as rapidly and as gently as you could on the dash. When you finally let go of the paper and saw that it was securely in place, you hopped off the tiny ass ladder and started to speed walk back to the direction of the comm tower.
Your heart was beating a million times per minute and you did it without anyone seeing you. You could see the door to the tower in the distance, and were beelining towards it. That’s until you heard a clear
“HEY!” Coming from behind you.
You turned around and were greeted by the suspect face of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He was standing probably a good 25 feet away and slowly walking towards you.
“Who are you? What are doing down here?”
You had to think of an excuse fast, with as little words spoken as possible. You couldn’t risk him recognizing your voice and telling Rooster. Then all of this would be over too soon.
“Just routine inspection!” You tell him, making your voice higher and hopefully indiscernible from your normal speaking voice.
“Goodbye!” You waved at him before sprinting away and around the tower so he couldn’t see that you were going into the comm room.
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As much as you'd like to think that you successfully made it down and back from the tarmac completely undetected, you knew that running into Hangman could’ve ended disastrously. You needed to learn to be more careful especially now that your number could possibly already be in Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw’s possession. Which means you have to commit to this game.
You put your number in his plane almost 11 hours ago and even though the work day has long ended, and you knew that the pilots leave together at around 5pm and would inevitably end up at the Hard Deck for a few hours.
However it is now nearing 11pm and you still had no notification from anyone other than your mom. No texts, no calls, just email alerts and a few instagram DMs from some old high school friends.
You sighed as you stared at the clock. Maybe he didn’t see the paper? Or he’s still at the Hard Deck?
You knew neither was unlikely because the dagger squad flew out and ran a few more drills later in the day so was in his jet and all the Navy men (or rather the disciplined ones) promptly left the bar at 10pm to prepare for their early work days.
He could’ve and should’ve contacted you by now.
But what did you really expect? That he was going to drop everything and call a random ATC that he had a few indecorous conversations with.
You definitely let this fake confidence build up too much in your head. You had to remember your place. Because who are you other than just a girl, when he was one of the superstar’s of the Navy? The frontliner and the apple of all the admirals’ eyes.
You see the clock flashing 11:15pm and you had a shift early in the morning. There was no use continuing to feel sorry for yourself. Some sleep would do you some good, and hopefully avoid the waterworks that would inevitably come.
You were well on your way to slipping into a deep slumber when you heard the loud text tone originating from your phone.
Unknown Number: Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you today sweetheart. I hope I get the chance soon. Sweet dreams :)
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There must have been some sickness barreling through the base because the normally filled comm room was empty except for you manning the main desk.
Being solo wasn’t too bad, as there weren’t too many pilots scheduled to fly today.
Of course one of them being Rooster.
“Miramar Tower, F/A-18E Super Hornet , 10 southwest at 2,500, inbound for landing “
Speak of the devil, and he shall come
“F/A-18E Super Hornet , Miramar Tower, report entering left downwind Runway 24R.” You responded, keeping yourself professional despite feeling the butterflies in your stomach beating your ass upon hearing his voice.
“Report entering left downwind, F/A-18E Super Hornet . . . . “ He responded before adding
“F/A-18E Super Hornet entering left downwind Runway 24R.”
He was all business today, with absolutely no hint of the usual playfulness in his voice.
“Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, you are cleared to land Runway 24R.”
He let out a slight growl, one you would miss if you weren’t listening so intently.
He hesitated for a moment before finally responding.
“Cleared to land Runway 24R, F/A-18E Super Hornet “
You saw his jet successfully land and reached for the button to disconnect when you heard Rooster’s voice flood your headphones once again.
“Do you remember what I said about calling me ‘Lieutenant Commander’ sweetheart?” He asks steely.
Fuck, he sounds so sexy when he’s stern. No man’s voice has ever had this effect on you.
“Yes sir, Rooster.” You said with a longing breath.
You curse yourself for being incapable of being subtle.
“Normally I would say no ‘sir’ just ‘Rooster’, but I’ll allow it. Only because it sounds so good coming from your mouth.”
Holy shit. And you thought you weren’t subtle, you were usually clueless when it came to men flirting but even you could read that loud and clear.
“You sure you want to be hitting on me over comms SIR?” you said purring
“Would you rather me come up there sweetheart? So I can do it face-to-face” He said with the same gruffness. You can see him glancing up to the tower as he lifted his canopy and exited his plane.
“I dare you Lieutenant Commander.” You replied matching his salacious tone.
“Gonna have to teach you a lesson don’t I?.” The connection cuts off as he removes his helmet and rushes up to the tower.
You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your pounding heartbeat, there is no way you just invited Rooster up to the comm room.
It couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes when you heard the door burst open and saw Rooster enter, his skin still glistening from sweating under the California sun.
He looked like a Greek god, and you had to stop your jaw from physically dropping at the sight of him.
“Finally done hiding from me sweetheart?” He greeted you teasingly.
You slowly approached one another. You opened your mouth to respond with a flirty response but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat.
You didn’t even notice how close you were to him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body. You were staring straight ahead and avoiding his gaze. Choosing to maintain eye contact with the lowered zipper of his flight suit. Giving you a glimpse of the hard planes of his chest underneath.
Your breath hitched as you felt him grab you by the waist and pull you bodies together. His hands felt so hot on your body and you still couldn’t bring yourself to look up into his gaze.
That is until he placed a hand on your chin and gently pulled it up to look into your eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re all shy now sweetheart?” He said with a smirk and he tugged your bodies closer.
“Where’s all that talk from earlier?” He whispered as he kissed the skin beneath your ear, before moving his lips to your jaw and leaving soft caressing kisses trailing down your jaw, down to where your neck meets your collarbone
Okay, you have definitely lost the ability to breathe, let alone to speak several moments ago. If he wasn’t currently holding you so tightly your legs would’ve given out from under you.
All you could feel was him and all your mind can think of is Rooster. Rooster. Rooster.
He finally brought his head back up and stared at your lips. He licked his before he finally closed the distance between you and-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
You woke up in your bed in a cold sweat.
Holy shit, it was just a dream. It felt so real.
You could’ve sworn you could still feel his hand gripping on your waist and his hot breath on your ear.
You glanced at your alarm clock to see that you overslept by 30 minutes!
You quickly got up and got ready, you swear to God you had never gotten ready faster in your life. But you still managed to be 15 minutes late.
Your supervisor was not happy. But you were normally punctual so they allowed you this one oversight. As long as you swore to never repeat it again.
You finally caught your breath and settled in your station. You were relieved that you didn’t miss too much.
But since you were late Rooster was assigned to a different ATC on his flight plan for the day.
This did make you sad but in a way maybe it was necessary for today.
First because you could not possibly hold a conversation with him after the erotic dream that you still hadn't physically recovered from, and second because you were actually becoming pathetic.
You had set 4 simple rules for yourself when you joined the Navy
Stay Focused
Always be punctual
Sleep early to be well rested, and most importantly
Do not get involved with Navy men.
You somehow managed to break all rules in the last few weeks.
You had a wet dream that caused you to break your perfect punctuality streak. A dream that was about a certain pilot that caused you to stay up late and has spent the better part of a month distracting you.
For the lack of better phrasing, you really needed to get your shit together.
But when you stepped into the mess hall after a fairly productive half of a day, and saw his face, you remembered just why you were so enamored.
A smile from him was worth breaking the rules you set for yourself.
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You were probably home for less than 10 minutes when you heard the text notification coming from the living room.
You wiped your hands on a dish rag and walked out of the kitchen to grab your phone, which you almost dropped upon seeing who the text came from.
The text last night was completely unexpected and was definitely part of the reason why Rooster somehow made it into your dream. And even though you were half asleep at the time, you managed to save his number under “Rooster ✈️🐔”.
Which is how you knew you were staring at a text from said aviator.
Rooster ✈️🐔: Missed you today :(
You have been carefully analyzing the text for the last 30 seconds you laid eyes on it. He missed you??? What does that mean? He had your number for the better part of two days and he only managed to contact you when you were almost asleep, and after a day of ignoring him.
Asking him what he meant would be too obvious and would make you come out as naïve. So you did what any rational woman with a crush would do. Deflect.
You: Do you have a problem with emojis or something?
Rooster ✈️🐔: Huh? What do you mean?
You: I can’t remember the last time I saw someone use emoticons unironically.
Rooster ✈️🐔: Are you making fun of me? I personally think emoticons are neat
Rooster ✈️🐔: And I don’t know how to download emojis :/
You felt like a schoolgirl as you felt your face break into a grin at his antics.
You were formulating a reply when you were interrupted by the screen indicating an incoming call from Rooster ✈️🐔.
You stared at your phone in panic and let it continue to ring. Holy shit he was calling you. At least in text you can formulate a plan and have a carefully crafted response. You did not have that luxury with a voice call.
But what are you going to do? Ignore it?
You had to make a decision fast. Okay yes, it will be a little more nerve wracking to speak on a voice call but that's better than nothing right? And you spoke to him all the time over comms, even though technically it is different because those conversations can be hidden under the guise of carrying out your job and you did not have that safety net in this situation.
After a few seconds you thought “Fuck it” and pressed the green button.
“Hi” You answered with a breath.
“Oh thank god, you actually answered” He responded, teasing relief in his voice.
“What? You thought I wouldn’t?” You asked him as if it was the most outlandish thing in the world (even you were seriously debating it less than a minute ago).
“Well lets look at the track record, you rejected my dinner invite, doubted my skill as a world class pilot, left me on read last night, and just made fun of my emoticons.”
“The signs were all pointing there.”
You bursted out in laughter at his rantings.
“Wow! And now you’re laughing at my misery, a man just can’t win with you can they sweetheart?” He feigned hurt.
“I’m sorry Lieutenant Commander, I didn’t realize it was so easy to hurt your feelings.” You teased him.
“AND were back to Lieutenant Commander? You do not pull your punches, do you?”
“I’d like to think we’re past all those formalities, outside of work please call me Rooster, or rather yet, call me Bradley.” He asserted.
“Sometimes I forget your full god given name is Bradley Bradshaw. Brad Brad. I’m making that your name on my phone” You continued to tease with a giggle.
“Did your parents know what they were subjecting you to?”
“Ha Ha very funny, unfortunately they were the main ones who made the Brad Brad joke.” He admitted dejected.
This caused you to laugh again.
“Hey this is not fair! I don’t even know your name to make fun of.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.
“You know I’m gonna find out your name eventually sweetheart, so why don’t you just give it up now?”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
You wanted to finally tell him your name, you did. But that just opens a can of worms that would lead to reality, which you were not yet ready to face.
“I can’t call you ATC forever sweetheart..”
“Well.. what do you want to call me?”
“Preferably your name?” He suggested.
“You only get one chance to choose so try again.” You warned.
“And make it good”
“Okay fine I’ll bite.” He finally gave in.
“Lets see, what to call you….”
“Well you laugh a lot, and most of the time at me, so I think I want to use something related to that.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to make fun of.” You quipped.
“Fair enough. Just know I only let you because I actually like the sound of your laugh.”
You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks again.
“Clock is ticking, and you’re wasting your time flirting. What is it gonna be?” You goaded him.
“Okay Okay, but don’t think I won’t continue later.”
“I have no doubt about it”
“So something pertaining laughing…hmmm. Giggles?”
“If you call me Giggles, I’m hanging up and blocking you.” You threaten him.
He responded with his own laugh, and god if you didn’t love his as much as he claimed to like yours.
“Chuckles?”
“I prefered Giggles.” You grimaced
“Merry?”
“Too Christmas-y”
“Chirpy?”
“That sounds like a name for a bird or something you’d call your grandma. How are you so bad at this?”
“I’m trying!”
“Try to pick something better than all of those please, and do it in the next 30 seconds or I revoke your naming permissions.”
“Fine…Okay! I got it!”
“Cloud!”
“Cloud?” You asked
“Yes! Like flying on Cloud 9!”
His selection brought a smile to your face. You pretended to think on it.
“It’s acceptable.”
“Yes!”
“See? I’m not completely useless, and it fits because I’m flying on Cloud 9 whenever I know you’re my ATC.”
His admission caused your breath to catch in your throat. He really did know how to make a girl feel special, even though you knew you had no actual chance with him in the real world.
“I bet you say that to all the ATCs.”
“Well they are responsible for making sure that I don’t crash into other planes on the runway. Gotta keep them happy somehow”
You laugh at his joke, but holding some sadness because even though he was joking, in a way it felt like it held some truth.
“But seriously, you have no idea how much joy you brought me yesterday. Both with our conversation and seeing that you actually gave me your number. Which is why I was really sad that you weren’t my ATC today.”
He sounded sincere, but you tried to keep yourself from taking his lines to heart.
You smiled.
“Speaking of your number, how the hell did you get that piece of paper into my dash?”
“There was no one else I saw near my jet except my squad and they were with me the entire time. When did you manage to do it?”
“A girl doesn’t reveal her secrets Rooster.” You jested
“Speaking of secrets, pray tell why it took you over twelve hours to use it?” You asked him, you had to know.
“Yeah, sorry about that late text sweetheart… I stayed out at the Hard Deck with Mav a little later than usual. It was my dad’s death anniversary and I honestly spent most of the day sulking and dreading leaving my apartment.”
“Oh.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You responded sympathetically, now feeling guilty at asking such an intrusive question.
“No worries sweetheart, the minute I heard your voice on comms, it brightened my day, even more so when you gave me your number.”
“So thank you for the boost and the motivation to finally kick Mav’s ass in the sky.”
Your heart felt warm hearing that you had that effect on him, you woul’ve believed his words if you didn’t know better.
“You’re welcome Bradley.” You finally called him by his real first name, admittedly it felt right coming from your mouth.
You both sat in comfortable silence when you were interrupted by the smoke alarm in your kitchen. It hit you that your dinner was left on the stove forgetten during your conversation with Bradley.
“Oh shit, I’m pretty sure I just burnt my dinner. I gotta go before I set my entire apartment on fire.”
Bradley chuckled at your unintentional lapse of memory.
“Okay sweetheart I’ll talk to you soon.”
You ended the call.
You managed to clear out the smoke out of your apartment, but unfortunately did not save your chicken.
You had to settle for a frozen hot pocket that had been in your freezer for God know how long, but hey it did the job and beggars can’t be choosers.
You felt the tiredness from the busy workday hit you and you decided it was a good idea to turn in early. You showered and finished your nighttime routine and settled into your bed with your phone on your nightstand.
Your phone flashed once again to signal a text. Apparently, Rooster had the same idea about an early night.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Goodnight Cloud <3 I’ll talk to you tomorrow
You: Goodnight Bradley :)
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You were honestly pleasantly surprised at how consistently you and Bradley communicated.
It followed the same schedule. During the days, you were usually his ATC so he would of course flirt with you over comms, and you’d try to maintain come decorum of professionalism, but would eventually flirt black. Persistence is key and Bradley is nothing if not persistent.
When he wasn’t in the air during work hours he would sneakily text you his little random thoughts he had during the day.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Have you ever noticed how small Hangman’s mouth is?
You: What?
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No seriously look at it. His mouth is always scrunched up even when he smiles.
You: Why are you staring at Hangman’s mouth?
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: We’ve been stuck in this meeting and he keeps chewing that stupid toothpick, its distracting.
You: Didn’t realize you had a thing for Seresin, Brad Brad? 🤔
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: ???????
You: You just said his mouth is distracting
You: Its okay Rooster, just say you wanna kiss him, the tension between you is so thick you can cut it with a knife.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I don’t want to kiss Hangman >:(
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You wanna know who I do wanna kiss though?
You: Let me guess…..
You: Bob!
You: Or better yet, Cyclone 🤪
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: No :(((
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: I wanna kiss you
You: Let’s Play 8 Ball!
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ha ha you’re hilarious
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: If I beat you then can I get a kiss?
Read 2:13pm
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Ouch :(
On weekday nights where he didn’t go to the Hard Deck, you would have your nightly phone call at 7:30pm sharp where you would both stay on the phone while you both cooked dinner. You would catch up on the little things during the day that you didn’t text about and just mostly got to know one another.
You can admit that yes, what initially drew you to Rooster was his beautiful smile and his skill as a pilot. But the more you spoke to him the more you saw not just Lieutenant Commander “Rooster” Bradshaw. But you also saw Bradley.
You quickly saw that he was kind, humble, and so caring of others.
“Hey Cloud, I’m sorry for calling you so late.” You noticed his tone was more solemn than usual and checked the time, it was nearing 8pm.
“It’s fine Bradley, you’re not that late.”
“What’s wrong?” You asked him.
“Payback and Fanboy flew into a jetwash today….”
“They had to eject.” He answered dejectedly
“I heard about that. Are they okay?”
Laura told you about the incident a little earlier, she was the ATC for the flight. The ear-splitting static that hit her headset after the aircraft collided with the ground was enough to shake even the most experienced ATC. So you couldn’t imagine being the pilot and the WSO in that situation.
“They’re at the hospital overnight for observation. I stuck around to make sure they were okay.”
It was very strange for you to hear Rooster so despondent. You knew he cared about his friends, and he would do anything for them, but it felt like there was more to the situation.
“You’re very thoughtful for that Bradley.. I’m sure they appreciated it”
“It was my fault, Cloud.” he confessed.
You were taken aback at his admittance, but you would’ve heard if there was someone that was directly responsible for the accident, it involved aircraft worth millions of dollars after all.
“They flew into my jetwash.”
“Bradley, that wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have controlled their flight path.” You tried to reassure him.
“But I shouldn’t have been so reckless!” He exclaimed.
“If I wasn’t so busy trying to outdo Coyote, I wouldn’t have almost hit a bird strike and had to slow down, and they wouldn't have gotten caught in the wash.”
You didn’t want to tell him he was being irrational for blaming himself for a situation that was clearly out of his hands, you knew there was something more there.
“But they’re fine right? Everyone is okay. No one was seriously hurt.” You explained to him.
“Yeah no one got hurt….THIS time.”
His statement piqued your interest, you were getting somewhere.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, finally letting go of the pretenses.
“That’s how my dad died.” He confessed.
In a way you knew about LTJG Nick Bradshaw and his untimely death during his Top Gun training, but none of the sordid details. It felt disrespectful to dig into Rooster’s family without him knowing.
“Oh..” You couldn’t think of what to say.
“He and Mav flew into a jetwash and when they ejected…my dad hit his head on the canopy. Dead on impact.”
You kicked yourself for thinking he was being irrational. Now all his self blame and his aversion to throwing caution to the wind while flying finally made sense. It also made his relationship with Maverick a lot clearer to you.
On one hand, you were thrilled that he was confiding in you. But on the other hand you were also heartbroken for Bradley, he lost his dad so young and as much as you wanted to hug him, and let him cry on your shoulder, you couldn’t.
“Were you close?” You settled on asking him.
“We were, he’s the reason why I worked so hard to be where I am now.” He reminisced.
“I’m sure he is very proud of you Bradley. You are not only an incredible pilot, you are also an selfless, caring, and incredible man.” You reminded him.
“He would give all the credit to my mom.” He lightly chuckled.
“She raised me alone after my dad died.”
“She never remarried?” You asked
“No, she said that dad was her soulmate. She would never find another man like him.”
You can tell how much love Bradley had for his parents, and the love they shared for one another.
“It sounds like they were really in love.” You smiled
“They were. My dad would always serenade my mom. He loved the 50s and the 60s so everytime he saw a piano he would wail out ‘Great Balls of Fire’ while my mom would act embarrassed, but she would eventually sit on his lap and sing along.”
“That’s beautiful Brad, they really were soulmates.”
“I hope I can find a love like theirs someday.” You sighed dreamily.
“Who knows? Maybe you already have.” He responds softly.
A comfortable silence settled between you for a few moments.
“Hey Cloud”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for listening.”
“Anytime Bradley.”
You noticed that it was now getting late and exhaustion was starting to take over your body.
Bradley seemed to notice this as well.
“Do you think I can sing to you Cloud? Like my dad used to with my mom?”
“I would love that Brad.”
You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’.
And like that, there was no denying, that you’re falling even deeper.
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You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up. It has been months since you and Rooster started talking regularly and you couldn’t help falling in love with him a little more everyday.
The problem is, you knew that his patience was wearing thin, as he was asking you more and more frequently when he can see you face to face or even know your real name.
You knew you owe him all of that, but how could you tell him? When you know in your heart that once he sees you and knows you. He would know you weren’t worth his time.
That realization kills you because he means everything to you. You’ve shared your hobbies, your stories, your dreams with him.
How can you go on living without him in your life once you know the feeling of him being there.
He has planted himself a permanent spot in your heart, and once he’s gone, there will be a gaping hole left in his wake.
He was being as kind and as patient with you as he could, but you couldn’t blame his growing anxiety about your identity.
It also didn’t help that you were constantly under the scrutinous eyes of Lieutenant Commander Seresin. After he caught you on the Tarmac, he seemed very suspicious of you. Like he knew you were up to something but just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Luckily you’ve been able to fly under the radar around him. Yes he could be a little ignorant and too much of a flirt for his own good but he was smart as a whip and you knew that if anyone could figure out what you were doing it would be him.
You were currently sat with ATCs in the mess hall, on the other side of the room from where the dagger squad has decided to congregate. You were trying to subtly sneak glances at Bradley.
He looked particularly handsome today, his sandy hair was slicked back and his tanned skin glowing. He even had his signature Ray Ban Caravans on. You normally hate when people wear sunglasses indoors but he made it work without looking like an asshole. And it looks damn good on him.
You sighed and as you moved your focus away to not arouse suspicion you noticed Hangman look at you with narrowed eyes. You pretended not to notice.
Your attention was diverted by the vibration of you phone signaling a notification.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Is potato salad supposed to be green?
You smiled when you saw it was a text from Bradley
You: Depends, do you normally eat 2 week old potato salad?
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Mav said it was okay :(
You: Mav also thinks anything not cooked in a microwave is gourmet.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Okay fair, its going into the trash.
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: You know what is gourmet though? ;)
You: Mav
Brad Brad ✈️🐔: Not funny :(
You tried to hold in your laughter to no avail and it was loud enough for the other ATC s to look at you in confusion.
“Sorry, just saw a funny meme.” You explained, the ATCs accepted this explanation and went back to their previous activities.
You looked up again to catch another glimpse at Rooster when you saw Hangman staring at your phone in your hand with wide eyes. Then looked down at Rooster also smiling down at his own phone, and then back at you.
You could see the wheels in his head turning, and then he made a face that made it clear that he connected the dots.
Oh shit. You had to get out of here.
You quickly packed up your food and sat up, not bothering to say goodbye to your fellow ATCs.
You ran out the mess hall and down the hallway but before you could turn the corner a hand pulls you back.
You are now face to face with Lieutenant Commander Seresin. He looked at you for a few seconds
“You’re Air Traffic Control right?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes sir I am.” You said trying to disguise your voice the same as you did on the tarmac.
“Don’t play games with me honey, I know that’s not your real voice.” You gulped
He still had a grip on your arm so you couldn’t run even if you wanted to. Curse these Navy men and their workout routines.
“Tell me your name, and that’s an order.”
You were sweating under his gaze, you’ve never felt more panicked in your life.
You tell him your name in your real voice.
He finally released his grip on you and also seemed to drop his serious demeanor.
“I knew there was something about you! You’re the ATC that old chicken has been flirting with over comms aren’t you??”
You nod looking down at your feet. Damn it, there goes your whole relationship (if you can even call it that) with Rooster, because Hangman is definitely going to rat you out.
“You see, Rooster was telling the squad that he was in love. And so of course we ask him who she is.”
“But how surprising was it when he said that not only has he never seen her face to face, he doesn’t even know her name.”
He was now pacing up and down the hallway.
“Then I remembered that day where he bet you your number if he shot down Mav, he magically got a piece of paper with a number on his dash seemingly coming from nowhere.”
“But it wasn’t a magic trick at all, was it?” He asked you rhetorically.
“No sir.”
“Exactly! Because I caught you sneaking off the Tarmac moments before Rooster jumped into his plane and happily announcing that he got your phone number.”
“I saw your face, so you are both the ATC over comms and the girl he talks to, the one he says he’s in love with.”
You looked up shocked at his statement.
“He’s in love with me?”
You looked up from the ground with hopeful eyes.
“Yes he is.” Hangman tells you matter of factly.
“You’ve presumably been talking to Rooster for months, but you've yet to meet him in person, let alone even tell him your name.”
“What game are you playing here?” He asks you
“It’s not a game, I do care about Bradley.” You sighed.
“So then what is it?”
“Sir, can we not please talk about it here?”
You anxiously look around and see that people were now in the hallway exiting from the mess hall. And god forbid that Bradley was one of them.
“Fine.”
“Meet me at the Hard Deck after work.”
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You were seated at the bar in the Hard Deck, your left leg bouncing anxiously.
You checked your watch, 5:47pm. Hangman said to meet him here right after work and you basically sped off the base to get to the bar on time.
You’ve been nursing the same beer for the past almost 30 minutes. You couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your heart beating in your chest.
What was taking him so long? Did he forget? Did he already tell Bradley?
A million more questions swirled in your head. But you knew that if Hangman didn’t show up you were basically screwed.
Your self pity was interrupted by the booming sound of naval aviators strolling through the entrance, with one of them being Bradley and of course Hangman.
You were simultaneously trying to avoid Rooster’s gaze, while trying to catch Hangman’s attention.
When you finally caught his eye, you gave him a panicked questioning look. He gave you a subtle nod while continuing his conversation with the rest of the squadron.
The crew made their way to their usual spot in the back with the pool tables. Hangman excused himself from the group nodding towards you.
You kept your eyes on him as he made his way to you.
“Jimmy, can I get a beer?” Hangman asks the bartender.
“Lieutenant Commander.” You greeted him as he sat on the stool directly beside you.
He returned the greeting by saying your name.
“So let’s just get this out of the way. Did you tell Bradley?” You asked him, feeling a large brick settle in your stomach.
“You can relax.. I didn’t tell Bradshaw.” He replies
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Relief flooding your body.
“But don’t think that you’re off the hook, you have some explaining to do.” Hangman added.
“What do you want to know sir?” You swallowed nervously.
“First of all, who are you exactly?”
“I’m no one, I’m just an ATC.” You told him, looking down at your hands.
“Well you’re clearly not ‘no one’ if you’ve caught Rooster’s attention.” He rebutted.
“You’re little avoidance tricks might work on Rooster, but they won’t work on me.”
“And I know all your excuses for not meeting him are complete bs.”
“So why are you hiding from him?”
Now that’s the million dollar question isn’t it? It has been months since you started talking to Bradley, you spoke to him every single day, and fell asleep to the sound of his voice every night. Why were you hiding from him?
“I-.....I don’t know.” You confessed to Hangman.
“Then whats stopping me from getting up and telling Rooster who you are?” Hangman asked you with a raised eyebrow.
You stared at him, the words lost in your throat.
“Nothing then I guess..” He got up and started his way to the back.
You pulled his arm back similar to how he did to you earlier that day. He looked at you and your hand on his arm.
“Please don’t…I beg you.”
He sat back down on his stool giving you a questioning look but gave you the time to get your thoughts together.
“I never intended for it to go on this long or this far..” You explained.
“Bradley is so important to me. I knew he was special the first time I ever heard his voice.”
“It was during the uranium plant detachment from a few months ago. I risked my whole damn career to save him.”
“I released the dagger reserve without Admiral Simpson’s approval.” You continued.
“That was you? You gave me clearance that day?” His eyes finally lost the skepticism and was replaced with admiration.
“I did, everyone in that control room was completely frozen. I couldn’t just let them die.”
“But that doesn’t explain this whole situation you have going on with him.” He questioned
“That was the last I expected to ever see of him, but you all decided to stay here in Miramar and I made the mistake of speaking to him a little too long over comms.”
“That’s to be expected honey, Rooster is a big ol flirt.” Hangman chuckled.
“Well not as a big of a flirt as me though.” He winked at you.
He was trying to ease your worries and you appreciated that from him. Especially since he thought the worst of you less than 10 minutes ago.
“And of course you and Mav have heard how he got my number over comms and thats currently where we are now.” You finished.
“Okay so thats the backstory, and you clearly care about him and he cares about you.”
“So it still doesn't answer why you haven’t told him who you are.”
“Think about it this way Lieutenant Commander…”
“You, Phoenix, Payback, Coyote, and Rooster. You are some of the most important and most revered people in the Navy short of the Admirals.”
“You are the first in command, you are the best of the best in the entire world.”
“What do I? A low level ATC, have to offer Bradley?.”
“I am just me, and he is who he is. I could never be a person whos good enough for him.”
“But didn’t I just tell you? Bradshaw is in love with you.” Hangman argued.
You smiled sadly, turning your head to glance at Bradley at the pool tables. His head thrown back in laughter at something Fanboy said.
“Maybe..he is.” You turned back to Hangman.
“But one look at me and he’ll change his mind.”
“I don’t understand. Do you think you’re-” Hangman’s response was interrupted by Rooster popping up behind you both.
“Hangman, I thought you were getting a beer?”
You suddenly felt lightheaded, the sight of Rooster standing so close to you making your heart beat a million times per minute.
“Whos your friend?” Rooster asked Hangman while looking at you with a smile.
You wouldn’t dare open your mouth and speak, risking Bradley recognizing your voice. You stared at Hangman with pleading eyes, hoping he didn’t give you away to Rooster.
Hangman looked at Rooster and back at you, pausing for a moment.
Hangman finally speaks telling Rooster your name. Fuck. You were naïve to think he’d keep your secret.
“We actually just met, she’s getting over a case of laryngitis so her voice is a little hoarse.” Hangman explained.
You smiled at him, silently thanking him for not revealing your charade.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” You let out in a hoarse voice, turning to look at Bradley.
He reached out and shook your hand and you can feel your stomach doing backflips for finally getting to touch the man that you’ve spent several months falling in love with.
“Well I’m sorry to hear that ma’am, I hope you feel better.” Bradley offered politely.
“I’ll leave you and Hangman to your conversation.” He excused himself and returned to the pool table, you stared at him longingly as he walked away.
Hangman looked at you in amusement.
“You got it bad, don’t you honey?” Hangman asked with a slight chuckle.
“That obvious?” You asked him
“Couldn’t be any less subtle if you tried.”
“Which makes it so funny that Bradshaw had no clue its you.” He chortled.
“Me personally, if I were him, I would know it was you the minute I saw you.” He added with a smirk,
Leave it to Hangman to be an insatiable flirt.
“Thank you for helping me out.”
As big of an asshole Hangman can be, he really did have a good heart.
“Your secret is safe with me honey.”
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Okay don't shoot me for these y'all! so I'm a go by character let's start with kie, I hate how the writers passed around like a fucking hot potato like give that lesbian a GOOD love story.
And I hate the rafe x kie ship, like when he apologized to her for trying to drown Sarah and not the fact that he CHOKED kie as well, like why as a community do we over look that.
The jj x kie ship feels kinda forced but it's not the worse.
JJ should be ina poly relationship with Cleo and pope, I personally don't like jj nothing personal he just is spontaneous and it overwhelms me.
FUCK THAT NIGGA RAFE, like I GENUINELY hate his character like he practically HATE CRIMED pope and went back to his colonizers roots and stole technically popes gold and popes cross.
I don't truly blame topper for burning down the chateau like he crashed out, but he was also dumb ASF for thinking Sarah was gone keep her word. She used you as a place holder whenever john bad her irritated lik why are we shocked.
Kelce is such a useless character, like I genuinely need them to do more with his character like he is so boring.
The heyward's and kie's mom are the best parents, kie's mom is just trying to look out for her only daughter but her dad can eat dot shit.
John b is underrated in his own show because of them blonde folk and it makes me sad.
Cleo came into the show and made and impact like she truly is the best character
I used to hate Sarah but she's ight.
I think that's all but I am a #proudrafehater -🍓
okay lets break it down lets break it down
AGREE i feel like kies character is wasted trying to be a love interest like shes truly at her best when she's just vibing...give her a girlfriend...they also make her annoyingly self righteous and that shit where she screamed murderer at ward during the stakeout....whatever.
riara im ambivalent towards but i think its says a lot that that little handful of interactions between them got ppl more revved up than the jiara moment
i hate tht ship so bad....fan service at its worst u can tell those two don't fw each other no more
i think like the jj pope cleo relationship thing is sooo interesting bc like...u can tell the actors like jjpope, they're the closest of all the pogues (jj and john bs relationship exists outside that realm tbh they're just brothers) and we constantly see them together without everyone else like they shoulda let it happen. also think its interesting that cleo was supposed to be with jj and u can see the remnants of that but then jiara happened so we got popecleo and i love them sm everyones so weird about them. i want the best of both worlds put all 3 together
i do really hate rafe yall like...i love writing him honestly and hes sooo good for fics but like show rafe....hell burn burn burn put him in the saw trap
topper really makes me wanna take his head off but it sucks because hes sooooooo funny like i actually like him from a writing standpoint shit just be happening to him and burning the chateau was the only time he uno reversed on the universe gotta respect him for that one
kelce is there
we loveeeee bobby heyward in this house im not playin hes my fav parent and i love how we can see that even though he talks shit about the pogues he truly does care for them like those are his sons friends and they'll always have a place with the haywards like....the banter between them is truly indicative of how much he cares he may say he doesnt like them and call em bastards but he does!!! also i have a lot of empathy for anna tbh like u can tell her behavior is born of worry and the fear of kie making the same mistakes she did but shes going through that mother feeling of realizing your daughter has to go through it to come out
john b deserves more like hes such a fucking joy to watch and he's literally so 70s/80s leading man coded and im glad the girls are coming around more john b what the fuck.
cleos the real star..people again so weird abt her and always leaving her out and use the excuse that shes "barely been there" shes been around since season 2 what do you mean. she's been helping out john b and sarah from the jump.
im a sarah cameron apologist yall could never make me hate her. she's just constantly in pain...save her
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About two weeks ago, my ex reached out to me in a very work-like e-mail asking if it was too late to start our friendship over. The initial reaction was who the fuck do you think you are? I'm finally piecing my life back together after chaos she started three years ago. I tried reaching out to her as a friend, and she slapped my hand away. What made her think she could come back?
And then I turned the situation over in my head. She and I went through the exact same catastrophe. Devon did his best to guide me through the pain of it. Things got so rough that something between us ruptured as a result, and we're still trying to fix it, but at least he fucking tried. At least he's still with me and wants to work through this. How did Lore and her wife try to heal things? Did something happen?
My curiosity got the better of me. I answered her saying I was open to talking. Because, really...what do I have to lose in this situation? Her friendship? It'll suck a second time, but I've done it before. If anything, I'm the one who has everything to gain. I still have Devon and Joe. I still have a house in my name. I have two families now - and both of them adopted me as their own instead of it being a blood obligation. If I gain Lore as a friend again - if I can stop calling her my ex, finally - that would be a huge win.
She sucked at being my girlfriend. She was amazing at being my best friend.
When it comes to talking about what happened between us and the aftermath - in which Lore told me she does owe me an apology - we're putting a pin in it. A couple of years ago I would be kicking and screaming, demanding that thorough apology and explanation for why she used me and then discarded me. Now? In 2024? Y'all... I'm tired. We both are. We're well into our 30s. A little bit of normalcy is mandatory at this point. I still have questions, and I have let her know several times already that I have questions. But I'm ready to call a truce until she gets through her personal Hell.
Because what she has told me is: Her marriage is ending. She's trying to move out by June. Her family doesn't understand. I am one of only two people who talk to her now.
Clearly she reached out to me because she was in pain and knew I would be a source of comfort. I know what it's like to feel like everything is falling apart. I also am familiar with how isolating it can be, both actual and self-perpetual. She rejected me when I wanted to repair things with her. I was drowning, and she did nothing. Did I have the right to be as cruel to her as she was to me?
I do. We both know it - she's said as much. But my feelings of schadenfreude have a limit. I'm throwing her a life preserver.
So far our conversations are about anime, weed, work, and memes. I am actually very happy with this set-up. We don't talk about personal things, which is great because that's a literal phobia of mine that I'm working on. Baby steps toward solid ground feels like the right call, given our shared experiences. I hope she feels comfortable enough to tell me more about what's happening in her life as time goes on (while respecting I refuse to talk about much of mine), but all-in-all I'm pleased with the glacial pace.
That being said, if she insults me again (or projects her issues on my relationships again), I'm pushing her off the boat and restarting the propeller.
#max is a god in their own right#mental health adventures#way too forgiving i know#would you believe that prior to making this decision i ran it by three people#who all repeated words of caution#but who all helped me realize that i'm actually way more emotionally centered about this than i thought#besides it's not like i haven't turned around and been like 'sorry i can't do the friend thing byeee' and then blocked someone#she is not exempt and neither am i#if shit sucks hit the bricks is the best motto in the world#but right now this is contained. we both wanna avoid drama. noted.
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hey i'm still alive
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uh so. how's it going. thought i'd give a little life update in case anyone was curious or interested >> tho probs not ;lajdfk;l
yeah i know i've been mia for like. a long time now, and tbh there's no particular reason why. i know i've lost some followers because i've been so inactive and haven't written anything in a long ass time. i do apologize for that. a lot has happened in the last few months and i guess i just wanted to give my friends and follows a brief little overview of what's been going on in my life and to prove that i am indeed still alive lol.
so most of you all know by now that i finally landed a good paying remote job yeah? and at first it was amazing. now? not so much. the schedule sucks ass, the management is balls, and the actual work sucks even more. i'm not happy there anymore so i'm currently looking for a new job. and im so desperate to get out of there i'm looking outside of remote jobs as well.
right now i'm waiting to hear back from an office technician job right here in my town that pays $27 an hour. TWENTY. SEVEN. guys that's $8 more than what i'm making right now ($19 an hour.) oh my GOD if i made that money i'd be able to finally move out of this god awful house with a flea problem that i CANNOT get rid of (my poor babies :( i've legit tried everything, even fucking professionally treated this house with orkin to get rid of them, had both of them get flea baths by a groomer and STILL i cannot get rid of the damn fleas. it's so fucking stressful y'all you cant even begin to imagine), finally get new tires for my truck, and live comfortably with extra spending money without having to worry about paying rent or buying groceries for the month. i'm PRAYING i get this job. even if it's not remote that pay would make it SO worth it.
anyway. moving on.
i've also gotten into a relationship with someone i was desperately in love with, then got my heart broken because he ended things. it hurt a lot. i got over it though, with the help of some pretty amazing friends, and one of my best friends. and right now, i'm currently dating that best friend lmao. so i'm in another relationship, and i'm very happy with him. our relationship began at the end of june, i believe. (i'll never forget the day he asked me to be his. y'all my hearT MELTED 😍😍)
it's a long distance relationship as tom lives in canada, but he did recently come to see me as evidenced by the photo above. i love this man y'all. he's amazing. there is one thing i'm kinda worried about with our relationship, but i won't get into that because thinking about it upsets me. but anyway he makes my very happy. ❤️
so that's pretty much what's been happening. i just haven't really been inspired/motivated to write at all lately, and i do apologize for that. it's just been a very overwhelming few months, with dealing with this damn house, ending a relationship and starting a new one, stress from a job that i'm really beginning to hate, trying to find a new one, and just a few other small things that aren't worth mentioning.
i do hope you all know that this doesn't mean i've abandoned writing or abandoned any of my stories. it's just been difficult to write anything lately but that doesn't mean i don't want to. i still love inuyasha. it's still my favorite anime. i still read fanfic (on occasion, when i have the time as i'm pretty much in a 24/7 discord call with tom except right now because he's at a dentist appt which is why im taking the time to write this -3-) and i still do think about my stories. hell, sometimes i even get an idea for a good oneshot and think to myself "shit i need to write that down" but then i forget about it and hate myself for the next 24 hours -_-
so yeah. that's what's been going on. i'm still around. i still get on here and reblog a few posts, mostly the ones i'm tagged in or some nice fanart. i do miss y'all and i hope my absence hasn't upset anyone or made them think i'm done with the inuyasha fandom. i'm most definitely not. it's just...sort of taking a backseat for now until i sort some things out in my life. definitely not preferable, but it is what it is, y'know.
my dear readers, followers, and friends, i love you all so much and i'm glad you've stuck around this long even though i haven't been around. you're the reason why i'm still here, why i want to someday get back to writing and giving you more content to enjoy and gush over. thank you for your patience with me and still giving love to my stories after all this time. i still get the occasional review for one of my stories, and trust me, i read every single one of them and they make my entire day. it's so nice knowing people are still reading my work and enjoying it. maybe it's selfish, but i hope you never stop, because reading those reviews gives me a huge boost when i'm feeling down on a particular day and it makes me feel like i haven't been forgotten, though by every right i should have been.
okay i've rambled long enough. in short, i just want to say thank you. you're all rockstars. i love you all. ❤️
until next time, my lovelies.
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Part 7
"TRAVIS," Ken moved behind him, tagging his back so he turned to face her. There was a lotta walking away with lil words. "What you saying? You saying it's me?"
"I'm neutral, I'm just saying.. Don't take this wrong.. you been trippin about not being taken seriously as a female but the second we treat you like one.. you don't want that."
"I don't want y'all acting DIFFERENT treating me like I'm too weak to handle my own shit."
"We supposed to let you fight a man?"
"I ain't say that. I said lemme hit him."
"You still can! Ken, what you want us to do? No, really? Cuz who else been by you since the beginning? ..Shawn would kill for you. Erik would kill for you. I would kill for you. And you'd slide for us, cuz that's what brothers do. Only you ain't the bro no more.. Dynamics is changing. We're tryna adapt and be sensitive and shit but it was easier when we were all just ignoring it."
Easier for who? Ken was miserable in that sexless middle ground. Honestly not much had changed. She was pretty, somewhat popular, and still miserable.
"...HIV though nigga? Really?"
"It's Erik," Travis glared like it should be obvious. What was she not getting. "That nigga unhinged anyway, but ain't that your best man? Your hitter? How you more joe bout a fake STD for someone who dragged your name through shit. Wasn’t Erik the one who helped you when you were drowning as Big Ken and none of us noticed? He transformed ya ass. Even if he did fall for Kendra, he was down for Ken first."
"What the fuck is happening," Ken fell into a seat on the couch. "So you telling me I owe Erik an apology?"
"I ain't saying shit. But if someone was fuckin with him, especially if he was already in a low place, how would you react?"
Kendra sighed dropping her head between her knees to scratch her head in aggravation. Not only did she not get a chance to swing on Trent herself, but now Kenneth wouldn't talk to her. Nothing was going right, she still had no man, there were rumors about her, she was fuckin up with her boys, and she had to apologize to Shawn and Erik.
"Being pretty fuckin sucks, the hell was I thinking," she mumbled rubbing her face.
"Welcome to my life," Travis smirked trying to make her smile. She threw a pillow instead.
Ken hopped up the small set of stairs to Erik's bedroom where he was lying there chatting to Shawn. Instantly they looked up, Erik rolling his eyes in a subtle way that still made Ken wanna bust him in the eye.
"Sorry if I flipped," her monotone apology stood waiting for them to take it or leave it. It was hard to apologize when she still didn't feel she'd done anything wrong. "I guess y'all heart was in the right place. I ain't mad at it.."
"We good," Shawn nodded looking to Erik who hesitated before agreeing.
"We good."
"Cool," Ken nodded turning to head out but hesitating herself. "...HIV though," she asked looking them both in the eye so they all laughed at the ridiculousness. "That's what y'all thought of?"
"Hey," Erik's head shook as if it was something he'd done on impulse. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. And it was funny as hell watching his face when he thought he'd contracted something. Meanwhile me and Shawn taking all his shit like come up off them sneakers son."
"The fuck," Kendra laughed picturing it.
They'd done some wild shit over the years but this took the cake. "Y'all dumb as hell.."
"Not gone lie, I enjoyed beating the nigga’s ass," Shawn admitted what we all already knew. He was laid-back until someone pushed him.
"SHIT! The potato skins! They probably all cold now. I hate it when they get cold."
"Just put em back in the oven a few minutes," Erik squinted getting up outta bed. "Damn y'all some children, I swear."
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A few days passed by and after passing Kenneth so many times and having him avoid her altogether, she decided to take control of the situation by waiting for him on his way to his next class where she knew he'd be. The same place they always had to pass by between buildings. She spotted him and took her opportunity, walking up on him and snatching his hand. She pulled him and walked him to her parked car pushing him into the passenger seat, turning on the air, and locking the door with the two of them inside. She figured he had to talk if there was nowhere else to go.
"You been ignoring my calls," she stated bluntly watching his face as he pouted looking away to put space between them mentally. "So it's like that now?"
He sighed widening his eyes as looked ahead like he was being kept away from his class.
"It would behoove you to know.. your fuckin dumbass brother doesn't have HIV. And if he does, he had it long before my friends did anything. If you ask me, he deserved to have his ass beat."
Kenneth snorted hiding it with a look out the window.
"Look, I'm not about to suck your dick over it. You can stay mad I just thought you should know," Ken unlocked the doors ready for him to make his choice quickly.
"I'm not mad," Kenneth muttered with a deep sigh. "It's Trent's fault. Still.. I don't like your boyfriend," he looked over making direct eye contact. Ken felt butterflies at the word. Boyfriend.
"Relax," she stared through the windshield at students walking by with purpose. "We're all just friends. Been friends since kids. We've gone through too much together to let emotions pile up and break us apart.. So all that crazy shit from before was just before.. It's squashed... Your brother happened to bring out the ugly."
"Hm."
"Hm," Ken challenged.
"Thennn, how about a lil game. Low stakes. Just between you and me. Lil bit of fun," Kenneth winked playfully, his mischievous eyes fixed on hers.
"What you thinking," her eyes lowered in curiosity. She wondered if she'd regret it. The last time she'd played along Erik had confessed his attraction to her. She'd confessed hers too in anger. It had nearly broken up their iron-clad friendship. Could she risk something like that again?
"Just follow me," he smiled with his pearly whites, and it was a hard thing to resist.
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Nearly three weeks down the road, things were looking up. Despite still being lonely with no love life and no potentials, Kendra was appreciating her platonic relationships more. She was also seeing the new attention she recieved for the empty attention it was. Now that she'd lived with it a while, she could do without it.
She no longer wanted just any guy, she wanted a good one. She felt that she deserved it. One she actually liked who would genuinely like her. Someone she didn't have to try so hard around. Someone she didn't have to pretend to be perfect for. Someone who would accept both Ken and Kendra and love them equally.
Something like that seemed impossible.
She looked in her home mirror adjusting her large boobs in her new yellow-gold satin halter gown so that they sat well and the tape would keep her nipples from popping out if she happened to move the wrong way.
Her skin was glowing with shea butter and shimmer oil. Her long curls were pulled back artfully in a large decorative claw clip. She wore stud earrings and heels with an anklet she'd purchased online that looked expensive though it was $5.
Your carriage awaits, flashed in her texts and she walked out to meet Kenneth who leaned against the outside of his and Trent's shared car, like a GQ ad in his suit. He smiled opening the passenger door and guiding her in.
"Don't you look good enough to eat," he teased as he slid into the driver's seat looking her over.
"Oh, stop," she feigned shyness covering and uncovering her cleavage while he pulled off to the restaurant. They walked in together arm and arm.
"I got the best looking date here," he whispered proudly in her ear as they were seated causing her to grin. "Honestly. What was I thinking that time in the mall?"
"You were thinking with your dick," Kendra fired.
"How was I supposed to know you'd be this fine? The ugly duckling turned into a swan."
"Whatever bitch. Just don't make fun of how I eat. I was struggling last time tryna figure out which fork to use."
"I noticed," he snorted getting kicked under the table. She was still confused, using whatever cutlery she wanted, this time without shame. "I was tryna fuck, I wasn't gonna roast you. But I will now."
She kicked him again as they chuckled.
She shared more about her friendship with Travis, Shawn, and Erik, how it went back to middle school. They had secret handshakes and shit.
Kenneth and Trent didn't have the handshakes but they did have games they played together and games they played to outdo each other. They kept score. It was borderline meticulous.
"Y'all are all kinds of fucked up," Kendra shook her head while Kenneth spilled the beans on things they'd done in the past. Scandalous escapades, threesomes, and practical jokes.
"Have you ever really loved anybody," Kendra wondered.
"You mean being in love? No. I don't know if that can happen while I'm still in college. I'm at a stage in my life where I just wanna fuck. Where is love gonna fit into that?"
Kendra sighed shaking her head some more. It was a shame. She felt that he deserved love just as she did. But if he didn't want it, that was on him. As for her, she craved it. She'd never experienced it and not for lack of trying.
If she could only attain it...
"Hey," he snapped her from her thinking, "Toast me."
She raised her glass.
"Here I am with a beautiful young lady eating steak on a Friday night. Though neither of us getting any.. Here's to us having fun tonight."
Together they sipped. And sipped.. and sipped, Kenneth having paid the bill in advance.
"Kendra."
Ken turned at the sound of her name looking from Kenneth to Erik who stood beside the table with his own date. A statuesque girl she'd seen before on campus. She was a stone cold fox.
"Deja vu," she squinted feeling tipsy. A little frisky from the wine. "Sup E.." He didn't look happy to see her with.. "Kenneth," she pointed to clear things up. "Not Trent."
"Tiara, Kendra.. and her.. friend Kenneth."
"Boyfriend," Kenneth corrected. "Good seeing you.. again," he winked. Kendra didn't miss the bewilderment that flashed momentarily on Erik's face. She looked to Kenneth again wondering if he'd seen it. The shit-eating grin said he had.
"I've seen you before," Tiara smiled reaching out to touch Kendra's hand. This one's actually friendly, Kendra thought genuinely surprised.
"I knew you looked familiar," Kendra pointed feeling more like a bitch for going along with what Kenneth had planned. "You are stunning."
"Kendra, can I talk to you for a min- mm," Erik folded his hands over his mouth stopping himself. He shook his head closing his eyes and starting again. "Nevermind.... I'll call you tomorrow, ok? Be safe getting home."
It looked like it hurt him to turn around and mind his business. So used to being in hers lately.
She looked at Kenneth and they both laughed to irritate Erik further. He hooked an arm around Tiara's lower back gently escorting her away.
"Thought you'd punk out on me. Seems like you bout it afterall," Kenneth rushed watching the the backs of the couple as they retreated. "So you know where he'd go next?"
"He takes them all to the same places," Kendra smirked gulping the last of her wine. She used to imagine it was her in those wild stories he told. It never seemed possible back then. It was just her pathetic little secret. "They'll go stargazing," her eyes rolled. "Something really cheesy where they can gaze into each other's eyes," she blinked dopily.
He jumped pulling her from her seat. She almost dropped the glass. He guided her back to the car to tail the couple from a safe distance.
"He's gonna see you," Kendra slouched but Kenneth was confident.
"He's too shook to notice. I bet he's not even talking to that girl. Sexy ass.. Shit.. If I play my cards right.. I might get laid afterall," he smirked.. "We both might."
A glance to Kendra and she knew exactly what he meant.
But that couldn't happen. And if it could.. it shouldn't!
...Should it?
#original#erik killmonger#killmonger#erik stevens#erik killmonger fanfiction#erik stevens au#black panther killmonger#black panther fanfiction#erik x oc#mirror mirror
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I came back from see L/ittle Mermaid. -PERSONALS DNI!
Favorite parts:
Ariel exploring the human world. It's my favorite part in the movie. We actually see the people within the land and Ariel interacting with them. More proof that Ariel didn't want to be human just for a guy. The animated version wasn't like that either, but we see more evidence of this here. And Eric teaching Ariel about his collection and other countries and the pair spending time together during Kiss the Girl are the finishing touches. Plus, Jodie makes a cameo and gave Halle a fork for her to play with! Thank you, Marshall.
Eric's characterization. It is so much better in the animated movie. I was never one of the haters who say he's boring, but Ariel did overshadow him. In this version, Eric protests against her mother and loves the sea just like Ariel clashing with her father. I love how the movie shows they have a lot in common. And I love Uncharted Waters. I have this feeling it was fanservice for the parents.
More violence. It's funny that it's PG and it's marketed to little kids, but there are fish getting slaughtered, sailors trying to harpoon mermaids, Ursula playing with mermaid skulls, dead bodies are shown, a wrestling fight, and there's even a death scene (and the murder is shown), not implied or off-screen). How Ariel signs her fate with Ursula is ripping one of her bloody scales and Ursula uses it for the transformation spell. The writers did their homework with the original fairytale, because it was brutal too. I'm surprised it was PG-13 or even R-rated by all the on-screen violence it's shown.
Not-so favorites
Flounder's design. I don't agree with the outrage of how "colorless" the underwear scenes are, but the CGI sucked out Flounder's colors and the fish lips are weird. It's too bad because Jacob's voice is so adorable.
Not enough screentime with the sisters. They had more than the first movie, but I still wish to see more of them like in the original fairytale.
Ariel killing Ursula with the ship. The first movie had Eric do this and it still doesn't make sense to me. At least in the first movie Eric shows experience when stirring a ship. How Ariel drove the ship into Ursula was just a lucky accident. Why the storybooks made Ariel look like a girlboss/badass in that scene when it's not canon, I don't even know. It kills the epic-ness of the final battle. The remake reconfirmed Ursula is a god so why would a stabbing from a jagged ship kill her so easily? This is why I used the broadway version of Ariel throwing the trident at her. A god vs god fight makes more sense and cooler to me.
Javier as Triton. He's good in the gentle parts, but he's not intimidating enough for me. He's the God/King of the Sea and a might warrior, but how he lectures Ariel and fights Ursula makes him look "meh, whatever". This is why I prefer Jason Momoa or Idris Elba.
The ending. No sparkly dress or wedding. I was really looking forward to those parts. I will, however, like Triton apologizing to Ariel and the other mermaids sending her off with Eric.
Unpopular opinions.
I would prefer Eric to be black too. Before y'all get mad, there's nothing wrong with interracial relationships! But unlike the first movie that didn't show any cultural significance (ie accused of Danish), this movie is firmly set in the Caribbean. The accents, food, music, clothing, and dancing is islander-style. And the mother/queen is black. And we're LONG overdue for a black prince. I do enjoy Jonah as Eric, but I wouldn't mind a black Eric preferably a Caribbean actor.
David Diggs voice as Sebastian and Sebastian's design doesn't bother me. In fact, Sebastian had the best lines in the movie. Maybe as someone who looks after strong-willed girls myself, I understand his frustration when taking care of Ariel. But still, I love Sebastian.
Scuttlebutt is not as annoying as I thought, but still unnecessary.
It's not perfect, but the movie is very good. Don't let the toxicity in the internet stir you away from it. Not just the diversity, but the writing. There are parts the live-action adaption did better than in the movie. And it teaches the audience a good lesson about overprotective parenting on both ends. I highly recommend it.
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GLASSMAN NO
How could you do this to me 😭😭
YEAH LIM EXACTLY
Uh oh oh no o.o
Who is that
WHO IS THAT
They look like they have curly hair
Maybe?? Idk
It could be a mislead anyway xd 😭
WHY DOES EVERYONE LOOK SO SERIOUS
NO NO LET'S NOT HAVE AN IMPORTANT EPISODE
I DON'T WANT ONEEE 😭😭
Although also 👀👀 drama o.o 👀
I'm putting all but the first line of this a week later so it may be affected by my current emotions lol
Anyway y'all this about to be the most dramatic episode ever xd
Still stuck on that Glassman and Lim tea o.o sir how could you
Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts, so know it's time for the. . .
REVIEW
I loved this episode! I thought it was great :). I really loved the wide focus we got to get on everybody :)). Something for just about everyone!! And the ones we got were really good lol :). Liked the matching theme for Shea and Parknik (and if we're talking relationships in general, it also includes Jasher and kind of Jordan and Jared as well), Glassman how could you :). Do not follow the theme. I don't like it xd. I mean, listen, I'm happy that they're happy, and I love me some drama, but SIR. Against the bro code to the highest degree xD.
Now. This will be a short review (which, as I've said other times, I may come back to later, especially if I remember stuff I missed), because it's Wednesday and the next episode aired last night lol. I was out of town and didn't get home till the last 5 minutes or so, so I just decided to wait. Now (yes I already said that). I glimpsed the episode description, and figured it was for the best anyway because it seemed stressful but interesting, and like a good time, for me. So it would probably take me two hours lol.
When I woke up this morning my phone suggested me a VERY DISTRESSING HEADLINE. WE WILL BE IGNORING THAT. AND THE ONE THAT CAME LATER. AND THE FACT THAT THAT ONE HAD A NAME ATTACHED (IN A "RELATED TO:" WAY FROM MY PHONE). WHICH ARE THE SAME ONE I BELIEVE NOW THAT I THINK OF IT. WE WILL ALSO BE IGNORING THE ONE THAT I TRIED MY BEST TO NOT LOOK AT WHILE I SWIPED IT AWAY THAT HAD A PICTURE ATTACHED. OKAY?
Great 🥰🥰. So, if that affects/affected my concern, like in the beginning, my apologies :). I am extremely stressed about it lol
Now! Onto the individual parts :).
Dom! He slayed this episode :)). I hope we get more of him and Charlie soon :D! I don't remember much of what he did this episode, but he was great. Oh! I remembered one thing. Poor guy with his ex girlfriend :((. That really sucks <33. Love him, he's great so far :)).
Lim and Glassman! GLASSMAN STOOPPPP!! He can't do this 😭😭. I'm sure it won't last, but it would be wild if I did xd. I think Lim's story with her mom is really interesting! It reminds us of how much this is weighing on Lim, and how little she takes care of herself. Not to mention seeing her be wrong but right at the same time. She's wrong about the fact that she needs help (she thinks she doesn't or doesn't want it), but not necessarily wrong (in some cases) to react the way she is to how her mother's acting. Some of it, yes, some of it no. I really hope they manage to work things out and get a little better of a relationship, and that Like can get a little bit better of a relationship with herself :((. And I am glad her and Glassman were civil and kind of allies this episode lol xD. The trade was so funny XD. Still, Glassman getting with her mom is wild slfhdjs lol. Love them!!
Morgan and Park!! Their storyline was funny xD. I think it's an understandable thing to want, but that ending lol. Also all of their failed attempts xD. They were trying their very best to sleep with each other. But hey, they got it eventually xD. I love them idiots lol <33.
Jordan and Jared! Him finding new foods for her to try is soo sweet :'DD. Personally I don't know if I'd like to be kind of pushed on stuff like, but I think it's a cool journey they're kind of going on together :)). Also Charlie saw them lol o.o. They're idiots xD. I love them though lol <333. Also the blood drive at the end was really cool, and cool that they were both there :)). Also, I'm so glad Jordan's friend maybe-relationship (not anymore but originally) man was okay :')). He was really sweet <33. I'm also glad Jordan did kind of hold back on that romance wise so she knows what she wants, good for her and him <3. That song moment at the end nearly killed me 😭❤️. Loved it, it was so good :).
Charlie!! She really slayed this episode :D. I'm glad she wasn't too upset about being with Park, just kept going. She's certainly persevering lol. The "tell Doctor Murphy"/"it's Doctor Murphy who doesn't believe in me" whole bit was wild o.o. Also once again (sinde I said it earlier), she was reading people great LOL. Like, seeing all the stuff about them they were ignoring xD. Love that for her lol. Loving her so far!! <33.
Jerome and Asher!! I'm glad everything worked out for them :'DD. That missed phone call, and the beginning of the later one, literally killed me 😭😭💔❤️. But I'm glad they talked about and calmed that down a bit (so glad Asher stopped talking slfjs, even if it took a bit lol). And then deciding to have their call at the end, awww :)). My idiots <333. I think Asher needs to remember that it's okay to be secure in his relationship lol. He's not going to leave you just because honey slfkds xd <3. Anyway, I love them :)) :D <3.
Shaun and Lea!! They were soo cute y'all :'DD. I love how the episodes have been starting and ending (if not the exact first and last scene) with them at home with Steve :')). It's like we really see them coming back home, together, after everything :')). Their date was so cute!! Hopefully they get to go on one in the future that they feel like melds a little better into their new life <3. Maybe even something similar to what they did, some day :)). Also glad they weren't mad about it or ending it, loved that for them <33. They had a bunch of sweet moments this episode and I loved it :D. Also, Shaunnn once again more tension with Charlie lol xd. This time because of not letting her on the case lol. I'm glad it all still worked out, but it's stressing me out xd. They're going to have to come to a head soon. Anyway, Lea was also great, she's so slay and sweet :')). I love them so much <33.
Overall, I really enjoyed this episode!! I thought it was really good, and not just the personal plots. The cases were really cool too, and the musical moment at the end was great :DD. I'm a bit nervous and excited for the next episode lol. It should be a fun time! Hopefully amongst whatever big things drama-wise that seems to be going on, Charlie and Shaun don't come to disagreements too many times. Seems stressful to throw that in with medical emergencies xdd. Anyway, I loved the spread of focus for everyone this episode!!
So yeah!! I loved this episode, it was amazing! It was really nice to see focuses on a lot of the relationships of the show. I'm nervous about the next episode lol! This has been my review of. . .
The Good Doctor, Season 7, Episode 4: Date Night
It was really great! I'm excited for the next episode, but I'm also absolutely terrified lol. Ready to just get it over with and started, because I'm sure I'll enjoy at least some of it once I get started. I'll be back next time with my review of. . .
The Good Doctor, Season 7, Episode 5: Who at Peace
See you next time!
#the good doctor#tgd#oadis's tgd chatter#really fun episode#I am scared lol#:')#and if it's going to do what I think it's going to do. please don't do this to me#I don't deserve this xd
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Buttered Up to Break Your Heart
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: angst, breakups, hints at emotional cheating, language, written on mobile
Summary: You saw a loving future with Nat, until one day she woke up and decided she no longer wanted you in hers.
A/N: I've been in an angsty little mood so I apologize for this. If y'all want a part two where the reader gets a happy ending, just scream at me in the comments 👀 also thank you for 4k!! I was very happy to see I made it back there after weeding through the blank blogs. I love y'all sm 🖤
The dimly lit restaurant gave off the perfect vibe to end your vacation weekend. A small jazz band played in the corner, and you had your own section alone with Nat. It was the type of luxury you were used to being with her. Perks of dating an Avenger, you guessed.
You spent the last three days at a beach resort soaking up the sun and drinking boozy punches out of hollowed coconuts. You and Nat didn't get much time away together, so you enjoyed it for all it was worth. And being able to cuddle up with Nat three nights in a row was worth a lot in your eyes.
You sipped your wine and hummed along with the music softly playing in the background. Part of you didn't want to go back to reality.
"We should talk," Nat said once the waitress set your food in front of you.
"About what, my love?" You reached across the table to take her hand, but she purposefully moved away from your touch. You frowned. Well that wasn't a good sign.
"When we get back to New York, I think it may be best for us to go our separate ways." You blinked, and she took your silence as an opportunity to keep going. "With Steve and Tony gone, I have to step up with the team. I won't have time to cater to your needs in a relationship."
You sucked in a breath. "Cause it's so hard to be in a relationship with me?"
"It's not your fault. I understand what you went through in previous relationships, but I don't have time to coddle you."
"Coddle me? Nat, what the fuck!"
She sighed and set her silverware down to the side. Her demeanor felt like that of a mother getting ready to scold a child and not a woman breaking up with her partner.
"Please don't make this more dramatic than it needs to be," she pressed. "We had a nice weekend, and now we can part ways."
"Why are you being so damn cruel?" You sniffled, trying your best to swallow back the lump burning your throat. "What was this weekend? Your way of getting any last minute feelings out for me before letting me loose?"
"You're being ridiculous."
"Am I? You're acting as if we're talking about the weather and not ending our relationship of five years! Did you ever really care about me, or was I just someone to pass the time?"
When she didn't respond, you stood and tossed your napkin onto the uneaten food. If Nat wanted to end things amicably, you weren't going to comply. She was fucked in the head for treating you like this, and you had no idea why. She spent the whole weekend holding you and kissing you and telling you how much she loved you. Did those gestures mean nothing to her? Were they all just empty words?
"When did you decide you were going to end things?" Your voice raised slightly, but being in a private section kept you from feeling embarrassed about it. "This weekend? When I met Alexei and Melina? When we talked about our future homes and having kids?"
You started for the door but stopped just short of it. "You may be able to turn your emotions off like the trained assassin you are, but I can't. I will never forgive you for treating me this way, Natasha."
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Two weeks you spent wallowing in your apartment. You told yourself you wouldn't be so affected by her words, but you couldn't help but doubt. She viewed as nothing more than a chore. Despite all the sweet words she said to you in the five years you dated, she reduced you down to nothing but something to check off her to-do list. And every time you thought about it, you burst into tears.
You never had the best luck with relationships, but Nat changed your view. She made you believe you had someone you could open up to. Someome who could make you feel seen and loved in a way you never experienced before.
What a fucking joke.
Heat rose to the backs of your eyes, and you pressed your fists to them to keep the tears at bay. You were so tired of crying. Especially when you knew Nat was not mourning the loss of your relationship the way you were.
A knock came from your front door, and a sadistic part of you hoped it was Nat. You didn't care if she was here to beg for you back or not, you just wanted to hear her voice again. Because as stupid as it sounded, and as much as you hated yourself for it, her voice would have been such a comfort right now.
You tried not to seem disappointed when you saw Wanda on the other side. If she noticed the way you deflated, she said nothing.
"You haven't been around the compound in awhile." It clearly wasn't a question. "Is everything okay?"
She let out a small "Oh!" when your bottom lip trembled, and you could no longer hold back the tears you were fighting. Wanda caught you in her arms as you broke down, letting you sob until you ran out of breath then started all over again. It wasn't until you began to hiccup that she finally used her powers to soothe you. Only slightly. Not enough to put you to sleep.
"She dumped me, Wanda," you croaked. "Told me she didn't have time for a relationship."
Wanda's brows furrowed. The way she chewed on the inside of her cheek told you she knew something you didn't, and you sucked it up long enough to ask her what she knew. It obviously wasn't good news, but you needed to know it regardless.
"I don't think I should tell you," she whispered.
You shook your head. "No. Tell me, I'll be fine."
"Nat's already dating someone else. I thought - I didn't think she broke up with you because she was too busy. I thought you both just decided to go your separate ways because that's how she made it seem."
You gripped the front of her shirt and pressed your forehead to her chest. Another sob forced itself out of your mouth sounding more like a stangled plea than anything else. You expected bad news, but you surely didn't expect this.
Nat lied.
No, she didn't just lie. She broke your heart and practically blamed you for it, so she wouldn't have to admit that she wanted to be with someone else. She was a liar and a coward.
"Who?"
"I don't think knowing is gonna help, babe."
"Who, Wanda? Please," you begged.
She sighed through her nose. "Maria."
Despite being livid, you also felt even worse about yourself than before. You spent a lot of your relationship worried that you would never be enough for an Avenger. And now you knew that was true. Everything Nat said to make you believe otherwise was a lie. You were never going to be enough in her eyes.
You weren't a trained agent like Maria. You were too much. Required too much. For five years, you were nothing more than a charity case, and now she was done with you.
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A Second Chance
A/N: Y'all convinced me to make a part two to my Doc Ock drabble lol. I was really flattered, hopefully, y'all enjoy a happier ending <3
Warnings: None other than lots of fluff and good endings~
Part 1
It was 4pm on a Friday, the city life was winding down for the weekend. Some were leaving their jobs and making their way to spend time with their loved ones. At the present time, you were reminiscing about an event that had happened three months ago that left a deep impression on you. Alone at your favorite, quiet sushi bar, your thoughts were filled with the memory of a robust, tall man that chronically wore glasses regardless of being in or outdoors. It was during moments like these that you thought of him- only when you were alone.
Actually, who were you kidding? It happened at any given time regardless of your circumstances. You were just more prone to dwell on Dr. Octavius when you had nothing else begging for your attention. Half smiling, you placed a tip on the table while your legs lazily lifted you up from the chair. While heading for the exit, your legs wobbled due to tripping over the sensation of being sucked into something. Your eyes darted around the room to look for the source of the sucking force, but as always, there was nothing. This had been happening practically daily for the last three months.
-” Are you alright?” A woman asked as she looked with concern into your eyes.
-” Y-yeah, missed my footing, sorry.” You chuckled awkwardly. I mean, you couldn’t even understand what was happening to yourself, no way you could explain it to a stranger in order to ease their worry.
-” If I may, that didn’t look like you tripped. I could swear that your body seemed like it was trying to get sucked somewhere.”
Eyes widening, your lungs release an air of relief. So you weren't crazy?! Someone else had noticed!
-” You- you saw that t-too?” Your words spilled with excitement.
The woman nodded her head, her blonde medium bob danced about while she did. -” I think you should get that looked at.”
You audibly laughed and then apologized. -” I’m sorry, but I don’t think any doctor could prescribe me a remedy that would work.”
-” Of course there is. Doctor Strange! I can take you to him, you need someone well versed in the sacred arts.”
Had anyone told you that perhaps a few years ago, you would’ve run away. But after the blip and the event three months ago, you understood that there were things human technology couldn’t resolve or answer.
Nodding, you thanked the stranger for taking interest in your ailment and offered to buy her lunch before leaving. She declined but said that you should bring take-out regardless. Strange didn’t usually eat in a timely manner, so he’d be appreciative of the meal.
-” Steven?!” The short-haired woman called out when you two arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum.
-” Up here, Clea!” He yelled back as if he wanted to be found, although while the two women made their way up the stairs, he was leaving his room to meet them.
-” Hey, Steven, I brought you someone that bears gifts and problems.” She joked while motioning to you.
Huffing with feigned annoyance, the sorcerer took the bag with take-out and motioned for them to follow him to the coffee table downstairs. After plopping himself onto a chair and chucking a piece of sushi into his mouth, he magically poured some tea for you two while you more gracefully took a seat.
-” Hmmm.” He hummed with pleasure. -” Asahi’s?”
-” Best sushi on 5th.” You nodded with a nervous smile.
He nodded back and sat up with a polite smile. -” Thank you for lunch. What can I do for you?”
Right as you opened your mouth to explain, Clea intercepted and explained the situation with some words you hadn’t heard before. In response, the man sitting in front of you leaned forward and stroked his chin for a few moments.
-” Say, uh-” He motioned towards you for your name.
-” Y/N L/N.” You provided professionally.
-” Y/N L/N, did you have any contact with any of those other-verse characters from three months ago?”
Eyebrows furled, you too leaned forward and dipped your head. -” Y-yes, why?”
With eyes narrowing, he leaned closer in. -” How long did this interaction last? And, do you think you might’ve left a very strong, lasting impression on said character?”
You shot up at the last question, blushing. -” I-I can’t say for him, but the day we spent together… well, uh, it left a lasting impression on me.”
Groaning, Dr. Strange leaned back on his chair, visibly frustrated. -” Judging by your face, there was romance during the interaction, correct? Please tell me in detail the whole interaction.”
You choked on your magical tea. As you furiously began to cough, Clea scolded Steven for being insensitive. She said it was obvious that by your reactions that you two had shared a moment.
-” Yes, but I need to know if one of those villains will get over it if we just let it be or, or if we need to step in!” He exclaimed exasperated. -” If it’s a little crush, then who cares.” He swat his hand.
-” That’s not for you to decide.” Clea growled. -” What they did has no consequence as to how he may feel towards them. Could’ve just shared tea for 24 hrs, but the man can be madly in love. Gosh, you’re the worst sometimes, Steven.”
-” Who-who is he anyways.” The sorcerer asked, ignoring the other’s reproaches and rebukes.
-” Dr. Otto Octavius.” You shyly gave up his name, with your cheeks becoming rosy once again.
Rolling his eyes at your blush, he stood up scoffing, motioning for you to do the same. But right as you did, you suddenly couldn’t move from your chair, yet you were moving.
Your chair had suddenly begun skating backward with you in it.
-” Strange!” Clea yelled. -” It’s happening again!” She yanked you out of the chair as it suddenly disappeared into a not very visible hole. -” We need to fix this.”
Dr. Strange was obviously not feeling up to the task, but with an air duty, he took the both of you downstairs.
-” Alright, there are two ways to fix this sucking business. Which by the way,” His voice got louder before he continued. -” If left unattended will end up with you sucking the whole city with you.”
-” What are the two ways?” Your voice carried itself softly out of your throat.
-” You die here.” He said flatly. -” Or you go into Dr. Otto Octavius’ universe and convince him to end his stupid infatuation with you. Tell him what it’s doing to you and our world. His feelings need to stop, that's the force that drives these universe-sucking events.”
Blinking, utterly confused, you asked. -” If I can go there, why not just bring him here?”
-” What? So we have what we had three months ago?? Of course not!”
-” O-Oh ok. Then why is it okay for me to go over there?” You whisper, a little embarrassed.
-” Well, that’s a hypothetical. I’m not sure you can…. Correction, you can get there. I’m not sure if you won’t get rejected by that universe.”
-” What happens if I get rejected?”
-” You die. Disintegrate.”
-” Ah… .. so death is pretty much the number one solution.”
-” The most likely outcome, yes.” He corrected while looking away, hands fumbling with the side of his cape, attempting to get it out of the way. -” But if you don’t die outright, I’m not sure how long you’ll last there, so whatever you do, it’ll have to happen fast.”
-"Understood." You nodded.
-"Oh, and another thing. This spell I'm going to perform… well. It doesn't let me pick a time. You might arrive there a week from today, 4 months ago, any time! So, if you land at a time where he doesn't know you, or he's dead..." The man stepped towards you, handing you a small ring. -"Turn the gem to the right, two clicks. I'll come get you."
-"Okay." You exhaled heavily, letting your nerves out.
-"Wait!" Clea exclaimed before running off just to come back a few minutes later with a small backpack. -"In case you don't find him quickly, there are some supplies here."
-"Yes, thank you, Clea. Now the spell, Y/N L/N-
Suddenly, you couldn't hear him clearly anymore. Your body felt like it was in free fall, but it didn't cause you any panic. Instead, it felt like an invisible current just carried you gently until you reached your destination.
The Columbia University library.
You blinked a couple of times, trying to take in your surroundings. You somehow were sitting on a computer whose screen sat at the school's private search engine. Lifting your arms, you examined your limbs. You were wearing the same clothes as you were before, and had the same backpack Clea gifted you… but something felt a little different.
Perhaps because you might disintegrate any minute. So, to not waste any more time, you utilized the search engine to look for Otto.
Quickly memorizing his office number and building that was displayed on screen, you rushed there, incredibly ecstatic.
Your breath rushed out in gratefulness for your luck when you read he actually was currently a professor there at Columbia University. The article explained that after serving a year in prison, he was let out early due to good behavior and the advocating of a 'Dr. Connors'. That, and well, the immense wealth of Oscrop. So now, he worked at the university.
It had been three months, and you thought you'd be over those 24 hours you had shared with him. But your body was so exhilarated. It reflected your true feelings. The chance to even just see him, talk to him one more time. It was a blessing to you.
And then there it was. His office. You straightened yourself out, attempted to look better than you had a minute ago, and knocked.
But no response.
You knocked again, but when you did you noticed his schedule posted to the side.
-"He has lecture right now." You exhaled, your nervous feelings laced in your words.
Pacing the hall you decided it would be prudent to not wait until he was done there but to go to his class. You didn't know how much time you had to spare. It had nothing to do with your excitement, of course.
And now, you couldn't bring yourself to open the door. A sweatdrop ran down your spine, as you placed your hand on the door handle, leaving it there.
-"Oh! Dr. Octavius doesn't really mind if a student is late once in a while." A young college student smiled at you when he saw you paused at the entrance.
-"Just go in and pay attention to the rest of the lecture, he gets it. Just make sure to tell him why or he'll send you a stern email, haha." He continued, waiting for you to open the door.
Grinning uncomfortably, you obliged and rushed into the most hidden seat you could find. Glancing at the clock, you saw he had 15 mins left of the lecture, so you decided to just be patient and take the time to compose yourself.
But then you finally laid eyes on him.
His warm smile that so heartily adorned his face while he laughed at a student's remark. The way he gripped the table to lean on it while intently listening to them, his gaze fixated with the utmost caring attention.
His hair.
How it swayed on his head smoothly while he turned to another student with a question, nodding at them, letting them know he was listening.
Your eyes became glued to his every movement, taking in that you were seeing him once more. Those same eyes welled with tears, but you wiped those away quickly. Beaming, you saw him clap his hands in joy when another student answered a question correctly. He pointed at all of them, as he proudly congratulated his class for being so studious.
And then Otto saw you.
His brown eyes that widened in surprise soon wrinkled with joy. The Doctor's whole body came to a stop, his frame now rigid while his mind flooded with a million thoughts. His lips parted hesitantly and closed again. Noticing that he had been frozen for a few seconds, Otto quickly smiled at his students.
-"How about we end class early today, hmm? Take the time to have a nice refreshing walk or something. It's good for the mind." His big hands waved towards the door and said their goodbyes as students rushed past him.
Now it was your turn to be frozen. You wanted to get up from your seat, but something inside you didn't want to get up. Until he was up on your row of seats. How quick he was with those metallic arms.
-"O-Otto. Hi." You smiled with a blush.
Letting out a nervous chuckle, he smiled back in disbelief. -"Y/N L/N is it really you, dear?"
That's when your invisible chair glue disappeared. Your legs shot up and you dropped Clea's backpack and threw yourself into Otto's arms.
-"Yes, it's me, Otto. I missed you!" You squeezed his torso tightly.
-"Hahaha, my dear Y/N. It's so good to see you." He chuckled as he embraced you, one hand on your back and another on the back of your head. -"What brought you here?" Otto asked while patting your head.
-"As a matter of fact, you did." You broke the embrace to see his face as if you needed verification to know it was him.
Laughing in confusion, the Doctor asked. -"I did? I'm sorry but I think we'll have to discuss this over a meal, my dear. You don't have any plans right now, correct?" He teased.
Shaking your head, you said. -" It's my turn to be stuck with you due to universe traveling."
And so, you were at a cafe near the university. Both of you sitting across from each other, starry-eyed.
-"You know, in this world… when I searched for you. You had passed away at age 16." Otto broke the silence, his hand shaking slightly as it took yours into his. -"But throughout these three whole years I have not forgotten you."
-"Three years?? Otto, it's been three months. .. ." And then you remember Dr. Strange's words. -"Well, in my world it has been three months. I guess I got sent to three years into the future in yours."
Looking at his hand you continued. -"You don't exist at all in mine."
-" I guess fate doesn't like us being together." He added sadly. His thumb traced your knuckles slowly, and you both fell silent again.
-"I, uh, came because strange occurrences have been happening in my world. Every day this invincible force attempts to suck me into who knows what. Each day its force and frequency are different though. So-
-"Here are your drinks." A smiling waitress called out, interrupting you. She placed two cups of raspberry jasmine tea, a blend Otto had chosen, along with some club sandwiches.
You both thanked her and Otto signaled for you to commence eating.
-" Eat first, and then explain this whole phenomenon to me. You seem a little lethargic to me." He cooed in a worried voice. -" Maybe this traveling business took a lot out of you."
Eager to speak to him, and worried your time could run out, you obliged. You took a big bite out of your sandwich, of which your throat did not like swallowing. The thick pieces of bread that had been ill-chewed in haste, were now hurting your chest. So, to ease the pain, you quickly reached for the tea and took a big sip. Unfortunately, that tea was freshly served.
In other words, piping hot.
Embarrassed and hurting, but not wanting to spit it out, you gulp it down quickly.
-"Y/N!" Otto calls out in worry as you place a hand to your mouth, your tongue burning.
Clicking his tongue in dismay and disenchantment, his right hand reaches for your face. He gently cups it while an artificial arm reaches for a bottle of honey situated at the main counter a few meters away.
-"Open up." He tuts with a hint of worry. -"This will soothe your burn." The doctor explains as he lets a few drops of honey fall on your tongue. His gaze sternly on you, sunglasses tilted down, near the tip of his nose.
Once you close your mouth, his hand continues to cup your jaw, and it moves your face to the left and then right. While he inspected your face, you were incredibly embarrassed. You knew your face was flushing intensely. Your eyes refused to make contact with his, in part because his face was so close to yours. You really could just kiss him at that very moment if neither was careful.
-"Y/N, please be more careful, darling." Otto’s right hand, still cupping gently your jaw, runs his thumb across it while seemingly succumbing to an unknown force that pulled him closer to your face.
Nodding, you quickly dart your eyes to the sides after making brief eye contact, realizing the sturdy man was getting closer. Slowly, your gaze returns to meet his, your resolve to make this visit solely business, world-saving business, drains away. As your brain begins to shut off, ready to let what will happen, happen- a loud thud against the window closest to your table is echoed throughout the cafe.
In sync, both of you jump and look confused at an annoyed Steven Strange. His right fist against the window this time knocked at a more reasonable volume, motioning for the two of you to meet him outside.
-” Y/N, what are you doing?? It’s been over a week and you haven’t returned!”
Your head tilted to the left while it compressed into your neck, obviously denoting bewilderment. -” W-what? What do you mean? I’ve only been here for a couple of hours!”
-” Oh . . . . I see.” Scratching the back of his head the sorcerer scanned your body with squinted eyes a couple of times before saying. -” How are you holding up? Do you feel any different, anything wrong?”
You shook your head. -” Nothing pressing. I still feel a faint pull, but it lessens when I’m not with him.”
-” How strong is the pull right now?”
-” Normal.”
-” Y/N… there’s nothing normal about this feeling.” Strange sighed.
-” Uhm, but it doesn’t feel negative like it did back home. This one feels more-
-” I’m sorry to interrupt, but what are you two talking about??” Otto spoke up after hearing a conversation he understood nothing about.
-” You didn’t tell him?” Steven’s teeth gritted, though in a composed way.
-” I-I, uh-
-” She was trying to tell me, but I wouldn’t let her. I was being selfish and didn’t want to hear her business knowing that once I knew what it was about, she’d leave again. I apologize, wizard.” He patted your shoulder, lips curling with love. -” Y/N spoke of a pull, this being the reason she came. Could you explain how this relates to me and why it was so pressing that there’s such a fuss coming from…” Otto paused, carefully choosing his words. -” The wizarding society.”
-” Yes, and she’s here to tell you to stop having feelings for her. Your feelings, Doctor, are what is causing the pull. You’ve experienced something similar yourself. You had a pull to find Spiderman and you arrived in our world, with the aid of my spell.” Strange straightened himself before finishing his prescription. -” If you don’t, our world will collapse in the force of your other-worldly pull, or Y/N has the possibility of dying in this dimension since she doesn't belong here.”
The last bit shook the scientist. Your shoulder felt a tighter pressure being exerted on it from a well-meaning hand making you stumble a little.
-” My dear, I am so sorry.” He fretted over his actions, cupping your shoulders, your right shoulder getting caressed. Sighing with a head hanging low, Otto faced Strange distressed, obviously torn.
-” Forgive me, but I will show some insolence right now, wizard. Y/N seems to be doing fine here, is there no way-
-” That’s selfish, Dr. Octavius.” Steven cut him off with seemingly no remorse.
-” Y-yes.” His gaze dropped. -” I know that.”
-” If she stays, thinking positively that she won’t disintegrate, you’re asking her to leave an entire life behind for just a one day fling.”
-” I know that!” Otto practically barked, obviously pained at the situation. -” I know.” He repeated with a softer tone. -” Additionally, after the mess I caused in her world I cannot go back.”
Steven just shook his head, this time without the previous animosity. -” I’m sorry.” His voice empathized.
-” I want to stay.” You spoke up firmly. -” Other than a job and a couple friends I will miss dearly, I don’t have anything else I would lose. I, uh, lost my family when I was 16 and have been on my own ever since. I think I can give that up and start anew here.” Hope was practically spilling from your words. -” I-It’s worth it.” You said with more force, your face scrunched up with effort.
Chuckling with relief and love, Otto hugged you tightly. -” You don’t have to do that. Live your life, sweetheart! This ragged scientist can store his feelings away, hide them.”
Shaking your head, you stood your ground. -” You once told me that if you keep something so strong and complicated like love stored up inside, it’s going to make you sick.” Your arms coddled his sturdy frame, hoping they could convey your strong feelings.
Exhaling loudly, Dr. Strange put both of his palms face up above his head and then proceeded to throw them down. -” If that’s what you want, Y/N, I’ll leave you here, ring and all just in case. Just... Just please continue whatever this is with me out of sight, please.”
And with that copper-colored sparks flew about as a portal enveloped the wizard.
Ecstatic, the both of you resume the tight, loving embrace. After a few seconds, you partially break the hug and just look into each other’s eyes affectionately. Grinning wildly, you can tell Otto has schemed something in just a few seconds. Both of his hands cup your cheeks as his face closes the gap between you, but millimeters away from having your noses touch he pauses and asks:
-” May I, dear?”
-” Please.”
Lips gently pressed against each other conveyed determination from both parties to start a new life together full of love and care for each other. In hopes to keep the exchange as chaste and respectful as possible, the doctor smiles as he pecks your lips quickly before withdrawing.
-” Let’s go back inside, sweetheart.” He calls for you, as he opens the door, waking you up from a love-struck trance. -” Thank you for coming back for me, let’s start a new chapter in our lives.”
Your lips curve into a strong smile as you walk into what felt like the right life for you, what fate seemed to really have wanted for the two of you.
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Cow Endeavor
Don't ask no questions you don't want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this
Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.
You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you'd wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm's prized cow, Enji.
You weren't sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.
So it's understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. "I just don't understand, he just had a calf but there's not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!"
You pat Keigo's back reassuringly, "It's going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he's just too old now?" Takami's face paled, "You're right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!" He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.
"You have to fix this, if they find out he's no longer making milk, you know what they'll do to him!" You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they'd either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.
So now, standing in front of Enji's stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.
Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.
"Are you the butcher?" You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.
His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn't seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.
"Uh, no I'm not. I guess you could say I'm going to be your doctor today." Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.
"Look I'd recommend you replace me with Touya, he can't do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he's alone."
You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.
"Well I hope it doesn't come to that, can you get comfortable?"
Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.
You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. "If you were a cow, I'm sure you'd make excellent milk." You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.
"Thanks, could you remove your top for me?" Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. "Mommy milkers." You whisper to yourself, catching Enji's attention. "What did you say?"
"Nothing!" You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.
You start to put on your latex gloves but it's stopped by Enji shading his head. "I don't like the way they feel." So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.
First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. "Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit." Enji huffed, "Why won't you people accept that I'm just old?!"
You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji's face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.
"See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!" You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji's face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.
"S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was." You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. "Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I'm going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking."
You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, "Don't bring him!" You pout your lips, "Well who do you want me to bring?"
Enji grits his teeth, he didn't want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.
You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn't until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.
"E-Enji, I don't think this is appropriate I-" Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.
Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.
You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid
flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.
Enji's grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.
Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.
"D-Do you like it?" You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.
You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can't help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.
You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. "You were so good for me Enji. I'm sure this will get you up and running in no time!"
With that, you utter a quick "thank you" and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji's pants.
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It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don't deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.
But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.
"Hey y/n, Enji thinks he's running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure." You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.
"If there's nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can't you do it." Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "He requested you specifically." You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.
You enter Enji's stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.
You sit in a small chair next to Enji's bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. "You're not really starting to dry up are you?"
Enji sighs before sitting up. "Ever since that day I couldn't get you out of my head." You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.
"Enji this is going beyond inappropriate." The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. "Don't deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face." You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.
Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji's milk has gotten.
Ah, but the thought of Enji's sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.
You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji's thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.
Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.
You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.
Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.
"Harder my little flower." You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.
You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.
"Please, let me be inside you." You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.
Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. "B-Be gentle okay?" You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. "Of course my flower."
In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji's stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.
As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. "Just a little bit longer, flower." His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. "You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce." Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.
"None of my business."
The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you'd have to work extra hard to accommodate him.
"You're doing so well for me flower." You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.
The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.
He was sad that he couldn't bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.
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"It's not funny Keigo!" "Really? I think it's hilarious." You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren't surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.
Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it's godfather.
Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, "Of course you are pregnant, I'm the sire." Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.
"Look, all I'm saying is, don't come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business." You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.
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how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈
NEW RULES!
SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party
CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami
WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think
A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr
ISAGI YOICHI:
i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.
gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.
mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night
(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).
keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.
slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)
does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰
but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.
and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭
BACHIRA MEGURU:
not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.
the self proclaimed “life of the party.”
can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL
really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭
but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰
if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around
also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭
bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭
he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL
texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down
KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:
takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL
only drinks water and diet coke 👍
his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭
isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL
really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)
mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗
offers to help clean up in the morning
CHIGIRI HYOUMA:
at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.
tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭
nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.
also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.
“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭
finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.
not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰
NARUHAYA ASAHI:
also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.
drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.
talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭
plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.
also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇
leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???
GAGAMARU GIN:
goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL
strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!
weirdly good at darts, very good aim.
although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔
“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!
gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)
they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again
NAGI SEISHIRO:
irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.
it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭
doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too
when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”
“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨
knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭
tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍
dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)
RAICHI JINGO:
gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.
“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄
also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏
i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭
takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑
plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.
IMAMURA YUUDAI:
he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.
still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.
actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.
lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄
the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck
actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭
MIKAGE REO:
obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?
jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.
actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.
posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL
natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host
but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎
and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑
also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too
and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣
i hate this man 👎 /j
ITOSHI RIN:
practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄
talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??
super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.
a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎
a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭
rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.
actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.
but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)
NIKO IKKI:
the team forced him to come 😭
niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.
also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though
he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.
bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)
keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭
called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎
NANASE NIJIROU:
i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye
he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.
i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗
probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳
stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings
you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)
also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh
overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇
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You write Moody so well! I would love to see something where Moody and Remus talk for the first time after Coops was outed. Whether it happens after the meeting Coops had with Arthur and Alice or after the all star break. I feel like they have such a good relationship!
Thanks! This was partially inspired by watching The Karate Kid (1984) last night, so I hope y'all are ready for some mentor hurt/ comfort this fine Sunday! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove
TW for mentioned forced outing
Remus was almost done. He only had a few more drawers to clean out. The whiteboards were as squeaky and shiny as the day he arrived; the desk had a few more dents and coffee stains decorating the surface, but overall it looked decent. He still couldn’t bring himself to take the pictures off, though. It was his life. His friends. He just couldn’t do it.
The sleeve of his ancient Wisconsin hoodie was still damp when he smudged it under his runny nose. No tears had fallen, but he could feel the maelstrom gathering in his throat. Everything he had worked for, gone because of one stupid mistake.
Not Sirius, of course. Sirius would never be a mistake. It was Remus’ fault they had been caught in the first place.
He stared around his office in misery—no official notice of his layoff had arrived, but he knew it would come, and it was always better to be prepared. Maybe it would hurt less if he did it himself, one final ‘fuck you’ to the homophobes before he trooped off with his tail between his legs.
The tiles were cold through the seat of his comfiest jeans. He tucked his knees closer to his chest.
A quiet knock at the door interrupted the suffocating silence. He didn’t answer.
“Kid?”
Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he croaked out a ‘come in’ with as much strength as he could muster; it wasn’t much. The door opened with a creak—he had never gotten around to having it fixed, after all—and uneven footsteps shuffled in, followed by a sigh as his visitor settled next to him on the floor.
“You have a chair, you know.”
“I know,” he whispered.
“Not all of us have young knees. Doesn’t your ass hurt?”
Remus nodded.
Moody huffed through his nose and hoisted him up by the arm. “Well Christ, kid, up you come. You’re awfully dense for a beanpole. What, you got concrete for bones or something?”
“No,” Remus mumbled as he followed Moody across the hall and allowed himself to be plonked down in the soft chair by the door. It was his favorite of both their offices; as far as he knew, Moody never let anyone else sit there. His chest seized as a sob tried to fight its way out. “I’m sorry.”
Moody shot him a look at he got comfortable in the adjacent seat. “For what?”
“I dunno.”
“I don’t like useless apologies, Lupin.”
Remus sniffled. “I should’ve told you.”
“Says who?” Moody snorted. “Your business is your business. You’re a bright young man, none of this is your f—oh. Okay, Lupin, easy does it.”
“I’m sorry,” Remus blubbered as the tears finally started to fall. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like crying, but I’m kind of a wreck right now.”
Moody made a few soft shushing noises, inching closer until he could wrap an arm around Remus’ shoulders and pat his arm like he was trying to soothe a frightened dog. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
The sobs were near-silent; Remus never cried loudly if he could help it, and he already felt bad enough for dripping his perpetual raincloud all over Moody’s office. He caught his breath after a few hitching inhales and scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Remus pulled his knees up again and hugged them tight to his chest. “I haven’t called my parents yet.”
“Did they know?”
His heart gave another painful yank. “Nobody knew. Nobody. And—and now it’s everywhere and people won’t leave me alone and I’m gonna get fired—”
“Woah, deep breaths,” Moody interrupted gently, giving him a little shake. “You’re not getting fired.”
“Yes, I am.” Everything felt gross and cold and sad.
“Who told you that?”
“Coach said it might happen ‘cause I’m a doctor.”
Moody scanned his face for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk. “First of all, take some of these. You look like a mud puddle, Lupin. It’s very unsettling. Second, this is a complicated situation and I wouldn’t be too quick to make assumptions. And third, I’ll go to bat for you.”
He paused midway through blowing his nose. “What?”
“You’re a good man. An excellent PT. The best colleague I’ve ever had, actually. You know your shit and if they try to fire you over this, I’m not going to make it easy for them.”
More tears threatened to fall over the edge of his itchy eyes. “You’d do that for me?”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Moody grumbled.
“He hasn’t called.”
“Who?”
“Sirius.” Remus swallowed hard and, before he could second guess himself, leaned his head on Moody’s solid shoulder. “I’ve called him 23 times and he hasn’t answered a single one. He just…left. Didn’t even look at me.”
“He’s making a mistake.”
“I ruined his life.”
“Hey.” Moody’s tone turned stern. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself in my office. This is a Lupin Appreciation Zone.”
Remus’ shoulders shook and he closed his eyes; he wished he could just dissolve into the floor and stay there until someone mopped him up. Everything hurt. The world sucked. Moody—
Moody was petting his hair.
The tears stopped abruptly and Remus hiccupped in pure confusion. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m bad at comfort, kid, gimme a break.” The sat in silence for a few seconds as Moody continued to pat his head and muss his hair, which was in dire need of a cut but just long enough to cover his eyes when it was pushed forward. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah, actually. How did you…?”
Something akin to embarrassment tinted Moody’s cheeks and he cleared his throat. “My cat hates thunderstorms.”
“Oh. Cool. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Thanks,” Remus said again, much quieter. Moody’s office always felt safe; all the clutter was in its proper place, clean and homey. The touch of familiarity was more of a comfort than he cared to admit. He sat up straight and wiped his face clean, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “If I do get fired—”
“You won’t.”
“If I do, I wanted to say thank you for changing my life.” The words hung in the air. “You—without you, I would never have felt at home here. You were the best mentor I could ever ask for and I’m never going to forget that. You did more than just teaching me routines. Thank you.”
Moody cleared his throat again. “Tissues.”
Remus silently passed the box.
“If anyone gives you shit for being gay, you call me and I’ll take care of it,” Moody said once the tissue had disappeared into the depths of his pocket.
Remis blinked at him. “Are you offering to hurt someone for me?”
“I’ll deny it in court.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, this is a mess. I’m a mess.”
“You just got outed and your boyfriend ditched you in an airport,” Moody said bluntly, fixing Remus with a look. “You’re allowed to be a mess. Now go talk to Lily. Call your mom. Do whatever you do that makes you so sunshiney, and then we’re gonna unpack all your shit and put it back where it belongs.”
Remus swallowed hard. Fuck it. Fuck the NHL, fuck the homophobes, and fuck being sad.
Moody narrowed his eyes. “You want to use the kicking bag, don’t you?”
“I really, really do.”
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“Stupid—fucking—son of a bitch!” Remus gritted out as the beat-up and half-folded gym mat squeaked under his assault. It was two inches of plastic and therapy—he was 90% sure Moody had stolen it from a middle school gym, and it had rapidly become the team’s favorite way of winding down after a frustrating day.
“Harder!” Moody barked behind him.
Remus wound up and slammed his foot into it again. “I worked too damn hard to be kicked out for this bullshit!”
“Damn right you did!”
The kicking bag creased in the center. “And I’ve got too much student debt to walk out of here like—like a coward!”
“Yes, you do!”
His grief had burnt off at least five minutes prior. Remus was well and truly pissed now. “And it’s nobody’s goddamn business who I kiss!”
“That’s the spirit!” Moody cheered.
“And maybe his face is stupidly pretty!” Remus threw his shoulder against the mat before he resumed kicking it. “And, yeah, he has really nice shoulders and a great ass—”
“Lupin—”
“But fuck him for leaving me in an airport! What kind of douchebag does that to a guy? I’m hot and smart and nice and I can date whoever the hell I want if he doesn’t appreciate that!”
“That’s certainly one approach!”
Remus stopped with a harsh exhale and dropped one last halfhearted kick to the base. “I don’t want anyone else, though. And I miss his stupid pretty face.”
A hand, heavy but gentle, squeezed his shoulder. “Then go get him.”
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Prompts: (I’ve never requested anything before, so I apologize if I’m not doing this right) Would you be willing to write something where Janus (nervously) goes to Remus because he wants to get clean from self-harm, but realizes that he needs help/can’t do it alone? - anon
If you’re still taking requests, can you write a side (preferably janus, but anyone works) having a pretty rough time and resorting to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with it, and then one (or multiple) other sides help him? Love your works! - anon
Ah yes more of these. Y'all know what time it is!
CHECK POINT TIME MY DUDES~
unclench your jaw
roll them shoulders back
drink something
go to the bathroom
eat something
look away from the screen for three goddamn CONSECUTIVE seconds
okay cool now you may proceed love you very much
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Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm. Very brief description of scale removal
Pairings: platonic dukeceit
Word Count: 2187
It’s when Thomas catches him with one of his scales missing that he knows he needs this to stop.
The problem is that he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Not until it’s too late. One of his fingers will just…accidentally catch the wrong edge of a scale and then he’ll slip his fingers under it and pull and…off it pops.
Well, it doesn’t really pop off.
If he’s being honest—heh—it’s part of the reason he started wearing the gloves all the time, not just when he has to go and perform for the rest of them. If he could hide his nails beneath the fabric then maybe it would be more difficult to pop them off.
But the seams of the fabric are even better at snagging on the uneven scales. He swears they were built to find the little ones that didn’t sit quite right with the others. How wonderful.
Most of the time he can hide it.
Not all the time.
It’s when Thomas starts frowning at his hand halfway through filming a video that he snaps.
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing, it’s just—“ he waves to the glove— “there’s a—you got something there, bud.”
Janus glances down and notices the stain.
Shit.
“I’m sure it’ll take you by surprise to know that Remus is far from the paragon of cleanliness,” he remarks dryly, waving the hand out of sight.
Virgil snorts. “Uh-huh.”
Roman rolls his eyes. “Did he at least use the plastic tarps I dropped off?”
“Oh, there were supposed to be tarps?”
“You know, that’s enough of an answer.”
The conversation steers back on track but Janus keeps his fist clenched out of sight.
Too close. Thomas is not allowed to know. Janus may not be able to hide as much as he would like from Thomas but this Thomas will not know.
And…alright, maybe the feeling of too-raw skin rubbing against the inside of the glove is getting a little unbearable.
Maybe the fact that he has to keep his face turned away at all times is starting to grate on his insecurity.
Maybe trying to stop picking at his hands makes it difficult to keep the gloves on even though they’re the only thing keeping him sane some of the time.
…maybe he needs help.
Janus looks down at his hands, shakily pulling on his gloves and standing. He glances in the mirror and winces. Even for him, he looks like he’s trying to hide something. He makes a point to avoid the living room at all costs.
Remus’s door is ajar but the room is dark. He glances up and down the corridor, maybe Remus has gone into the Imagination. Then the toilet down the hall flushes and he sighs.
“Don’t tell me,” he says as Remus emerges, “you’ve ruined your own bathroom again?”
“I wouldn’t say ruined,” Remus chortles, “it’s a masterpiece! I just can’t use much of it right now.”
“Thrilling, I’m sure everyone will be glad to hear it.”
Remus just waves him off. “What’s up, Jan-Jan, haven’t seen you in ages.”
Janus blinks. “You saw me ten minutes ago.”
He rolls his eyes. “The point, Jan, is that you don’t come around anymore and I’m bored.”
“Well, if you’re so easily bored…”
“Hey, nuh-uh, you just showed up, no leaving!”
He pretends that Remus dragging him into his room is the opposite of what he wanted.
“Take a seat,” Remus sings gleefully, plopping down onto the floor and wriggling around like a worm on a string. Not far off. “Talk to me!”
Janus sits, doing his best to avoid whatever that is and folding his hands. He drums his fingers nervously against each other.
“What’s going on, Jan-Jan,” Remus asks, and ah, Remus has figured out something is wrong, “are you okay?”
“I need your help,” he decides on eventually, “to hide something from Thomas.”
Remus quirks an eyebrow. “You know that’s not anywhere near my specialty right?”
“And here I thought you were the picture of subtlety.”
“What’re you trying to hide?”
Janus swallows. Then he shakily peels off the glove and offers his hand to Remus. Remus takes it, frowning at his face before he turns to examine the scales. He runs his thumb gently over the places where scales meet flesh and turns Janus’s hand over.
He sweeps a finger down the scales and his nail catches a rough one.
Janus flinches.
Remus’s eyes widen as he takes in the patchwork of missing scales and sucks in a breath. “…Jan?”
“Thomas can’t know,” Janus bites out, “I have to hide it.”
Remus fixes him with a look. “And what else?”
“What else?”
“No lies,” he reminds, harsh tone a sharp contrast to the gentle movement of his thumb on Janus’s hand, “that includes lies of omission.”
Janus’s hand twitches in Remus’s grasp and he takes a deep breath.
“I can’t stop it,” he whispers after a moment, “I need your help.”
“Okay.” Remus gives his hand a tug. “Come closer.”
Janus shuffles forward on the floor, shame burning his cheeks. Remus tuts and raises a hand to pat his face.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Snakey,” he says quietly, “this is hard. Talking about it is hard for most people, it’s gonna be harder for you.”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Don’t say that. You’re not perfect. It’s hard. And you lie.”
“A lot.”
“A lot,” Remus agrees, laying Janus’s scaled hand in his lap, “so it’s gonna be hard.”
Janus takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “What do I do?”
“First off, stop looking like I’m about to have you executed by a pack of hyenas with machetes.” Remus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not mad at you, Snakey, and I don’t exactly have any authority over you.”
Janus huffs.
“Jan, look at me.”
Janus looks. Remus’s expression softens a little.
“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m not mad at you, it’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna deal with this. This is hard, this is mean. It’s okay.”
“…you don’t think I’m being a hypocrite?”
“If you are—I said if, bitch,” he says when Janus huffs again, “you’re far from the only one here and you’re far from being to blame for it.”
“What?”
Remus rolls his eyes. “Have you met the other people we live with?”
“…fair enough.”
Remus squeezes his hand. “It’s not gonna be easy, Jan, but it’s okay. I’m proud of you.”
Janus scoffs. “What on earth do you have to be proud of me for?”
“Okay first, don’t like the way you said ‘me,’ second, this is hard, Jan, admitting you need help and coming to find it? That’s not easy.”
Oh.
Janus swallows the lump in his throat and squeezes Remus’s hand back. “…so what do I do?”
“First, do you actually want to stop?”
Janus’s head snaps up. “What?”
Remus doesn’t waver. “Do you actually want to stop? ‘Cause this is only gonna work if you do.”
Does he want to stop?
It would be bad if Thomas found out. It would be bad if the others found out. He would have to deal with their looks and their whispers and he doesn’t want that.
If he grew all his scales back, if the scars faded, would it be like it never happened? Then he…then it would just be gone. He wouldn’t have it anymore. The scars hurt to get but something…something about them tugged on the string in his gut that made him feel safe.
Was that slight tug worth it?
Was it worth the gloves? The worry of someone finding out? The stinging showers? The look on Thomas’s face?
“…yeah,” he mumbles after a while, “yeah, I want to stop.”
“Okay.” Remus gives his hand another squeeze. “I’m real proud of you, you know that, right?”
“Alright, alright,” he mumbles, still ignoring the heat in his face, “that’s enough.”
Remus laughs and pulls him closer. “Gimme a hug, Jan.”
“Fine.”
Surely Remus can’t tell how much he really wants to hug him by how tightly all of the arms wrap around him. Remus chuckles into the crook of his neck and he definitely believes that Janus is being forced into this hug and there’s no way he’d be doing it on his own.
Remus definitely believes him.
“Hey, hey,” Remus murmurs, rubbing his back, and oh, he’s crying, “shh, Jan-Jan, it’s okay, I gotcha. You’re alright now, it’s okay.”
Janus turns his head into the crook of Remus’s neck. Remus is warm against his scales.
“It’s okay, I gotcha.” Remus squeezes him tighter. “You just sit here with me for a minute, ‘kay?”
They sit. For a while. Remus holds him close. It’s warm.
“Hey,” he mumbles after a while, “do you still wanna do the next part now, or do you wanna wait a little bit?”
Janus squeezes his eyes shut and pulls back. “We can do it now.”
“Okay.” Remus cups his hands in his lap and concentrates. Then a little glass jar appears. “Here.”
Janus takes it warily. “What is this for?”
“You. Now pick something you like. Something small that you can have a lot of. Eyeballs, old octopus suckers, paperclips, fuses, glue, wicks…you know, office supplies.”
Despite himself, Janus chuckles. “I forgot that was a Disney movie.”
Remus’s mouth falls open. “Oh, we are so watching that for movie night.”
“Is that tonight?”
“Think so.” He nudges Janus. “You got something?”
“…buttons?”
Remus grins and in a few moments, he holds a massive plastic bag of little buttons. “Like these?”
Janus nods.
“Great. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” He takes one of the buttons out of the bag. “Every day you can go without hurting yourself, you put one of these in the jar.”
The button clatters to the bottom of the jar.
“…that’s it?”
“Uh-huh. But if you break the streak you gotta take ‘em all out.”
“I see.” Janus looks into the jar. The lone button sits at the bottom. It looks so small. “Do I…do I get something if I fill up the jar?”
“Do you want to get something?”
He shrugs. “I’ve never been very good at the whole…self-imposed reward system. Because I can always just have it now and it’s fine.”
Remus snorts. “That sounds like you trying to give yourself deadlines and then being like ‘wait I know the guy who made these and he’s full of shit.’”
“Exactly.”
Remus nudges his shoulder. “Then don’t do that. Just set little goals to start with. Get one button. Then get another.”
“…one day at a time?”
“That’s how this shit works. Slow and steady wins the race.”
“You say as if turtle soup isn’t your favorite.”
“Turtle soup is a fucking delicacy, you whore.”
“You’ve been watching too much UNHhhh without me.”
“Then fucking watch it with me.”
“Thank you, Remus,” Janus mumbles, leaning his head on Remus’s shoulder, “I, um, I don’t know if I’m gonna be any good at this.”
“Be patient with yourself, Snakey, healing isn’t a linear process.”
“I know that…”
“But it never hurts to have someone else reassure you,” he murmurs, his breath warming the top of Janus’s head, “we’re here for you, Jan-Jan. You don’t have to tell us everything, just let us help you.”
Janus stiffens. “Do you think the others will…”
“They’ll ask if they worry—“
“Which they will.”
“—but they respect you, Jan,” Remus finishes, “and they’ll back off when you tell ‘em to. I’m sure you just have to tell them you’re working through some shit and they’ll ask if they can help in any way.”
“But I don’t have to tell them.”
“No, of course not.” Remus finds his hand and squeezes it. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”
“So you’ve said.”
“But do you know it?”
Janus turns his head to let his forehead rest against Remus’s. “Yeah, Remus, I do.”
“Good. Now come on, the day’s almost over. Let’s get you to dinner and movie night and see if we can get you that first button.”
“They’ll agree to watch The Lost Empire, right?”
Remus gives him a look. “Logan loves Milo, don’t let him tell you different—“
Janus snorts.
“—Patton is happy to do anything that makes you happy—“
“Remus!”
“—Roman wants to watch Disney always, all the time—“
“True.”
“—and Virgil is always going to make fun of obvious villains that no one is surprised by.”
Janus can’t stop laughing and Remus wraps an arm around his waist.
“You’re gonna be fine, Jan,” he says softly, “we gotcha.”
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Stop Playing Pt.6
Erik Killmonger X Reader
Warnings : Jealous Friends, Fighting, Fluff, Cussing, Erik being Erik, use of the B word.
Authors Note : I sincerely apologize for the long wait I've had writers block for a long time that i was able to overcome to give you guys the story. I also want to thank @ceniorina for helping me through this writers block and also for the people that continue to read my story it’s greatly appreciated
Erik was waiting for Y/N inside the car. He agreed to go with her to meet her friends for brunch regardless if Jasmine is there he’ll suck it up for his girl.
“ Babe come on we're gonna be late” Erik says yelling from the car window.
“ Okay babe I'm coming” Y/N says fixing her sundress while locking his apartment door.
Erik then’s gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. “ Damn babe you sure you want to go to the brunch we can stay here and have brunch ourselfs”. Erik says while grabbing her hand, spinning her around. Y/N noticed that look in eye and knew if she agreed they wasn't going nowhere.
“ Babe i already promised the girls we will come,” Y/N says, looking up at him trying to fight the temptation. Erik leans down and captures Y/N lips in a slow tender kiss.
Y/N felt herself get hot and bothered but she had to pull away before things got heavier. “ Babe come on please i promise you can have me all you want when we come back” Y/n says pulling away from the kiss.
“ Alright Bet lets go” Erik says while looking down at Y/N. Erik really couldn't believe he really got the girl of dreams and he wasn't letting her go.
----- 30 minutes later-----
Erik and Y/N pulled up to Roscoes and saw their friends plus Jasmine.
“ Heyyyy yall i see yall finally made it”. Mo’nique says wrapping Y/N in a hug and turning to give Erik a hug also.
“ Y'all come on they finally got out table”. Corey says walking towards the group.
Once they all got to the table they noticed how Erik is tending to Y/N more than normal they can't help but think something definitely happened. Mo’nique already had feelings that they went deeper than friendship and is happy for them they've had feelings for each other and neither acted on it.
Erik sat down after helping Y/N get situated, he noticed out the corner of his eye Jasmine glaring at them he chose not to say anything he’ll ignore it for NOW.
“ Soooooo is it something yall wanna tell us yall looking mighty cozy” Kareem says while wiggling his eyebrows.
Y/N and Erik looked at each other and smiled might as well tell them now since Kareem brought it up.
“ Well me and Y/N are together officially”. Erik says putting his arm around Y/N and giving her a kiss on her cheek causing Y/N to hide her head into his neck.
Everyone at the table erupted with cheers and I knew it’s and congrats. Y/N felt so happy she have friends that's happy for her and her relationship she couldn't help but noticed Jasmine Glaring and muttering something under her breathe.
“ What's wrong jasmine you okay” Y/N asks looking at Jasmine with full concern in her eyes.
Everybody at the table paused to look at what's about to happen. They could feel the tension roll off of Jasmine.
Jasmine looked up and just stared at Y/N before saying.
“ I just find it funny how all of sudden your with him” Jasmine says with attitude laced in her voice.
“ What's so funny about me being with Erik” Y/N says with full fire and confusion in her eyes. Everybody can feel how left this about to turn.
“ It's funny because you knew i like him and still went after him like the hoe you are”.Jasmine says slamming down her spoon.
Everybody got quiet and looked at Erik, Y/N and Mo’Nique. Y/N stood up and immediately the rest did too. “ Bitch I didn’t know shit we are just roommates you don't talk to me unless we are at home at the same time you barely know Erik because of me and the rumors that surround him” Y/n said so eerily calm while walking up to her.
Jasmine also stood up ready to fight Y/N if she had to. Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. “ Don't call me no bitch and you did know i told you in your face” Jasmine said getting in Y/N face.
“ Bitch you was talking about Kareem big head ass you don’t want Erik you want to fuck him bitch its a difference and if you didn’t notice he don’t like you don’t want shit to do with you”. Y/N says pushing Jasmine out her face. Jasmine took that chance to swing at Y/N but she missed. Y/N saw the punch coming and pivoted to the right and it hit Jasmine with two punches to the face making her fall.
Erik then ran up behind Y/N to hold her back from going after Jasmine again he knew she didn't stand a chance against Y/N. Y/N didn't like to fight but she would especially if she needed to defend herself.
Kareem was standing there looking shocked but disgusted at the same time Jasmine was known to get around and the campus is huge. Corey was holding Mo’Nique back so she wouldn't jump in the fight.
“ Nah bae she ain't worth it don't let her get you”. Erik says holding Y/N back whispering in her ear.
Y/N wasn’t tryna listen to anything Erik was saying. Y/N was pissed how dare this bitch come at her like this when she gave her nothing but kindness and then comes for her character. Y/N was seeing red.
“ Wassup now huh thought you were tough” Y/n yells then continues. “ If you also didn't notice he's always been mine you never stood a chance boo” now get up and fight since you wanna run that mouth run them hands.
Erik literally picked Y/N up and carried them outside so they wouldn't cause a bigger scene.
“ Babe calm the fuck down listen to me dont let that bitch get to you man focus baby” Erik says grabbing Y/N head so they can look eye to eye.
Mo’nique being the sneak that she is, was able to run up on Jasmine and start fighting with her. Kareem and Corey hurried and tried to pull them apart but they weren't letting go. Jasmine had a grip on Mo’Nique hair and Mo’nique was just punching her in the face.
Erik turned around, saw what was going on and was glad that jasmine was finally getting what she deserved but it was time to go before the cops got called.
“ Ayye yall come on lets go before the cops come” Erik yells while trying to get Y/N in the car.
Corey was finally able to pull Mo’Nique away from the fight and get her to the car.
“ Watch yall back bitches i got something for y'all” Jasmine yells walking away.
When Erik heard that it made a switch go off in his head he don't take threats lightly especially when it involve Y/N.
“ Yea Bitch try it if you want to ill fuck all yall up without remorse” Erik says with this evil look in his eye finally getting Y/N in car and turning around to look at Jasmine.
---- 1 Hour Later----
Erik pulls up to his California beach house he had for peace and to relax he then see’s Corey car pull up in the driveway behind him he wanted to take them all to this place to calm down.
Erik looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. He knew what had happened to her; he knew she was eating herself up on the inside.
Y/n immediately balled into tears she couldn't believe she let Jasmine get the best of her but she had to put her in her place. Y/N was so lost in her mind that's she didn't notice Erik carry her into the house.
“ Hey babe look at me please don't let this get to you okay you still the same Y/N everybody knows and loves baby”. Erik says while kissing her forehead he hates when she gets like this.
“ ……….. Thank you baby i really appreciate i'm good now promise” Y/N says kissing Erik on his lips.
Everybody moved to the living room and sat down on the couches. Erik grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and the game system. Y/N then gets up and tells Mo’Nique to follow her to the kitchen so they can decide what's gonna happen now
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See You Again
A/N: Just something short I never posted. It probably sucks, but I thought I'd share anyway. WE OUTSIDE YALL. (Please be outside RESPONSIBLY. COVID is still a thing. Please get vaccinated and or wear a mask.) Love Y'all.
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“My King,” Okoye called, handing T’Challa a bag he forgot. “Next week.”
“ I know Okoye. I promise I will be ready to leave.” Okoye nodded before reboarding the jet. The king watched before beginning the short walk up to his friend's front door.
He rang the doorbell before staring up at the building. It’d been years since he’d last been in this apartment. Freshman year of college to be exact. Anaya’s parents had invited him to spend Thanksgiving with them after finding him and their daughter studying together on a surprise visit to their daughter's dorm. They weren’t in the room, lucky for them, but it seemed that her parents were invested in a dream that wouldn’t come true. Not that either of them was ready to admit they couldn’t be together either. At least that early on.
So much has changed since then. They graduated. Got two Ph. Ds respectively and then moved on. Anaya became a celebrated fashion historian and critic, and T’Challa a king. Halfway across the world, they’d reconnected by chance in Paris and hadn’t let go since. Somewhere T’Challa had been holding on to a silly notion that maybe he and Anaya could give being together another go, but he knew it was a fruitless endeavor.
Same as his ringing of the doorbell had been. Worried, the king began knocking on the door. “Quit your racket! She’s not here!” An elderly woman crooned from her front porch. “Pardon?”
“She ain’t here! The baby called.” The woman chuckled to herself, “Ran outta here like a firecracker. Her two friends following close behind.”
“She was pregnant?”
“Don’t know how you missed it sonny, big as a blimp, carrying high though. My bets on a girl you know,” she paused to size up the young king. “And you must be that no good bastard baby’s father. Walking out on her like that you know I should-!”
“Ma’am, I promise you I am not him. As much as I wish I could have been,” the king mumbled the last part.
“Well then now’s your chance son. The real father ain’t here, and I hate to see that child grow up without a father figure. What’s keeping you from claiming that child?”
“A lot more than you’ll ever know..” T’Challa looked up, despair written across his face. The woman's gaze softened. “You’ll never know till you try. At least go and see her. I mean you came to her house. All dressed up with flowers and a bag of gifts. You must really care for her.”
“I do.”
“She’s at the university hospital.” The old woman instructed. “Thank you,” the king nodded. “Anything to see her happy, ever since her parents died she’s been sitting up in that house all alone. Make it right.”
Two hours and four phone calls later, T’Challa pulled up to the hospital in his hired car. The driver opened the back door of the SUV to allow the king and his baby present out into the air. He nodded at the driver before making his way up to the reception desk. “Hi, how may I help you?” The woman looked up from her computer. “You must be looking for our maternity ward. This your first?” She nodded at the gifts. “You could say that,” T’Challa chuckled.
“May I have your name and the patient’s?”
“T’Challa, and Anaya Johnson.”
“Great, Ms. Johnson is in room 408 in the maternity wing. Go down the hall, on the left, there will be an elevator. Take that up to the fourth floor, make a right and it should be the fourth door down. You can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” the king smiled hoisting up the big teddy bear, careful not to crush the flowers and various other bags. “Would you like an escort Mr. T’Challa?”
“I believe I can handle this one,” The king insisted. “Very well, and congratulations.”
The king frowned. “Thank you.”
Four floors up, and three doors down, T’Challa finally stood outside of room 408. He took several steadying breaths before knocking. “Who is it? A familiar voice called. He heard footsteps on the other side of the door before it carefully creaked open.
“T’Challa?”
The king smiled in surprise. “Tella? Hi.”
“Hey, what are you doing here?” The brown skin woman beamed, opening up the door, her eyes widening slightly as she saw all of the gifts.”She said she hadn’t heard from you in months.”
“Yeah, I was on my way to visit Anaya and her neighbor told me she was here, having a baby.”
“Yeah, um come in. She and Jean went for a walk, the doctor said it would help with contractions.” Tella grabbed the bear from T’Challa and moved to set it in a corner, while he found space to set down his other gifts. “So how’ve you been? We used to get status updates from Anaya for you. Then you just vanished.”
“Well, there is a lot I haven’t told you all. Wakanda is a monarchy, and my father, and his father, and his father, and his mother, and her father, and his mother, and so on, have all ruled our country. Now it is my turn.”
“To rule?”
“To rule.” The king nodded. “So you vanished because you became king?”
“I vanished because there was a coup, an attempt on my life, which was almost successful. The coup sent my country into a civil war,” The king explained.
“T’Challa, this doesn’t even sound real,” Tella interrupted. “I mean, how is anyone supposed to believe you?”
“May I see your phone?” T’Challa stopped her.
“T’Challa,”
“Just let me prove it to you. I did not ghost Anaya by choice. I still want to be with her.”
“After all this time-”
“Please, I know it seems implausible, but let me show you,” the king reached out a hand.
“Fine T’Challa-” Tella handed over her phone. “Ask siri,” the king instructed.
“Seriously?” Tella frowned. “Just ask her.”
“Siri, who is the king of Wakanda?”
Her phone glowed before responding, “T’Challa Udaku was crowned King of Wakanda after the passing of his father last summer during a United Nations Assembly. I found this article online from the New York Times and several other sources.”
“T’challa if this is true, I mean since this is true, the prospects of you and Anaya getting together is now even more impossible. Why are you here?”
“Because she is my friend, and I love her. She is having a baby, and I will support her.”
“You are not its father!”
“Don’t you think I know that? Do you know how much it hurts me to know that I’m not? That I may never be the father of any of her children.”
“This isn’t about you T.”
“I know, but the child’s father is not here. I am. Even if he was, I still would be, because she is my friend too Tella.”
“I just do not want to see her hurt. Don’t give her false hope T’Challa.”
“On the contrary, I believe it is she who gives me false hope,” the king sighed. Tella pulled him in for a hug. “Just give it time, and who knows, you’re a king now aren’t you?”
“That I am,” T’Challa nodded as the room’s door squeaked open. A nurse helped Anaya back into the room and T'Challa couldn’t help the way his eyes widened at Anaya’s pregnant form. His heart erupted in butterflies, imagining if that had been his child. Tella slapping his arm startled him back to reality. Tella jerked her head towards where the nurse was trying to help Anaya and maneuver the IV stand back into the room with her. T’Challa hurried over to wrap an arm around Anaya’s waist and grab her other hand. The nurse smiled in thanks and surprise. No surprise could top Anaya’s expression. She gaped as T’Challa shot her a smile. “Long time no see,” The king teased as he helped her further into the room and onto her bed. A grimace stole her smile as another contraction hit.
“I’ll grab Dr.Ben and she’ll be right in to check on your progress, Ms. Johnson.” The middle-aged black woman smiled at the expecting mother. “Thank you,” Anaya smiled before turning back to her best friend. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to surprise you, only to find out from your neighbor that you were in labor,” The king smiled.
“Mrs. Patterson told you where I was?”
“I guess so,” the king frowned. Anaya and Tella laughed. “What did you do to her? Mrs. Patterson doesn’t like anyone. Especially men.” Tella explained.
“She did almost try to beat me up when she thought I was your ‘bastard baby’s father’.” T’Challa told the two women who groaned. Anaya grimaced her way through a contraction and T’Challa stepped over and offered her his hand. The mother smiled at his touch and threaded her fingers through his as the contraction dissipated.
“I’m gonna go find Jean in the gift shop,” Tella excused herself, leaving T’Challa and Anaya alone. “What’s been going on with you King T’Challa,” Anaya teased as she tried to push herself into a seated position.
“Nothing much. The world of politics cooled off for a while and I wanted to apologize for being awol these past months.” T’Challa helped rearrange the pillows so she could sit up. “What about you soon to be umama?”
“Well, this has been my life pretty much, still don’t know how I’m going to manage working at museums and shows towing this one around.”
“Where’s the father?” T’Challa asked softly. A tear formed in Anaya’s eye, “He doesn’t want to be involved. We were drunk that night and you know…..”
“You don’t have to explain,” T’Challa squeezed her hand. “Thanks,” she murmured. “What are you having?” The king inquired, sweeping some box braids back over her shoulder. “I don’t know. I wanted to be surprised.”
“Your neighbor thinks it’s a girl,” T’Challa laughed. “She’s been telling me about me carrying high since it became visible I was pregnant.” Anaya laughed. “I guess we’ll find out today or tomorrow.” T’Challa chuckled. His face quickly fell as she slipped into another contraction. He tried to help her breathe the way he’d seen on television but ended up making her laugh. “You’re really bad at this,” Anaya reclined back onto her pillows rubbing her stomach absentmindedly. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” T’Challa smiled. “It’s two quick ones and long out. Not in out in out,” Anaya explained. “I’ll do better next time,” T’Challa promised.
“How long are you visiting, you don’t have to stay. It could be another day or so before I give birth.”
“I’m here for the week, until next Tuesday. And Anaya I want to stay. Besides, I can give Tells and Tonya-Jean a break to walk around.”
“Thanks,” the pregnant mother smiled. Her face contorted as another contraction washed over her. “There you go,” T’Challa soothed as she squeezed his hand. He helped her breathe through and eventually, she settled back. “At this rate, it’ll only be a couple of hours until they’re here with us,” the mom to be sighed. “Then I’ll be here as long as you’ll let me be here,” T’Challa kissed the back of her hand. Sweat had gathered on her forehead and he reached for something to dab it away. “I want you here as long as you can be, distract me.”
“Why? You are not enjoying the miracle of life.”
“Says the man not currently pushing a baby out of his body.”
“Fair enough,” he raised his unoccupied arm in surrender. “Tell me about Wakanda and being a king,” Anaya asked, groaning through another contraction.
“Well,” T’Challa started.
Eight hours later, the room was silent. Tonya and Tells had gone home to catch up on sleep. Anaya was sleeping off her exhaustion and the king of Wakanda sat rocking a sleeping baby girl. Well, she was sleeping. Sydney Iesha Johnson’s big brown eyes fluttered open and stared at the man holding her. She stretched out her tiny body and T’Challa’s heart soared at the feeling of her moving around in the swaddle.
“Hi pretty girl,” he whispered. “Hi,” he cooed, smiling as she yawned. “You are so beautiful, just like your mommy. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and now she’s tied with you.” He rocked the infant softly. “T’Challa?” Anaya croaked. “Hey,” the king stood up and walked the baby over to her mother. “She was fussy in the crib, and the nurse suggested I hold her, I hope you don’t mind,” he rambled. Anaya laid a hand on his arm and shook her head. “It’s fine. I love seeing you with her.
“You know I’m here for you right? Both of you now,” the king searched her eyes. “I know I’m not her father, and I’ll never try to be that for her, but she’s a part of you and that makes her important to me.”
Anaya teared up and nodded.
“I want you to move to Wakanda.”
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